Post by Damon Morris on Mar 6, 2015 21:38:02 GMT -5
Introduction
Where do we begin on this tale of a student entering the apocalypse. Well To set the background this tale began in early May 2013. Damon, our protagonist was a student at the University of Los Angles studying a Masters Degree in History on what would be his second of four years from home.
Damon is six feet tall and of an average build with little muscle tone but not an unhealthy figure. His hair was Dark brown and short with the front sticking up slightly. He had no facial scars but a slight stubble of facial hair. At 22 years old he has settled into the typical student lifestyle living in his small dorm room with three friends near to the campus.
Concerning students, they are what we would call a curious breed. Many are of quite a high intellect yet the maturity of these beings is quite in question. By day they give critique to the works of Karl Marx and Friedrich Nietzsche.
By night they play video games, socialize and abuse substances with high levels of intoxication commonly. Their diet would be considered as one of cheap to cook food such as pasta with the occasional fast food meal such as fried chicken and Pizzas.
Damon was indeed what would be considered an intellectual mind. One that could learn quickly and create sharp minded opinions. His family back in England were indeed nurturing and he had little psychological scar to mark his character.
He had many friends at home and was simply in America to experience a new culture and complete his studies with access to materials of study he found of use for his studies into the Second World War.
Part One- Morning Glory
Damon was currently approaching exams and upon the day of outbreak and anarchy in LA it was in fact his birthday. The night before he had been drinking with his friends to celebrate which led to him waking up face down on the staircase to his room. He checked his phone to see he had thirteen text messages from his girlfriend to see if he was awake on a day he had promised he would spend with her. The last of which said she would be heading over, what made Damon curious was the time.
That message came through at 11am, the clock on his phone however said it was now 12:30. It would not have taken Lara more than fifteen minutes to get to his halls so either she was in his room already, she had seen him passed out drunk and left in anger, or something had come up.
Damon stood and spat out what seemed to be a piece of chicken between his teeth. He then placed the keys in the door to his room and stepped inside to see Lara was not to be seen. Unsure how to react and with his head on fire he sent her a text asking if she was okay and stepped into the shower. Once having washed and cleaned his teeth he sat down on his bed and picked up his guitar.
This lovely Sunday he started playing Stand By Me by Oasis "Made a Meal and threw it up on Sunday, I've got a lot of things to learn..." After jamming for some time he grabbed a cigarette and had a smoke by the window noticing out the corner of his eye a lot of activity on the campus. It may have been a charity fun run but with his head ache he could hardly tell.
Damon boiled the kettle and started making himself a cup instant coffee whilst playing a CD he noticed a banging sound. As he turned the music down he heard Lara "Damon, Damon open the fucking door!" As he headed over and opened the door, she lept inside and slammed the door locking it before leaping at Damon hugging him and crying into his shoulder. Confused he placed his Coffee down smiling he chuckled "Look I know I'm like great and all... But there's no need to get this worked up it was just a hangover"
Her crying stopped and she stepped back looking at him for a moment in disbelief "Have you not been out this morning? Turned on the news? Even gone out in the corridor?"
Damon grabbed his cup and sat down thinking there had been some kind of shooting on campus, a murder or such. Maybe a terrorist attack or something. Lara studied Politics but he had little clue what she could be so worked up about.
"You remember that disease that has popped up on the news, well its..." She paused for a few moments "Its gotten bad. People are going crazy. The army are trying to stop all the rioting, there are looters. Dead people outside the dorm. The cops are blocking the entrance to the campus. Students are gathering supplies and heading home or locking themselves in. My parents are back in Boston"
Lara sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. Damon couldn't imagine what she felt. His mind was a race. That virus for what he had seen on the news was weird. They had been told very little about it. Like the government wanted to keep it a secret. He considered his parents not knowing how it was in England he had not Skyped home in a while. He snapped out of it and sat by Lara banging his head on the shelf above his bed. He placed a hand on her shoulder as she said "What should we do?".
Damon paused for a minute looking outside and seeing people run in circles carrying stuff he glanced to his kitchen area. He had a few tins and other foods. He pulled Lara close before looking her in the eye "Lets stay here for now. I have some food. We can see what happens. Everything looks a panic outside and your shook up... we can stay here for a few days. In times like this... I just don't want us to go out there and see you get hurt, catch this virus..."
Damon let Lara have a nap, she was clearly shook by whatever she had seen outside. He took some provisions and filled every container he had with water, he cleaned up his room and closed the curtains. He would sit and watched the news while Lara slept. His mind would race in circles for hours.
(PLEASE ANY CRITICISM IF YOU MANAGED TO READ ALL THAT, I HAVEN'T WRITTEN A STORY THAT LONG IN AGES. HOPEFULLY ILL STICK WITH IT. THAT WAS FUN)
Where do we begin on this tale of a student entering the apocalypse. Well To set the background this tale began in early May 2013. Damon, our protagonist was a student at the University of Los Angles studying a Masters Degree in History on what would be his second of four years from home.
Damon is six feet tall and of an average build with little muscle tone but not an unhealthy figure. His hair was Dark brown and short with the front sticking up slightly. He had no facial scars but a slight stubble of facial hair. At 22 years old he has settled into the typical student lifestyle living in his small dorm room with three friends near to the campus.
Concerning students, they are what we would call a curious breed. Many are of quite a high intellect yet the maturity of these beings is quite in question. By day they give critique to the works of Karl Marx and Friedrich Nietzsche.
By night they play video games, socialize and abuse substances with high levels of intoxication commonly. Their diet would be considered as one of cheap to cook food such as pasta with the occasional fast food meal such as fried chicken and Pizzas.
Damon was indeed what would be considered an intellectual mind. One that could learn quickly and create sharp minded opinions. His family back in England were indeed nurturing and he had little psychological scar to mark his character.
He had many friends at home and was simply in America to experience a new culture and complete his studies with access to materials of study he found of use for his studies into the Second World War.
Part One- Morning Glory
Damon was currently approaching exams and upon the day of outbreak and anarchy in LA it was in fact his birthday. The night before he had been drinking with his friends to celebrate which led to him waking up face down on the staircase to his room. He checked his phone to see he had thirteen text messages from his girlfriend to see if he was awake on a day he had promised he would spend with her. The last of which said she would be heading over, what made Damon curious was the time.
That message came through at 11am, the clock on his phone however said it was now 12:30. It would not have taken Lara more than fifteen minutes to get to his halls so either she was in his room already, she had seen him passed out drunk and left in anger, or something had come up.
Damon stood and spat out what seemed to be a piece of chicken between his teeth. He then placed the keys in the door to his room and stepped inside to see Lara was not to be seen. Unsure how to react and with his head on fire he sent her a text asking if she was okay and stepped into the shower. Once having washed and cleaned his teeth he sat down on his bed and picked up his guitar.
This lovely Sunday he started playing Stand By Me by Oasis "Made a Meal and threw it up on Sunday, I've got a lot of things to learn..." After jamming for some time he grabbed a cigarette and had a smoke by the window noticing out the corner of his eye a lot of activity on the campus. It may have been a charity fun run but with his head ache he could hardly tell.
Damon boiled the kettle and started making himself a cup instant coffee whilst playing a CD he noticed a banging sound. As he turned the music down he heard Lara "Damon, Damon open the fucking door!" As he headed over and opened the door, she lept inside and slammed the door locking it before leaping at Damon hugging him and crying into his shoulder. Confused he placed his Coffee down smiling he chuckled "Look I know I'm like great and all... But there's no need to get this worked up it was just a hangover"
Her crying stopped and she stepped back looking at him for a moment in disbelief "Have you not been out this morning? Turned on the news? Even gone out in the corridor?"
Damon grabbed his cup and sat down thinking there had been some kind of shooting on campus, a murder or such. Maybe a terrorist attack or something. Lara studied Politics but he had little clue what she could be so worked up about.
"You remember that disease that has popped up on the news, well its..." She paused for a few moments "Its gotten bad. People are going crazy. The army are trying to stop all the rioting, there are looters. Dead people outside the dorm. The cops are blocking the entrance to the campus. Students are gathering supplies and heading home or locking themselves in. My parents are back in Boston"
Lara sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. Damon couldn't imagine what she felt. His mind was a race. That virus for what he had seen on the news was weird. They had been told very little about it. Like the government wanted to keep it a secret. He considered his parents not knowing how it was in England he had not Skyped home in a while. He snapped out of it and sat by Lara banging his head on the shelf above his bed. He placed a hand on her shoulder as she said "What should we do?".
Damon paused for a minute looking outside and seeing people run in circles carrying stuff he glanced to his kitchen area. He had a few tins and other foods. He pulled Lara close before looking her in the eye "Lets stay here for now. I have some food. We can see what happens. Everything looks a panic outside and your shook up... we can stay here for a few days. In times like this... I just don't want us to go out there and see you get hurt, catch this virus..."
Damon let Lara have a nap, she was clearly shook by whatever she had seen outside. He took some provisions and filled every container he had with water, he cleaned up his room and closed the curtains. He would sit and watched the news while Lara slept. His mind would race in circles for hours.
(PLEASE ANY CRITICISM IF YOU MANAGED TO READ ALL THAT, I HAVEN'T WRITTEN A STORY THAT LONG IN AGES. HOPEFULLY ILL STICK WITH IT. THAT WAS FUN)