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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Dec 23, 2012 0:07:17 GMT -8
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There was just too much, there was so much going on all at once. The possibility of this safe haven, all the sudden people. So many survivors. It was all so sudden for Makaio, He didn't know how to handle it. The past....he didn't even know how long it had been he had been stuck to mostly himself if not one other person. But now he was in a mall filled with other survivors who wanted to live and who had their ideas. Makaio just wanted to have some time alone, even if he was with one other person. He needed some time to just be normal, not have meetings or talk about survival but to just be normal.
Makaio found himself sitting on a bench looking at a small garden. It was small and simple yet so peaceful. Most of the flowers had already died, but some of them were still hanging on. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the mix of flowers. 'just like us...some are fit for survival and others aren't....' The thought plagued his mind. He still didn't get it, out of all the people he met in this mall, most of them seemed like they had a reason to live, something to fight for even they just deserved to live. But Makaio, He felt like he had nothing. He didn't have a possible way to get to his family, he didn't have anything to fight for. He didn't even deserve to be alive, he was scum. His parents were dead and he was now living in a world that they deserved to be in. At least they could bring hope, at least they would be some help. Makaio was just some beach bum who was lucky enough to be alive and find a gun early on.
As the poisonous thoughts ran through his mind his eyes glazed over with tears. His eyes stared blankly at the flowers, he didn't know how to handle the sudden barrage of emotions. It wasn't fair, there was no reason for this. He should be dead, there were many many others who deserved to be alive. So why him? why was he here? Could he ever atone for his sins?
Makaio sat, his hands idly playing with each other. His fingers rubbing together and cracking the next digit every few moments. His berthing was gently. As the male slowly blinked a slow tear finally broke free and rolled down his cheek. The sounds of soft footprints echoed through the eerily empty mall. Makaio quickly reached up and rubbed his face clear of the tears. Standing up slowly he turned around to see who it was walking up behind him. there were only a handful of people he wanted to see right now. He begged God in a quick prayer it was one of them as his hazel eyes found the person and his lips curved into his gentle loving smile, as if he had no worry in the world.
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Post by Abby Kramer on Dec 27, 2012 13:37:23 GMT -8
All the commotion was too much for Abby, she had always been a quiet girl, one who was not fit to be in crowds and apart of the loud hustle and bustle of life. She only found this out when she had left her small home town to go to a university in the west. Big mistake. She wasn’t cut out for the life where your face was one among thousands, just at a school. She wasn’t used to not knowing her grocery checkers name- and it didn’t help having a new one each time she went to get some real food.
After the break out, she realized how much she longed for company again, even if it was among millions. She just wanted to see a face that was not snarling at her and trying to tear out her flesh. All these people here in the mall- she had gotten her wish. She just wished she wasn’t alone anymore; it killed her to be constantly on the run and trying to look out for herself- only to find no friendly faces whenever she looked for them. But no the crowd was growing, what had she expected? Four or five? That number nearly doubled and looked like it was about to triple with the steady influx of survivors that promise was going to be sealed.
She remembered some of their names, but not all of them. Some of them didn’t even seem to see the young girl who was listening closely to hear some answer. They were all shouting over one another looking for who had brought them all here, wondering how this mall was secured, what was the cause- if any of them were infected. It was too much for Abby at the moment. She had met the doctor- Scott McCoy in the bathroom, and had met Trust as he entered behind her in the Macy’s. Speaking of which, she hadn’t seen either in quite some time. She turned from the crowd of shouting adults, whose immune systems were better than a majority of the human population. She walked a bit aways. She didn’t want to be the sheep who wandered to far from the group only to be snatched up by an infected that breeched the secure premises.
She looked at all the shops and the darkness that swallowed up the merchandise. She wondered how many looters sold their lives for a few free things. She would have thought that a mall would have been a highly dangerous location to hold up in, but the longer she lived the more this proved her wrong. She walked over to a bench where she saw Trust sitting, she was relieved she had not passed the boundary of security. At least she wouldn’t be along as she strayed. He stood and turned, must have heard her coming, she felt a little guilty- maybe he was trying to avoid everyone or just wanted to be alone, but then he smiled at her, and she felt like a welcomed sight. All these old normal feelings were strange to her, but they felt good and se would get back into the swing of feeling them.
”Hey,” she said, slipped her bandaged hand into the center pocket of her hoody, it held the other hand inside, ”You found a quiet place,” she commented softly, approaching him.
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Jan 12, 2013 9:24:25 GMT -8
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His smile grew slightly larger as he saw who had found him in his hiding place. It was Abby, a girl he had met earlier. It was great to see her again after all the confusion. Makaio stood to his feet and his legs began to carry him towards the girl. His bright hazel eyes looking her over; not in a 'I'm checking you out' kind of way but more of a 'Just making sure your okay'. He figured by her remark that she wanted a bit more quiet as well. He spoke softly as he nodded, his dreads slightly bouncing against his shoulders and back. "Yea It's weird being around so many all of a sudden..All seems like a dream or something."
His voice was gentle and welcoming. He wanted to make sure that she felt welcome. Though he was a little overwhelmed, he was happy that it was her that found him. He took a few more steps forward towards her as he reached up and gently felt her forehead. He remembered her injured hand and just wanted to make sure she didn't have a fever. that there wasn't an infection.
"How are you feeling? Your hand getting any better?
He knew it probably wasn't long enough since he last seen her for her hand to be all healed, but he just wanted to check in on her. It was only now that he was with again that he realized he was worried about her. They got separated somewhere along the line and she was popping in and out of his thoughts every few moments.
Now that he was with her again he could feel a certain joy and excitement, as well as a sense of relief that she was okay. It was odd, he wasn't sure why he felt this way about her. It was way too much to try to comprehend at the moment. He wasn't sure if it was even a good idea. But his feelings were now starting to scare him. He was worried that he was growing too attached to Abby. She was a great girl but he didn't want to let anyone, including her, get too close to him. He knew what he did to people and how he could hurt people. He couldn't do it again. Not to anyone,especially not to Abby. He was afraid he would hurt her, use her, possibly abuse her in some way. He didn't trust himself in the slightest. As Makaio smiled at the beautiful girl in front of him his heart began to ache for some reason. He still wasn't sure what his emotions were for her, but he was afraid.
"How are you holding up? See anyone you know yet?" he asked trying to simply change the subject; maybe get his mind off of the current thoughts and save some of the little sanity he has left.
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Post by Abby Kramer on Jan 12, 2013 17:24:26 GMT -8
She nodded in agreement. It was overwhelming to see everyone together, talking over one another and giving the quieter one's a headache and reminding them why they were shy to begin with. Walking over to Trust, she was already feeling more at peace. A friendly face- even if she hadn't know him for very long, was better than a pack of strangers trying to find out what was going on. She looked down to her hand, the bandage was a bit dirty and may be needed to be changed soon but for the most part it was a lot better than it had originally been.
She was glad he had told her to have it be treated and took the lead on that, she could have caught an infection, or eventually needed it to amputated... or concealed it until it was discovered and this group of possible crazies and then they would accuse her of being infected and string her up. The thought horrified her but it was something she couldn't kick. She owed Trust already for preventing her possible public execution! "It is better, thank you." she said and looked up to him. "How are you holding up?" she asked with a tilt of her head.
She looked back to the people, faces she had never seen today. Who knew their stories, or what they had to done to survive up until this point. What their views were... it made her nervous. No one yet," she shook her head, and then recalled Trust running out of the bathroom when his name was called over the intercom, she contemplated inquiring, and then thought better of it. The woman who called him wasn't with him right now, "And you?" asking like she didn't already know.
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Jan 18, 2013 15:13:23 GMT -8
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The bright hazel orbs glanced down at her bandaged hand as she explained how it was feeling. It seemed that she was doing well, though it was obvious to him she would need to change the bandage soon. But did she know that? did she had the extra bandages? It didn't really matter, either way he would help her with it if she needed it. As he glanced back up to her face a smile returned to his own.
"I'm doing fine, saying that we are now surrounded by people and I'm realizing I'm not in this alone like I thought I was."
Makaio's smooth lips remained curved into a smile. As she said she hadn't found anyone she knew yet. It was sad, and the chances of finding someone they actually knew were pretty slim. But there after today, he wouldn't loose hope again. At least not for any of them. Makaio had no hope in finding anyone he loved. Saying that most of them lived in Hawaii, they were either safe and unable to get to him. Or they were all doomed on the islands. The thought haunted him constantly, but her accepted it as a part of this hell he was doomed in. Hell it was even odd that there was anyone else alive just a few days ago he thought he was in his own hell; now there are others here with him.
Makaio shook his head lightly. "Yea...One person that I might after the event and came here with, she can be kind of overwhelming though." He said with a soft laugh as he looked at her. "I'm glad that I am here with you though...." He said softly as he looked down at his hands. Bringing one of them up and brushing a few dreads behind his shoulder before looking back at her.
"This is pretty crazy....So many people...It's hard to believe that all....that has happened. Doesn't even feel like this is all real."
Makaio said looking down at her and a smile crossing his lips as he chuckled gently. "This is a nice little escape huh?" He said light heartedly as his eyes looked into hers. He wanted her to feel safe. Like she was safe now. It was weird, but Makaio felt like he had to protect her.
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