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The Visionary; B023 - Start
Topic Started: Jun 3 2013, 12:10 AM (3,199 Views)
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B080: Christopher Harlin Start

It had been the first time Chris had ever been on a plane. Sure, a lot of people spend their whole lives without setting foot on a plane but for Chris, it was an occasion. Hell, the furthest he had ever been before was Idaho on a summer road trip with his parents back when he was twelve. Now, while he was not an experienced traveller, Chris was pretty sure that most plane rides had a boring in-flight movie, bad food and bags of expensive snacks. Most people didn’t expect to fall asleep, only to wake up to see your teachers being killed, a snuff film and then told you were most likely going to die in less than a week. Chris would have much preferred to sit through whatever Disney film of the month that they had on the flight than this option.

He had no idea how long he had been walking, still in shock and unsure of what he was doing. Waking up in a clearing surrounded by trees, Chris had woke up and lost whatever was left of his lunch, eventually dry heaving till his eyes were filled with tears. He had thought he would have been furious, but instead all he felt was dread, a heavy feeling matched by the cold metal around his neck. Chris had little urge to fiddle around with something that could blow his head off, so he left it untouched. He had no idea where he was and the map was little help. Normally, thinking wasn't a problem; Chris acted first and let his thoughts come after. While this had gotten him into trouble before, Chris never thought it would be something that would affect his life to this degree.

Every single kid he had talked smack about and laughed at, every person he had goaded on the pitch, even the ones he had just ignored, they could have a machine gun or a machete and a hunger for blood. And what did Christopher have? Ice skates. To rub it in, they weren’t even in his size. Not that Chris thought he would find an ice rink around, even if he could skate. He had been once, fell flat on his ass and decided to do it never again. He had half a mind to throw them away, but he decided to keep onto them, tying the strings to the bag he had strapped over his shoulder. Not that he had much in his bag that was his, his Ipod, phone, and other electronics had been taken out. Seeing as Chris only checked the time on his phone, he had no idea how long he had been walking, only that he was heading vaguely north east thanks to the compass.

All that had been left was one of his hooded jackets, a pack of mints, his toothbrush and his passport and wallet in the marked bag. Sure, he had a first aid kit but what good was that when he no idea how to patch himself up, let alone anyone else. He left it in his bag, trying instead to remember what he could about SOTF. His parents hadn’t let him watch the news when it had been on and so Chris had not seen it while it had been on the first time around. He had thought it had ended, that the terrorists had been finished off. Hell, there had been survivors from the last one, more than just the one girl. There had been a rescue attempt, maybe there could be one this time. The alternative, it didn’t bare thinking about. Not yet. Chris needed to find someone, find anyone. Safety was in numbers, which was a universal truth. Animals stayed in herds, fish in schools and birds in flocks. If anything, maybe he could find someone who had a plan, an idea on what to do.

Eventually he had found his way onto a patch of tall grass, the trees cleared and a building in the distance. Buildings meant supplies, electronics and civilisation. Chris knew better than to hope for a phone or a computer, but maybe there was something there. At the very least, there could be people. He doubted that people would be killing already. After all, who the hell would just decide to turn on their classmates so fast? Although the death free day gave him an idea that hands wouldn’t stay clean for too long, Chris doubted he could kill someone. He had wished it on some people before but never to actually carry out the threat himself. The closer he got though, the more impressive the building looked. It was like something you saw at the movies, big and expensive looking, although slightly dilapidated.

Walking through the clearing, wading through the grass, he eventually made it to the building, passing an overturned and slightly rusting golf cart. At least he knew where he was on the map now. It looked big, far larger than Chris’s small home. A faded sign identified the door as a member’s only entrance and although Chris wasn't sure what club he would need to belong to enter, he wasn’t going to wait outside any longer and slipped through the open door. After pushing the door closed behind him with an audible click, Chris walked down around the building, taking a few turns down several corridors, glancing in several rooms, seeing everything from a hall stretching over a large tennis court to what looked like a steam room. Eventually, half way down the corridor, Chris heard faint voices from down the hall, where there seemed to be a large comfy looking lounge. Walking down towards the sound, he called out to announce his arrival. Last thing he needed was someone getting spooked and trying to attack him. He hoped that whoever was in there wasn't carrying a shotgun aimed at the entrance. Walking to the entrance, he held his hands out to show they were empty to whoever was inside.

“Hello?... Whoever is in there, I am unarmed, so don’t shoot me! I don’t want any trouble!”
Edited by Lexi, Jun 9 2013, 03:47 PM.
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Looking inside the room, Chris inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Both people he vaguely knew and neither of them gave the image in his head as that dangerous. Jesse was someone that he knew through social circles; although Chris couldn’t remember a time he had ever sat down and talked with the guy. The girl on the other hand, Chris knew she had been in the same classes as him from time to time but he had never even bothered to give her the time of day, hell he could barely remember her nae,. The brief flicker of distaste on her face was apparent when she saw him, although Chris was pretty sure she hadn’t been the target of one of some of his choice comments. As soon as the frown had appeared, it had vanished and he wasn’t even sure that it had ever been there, or just a trick of his potentially paranoid imagination. He guessed maybe Carmen, if that was her name, wasn’t that dangerous then. A girl that size probably couldn’t do much damage. No need to start seeing enemies when they probably weren’t there.

“Yeah, I am Chris. Its Jesse and Carmen right? You guys are the first people I have seen yet, I was so lost in those woods, I thought they would never end” he replied, slowly walking into the middle of the room. He could see some broken shards of glass in the corner, probably where a bottle had been smashed. It didn’t look like there had been a fight in here, so it was probably fine.
Lowering his hands as he walked in, Chris slowly scanned the room. They seemed to be in some kind of bar, which looked like it had been very fancy at one point in time. And while there were empty bottles and the smell of alcohol lingering in the air and holy fuck, did she have a flamethrower?

Even from just having seen them in the movies, Chris froze for a second, mind racing instantly to the times he had seen people set on fire in war movies and how fast they burned up. Thankfully, she set it down and he breathed a small sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t going to start anything. Flashing a nervous smile back, Chris removed the bag from his shoulder and dropped it down into his left hand, the ice skates making a clattering sound as they bounced off each other from the momentum. As Carmina spoke, he listened, obviously a late comer to the conversation, although it was pretty clear what she was talking about.

“Well if they were anything like me, they probably got lost. I spent a few hours at least wondering around in the woods, there could be dozens of people out there, just as confused as I was. I mean, I don’t think anyone wants any trouble yet. There is always safety in numbers, you know? Maybe people haven’t started to kill yet, maybe no-body will want too and like, who knows if anyone near here is. Maybe they just want to find a safe place to hole up till we know what to do or someone comes along and rescues us. I mean, that happened last time right? A lot of them escaped, didn’t they? I don’t know who would try to raid here, I mean, if everyone got the same kind of supplies as I did, there is enough in there to last a few days at least, even if it does look like it will taste awful. ” Chris stated, slowly realising that he was rambling and probably not helping matters. He wanted to say that he felt safe, but he had been in the room for less than a minute and even though the flame thrower wasn’t being used, didn’t mean it wouldn’t be soon. Best not to annoy them and make himself useful. Chris had never been one for plans, although right now he wished he had been.
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He thought that he should have felt a little bad about getting Carmina’s name wrong, but frankly, on a day like they had been having, being a few letters off would not matter in the wilder scheme of things. Something like that, he wouldn’t have even noticed, and would have continued to call her Caramel or Cinammon or many names that could have been given to kids by parents with odd ideas for names. But here, especially with someone who had an obvious weapon with them, maybe playing nice for now would be an advantage. Especially as it seemed he had been roped into working together with her.

While suddenly being part of a plan to create a group of people did help him feel like there would be safety in numbers, a recurring thought that he believed to be true, it didn’t mean that everyone would feel the same. For now, Jesse seemed to have a plan and Chris was always a fan of a man with a plan. Especially if it meant that he wouldn’t be left on his own on the island, prey for any psycho with a gun. If Jesse wanted to make a shelter for everyone, it was not that bad an idea. Although he had initially been unsure if Jesse was making that smart a move, the more the kid spoke, the more Chris wanted to believe he had everything figured out.

“I have been thinking of it since I woke up, safety in numbers you know? Like we get a couple of people here with us, we can be much safer than if we just walked around by ourselves. I just spent ages doing that and nearly shitting myself every time I heard a noise. I mean, its not like they will be strangers, between the three of us we will know everyone on the island” Chris stated, thinking about the logistics of going around and picking up people. Although he wasn’t sure if he wanted killers. Like, if they had to fight someone off to save their own lives, that was ok, he reasoned, but someone playing? Now that was a huge reason to make sure they were selective with who they picked, but until they found someone, that wasn’t so much of a concern.

“Like, I don’t know if splitting up is a good idea but Carmina, you could like, barricade this place up if you want to stay. You are the only one with a weapon from the looks of it, so you maybe could protect yourself better here. Besides, I mean, if I saw someone come towards me packing heat like that, I would run the opposite way” Chris mentioned, gesturing at the flame thrower. While Carmina looked like she couldn’t win a fight against a wet paper bag, burning her way out would be a pretty good alternative. But still, if she wanted to stay there, he wasn’t going to beg her to follow them. Besides, if they wanted to move fast to get somewhere and back, the boys would be able to do it better than she would from the looks of it.

“Well, maybe the two or three of us could try out the School, I think that was the closest and easiest to find. It looked like there was a road there, so it wouldn’t be too hard to find. Besides, lots of buildings, there is bound to be a few kids there. More likely than a birdhouse or Disneyland of the dead”.
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“Right, the school. Bound to be people there, although funny how we just all wanted to get out of there”.

While Chris wasn't exactly estatic to be leaving behind the seemingly secure location of the Clubhouse behind, simply hiding and letting Jesse wonder off by himself was not a wise move. Nor did he wish to remain behind by himself and have Carmina go off with Jesse in his place. It was a happy medium in his mind. Sure, he may end up in more danger because of going around, but who was to say that danger wouldn’t be lurking around the corner and coming to find him.

Better to take fate into your own hands than let the dice be rolled for you. He was pretty confident that if push came to shove, he would survive over Jesse. After all, if someone comes killing, the ones who seem to be in charge get targeted. At least, that is what he thought to comfort himself as he followed the other boy out into the wilderness, leaving Carmina behind to secure the base. Safety in numbers, so stay together.

((Christopher continued elsewhere))

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