Fading Light - The Last Darkness

Fading Light - The Last Darkness

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You must fight for your life through six months of total darkness against the dredges of humanity and mutated monsters that sprouted when an asteroid collided with the moon in 1932.

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Introduction

THE STORY


‘Understanding does not cure evil, but it is a definite help, in as much as one can cope with a comprehensible darkness.’

In 1932 a nuclear-stimulated asteroid collided with the moon. The force of the impact was devastating. The moon and asteroid shattered and a dense sprawling cloud of otherworldly debris blanketed Earth.

Every year since the obliteration, for six months out of Earth’s rotation to the Sun, the Earth has been cloaked in absolute darkness. Dwellers of Earth are forced to live in everlasting night; terrified, freezing and struggling for survival.

When the asteroid collided with moon, Earth was protected from the mass of the force. But when both were shattered, fragments fell to Earth and we suffered the fallout of immense radiation poisoning. But not all creatures succumbed to death. Many animals and humans mutated. The dark that shrouded Earth warped a unique ecosystem that saw the mutated beings adapt and thrive in the darkness.

Most of humanity has perished. The effects of the asteroids radioactive shards that rained down upon Earth killed two thirds of the race instantly, or within the weeks following. And those that survived must endure the extreme conditions Earth is forced under. Some metropolises persisted, but many raided, obliterated and abandoned not too long after.

We now cling to the fraying threads of life and survive rather than live.

It’s now 2030. Scientists, working with what they have -since science and technology has scarcely progressed- have predicted that the veil that causes Earth’s unbearable darkness may be finally dispersing and we are looking at facing our last stretch of fading light…

However the Earth’s resources have dwindled, the cities that initially survived have decayed further. Humanity is on the brink of extinction. You are essentially all that remains and the fading light is approaching. The creatures that live in the darkness, the monsters that mutated, have, according to rumors, grown in numbers. For six months of the year, you can fend them off easily with artificial light, but batteries, generators and the resources to power cities and homes are diminishing. Those who were smart have stockpiled. They have the greatest chance at survival against the bitter cold and evil that lurks within the dark, but with limited supplies, those that miss out, are welcoming death.

But you are left on your own... to seek out help or die in the dark. That is your choice... Will you save those worse off or attempt to survive the last fading light?

THE PLOT


As you're forced to surrender the light you are thrown in throes of the darkness. The town you come from has been over run by the monsters of the darkness looking to feed and kil you. Armed with nothing but a dying light source you are forced to make your way to the nearest major city - Trinity - as is its your best chance of survival.

Whether or not you choose to go it alone or find other to help you is your choice, but surely you cannot survive the six months alone as rations dwindle and hope for surviving the last darkness fades away.

Head for Trinity, make your last stand against the creatures and fight for your life. There is a light at the end of the tunnel... There has to be.

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No God Modding.

Posts must be literate and 300 words minimum.

The setting is 1930's era dress/weaponry/technology as these elements haven't progressed since the collision.

Characters must be realistic and suite the theme of the RP.

The Plot is simple, but the story is what you make it... Work off one another's posts and aim to create conflict and drama that naturally flows the story. I do have twists and some plots to throw in along they way, so the story isn't as clear cut as get to a city and win. Keep that in mind.

Items within this universe that are uncommon/rare to come across:

- Working Batteries
- Bullets
- Flash lights/torches
- Food (Most packed food nowadays is uncommon and highly sought after, otherwise it generally comes fresh)

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Earth our primary setting

Earth has been shrouded in darkness and now you are forced to cling to the last flickers of artificial light as you journey to safety in attempts to survive the harshest darkening ever.

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Eve hurried out after Blake, tugging her own torch out and flipping it on. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that it had a good strong light. That meant the batteries were in good shape. She stuck close to him, not wanting to be at the back of the group. They were the ones that always got picked off first, weren't they? Well, not so much these days… The beasts of the night would pretty much take anyone, whether at the back of the group or the middle. But she kept her light steady as she followed their unofficial leader.

"I hear you're going to Trinity?" The new voice startled her and she nearly ran right into Blake when he stopped to look around. The woman was strange looking as she stepped up to him… Eve knew at once that she was a Raider. One of the smaller villages near her little town had recently been completely devastated by the tribesmen. It had broken her heart. Normally very trusting and open to people, Eve found herself shutting down toward the woman. She frowned at Blake when he looked around at the rest of the group, unsure. A soft sigh escaped her lips when he told the woman- Nicole- that she could stick around until Lismoore and beyond, only if she got a light source.

Well, he was the leader. She wouldn't question him. Eve stuck close to the two as they began walking once more, but as the sounds of horror began behind them, she turned to look as well. Everything was pitch black. The three torches were the only light source nearby now, and the beasts of the night had descended on the little town they'd just left. She let out a soft cry, putting a hand over her lips. "All those people…" she muttered quietly.

"We can't stop.." Blake was saying. "There is nothing we can do.." The woman turned once more to their leader, biting her lip as he began walking again. She hurried silently on, ever the silent follower.

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"I understand completely," Nicole nodded as Blake underlined the conditions of her stay with the group and introduced the other members, "I will not become a burden." If she couldn't find a light source, then she would not be allowed to rejoin a group. A torch should be easy enough to find once we're in Lismoore. A simple enough task, but Nicole couldn't help but feel that she wasn't welcomed in the group. The one girl... quiet with blond hair -Eve-; she seemed more uncomfortable with Nicole's presence than the others. Nicole felt an aura of disdain coming from the woman. Perhaps she had previous contact with her before during a raid; it wasn't something she could deal with at the moment, but it may eventually present a problem in the near future.

Nicole noticed the nightcrawlers hissing and stalking the group before Blake had commented. She didn't even turn to see how many were following. Nicole was familiar enough to know that the nightcrawlers were intelligent creatures that hunted in groups and tended not to attack other groups; they preferred isolated, weak prey as most carnivorous hunters did. Still, this didn't mean they weren't a threat. Normally they would wait and follow patiently until one of the weaker members of the group falls behind so they can overwhelm the unfortunate soul, but if they felt brave enough to attack the whole group, despite their access to light, Nicole and her traveling companions would have an immense problem on their hands.

Screams overtook the sounds of the hissing nightcrawlers; they were coming from the town just behind the group. Nicole turned her head to see nothing but darkness engulfing the area where the town had been. Nightcrawlers had flocked to the town just after the Nicole and the four others had left. She doubted they could properly defend themselves against the wild beasts. Nicole imagined the size of the pack had to be large for them to attack an entire town of humans. Nicole became nervous at the thought.

"We must make haste, Blake," she warned the group leader, quickening her pace, "I fear the number of beasts attacking is far greater than anything we could handle. The town has bought us some much-needed time and we must not waste it."

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Samara's feet were shuffling, eager to leave the town. As she stepped out onto the street, the dull glow of the streetlamp enshrouded them in safety, she looked back at the hotel's windows. It was one thing to steal a man's food or some meds, but to take his absolute life-source in this world was another thing entirely. And if he was awaken and discover what she had done, then she assumed he would no longer be the gentlemen he was the night before. She watched, listened and nodded as Blake spoke. He was a good leader and Samara felt as content as she could in this life, when he was around. She shivered in the cold and tightened her jacket's grip on her skin, pulling the front closer.

Samara went to speak, to ask Blake what the plan was from here, glancing back at the hotel when a strange woman approached and strode beside Blake as he moved slowly into the darkness. Samara froze, eyes narrowed at the stranger. She looked like a raider. A tribes-member. Undoubtedly a fierce, well-adapted woman. Samara had seen them many times in her scavenges and on one occasion been in direct contact. Her skin erupted in goosebumps at the memory as Sam shook the thought away, hurrying behind them to listen to their conversation. She heard the woman agree to Blake's conditions on joining their group and before she could open to object, to inform Blake that the raiders could not be trusted, shrieks filled the air behind them.

Samara spun and felt her heart pound against her chest. The town, the tavern had lost it's lights and the nightcrawlers had been the ones to shriek in delight. The terrified screams of agony did not come from them as the town was ransacked by dripping jaws and claws. And when Samara looked back at the hotel, she swore she could see the man in the window staring at her. Sam's eyes widened and she choked on her gasp as she turned again. "We can't stop... There is nothing we can do..." She heard Blake say solemnly and for the first time Samara agreed. And the guilty acid in her stomach gurgled and spluttered, causing Sam to wince.

She listened as the intruding raider-woman spoke and funnily enough, agreed as well. The town's demise did give them time to escape, but it made the choice no easier. "This... I don't..." Sam muttered, her morality battling with her will to live. Her torch was trembling in her fingertips and her lungs felt tight as if a steel hand had them within it's grasp. She shone it at Eve, at Blake and Mike and the raider. We have to help them... Their faces gave her nothing, Eve's been the most gentle and affected by the town's doom. Sam took a deep breath, realising her moral sense was something only she knew and it was foolish. So she pulled her goggles up, put her head down and cried silently as she walked.

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Blake looked back to Samara as she spoke and gritted his teeth in guilt and self pity. "I don't like it either" he said curtly through the darkness. "But i've been through too many of these darknesses to try and be a foolish hero anymore..." He paused suddenly and reminisced about the loss of his fiancé; "It's... Well... We can't afford to worry about those who refuse to listen" Blake said sternly, "I'd told the mayor of that damned town for weeks before the darkness... the jenny's around these towns are less than satisfactory..." Blake took a deep breath, pulled out his pack of cigarettes, lit one and inhaled deeply, settling his nerves. "Where we can, when we can, and if it doesn't have a 100% chance of killing us, we'll help those in need." Blake said trying to put on a warming smile. He shivered as a cool breeze picked up and his thoughts of Lismoore reentered into his head.

Screams and howls of the nightcrawlers filled the darkness and Blake shivered again, the blood curdling cries of the townsfolk behind them wailing in agony and uselessness, "If I thought I could save everyone... well I'd be back there in a heart beat... But as it is... I ain't got no weapon that'd even scratch the nightcrawlers much.. and we haven't got a helluva' lotta' time to waste around here." Blake took a puff and turned to keep walking, keeping his torch firmly facing forward and gritting his teeth once more as the nightcrawlers evaded the torch light and silently followed the group, the padding of their feet softly lingering behind them as the group walked.

Sometime passed as the group walked through the blanketed desert and no one had said much the whole time. Blake was growing tired already, the stress of the nightcrawlers that were following him was sending him unnerved. He tried to remain stedfast, but the reality that the damned beasts were only a few feet away, unseeable and sniffing about was creating tension he just couldn't shake. Blake turned in a circle and moved his torch across the ground in an angry swirl "Piss off you filthy night bastards!" he snapped, then stoppe to ashamedly look at the group. "Sorry... I can't stand them" he said with anger and guilt at his childishness, he began his pace again, "They never seem to leave... every year I always have a damned pack haunt me... it's like they play with me" Blake said in slight fear, "Every damned year... I think it's the same group too... it's like they're waiting." Blake didn't realise how open he was being until he saw the flicker of street lamps in the distance and quickly shook is makeshift get-to-know session from his immediate thoughts. "LISMOORE!" he sighed in relief, looking at the others with a weak, relieved smile, "Thank the heavens for that slice of paradise!" Blake looked to Eve and smirked and said quietly, "You can breath easy now... I've noticed you the whole way with that worried look". Blake looked to Nicole, Samara then Mike, "Well C'mon guy and gals, we gotta supply up an-"

Blake was cut short when his torch flickered out. Panic filled his gut instantly and his breathing stopped. Blake had taken a few steps away from the group and was just outside their light circle. "Oh jesus!" he hissed as he turned on his heel and dove to reach the groups light. Suddenly the snarl of a nightcrawler filled the air and Blake made the short jump into the circle just in time to miss the nightcrawler attempting to grab him. The beast however, kept going and lunged into the middle of the group, knocking them all down and separating them. Blake managed to roll into Eve and while her torch light kept them safe and the nightcrawlers at bay. "Are you ok?" he asked, "I'm sorry if I hurt you..." he apologised. Blake looked out into the darkness and saw Samara's light cutting the black, "Samara!" he shouted urgently, "Are you ok?" Then Blake realised, he couldn't see Mike or Nicole... "Oh shit" he hissed, "Eve, you need to shine your light around the area, Samara you too!" Blake momentarily, fiddled around in his pocket to retrieve the two spare batteries he had kept as back up, "Nicole, keep as quiet and as still as possible" he shouted into the darkness, "Mike, you too... Unless you can get your torch working again!". Unscrewing his torch head and unceremoniously dumping the wasted batteries, Blake quickly shoved the new batteries in and screwed the top on, "Ah ha!" he said in triumph as his torch lit back up.

Blake shone the light out to Samara and then into the darkness to find Nicole and Mike... His light flicked aimlessly across the ground, the nightcrawlers were hissing and moving about in a flurry, every few seconds Blake's light would hit a nightcrawler and the creature would howl in disgust at how sensitive it's skin was to light. "Eve, Samara!? Can you see them!?" Blake's light surveyed harder and faster but the nightcrawlers were moving too fast and he couldn't distinguish them from Nicole or Mike, "Jesus" he hissed, Blake looked across to Samara and though about regrouping, it was only about 15feet to reach her. The frenzy the nightcrawlers were in however was too erratic... the creatures weren't attacking those that held the light, and so far seemed to have not found Nicole or Mike, but when Blake tried to stand they hissed right at him and reach out towards him, making him sit back down and scan futilely for the other two. Blake looked to Eve, "Can you see anything?" he asked in hurried panic, once again searching the nearby area looking for Nicole and Mike.

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Eve was silent while the group walked. She knew that Blake was right and she wasn't going to argue with him. She could hear the night crawlers following them, walking along next to them, just waiting for their chance to attack. Her entire body was so tense that she had a headache and her muscles were screaming out. She looked up when Blake broke the silence, eyes widening when he yelled at the creatures.

Eve did actually let out a long breath when the lights twinkled in the darkness ahead. She grinned a little when Blake turned to speak to her, but before the widow had a chance to respond, their leader's flashlight went out and he was leaping backward toward them. She hit the ground hard, her breath going out of her lungs when the man landed on top of her. As soon as he rolled off next to her she sat up. "I'm alright. I'm fine," she told him. She slipped the bow from her back and pulled an arrow from its quiver, but held them both in one hand while she shone the torch into the darkness, searching for the others.

"I- I don't see them!" Eve did spot Samara, but there were so many night crawlers around that she couldn't see their other companions. "Wait!" She stopped her light on a bunch of milling beasts and squinted. The beasts hissed and moved out of the light to reveal the raider woman was crouched, unmoving on the ground. "Nicole... On three. Get ready," she said quietly. She stuck the end of her torch in her mouth and knocked the arrow. As long as they kept their lights on her, she should be fine, but the creatures might try to lunge for her as she ran.

"One, twro," Eve began counting around the flashlight in her mouth. "Tree!" Just as expected, as the raider jumped up and ran toward them, two of the beasts leapt at her, claws bared. Nicole dodged one but the second was going for her back. Eve let loose the arrow and watched as it hit home in the creature's throat. She quickly pulled another arrow out, but thankfully the raider was fast and had reached the two. "Samara, you next," she said, turning toward the third woman.

For all her silence and terrified looks, Eve remembered all that her husband had taught her before his death. She would use her skills to help her new traveling companions- even the ones she wasn't entirely comfortable with. They needed each other now. Safety in numbers.

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Nicole was caught off guard by the sudden nightcrawler attack; she attempted to avoid the incoming creature but it was too fast. The nightcrawler slammed into the group, separating them instantly. Nicole rolled away for safety, but slammed into a rock hidden away in darkness. Nicole felt an intense pain shoot through her should and down her arm. She grunted in defiance to the pain as she staggered to her feet. There was no longer a light source around her; she was separated from Eve and Blake. A slight sensation of panic started creeping up on Nicole; she shook it off and looked around to observe her surroundings.

It was difficult to see in the dark, but Nicole had hunted in the dark before; she only needed to focus more on moving shadows within the darkness to find her assailants. Nicole peered into the seemingly endless black and saw three figures moving in slowly. She unsheathed her blade from it's leather scabbard knowing the nightcrawlers were bound to attack; it was three on one: ninety-nine percent of circumstances would lead to the death of the one, but Nicole assured herself that she wasn't going to become a victim. Nicole braced herself for the imminent charge.

The bravest nightcrawler foolishly jumped towards Nicole without the help of its two other comrades. Nicole couldn't see if there were any more or if her new comrades were successfully fighting off more; the only thing on Nicole's mind was surviving this ambush from three ferocious predators. Nicole side-stepped and sent her sword upwards into the abdomen of the creature. The nightcrawler fell to its side as Nicole jumped on top of the beast and plunged the sword deeper. The nightcrawler hissed in defeat before succumbing to its inevitable death. Nicole turned to see the two remaining nightcrawlers cautiously observing her. Nicole rolled away from the fresh nightcrawler corpse and stayed in a crouching position. Nicole braced herself once again for another attack, but was distracted by a sudden burst of light in her direction; Eve had located her and was now shining her light and keeping the beasts at bay. Nicole turned to Eve and noticed so many more nightcrawlers near her. She couldn't help but gasp at the amount of nightcrawlers that were reading themselves to devour her.

Eve signalled for Nicole to ready herself; Nicole wasn't about to argue with the woman keeping her alive. Eve began counting and Nicole knew exactly what she was planning. On the count of 'three', Nicole jumped out and darted for Eve. The two nightcrawlers from earlier were in immediate pursuit. Nicole was able to dodge the first lunge, but she couldn't see the second creature. An arrow whisked by Nicole head as she quickly turned her head to see a dead nightcrawler with an arrow in its throat. Nicole had underestimated Eve's ability as an archer, especially under so much pressure. Thanks to Eve, Nicole was able to successfully return to Blake and Eve. Nicole clutched her sword tightly and stood next to Eve.

"Thank you," she whispered to Eve. Nicole was incredibly surprised by her actions; Nicole felt the most animosity from Even yet she applied the greatest amount of effort in saving Nicole's life. The raider would be forgetting that heroic deed.

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Blake watched in awe as Eve suddenly changed from the frightened seemingly timid woman to one of precision and calm actions. Her plan was simple but effective, plan their moves and have the lesser come to the greater as the greater protected the other who were separated. Eve was awesome in her aim and with ease lodged an arrow in the throat of a lunging night crawler that had targeted Nicole. Nicole made it to the group in time, but now the night crawlers were frenzied beyond belief. Hissing and growling filled the darkness and Blake closed his eyes to concentrate. He was relieved their newest member was able to take care of herself, even near perfect pitch black, but this whole journey was already close to an end if he and the others didn't pick themselves up now.

"Great to have you back Nicole." he said through gritted teeth and closed eyes as she tried to concentrate. "You were even better..." he said soothingly to Eve as he opened her eyes, placed a hand on her shoulder and looked at her reassuringly, "You have some amazing talent with that thing" he said nodding to her bow, "But we still need Samara and Mike" Blake said getting his attention back on track. "Samara!" he called out, looking across to her small beacon of light, "We're coming to you!" he called out over the night crawler raucous. Blake turned to Eve and Nicole, spying Nicole's weapon and then acknowledging Eve's bow and arrows again he said, "I'll give you the light sources girls, you carve our way to Samara if you have to ok? Then we find Mike..." Blake didn't wait for a reply but rather took Eve's torch from her mouth and hoisted it into his belt so it pointed out behind them and held his torch out the front so they were covered from both sides, "Here we come Samara! And we'll get you next Mike ok!?"

Blake took a few hesitant steps forward and a night crawler lunged out at the three. Blake dodged it fast, but flashed the torch into it's face, blinding it and leaving ample opportunity for Nicole to dispatch of it. "Good work." he said firmly as he continued on. Suddenly another monster screamed out at them from the distance between the three and Samara. Blake swung the torch outward and just said "Eve. Ahead. NOW!" and watched as Eve let go of an arrow and watched as the creature dropped.

Closing the distance between Blake, Eve, Nicole and Samara was slower than Blake had expected. The night crawlers were about twelve in total, not including the four that had already been taken down by Nicole and Eve. The girls had killed two more when the three were about 5 feet from Samara, "Hold on Samara we're almo-" Blake stopped when his foot hit something laying on the ground before him. Looking down Blake nearly vomited when he saw the gruesome sight before him.

The torch was shone to the ground and the mangled face of Mike glared back up at the three survivors rescuing Samara. "Oh god." Blake said with a cracked tone. "Don't look down!" he shouted as he stared woefully at the corpse of Mike. His face had bloodied scars from the claws of the Nightcrawlers and parts of his throat were missing from bites. Blake was mortified and struck with guilt and sorrow for his travel companion. His death had been painful and silent... None of them aware of his fate within the darkness. "Mike is dead.." He mumbled, "We're going to move around him" Blake said sternly, flashing the torch to the ground around him, looking for the best side to take around Mike's corpse so as to preserve a little dignity for him, they didn't need to see him anymore than they had to. As Blake moved the torchlight however, suddenly a vicious snarl erupted and within a flash Mike's body was suddenly pulled into the darkness and the wet crunch and horrid sounds of chewing suddenly filled the air as the snarls lessened as the night crawlers found their food again.

Blake choked on vomit and tears welled in his eyes.. The emotions of giving up crossed his mind all of a sudden and Blake nearly let everything he stood for go. But the few seconds that though passed through is mind were soon pushed out and his leadership regained. "Push through it." He blurted out firmly, "We can't afford to waste this moment" he said again, referring to the unfortunate distraction they were offered.

The three closed the gap to Samara without trouble and Blake wasted no time in picking Samara up. "Nicole and Eve, you need to keep your guard up, Samara keep your torch to our back and I'll keep mine to the front... Lismoore is less than ten minutes away... Lets go, we'll talk when we're in the local hotel." With that Blake gritted his teeth once more and started an almost jog-like pace.

The group made it into the lit street of Lismoore and walked about ten feet in when they reached the doors of the Hotel. Blake burst forth into the warm light of the hotel and collapsed to his knees heaving heavily from exhaustion, both emotional and physical. "I'm so sorry" he he said quietly to the girls as people around them stared in shock and horror.

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The jog to the Lismoore Hotel was extremely painful and tense; Nicole's shoulder was still throbbing in pain from the collision with the rock and the pursuing nightcrawlers were a constant threat. The four survivors had to stay strong in order to assure their safety. The light was keeping the nightcrawlers away, but Nicole and the others couldn't afford to waste any time. In the back of her mind, Nicole was still thinking about Mike's mangled corpse.

She never knew him or even spoke to the man, but Nicole felt sorry for Mike and his compatriots; a death at the hands of a nightcrawler was never pleasant nor painless. Nicole assumed that Blake and Eve would have the most trouble coping with the loss. Nicole had seen death many times; especially the death of her comrades. It was something she had grown accustomed to while living a raider's life. More often than not, one or two raiders would be killed during a mission if the target or targets had defences or weapons. Every raider knew the danger in the life they chose, but effective leadership and a strong strategy could guarantee minimal loses. Under Nicole's leadership, raids were done quite efficiently and ran like a well-oiled machine; however, this was the past Nicole was no longer a leader and she had to do what she could to assist Blake in his role as the leader of this group.

The four remaining comrades arrived at the Lismoore Hotel without sustaining any more casualties. As Blake entered the building, he fell to his knees and began breathing heavily. He apologized to the girls, most likely for not being able to save Mike's life; Nicole understand his pain all too well. He was blaming himself for the loss and Nicole knew it was going to bother him for the next few weeks. Nicole was unsure of Blake's familiarity with suffering, death, and survival: they often went hand in hand with one another. Nicole walked up to him and knelt beside him; she looked into his eyes with a blank stare.

"You cannot blame yourself, Blake," Nicole explained, "A leader's burden is having to make sacrifices and not being able to save everyone. It is a lesson we all must learn. You did everything you could, Blake. I know how you're feeling at this moment, but our survival indicates that Mike's death was not in vain." Nicole wasn't used to having to reassure her comrades; normally she could beat other raider's into obedience or chastise them for incompetence, but Blake, Eve, and Samara were regular people. Nicole had difficulty communicating with them on an emotional level due to her upbringing. She mostly seemed distant and cold to those who knew her; still, she attempted to reassure Blake with all her effort. Nicole rested a hand on his shoulder for a moment before standing up and walking towards Eve.

"I want to thank you again for saving my life, Eve," Nicole stated, "In all honesty, you are quite an impressive archer. More so than even myself, and if you would accept, I would life to give you a few of my own arrows as a token of appreciation." Nicole swung her quiver from her back and took out a handful or arrows, offering them to Eve. "You'll use them better than I would; besides, I'm more skilled with my blade."

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Eve's body was rigid with the tension of the moment. Her muscles were so tight she thought they might pop. Her teeth were clamped down hard around the flashlight. When Blake touched her, she jumped a little, her ponytail swinging as she spun to look at him. "You have some amazing talent with that thing. But we still need Samara and Mike." She bit her lip at the compliment, a silent prayer to her husband going up. Yes, he had been a good teacher; and she had always been a quick learner. "I'll give you the light sources girls, you carve our way to Samara if you have to ok? Then we find Mike..." Eve was about to nod, easing the tension from her jaw, but then Blake hadn't waited for a response and he was pulling the torch from her mouth quickly enough. She felt a slight panic rise in her stomach, but her fingers grazed the soft feather on the arrow in her hand and she pushed the terror back down. The woman felt some concern when the other male in their party still did not answer Blake's calls. Something had to be wrong.

Blake was on the move once more and Eve stayed close to both him and Nicole, her own body brushing both of theirs. He had stopped, and told them not to look down. You never tell someone not to look down. Of course she did, and the sight was horrifying. It was made all the worse when the man's body was pulled away and the sounds of the Nightcrawlers eating could be heard. Bile rose in Eve's throat and she doubled over for a moment, throwing up. But there was no time to waste now. "Nicole and Eve, you need to keep your guard up, Samara keep your torch to our back and I'll keep mine to the front... Lismoore is less than ten minutes away... Lets go, we'll talk when we're in the local hotel."

Finally they had reached Samara and they were taking off again. Basically running to Lismoore. Eve was the last one in the door of the hotel and she slammed it shut behind her, moving aside and leaning her back up against the wall. She closed her eyes, ignoring the stares of the townsfolk around her. Silent tears slid down her cheeks. Were they tears for Mike? Tears for the people of the town they had left behind? Perhaps they were just tears for those who remained alive in this hellish darkness. She couldn't be sure.

The sound of Nicole's voice in front of her brought her thoughts back to the present and she opened her eyes to look at the raider woman. Her gaze slid down to the arrows that Nicole held out and she reached up to run her fingertips along one of the smooth shafts. "I… only have a few of my own left. Thank you," she said quietly. She pulled her own quiver off and took the new arrows, sliding them in carefully. Her eyes slid back up to the other woman as she put the quiver back into its place on her back. "My husband taught me…" Would that I had been able use these skills to save him, she thought. "We need to stick together," she said in a quiet but firm voice. "That's the only way we'll make it." Eve offered Nicole a weak smile and a small shrug, slowly sinking back into becoming the quiet, timid woman that she had been before.

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"You cannot blame yourself, Blake." Nicoles words echoed endlessly in the seconds Blake sat kneeling on the floor. Taking in the event they'd just endured. Blake gritted his teeth and curled his fists tightly, banging his right one on the ground in frustration. Blake just stared intently at the ground as Nicole thanked Eve for her help. Blake blinked a few times and allowed a deep breath as he raised his head up to meet the concerned eyes of Samara, "You ok?" he asked mumbling. Samara replied with a nod and Blake returned it, standing up and breathing out slowly. "Eve is right" he said firmly, "And sorry I lost it then... It's just... When things like that happen to me... it's hard" Blake stuttered and left it at that.

The lights in the hotel flickered dangerously, signalling that even Lismoore was on its way to damnation. "Damn it." Blake hissed, the four weren't getting any chances of taking a breather at this rate. The generators around these parts of the wasteland were faltering faster than he had thought they would. "We need to move fast girls." he said firmly, "Doesn't look like Lismoore is gonna hold out.." Suddenly a man at the counter of the hotel piped up and cut in obnoxiously, "You ain't gonna find a sturdier town than Miss Lismoore buddy!" he said with a smile and stupid grin, "We've lasted every darkness without a hitch.. the Night Crawlers and Slinkers ain't around these parts often this time of year!"

It was Samara who suddenly piped up from the group's collective silence, "Shut up." she said fiercely, "Can't you tell we've just been through something?" she sneered. The doorman behind the counter looked taken aback, but didn't seem to get their point, "Woah lady" he said raising his hands, then looked to Blake, "Keep your girls in line." he said. "Excuse me?" Samara spat, Blake stepped in quickly, "Oi, buddy, these ain't my girls and you need to watch your manners." he said curtly, trying to defuse the situation. Blake looked to Samara, "You need to rein it in ok?" Samara looked to Blake with widened eyes, "No I don't." she said firmly, "We just barely escaped with our lives then, and the last thing I want is some fuckhead starting something." Blake sighed heavily and looked to Eve and Nicole, trying to ignore Samara's apparent ferocity; Blake hadn't anticipated travelling with difficult people. "We need to get supplies and out of here before Lismoore goes..." The guy behind the counter shouted something again, but the group ignored him. "We really don't know how long we've got here, and I don't care what he says..." Blake nodded behind him to the man behind the hotel counter, "We know Night Crawlers out there... and where there are Night Crawlers, Slinkers follow too."

Blake shifted his weight, standing slightly to his left, staring across to each of the girls, "I don't want to tread on anyone's toes here..." he said, looking hesitantly to Samara, "But we've got supplies to get and we should split up and come back in thirty minutes ok?" Blake reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "This has everything I anticipated we'd need - Spare batteries, bullets if someone will part with them, matches, oil and I think a latern each is a good bet..." Blake turned to Nicole, "If you can go get us the oil and matches, that'd be great..." Blake turned to Eve, "If you can get us batteries and maybe another torch? Thanks" then he turned to Samara, "You get us a tent ok?" Then Blake finished with "I'll get the bullets... I think I know someone here who'll part with some..."

The lights flickered off for a few seconds and Blake tensed up. "oooh ho ho ho" the counter man jeered at the group, mocking them. Samara turned and raised her middle finger up, mouthing a vicious "fuck you". She turned to the group and said, "Ok.. I'll get the tent." Blake nodded thankfully replying, "Lismoore is known as the market town, if you girls didn't know.. so finding what we need should be relatively easy.. Split up and meet back here in half an hour."

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"Oil and matches," Nicole repeated to herself, "I can do this, Blake." Nicole looked around the hotel; many onlookers gazed upon the group, some taunting them. They've never seen Nightcrawlers up close. They didn't know the traumatic events the group had just undergone. The people of Lismoore sat happily in their little safe haven, far away from the dangers of the real world. Ignorant pricks. The words rang out in Nicole's head like an old church bell. Nicole ignored the sneers coming from the counter man and turned to the group. "I'll be back shortly," she stated, before making he way out of the hotel. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at Eve.

Nicole wondered where the girl's husband was if he taught her how to operate that bow. Nicole imagined the worse; he must have been an early or recent casualty. She would never ask Eve though as the girl was most likely not as accustomed to death as a raider would be. Eve took Mike's death very hard, as did Blake. Nicole pitied them, but Even in particular. She seemed so fragile and delicate, but Nicole knew she had a strong will to be able to survive so long even while stricken with grief. Grief. Nicole pondered the word. She had forgotten the feeling of grief; she had forgotten many emotions: grief, guilt, sadness... love. Nicole tried to remove herself of all emotions, but being a human being, raider or not, it was hard to separate herself from the emotions that were bottled up inside. Nicole kept her gaze on Eve, surprising herself with the realization she was actually worried about someone.

"Be careful," she called out before walking off into Lismoore. Nicole wasn't certain if that was directed to the entire group or to a particular individual; regardless, they would all need to be on their guard while venturing into the 'Market Town'. Nicole was already feeling the cold stares of each vendor as she walked by; some were frightened at her raider appearance, others seemed upset, and a few of them were eyeing her like a dog would eye a piece of fresh meat. Nicole stopped by a man who had an entire table of assorted goods: metals, food, blades, clothing. Behind him was a large tent, most likely filled with other goods. The man was larger, looked to be in his late forties, was balding, and was missing many of his teeth. Nicole suspected that most of his goods were stolen and that he spend most of his earnings on narcotics or alcohol.

"Can I help ye?" he snickered, obviously not bothered by her appearance. He was disgusting in almost every aspect; Nicole felt physically uncomfortable around him but from what she learned whilst eavesdropping that he had literally anything you could imagine.
"I need oil and matches," she boldly stated, not playing any games with the man. "Right this way," he answers, opening one of the flaps of the tent and urging her to come inside. Nicole reluctantly enters the large tent; she was shocked to see what the man had kept hidden from the public. He had a wide assortment of weapons and armors, poisons, exotics, anything one could desire. What disturbed Nicole were the slaves he had chained in the back: young girls, at least 16 years old, bound and forced to partake in horrible acts. One could literally get anything they want from him. The man approached Nicole with a large can of oil and many matches.

"So, how ya gonna pay for this?" he asked with a sickening smile. Nicole set her bow and her bag of coins on the table closest to her. "This is all I have," she explained, "but this bow is worth more than half the things here." The vendor took the bow and the coins and eyed them carefully. "Not good enough!" he laughed.
"That's all I have," Nicole repeated. The man walked over to Nicole and took her by the shoulders. "Tell ya what, sweet thing, how about we call it even it you suck my-" his words were interrupted with a stern kick to the area he most likely wanted Nicole to place her mouth. Nicole utilized all her force to deliver the strongest kick possible to his unprotected area. The man screamed in agony and fell to the ground, dropping Nicole in the process. Nicole stood back to her feet and kicked the man in the ribs. He tried to scream in pain, but was cut off by the shortness of breath. What came out next was a series of coughs, followed by blood.

"You're lucky I have somewhere to be or I'd kill... and enjoy it." Nicole delivered another kick, this time to the man's face, breaking his nose in the process. She walked over to the girls chained at the back of the tent and proceeded to release them from their captivity. "Go," she ordered, "no one should have to live like this." Instantly, the women gathered what clothing they could and scurried away. Nicole grabbed her money, some small knives, the oil, and the matches and marched out of the vendor's tent. Nicole was growing tired of this place despite only being there a half hour.

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Eve was silent, ignoring the comments and sneers from the people around them. They would all be dead soon enough. Just like the others. Just like everyone. She ran a hand over her face, turning to Blake when he asked her to get some spare batteries and another torch. Frankly, she wasn't sure she had enough money to get something so precious, but she would do what she had to. Her eyes popped toward Samara, then she looked away. Her brown gaze slid toward Nicole at the raider's warning and she nodded. She waited a few seconds longer, closing her eyes and steeling herself to leave the false safety that the hotel provided. Then, Eve turned and headed out the door, keeping her bow and flashlight firmly in the grip of each hand.

The blonde moved through the market area, eyeing the merchandise and the merchants alike. She spotted a woman watching over a table full of different goods, batteries and torches included. Eve stopped in front of the table and eyed her desired goods. She pointed at several of the batteries and one torch. "How much for these?"

The price that the woman gave was astounding. Eve pulled the small amount of money she had from her pocket and shook her head. "Will this do?" She asked, holding out the wad of cash.

"Is that the amount I told you?" the woman asked, sneering.

"No ma'am, but I don't have any more," she said in a quiet voice.

The woman was eyeing the two gold rings on Eve's hand. Her own wedding band still sat on the left ring finger, and her husband's was worn on the thumb of that same hand. She snatched her hand back and shoved it into her pocket. "One of those rings, plus the cash, and it's all yours," the woman told her.

"No," Eve whispered. She couldn't do it. Could not give up those rings. She turned and strode away from the table, running a hand back over her hair. What could she do now?

"You need batteries, little lady?" A deep voice at her side asked.

Eve jumped and turned to face the man. "I- yes, I do. Do you have some I could buy?"

"O'course. Follow me," he said, putting a hand on the small of her back and leading her toward one of the shops in one of the buildings. Inside, he pulled out the same number of batteries that she had been looking at, and even slid two torches her way on the counter.

The blonde pulled the cash from her pocket and held it out. "This is all I've got. You can have it."

The man clicked his tongue. He stepped closer and she backed up into the counter. "I don't want your money, sweetheart."

No, no. Please, her mind screamed out. She should have known. Could she do this? To survive? To help the others survive? When she said nothing, the man went back to the door and locked it, then returned to her, grinning. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle," he promised.


Eve knew her half hour away from the group was surely up by the time the man rolled away from her. She was going to be late, and she just prayed they didn't leave without her. She got up and quickly dressed, feeling so dirty as those laughing eyes watched her. She slung her bow and quiver over her back, then scooped the batteries and torches into her coat pocket and hurried out the door. She ran as fast as she could back to the hotel, forcing all thoughts from her mind. If others could do it, then she could too. It was no big deal, right? She hurried into the hotel and looked around frantically for the other members of the group. Please, please let them be here. If they weren't, she would simply walk out into the middle of those night crawlers and let them have her. It would just be easier that way.

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Nicole had lost track of time while exploring Lismoore, hoping to find something else to bring back to the group and prove her worth. Nicole regretted her tardiness but knew she had to at least attempt to find more than she was tasked with finding. Nicole hoped the group would be waiting for her at the hotel. It was close enough to be in Nicole's sight. Nicole was relieved to see that she wasn't the only one who was late; Eve was making her way back to the hotel ahead of Nicole, but she was in a hurry. Her pace was rather strange, like she was running away from something. Nicole thought she was in some sort of danger and ran after her. Eve frantically disappeared into the Lismoore Hotel. Seconds late, Nicole busted through the hotel doors.

Nicole scrambled to find Eve; the woman was standing by herself, looking around. She seemed scared and troubled, almost traumatised. Nicole rushed over to Eve and stood in front of the woman.

"Are you all right?" Nicole asked, eyeing Eve carefully. Nicole noticed that both of them had gathered the items they were tasked with finding. "Are you hurt? Is someone after you?" Nicole knew that the group didn't trust her, but despite the odd matching, they were like Nicole's tribe. She felt it was her duty to protect them if the need arose. Nicole didn't need to be their friend, but preventing harm, mental or physical, was essential to the survival of the group. She was not the most approachable human being around, and was certain that she would be more comfortable around Samara or Blake. Nicole hoped Eve wouldn't feel too uncomfortable being with just Nicole. She hadn't noticed Blake or Samara around and wondered where they were.

Nicole focused her attention back to Eve; she concentrated to study Eve's body language. Nicole could sense fear and shame on the girl; even her odour was slightly offsetting. Nicole knew something wasn't right with Eve. Though her first initial instinct was to tell Eve to 'not be a pussy and carry on', Nicole felt strangely sympathetic towards the young girl who was obviously very troubled.

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Samara quietened down as Blake began to speak. She nodded firmly when he tasked her with finding a tent for the group and followed them quietly out of the door and onto the street, parting ways with the rest of them down an alleyway a street down from the hotel. Samara knew most of Lismoore quite well, and so had no trouble in finding her way to the black market district of Lismoore. Samara looked this way and that as she walked down the isles of market stalls and a small smirk crossed her face when she saw the woman Nicole speaking with one of the vendors a few stalls down. The man motioned for Nicole to enter the tent, and Samara smiled again, "They always want the same thing..." she laughed, wondering if Nicole would oblige him.

Samara soon stopped focussing on Nicole and moved to a closer stall and shouted above the din of the other shady market goers to a gruff looking short statured man; "Hallsey! Hey, Hallsey!" Samara weaved through the crowd to stop at stall filled with various ropes, traps and hunting equipment, "Haven't seen you in a long time!" Samara said nonchalantly as the small man Hallsey walked over to her with outstretched arms, "My favourite little scavenger!" the small man bellowed as he embraced Samara, "I've missed you.." he said with a toothless grin as he smacked Samara's arse. "Still as feisty as ever." She said, rolling her eyes. The small man got back behind his stall and locked eyes with Samara, "What're you doin' here?" he asked, getting straight to the point, "Y'know this place ain't happy with you..."

Samara looked around the streets, almost nervous at Hallsey's words, almost. She looked back to the small man and rolled her eyes again, "No one knows i'm here Hallsey..." she sifted through his stuff, trying to act casual, "What is it you want?" he asked sternly. "A tent and maybe a few sleeping mats.." Samara said trailing off. "Well you're in luck." Hallsey walking back into his tent behind his stall, "Come in here then..." Samara obliged and followed the small man into his tent and smiled when she saw him standing by a rolled up tent and a few sleeping mats. "Excellent!" she exclaimed as she walked towards the man, placing a hand on the tent. Before she could pick the items up however, Hallsey grabbed her hand and threw it off, "Uh uh uh Sam..." he said with an almost fatherly look, "You know nothin' in this world comes free... how you gonna pay?" Samara pouted her lips girlishly and looked down to Hallsey, "With an I.O.U... please?" she asked, stretching out the please. "No deal Samara... They're sayin' this is gonna be the toughest Darkness yet... and I need all the income I can get to make sure I survive it. No freebies.." he said sternly, then looked sideways towards her chest, "A little show might compensate my losses". Samara's face recoiled in disgust, "You're like my father!" she spat. "But i'm not..." he replied with a wry grin.

Samara wasn't one to usually say no when getting her way only meant showing a little skin, but Hallsey really was like her father and the thought of showing him any part of her that was private was off putting. A few moments passed and Hallsey spoke, "Well... You can either come up with $300 or show me your tits Sam... your choice" he said, making his way out of the tent. "Damn it." she hissed, "Hang on then.." she spat as she undid her top, "But you only get 30 seconds." she said sternly. "Good enough for me" he said with a lightened smile as he gawked at Samara's chest. "Alrighty!" Hallsey said with a childish grin, "Take your shit and go Sam... and be careful" he said worriedly as Samara pulled the tent onto her back using two straps that came attached to it when it was rolled up. "yeah yeah..." she replied halfassedly, "I always am.."

As Samara made her way to the tent's entrance Hallsey grabbed her arm and looked her straight into the eyes, "I'm serious Samara... They're still lookin' for you here... And the Darkness... well that's just another bitch to worry about." Samara stopped for a second and thought about Hallsey's words, "I know Hallsey. I know ok. But you also know I don't go down without a fight... that's why they're still looking for me" she said with a small grin cracking across her face. Hallsey shook his head sarcastically and looked back up into Samara's eyes, "You're a worry girl" he said with a smile crossing his lips, As Samara made her way back into the market Hallsey grabbed her arm again and whispered quietly into her ear, "The town runs on separate electricity supplies, be careful where you tread... we've been havin' problems of late with district power supplies cuttin' in and out... Best you move on as soon as possible.. I know I am" Hallsey said with another stern look.

Samara nodded and moved back into the crowd, weaving her way in and out. She passed the tent she'd seen Nicole enter earlier and noticed the vendor looking bloodied and irate, speaking to the local authorities of Lismoore. Samara's lips turned slightly. She may not have trusted the wastelander, but she seemed to, by the looks of it, have a little fire in her.

Samara neared the end of the market and was almost back onto the main street of Lismoore when a shout down the ways caught her attention, "Samara Dougherty, stop right there!" Samara's eyes widened as she turned to see a tall lanky man holding a gun outstretched towards her, about thirty feet down the ways. "You really had the balls to come back here after what you did?" he sneered to her. Suddenly more men appeared from around the crowd, the tall lanky man kept speaking, Samara stood contemplating her next move. "Crossing the Lancers was your second stupidest mistake..." he said moving towards her. Samara turned her head to the side and mockingly replied, "What was my first one?" The man was only a few feet from Samara when he reached out and pistol whipped her, forcing her to her knees; "Your first one was coming back to Lismoore."

Samara looked up from her kneeling position and laughed coldly, "You're all a bunch of walking dicks without balls." she sneered. The man's face screwed up in anger and he pointed the gun point blank to her face, pulling back the safety, "Stupid bit-"

His words were cut off as the power around the market district cut out for a few seconds and total panic erupted throughout the street. Samara took the opportunity to get to her feet, whip her left leg across the ground and force her near-executioner onto his arse. "Love to talk Pete, but I've got people to do and places to see." Samara bolted to her feet and stood up just in time for all the street lights to flick back on. Revealing the mass panic throughout the district.

Samara turned on her heel and dodged back into the crowd, ducking as a spray of bullets flew into the crowd. A lady to her left fell to the ground dead as one of the bullets meant for Samara hit her instead, "fuck it" Samara hissed as he ducked harder, jumping into and rolling out of a nearby stall. Samara got halfway through the market when suddenly she was slammed up against a nearby power tower, situated in the square of the market district. "Fuck" she hissed as the air left her lungs and she felt yet again the blunt pain of the end of a gun across her head. "Stupid whores never learn" she heard the tall lanky man - Pete - sneer. Samara looked up, her vision blurred, but saw the end barrel of the gun staring back at her, "Can't we.. just... talk" she wheezed, trying to fill her lungs with air.

The whole market seemed to have stopped moving as they watched the scene before them. Pete just shook his head and laughed, "time for laughter is over.." he joked as he pulled the safety back for the second time. Pete's finger felt the cold steel of the trigger as he pushed the gun to Samara's head but his chance to execute her was cut short when someone from the crowd shouted loudly, "Slinker on the roof!"

Samara looked to her left and sure enough up on the roof over a nearby building stood the tall frame of a slinker. The creature it seemed, was quite content to sit above the lights of the market, and didn't seem to mind the small amount of light it was subjected to. This fact alone caused another mass panic within the crowd. Suddenly gun fire echoed loudly as anyone who had a gun fired up towards the beast. The bullets barraged the slender creature, but it was too quick and jumped from the rooftop straight across to the power station tower Samara was kneeling at the bottom of.

As luck would have it. The Slinker hit the tower, and was instantly electrocuted, the beast fell to the ground dead. It's long lanky body crumpled just a few feet from Samara. She could see it's elongated limbs. It's blackened skin and large dinner plate sized eyes. It's ragged claws and sharp teeth were almost pearly white. It had two slits for a nose and two slits for ears. It's skin looked almost charcoal in it's colour and the general look of the creature sent a small shiver down Samara's spine. Not so much because of what it looked like, but more so the fact that she remembered the horrid ability of the Slinker - it was able to contort it's body to fit into almost any space.

The bad luck, as fate would have it however, was that the force of the Slinker's body hitting the power station tower was enough to cause the structure to move violently a few seconds after the creature hit the ground. As the tower fell, so did the lighting for the market district. Mass panic ensued for the third time in the last ten minutes, and Samara once again seized the opportunity. She sprung to her feet and bolted through the pitch black as fast as she could in the general direction of the hotel she was meant to rendezvous at.

However, as she frantically ran through the dark, Samara quickly realised that the Slinker who had caused this catastrophe wasn't the only one about. As she ran blindly she could hear the blood curdling screams of Lismoore's residents as the creature's took the opportunity to descend upon the town. As Samara weaved carelessly, she suddenly found herself running side by side with a man who had a flash light. The two with words unspoken dashed together, pushing and shoving people out of one another's ways.

As the Samara and the mystery man came clear of the massacre in the darkness, they saw the alleyway they need to run through to get back into the surviving light of Lismoore. The two were stopped short of leaving the alleyway however when a Slinker landed right in their path. Without thinking however, Samara grabbed the man to her side and slung him right into the claws of the slinker and dove out into the street light as his muffled screams echoed down the alley.

Samara rolled into the light and began to hyperventilate as people who were safe in this district watched down into the darkness, listening to the chaos in the markets. "What's happening?" a nearby woman screamed to Samara as she stood shakily, "The power in the market is fucked." she hissed as she pushed past and made her way to the hotel.

Samara pushed open the doors of the hotel and dropped to her knees when she saw Eve and Nicole nearby. "We... need...to.. go" she heaved, wiping sweat from her brow... "This place is about to go to the shitter..." Samara looked up and around the lobby, "Where is Blake?"

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Eve looked around the room. None of her companions were there. Had they left already? But they would need the batteries she had… How could they just leave? Had she just gone through that horrible experience for nothing? But then Nicole appeared in front of her and she let out a soft, relieved breath.

"Are you all right?" Nicole was asking. "Are you hurt? Is someone after you?" Eve blinked. Was she alright? Not entirely, no. Not at all, really. Was she hurt? Her mind drifted for a moment, then she snapped back to the present with a shudder and pulled her coat tight around her body, crossing her arms protectively over her chest. "N-no," she said quietly, trying to keep her voice from betraying her. "I'm alright. I- I was just afraid that everyone had left, because I was late." She tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace.

Suddenly the sounds of screams nearby drew her attention and she hurried over to the window, staring out with wide eyes as she watched part of the town go black. The part of the town they had all been sent to. The part she had just come from. A small part of her thought that this might be the end of the man who had taken advantage of her, and she felt horrible for the grim satisfaction that gave her. Eve watched for survivors. Anyone. Where were Blake and Sa- oh!

She spotted Samara running for the hotel. Eve moved away from the window to turn to the woman when she came in, about to ask if Blake was with her. "We... need...to.. go" she heaved, wiping sweat from her brow... "This place is about to go to the shitter..." Samara looked up and around the lobby, "Where is Blake?" Eve frowned. "We haven't seen him!" She hugged herself tighter, troubled. He was their leader… They couldn't just leave him behind. She couldn't bear to lose another member of their little group right now. Her mind was racing. If the market area was down, it wouldn't be long before the rest of the town was lost. They did have to get out of there. But not yet. "Let's just give him another minute. Maybe he's coming…."

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Nicole studied Even for a moment, searching for any lies or hidden truths; if something terrible had happened, there was no doubt in Nicole's mind that Eve would attempt to keep it hidden from the rest of the group. Nicole saw through Eve's efforts to conceal her trauma by claiming it was fear of abandonment. No one gets this worked up over being late, Nicole thought, trying to piece together what might have happened to Nicole.

"We'll talk about this later, Eve," Nicole told her; she wasn't satisfied with the explanation Eve had given her. Nicole heard a faint noise coming from outside: it sounded like a small struggle but quickly erupted into a panicked frenzy. Many people were screaming and seemed to be running. Nicole could hear the sounds of creatures tearing the flesh from their human victims. Nightcrawlers? she thought, but quickly rationalized as she knew Nightcrawlers wouldn't dare enter a town this populated unless the power went out on its own. Nicole turned to see Eve run towards the window to see the madness unfold.

"Stay away from the windows!" Nicole warned, chasing after her. Nicole arrived at the window just as Eve backed away and Samara entered the hotel; she seemed exhausted and frightened. Nicole gave a faint smile before listening to her speak through her deep breaths. She told Eve and Nicole that they had to leave immediately. She then questioned where Blake was, but neither Nicole nor Eve had seen him since they returned to the hotel. Eve suggested waiting another minute for Blake to arrive.

"We'll wait one more minute," Nicole agreed, "then we have to leave." Nicole unsheathed her sword and moved towards the back of the hotel lobby. "We need to try to remain unseen by whatever's attacking the town and try to keep quiet." Nicole made her way to the front desk. Nicole saw the manager of the hotel huddled behind his desk, mumbling prayers to himself. Nicole grabbed him by the throat and told him to keep quiet before throwing him down. The man fearfully complied.

"I'll keep an eye out for Blake, and in one minute we leave," Nicole explained, "You two can make your way out of here; I'll attempt to create a distraction and look for Blake. I'm not leaving him to die in this place if there's even the slightest chance he's alive and out there." Nicole was tired of leaving good men behind to die so that the mission or raid could be successful. Nicole knew that Samara and Eve needed a leader like Blake; someone who was kind, compassionate, wise, and brave. They couldn't succeed with a harsh, unforgiving, iron-fisted leader that Nicole had learned to be. Nicole was going to find Blake if he didn't return shortly, or die trying.

One...two...three... Nicole slowly began to count down, hoping Blake would come in the short time lapse they gave him. Four...five...six...

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Blake hit the gas hard on the Auburn two door Brougham he'd managed to just win. He'd made his way through the market and into the other well known hotel around Lismoore; The Lady Maverick, a hotel known for it's courtesans, high end booze, and high rollers around the wastelands. Gambling in Lismoore was nothing short of awesome, and Blake wasn't too bad at poker, so he gambled everything he had at a shot at one of the tables in the hotels gambling room, Blake took a moment to take a deep breath as he thought about his monumental win...

"You ain't gonna win boy..." a large overweight, rather sickly looking man laughed. Blake rolled his eyes and shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable and ignore the taunting from the obnoxious men around him. "Yeah yeah..." Blake muttered, staring intently at his cards. "What?" the obese man heaved "You think I'm jokin' buddy... hah!" the man snorted and sipped on his gin. Blake and this man were the only two left in this game at the table... in twenty minutes Blake had managed to knock all other contenders for a grand prize of $2000 out of the game... All except this obese asshole across from him. The overweight man was dressed head to toe in an obnoxious worn suit and had a bushy moustache; he was clearly wealthy around the wastelands, but also more evidently, thought of himself as something special. "Tell you what" he spluttered after sipping his drink, "You think you can beat me... We'll up the bet... You win... you can have my car" the man said, an evil grin gleaming across his face, "But if I win... You have to..." the man leaned over, his grin going as wide as possible, "You have to be my slave" Black rolled his eyes, "And do what?" Blake asked mockingly, "Lay your clothes out for you... Wash them? Give you massages...?" the man burst into laughter, but only leant closer so that Blake could hear him. The man shifted around the table so that he was seated right next to Blake as he leant in towards his ear and placed a firm hand onto Blake's inner thigh, "No no..." he whispered sickly, "The other kind of slave..."

Blake recoiled with a disgusted look across his face, "You're sick buddy.. there ain't no way-" Blake was cut off suddenly, "I knew you didn't have what it takes." For some reason that one sentence pushed Blake over. Normally not a competitive man, and one who doesn't buy into stupid games, Blake found that one sentence more insulting than anything he'd ever heard in his life. Before he knew it Blake had spoken through gritted, "You're on. Your car, and the money, for my body."

The man laughed maniacally and pulled a shiny key from his coat pocket placing it on the pile of notes on the table. "Bad day to be you boy" the fat man spluttered as he placed his cards on the table, face up revealing two kings. The man laughed as a few onlookers clapped in admiration. Blake sat stunned, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He lifted his cards gently and flipped them in an almost robotic movement as he revealed two aces paired with another two aces on the table line. The fat man coughed abruptly and his laughter ended quickly when he saw the real outcome of the game. Blake had won.

Blake stood slowly and reached across the table, picking up the keys. The fat man slammed his hands hard down on the table, "HELL NO!" he bellowed, scrambling onto the table to stop Blake. Blake grabbed the obese man by the scruff of his collar and looked him stern in the eyes as he said "Fuck off. You lost." The man grabbed Blake's wrist and pulled it off himself as he stood back, grabbing half the pile of money off the table. "You cheated, this isn't yours!" Blake looked to the dealer "Are you gonna stop him?" Blake asked astonished. The dealer just looked pathetically towards Blake.

Suddenly the lights flickered off. Blake tensed and breathed in relief as the flicker stopped and the lights came back on. Blake leaned over and grabbed the other half of the pile of cash and picked the car keys up. The fat man bellowed angrily, "Stop him now!" he cried out, signalling two men in suits to pull away from the crowd. Blake backed away slowly and suddenly the whole hotel was silent with extreme tension. The doors to the Lady Maverick burst open as gun fire could be heard through the street. Another man in a suit called out, looking towards the obese man "She's back in town boss! Peter is chasing her through the market!"

The fat man looked to Blake, then back to the guy who had just burst through the door and before anyone could do anything... the lights dropped out as a thunderous clash could be heard outside in the market. "Fuck" Blake hissed as he made a straight line for the door in the dark. Everyone was screaming and panic was rife throughout the whole precinct of the town. Blake suddenly heard the roaring fire of gunshots as people began to fire into the darkness. "Shit.. what's goin' on?" Blake yelled to no one... Suddenly he felt a nudge and was thrown out of the front doors and into the cool air. He'd luckily made it to the doors, but was struggling to stand as he clutched the car key and wad of money in his hand.

Blake managed to get to his feet in the frenzy. His hand was throbbing from the pain of being stepped on, but he shoved the wad of money into his pants pocket and kept the car key firmly in his grip. As Blake moved around the darkness he saw glimpses of torch light here and there and stopped in his tracks when he looked down a nearby alleyway to see a street light on down the other end. "Fuck yes" he muttered to himself in relief at at least some salvation if he could reach it. Blake fell to his knees as a woman and man pushed past him and ran down the alleyway. He looked up in time to see the man and woman's silhouettes stop abruptly as a lanky creature fell from the darkness above to stop them. The woman suddenly grabbed the man in one smooth motion and pushed him into the frame of the horrid creature before them, creating a moment for escape by the woman as the creature began to devour the man. "Jesus.. not Slinkers" Blake groaned, cringing as he saw the Slinker eating on the silhouette of the man.

Suddenly the slinker picked up it's prey and crawled up the side of the building and into the darkness. Blake saw as the man's limp hand dropped a torch and Blake got to his feet and bolted fast. He made it to the torch and grabbed it as he dove out of the darkness into the light of the main street of Lismoore. Heaving deeply Blake shakily got to his feet. He went to move in the direction of the hotel the girls were meant to be at but was abruptly stopped when he heard the gruff voice of the fat man from earlier calling out, "HEY STOP YOU THIEF!"

Blake turned around to see the man standing by Auburn Brougham. Blake saw the man was surrounded by three tough looking men and he was making his way towards Blake with them. "Give me the key to my car" the man grunted, motioning behind him towards the car. Blake stepped back worriedly but suddenly the three men guarding the man were pounced upon. Two Slinker jumped from the rooftops landing on and pinning two of the guards to the ground. The fat man was suddenly ushered out of harms way by the third and without thinking Blake seized the opportunity to run to the car and get inside.

Blake stuck the key in the car door and unlocked, jumping in and locking the doors just in time as a slinker pounced of a mangled guard corpse and onto the side of the car. Blake leant back screaming as the slinker violently beat itself against the car. The window of the car was cracked about three inches and suddenly Blake recoiled further in horror as the creature seized that opportunity and began to squeeze a long lanky arm through the small gap.

Blake fumbled quickly as he put the key in the ignition and turned it. Suddenly bringing the engine to life. Blake steadied himself and hit the gas hard on the Auburn two door Brougham he'd just won. The car lurched forward and dragged the slinker down the way. The creature's attempt and contorting itself through the window were stopped as Blake hit the breaks causing the creature to rip out of the window and roll down the road.

Blake shifted the gears and the car reversed and spun around. Blake hit the gas again and flew down the street, screeching just outside the hotel where the girls were meant to be. He looked into the rearview mirror and his eyes widened in terror as he saw the lights down the way behind him began to fall one after another. The slinkers were putting the town into darkness.

Blake looked towards the hotel and beeped the horn three times, hoping to get the girl's attentions.

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"I'll keep an eye out for Blake, and in one minute we leave," Nicole explained, "You two can make your way out of here; I'll attempt to create a distraction and look for Blake. I'm not leaving him to die in this place if there's even the slightest chance he's alive and out there." Eve watched Nicole as she headed further toward the back of the lobby. "No. We stay together!" She pulled the bow from her back and drew an arrow from her newly stocked quiver. Just… hopefully staying together didn't mean waiting for their deaths to come. The others who had been in the hotel were either frantically trying to figure out where they could run and hide- many heading up the stairs toward their rooms, in hopes that they might survive if they were separated from the larger groups of people. Others were quietly drowning their fears in glasses of whatever sort of alcohol they had at their disposal.

Eve creeped her way back toward the window, hands shaking slightly as she nocked her arrow and held it lowered, but ready. She watched the confusion and madness that had begun in the market area and was now spreading toward the hotel. People were actually heading toward them, apparently thinking they could escape their fates if they were indoors. The woman watched down the street as an odd pair of lights appeared. They appeared first as two torchlights a fair distance apart but moving together… Then, she realized the lights belonged to a car.

A car! Eve had seen one before but they were so rare! She raised an eyebrow when it stopped outside the hotel and the driver beeped the horn. She glanced back, looking for whichever person might be waiting on a vehicle to pick them up, but no one came. She frowned and turned back to the window, peering through the faint light to try to see the driver. Odd… it looked like…

"That's Blake!" Mood suddenly brightened at the thought that they would be able to travel in the luxury and somewhat safety of a car, Eve let out a cheer. "Nicole! Samara! Let's go, he's got a car!" She moved toward the door, watching with wide eyes as some of the stragglers from the market area noticed the car and began to move toward it, wanting the chance to be rescued as well. "Oh no.. Hurry! We've got to go now!"

She stepped toward the door, pulling it open with her bow raised, arrow poised and ready to shoot. "You two go first, I'll make sure you make it safely," she said, eyes scanning the street outside for danger. Those people were getting closer. Soon, they would surround the car. Could she shoot other human beings so that they could drive off safely? Eve wasn't sure she could. They had to get out, and now.

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The engine was revving and Blake had a tight grip on the wheel. He looked up to the hotel doors and saw them open and Eve begin to move out towards the car. At that moment Blake saw why Eve had her bow drawn, hundreds of people were leaving the buildings and the first thing they saw was the car Blake had managed to win. "Shit." Blake hissed as one hand released its grip and planted firmly on the horn. "COME ON!" Blake yelled earnestly through the glass of the car windows, "GET THE HELL IN THE CAR!"

Suddenly a woman was banging on the passenger side of the two door car. "LET ME IN! LET ME IN!" she screamed as she violently attempted to get in the car. Luckily the passenger side door was locked. Blake shook his head in defiance of her want and told her to leave, "You can't... I'm sorry, I don't.. won't have enough room... RUN!" The woman didn't listen and kept banging herself against the door. Blake beeped his horn again, catching Eve's eye, "HURRY UP! WHAT'S GOIN' ON?"

Blake looked in the rearview mirror and his heart beat faster than he ever could have imagined as he saw the street lamps falling one by one as the slinkers paved the way for the night crawlers to start their descent on the town. Blake gritted his teeth and once again beeped the horn, what the fuck was going one in the hotel?

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Samara watched Nicole as she talked about their revised plan. She nodded silently in agreement that they had to leave, Blake or not. They'd come this far already, which wasn't that far at all, and lost the life of a companion to boot. They couldn't afford to risk their own lives anymore for others... Samara had lived through too many darknesses to fuck up now. "Alright.. if he's not here soon we leave." Samara said flatly. She pushed a stray clump of red hair out of her eyes and breathed deeply.

The raucous outside was growing and Samara was growing impatient and uneasy but suddenly over all the noise and screaming a horn filled the air. "What the hell is that?" Samara asked as she watched Eve move towards the window. "Blake! the blonde yelled in relief, turning to Nicole and Samara, "Nicole! Samara! Let's go, he's got a car!" Samara's eyes widened in astonishment as she moved towards the window, trying to get a look at this car. "Oh no.. Hurry! We've got to go now!" Samara looked out and saw the mayhem that was growing.

People were pushing and shoving and running out of buildings without cause or composure. Samara couldn't believe the scale of which shit had hit the fan. "Jesus.. what is going on?" Samara asked out loud. Her train of thought was cut off as Eve continued to speak "You two go first, I'll make sure you make it safely." Samara nodded and turned to Nicole, "I'll go first, get to the car, you follow and stop anyone trying to get to the car, Eve, follow closely!" Samara turned and readied herself as Eve opened the door and stepped out. Samara went to move out when suddenly a window from across the way shattered and two slinkers rolled across the ground, colliding with Samara and sending themselves and her across the way and into the bar.

Samara hit the bar with a thud and let out a yelp as her head hit the backing. "Damn it" she grunted as she scrambled to her feet. Samara kicked off the ground and went to bolt for Nicole and Eve but was grabbed from the floor by one of the slinkers as it growled deeply at her, baring it's sharp teeth. "Fuck off" she spat as she kicked down hard on the creature's head.

As her foot made contact Samara was tackled by the second Slinker, pinned against the bar top, her hands clasped with the claws of the slinkers, interlocked in a life or death struggle, "Jesus help me!" she yelled out across the way.

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Re: Fading Light - The Last Darkness

Mine were pretty great! And I definitely am. Was just trying to wait for Metal to post, as that's sort of the order we've been going in...

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My holidays were fantastich! How were yours? Also, are you guys/gals still wanting to continue this? Coz I know I ammmmm

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Hope everyone had a great holiday!!

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I probably won't get one up until after the holidays. Family's gonna be in town, but I'll stop in to read Metal's post when it's up. :) Hope you guys have a very Merry Christmas (if ya celebrate it) and a Happy New Year!

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Post in progress; be patient, friends! ^.^

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Hey guys, I just posted and left the post open ended as to whether or not you want Samara to live? It's totally up to you to decide her fate :P

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I shall patiently await before I work on mine. ;D

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I'll post soon guys! I have work and all that jazz... but I've also been ridiculously bizzay!

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Better late than never, my post has been posted for your reading pleasure!

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I'll try to post tomorrow; I have exams right now and they're interfering with my life at the moment.

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I actually didn't catch any errors... Though I may have been half asleep when I read it. But I still say well done!

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Hey everyone! Sorry for the EPICALLY long post... I'm trying establish conflict and all that jazz and get another creature into the mix. And I'm up in the air about what I want to do with Samara - kill her or not - so I just wrote a post using her - Blake is MIA for the mo (but don't worry, I've got him sorted, he's not dying, and he will be back!)

But I am sorry if there are BULK misspelling and crappy grammar.. .but I just wrote over 2000 words. SO I am allowed to not proof read right? Well i'm calling it that I can because I said I can. ":P

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Woot! I'll work on my post while we wait for Metal to post.

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I apologise for my lack of activity, I've had MEGA SEVERE writers block! Not that that's an excuse, but I'm totally phoning it in as one. So there. :P NOW, let us get back into it!

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Sweet, I'm looking forward to seeing your post!

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I agree! I'm going to post tomorrow arvo after work... I've spoken to lovely zombie and she is just a lost cause... I can say that because we're actually best friends in real life... And she understands I have a duty to kill her character off... so tomorrow we shall resume!

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All right! Let's continue this RP!!!

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I'm still here.. Busy with class, but I try to pop in when I can.

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Well I hope so! I think I'm just gonna slay lovelyzonvie... I keep talking to her to get her to post by she is being lazy! So ill give her 1 last chance.