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Ryyan

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a character in “The Broken World”, as played by DuBois_Scarlett

So begins...

Ryyan's Story

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It was cold. Not a normal kind of cold. A cold that chilled you to the bone. Strange, seeing as the sun was high in the sky. She shook from the inside out as she peeked out a broken window with sharp edges. Days? Weeks? Months? How long had she holed herself up in this house. This desolate place. Ryyan Llewellyn wasn't even sure if she was alive anymore. Maybe this was hell. Maybe this was what hell looked like. She hadn't been a particularly good person with her 27 years on the earth. Whatever she had or hadn't been, what she was now was alone. Loneliness could drive a person mad. Insane. That was what Ryyan was feeling. She couldn't take one more day inside this house. It had started as her haven when the world fell apart but really it was her prison. A cell. Fear of what lurked beyond had kept her in and quite. She even sobbed silently now. However, today was the day. Her legs shook as she moved to stand on them. She controlled her breathing. A rucksack on her back. Today. It was early in the morning. Today was the day. Ryyan opened the front door with shaky hands. The world. It was before her. Dead. Decaying. Yet, the air smelt fresh and free and for a moment it was just another day. The way it used to be when the world was right and then Ryyan opened her eyes. The nightmare was still before her. Yet before she could lose her nerve, she closed the door behind her and with determined steps ventured into the world. Or rather what was left of it.

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Was she bold? Daring? Once. Once upon a time she had been. Ryyan thought as she walked the ruins. So this was what it looked like when civilizations fell? How odd. One minute she'd been sipping her Starbucks complaining about the terrible service and next she had been running for her life. A shiver chased up her spine at the memory but the coldness that emptied her body disappeared as soon as it had arrived. The shadows of her mind chased away by a sound almost virgin to her ears. Ryyan looked up with a hand over her brow and shades. Some beast of mythical proportions glided high up through the sky. The hold of the shotgun in her other hand tightened.

"No Ryyan! You pussy! You are not going back!" She scolded herself as she pressed forward into the ruins. "Do you want to die in that ratty old house huh?!" She continued to herself. "Is that what you want? You want to die in a house? Alone? Of near starvation? No. I didn't think so. So shut up and carry on . . . There has to be something out here." Right?

It amazed her how quickly nature could start taking over the modern world. Trees and plants and wines intertwined and messed with the crumbling ruins and the broken and piled up vehicles that littered the streets. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare. She must have drank too much one night bar hoping and she must be in a coma Ryyan thought to herself. "Has to be a dream . . ."

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It must have been hours she had been walking. Maybe leaving the house that had become her prison had been a bad idea after all. Anyway, what was wrong with a cell? It still had running water and there was lots of canned food; albeit she hated it but she'd still be alive right? But alone. Whereas out here she was just alone with the likelihood of ending up dead. There had to be something! Had to! She couldn't be the only on left alive. There must be cities . . . countries! With people! With people still alive!

Ryyan cursed herself as she continued walking. She found herself moving deeper and deeper into the foliage. The city was disappearing under a canopy of over growing green. She wanted civilization. Reality. But every which way she turned there was only the growing green. It was as she ventured deeper she came across a corpse on the floor. Yet unlike a corpse it looked healthy and living. She nudged the body with a booted foot. Her shot gun aimed at it with one loose hand just in case it started going resident evil on her.

"Hey . . . You alive?" She kicked the ribs. "Or I might have to eat you." She joked to herself wryly.

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An apartment building long since claimed by nature stood silently among others of its kind. Some weapon of war hard ripped most of the building apart, destroying the once neatly laid lines of stone and masonry. Lush vegetation crept through it now, claiming that which was once the lives of many.

James had lived in one of these apartments at one time... not in this city. But when he was younger, before the war.

He exhaled slowly, watching down the road for his prey. A buck had come to drink at that intersection several times, finding a place to take a shot from hadn't been hard. Finding a time which it would be safe to collect his prize was proving to be more difficult.

He was buried within the apartment building. He had pain painstakingly assembled his camouflage suit to blend into the foliage of the area, his suit and his weapon. The buck wandered into his field of view. A sunken face pulled taunt over its skull... ribs showing to the point James would be able to count them, he could see parts of the creatures hip bones under the hide...

It looked delicious... He wet his dry lips and exhaled once more, attempting to control his trembling hand.

The creature took timid steps into the center.

Jame's finger gently moved the trigger, taking up the slack of the two stages...

" Just behind the shoulder." His father whispered to him from the past. " Take your time son, you only get one shot. "

He breathed deeply again.

" Check your environmentals Corporal." His first Sargent demand.

Centering the cross hair where he desired the round to be placed he waited for the wind to steady... The tall grass danced around the buck taunting James. He could not miss the vitals... He could not afford the chase... he had to drop the beast where he stood.

The animals' ears perked up... And James heart fell to his boots as the trickle of conversation made its way to his ears... The Buck was gone.

James closed his eyes...removed his finger from the trigger of his rifle. Who had spooked his game...?

The hunter picked his way through the building , moving towards the sound's direction.

" Who are you!?" Rang through the empty streets... Down the road, James decided.

Lowering him self to the ground in the hallway, he slid on his belly into the room that would give him a vantage point on the situation, draggin his rifle beside him in a very controlled manner.

The hunter found his line of sight, and set himself among the foliage of the building to gaze upon those who had interrupted him collecting his food... A boy and a young woman... probably about five and a half feet tall... He centers the cross hair at the top of her head. 5.5 mils tall... so that's about 330 yards... The marksmen adjusted his optic... and waited, watching to see what the woman did with the child held at gun point.