Heaven's Decision

[Fehrant]

Albert rode on a desolated road on the way back to his town in Texas. His town was called El Paso, and though it had been fairly populated two weeks ago, the mass suicide chain has left it with a few inhabitants. It was autumn now, in this particular region this type of weather made you glad you were inside a car and not walking outside. Winter was slowly approaching, and here in Texas the hostile cold was something you felt on your bones.

Albert was riding a van that he had repaired himself. Every time he thought of it, it amazed him. Walking by this auto-repair that was abandoned, he spotted a van, which had its engine dismantled into several pieces, and left on a table, apparently left half way through repairs. He simply took half an hour, somehow knowing how a motor worked inside out, what each single piece did, why it had a certain place, and repaired the engine as if he was making a ham and cheese sandwich with a little mayonnaise.

Truth is, his car and several others on the neighbor had been victim of a lunatic and his new power. Someone, although it probably had been that old man who used to work at a museum, got a docile dinosaur which he would ride like a tame horse. Luckily at least the buildings, or most of them, had been spared. Although this made him think it would be appropriate to get a place with a basement in case some other surprise came their way.

He started to picture in his mind the framework of an airplane. He didn't know how, but it all made perfect sense in his head, and he knew that if he could get decent materials, he would be able to build it. Gasoline was not a problem to get either with all the deserted gas stations, but he had this weird theory that he could somehow make solar energy last as long as a gasoline-powered machine. His mind raced with complex mathematical equations that few could understood. He was so absorbed in it that he almost crashed.

He rented an apartment nearby his college, so he parked the van next to all the remnants of his old car and went in. There was no noise inside, and he hadn't seen many people every since his dream with Satan. He estimated he wasn't the only who had been granted power, and most likely everyone was out there playing with their new gifts, just like the old man with the dinosaur. He felt worried, though, knowing that people would turn into extraordinary beings without any control whatsoever. Although he had only spotted a corpse so far, he knew that was only a sample of what was to come.

Survival right now was his primary objective. At the moment his town was mildly safe, even though a week had passed he had witnessed only a few incidents. Feeling safe temporary however, his second priority was to put his new intellect to use. Unlocking the door to his room, there were many papers with weird technical drawings, and equations he had started a week ago. They all were ideas that would just pop up in his head.

The TV channels had stop airing ever since Satan handed out powers to everyone. Albert felt uncertainty as he didn't know what was going on with the world. Radio had stopped transmitting as well. Newspapers were not printed anymore. What had the world come to?

A loud wail echoed through all the city. Albert ran to the balcony, and spotted the dinosaur crying at the skies in pain, as a group of flying gargoyles attacked him relentlessly. They eventually got the old man too, letting him drop from a high altitude, leaving a red pond on the street of blood and gore. Albert's dreaded suspicions proved true. Some humans would undoubtedly use their powers against other fellow human beings. After all, this, as Jesus has declared, had been labeled as Hell.

Not having any strong weapons at his disposal at the moment, nor any means to defend himself, he quickly rushed inside, and hastily made preparations for departure, if necessary, every now and then peering through the window to keep an eye out on any changes on the situation.

[Sevion]

Reilly had been sleeping late again, not that it mattered. Life had no point anymore. He was woken by a fire alarm, the batteries were still good, luckily. He quickly got up to see what was happening. A couple of other people who had been staying at the motel were running threw the hall waking everyone up. Reilly then saw him, somebody had been granted with the ability to make fire. He was burning the whole motel down, he even burned a few people alive.

He quickly grabbed all his belongings, a lighter, a can-tine he had recently stolen, and his bag of extra clothes. Reilly realized it would be suicide to go back into the hall so he opened the window and climbed out. He escaped just before the pyro caught Reilly's room on fire. As Reilly was walking away he could hear the piercing cries of the other members of the motel. He could do nothing to help them. His powers weren't developed enough.


Almost all the buildings were burnt or burning. The pyro had been up all morning scorching things. There was nothing left in this town now. Reilly left the entrance and started walking down the highway.

"Maybe I'll find a town with people that aren't insane."

Reilly smiled and continued walking. He found a few burnt corpses on the ground. Reilly noticed the ground shaking a bit. Somebody was trying to create an earthquake. They obviously weren't strong enough to do any damage but Reilly sure didn't want to meet them. He had been walking for miles and was staring to get tired. He starting messing with his powers, trying to lift himself so he could take a break. He could only get himself a few centimeters off the ground. Reilly could only lift things under about ten pounds, he began tossing rocks with his mind.

"I'm gonna die out here...." Reilly chuckled and continued walking.

[Mistress Sheena]

Wake up, you have a job to do.

Bakura slept on his bed with a pool of sweat and churned as if he was having a nightmare.

“Who are you?” he asked in his mind.

He gripped the sheets from the sound of the ominous voice. There was a terrible voice inside his head and he wanted it to go away.

All will be answered in due time, Bakura. But for now, wake up!

Bakura shot up from the bed. He placed his hand upon his chest to calm himself and felt something odd. He looked down and saw an odd imprint of a giant ring on his chest, as if it was trying to break free. It was then that there was a bright golden glow from his chest as the ring revealed itself.

His eyes widened in shock from what he witnessed.

“What the heck is going on? This isn’t supposed to be real!”

Oh, but it is. This and so much more. the ethereal form of Yami Bakura said as he took control of Bakura’s body.

He took Bakura’s deck from its case and his duel disk from the counter. He slipped it on and looked over the deck. It wasn’t sinister enough to fit his style. He looked around the room and found where the other Duel Monsters cards were located. He reconfigured the deck for his style and grinned. He slipped the deck into the reader on the duel disk.

He started to walk out of the room until he came across a mirror. It was then that he realized he was still in his pajamas.

“Oh bloody hell.” He sighed and detached the duel disk and changed clothes to something more suitable for public appearances. He yawned and put the duel disk back on.

It was then that he smelt something burning. Could something be on fire?

Yami Bakura smirked as he witnessed someone with the power to control fire. It was clear to him that they had gone insane with power. What a foolish mortal. He needed to be taught a lesson.

He took his time and walked toward the fiery idiot. As soon as he got close enough to where his presence was discovered, he drew Chain Energy and restrained the fool from moving. He then summoned what looked like a dark purple fog with violet mist.

“Welcome to the Shadow Realm, you fool. Perhaps now you will learn your lesson. Be the first to wander and suffer for all eternity. If you think Earth had turned into Hell, you were sadly mistaken.”

At that moment, moaning could be heard from the countless damned souls within the Shadow Realm, passing by.

“Have fun.” Yami Bakura said as he left the Shadow Realm and went on about his business. The motel was burning down now, so he went back to the room and gathered all of Bakura’s belongings into a single duffle bag and jumped out of the second story window. He tumbled down onto the ground and got up, dusting himself off.

He looked at the surroundings and noticed what used to be a thriving large city turned into a barren wasteland. Somewhere in this world were the six remaining Millennium items. He was going to find them all no matter the cost.

“So God and Satan really exist, hmm? No matter. They shouldn’t interfere.” He thought to himself as he walked along a dirt road, looking for a means of transportation.

[Auron's Blade]

Chad stared out over the flat land that was called Texas. Oh how long had it been since all of this had started? It seemed like an eternity. This whole thing, this ordeal, seemed like a dream. But Chad had dreams, one in particular that was very strange. Which brought up the question, can you dream in a dream? No, chad didn't think so. So it must be real. Plus dreams usually don't span weeks. No, unless Chad was in a coma and this was his comatose mind's attempt to wake him. Yes, maybe he would wake one day and his Father would be holding his hand. All of the life support computers around him, the soft ping of his heart beat. If only that were true, then there was hope for Chad. But so far in this dream, hope had yet to show its beautiful face. No everything was bleak and desolate. Just as this hell hole of a place to be.

As Chad thought of all of these things, his gaze was fixed on a series of buildings in the distance. Fort Fraggot, the leading military base on the Texas Gulf coast. Two years it had been since Chad had last been here. But Chad did not miss this place. The time that he spent there was hell. How ironic it seemed to him now, that he would seek this place out for refuge from the outside world. For now everywhere was hell, anywhere you went it was there.

As the chain link gate grew larger in the Chevy's windshield, Chad reached into the back seat. He pulled a handgun from under his jacket, a Glock it was. He slipped it into the front of his pants, just in case the soldiers at the Fort were hostel. Chad knew most of the men that lived on the base, but in the last week, people had changed. Ever since the 'powers' were given out, people were acting crazy. But that is the flaw of mankind, give him something and he abuses it. Be that something money, power, any number of other things. It was a underlying instinct in every man, the want for more, greed.

But this was not the time for philosophical thinkings. Chad's car had pulled up to the gate and he found it wide open. He pulled inside the main compound of the Fort. But everything looked deserted. Chad got out of the car and started to look for any signs of life. None.

He made his way to the main garage and found it empty. All of the trucks were gone.

"Must have packed up and left..." Chad mumbled as he made his way to the barracks.

Inside was a horrifying scene. Bodies littered the floor and on closer inspection, Chad found almost all of them had self inflicted gunshots to the head. A mass suicide. Oh, how it angered him, the cowardliness of some people. To end it all because it looked like the future was going to be hell. Damn them!

But Chad could not say too much as he himself had almost committed that final act. But strength and the willingness to live persevered.

He made his way out of the barracks and entered the main building. He knew that the armory was in the back.

He started towards it, the hopelessness of the whole thing overwhelming.

[Fehrant]

Albert took a hand bag and packed it up with winter clothes, an extra pair of shoes, nutritious snacks, and basic tools like a swiss army knife should any emergency come up. He peered through the curtain, surveying the situation outside once last time before he descended. The dinosaur gave one last cry, before he fell on the ground with a loud thud that resounded through the whole town, making the earth shake a bit. The blood thirsty gargoyles feasted on the body of their fallen prey, which given the size, gave Albert a strong gut feeling and made him lost his appetite for the time being. Just as he was about to avert his eyes from the disgusting sight, he spotted a man amidst the flying creatures. Because he wasn't being eaten alive, Albert assumed he might have some power over the gargoyles.

"Personal hell indeed," Albert mused grimly. "The worst enemy of the human race, is none other than themselves. I'm not sure if it was an accurate statement to say this was going to become hell; it might have been hell all along."

Snapping out of the philosophical trance, it was time to flee to safety. He was unsure where exactly at the moment, having his mind preoccupied with making it to his van alive. He locked his apartment's door. Looking at his keys, he realized the futility of what he had just done. He placed the keys on his bag anyway, and made his way down through the stairs; the town still had electricity to take the elevator, but Albert was being precautious.

He tossed the bag on the driver's seat, and started the engine. The eerie silence made him a little nervous as cold engine slowly warmed up. He had spotted the creatures on the east side of the town, so he was going to exit west, wherever that might lead him. No cars present, the traffic lights a mere decoration now, he stepped on the gas quickly reached the highway, breathing more relaxed now.

Now that he was more collected, he started to consider his available options. This situation had made him realize that his new power at the moment would not guarantee his safety in any fashion, unless he started to work on something. Besides, where there any people like him struggling and wanting to survive instead of going on a killing frenzy? Finding survivors that still retained there humanity was definitely a plus, but how could he find out without risking his life? Coming back again to the same point, he needed something to help him confront any possible trouble that could come his way. It would be no problem building a fighter plane with his knowledge, but what good would that do? He was bound to land eventually.

A sign on the road read, "Fort Fraggot, 2 miles". He would certainly have plenty of material there, and plain weapons, but the problem was whether or not he would encounter a human who wanted to try out his new powers of Albert. He knew better than to be curious, but right now the situation dictated he get his hands on some type of weapon until he could come up with something better.

Making the right turn, he decided to head there. As the fort came into view, he stopped the van, and left it parked next to the trees on the side road. The rest of way he would do by foot to avoid blatant detection. He took his swiss knife, not only a versatile tool, but his only weapon and left the rest of his items on the van. The thought of stabbing something with swiss knife made him cringe, but he wouldn't throw his life away. He would do what he must.

The entrance had the barrier down, so no vehicle would be able to pass without breaking it. There was no guard, however, or any sign of military personnel. He walked quietly next to the walls, and behind any objects, trying to find any useful items or weapons on the way.

[Acheron]

For one of the few times in his life, Wyatt didn't mind when the autumn breeze blew open his french doors out to the balcony of his New York apartment. Thanks to his job, well his former job at the United Nations, Wyatt was able to afford a pretty nice apartment on the Upper East Side, so nice that it had an overview of Central Park. While plenty of people were gone from the city and those who were left found themselves struggling to survive, life wasn't all that bad for Wyatt at least not at the moment. The demons had been making their own way through the apartment building, going on a system of destruction and Wyatt knew that his apartment was close to being next in line. He didn't think about it too much though, as the first thing he did when he got out of bed was walk over to the open doors and take a step out onto the balcony. Even with the cool autumn morning, the air was still heavy like usual and New York looked like something from a drug induced stupur. Buildings, if they were standing, looked like they were mostly destroyed while the streets had been filled with plenty of abandoned and ruined cars, busses, almost every single mode of transportation. What was possibly the worst sight though, was either the dead bodies that had been on the street or the survivors that would soon join them.

"Gotta love New York", Wyatt let off a small smile as he left the balcony and returned back to the apartment.

He took a leisurely shower and took his time with grooming himself afterwards. Once finished with all of that, he walked along the wooden floors of his apartment to the bedroom where he had a suitcase packed for what seemed to be like a trip. Wyatt had decided that he would be leaving the city; while he had things going pretty good here, stronger monsters and demons were gathering in the city every single day, he knew when a good thing was about to go bad. He didn't pay any attention to the dead body on the floor next to his bed, while she had been a nice woman, she could manipulate gravity and that wasn't something that Wyatt wanted to take a chance with. The world had become a place of survival and when Wyatt feared for his the night before, he placed a couple bullets in her. Without another thought, Wyatt continued with getting dressed, grabbed his car keys and suitcase, then made his way out of the apartment.

[Auron's Blade]

Chad stood before the black steel door that lead to the armory. He sighed, knowing that tools of death laid right behind this simple door. But these tools were a necessity. This hell of a existence was a dog eat dog place. The dog with the sharper teeth would win.

Chad tried the door handle, but found it locked. So he would have to open it the hard way. He reached for his pistol and pulled it from his waistband. The gun was already cocked and loaded, so all he had to do was flick the safety off. Chad pointed the gun at the lock on the door and fired twice. The bullets bore through the brittle steel and destroyed the lock. Chad kicked open the door and looked inside at the armory.

There were racks all around the walls, each with various weapons placed on them. In the center of the room there was large shelfs with all kinds of ammunition and explosives. Chad walked in and looked for the 9mm ammunition. He found it and took several shells from the box, placing them in his pocket for later. Next, he walked over to the racks and grabbed a shotgun, a 12-gauge. He found the shells for it and loaded eight into the gun.

He left the armory and made his way towards his car, the shotgun hanging leisurely at his side. Once outside, Chad had the strangest feeling, like someone was watching him. He looked around carefully, but discreetly, his grip on the shotgun tightening. He didn't see anyone, but the feeling was still there. The Chevy came into view and Chad quickened his pace. He threw open the driver side door and turned the key slightly forward. The car's electronics turned on and Chad turned the radio up. Static was all that was heard. Still no radio broadcasts. He sighed deeply, thinking that he could be the only left in this hell hole. But then that uneasiness came over him again, like something else was near. He looked around and still saw nothing. Then it dawned on him, maybe that something was invisible. If he could turn invisible, then someone else could have gotten that gift. He pumped a shell into the shotgun's breach and grabbed a duffel bag from the back seat. Chad jumped out of the car and jogged back to the armory.

Once inside, he began stuffing guns into the duffel bag. He threw in several pistols and ammunition for the shotgun and the rifles. Then he grabbed two sub-machine guns and stuffed them in the bag. Next he pulled two M-16s from the racks and placed them next to the bag and then he picked up several fragmentation grenades. The last thing he got was a high powered, bolt action rifle with a scope mounted upon the sight rail. this was laid next to the other rifles. Satisfied with his bounty, Chad snatched up the bag and made his way out of the building. The rifles would be picked up on a second trip as there were too many to carry.

Once outside, Chad had the same feeling of something watching him. He shrugged it off this time, the job at hand more important. He got to the car and threw the bag into the back seat along with the Glock. Chad figured that the shotgun would be enough protection. He once again jogged back towards the armory, but this time he saw something. It was just a flash of movement, but it was enough to stop Chad in his tracks. He scanned the area where he had seen it. Nothing. Whatever it was, the thing was trying to be sneaky. Well, then Chad had to be sneakier. He began to walk again and entered the building.

He ducked behind the doorway and focused his mind on his power. He had only tried this a couple of times, but sure enough it worked, his body slowly becoming invisible. Chad looked down at his hands and then realized something.

The shotgun was still visible.

"Oh shit...." Chad mumbled as he tried to figure out a way to bypass the problem. He could just leave the gun, but then he had no weapon to face the intruder. But maybe there was another way. He focused on the gun and then on his power, thinking that maybe, just maybe it would work. Chad stared at the gun and brought forth all of his power, sweat breaking out on his invisible forehead. His entire body was heating up, his hands the hottest. He pushed with all the mind power he had, his brain about t explode. Then to his amazement, the gun slowly became invisible.

"Holy shit, it worked!" He whispered excitedly. The gun was not entirely invisible like Chad, there was still a shimmer that outlined the shape of the weapon. But it was not that noticeable. He stretched his head out of the doorway and looked again. He saw movement and slowly made his way out. He had to make sure that his footsteps were not noticed. He moved slowly around the side of the building and then saw the intruder.

He was a pale, skinny looking guy, didn't seem like he would be hard to beat in a fight. But no matter, as Chad had the shotgun in his hands. He continued to move slowly, crouched, making sure the man's back was always towards him. He could feel the power giving out, the invisible gun draining a lot of the power.

The power gave out just as Chad was within five feet of the guy. He stood up and took the last steps towards the man. He shoved the barrel of the shotgun into the back guy's neck.

"Okay ass wipe, tell me your name and why the hell your here." Chad growled at the man. He had to be aggressive or the man could quickly turn the tables and strike. "And no funny shit or I'll splatter your pretty brains all over the ground."

[Acheron]

When Wyatt had the same dream that so many others did, he didn't know if anyone had gone through it at the moment but he really didn't take it seriously. That night he had been at a pretty hardcore party, while he didn't drink a lot usually, he went to the bottle with a reckless nature during that party. He had vivid dreams before, this one really didn't feel any different from the ones that had come before it; he had no reason to actually believe that Satan was going to grant him some power that he had thought of. It actually took him a few moments during his dream to figure out what power he would decide to have. Part of him wanted the power to control fire, he often had to translate for various world leaders and speak on their behalf as they wanted to talk about nothing besides W.M.D's and biological warfare, all that speaking of weapons sometimes made him wish that the men who wore all sorts of expensive suits, actually acomplished something in their time at the Headquarters; instead of bickering like little children all day. Another power that crossed his mind was the one that the woman he killed had, that was the power to manipulate gravity. Wyatt figured that would have been an interesting power, seeing how everything in the world was at gravity's mercy. In the end though, after what seemed like forever in the dream, he finally decided that he wanted to be able to manipulate magnetism.

Most of the world was made of metal, New York City was a prime example and Wyatt wanted nothing more than to be able to bend as much of the world as he could, to his will. He was tired of the people who knew nothing of the struggles of the poor making choices for them, it became apparent to him during his job that very few "world leaders" knew how the actual world worked. He knew before the world turned into a living hell that it was a world of survival of the fittest, if you weren't going to kill then you more than likely would be killed. While he had big plans for the future, the present was more important as now his goal was to leave the city and head for Sandy Hook, New Jersey, where he decided he was going to make a mini-base out of the old military batteries that called the place home. Wyatt had been there once during the summer of last year and loved how the structure of the batteries still remained. Plus, if he was able to assume control of the Twin Lights then he would be able to signal people along with having a good place to stay. No matter what Wyatt knew that he would be leaving the city today, however possible.

Wyatt had a black BMW Z3 in his ownership but he wasn't stupid enough to think that he would be able to drive to New Jersey and make his way down to the Shore. Not only would all the demons, monsters and whatever sort of creatures were out there would be interested but it wasn't like he would have the time to stop and get gas if he needed some. Though it was much larger and might draw more attention, Wyatt decided that he was going to drive to Penn Station and from there he would be getting on a train to Long Branch, New Jersey. He made his way down to the parking garage via the staircase and hoped that everything would be in decent order down there, the last thing that he really wanted to deal with was a hassle before his trip.

[Fehrant]

(OOC: Auron's Blade, I'm unclear if at the end when you say your power "gave out" you mean that the shotgun became visible, or your character entirely. I'm going to assume the latter, but I can always fix my post)

"Okay ass wipe, tell me your name and why the hell your here." A voice growled at Albert. "And no funny shit or I'll splatter your pretty brains all over the ground."

He realized this was it. Either he had found a desperate survivor like him, or a maniac about to end his new short life. Although considering the current situation, he had been hold up instead of having his brains blown off without any notice that would indicate that, at the very least, the man had some consideration towards meaninglessly taking someone's life. That, or he wasn't blindly aggressive.

Albert raised his arms. "Please, don't shoot!!" He shouted. He had thought it all very rationally, but feeling the cold shotgun on the back of his neck was a different matter. He genuinely felt worried. "My powers present no immediate threat to you! I just had my intelligence expanded, that's all!! I don't have any weapons, except for this swiss knife." His nervous hand went to his pockets, and he quickly dropped the knife that sank on the snowy ground. "There, I'm unarmed!"

Albert, still agitated, tried to calm down, as he sallowed down his excessive saliva. "I'm going to turn now," he declared. He slowly turned, and faced his captor. A tall, menacing man stood with a shotgun pointed at Albert's face. He was not overly muscular, though he towered over Albert's average height. He had a strong orange hue to the skin, making him look like a foreigner or someone of Indian decent.

"My name's Albert Nestin. I just came here looking for a weapon, because my town is being patrolled by a gargoyle controlling psycho. My head is being filled with all these blueprints and ideas, and I feel capable of building things as easily as you can make a sandwich." He smiled timidly. "I think I can even manage to dismantle and put together again a gun, even though I never held one in my life."

"Please, I just want to survive this hell. If you want, I will just leave this place. If not, then I'll gladly have our powers combine their strengths to have better chances of survival."

[Sevion]

(OOC sorry for the short post, Ill have time to do longer ones later on)

Reilly had been walking for hours now and noticed a sign reading Fort Fraggot, 2 miles." Reilly, trying to think rationally over his thirst thought "Maybe, just maybe, it will be safe there. Reilly began to walk a bit faster. He could see the fort off in the distance, it looked big but he thought he saw people there.


Reilly started to run, he got closer and closer until he stopped, dead in his tracks. He saw a man holding a gun, and another man turned around. He went and hid behind a truck parked by them.

He listened to their conversation and after a while they started calming down. Reilly was planning on going out but wanted to make sure he had some line of defense. He pointed at the side mirror of the car and made it move towards him. His powers seemed to be getting better, that was really easy.

Reilly got up and walked out from the car with his hands up.

"Don't shoot, I just want to meet people that can help me...."

[Mistress Sheena]

Bakura walked along a highway road, hoping to find some form of transportation. Without any luck, he found a sign that said “Fort Fraggot; 2 miles.”

“About bloody time I find something useful in this wretched land.” he thought to himself.

He kept walking until his Millennium Ring started to glow. They pointed in what looks to be the southwestern direction. Could one of the other items be nearby? It couldn’t be this easy.

Before he set off to the direction provided by the ring, he decided to drop by the fort for some extra equipment and a mode of transportation. Provided there were left over Hummers in the area.

He arrived to the base from the rear entrance and hopped over the fence. When he stood back up and turned the corner from a building, he saw something amusing. What he saw was a ruffian holding up a scrawny person. Obviously they both had sanity; otherwise the lanky nerd would have bit the dust without any such warning. Perhaps they could be of use to him.

Bakura took a step closer when another person stumbled in on the action. He was too far away to hear what any of them was saying, but he figured the gist of it was all a misunderstanding somewhere. How typical of these foolish humans.

Before his patience grew anymore thin, he decided to join in on their petty conversation. Since he was coming in from the rear instead of the front, it would seem that he emerged from the shadows, which is just the impression that he wanted to give these fools.

Just to draw some spooky attention; he began to gather just two handguns and several cases of ammunition. He always wanted to try out a handgun, and now was his chance.

The noise of gathering his supplies must have drawn their attention, and so he walked out from the shadows with a smirk on his face.

“It seems that our minds have thought about the same thing, hmm?” he said. Although his grim presence didn’t fool any of them. They were suspicious of him, and rightfully so.

After he moved closer, the last person to show up was recognizable now. He saw him outside the hotel that went ablaze.

“Ah… I remember you. You stayed at that burning hotel a few hours away, am I right?” he put on a sadistic grin.

“I wouldn’t worry about that pyromaniac any longer. His soul has been sent to the Shadow Realm, to wander for all eternity.” He chuckled softly.

He cleared his throat. “I think Bakura can take things from here.”

With those last words, Yami Bakura released Bakura’s body and Bakura passed out on the ground floor. His legs trembled as he sat up slowly.

“Where…am I? How did I get here…?” He grabbed a hold against a wall to help himself up. “My legs… I can hardly feel them at all. I can’t even stand up.” He slid back down against the wall. He sat against it to support himself.

“….Who are you people?”

[Acheron]

The roars, the screams, all the feral noises from outside could be heard by Wyatt has he sneaked around the parking garage in order to get to his car. As he bent down to hide behind each car that he came across, Wyatt could hear the noise of what had to be one of the many zombies in the city feeding on some new flesh. When he lifted his head above one of the cars he could see that the person being made into a meal was Tony, the car park attendant for the apartment building; he had since become feared as Tony did all he could to stock pile any weapons that he came across and Wyatt believed the man to be a cannibal now. None of that matter though, for as the zombie continued to feast on the man, Wyatt made his way over to his car and was able to get in without having much of anything to worry about, the drive to pen station would only be about five minutes; unless any of the big threats decided that they wanted to come out and play.

Even though not many things made Wyatt nervous or worry, from the second that the tires of his car hit the city pavement, his nerves were completly on edge. He could see that there were at least a thousand zombies moving around the city, inside and coming out, which wasn't a good thing for Wyatt. He pressed down hard on the accelerator knowing that whenever there was a large group of zombies, something bigger and smarter would be coming to feast down on them. Wyatt made it off of the block easily but when he adjusted his rear view mirror, that's when he started to fear.