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The Final Night - RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Final Night - RPAnd just like that, everything changed. Humanity can only be described as extinct.
Just like normal, every day was followed by a night, one that would eventually end and begin a new day. Humans would continue their daily lives after a night of sleep, just like how it’s always been. But what if one day that stopped? What if one day, there was not another day after that? What if it became night forever? What if nearly all of the humans never took another breath again? Before this, these were just mere questions, a thought to ponder about from time to time. We would think of them, shrug it off, and go on with our lives. Unfortunately, those questions became a reality.
The sun had disappeared from the sky, and so has the moon. Either that, or it had been blocked out. The sky became pitch black other than the speckles of the stars millions of miles away, and in some places, the aurora borealis. After a few hours, temperatures drastically dropped and almost every human began to panic. They knew what had happened. After a few days, people began to die due to the overwhelming cold that had swept the earth. The earth was still in complete darkness. Weeks passed, people passed, and everything was getting worse. After a few months, humanity was reduced to a mere speck. Only those living in places where geothermal energy was abundant was living. But that changed after a year. You would think that there would be no survivors, but that wasn’t the case. In fact, a very small number of humans were immune to the devastation.
There were only around 10 survivors on earth, and their goals were to just survive. For some odd reason, these individuals developed a strange, inhuman ability. They all were different and some of them even helped their survival. One other odd thing was the momentary flashes of brightness in the sky, like the sun had come back. They happen about once a week if you’re lucky, but they could appear over a month later. If you blink, you miss it. There has also been supplies hidden in the survivors homes, if they had one. Fresh meat or crops could be found in containers or other things of the such, but it was a rare occurrence. Everyone who was smart enough knew something was off, it was more than the sun disappearing from the sky. Someone was playing god, messing with their lives like an experiment.
It was cold, dark, terrifying, lonely, quiet, hopeless. Why... Did anything matter anymore? Was it worth living in this hell? On the verge of death, living in a world where hardly no one was around, feeling hopeless but still trying to survive? Why was she one of the people who had survived? Well, she couldn’t really know if anyone else was on this earth, but that was her last hope. Misaki laid in her cold, stiff bed while she thought the things she had everyday, not really having any motivation to get out of her bed and start her day. Wait... was it day? She had no electricity, meaning she didn’t even know what time it was. She didn’t know what day it was, or even what year it was. It seemed like it had been thousands of years, all without any lack of any contact. The last time she had any of it, it was with her parents dying right before her eyes. One had took a bullet to the head in order for “her to survive”. It was pathetic... Wouldn’t she die of the cold anyways? Even if there was a little bit of food left over from one less person, it wouldn’t matter in the end. Besides... Not like she could die... Every cell in her body was regenerating at the same rate they died. And for some reason it didn’t cause any problems, she was still perfectly healthy. In order to prevent herself from diving into a deep pit of pointless thoughts, she slowly got up from her bed and walked around the house. Maybe there was something she could do... Maybe outside could give her something?
Inside the home, a girl who's clothing was completely unsuited for the climate stood by an herb-turned-vegetable garden inside of a greenhouse. The dim lighting powered by only the vestiges of power from the home's generator gave her face a strange haunted look as she checked over the tomato and soybean plants that she subsisted upon. Despite every other surface in the house being covered completely in a thick layer of frost, the ensemble of perhaps thirteen medium sized gardens were heated around the clock to the minimum temperature needed for plant growth. While the silver haired girl couldn't even feel the bitter cold surrounding her, she was not exempt from other basic human needs, and therefore this was the only room in the large modern house with its switch flipped to "on" in the circuit board in the basement.
Jonathan Hale, the second the sky had been blotted out, had immediately rushed to the nearest store, taking one work van and having his daughter drive the other, ignoring all speed limits and traffic laws, and completely bought them out of propane. He and Alaska had created a plan of how to stretch their supplies out for as long as possible. Even then, he'd known something was up. When the man had begun to falter just a little more than a month into the whole ordeal, he'd insisted that she stick to their plan, that she not turn on any extra heat for him. To this day, Alaska absolutely abhorred herself for obeying.
She strode to the sink and turned the knob for hot water, which at this point was really only lukewarm, and allowed a cup of it to flow out into her watering can before switching it off. The modern Californian home was on well water, and therefore the plumbing still functioned. The hot water heater was also run by the generator, which made it so the pipes within the house itself didn't freeze. After pouring the water over the plants, the girl turned and left the greenhouse for the living room. Along the frosted walls were even thicker lines of ice crystals where Alaska had trailed her hand as she walked alone through the halls. The sound of her footsteps was accompanied by the crunching of the ever-present frost that also coated the floors.
The icy state of the entire building was the direct result of the girl which occupied it. She had no idea why or how this had happened. She wasn't sure she even wanted to know. All she knew was that her dad had died while she lived. It wasn't fair. It made no sense. Why her and not him? Some days she couldn't even imagine continuing onwards, but she always ended up doing so, knowing it was what her father would have wanted for her. All the same, as she flopped onto the black couch in the room in which she had once spent so many fond evenings with him, hopelessness threatened to overtake her once more. She didn't cry; she'd spent all of her tears in the first couple of months following his passing and the reception of the news that Court and her mother had also left this world behind. She just buried her face in the ice covered cushions, trying to block out the thoughts, the memories, the persistent gnawing of hunger in her stomach born of eating barely enough food every day.
Misaki had slowly walked out of her apartment, stumbling around in the darkness, tripping over various objects until she had finally reached the door. Once she opened it, she was greeted with a scene that was pitch black. Not a surprise, it had been that way every single time. She just didn’t want this nightmare to continue... She took a step forward, then another. Soon, she was outside, no clue on what to do or where to go.
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She could barely see in the dark, and she didn’t have a flashlight, so she was startled when she heard the faint sound of talking. It seemed to be far away, just up ahead. Her curiosity and desperation got the best of her and she began to run in that direction, not even considering the consequences. “Hello? Anyone there?” She called out as she ran, not stopping once she reached the door. She opened it and continued calling out, only to stop moments later. “Get it to your head already.” Wait... where was that coming from? Did that mean someone else was here?
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A flicker of movement in the city less than a quarter of a mile away caught Alaska's eye through the large wall of windows in her living room. Though frost threatened to coat them entirely, the middles were still somewhat transparent, though a bit fogged. At first, she assumed she was imagining it, nearly laughing at her own imagination. The chances that someone else had survived were so, so low. All the same, she stood from the couch and moved to one of the window frames. She reached out a hand to wipe the fog from the window, but where she touched it, ice spread outwards, like a blot of ink. With a sigh and a slump to her shoulders, she turned away, but as she did so, she could have sworn she saw something yet again from the window to her left. After a moment of hesitation, she tugged on the handle to the sliding glass door. Although it seemed frozen shut, with a bit of force she was able to break it free.
The 18 year old hadn't left the house for perhaps seven months. She'd visited her father's grave every day for the first four months after she had buried him alone. However, eventually she'd had to stop, as doing so expended too much energy, physical and mental. It was draining, and she'd known it from the get go, but that couldn't quench her mourning. Now, as her curiosity got the best of her, she finally strayed outside once more. Staring off into the distance, yes! She hadn't just been convincing herself she saw something, there was actually someone or something moving about in the nearby collection of buildings.
Closing the sliding door behind her, Alaska set off at a steady walk. Running would have cost too many calories, she knew. However, the further she got from her home, thoughts began to creep into her mind. Whoever was out there had to have been hardened by the circumstances, potentially willing to do whatever necessary to survive. Might they harm her if she was discovered, come to her home, and steal her resources? She decided it was worth the risk. If they killed her, so be it. At least she'd be reunited with her father. And it wasn't like she couldn't put up a fight, she remarked to herself with an emotion that was a sorry excuse for humor. As she walked down through the dead grass, preserved only by the cold, she left icy footprints. Yes, she could defend herself perfectly well.
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Misaki had heard something behind her, but she had forgot that thought as soon as a man walked up to her. The words he said frightened her even more, as she believed there was malicious intent behind it. She stepped away in fear, her whole body shaking. “Y-yes sir...” she stuttered, the flash revealing his face made it even worse. “W-what are you doing here...” she asked hesitantly, frightened that she had said something wrong.
As the girl neared the city, one of those brilliant flashes lit up the sky once more, stunning her. However, she was close enough that she could see the silhouettes of an assortment of people through the windows of a store. Alaska froze, shocked. There were at least three. Three other people. Three other survivors. She wasn't alone. Somehow, she wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing.
Quickening her pace just a bit, she hurried towards the buildings, though determined to simply observe them and not make her presence known. If they questioned her as to where she had come from, she might have to lie in order to protect her own supplies. While the idea of leaving others out in the cold did pain her, she knew it would be necessary. The canned vegetables and beans that she'd been steadily producing over the months was barely enough to sustain her, let alone three plus extra people, not to mention that the propane would only last her another three months or so. She was still struggling to come up with what she would do once it ran out. It wasn't like people hadn't tried to keep themselves alive; all sources of fuel had been snatched up in a heartbeat.
As she slipped silently into town, she realized that she was still leaving tracks of ice behind her. The girl grimaced. Great. She'd left a trail straight back to her home. If they followed them, they'd find everything she'd been storing up. She hoped the icy complexion of the large modern house that she'd unintentionally created would drive them away, if it came to that. Trepidation caused her to tread softly, and though she was doing her best to control this curse of hers, every five steps, it seemed, a bit leaked out, leaving small, shoe-shaped dapples atop on the snow covered ground.
The other people were holed up in a small store stocked with groceries. Silently clambering up a fire escape ladder on the side of the one story building, she then touched her hand to the roof, closing her eyes and concentrating for a moment. Ice shot forth from seemingly nowhere, forming a thick slide towards a skylight that had shattered and fallen in some time ago. This was so she wouldn't alert them to her presence with the sound of her footsteps. Tentatively moving onto it, she dug her fingernails into the frozen water as she began to slowly slip down, as intended. As the roof wasn't on much of an incline, she barely picked up any momentum, and was able to stop without much effort. Careful not to lean over the edge, she sat there, listening.
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