What Used To Be New York City

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On a rock. A rather large rock, actually. Chrissy was taking a short break, after exploring for an incredible long amount of time. Of course, she could always trace back where she started, so getting lost was not an issue for the blonde girl. Swinging her legs, her bare feet hit the base of the stone, an icy feeling spreading throughout her. From the way the leaves were starting to turn a bit yellow, she knew fall was just around the corner, if not already there. A calendar would be useful at the moment, but too bad they burned all of those. She glanced at the sky with her crystal blue eyes, a smile forming as they gazed at the fluffy white clouds. Gorgeous. Just then, a squirrel scampered over, rustling the pine needles and dead leaves. Chrissy directed her attention to the small furry creature, smiling at it. The animals, they always had their memory, since the beginning of time. "You're just like me," she murmured. "I bet your great - great - great - great - great - great - great - great - great - great - great - great - great - great - great - great - great - well, you get the point - grand - squirrel - mother saw this happen to, right?" She grinned, hopping off of the boulder. The animal seemed cautious, as it scurried away from her, its beady eyes still fixated on this human.

"You animals have seen everything. You still have your memory. I wish you guys could talk," she pouted. Chrissy decided to go back to the campsite that her and her friends stayed at. Chrissy began making her way back. She passed several people who had their memories erased. They were sitting on the forest floor, drooling, like little babies, just staring at their surroundings and tampering with nature's sources. Chrissy grinned. She would bring up a game of truth or dare that night at the campsite, and she would dare one of her friends to go try and have a conversation with one of those people. It'd be hilarious. Just the thought of it made her smile.


[ ooc; FIRST POST! honestly. the girl who plays aya is seriously unresponsive; if she doesn't respond within 3 more days, i'm kicking her out and leaving the spot open. she's an important role, and i can't have someone inactive play her. ]

Lena Ann had been climbing trees most of the day. Up and down like an animal. She had no clue where everyone else was, but she had stayed close to the camp. There were hundreds of people roaming around out in the forest. Some could walk others could not. She wondered why, if their memories were erased, some could walk, but then quickly realized it was instinct. Just as animals know how to swim or hunt. She supposed humans knew or could learn how to walk without the aid of other humans... parents. When she grew tired of playing in trees and grew lonely as she often did, Lena began to steadily head back in the direction of the camp. Lena had high hopes of seeing her sister or her good friend, Rowan. Perhaps she would spot Matt or Chrissy... she could talk to them. Well, even if no one talked, company would be nice.
As she approached camp Lena waked right into a spiderweb. She screamed. Loud. The screech was high pitched and girly. "Spider. . ." She mumbled as she backed away from where the web once stood. The small girl scraped her face not able to get it all off because of its thin and sticky tendencies. Eventually Lena removed all of the web, but she still stood two feet away from the solitary space, shaking. Lena took a seat in the mud and attempted to pull herself together. Lena looked toward the sky and saw the moon was still there. She loved the moon and when it was out of place she felt it reminded her of her new life and how it can still be beautiful even out of place.
Lena stood and ran back to the camp. She sat down beside the fire circle and awaited somebody, anybody's arrival.


[I think you have the right. It is a big role and she was lucky to get it. I wish she would reply... :/]

When Chrissy arrived, she spotted Lena sitting down. "Lena!" she singsonged, prancing over and taking a seat next to the younger girl. The blonde teenager looked over, and realized Lena was shaking. "Huh? What happened? Did you meet a bear?" she inquired excitedly. She reached over and stroked Lena's dark hair, laughing. "I'm kidding. What was it, a bug? A beetle? A spider?" Chrissy had grown used to the bugs that crawled around, and stopped trembling about them a long time ago. She grinned. "You hungry, Lena? I think I saw a few corn crops growing in that field. I could gather some and we'll have popcorn tonight. It won't be movie theater quality, since we don't have butter and all that good stuff, but at least it's cutting down on the carbs, eh?" Chrissy laughed. The government had planted a few crops to help out with the survival. Since they had anticipated for no one to know what the plants were, they just scattered several around, so the cavemen and cavewomen would figure out that it was edible, and that would be the start of some new revolutionary. Oh well. It was too bad for them; Chrissy and the others knew about almost everything. Especially Chrissy. She was a rebellious girl. Although a bit popular back when there were schools, she didn't sit on her ass and play around with those high - tech phones all day, like the rest of her friends. She would go outside and explore. Her father taught her all about the plants; which were edible and which weren't. So she knew a lot about nature and survival.

Chrissy wondered where the rest were. She didn't know they were big fans of exploring. "Do you want to come with me and get some corn kernels, or do you want to go explore or something?" she offered to Lena. There was also a lake around here, even though this used to be New York City, and well, NYC didn't have any lakes. But since it was such a well - populated area, the government had to dig out a hole and create an artificial lake in order for the New Yorkers to have a water source. Chrissy used the lake for bathing. And as for clothing ... there were limited resources, and she wasn't a genius at sewing, but she wasn't going to go around naked when there were plenty of cotton crops growing everywhere. At the moment, she was wearing some sort of dress - like cotton - made cloth. It wasn't exactly fashionable, and not wearing a bra ... well, that was uncomfortable. She would much rather wear jeans and a t - shirt, but like I said before, there were limited resources. And making a bra out of cotton ... that was just weird, and Chrissy refused to do it, no matter how desperate she got.

"Lena!" She heard her name. Chrissy's voice was familiar and nice. For some reason she felt as if everyone had been gone for a long time and she had seen no one in a while. Lena's face lit up when Chrissy offered popcorn tonight. "Spider." She spoke quietly and looked up at her friend. "And I would absolutely love to get corn with you to pop tonight. I never liked butter popcorn anyway so that works out well." Lena grinned and got to her feet with grace. She looked at Chrissy's golden hair. Lena had always been jealous of blonde haired people, her black hair was sad and droopy, but blonde's always had happy and sparkling hair.
"Let's go." She smiled as she said this to Chrissy, attempting to forget how jealous she was of the slender and beautiful girl that was so much unlike herself. This world was so different now. She would never be a child again. Her childhood was gone because of the governments' stupid plans. What the hell were they doing this for anyway? She was forced to grow up before it was time. She is still a child, but when this transformation of memory occurred her childhood was taken away overnight because of the government. Did they think about how people would be infants in adults' bodies? That children would die of starvation? Did they realize that adults would be dead just as if an infant was left on the streets alone? The assholes must pay! Calmly Lena began walking in the direction of the corn patch. "Chrissy, what have you been doing today? Are you aware of where the others are?"

It had been ten days.

Ten days since everyone had their memory wiped.

Ten days since everyone he loved, couldn't even remember who he was.

Rowan lay sprawled on the ground with his head propped up against a rock, watching the gray clouds cave into the sky. Trees surrounded him like a bowl, branches swaying and colorful autumn leaves rustling. Peace and stillness was all around him, a good slice of nature making him feel serene and lazy. It was so quiet here, out in the hidden meadow under the trees. Away from the camp. Away from all the people scattering around like confused ants. He loved that feeling of it being him against the rest of the world. No one knew who he was. No schoolwork. No pressure. No one to care about. There was no complications any more.

Ever since the day of memory loss, everywhere Rowan looked all he saw were blank stares and blank pages. Trying to communicate with one another, not knowing any language. It was utter madness back at the campsite; everyone seemed to be arguing and there was this silent look in everyone's eyes. Emptiness. And ever since day one when he saw the campsite, he knew he would never want to go back. It was probably better this way. Now he wouldn't have to pretend to be a cave man, or, even worse, act normal and speak English. It would only be so long before the scientists would find out.

Unlike most people would if they were in his position, Rowan didn't ask what-if's or think of could be's. He was more than happy to forget all of that, banishing all those questions and facing forward with his new life here. Yet... there was one question that etched at him every now and then; he wondered if there were any like him. That still have their memory. Scientists screw up all the time, and he couldn't have been the only one. Whenever this thought came to his mind, Rowan often tried to push it away; deciding long ago that if there were any like him, he wouldn't go looking. They would have to find him.

Thankfully Rowan had savored a few things before the memory wipe-out. A couple of his favorite books he always carried around, a pen and notebook for his sketches, a bottle of water, some cash, a butterfly knife and some chalk for when he was away from home. Of course, since all the roads and buildings and houses had been burned, they weren't of much use. For the past nine days Rowan had only been observing the animals and environment around him, taking notes to himself that would probably be found thousands of years from now when humanity builds itself back up. He loved it all, being so surrounded by the environment. So close to earth.

A soft breeze sucked the air around him, and a black hawk swooped down out of nowhere on the branch of his tree. The bird's yellow eyes watched him, sharp and not missing a beat. Rowan longed to communicate to it somehow, no longer feeling that intimacy with animals that he used to. Is this what the city's done to me?

A high-pitched shriek suddenly amputated Rowan's thoughts. He leaped up from the ground, legs wobbly from not getting up for so many days, and bolted towards the scream, the black hawk flying ahead of him. He followed close behind. He ran and ran and ran, trees passing him in blurs of brown and green, until his legs were about to give out from under him. And the sight before him made him stop abruptly.

There, walking into the forest towards the campsite, were two female silhouettes that seemed strangely familiar.

Maybe I will find them after all.

[Ugh. Sorry, this post was incredibly drone-y. I'm never good with beginnings]

10 days.

Seemed like a lifetime, but sometimes like an hour. But it had been ten freakin' days.

Matt had cried on the first day. Sobbing his heart out on the floor next to his bed, next to his old life. Next to his incoherent family mewling and babbling like babies. Would he have gone insane that night if he hadn't left? Maybe.
He had stood and left, opening the door to a world which was worse than home. So, so, so much worse. In his house he was safe, out here he had to face the large reality that he was alone. Alone in a world which had forgotten everything. Especially a nobody like him.

He had wondered through the streets, passing odd spots with what seemed like campsites, where adult babies crawled towards entranced by the flames. He didn't know what was going on, but that wasn't a surprise. It wasn't like anyone else did either.
Swinging a simple rucksack full of what food he had left at home, wearing some simple baggy jeans and a white shirt he had set out into the world, hoping to find someone he could talk too.

Day 10, so far no luck. He had walked down interstates and followed the road to New York City. Or what remained anyway. He hadn't seen intelligent life anywhere and he was beginning to lose hope.
"This is a load of bull!" he blurted, tired of the never-ending silence. "I need a car! I need life! I need... I need something!"
He had thrown his rucksack on the ground in defiance, panting with rage and exhaustion. He needed... something. Everything he knew was gone, all cars had been destroyed (he guessed) and he had no clue why. No clue what was going on.
Why couldn't this had left him alone and left him as the popular kid, where people would explain stuff to him when he was stuck and bow at his feet. Well, maybe not the latter but he still wanted attention.

He didn't notice he had kept walking, walking further into whatever was left of the world. And thats when he stumbled upon them. He had gone off the beaten track and somehow found himself in a forest, or just somewhere green. And thats where he saw the campfire. A campfire with some sort of bedding and sign of intelligent life. There were marks of sneakers and of something smart that had done something.

He'd wait... yeah, thats what he'd do. Wait... and sleep. He needed sleep. He moved cautiously towards the fire, looking around in case something would put it out, put out his lifeline. When he made sure that no-one ( or something) was there he lay down, using his leather jacket as a pillow. Laying simply on the grass he began to nod off.

The blonde glanced up at the sky, entranced. It was gorgeous, as usual. She smiled, and looked at the younger girl who sat beside her. "Sure," she replied, and stood up. For a moment, Chrissy swore she caught a glimpse of a cute guy walking towards them, but closed her eyes and shook it off, glancing back at Lena. Is that God trying to tell me how desperate I am? she inquired internally, continuing to walk with Lena. She was startled, when the black-haired girl broke the dreadful silence between them, snapping the final strings of tension. "The others? I ... don't know. I was exploring today, though. At least those scientists did something useful ... they provided a couple plants. If we pay attention to what berries the animals eat, then I'm sure we can start gathering them, too. I haven't seen a deer paw at a bush of berries, though. Not yet." Chrissy gave Lena another smile. It was tolerable. They would have to be patient. They could survive this with the sources that were given to them. But ... how long, was the question. And what had happened to the government and the scientists? Would they go and search for any remaining survivors? Or, would they just sit back, living the luxurious life, and just live until they died? Even though it was intolerable in her eyes, Chrissy hoped the latter. She despised the government for doing this to the earth ... even if it was for humanity. It wasn't fair to ... her eyes wandered to the people sitting on the floor, just sweeping their eyes over their surroundings. Chrissy spotted a teenager about her age. Over the ten days, the blonde girl had already found many of her high school classmates. She had found her ex boyfriend, too. It was so sad, that they didn't remember her at all. She waved to them, said hi, and they had just stared at her with empty eyes.

The two arrived at the patch of corn crops. It wasn't a field, but it was enough. Chrissy always felt pitiful, so she ended up giving some to those who had their memories erased. She actually had to open their mouths for them, put the food in, and demonstrate how to chew and swallow. "I'll start with this side," Chrissy told Lena, gesturing to the right side of the crops. "Pull off the entire cob; but don't pick the ones that are mostly yellow. Try to get ones with brown kernels," she informed the younger girl, and went to start with the picking. How did she know that? Common sense, really. Chrissy knew popcorn kernels weren't yellow or a light color. They were a golden brownish color, so those would be the ones that they picked. While they were picking, Chrissy began talking about her observations over the past few days. "Hey, Lena. These people ... with their memories erased ... they're no more and no less than newborn babies. Brain and knowledge-wise, I mean. If we treat them like babies, they'll learn like babies. I just ... I don't know, though, if we can teach them and restore them back to the way they were ... wouldn't the government find out and then erase their memories again, along with ours? I don't know if we should risk it." Chrissy was quiet, continuing to grab the browner cobs from the green stalks, waiting for the younger girl to reply.


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