Micheal Lantis's Story

A loud gunshot rang in the air, Micheal was sure that soon everyone left would be coming out of the wood work. He wasn't sure which type of gun made a sound like that but his thoughts didn't linger on that. Pushing up on the ledge he looked around, it seemed people were already stirring, like maggots looking to feast on flesh. Tugging his hood tight he leaped down, feet crunching against gravel that had once been pavement. He had to leave, as much as he wanted to talk and socialize, he had learned that people were no longer the friendly sort. He glanced around, eyes suspicious of everything and everyone. The city was dangerous, and as much as he preferred the country side there was a greater chance of getting food here.

He pushed his mask against his face, after the event it had become his habit to wear the mask. It helped reduce the filth his lungs had to live with. In this harsh world one had to protect themselves above everyone else.

Micheal's feet crunched as he made his way up midtown. It wasn't the safest route, but it was one of the few he knew well enough he could avoid most/ if not all of those in his way. He jumped up, standing on destroyed car looking ahead. One should never rush into such a situation, It seemed rather deserted, he was going to push his luck. He advanced, entering time square with caution. His eyes sharp, his body ready for anything, his mind alert. So far so good...

Times Square
Elisabeth grinned, a man was walking down right in the middle... "That's far enough!" She shouted. "I got a gun trained on you, but I don't wanna waste bullets. Drop your stuff!" She almost giggled. It was almost way to easy. She actually didn't have anything of the sort. She watched in hilarity as the man figured out where she was, and started she assumed was weighing his options. "Well? What are you gonna do? Am I gonna have to waste a bullet on you, or what?"