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Carter Weeks

"I didn't chose this. None of us did."

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a character in “Quarantined: The Beginning”, as played by Chandz

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|{Full Name}|
Carter James Weeks
|{Preferred Name }|
Carter, CJ
|{Age}|
19
|{Ethnicity}|
American born German-American
|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual
|{Role}|
The Bad Boy



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|{Personality}|
{Clever, Arrogant, Aggressive, Insecure}

Carter is a fairly well known kid. Known by many, liked by few. He's the type of person you really need to get to know to like. He easily comes off as an arrogant dick and though a large part of that accurately describes him, he does have a good side. He's very loyal to his friends and enjoys having a good time with them but more often than not he's only got a select few of good friends because he has a terrible tendency to drive people away.

Although Carter can seem far from a threat and more like a big joke, he's nothing to mess with. Getting on his bad side can be dangerous. He's known for having a heavy fist and will let his fury loose if anyone gets in his way. Carter is a storm that doesn't stop for anyone. He will rip people to shreds if they get too close to the danger button. Many see him as an unemotional tornado. He will break down anything in his path without so much as a blink or a breath. The kid is not afraid of consequence. What many people don't see in Carter, however, is the crippling insecurity that he holds within himself. Growing up a shy and tubby child, he was constantly picked on. It was wasn't until his second year of high school that he became the complete opposite of what he used to be. Now he's a rebel without a cause and he intends on taking down everyone who ever put him down. But he will never stop seeing that ugly, shy, awkward and fat kid that killed him from the inside.



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|{Place of Origin}|
Born in Seattle, Washington
|{Family Tree}|
Daniel Weeks || Father || Well Known businessman || Owner of series of restaurants in and around the town

Sydney Weeks || Mother || Real Estate agent

Riley Weeks || Sister || High school student || Freshman Image

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|{History}|
The Weeks family have been well known for several years now. Roughly twenty years ago Daniel Weeks along with best buddy and roommate, Chuck Saunders, decided to open up a bar straight out of college. The first few years were hard on the roommates but
they ended up being able to make it work several years later, now twenty years later and the Sandy Weeks have four different locations in town and nearly 50 in neighboring cities. Although the fame carried out wonderfully and the money has been good for the Weeks family, Carter never felt all that special. Just a few years into the business brought on a slew of high and drunken nights for Daniel and before he knew it, there was a knock on his door and an announcement through changed his life. Sydney and Daniel married shortly after and happily raised Carter and shortly after came Riley. A happy family, but each somewhat broken on the inside. Carter was never happy, he felt as though he never received as much love as he should have and it caused him to spiral into several different pits, he now resided in a pit of a aggressive and uncontrolled behavior.



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|{Miscellaneous}
[center]Blood type: A Positive
Relationship: Best friend || The Jock || Edward Wartheimer
Fling || Partier || Tba
Body marks:Full arm and half chest
tattoo

|{Face Claim}|
Colton Haynes
Character Dialogue || #ffd500
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So begins...

Carter Weeks's Story

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Character Portrait: Oliver James Character Portrait: Edward A. Wartheimer Character Portrait: Tallia Jarish Character Portrait: Carter Weeks

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Day One -- 7:30 A.M



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"Ollie!"

Oliver wasn't sure how long he'd been awake...half the night, probably, watching the rain pour. His alarm had gone off at least twenty minutes ago, but you wouldn't guess that from the color of the sky. It was still dark out, no sunlight streaming in through the windows. Another wave of thunder caused a shutter to fly down his spine and Ollie whined, grabbing the comforter and pulling it back over his head.

"Oliver!"

He just wanted to stay home, curl up and disappear for a little while. He'd never liked rain storms...well, actually, it wasn't the rain that bothered him. He loved rain, he'd grown up in London after all. It was the thunder that got to him, and he really couldn't explain why. Some people were afraid of spiders, Oliver James was afraid of thunder.

"Oliver..." he heard a deep sigh, followed by footsteps, before the covers he'd taken shelter under finally disappeared. Ollie scowled, pulling his eyes up to look at his father. Mitchell James was already dressed in his suit and tie, tablet tucked safely in his messenger bag, cup of coffee in his free hand. He seemed sympathetic, but not in the mood for any bullshit. "The storm will pass, kido. You have a bus to catch."

With a groan Oliver slowly rolled out of bed, giving his father an absent minded wave as the man disappeared form his room. His father didn't work nearly as much as he had when Oliver was a child, but he still had to make ends meet, so he left early and got back the same time Ollie did from school.

Oliver sighed as he finally pulled himself to his feet, gliding across his room to throw open his closet door. He didn't give his wardrobe much of a thought, just chose a pair of comfortable jeans and an old, faded, gray Colorodo Wildcats hoodie. The jacket wasn't even his, a fact that probably showed because it was at least two sizes too big and curled around his knuckles, but he didn't care. It was Edward's; and yeah, he knew the rules -- number one of which was "don't flaunt the relationship in public", but he didn't give a shit.

It was storming outside, he was already miserable, and he was going to have to spend yet another crappy day in school where he couldn't even really talk to his boyfriend, much less curl up in his lap and curse the stupid thunder, so he'd be damned if he didn't at least get to wear the hoodie.

After pulling both articles of clothing on, brushing his teath, and running his hands through his hair a couple of times, Oliver stepped into his Nike's and grabbed his backpack on his way out of the door. The rain was still falling softly, contentiously, the sky above a dark color of rolling gray interrupted only by the occasional bright shots of ligtening streaking passed. Ollie winced, honestly considering running back to bed and calling in sick. But he knew better. These days missing class was a big deal...and investigated.

So, with a sigh, he pulled his hood over his head and jogged down to the end of the block where the Highschool bus was waiting. He was almost always the last one there, so he gave a tight smile to Mr. Jenkins when he climbed on (the man looked annoyed and pointed at his watch that read Oliver was one minute passed departure time, but he always waited), and winced the moment he turned the corner.

Suddenly, his world was interrupted with noise. Whoever thought crowding High Schooler's on a bus together was a good idea probably deserved to be shot. There actually weren't a lot of them for this district alone -- fifty, tops, but they ended up everywhere. While most claimed their own seat that usually meant they were either half sitting in the asile to talk to their friends, or climbing over the backs to get to others. Tablet's and magazines were being passed, pictures shown off, music being played, rumors being told.

It was almost sickening.

"Did you hear about what Caroline did at Conner's party Saturday?" "Ohmigawd let me show you the new puppy I got, I swear he's the cutest thing you've ever seen!" "Dude! Read passage five, it gets kinky!"

Oliver shook his head a little and wrapped his hands around his backpack straps, granting himself a moment of permission to scope out Edward. It didn't take long, his boyfriend was usually the center of a large crowd. He was sharing a seat with Delaney Ren (who Ollie liked to pretend didn't exist), just behind Carter Weeks (who Ollie liked to pretend he wasn't afraid of at all), talking animatedly and throwing off smiles. Adrien Serne was on the outskirts of their group. He was the new kid, but seemed to be fitting in fairly well.

Oliver himself made his way to the very back of the bus, to the last seat just behind the Jarish twins. He threw a nod their way, because if there was anyone he actually liked at school it was probably them. They were almost completely identical, but Oliver had figured out how to tell them apart. Jen Jarish was the one who usually wore earrings, and Tallia Jarish was the one with her nose constantly in a book. Like it was now.

He fell down in the only free seat that was left, pulling his knees up to press against the back of the chair in front of him and easing his tablet out of his bag. It'd been on the fritz since the night before, but his music was downloaded instead of running off The Network so he knew he'd be fine.

He hooked his headphones up, pressed play, closed his eyes, and essentially blocked out everything...all the noise, the rain, the thunder. The peace only lasted for ten minutes and in the end...a little warning would have been nice.

The hail storm came out of nowhere, starting with the rain falling harder, turning into ice chunks, turning into dents pounding into the roof. The bus came to an abrupt stop, throwing everyone forward, and Oliver's eyes snapped open as his forehead slammed into the seat in front of him. He ripped his headphones off, dropping his feet and sitting up, trying to gather what had happened.

The bus was oddly quieter than it had been when he got on, minus the sound of hail denting into the roof and cracking the windshield, muttered curses and mumbled curiosity as students climbed to their feet, trying to see what was going on. Everything lurches, jerking Oliver to the left against the side window, throwing everyone sitting on the right side of the bus into the floor or the aisle. The bus spins on ice, out of control, the front half crunched together on an unseen impact.

Then the entire world flips, not once but twice, the sounds of screams, grunts, and impact the only thing heard. Oliver closes his eyes, wraps his arms over his head, falls sideways but somehow hits the roof of the bus. They're still moving, metal groaning against asphalt before being forced into a stop, jerking them all one more time.

The glass starts cracking, the right side windows now exposed to the sky.

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Character Portrait: Oliver James Character Portrait: Delaney J. Ren Character Portrait: Adrien "Surgeon" Serne Character Portrait: Edward A. Wartheimer Character Portrait: Carter Weeks

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Adrien

Fate was a cruel mistress. One moment, Adrien was sitting in his seat, regaling those around him with stories of his old school where he had recieved the nickname of "the Surgeon". All was going swell, and he felt like he was finding his spot in the school's society easier than usual.

And then the bus crashed.

Had it not been for the fact that Adrien compulsively stuffed his bag full of every single supply he needed for every period of every day, the bus flipping on its side and the resulting collision with the metal wall would probably have broken his arm, but the assorted books and supplies absorbed most of the impact. Didn't mean it was any less painful.

After the initial shock, Adrien recovered quickly, if "recovery" is the correct word. The EMT that dwelled deep within him activated itself once more, waking him up considerably. The rain, now turned to hail, was beating on the side windows of the bus, threatening to break through. If they were damaging the glass, human bone was at risk.

"Everyone, please, calm down!" He shouted out among his panicking schoolmates, "Calm down! Everyone, grab something hard and make your way slowly to the-"

It took Adrien a minute to notice that no one was listening, pretty much everyone trapped in their own world of fear. He grimaced. Lamb to the slaughter. Choosing instead to follow by example, Adrien grabbed his backpack, held it over his head, and began trying to maneuver between the seats and the scared teenagers to get to one of the emergency release hatches.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Oliver James Character Portrait: Delaney J. Ren Character Portrait: Genevieve Jarish Character Portrait: Edward A. Wartheimer Character Portrait: Tallia Jarish Character Portrait: Carter Weeks Character Portrait: Virgis Finn

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The mornings were always easier on Carter. Every morning he was able to escape his reality for about an hour and be someone completely different, completely free from his life. Well, perhaps not completely free. The reason mornings were so easy for Carter was because every morning, Carter would wake up at least an hour and a half before anyone else in his house and he'd get ready for his typical morning ritual. He'd wake up before the sun was creeping over the horizon and he'd slip on his Nike's, a pair of sweats and a hoodie. He'd then tip toe his way down the stairs and out the back door that led out to the backyard from the kitchen. He hated using that front door, it was so heavy and big, all it ever did was groan loudly when someone pulled it open. This had become a ritual for Carter ever since he turned 19. He thought for sure his dad would teach him how to drive but he's never been more wrong. The Weeks may have been capable financially but even the richest of the rich weren't able to drive around leisurely like they might have been able to years ago. Daniel Weeks knew that driving was just simply out of the question for this family. So instead, he ran. Carter ran until his body nearly gave out under him, until the muscles in his legs twitched and his feet ached.

Carter wasn't the most healthy guy, mentally speaking that is. He suffered from a crippling depression and anxiety that destroyed him. So that's why he ran. He ran because it was the safest and healthiest outlet for him. He knew that if he didn't have a good way to let loose, he'd let loose on himself and others. Carter had a blindness to him when he was in a rage. The worst about it all was that it probably scared him more than it scared others. He never knew exactly when he would snap but he was terrified of the things he'd be capable of if he did. He knew his family watched over him and their shoulders for the day that Carter let loose and that saddened him. He didn't want his family to be scared by him, so he ran to let out any bottled up feelings that possessed him.

Step after step, foot in front of the other. Carter liked the way that running felt to him. The way his heartbeat slowed down, the way his body felt in sync with the rest of him, the way the wind caught his hair the way his breath slowly escaped his lungs, the calming serenity that came with running was the reason he felt okay most days. Blocks away from home, the dark still following him through the streets, the rain started to pour down. Soaked from head to toe, Carter just kept moving. With every step he took, thunder rolled. Every now and then a bolt of lightning lit up his path back home. He loved running with nothing else but the sound of nature nibbling on his ears.

Carter turned a few corners and started making his way back home. He looked at his watch which indicated he'd need to get home soon if he wanted to be showered and ready for the day before anyone else in his house got up. He sprinted the last mile to his block, then slowed down to a jog so his body could adjust. He rounded the corner of his house to the backyard, climbing the stairs to the back porch. He peeled off his wet layers, leaving him in boxer briefs. He pushed through the quiet kitchen door, B-lining to the laundry room where he plopped his wet clothes in the hamper, and made his way up to his room. He pushed the door closed behind him and locked it, before leaning against it and taking a few couple of breaths. That had been a good run, he could feel it in his bones, in the twitches of his muscle. He peeled off his briefs and stepped into the shower, heating the water as hot as he could manage. A warm shower would be necessary after a cold rain like that, to keep from getting sick.

Dressed in dark khakis, a blue button down and a pair Sperry's, Carter made his way down to the kitchen. There was 15 minutes until everyone would be up and Carter wanted to enjoy his last few minutes of serenity. He poured himself a cup of apple juice and made himself a bowl of yogurt with granola oats and fruit. He sat down to slowly eat while the world around him slowly woke up.

There was a faint ringing in Carter's ears that drowned out the sound of the chaos that began to occur around him. His mother would be running around, tights up one leg and half way down the other, two different types of shoes on her feet, her hair running wild as she looked for her paperwork for the plethora of properties that needed to be documented and sold. His father would be slowly waking up, slowly making himself and any who wanted a cup of coffee, and his sister as always would walk around the room complaining about the way life is unfair towards her and only her. Carter drowned these moments out, they were routine. These moments defined Deja Vu. He kept to his own while the world slowly escaped its fantasy and entered Carter's reality.

The ringing was gone and Carter was suddenly tossed back into a world he hated being in. He could hear his father sipping on his coffee muttering that the Network had been down last night and that it was probably due to some bugs. Daniel Weeks remembers when the Network was first being used, glitches and bugs left and right. Riley, his sister, complained that she was able to talk to Seth last night because of the outage. Sydney Weeks grumbled and moaned about the Big Brother Network and the possibility of them finally having shut down because they realized they can't run other people's lives. Carter scoffed without realizing. The Weeks, in unison, looked at the dazed boy. "So it lives," his mother joked. Carter smiled his charming smile as he came to, "Time to get you guys out huh? Let's go." The Weeks each grabbed their belongings, kissed each other goodbye for now and went on their way.

Riley and Carter climbed on the bus as it stopped in front of them and took their usual seats. Carter with Ed and their friends, Riley with a few freshmen who laughed too loudly at 7:30. The rain had only intensified from earlier that morning and the winds had begun picking up, rocking the bus. A paranoid and anxious Carter kept his eyes moving to the sites outside. The sky darkened and before anyone knew it the hail pellets were the size of golf balls, breaking through everything. The bus jolted to a violent stop and everyone's neck snapped back and forth. A couple of heads smacked against the seats and other then a few mutters, the bus was unusually silent. Carter stretched his neck out to see what was going on. Unsatisfied with the view he stood to ask what was going on. Before he could utter a word, his life slipped out from underneath him and the bus lurched forward, sending Carter to the front, all the way from the back. The bus cracked and groaned just as Carter did. He landed on the side of the bus, he noticed it was almost upside down before his vision went completely black and he passed out. The last thing he saw was his baby sister being thrown out the bus' front windshield and a black sky that was sure to swallow everyone up.

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Character Portrait: Oliver James Character Portrait: Delaney J. Ren Character Portrait: Genevieve Jarish Character Portrait: Adrien "Surgeon" Serne Character Portrait: Edward A. Wartheimer Character Portrait: Tallia Jarish Character Portrait: Carter Weeks Character Portrait: Virgis Finn

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Tallia Jarish
Day One
7:30 AM



“Underground, the stars are legend.”

Tallia's eyes read the sentence for what had to be the eightieth time. She couldn't help it, really. Incarceron was one of her favorite books. She had been up for a while now. Maybe two hours. It wasn't unusual, to be honest. She had a habit of not finishing her homework because she was too busy reading the night before. So, she would get up around five in the morning to complete said homework. However, she would finish early and get distracted by whatever book was sitting closest to her on the bookshelf. She didn't really consider it her fault; books were just too distracting for their own good.

The book that happened to be closest to her was Incarceron by Catherine Fisher. A steampunk-styled book. The concept, the characters, the literary structure... It was all much too beautiful to simply ignore. She had already written about it on her blog: The BookCaterpillar. There were many people that read her blog, but she knew very few of them. Tallia sighed as she turned the page. Her eyes eventually drifted up to her tablet, which was propped up against the wall. She gasped when she noticed the time and put her book down.

It only took her about five minutes to get ready. She simply brushed her hair and always pulled it back-having it in her face would be too distracting- and threw on whatever clothes she saw her closet. Keeping in mind the weather forecast, she yanked on a baby blue wool sweater and grabbed her jacket. She slung her messenger bag over her shoulder, stuffing Incarceron and a few other books into it. Her hands naturally gripped her tablet, slipping it between two notebooks. She had gone through the same routine every morning since sixth grade. She rushed down the stairs, landing at the bottom floor with a thump.

One piece of toast and a glass of orange juice later, she and her sister were out the door and on the bus. She settled into her seat, taking out her book and putting her headphones on. She drowned herself in the world of the written word and the Eagles. Then without warning, her head was jerked back. The bus spun as she braced herself for the inevitable. Her sister eventually ended up almost crushing her and Tallia breathed in heavily. Her arm stung and she was pretty sure she had cut on something, but her attention wasn't focused on herself. The accident was still processing in her mind as she asked her sister, "You alright, Jen?"

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Character Portrait: Oliver James Character Portrait: Delaney J. Ren Character Portrait: Genevieve Jarish Character Portrait: Edward A. Wartheimer Character Portrait: Tallia Jarish Character Portrait: Carter Weeks

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Delaney woke up unusually early that day.

She lounged around in her lavishly furnished room for close to three hours, just doing nothing - revelling in the cold bleakness of the day. At ten to six, she got up and pulled the curtains open, standing as close to the window as she could, watching the drop of rain dot the window and imagining that they were falling on her face. In some far corner of her mind, she did realise that she was being awfully wistful that day for no good reason, but she couldn't help herself. It was just that kind of day.

Seven came and found Delaney curled up on the window seat, cheek pressed to the cold pane. Outside, Lucas, her brother, knocked on the door gently, then opened it without waiting for Delaney's approval.

"Hey, squirt." He crossed the room in three large strides, reaching out to ruffle Delaney's hair affectionately. "You ready for surviving another day?"

She turned a dazzling smile on him. "Always will be, Lucas, you know me."

"Go get 'em, squirt."

Delaney waited for Lucas to leave, then whirlwinded into her daily morning routine. A quick shower that left steam swirling throughout her room - quick, simple makeup - hair in a loose side braid - and, to suit the cold, dreary day, a large grey sweater, jeans, and knee-high boots. One last look around the room to make sure nothing was left behind, and she remembered her scarf just in time, looping the soft red fabric around her neck. Blowing a kiss to herself in the full length mirror, Delaney grabbed her bag and skipped downstairs.

William Ren was out already, as usual - Genevieve sat at the table, sipping coffee and flipping through the newspaper. "Morning, darling," she murmured distractedly as Delaney paused to drop a kiss on the crown of her head. "Bus'll be here soon."

Delaney polished off two slices of toast and a cup of coffee, then left, yelling, "Love ya, Mom! See you tonight!" At the door, she ran smack into Lucas, who held out her bagged lunch. He'd gotten very good at making lunch, Delaney thought. "Thanks," she laughed, stuffing it into her backpack.

She barely heard Lucas's goodbye, called at her back as it was. The door of the bus swung open, right on time, and Delaney clambered onboard. She flopped down into the seat beside Edward and slipped an arm around him, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Morning," she laughed, slipping easily into her innocent, laughing self.

The familiar faces boarded one by one - Ollie, Carter, Tallia and Genevieve. Delaney waved to them, their faces passing by and then slotting into her daily memories, the same.

Edward was more quiet today, Delaney noticed. It didn't matter - he had his days. Slowly, she became more aware of the hail striking the bus with a vengeance. The bus halted abruptly, and she nearly fell facefirst into the seat in front of her.

"What - what's going on?"

Doing what any inquisitive teenager would do, Delaney stood up to get a better look at what was happening, one strap of her bag still slung over her shoulder. The ground lurched wildly beneath her feet, and she stumbled, one thought flashing through her head - earthquake.

Oh no, it was worse, much worse. The world spun, once, twice, and Delaney was flung down the aisle and thrown through a window, feeling the shards stab viciously at her skin. Blood ran down the side of her head, dripping into her eye, and she was very, very aware of the pain that rang through her body.

You ready for surviving another day?

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Character Portrait: Oliver James Character Portrait: Delaney J. Ren Character Portrait: Genevieve Jarish Character Portrait: Edward A. Wartheimer Character Portrait: Tallia Jarish Character Portrait: Carter Weeks

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“Edward!” He shifted in his sleep, feeling the comfort of his blankets wrap around himself firmly. And then they were gone. ”Edward Adam Wartheimer!” His mother’s voice ringed in Edward’s ears as he flipped over, groaning as she flung his blanket to a side. ”I swear to God, young man. If you don’t get out of your bed soon you will be late for school and I will be absolutely ashamed.” With that last huff, Olivia Wartheimer stomped out of Edward’s room, her high heels ringing on the hard wooden floor as she made her way to the kitchen. Groaning, Edward sat up in his bed, yawning wide before scratching his head of unruly hair. A quick glance at the time and a stretch later, Edward quickly sprang into the bathroom and got ready, checking his reflection again and again before it finally looked right. Donning a casual attire, Edward nodded at himself one last time- while fixing a runaway curl- before heading down. Gobbling his breakfast down, Edward rushed around the large white table and placed a quick kiss on his mother’s cheek before rushing out of the door to catch the bus. “Edward!” Stopping in the tracks of lacing his shoelaces, Edward looked up as his mother came to sit down beside him, a small smile on her face. “Your father will come home today. You try to get back early, okay?” Her smile faltered as Edward turned away, immediately returning back to angrily lacing his shoelaces. “I’ve got training today. I’ll be back late.” Without a second word, Edward bounded out of the house with duffle-bag in hand and backpack slung on one shoulder, an angry look stuck permanently on his face as he reached the bus stop.

For heaven’s sake- when will mum ever learn. He thought, kicking the tips of his shoes on the ground as he leaned against the large gate that surrounded the perimeters of his house grounds. It’s not like he’ll ever give a shit about us. Huffing, Edward ruffled his hair as he turned to spot the bus driving up the road. As the bus came to a stop, Edward pushed himself off against the gate and nodded jovially at the bus driver whom he knew well. “Morning, Edward.” The man grunted, shutting the door behind Edward as he got on. “Mornin’, James.” Edward replied as he turned, gave the man a low high-five and walked to his usual seat in the center of the bus, smiling and grinning at the few occupants that were on the bus. Edward was always one of the earlier stops to get on school buses due to the distance from the center of the city Edward’s family mansion was built. It didn’t matter much for Edward at least- it was just that he had to get up a bit earlier than other people. But by now Edward was already used to falling asleep wherever and whenever he needed to, and the boy did just that as he sat down and placed his backpack on his lap while his duffle-bag lay behind his feet on the floor. As the large, imposing gates of his house flew past, Edward’s eyes slowly drooped until he was deep in slumber once again.

But soon enough, Edward was awake again as Delaney and the rest of his crew got on the bus. Large smile on his face, he started talking animatedly with his friends as they chatted about the upcoming game, laughing with confidence as they were sure that they were going to take down the other school. It was obvious, though- Edward’s school was one of repute and had one of the best generations of athletes attending right now. The trophy was definitely in their reach. In the middle of their raucous chatting, Edward allowed his eyes to flicker up once before going back to his friends as the bus neared Oliver’s stop- but as Ollie entered the bus, Edward made no indication of recognition whatsoever. The only thing he did was laugh at the crude joke a friend said, fixing his scarf a bit as they continued on with their earlier discussion of sports. However, their discussion wouldn’t last long. Looking up at the ceiling as thunks sounded on it, Edward looked up quizzically before turning around to peer out of the window, his brows scrunching together as he watched hail pound down from the turbulent sky that had been bright just a few seconds ago.

Then, everything went out of control. Out of reflex, Edward quickly grabbed onto the seat in front of him as his other arm went around Delaney, trying to keep her as close to him as possible as the bus skidded around- but as the world turned around, his arm let her go. Delaney! Trying to keep himself anchored to the chair in front of him, Edward tried to look around him frantically but could not find her anywhere. His other arm let go as the bus flipped on it’s back, causing Edward to fall onto what once was the ceiling of the car, a groan leaving him as his back collided against the hard surface. “Delaney? Babe?” He called out, groaning as he pushed himself off of the metal surface, back bruised and battered as he sat up, grimacing as he tried to look around. Cries and sniffles sounded from around as the other students started to panic, their eyes wide with fear as they tried to look around at their surroundings. Rubbing his back, Edward looked left and right for Delaney as a boy stood up at the back, trying to calm everyone to no avail. This will not do. Standing up, Edward checked if all of his friends were alright before standing up himself, thankful that he had not landed on his duffle-bag or backpack as he picked them off from the ground, wincing slightly as his back cracked grotesquely from bending over. But before Edward could look for Delaney, a voice caught his attention, causing him to turn around and glare at the boy he knew to be called Adrien.

“Help me get this open!” The boy ordered. But Edward ignored him as he helped his friends up one by one before rounding onto the other members in the bus, annoyed with how Adrien had rudely “commanded” him. If Adrien had asked kindly then, well, the whole thing would have been a different story. Rounding on Oliver, Edward extended a hand the thought of Adrien and Delaney almost completely washed away with relief and anxiousness as he looked down at the other boy. But he would not allow these emotions to show- he couldn't. “You alright?” He asked, not looking down at him as he looked left and right, sighing as he waited for Oliver to take his out-stretched hand or leave it. It was obvious Oliver would not take his hand. Clenching it into a fist, Edward looked away as he let out a shaky sigh, allowing his hand to fall to his side as he set off once again, his eyes scouring through the students for Delaney. "Delaney?" His eyes moving left and right, Edward moved along slowly until he finally noticed her, throwing his duffle-bag aside as he rushed up to her. "Hey," Edward muttered, kneeling down beside her as he helped her up, a look of worry and concern on his face, "You okay, baby?" Sighing, Edward ruffled his hair as he looked up and down, hoping that nothing too bad had happened to her when he had accidentally let her go. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to catch you..." Guilt laced through his face as the hand he held her with strengthened its hold before loosening up once again. "I'm so sorry..."

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Character Portrait: Oliver James Character Portrait: Delaney J. Ren Character Portrait: Genevieve Jarish Character Portrait: Luke Hales Character Portrait: Adrien "Surgeon" Serne Character Portrait: Edward A. Wartheimer Character Portrait: Tallia Jarish Character Portrait: Carter Weeks Character Portrait: Virgis Finn

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Virgis woke up groaning at 6:00 A.M. He smacked his hand on his dresser and a lamp fell off it, as he looked for the snooze button. Finally, he rolled out of bed and unplugged his alarm. He hated alarms, because he can't ever have an excuse to be late for school. He was up until 2 because a new club opened in town and he and some friends snuck in. he sighed as he put on a shirt, looking back on all the fun things they did last night. He heard his parents fighting, yelling at each other over everything. He blocked it out and got in the shower. In the shower he couldn't hear anything and lost track of time, just tuning the world out. The next thing he knew it was 7:00. He quickly opened the shower door and slipped and fell out, and quickly got up, brushed his teeth and hair, got dressed, brushed hair again, slipped again, and ran down the stairs. He ignored his mom crying because he couldn't do anything about that, or else he'd be yelled at. He turned the t.v. up loudly and got out some cheerios. Cheerios always cheered him up. Heh, cheerios... Cheer... He laughed at his own jokes and realized he'd been eating for 10 minutes and only got 3 bites. He tried to quickly snarf it all down. He watched some recorded television, even though most people used their tablets. He preferred old fashion television. He wore a red and green striped plaid Flannel button up shirt with and light brown cargo shorts. He looked at his tablet, which still wasn't working. He really wanted to post his milk moustache on social media but he couldn't since the network was down. Well, he just hoped it would get working soon.

He put away his cheerios and sighed as his father slammed the door and drove away. His mother went into their room crying and Virgis sighed. He was tired of this routine, every day, every night. People wonder why he parties so much, but it's not like he can tell them it's because his father is having an affair and is always drunk and yelling at him and his mom. So he just parties. He doesn't do sports or study all day. That'd take active parents or quiet parents. He doesn't have either. So he goes out with friends. He forgets everything about his life, grabs some friends, and does crazy things, dangerous things, and fun things. Virgis knows every awesome place in the town and even out of the town. He knows lots of the alcohol stashes, best clubs, and places to party. He's in on the all the places and times people meet and is at all of them. If he never has to be home it's like home isn't a problem, so he never is. Then every Thursday he rushes to the library to cram out all of his last minute homework he neglected to do. That is his life. Oh and then there's school.

Virgis gets on his shoes and rushes out the door to the bus stop. He stands there and realizes he forgot his backpack. he runs back inside and gets it and runs back out just as the bus stops. He hops on in and goes to sit down in the middle of the bus. Some people are talking about the crazy club last night. Virgis joins in on talking about it, laughing loudly. They had a lot of fun, danced a lot, and did some ridiculous things. As everyone was talking Virgis noticed the crazy hail. It was hitting hard. He'd heard of some freak storms with big hail, that could even break windows, but he never had experienced something like that.

Virgis neglected to notice that it got worse as he went back to talking. He was so into talking about last night he didn't even feel the jerk. The world just went black. He woke up laying in what he thought was the row, but then he saw the bus was turned over. He had a terrible headache and his ear was bleeding. Everyone around him was screaming and Virgis was struggling to get up. He somehow managed to pull himself up, which was actually easier than getting out of his bed. He ached everywhere, and then he saw a body outside. He gagged and looked away. then he saw Carter pinned and yelling for help.

Virgis wasn't too strong but he thought he might be able to help, considering Carter really did need it. Virgis stumbled over to Carter and said, "Okay I'll help you get out! Push on three!"
Virgis grips the seat, bending down. "One... Two... Three!"
Virgis pushes with all his might, trying to get the seat off.

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Chaos.

A noun. A state of utter confusion or disorder; a total lack of organization or order; a disordered mass.

Rationally, Oliver knew what the word meant, but he had never understood it until this very moment. Chaos, that was what the world had turned into. He couldn't really see, the bus seemed oddly dark...why was that? Did buses have lights? He'd never thought to look before. Worse than that was the noise.

Hail was beating on the metal of the bus, glass was cracking, people were screaming, someone was shouting at everyone, someone was yelling for help.

The smell. God the smell. Blood, urine, vomit even...He could taste it in his mouth. Too clearly, really. Had he bitten his tongue? Had he done worse than that? He couldn't really feel it, the pain. And then...as if the thought had jump started his nerves, he suddenly felt everything.

Oliver closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath. He was mostly calm...shock, maybe, or adrenaline. Something was keeping him in control. His head pounded, the right side of his hair felt stuck to his forehead and he refused to think it was probably blood, but his face seemed okay. His left side hurt something fierce, and his leg was sore, but nothing felt broken.

When he opened his eyes again he narrowed them slightly, wondering how exactly he had got turned upside down...it took his mind a few moments to realize he hadn't. The bus had, it was on it's side. Oliver shook his head slightly, uncurled from the ball he had found himself in, pushed himself out of wherever the hell he had landed. Just in time to look up and see Edward.

Relief.

A noun. Alleviation, ease, or deliverance through the removal of pain, distress, oppression, etc.

It didn't seem good enough, right, because what he felt was so much more than what the definition of 'relief' had to offer when he looked up at the older boy. Edward was okay, at least physically. The feelings that rushed through him were warm, comforting, and dangerous. Edward offered his hand and as much as Oliver wanted to take it...he couldn't.

Because if he did, he'd never let go.

He tried to open his mouth, to form words, to say that he was okay...but for some reason he was processing slowly, and when the words finally came out Edward was gone...darting away somewhere. Ollie would never admit to the whimper of distress that came out of him. Never.

He grabbed onto a chair, pushing himself to his feet, wincing as his left side groaned in protest, favoring a leg that obviously wasn't going to work very well. His eyes saw what was laid out in front of him but he really didn't...process it.

Blood, so much blood, it was everywhere. Blood and glass and a few seats that had come loose, backpacks and tablets and a mess of items teenagers carried, and...worst of all...a few people that weren't moving at all.

Ollie's gaze darted through the chaos, looking for his boyfriend's curls, finding him bending over Carter who was...crying. Carter Weeks was crying.

Chaos.

He started to take a step forward when his stomach lurched. The twins. They'd been sitting right in front of him, where were they? Were they okay? “Jen!” his voice cracked, and that seemed weird. Was he crying? Had he screamed? “Tallia!”

He found them not far from where he had landed, one under the other, and it took his mind a moment to figure out which was witch. Tallia was awake, eyes searching, arms cut up, hair a mess. Oliver dropped to his knees, reaching over to place his fingers against Jen's wrist. A pulse.

Relief.

One of the windows gave out, a shatter of glass falling into the bus mixed with ice the size of tennis balls. Oliver winced, wrapped two arms around Jen's slender frame, and pulled her up into a bridal hold. It wasn't pretty, and his side and leg pierced him in protest, but he got her. “C'mon, Tal, we gotta move.”

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Tallia Jarish
Day One



It took Tallia a few minute realize that her sister was unconscious. Alive, but unconscious. Olivier eventually made it over to them and he picked Genevieve up. “C'mon, Tal, we gotta move,” he said and Tallia nodded.

She kept her messenger bag close to her and avoided looking at other people's faces. She breathed through her mouth, knowing that she would vomit if she smelled the scents in the bus. They had to get out of here. She had read about this situation many times before. Escape crash. Find shelter. Survive. It seemed so surreal now. Her heart pounded in her chest as she avoided stepping on a limp hand. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second before choosing to focus on Ollie.

She kept her gaze on her hands, ignoring the pain blossoming in her arms. Blood slipped down her fingers and dropped onto the bus ceiling. She managed to block out the rest of the noise in the bus as she directed her attention to the slow drip, drop of the blood. The entire world spun and she knew she would probably pass out soon. Snapping herself out of her stupor, Tallia made her way to the front of the bus. She wished she could have help Carter, but there was something she needed first. Her hands gripped the first aid kit and she stuffed it in her bag. Then, she attempted to help get the chair off of Carter. She ignored the strain it caused on her arms, which were still bleeding. She pulled off her sweater, leaving her in a tanktop, and wrapped the sweater around the wounded area.

"We're going to get you out of here," she told Carter, her voice sounding much calmer than she felt.

To keep herself calm as she tried to force the chair off of Carter withVirgis' help, she recited a poem in her head:
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


Virgis and Tallia finally managed to get the chair off of Carter. She looked at the people nearest to her, "Maybe we could use the chair to break the door. Try to get out that way?"



The Poem is the Jabberwocky from Lewis Carrol's Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There.

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Edward was looking at something Adrien couldn't discern, but when two people, one carrying a girl in his arms, passed him by, Adrien realised Edward could handle himself. He would call if needed, right? Adrien had more important matters to attend to.

He grabbed his bag and speedwalked up behind the small group, talking as he came: "How bad is it?" Adrien noted the position the girl was being carried in; the bridal position, notorious for its problems.

"Try to keep her back straight, if she's got spinal damage you can make it worse," he continued, and began looking around to finally get his bearings. Outside of the cracked windows, Adrien could discern a large building, and a number of cars parked around, but little more than that. That deathly thud-thud-thud was still beating on the chassis and windows of the bus, unceasing. Adrien felt a certain hot wetness across his stomach, but he had no time to inspect it, because it was only a matter of time before the hail broke through the windows.

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Virgis stretched his arms out, aching from lifting the seat. "That seat is heavy, we should try a window or door!"
Virgis looks around. He realizes they don't have much time to get out of the bus. Everyone is panicking. He can tell if he gets a door open and announces it, everyone will freak out. He sighs and looks at his options. He could try to get the main door open, a window open, an emergency door, or the hatch. He goes for the emergency door. He looks around one last time, knowing people will get hurt. He yanks open the emergency door and alarms blare in everyone's ear. He stumbles out for a second is get's pelted with hail, and he stumbles back in.

He yells to everyone, "We're going to have to make a break for it! We run into that building!"
The hail is so bad he knows if they don't leave soon they will all die. That means they will have to leave people behind. Virgis gulps and looks towards the door.

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Virgis nods and grabs his backpack, and hold it above his head. He looks back at the bus one more time, and runs out, he gets hit in some places but it's not too bad. that's when he sees Carter. Virgis almost stops, but knows Carter won't come no matter what he does. He doesn't even really know Carter... So Virgis keeps running towards the building. He doesn't look back. He doesn't want to die, so he runs.

Virgis keeps going towards the building, ignoring his surroundings until he gets to the door. Then he looks back, to see if anyone else made it. At that moment he thinks of his father. His father should've stayed, because now his mom is alone, at home, in this hail crying. He just hopes someone will make it.

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As soon as the 15-year old had made it into the safety of the mall, Adrien sucked in a breath and held his backpack above his head. What he was doing was suicidal. Idiotic. Reckless beyond belief. But it was either that or waiting for the hail to break through the roof of the bus and deliver the same fate he might now avoid.

Adrien braced himself and stood by the front door of the bus, plotting his path. He cursed the fact that he had been born with the destiny of always being the slowest person in school; he wasn't unfit, just really slow. Finally, Adrien was off, running through the pelting hail.

The thudding was monstrous. It was comparable to an unruly child, relentlessly flailing his arms at someone when they picked him up. That is, if the child had arms made of solid ice. Adrien sprinted like he had never sprinted before. Surprisingly, as Adrien had long ago declared himself an Agnostic Atheist, he found himself reciting every word of every prayer of every religion he could remember, creating a strange mix of words in praise of Yahweh, Allah, Odin, and even the Flying Spaghetti Monster, just to be safe.

Finally, Adrien was on the home stretch: just a few metres to go, and...

Adrien stumbled forward, something hitting him in the back like a tank shell, propelling him forward to land painfully on his stomach, his torso on the metal floor of the store, his legs still exposed to the elements and recieving express hail treatment. He launched himself forward just a little bit, letting his feet clear the sliding door, and crawled against the nearby wall with a groan. Adrien had no time to inspect himself, he just saw the concerned face of the boy from before looking at him.

And then he blacked out.

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Somewhere, Oliver lost Edward, and his head snapped in every direction trying to at least get eyes on his boyfriend. Paranoia climbed it's way up his throat, sending anxiety through his body. The calm was starting to wear off, panic setting in, and he didn't even realize he had lost Tallia until someone was talking to him.

Adrien. The new kid, who looked like he was actually somewhat in control, if that was even possible in this kind of situation. He asked a question...what did he ask? How bad it was? "Uh..." Ollie's throat felt dry, constricted, but he swallowed passed it and shook his head a little. "I...I don't know?"

"Try to keep her back straight, if she's got spinal damage you can make it worse." Right. Spinal damage. Oliver nodded a little, brow scrunching in thought. Jen didn't weigh much, and she was small, but how...He lifted her, carefully, maneuvering her body to get her legs around his waist, chin sitting on his shoulder. It was difficult, and slow, because small as she was she was only dead weight...and not helping him at all. One hand went under her to support her weight, the other pressed gently against her back to keep her secure.

Alarms came out of nowhere, blaring over the noise already gathered in the bus, and Oliver stumbled back out of surprise alone before twisting around to see what had caused it. An emergency door was open, a Freshman looked shocked, Adrien was barking orders that Ollie couldn't hear over the noise.

Then the two boys were running, out in the motherfucking hail, and Oliver finally realized that was what they had to do. Get out, because they couldn't stay here. He took a deep breath, checked his hold on Jen one more time, then forced his way across the bus once more and to the open door.

It was a stretch, and dark, the clouds were pitch black, shocks of purple lightening striking across them, hail and rain falling so thickly he wouldn't even recognize the Superstore if it wasn't lit up. But there it was. Salvation. "This is crazy," he whispered to himself, but after a few deep breaths he did it...he took the plunge...he stepped out.

It was cold. Colder than any of the millions of ice baths Ollie had ever taken, each drop of rain piercing, and the hail felt like he was playing dodgeball with golf balls. So he ran. He ran despite what the pain in his leg told him, despite the way his hurt arm was screaming when he held Jen closer to his body, and he ducked his head towards the ground and prayed that he would make it. Prayed like he never had before.

And then suddenly...it was all over. No noise, no coldness, no pain, just...nothing. Oliver jerked his head up, glancing around the well lit store that seemed to survive in it's own universe where everything was fine...until a shock of thunder sent him a mile in the air.

Adrien was on the ground...passed out, probably, but there was another kid. A kid he knew, something Finn, the same kid that had opened the emergency door. He nodded his head a little, mostly in recognition, before bending his knees and easing Jen onto the floor.

He didn't even allow himself a second to think before he reached back and grabbed his hood, throwing it over his head even though he knew it wouldn't protect him from anything, and then turning and running his stupid, suicidal, ass back towards that damned bus.

"Edward!" the name left his mouth before he even consciously meant it to, but he didn't think he could really be heard, not over the pounding of rain and hail. He could barely even see, but that didn't stop him from trying. "Edward!" His legs carried him to the front of the bus and he paused for a moment, thinking he'd found him, but it was Carter instead.

Carter...who was bent over the body of Riley Weeks. His baby sister.

And quite possibly getting beaten to death.

"Christ, Carter." Oliver jogged a few more steps, wrapping both arms over Carter's shoulders and giving him a pull. Oliver was strong, no doubt about it, but he couldn't pull Carter if he was holding his sister too. "C'mon, man, let her go. There's nothing you can do, okay? You gotta let her go. Come on, we can't stay out here."

The hail was still coming down, beating against his head, his shoulders, his back. It didn't only hurt but it was annoying as hell, and he knew skin had broken even under his hoodie. They had to move, there was no other option.

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Carter let go.

It was kind of surreal to watch, and Oliver had to admit he wouldn't have blamed Carter if he had chosen to stay. Ollie was an only child, he had no idea what that blood connection to another person felt like, but he couldn't imagine...honestly, if he had more energy, he'd probably shed some tears.

Instead, he helped pull Carter to his feet and gestured to the store before they both took off again. When they made it back Adrien was coming to, and he felt a surge of relief for that. At least he was alive, and from what Oliver had seen back in the bus, capable. He nodded along with Carter's words, but only then seemed to realize they weren't completely inside the store.

Double doors, the first layer was always unlocked but the second wasn't. He knew that because he suddenly realized where they were, Greenway Superstore. He'd worked there for a couple of weeks last summer.

Oliver sighed, resting his hands on his knees and taking a few deep breaths to ignore the pain his body was trying to warn him about. "You'll have to break in, but it shouldn't be hard. If I remember correctly there's a Pharmacy directly on the right".

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Tallia Jarish
Day One



Tallia looked over the crowd of completely terrified kids. She wanted to help them. She really did. However, she knew she couldn't. When she saw Ollie leave with her sister, she knew it was time to leave. One kid trapped under someone unconscious stared at her with pleading eyes. Tears blurred her vision as she kneeled in front of the escape hatch. I'm sorry, she mouthed to the boy as she jumped out.

The hail pounded against her as she held her bag above her head. This wasn't the first time she was grateful to have so many books stuffed into one bag. She rushed into the building, ignoring everything else and heading over to her sister. She wanted to wake up her twin, but she hadn't read that many medical books and she wasn't sure that was a good idea. Instead, she dug the first aid kit out of her bag and began tending to Jen's more obvious wounds.

When that was done, she looked at the others there, "Anyone else?"

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The hail started to grow harsher. Wincing, Edward tried to shield his head with his backpack as he picked up Delaney in his arms, looking left and right with panic before running to a mall that stood nearby. His arms were bruised by the falling hail- and thuds sounded as his feet pounded on the ground, slipping and sliding along the gradually building layer of hail that kept on hitting him repeatedly. Need to get to shelter. Edward thought, his mind reeling as he tried to keep himself under control; a determined look crossed over Edward’s face as he ignored the pounding pain that fell from the sky until he finally was underneath the protective sanctuary of the mall. “Here.” He said, placing Delaney gently on the ground as he looked back at the tilting bus, panic filling him as he turned to look back at her once again. “Just- stay here, okay? I’ll be back soon.” Without a second word, Edward pulled on the hood of his jacket and reached back to empty most of the contents out of his backpack before securing it once again on his back. He could not allow his friends to just die in the bus- he couldn’t. Ignoring the others gathered in the mall, Edward rushed back out into the hail in an attempt to reach the bus.
But it was so far away- and the hail was growing heavier and larger very, very quick. With but five steps out, the hail grew from the size of ping-pong balls to tennis balls, bruising Edward on his arms and body as he protected his head as much as he could. Walking was too hard as well, with the ice covering every surface of gravel, with water flowing everywhere. A sob left Edward as he was forced to retreat back into the mall, pain coursing his whole body as he felt bruises welting across his arms and back. As he watched, the bus was slowly crushed down by the pelting hail, its upturned roof slowly caving in as what looked like hands waved around through the broken windows, only to be beaten down by the down-pouring hail. Clenching his hands into fists, Edward let out an anguished yell at his helplessness, his inability to save the souls that were in the bus, destined to die a slow and painful death. Why the hell is this happening? Crouching down, Edward rocked on his feet as he kept his teary eyes on the bus. How could this be happening? Edward held his head in his hands when he could not take it any longer, his back bending forward as he kept his sadness inside.
After a few seconds, Edward was up and moving again. “Is everyone alright?” He asked the people gathered in the mall, his face impassive as he looked through the few people that had been on the thirty people bus. It was almost too horrific to comprehend how many people they had left behind. “Let’s just try and stay in here and wait this storm out- I’ll try and see if there’s any chance that I can get some help over.” With that, Edward walked away, the need to be a team player, a leader, falling off of his shoulders as he attempted to find a telephone. But as he looked around at the expansive mall that sprawled in front of him, Edward came to a stop as a deadening helplessness settled in his heart. Would he be able to find a phone? And if so, would his mother or father actually attempt to send help? Would his father actually care? The answer seemed almost crystal clear to Edward as he sighed and scratched his head, unsure of which way to take through the many hallways that were laid out in front of him.
What are we supposed to do? When will this storm ever die down? Looking up at the ceiling as the thudding continued up above and from the doors, Edward could only send a silent plea to whatever entity he could that the roof would not cave in. Trudging over to the doors, Edward slowly shrugged each heavy door closed, locking the first row against the hail before walking back and shrugging the second row of doors closed. Turning back to look at his fellow companions, waves of helplessness crossed Edward as he let out a long sigh, walking back to Delaney. “You okay?” He asked, sitting towards her though his eyes flickered towards Oliver and the group of people the other boy was with. But the sight of the boy only brought a tiny bit of comfort for Edward as he let out a shaky sigh. “Rest if you need to.” And then he fell silent without a second question or another concerned look as to if she was feeling fine or not.


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As others arrived one by one, Adrien quickly grew restless. The hail was intensifying by the minute, and didn't seem to have much chance of clearing up anytime soon. Adrien, meanwhile, strained his memory. He couldn't remember the name of the mall, but he thought he remembered hearing somewhere that the pharmacy somewhere had a full-body MRI machine, and also some surgical equipment; it was supposedly an emergency location people were taken to if the hospital was too far away. Adrien couldn't be sure, but it would be very useful to know just how badly hurt everyone was.

The situation, Adrien noted, was grim. Here he was, trapped with seven other teenagers, and absolutely every single one of them, much as they tried to hide it, were scared sh*tless. Them against the world, and all of them were hurt to various degrees. Even those who looked relatively unscathed might have severe haemmoraghes, fractures, and other such horrors. One of the girls, her name being T-something, was tending to the girl lying unconscious next to Adrien's spot on the wall (which, he noted, had a number of blood spatters in the general vicinity), poking around with a medical kit. Adrien observed her with deepening curiosity as she tended many of the cuts on the unconscious girl's body. This girl had clearly not studied medicine as thoroughly as Adrien, but she most certainly wasn't a stranger to it. Useful, he thought, So if I get incapacitated or die someone can take over at least partway. As the girl continued tending to her friend, Adrien cleared his throat and began talking to everyone in the room.

"I don't think it's necessary to state the absolute f*cking mess we're in, so I'll make this short. Before we declare leaders and such mishmash, we need to make sure we won't bleed to death, so I want to know who's the least hurt, because we'll need you to pop down to the pharmacy and check what sort of stuff they have. Bring back medicine as well. I would do it, but..." Adrien tried to stand and collapsed right back down, releasing a hurricane of bloodstained coughing.

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Virgis jumped when Adrien came to. At least he didn't punched him. Virgis had been punched before and did not like it. So Virgis was about to say his name but then people came and well... Yeah. It wasn't the worst group of people but he didn't know very many of them well besides Delaney and the twins a bit. He was about to go out because some of his friends were in there, and maybe he could... Then the bus completely was demolished. So Virgis just stood there. Staring.

His friends. Some of his best friends. he had just been out with them last night. People that actually liked him not just because he could have a good time. They were... Dead. The windows smashed, the roof being beat down, and he remembered people crushed by seats. their friends wouldn't leave them, and were in shock. So people were crushed and dead or slowly dying while the others sat there screaming or staring blankly while they were waiting for the inevitable death. They would be pound to death. People under seats would starve or bleed to death. Then there was Virgis. Who stood there and knew it happened.

He bent over and nearly hurled, and choked back some tears. I mean this wasn't a movie. This wasn't his dad yelling at him. This wasn't his mom crying. this definitely wasn't a math test, popularity competition, a fight, or a game. This was us and the dead people. It was the mother nature and it's victims. We were the only ones who would survive. People might think some of those guys still have a chance... But they don't. They will all die. Ever single one of them.

Virgis just kept thinking about it until he heard someone yell his name. He was suddenly snapped back into reality, and understood. He knew a lot about medicine, so he ran to the pharmacy, as fast as he could once the doors were open. Some people had cuts so he quickly grabbed wraps, bandages, gauze pads, and those kinds of things. He knew some cuts would need stitches and some cuts would need cleaning, so he grabbed some peroxide, needles, and a tiny towel to bite. Then he found some painkillers and some medicine to reduce fevers just in case. he couldn't carry much more, so he got two blankets, some ice packs, and some anti-nausea pills because some people could not stop puking, and he did not want to puke because of them puking.

So Virgis hurried back to the group as fast as he could, without dropping everything. He knew some people could be hurt bad, so he tried to do his best. People needed him. In school it's not like that, people are mean... But right now, right here, defines the truth of who you are. What people did now showed their true colors. So Virgis made it back where everyone was and set the supplies on a table.

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Tallia Jarish
Day One



Somehow, she just knew. She knew that the bus had been crushed. She knew that Adrien was most likely seriously injured. Tallia just knew. When Ollie picked up her sister and brought her inside, she walked over to Adrien and did her best to get him inside the doors. She leaned him against the wall so he wouldn't-as Carter had said- "choke on his own spit". She didn't feel right about leaving him, but walked a bit farther in until she found the clearanced blankets. Carefully, she put a blanket over his unconscious form, then she settled one over her sister. "Please be okay," she whispered to Jen.

Her mind spun at a million miles an hour as she came up with ideas. "Anything perishable," she whispered to herself. "We need to get anything perishable together!" she exclaimed, snapping her fingers.

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The first thing she noticed was the searing pain throughout her body. She felt as if she was hit by a bus. In actuality that was closer to the truth than she had realized. The last thing she remembered was a sudden jolt in the bus, and then black. What the hell had happened?

Her morning had started as normal as the rest of them. Waking up regrettably, stumbling over to her computer to check her blog - as well as her Skype to check for messages from her internet friends. She had no time to really reply to any of the fan mail she had received on her blog where she posted drawings, digital art, and various things of her favorite games. She dressed in her usual attire, some sort of skinny jeans with a overly large sweater. Jen always had some sort of so called "geeky" jewelry, today it was just a Doctor Who ring and earrings, with a sword necklace.

There was no tell tale sign that this would happen. No raven flying over head, no spilling of salt, nothing. Nada. Zip.

Slowly her dark eyes opened to reveal an unusual setting. Jen was unsure of where she was. Her vision was blurry and all things looked to be in doubles at the moment. Her head was throbbing, heavy like she couldn't pick it up. The first thing to her disheveled mind was her twin sister, Tallia.
"Tall..." she mumbled, trying to move her head to the side in hopes to see her sister. She saw familiar shoes that she knew belonged to her sister in the corner of her eye, and moved her head to that side. Weakly she took her arm from the blanket and had it fall on her shoe.
"The hell happened?" Jen questioned, her voice being as weak as her body. Confused. That was a good word to use at the moment. There were others around, she could hear them. Who exactly, she didn't know.



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Virgis sighed with relief once people got up. He looked at what he had. Well, Adrien's head was losing blood...
Virgis grabbed a roll of gauze and kneeled by Adrien. Virgis said, "Wow.. that's lots of blood... this might hurt a bit..." Virgis started trying to wrap the gauze around adrien's head, because he had the most blood there. then he handed Adrien the pain killers, and an ice pack.

So, after that was done Virgis went over to Jen with the blanket. "Here. You're going to need this." Deciding that he'd best just get out of everyone's way now, he just walked away. He needed a break from all of this. He couldn't stop thinking about everyone dying. Surely this was on the news. The news... He remembered some stories recently. Norad spill, gang war, nyan cat revamp. What the heck was nyan cat? Anyways Virgis expected all of those stories to be squashed.

He went to the media and electronics department and look through the tabs. None connected. That was not reassuring. Then he found one of the t.v.'s and messed around with it, turned it on, and switched to the news...

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Virgis wasn't paying attention. He was looking at the t.v. Their town wasn't on the news... The storm was messing with the connection. So for now he'd only get parts of the story. He could tell it was on a loop... It wasn't like the storm was getting better so Virgis decided he would stay until he could figure out at least part of the message. He heard Colorado... Maybe some other city? Then he heard the voice get urgent. He heard NORAD spill... Compounds? Dangerous... Colorado again... NORAD bio-something... Then he heard the magic words even though it was all scary. Quarintine. Colorado. Stay indoors.

Virgis just stared at the screen. He wanted to scream. Hadn't they been through enough! Hadn't he been through enough? They just lost all of their friends, some of them were bruised badly, coughing up blood, and they were all traumatized... Virgis wasn't traumatized because he was used to things like that... Though... This was ridiculous. He couldn't get a break! NORAD SPILL! A NORAD SPILL! BIO-CRAP! Now they had to board up the doors, windows, and not mourn the people they just lost. Virgis probably would've smashed the t.v. with a baseball bat if he didn't have to warn the others.........

So he sat up with a pale look on his face, trying to compose whatever he had left. He was good at that, he did it every day. he started walking over to the group and then jogging. "GUYS! There was a NORAD bio spill or something, I saw it on the t.v. We have to get the windows and doors open! There's like some kind of chemical mushroom cloud or explosion I don't know something is coming! The whole state is in quarantine! We need tape, staples, wood, plasters, anything!"
Virgis is full on panic mode for now. They could all die from chemicals. Or they could just like make him get cancer or something. Whatever it is they are dangerous.

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Delaney turned at the sound of her voice. "Oh, uh, right. I'll just go... join Carter then," she mumbled apologetically to Tallia, turning away. She didn't see Edward, but hurried over to Carter anyway, skipping a little as she tried to keep up with his pace.

"So this is really something, huh?" she asked, trying to remain cheerful and bright, like people expected her to be. "I mean, this is totally crazy. We've never had hail this bad. And for that to happen... oh my god. I'm so sorry." Delaney covered her mouth, remembering Carter's sister.

She remained quiet for the next five minutes, grabbing a nearby cart and loading it with food. There were lots of cans, she made sure to stock up on those, especially the fruit. A can opener misplaced on an empty shelf caught her eye, and it clattered to the bottom of the cart as well.

When they passed aisles filled with bottles of water, Delaney swept her arm carelessly past the shelves, letting the different brands fall into the cart. She held one out to Carter. "How're you feeling?" Her tone was quieter now. "Drink up - it'll make you feel better. We'll get you medical help later, I think Virgis is on that."

Then Virgis's yelling reached her. She glanced around nervously. "Damn. How - how did that happen? NORAD is supposed to be safe." Her voice shook, feet coming to a standstill as she tried to remember where exactly the doors and windows were.

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At Carter’s beckoning, Edward had followed along behind the other two slowly after casting Adrien and the rest a worried glance, his back hunched as he chewed at the inside of his cheek. And though his own personal indifference to the other few surviving students worried Edward slightly, he could not let something else slide- the idea that so many of their friends had just died. It appalled him how calm most of the others were. It was as if they had just slid the deaths off of their minds as if nothing had happened- but then again, if they had kept the deaths on their mind…no. Shaking his head, Edward cast the people behind a gaze of mistrust while following behind Carter and Delaney. He could not lie about being a bit disgruntled with how Carter was acting- something seemed off about his friend, especially with how fast he had recovered over his sister’s death. But whom was Edward to judge? He could only send a prayer her way, hoping that the impact against the gravel had immediately stolen her last breath.
Edward sighed as he tried to shove the grim thoughts away, shaking his head as if the motion would fling the thoughts out of his mind. It didn’t. The only thing that the motion brought was a small, tiny sob that Edward tried to stomach down, his hands wiping roughly at his eyes to not allow the tears that hung precariously in his eyes to subside. Watching the other two, Edward felt a tiny pang of jealousy as Delaney tried to console Carter, his eyes glowering at their backs before he caught himself. He did not have the right to feel jealous, anyways- it was he whom was dating behind her back. Not Delaney. No; she was as pure as an angel, like how Edward had first found her. But even if he were to allow her to another guy he knew that it would not be Carter. Not the playboy, though he was Edward’s friend- but the sound of the thunks on the ceiling dragged Edward’s attention back to real life, looking up at the roof with a hopeful gaze that it would not cave in over their heads. Walking up, Edward ignored Delaney and patted Carter hard on his back, not saying anything as he gave him a grim gaze. That was the only consolation he would give- it was always the only consolation he ever gave.
“I’m going to go and find some mode of communication with the outside world.” He said, looking at Carter then at Delaney before turning away again. “I’m sure that the Network is still up- I’ll try and find something. I’m sure there are phones in here since it looks like it was still in use just yesterday.” Taking a few steps forward, he gave them both a cold look- a look that the old Edward Wartheimer would definitely not have on his face. Something had changed insdie of him as much as how the others had changed as well. “I’ll be back soon.” Immediately, Edward struck out without a second word, his eyes intently searching for a phone as he had lost his own in the tumble on the bus. But with the electricity mostly out in the mall, his only hope was to first find out if the power room was still able to operate. It was his last chance to try and see if he could wield the power of the Wartheimer conglomerate business to save the students he was stuck with. If only everything would just work out. He thought, quickly pacing through the multiple racks of food, his eyes clouded with worry as he made his way to the back of the mall. If only…
But something told Edward that something was very, very wrong- and that they would be stuck here for an indefinite time. The bad feeling boiled in his guts as he finally located a "staff only" door, pushing it aside with a force to harsh. The "bang" resounded throughout the mall as Edward made his way in, his vision shaky as his breath as he passed through the changing room, the small offices, his eye searching for the sign that he had to find. Power room...power room...come on... His eyes flashing left and right, Edward let out a shaky breath as he finally found the room. Their salvation from being stranded in the middle of nowhere. But something caused Edward to hesitate as he made a motion to push open the door, a gut feeling pulling him back before he finally allowed his hand to land on the handle. He pushed it downwards. The door did not budge. "You're fucking kidding me." A growl left him as the usually calm Edward slammed his body against the door, trying to push it so that he could probably turn on the lights. Turn on the fridges, at least. But the door would not budge. He would have to find help. Rushing out of the staff-only area, Edward quickly let out a loud, "Carter! Get over here!" before rushing back in again, cursing under his breath as he glared vehemently at the inanimate door.