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 Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 8:12 pm
In 2012 the world’s population was threatened by a deadly disease. After 3 months the disease slowly died out. No one person or animal had died. That is, until 17 years later. The population started to decrease at an alarming rate. Society fell apart. Anyone who had been infected by the disease had died. All others were still alive. 74.12% of the population was under the age of 16. Confused and devastated, the teens were lost. The following are accounts from the lifes of several teens from the era known as The Great Calling.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 9:23 pm
 ~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler. Chantler sat down on the couch. I'm gonna die. I need to do something now. He got up and walked to the kitchen to look at his remaining food supply. Three cans of corn and a can of tomato soup. 4 days of food. He knew what he had to do. He didn't like it but he had to do it. Rob other vacant houses. He knew that he would have to but didn't know why he held off for so long. He walked out into the garage to get a bike and a bag and he saw it. There, in the corner of the garage next to the toolbox, was a hand pump. It was typically used for blowing up things like bike tires but there was a reverse switch. He saw on a movie once where the guy stuck the hose down in the gas tank of a gas station and 12 pumped gas from the tank into his car. It would work but he decided to wait. He started by going to his next door neighbors house. It felt really weird breaking their window and climbing in. It would be well worth it though. He headed to the kitchen and found the trash infested with maggots and the place swarming with flies. He opened a cabinet door and saw a full cabinet of canned and boxed food. He quickly loaded it all into his bag and counted at least 54 cans. It would feed him for a while. He thought of one more thing. A can opener. His family had used the electric can opener like most now and he always had issues opening them. he rummaged through the drawers until he found what he needed then left. He went out the back door and then crossed into his backyard so he wouldn't be seen by anyone. he went inside and started to unload his food until stopping completely. What if someone robs me? He quickly thought of all his options and then proceeded into his hallway. He pulled down the attic door and climbed up and unloaded his food there. He went outside again and went to the next house only to find that it had already been broken into. It was the same for the next five houses he went to. He gave up and went back home. The sun was already setting and the gangs came out at night. He cooked a can of green beans on a small fire pit he made in the back yard. He went to sleep after that. He dreamed of what life used to be like and wished this was all just a dream.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 5:46 pm
 Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
That night, there was a figure roaming around alone. It wasn't frightened at all by the gangs that were lurking around every corner. It was on a search for food. Everyone had been lately. It wasn't very lucky, though. The past ten houses in a row had been broken into already. Then the figure saw it. The moon gleamed in their eye as they spotted the one house with no broken-in door or shattered windows. They walked towards it quickly before anyone else could get to it.
Suddenly, a steel-toed boot came crashing through the window of the poor house. The same boot retreated then kicked again, successfully knocking almost every piece of glass and frame off of the window. Then, the figure stepped inside, ducking down to get in the window. Clarence stood up tall, then, surveying the home. It was nice, she noted. "Gotta have something..," she mumbled, nodding her head along to the music that was playing from her CD player. "...Are we safer or in danger? Drowning in atrocities? Riot gear, the slaves are here piling corpses high. It's the rich man's war, but it's the poor that fight. More capitalist crimes, more enemies than allies. No WMD's - Who gives a ******** if they die? Just kill 'em all - watch 'em fall. Skin the world with their lies. It's a rich man's war, but it's the poor that fight! Stand up! Speak out! Strike back! Stan--Sweet! Soup! ******** yeah!" she cried, punching the air in victory. She grabbed the can, making a face at the corn. She closed the cabinet and examined the rest of the room before moving on to the livingroom. She sighed when nothing interested her. "There's gotta be more food than this..," she mumbled to herself.
She continued on, walking down the hallway. She opened all the doors, gazing inside. She found a bedroom and was about to shrug it off before she noticed a figure on the bed. "...Oh s**t..," she whispered, almost barfing. "D-Don't tell me...they're dead..." If there was any one thing that got her, it was dead things. She couldn't stand them. No matter what it was. She stood there frozen for a moment before taking a deep breath of courage and walking inside. She slowly walked over to the bed. She shakily reached an arm out to the being and shook them gently. When they shifted, she let out the breath she had been holding. "Thank ********..," she whispered in relief and slumped against the wall.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:20 pm
 Uhm... My name's Swen.
It's (Svehn) not (Swin).
Please be nice.
I-I just want to get home... P-Please don't kill me..," whimpered a blond teen. He was cowering against a wall, hands up to shield himself from the gang that was surrounding him. "P-Please... I-I just w-want t-t-to g-go h-home..," he sobbed softly, tears running down his cheeks. The gang around him just laughed at him, the leader kicking him against the wall hard, causing him to slide down. "You poor little weak b*****d. Why should I let you live? You're just gonna die by another gang tomorrow night. That or starve to death. You're just one less person to eat the food that can be ours, now aren't ya? You have no purpose in this world anymore. Ha! You shouldn't even exist in the first place! Your mum and dad didn't even want you! Probably because you're a sick little f*****t. Have a nice time in Hell, Queer," the leader snarled, spitting on the teen's face. The blond whimpered again, holding his ribs. They hurt. So did his stomach. And everywhere else. He shakily wiped the spit off, looking up at them pleadingly only to come face-to-face with a knife held an inch away from his face. "N-no... P-P-Please..." He was gonna die right there. He knew it. He just allowed his body to go limp. He gave up despite what his lips said. He gave up for good. No one was going to save him. No one dared for fear of their own lives. He was dead.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 7:34 pm
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler. Alarm goes off. Get up. Get dressed. Get poptart and coke. Stick stuff in car. Leave house. First period trig. Second English. Third A.P. World Geography. Fourth Band. I wish. Chantler awoke after what seemed to be a nightmare. He heard faint music. It was one of his favorite songs. No still dreaming. Wait. Thats real. He opened his eyes and listened to the music. He heard the cabinet doors close and his heart stopped for more than one reason. There was some one in his house and he hid all the food in the attic. Thank god for that. The music got closer and closer untill it was in his room. He thought he died untill he remembered the gun. The shot gun he left on the side of the bed under the stuffed animals. He grabbed it and stood up pointed it at the head of the shadowy figure. "What are you doing here." Chantler said. "What do you want from me?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 7:48 pm
Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
Clarance held her hands up in defense. "Whoah, whoah! Dude! Put it down! I came to get food, but now that I know someone lives here, I changed my mind. You can have the ******** soup. Just don't shoot." She held the can out to him. "Just tryin' to survive here. I swear. I have no weapon, and I'm givin' you back your food. Now I just wanna leave so I can go find an empty house to take from, alright? I won't come back. Swear on my music." She stared with her wide eyes into his. They stood there for a moment in silence. "Soo... Ya gonna let me move without shootin' my ear off or what?" she asked slowly and carefully, giving him a questioning gaze. "Unless you wouldn't mind having a girl for a roomie, that is..," she suggested slyly, a grin working its way on to her face. "How 'bout that?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 8:39 pm
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler. Chantler smiled. Friend. Its good to have a friend. "Well that would be nice. If your part of any gang you cant live here though." he shyly said. After listening to her reply he smiled in relife and sat down. "I have a plan. Unlike most people in the world now, I try to stay away from gangs and stealing." he said, "I felt horrible after I robbed my first house. That was earlier today. If your good at this stuff I can help and we could have a sort of Alliance. As long as it dosent turn into a gang."
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:02 pm
Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
Clarance grinned and plopped down beside him, hugging the soup to herself. "Dude, that's fine by me. But I gotta know... This house is pretty damn big and you said you robbed a house today? I know you have to have more than corn and tomato soup. Where's the stash of the goods?" she asked curiously, nodding her head to the music again. When the song changed, there was a pause of silence. Or there was supposed to be, anyway. Instead she heard some guys laughing outside. Her hands got balled into fists when she heard the high-pitched laughter. One of them stood out among the rest. That was her ex. The leader of that damn gang. "Excuse me a moment..," she growled, teeth gritted as she marched to the livingroom. She peeked out the front window and saw the gang walking away from a large lump on the ground. "s**t! Oi, come help me with something outside real quick-like!" she called back to her new ally. She made sure the gang was gone before dashing out of the door towards the body. She lifted his head adn shoulders up into her shakey arms. The poor boy was bleeding from his throat from a deep gash in it. "Hurry! We need to get him inside and bandaged up!" she cried, lifting the upper half of his body up off of the ground to try and force the bloodflow to slow a bit. She propped him up on her knees and ripped a sleeve off of her cloth jacket, tying it around his neck firmly. "s**t, s**t... Don't die... Don't die in my arms, please..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 3:27 pm
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler. Chantler ran out of the room following Clarance. Chills travled down his spine as he saw the bloody body she was dragging into the room. There was a wide slanted slash in the boys throat. He ran through the dark house into an even darker bathroom. He threw open a cabinet under the sink and felt around untill he found what he needed. A first aid kit. He had no clue why they had it and it had never been used before but he was glad they had it. He ran back down the hall way and slid the kit over to Clarance. "Wait there are solar powered lights in the back yard. There not bright but its some light." He helped her drag the body to the back yard. He took a good look at the cut. Whoever did it diddnt know what they were doing because they diddnt cut the right spot to kill him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:31 pm
Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
Clarance nodded, carefully pulling the body to the back yard, making sure the sleeve stayed around his neck. She then splayed him out gently on the grass beneath teh lights and took off the cloth. She dug around in the first aid kit until she came to some gause and cloth bandages. "Hold him up so I can wrap this around his neck..," she said softly, watching as Chantler held the boy up by his shoulders. She sat down, laying her legs straight out. She allowed the boy's upper back to rest on her thighs while Chantler held his head up. She then quickly and carefully began wrapping the wound, first with gause then with the cloth bandage. She butterflied the end so it wouldn't unravel and sighed, wiping the blood on her hands off onto the grass. She stared down at his face. "He's really pretty..," She mumbled, wiping the boy's bloody hair back from his face. "I hope he's alright... I think I've seen him at school before... He doesn't really talk to anyone. Doesn't seem to have many friends... I heard he was gay or somethin'. That's probably why no one really likes him. Bunch of homo-haters." She leaned back, using her hands as leverage for her body. She stared up at the sky. "Why did this place have to get hit so bad? Why do we deserve this?" she asked rhetorically and quietly.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 6:51 pm
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler. "I dont know." Chantler said. "Lets get him inside." He went over to a flower bed and pulled out a light. "Hold this and follow me." he said as he handed her thhe light and leaned down over the boy. He picked him up being careful to support his neck. He carried him to his parents bedroom and gently layed him down on the bed. He wanted to kiss him like in one of those old love movies. It would be wierd though. "Lets check on him in the morning." he said as he led her out into the hallway. " You can have this room here." he opened the double doors to the guest room. After that he went back to his bedroom to sleep but he couldnt he tried for at least 30 minutes. He got up and slowly made his way to the room where the boy was. He sat there on the floor next to the bed. Eventualy he fell asleep with the shot gun still in his hands.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:22 pm
Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
"Thanks," Clarance said with a smile, looking at the room. It was nice. Quaint. Cute. It was cool. Before laying down, she went outside and picked up the sleeve from the ground. She looked around, noticing that there was a small in-ground pool in the back yard. She walked over to it and kneeled down beside it, scrubbing the blood out of the sleeve. She hung it over a rail once it was all out and went back inside. She would find some needle and thread and sew it back on tomorrow. For now, though, she went back to her room and stripped down to her bra and underwear. She slipped into the bed under the covers and brought the remnants of the jacket with her, hugging it to herself. Tears came to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks silently. "I love you..," She whispered before falling asleep.
The next morning she woke up and looked around. She was confused for a moment before remembering that she had somewhere to stay now. She smiled softly and got out of the bed easily, pulling on her clothes from the day before. She then walked down the hall and peeped into the bedroom the other boy was staying in. "Uh... Where'd he go..?" she asked herself. "...Damn, I didn't even get his name..." She sighed softly at her fail. She then continued down the hall to the room teh injured boy was in. She walked in that room and smiled softly at the scene. That boy was protecting him. She walked over and shook him slightly. "Hey... You know, you probably would have been more comfy sleeping last night if you would have crawled into bed with him," she commented with a smirk. "I'm sure you would have enjoyed that. Am I right?" She chuckled a bit then looked at the injured. "Poor kid... Doesn't look like he's gonna wake up today..," she said softly. "Probably need to clean that blood off of him before he starts attracting flies and whatnot..," she mumbled thoughtfully.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:54 am
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler. "Hehe, very funny." Chantler responded to Clarance. He waited till she was finished and nodded his head in agreement. "Ok you clean him up real fast and imma go take the back seat out of the hummer. We have a few errands we need to run." He walked out of the room and grabbed a set of keys off the kitchen counter. He walked into the garage and past the other three vehicles to the bright yellow hummer in the back. He pressed a button on the key and a loud beeping noise echoed through the quiet garage. The back door of the truck opened itself and revieled a very small trunk area. He pulled to latches on the bottom of the seat and pushed it down into th floorboard. Theres enough room to stick a couple bodies in here. Im sure we can fit what we need. He proceded to press the button on the key again and the door closed itself. He then went back into the house and down the hallway into the boys bedroom to find Clarance. "Hey, were ready to go." he said to her. He kept staring at the boy. He was really cute. Clarance said that he heard he was gay. That means hes not the only one. That would explain why he was beaten so badly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:07 pm
Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
Clarance nodded and walked to the bathroom while the other was gone. She searched for a washcloth and went outside to dampen it in the pool. She then went back inside and wiped the blood gently off of his face. She ended up taking his shirt off carefully and washing that down as well. She then gently ran her hand over the bruises and welps on the boy's skin. "Poor kid..," she whispered before jumping at the sound of the other's voice. "Ah, yeah, okay," she said softly. She sighed, taking one last glance-over at him. "I don't want to leave him here alone... Something might happen..." She continued to run her fingers through his hair gently. "Can we take him with us so I can keep an eye on him?" she asked the other, looking up at him. "Oh, and what was your name..?"
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