Dawn Over A New World

[BeaconOfSpirit]

Rayne stood at the entrance of the cave, feeling the wind across his face. He had not seen the surface since he was a young boy, but even the distance of fifteen years could not soften the impact of the changes in the world above. Despite the fact that he had spent two weeks preparing his eyes for this foray, the sunlight still burned and blinded him. Even this, however, could not distract him from the horrors that met his gaze.

Where once had stood the towns and cities of New York state, three was nothing but dots of rubble scattered about, like toys the gods had grown tired of, and broken in their petulance. The great forests which had once made the drive through upstate New York so scenic had been utterly leveled. Scorched, shattered trees, many now covered in moss, dot the foothills of the Catskill Mountains, and stretch as far as Rayne can see.

Loping down the hills with the speed and grace of a cougar, he came to a town that was still mostly intact. Perhaps, he thought, some supplies might be found there. As he made his way across the broken streets, he came across a young woman. She had clearly seen him first, and he didn't really have time to sort together his jumbled thoughts.

[Thousand Master]

(Don't know if your having a private RP. If so I'm sorry for intruding.)

"It's been a while since I've heard anything." said Straut as he loaded up his rifle and prepared to head out. He sat in his boarded up gunshop taking in the possibility of more people coming back to New York. Hope had vanished for Straut when the end happened, his world had been destroyed and there was a new world fresh for the taking. Yet it was Straut's only desire to go back to the old ways. Sure, he didn't have to pay any taxes or be bothered, but maybe it was that bothering and the daily hassle that helped him keep sane.  He took a sip of the bottled resource known as water in the old world, but here he called it liquid gold. He had been getting along with his home-made purifier, but resources were running low. He could have all the guns he want but without the energy to fire them he had nothing. He slipped on his combat vest which held a few utility knives and rations. He wasn't sure how long he would be out. He took a moment to whisper a silent prayer to himself before opening the door slowly. He had been lucky, no one had successfully broken in. He had a few looters trying to start up trouble but each couldn't face the bite of the bullet. After making sure the lock was secure he started off into the new world fate had created for him. "Been a while since I did this." he said to himself lighting a cigarette and continuing onward searching for anyone that had survived.

[BeaconOfSpirit]

(Actually, it was "envisioned that way, but you know what? If Winter welcomes another player, the more the merrier.)

[Rygarr]

(May i join then? Maybe as a loyal pet dog or something?)