Oh yeah, we got everythin' we need. We even got planes and shit. And a bomb.
[ Which, honestly, she would maybe like to point out to her cult leader that getting a nuclear warhead delivered by a schizo nutcase was a bad idea. Mostly she just disagrees with the person he sent to get it -- she has no qualms with the whole "nuke roughly half of the remaining American population" of it all. Maybe, just maybe, he can reset things after having been in Abraxas. Surely she wouldn't die at home if they can only reverse everything else, right? The lightning ball would never have found her without that shit. Sound logic. ]
I mean, it's not a secret or anythin', and there's other people from my world here, too. No one's exactly sure what started it all, 'cause the government tried to cover it up at first, but basically the army, they were developin' biological weapons. Probably lots of 'em, but only one mattered when it got out. We call it Captain Trips, it's like... we say superflu, but it's more like pneumonia. The infected, their chests and throats and faces would swell up, all full of nastiness, until they couldn't breathe anymore from all the fluid. [ She pauses, takes another hit. She's well aware that it's a lot just to listen to, and she's already talked to one person who apparently lived through something similar but less severe in their world. So she figures that, the more people she can warn, the better, even if it's not something they can stop. ] It spread across the whole world in just a few weeks. And Trips, it's real infectious. Everyone died in like, a month. Two, maybe, by the time the last ones keeled over. Killed most of the animals, too. Over 99% of everythin' that ain't a plant. Those of us left, we're just... immune. We don't know why or how. Just that we are.
[ She looks up at the stars for a bit, her face a blank mask, numb from exposure to so much death and destruction in such a very short time. The words sound terrible even to her acclimated ears, but she can't bring forward the emotions anymore. ]
Most people died at home. My family all did, at least. Everyone in my whole town. I was the only one left. I was completely alone for a month, livin' in a store 'cause at least there was food and clothes and no bodies. So yeah, I walked all by myself. The only time I met anyone else was before I left, and those assholes ran off real fast. Abandoned me. Short bus sped motherfuckers, said they didn't need me. Anyway, the mountains didn't bother me, though. I got to see a lotta stuff while I was out there. It was the desert that was the worst.
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[ Which, honestly, she would maybe like to point out to her cult leader that getting a nuclear warhead delivered by a schizo nutcase was a bad idea. Mostly she just disagrees with the person he sent to get it -- she has no qualms with the whole "nuke roughly half of the remaining American population" of it all. Maybe, just maybe, he can reset things after having been in Abraxas. Surely she wouldn't die at home if they can only reverse everything else, right? The lightning ball would never have found her without that shit. Sound logic. ]
I mean, it's not a secret or anythin', and there's other people from my world here, too. No one's exactly sure what started it all, 'cause the government tried to cover it up at first, but basically the army, they were developin' biological weapons. Probably lots of 'em, but only one mattered when it got out. We call it Captain Trips, it's like... we say superflu, but it's more like pneumonia. The infected, their chests and throats and faces would swell up, all full of nastiness, until they couldn't breathe anymore from all the fluid. [ She pauses, takes another hit. She's well aware that it's a lot just to listen to, and she's already talked to one person who apparently lived through something similar but less severe in their world. So she figures that, the more people she can warn, the better, even if it's not something they can stop. ] It spread across the whole world in just a few weeks. And Trips, it's real infectious. Everyone died in like, a month. Two, maybe, by the time the last ones keeled over. Killed most of the animals, too. Over 99% of everythin' that ain't a plant. Those of us left, we're just... immune. We don't know why or how. Just that we are.
[ She looks up at the stars for a bit, her face a blank mask, numb from exposure to so much death and destruction in such a very short time. The words sound terrible even to her acclimated ears, but she can't bring forward the emotions anymore. ]
Most people died at home. My family all did, at least. Everyone in my whole town. I was the only one left. I was completely alone for a month, livin' in a store 'cause at least there was food and clothes and no bodies. So yeah, I walked all by myself. The only time I met anyone else was before I left, and those assholes ran off real fast. Abandoned me. Short bus sped motherfuckers, said they didn't need me. Anyway, the mountains didn't bother me, though. I got to see a lotta stuff while I was out there. It was the desert that was the worst.