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Somewhere in Kansas is a part of 
Life: After Plague.
3 Places in Somewhere in Kansas:
6 Characters Here
(Storm) Kelly Hanson [74] "I want to hate every part of you with me..."
Jude M. Garwood [61] Monty Python is the bomb
Will Birch [47] "I've seen a lot of messed up stuff. Murder, thievery, lies; but somehow the absence of society is the worst thing to deal with.
Abby Brooks [26]
Parker Jessler [19] Don't mistake silence for weakness.
Jolene Haverty [1] "Where you see death I see opportunity."
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He shook his head as he kept walking forwards towards her. "Nah. Just comin' down here to make sure things were okay. Call it an insatiable curiosity." Admittedly, Grant felt a little weird just approaching her like this. Before 'the plague', people like him and people like her probably wouldn't ever hold a conversation. After all, he was some washed up biker, but she, on the other hand, looked wholesome enough to work at a teddy bear store.
"I can take a look at that for ya'," he said, his accent coming out a bit, "I know my engines." He stepped up to the bus and started looking at it. After examining it for a moment, he turned around and coughed a bit from the smoke. "What kinda fuel you been puttin' in this?"
"I can take a look at that for ya'," he said, his accent coming out a bit, "I know my engines." He stepped up to the bus and started looking at it. After examining it for a moment, he turned around and coughed a bit from the smoke. "What kinda fuel you been puttin' in this?"
He yanked the bandanna down over his face to try and stop himself from inhaling some of the smoke. It wasn't very effective, but it was definitely better than nothing.
"Have you been putting gasoline in here? Y'know it's a diesel engine?" He turned and coughed once. "Yeah, that's no good...I'm surprised it was running."
He started to list off the likely damages. "Okay. Your pistons, wrist pins, and connecting rods are damaged. Not to mention the valve train. Then there's the damage to the fuel tank and fuel delivery pumps themselves...Even if we drained the tank and flushed the system this thing might be permanently damaged depending on the ratio of gasoline to diesel." Grant wasn't the smartest guy around, but he did know his engines.
"Have you been putting gasoline in here? Y'know it's a diesel engine?" He turned and coughed once. "Yeah, that's no good...I'm surprised it was running."
He started to list off the likely damages. "Okay. Your pistons, wrist pins, and connecting rods are damaged. Not to mention the valve train. Then there's the damage to the fuel tank and fuel delivery pumps themselves...Even if we drained the tank and flushed the system this thing might be permanently damaged depending on the ratio of gasoline to diesel." Grant wasn't the smartest guy around, but he did know his engines.
Drat, she thought. So I do get to look like a complete idiot...
The blush on her face was pretty red. "Well, that sounds pretty bad." She shrugged. "Not like it was mine to begin with, and no one's going to be missing it..."
She peeked into one of the windows, checking on all of the boxes and crates she had piled in there. He hadn't quite answered her about whose house that was up ahead, and she didn't want to seem desperate for a place to stay. She did have quite a lot of supplies though - crates of clean water in 2 gallon cartons, non perishable food, clothes, batteries, all the first aid kits she could find at the school where she had worked, even a spare gas powered generator from one of the maintenance sheds.
Hearing a car pull up next to them, she turned around and looked up to see a guy poking his through the sunroof of his car, asking if they needed help. Again, she tensed up, and wondered how she was running into so many people within a span of minutes, relaxing only when she noticed a woman with him in the car. So, probably not dangerous.
Bridget shrugged. "Unless you have a whole new engine with you, chances are no," she said, trying not to look embarrassed.
The blush on her face was pretty red. "Well, that sounds pretty bad." She shrugged. "Not like it was mine to begin with, and no one's going to be missing it..."
She peeked into one of the windows, checking on all of the boxes and crates she had piled in there. He hadn't quite answered her about whose house that was up ahead, and she didn't want to seem desperate for a place to stay. She did have quite a lot of supplies though - crates of clean water in 2 gallon cartons, non perishable food, clothes, batteries, all the first aid kits she could find at the school where she had worked, even a spare gas powered generator from one of the maintenance sheds.
Hearing a car pull up next to them, she turned around and looked up to see a guy poking his through the sunroof of his car, asking if they needed help. Again, she tensed up, and wondered how she was running into so many people within a span of minutes, relaxing only when she noticed a woman with him in the car. So, probably not dangerous.
Bridget shrugged. "Unless you have a whole new engine with you, chances are no," she said, trying not to look embarrassed.
"Not good at all." He brought the rag back over his head. "Oh, and no, it ain't my house. Some girl lives there, I just got there a little while ago, actually." Grant hadn't meant to ignore her question, he was just busy looking at the bus. "I'm sure she'll letcha' in, though. She's pretty friendly."
His attention was grabbed when another car came roaming down the road; apparently a popular route today. His eyes shot up to the man that stuck his head out of the roof. "We're fine, thanks. Unless ya' got anything to trade, then maybe we can make it worth each other's while."
Grant had been traveling a lot in the last few weeks, and had actually run into a few people that he had successfully bartered with. Of course, since money was practically tinder now, trade was the only way to go. And given Grant's former profession as a 'botanist', he had what many people were seeking.
His attention was grabbed when another car came roaming down the road; apparently a popular route today. His eyes shot up to the man that stuck his head out of the roof. "We're fine, thanks. Unless ya' got anything to trade, then maybe we can make it worth each other's while."
Grant had been traveling a lot in the last few weeks, and had actually run into a few people that he had successfully bartered with. Of course, since money was practically tinder now, trade was the only way to go. And given Grant's former profession as a 'botanist', he had what many people were seeking.
The other side of the street echoed with the sound of a shaking backpack, the thing about apocalypses was that noise attracted more than animals, and Vlad had ran in enough groups to know better than to run towards them. They could be bandits, psychos or worse... He'd certainly met a few colorful types on his way to Kansas.
Vlad saw the car, and the group of people around it and lowered his hunting rifle, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture and letting the rifle hang from its strap on his shoulder. If they knew he was friendly, they wouldn't kill him, right? Then again, if they made a move for guns, he could probably bolt back off down the road.
"Opa! Ya druzhelyubnyy!" Vlad shouted, hands above his head. "I friendly! Amerikanskiy."
Vlad saw the car, and the group of people around it and lowered his hunting rifle, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture and letting the rifle hang from its strap on his shoulder. If they knew he was friendly, they wouldn't kill him, right? Then again, if they made a move for guns, he could probably bolt back off down the road.
"Opa! Ya druzhelyubnyy!" Vlad shouted, hands above his head. "I friendly! Amerikanskiy."
Abby placed her book and can of beans back in her rucksack. She wasn't sure if the guy Grant was coming back or not but she hoped he would, she had missed having company. Running her hands through her hair she decided she better get a wash now before he came back, she grabbed a small towel she had and made her way out the back door. Taking off her clothes she rinsed them down in the water and hung them to dry on a nearby tree.
Creeping towards the waters edge she dipped her toe in. It was freezing. Trying not to think about the temperature of the water Abby took a small step back before jumping in.
The water enveloped her and her skin was suddenly alive and tingled from the coldness, a relief from the heat of the burning sun. Surfacing she laughed slightly washing her hair from the dirt, grit and smells of the past few days
Creeping towards the waters edge she dipped her toe in. It was freezing. Trying not to think about the temperature of the water Abby took a small step back before jumping in.
The water enveloped her and her skin was suddenly alive and tingled from the coldness, a relief from the heat of the burning sun. Surfacing she laughed slightly washing her hair from the dirt, grit and smells of the past few days
Down in Fort Yates a young man was sitting in his small home and only just coming to the realization that no longer were any movies going to be made ever again. This saddened him greatly, as he was an avid movie goer. Jude had taken the worlds demise as well as most could, he hadn't cried or wept for the loss of his loved ones, rather he focused on survival. He kept his chin up and scavenged for food when he ran out and tried his best to find other survivors but alas it seemed out of all of Fort Yates Jude was destined to be alone.
It was rather lonely for him and Jude had taken to talking to himself just so that he might hear a voice. There was no news and so he had no idea what was going on in the world, and though he kept his old police radio on him, there was nothing but static. At the moment Jude was out and about scavenging for more canned foods and munchies to keep him strong and healthy. He avoided the bodies from the smell. He was in a small mall and walking around the tiled floors, the mall held a large grocery and a few independent stores. He thought about taking some books to read but they just didn't cut it for him in the place of movies. And so he ignored the paperback section and grabbed a shopping cart, then whistling to himself he began to walk up and down the aisles as if it were a normal shopping day.
It was rather lonely for him and Jude had taken to talking to himself just so that he might hear a voice. There was no news and so he had no idea what was going on in the world, and though he kept his old police radio on him, there was nothing but static. At the moment Jude was out and about scavenging for more canned foods and munchies to keep him strong and healthy. He avoided the bodies from the smell. He was in a small mall and walking around the tiled floors, the mall held a large grocery and a few independent stores. He thought about taking some books to read but they just didn't cut it for him in the place of movies. And so he ignored the paperback section and grabbed a shopping cart, then whistling to himself he began to walk up and down the aisles as if it were a normal shopping day.
The couple had followed the rest of the crowd back to the house in their truck. On the way, Rachel said, "Is this a good idea? We haven't seen people in weeks, and now we just happen to stumble upon three others?"
When the brunette lady spoke up about her food and other items, Axel did too. "I've got lots of canned goods and water bottles in the bed of my truck. And I'd be happy to go the Fort Yates with you. We were just there; it looks deserted."
Grant simply gave Abby a shrug, he didn't understand a word the guy was saying. "Alright. How about you guys get to work movin' stuff up from the bus, meanwhile Putin and I head into town and grab what we can find. Sound like a plan?" He realized he didn't even know the guy's name, so when he asked to tag along Grant nodded and held out his hand. "Grant. You?"
Storm was tired. She was tired and lonely. It was unusual, for someone of her persona, to miss the presence of other humans (taking into account her disregard for other people). She had found a dog, though. Cute little thing, about the size of her waist. I guess that's not small.. It's fur was silky and midnight black and one eye was green, the other blue. She had figured the strange eye colours were brought on when everyone else died. She hadn't seen any animals since that day. She never thought any survived, but it had followed her while she was savaging in a small mall alone and began to whine.
She didn't even know where she was. Storm had been walking for days to find resources she could use. She had a pen knife, sure, but nothing else. She just wanted her bass back, her band. She never realized how lonely it actually was out here to be searching for vitals without any other chance of hope for the world. The only hope she had was meeting other survivors, if there were any at all.
All of a sudden, she saw a man wheeling a cart. In a panic of crazed confusion and haste she called out to him, to see if he were real or a hallucination.
She didn't even know where she was. Storm had been walking for days to find resources she could use. She had a pen knife, sure, but nothing else. She just wanted her bass back, her band. She never realized how lonely it actually was out here to be searching for vitals without any other chance of hope for the world. The only hope she had was meeting other survivors, if there were any at all.
All of a sudden, she saw a man wheeling a cart. In a panic of crazed confusion and haste she called out to him, to see if he were real or a hallucination.
Jude was in the midst of whistling out the tune to Lady Madonna when a voice called out to him. He blinked in surprise and looked up to see a woman with black hair calling out to him. His hands slipped off the cart and it took him a moment to lift a hand in hello. "So I'm not the only one..." He said softly. A feeling of relief washed over him. He left his cart and went to the woman, he had quite a height on her and it was even more apparent when he was a few feet away from her.
He gave the woman a smile and looked at her as if she were water in the desert "I'm... I'm not the only one!" He laughed suddenly and lifted a hand to his hair and let his hand rest on top of his head a moment. "I thought for sure I was alone." He was talking to himself and then realized it was quite rude of him to do so and he looked at the woman and held out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Jude." He said. "You look like a scrappy girl. I'm happy we weren't alone." He gave her a charming smile.
He gave the woman a smile and looked at her as if she were water in the desert "I'm... I'm not the only one!" He laughed suddenly and lifted a hand to his hair and let his hand rest on top of his head a moment. "I thought for sure I was alone." He was talking to himself and then realized it was quite rude of him to do so and he looked at the woman and held out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Jude." He said. "You look like a scrappy girl. I'm happy we weren't alone." He gave her a charming smile.
Almost skeptical, her eyes examined him a few times. The great height difference didn't exactly make her feel very comfortable, considering she hadn't seen anyone for days and had kind of forgotten how to detect if he was trying to intimidate her or not. "Can I.. just..." Not waiting for any sort of reply she raised her arm slightly and podded his chest with her finger. He was real. Probably. Storm didn't know a lot about any sort of hallucinations should could be having, but she was 99% sure that he was real.
She shook his hand, shaking gently. "It's nice to meet you, Jude, I'm Storm." Where others would have been insulted by being called a 'Scrappy' girl, Storm was just too relieved to see another person. "Heck yeah, we aren't alone." She chuckled, almost not believing the words she was uttering. "I'm sorry. It's been so long that.. I'm not quite sure how to act properly around people anymore.." She smiled at him, a sort of giddy smile like a child.
She shook his hand, shaking gently. "It's nice to meet you, Jude, I'm Storm." Where others would have been insulted by being called a 'Scrappy' girl, Storm was just too relieved to see another person. "Heck yeah, we aren't alone." She chuckled, almost not believing the words she was uttering. "I'm sorry. It's been so long that.. I'm not quite sure how to act properly around people anymore.." She smiled at him, a sort of giddy smile like a child.
She had poked him in the chest to check if he was real and that made him chuckle. Her hand shake was gentle where as his grip was firm on her hand. "Very nice to meet you Storm." He let her hand go and his hand fell to his side. "I've not seen anyone in a long while as well..." His smile fell from his face a little as he thought of the death. Even now there was the slight smell of decay around them. Jude glanced down at the dog that had followed Storm and knelt.
"Well now, who is this?" He lifted his hand and the dog moved forward a little to sniff away at his hand. He was rewarded with a small lick and was allowed to pat the dog and then stood. "So Storm..." He moved his hands to his pockets and tilted his head a little "What do you suppose happens now?"
Now that he had found another human he wasn't sure how he should conduct himself around her. Did they team up? Was he to take her to his home? It seemed only right to stick together.
"Well now, who is this?" He lifted his hand and the dog moved forward a little to sniff away at his hand. He was rewarded with a small lick and was allowed to pat the dog and then stood. "So Storm..." He moved his hands to his pockets and tilted his head a little "What do you suppose happens now?"
Now that he had found another human he wasn't sure how he should conduct himself around her. Did they team up? Was he to take her to his home? It seemed only right to stick together.
His question stumped Storm. What do we do? Find a hideout? Sticking together would be best, obviously, but what then? Go about our normal business? She sighed, rocking back and forth on her heels. "Maybe get to know each other a bit better. You could be a criminal or a rapist, or worse, a politician." She sighed again, rubbing the back of her neck gently. She bit her lip carefully as if trying to think up a plan, but resorted to petting the dog. Her eyes inspected the area they were in. Full to the brim with all sorts of produce, unlike the stores she'd seen. Probably ravaged on the days leading up, people stocking up to feel safer inside fragile walls. Storm rubbed her head, shaking it gently as if to snap out of a trance. "Do you live around here, Jude? Maybe we could go there."
She in her own way accused him of being a vagrant and he shook his head "Ex Cop actually." He made a small motion akin to a bow "At your service" He stepped back to his cart which was filled with a few items and sighed a little "Tell me what you used to be Storm. I'm thinking a poet." He looked up just in time to see her shake her head and she asked where he lived. "I've got a home in walking distance from here. I have been staying there. Its a mess." For some reason old world habits came into play and he apologized for the state of his home despite the world's troubles.
He continued to push his cart a little and whistled to the dog, "Shall we grab some provisions and head out then?" He looked over his shoulder but didn't stop walking. He would let her catch up if she wanted to.
He continued to push his cart a little and whistled to the dog, "Shall we grab some provisions and head out then?" He looked over his shoulder but didn't stop walking. He would let her catch up if she wanted to.
When Jude mentioned he was an Ex-Police Officer, Storm seemed impressed. "Ex Cop, huh? Nice. Wish I could taze people freely." She said with a hint of humor to her voice, trying not to insult him. She smiled at his charming little bow, shaking her head.
"I used to be a bassist for a rock band. Not sure if you're into that stuff but we used to be called Snakes and Sinners, and we were pretty good. Had a few big hits." She exhaled loudly. "Theeeen everyone died." The bluntness of her words were almost amusing, though she was doing her best to be polite.
When he asked her if they should grab provisions and head out, she simply replied "Sure.". Storm followed behind. She kept the dog closer to her just as a safety precaution, but this Jude guy seemed nice. Nice enough to be polite to, anyway. She grabbed bags of candy and any alcohol she could see, even if it was off. She needed something to lighten her mood.
"I used to be a bassist for a rock band. Not sure if you're into that stuff but we used to be called Snakes and Sinners, and we were pretty good. Had a few big hits." She exhaled loudly. "Theeeen everyone died." The bluntness of her words were almost amusing, though she was doing her best to be polite.
When he asked her if they should grab provisions and head out, she simply replied "Sure.". Storm followed behind. She kept the dog closer to her just as a safety precaution, but this Jude guy seemed nice. Nice enough to be polite to, anyway. She grabbed bags of candy and any alcohol she could see, even if it was off. She needed something to lighten her mood.
Axel grabbed Grant's hand and shook it. "I'm Axel, and this is my fiancee, Rachel." Rachel smiled and waved at Grant. "We can take my truck to Fort if you want. It's faster than walking," Axel stated. He turned to Rachel. "I think you should stay here, Rach. Help unpack."
Grant returned the handshake firmly. "I'm Grant, in case ya' haven't heard me say." He gave a friendly wave back to Rachel in the back. "I've actually got my motorcycle parked out back, maybe I'll just follow you on that." He turned around to face Vlad (who he still didn't know the name of), the biker patches on the back of his jacket more obvious now. "Maybe Gorbachev here can ride with you," he hoped he didn't take offense to the name-calling, as it was meant in jest. "Whaddya say, pal? Head into town, get some food? You game?" He hoped that he would understand him.
Jude shook his head and said "I can't say that I've tazed anyone of my own free will. Generally I just like to talk to them." He watched her place a few bags of candy and booze in the cart and lifted a brow but said nothing. "Well if you have a CD of your band I would love to listen." He said after a moment of silence. "Might be a nice sort of tribute to the fallen members." He shrugged a little.
when they were finished grabbing things Jude walked right out of the store with his cart and walked the few blocks back to his home along side with Storm and the dog. His house was a small three story house that was taller than it was wider. He had a small little front yard that was littered with shopping carts that suggested he had done this a few times before.
when they were finished grabbing things Jude walked right out of the store with his cart and walked the few blocks back to his home along side with Storm and the dog. His house was a small three story house that was taller than it was wider. He had a small little front yard that was littered with shopping carts that suggested he had done this a few times before.
"You need to lighten up, Judey." She smiled. "I was only messin' about with that whole tazer thing." She did her best to sound light hearted, though the reality being much different. "Yeah. I do have a CD with me." Jude mentioned it being a tribute to the fallen members of the band. Her smile faltered. The memories of her sitting in their old studio and playing the CD's on repeat rushed into her head. She cleared her throat briskly. "I guess so, if you want."
Storm took one look at the shopping carts on Jude's front lawn. "...Bit of a hoarder, are we? You could have just taken them back." Chuckling again, she inspected the house it's self. It seemed nice enough. At least it wasn't a crack den.
Storm took one look at the shopping carts on Jude's front lawn. "...Bit of a hoarder, are we? You could have just taken them back." Chuckling again, she inspected the house it's self. It seemed nice enough. At least it wasn't a crack den.
Jude hadn't noticed the change in Storm's demeanor and so he continued on his way up to the front door. She made a comment about the shopping carts and he glanced over his shoulder and said "Some call it mess. I call it art..." He offered no other explanation and opened the door to his home. It was clear the home was very lived in. Jude liked to pick things up and just place them somewhere else and thus his house generally was pretty cluttered.
He pushed the cart into the kitchen and began to unload the cart and put the items in the fridge. He wasn't sure how much longer the power was going to stay on, with there being no humans to keep things running he assumed that eventually the power would run out. He hoped the day wouldn't come all too soon. He looked at Storm and cocked his head a little and said "Help yourself." He grabbed himself some cookies and bit into them. He munched thoughtfully for a moment and then asked "So were you famous?"
He pushed the cart into the kitchen and began to unload the cart and put the items in the fridge. He wasn't sure how much longer the power was going to stay on, with there being no humans to keep things running he assumed that eventually the power would run out. He hoped the day wouldn't come all too soon. He looked at Storm and cocked his head a little and said "Help yourself." He grabbed himself some cookies and bit into them. He munched thoughtfully for a moment and then asked "So were you famous?"
Impressed at the slight cluttered mess Jude lived in, she picked up one of the beers she had picked up and opened it. Storm took a drink from the unusually chilled bottle. "Famous?" She coughed. "Hah, that was an understatement. In our genre we were one of the best. Up there with Ozzy Ozbourne and Queen, we were legends! Well. We were constantly told we were. We didn't think too highly of ourselves. But we were famous, yeah, I guess." She smiled, the voices and faces of her band members appearing in her head.
She chuckled and shook her head before taking another drink from the bottle. "What about you, Judey? Did you have a family? Wife, kids? Brother, sister?"
She chuckled and shook her head before taking another drink from the bottle. "What about you, Judey? Did you have a family? Wife, kids? Brother, sister?"
Jude laughed a little and he said "Well I'm sure it must have been nice to have been famous. I often wondered what that was like." He grabbed a beer for himself and popped the lid off with a single fluid motion. She laughed a little and he found he liked the noise, it was nice to hear another's laugh. She asked him about his own family and he took a sip before answering.
"My parents..." He looked off for a moment and said "But they wouldn't want me mourning them, They're probably dancing naked in what ever heaven they imagined themselves in." He smiled at the thought and said "My group at the station was like my family, but I suppose they all passed on too." He did look sad at that but forced himself to lighten up.
"So lets hear this band of yours." He held out his hand for the CD or Iphone that held her music." He thought of another question and asked "So if you were on the guitar does that mean you can sing or no?"
"My parents..." He looked off for a moment and said "But they wouldn't want me mourning them, They're probably dancing naked in what ever heaven they imagined themselves in." He smiled at the thought and said "My group at the station was like my family, but I suppose they all passed on too." He did look sad at that but forced himself to lighten up.
"So lets hear this band of yours." He held out his hand for the CD or Iphone that held her music." He thought of another question and asked "So if you were on the guitar does that mean you can sing or no?"
"Your parents sound like.. strange.. ... funky.. people. Interesting." Storm said. Taking another swig of beer she felt the cool liquid run down her throat for a moment before paying attention again. She noticed, after he mentioned his co-workers, he seemed to be saddened by this. Though it was to be expected, she wanted to help cheer him up anyway. "Your group sound close. I'm sure they're all in heaven playing beer-pong or looking at PlayBoy Magazines, if you believe in that sort of thing." She grinned a cheesy, cute grin up at him. She adjusted her stance before drinking some more from the bottle which was growing warmer by the minute.
Then he brought up the band. For the first time in forever, she felt rather conscious of letting anyone hear their music. Hesitantly, she rummaged through her pockets to find a CD and handed it to him. It was see through, and the disk was plain. "I'm the bassist, but yeah. I can sing. ... Kind of." She smirked. It was such an odd experience to be talking to somebody else after so long alone.
Then he brought up the band. For the first time in forever, she felt rather conscious of letting anyone hear their music. Hesitantly, she rummaged through her pockets to find a CD and handed it to him. It was see through, and the disk was plain. "I'm the bassist, but yeah. I can sing. ... Kind of." She smirked. It was such an odd experience to be talking to somebody else after so long alone.
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