You sat in a dilapidated bus stop on the hard concrete ground. Years of wear had shown on it, seeing how no buses or even people were planning on giving it attention. The metal has long since rusted, and the glass windows were cracked. There were some broken shards on the ground, not sharp or plentiful enough to cut you. The rain washed most of them away, anyway.
Speaking of the rain, it was rainy at the moment. Cold rainwater splashed down from the stone grey skies and on the ruined town nestled in the pine forest. The brick stores built tightly against one another had long since been neglected, their windows cracked and their paints chipped. Rainwater dripped down from the many crevices these buildings had collected over the years.
Your stomach ached. It’s been long without food. Anything of value the stores once had were long since picked clean. You lacked much besides the own clothes on your back, and that you were in Indigo County, Silverpine. You knew this because you had seen signs, ones of a lost civilization where everyone had cars and lived together worried about things like the “best pie in the county!” A piece of sharp glass with a crude handle forged from cloth was the only thing in your pockets beyond the wrapper of some prepackaged junk from decades before. It was better than nothing, but it certainly wasn’t much.
Your stomach ached again, sending a ripple through your body. You had searched everywhere in the town, but there was nothing of value for your survival. The thought of leaving was crushed by your fatigue and the cold. So you sat in the bus stop. A lot of the buildings were too moldy to sleep in, so it was better than having the rain beat down on you.
Your eyelids drooped, and you yawned. After looking down the empty streets again, you lied down and closed your eyes. It was much later in the afternoon, anyway. It wasn’t like things were going to get much better, especially in the rain. You drifted off into sleep, the sound of the rain falling on the metal panel above your head providing both protection and some peaceful noises in this unforgiving world.
You woke up, feeling a little more comfortable but cramped compared to before. You groaned, and rubbed your eyes. Or at least, you tried to. As a matter of fact, you were too cramped to properly rub your eyes, forcing you to fully wake up.
The first thing you saw was a cigarette butt, underneath a car seat which you were eye level with, staring at it sideways. There was also some used food wrapper as well. Wait, what? A car seat?
You looked around. You were sandwiched between the back row of a car, and the front row where the driver’s seat was located. It sounded like the car was still moving. Feeling less comfortable compared to your bus stop, you pulled yourself up. There were a few crates on the back seats, oddly buckled with the seatbelt. You looked up at the front row. A tall and skinny young man with long hair and a jacket tied around his waist stared back from the front passenger seat, smiling.
“Hey! You’re up and awake!”
The man had a thick southern accent, and a loud but friendly voice. He scratched his head under his backwards baseball cap, and held his hand out.
“I’m Alabama! An’ this here’s-”
Just as the man, dubbed Alabama, tried to point at the person driving, they grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back into his seat.
“Don’t give out any names! We don’t know who they are yet.”
The other person, very likely a male due to their deep masculine voice, snapped at Alabama. The other man had a quieter voice, though it was much more commanding.
“Aw, c’mon! Not like they got anything on them anymore!”
It was suddenly apparent your pockets were empty.
“They could be a werewolf for all we know.”
“Those ain’t real! They’re only on them fancy film posters!”
“I’ve seen lizard people and zombies. Never count your chickens before they hatch.”
The other man wiped his nose with his sleeve. He wore a black leather jacket, and had pale and wrinkled skin. Judging from the size of his arm alone, it was apparent he had some weight on him. He wore a watch, which from the short glimpse you were able to get, was too old and cracked to possibly tell the time on it, if the hands even moved still.
The other man looked through the rearview mirror directly into your eyes.
“You’re going to get a hot meal, then we’ll send you on your way. Don’t make sudden movements, or hunger’ll be the least of your worries.”
“Shitfire, Kenny! I thought you was-”
“Oh, it ain’t like people are lookin’ for us!”
“There are, they just don’t reveal themselves.”
The other man, whose name was apparently Kenny, groaned.
“It’s fine. No point in apologizing now.”
“Ah, you know I ain’t mean nothin’ by it!”
“I didn’t think you did.”
Alabama went back to looking at you. He smiled.
“You got anythin’ you wanna say?”
NOTE: This is not a RP/CYOA type blog. This post is meant to provide some atmosphere building and adding a little context before diving into questions.
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