Soundtrack: AM180 by GranddaddyTime of Day: 2:42pmWeather: Cloudy, Light Drizzle.Nikolae, Aaron and OrinThey stood under the church, staring up at it's run-down, blasted steeple. On the sign just beside the door was not alerting anyone of a sermon, instead saying "ALIVE INSIDE" in paint. Orin cautiously opened the door. [4] Hundreds of pews, some overturned, others broken, faced the altar. Orin stepped inside, and looked to the side. He gasped and stepped back. A hanged skeleton hovered just 20 centimeters off the ground. Behind the skeleton was a wall filled with writings that read "We killed the atmosphere with fumes from the blood of the Earth, we killed God's Creations for food and pleasure, and now we've obliterated Earth and Heaven for mere material wealth, and God has abandoned us. REPENT."
Nikolae stepped in, and looked at the skeleton. "You okay? Don't worry about it... They must have thought this was Judgement Day... And that they weren't up for the mark. Humans, eh?"
Orin stared, and shook his head. "Just... Just need a minute."
Nikolae nodded. He searched the church, and examined it's defenses. It'd make a good base, but there weren't many supplies. While Aaron cut down the skeleton (He didn't want to do it, and was "--ing" all the time) Orin looked as Aaron carelessly tossed the skeleton outside.
"We'll bury it, right?" Orin said, recovering from his initial shock.
"If you want to, yes. We're not gonna bury all the dead in this city, though, so don't expect us to do that." Nikolae said, smiled.
"Look, it's just... When I see things like that, it just kinda gets to me." Orin said, sighing. "Don't rib me."
"I understand. I won't make jokes anymore about it."
Aaron grunted as he stepped in from the winter. "--ing hell! Guess who has to toss the corpse outside? Not mister --ing 'BIG -ING SNIPER RIFLE THAT REQUIRES THE STRENGTH OF --ING 19 PEOPLE!", and not mister 'I'm so --ing badass and probably has a dark --ing past'! ME!"
Orin and Nikolae simply looked at each other, then shook their heads simultaneously.
Rella, Anthony and MaeganA neon sign that seemed to have burst a long time ago hung over what looked to be a supermarket. The windows were boarded up. The sign read "MCMURPHY'S".
Anthony stepped back as the door opened by itself. It was an automatic door, and the glass was so dirty it was hard to see through, but it was surprising to see a door, even automatic, open. It had been a while. Anthony stepped in, and looked around. There was a smell of rotting goods, still there even if the goods had gone from "Rotten" to "Stain", but there were rows upon rows of canned food and plastic bottles of water. There must have been 34 cans and 14 bottles total. This was a cache of undiscovered food.
"Rella, Maegan, we're eating tonight!" Anthony said, grinning with happiness.
Health: Good
Inventory:
Beret
Combat armor
Anti-Material Rifle (Anti-recoil deteriorating). [5/5], with one spare clip.
Health: Good
Inventory:
Clothes
Riot Shield
M1911A1. [7/7] with one spare clip.
Health: Good
Inventory:
Tattered SWAT Gear
First Aid. Full.
Health: Good
Inventory:
Camo Armor (+1 to knife and indirect shots)
Bowgun: [5/5] with five bolts remaining.
Health: Good
Inventory:
Sewn Flak Jacket
Compound Bow: [1/1] with ten arrows remaining.
Health: Good
Inventory:
Clothes
Gas Mask
Crossbow: [1/1], Fifteen bolts remaining.