Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Aug 25, 2010 10:44:28 GMT -5
The house was simple, and while some things in it were slightly expensive or extravagant, nothing seemed to be 'too much'. It was merely the nice things anyone with a decent amount of money would acquire. Some decent leather furniture, a nice television and sound system, and mostly basics for the rest of the house. Though nicer basics than the more impoverish dealt with.
It was here that Michael Stanley, the man the whole world simply knew as Warrior, enjoyed retirement. A combination of good money handling, as well as continuing merchandise deals with EUW and occasional appearances allowed him to live just fine. No, not like some 'Bill Gates' or 'Michael Jordon', but that didn't matter. Money wasn't something he stressed over anymore, and that was plenty for Warrior. He did not live alone though, far from it.
While he had lost the love of his life some time ago, Warrior lived cozily with his now thirteen year old daughter, Kendra. Sadly, Mikey, their last dog, had passed away mainly of old age. Kendra was devastated, but Warrior took this difficult moment to help her understand that not everything lasts forever. Mikey had been sick, and he helped her to understand that he has finally stopped being in pain and gone on to a better place. As hard as it was, that was as much explanation as he could give her. Kendra pushed through though, having inherited her father's 'nothing's gonna bring me down' mindset. She got past this difficult moment, and still enjoyed living only with her father.
It was this cozy existence Warrior had truly been hoping for all his life. He had fought and clawed for everything, physically and otherwise. Constantly being pushed down, and persevering. Warrior pushed through the death of his first daughter, later finding out about his second. Just when things calmed down a hair, an old friend murdered his ex-wife and true love. Every time things got settled down, shit hit the fan once again. As much as he hoped this would not be the case and that this would finally be the time Warrior would stay cozy and relaxed, sadly that wasn't even close to what would happen.
I still don't know what happened exactly, though I do not expect to any time soon. I only remember what I saw and the immediate actions we took. I do not remember how long ago, time seems to all run together nowadays. Yet some time ago, I awoke late at night to what sounded like a loud explosion. I bolted to the window and saw what appeared to be fire off in the distance. Immediately, I bolted to Kendra's room to check if she was okay. Thank god she was, so I woke her and told her quickly to get dressed. There was no time for personal belongings, only enough to get dressed and underground. The town I lived in was practically built on top of a mountain, and the weather up there had long been unpredictable. While there weren't many huge disasters, when the town was built it was made sure that preparations were made and set in place in case such a disaster happened. Every single home had a bomb shelter style basement, one I kept stocked with odd and end necessities for what I perceived to be any occasion. Even now I didn't remember what was in it, for I hadn't been down there in years. Stocked during a more violent time in my past, there was truly no telling what I would find.
Kendra and I were both dressed, and now was the time. I flung open the doors and ushered her down before me, coming quickly in just after. The doors slammed shut, loud and heavy, as I latched them and proceeded down. I flicked on the few lights down there, and we simply found a place to wait. What followed was the most frightening silence I have ever endured. I was as scared as she was, and did not say a word. Just the same, Kendra could not even bring herself to ask me what was going on. Somehow I feel she understood what was happening to the same extent I did. At thirteen, she knew something big was happening and that I likely knew only what she knew. We waited for two whole weeks down there. In time we did find stuff to do, whether it be sit and talk or play trivial games simply to pass the time. I had to do anything I could to cheer her up and take her mind off the situation.
There was food and water, plenty to last for maybe a month or two. As well, I had an entire stockpile of weapons. I suppose my mind was preparing for war, or at least that's what it looked like. Then again, that's not too farfetched an idea for the man I used to be. I had no clue what we would encounter upon exiting, and I had to prepare for the worst. A small flak jacket, for which I still was unaware why I had, seemed to be the closest thing to fitting Kendra's size. Despite it being big enough, Kendra left it unzipped over her child-like blouse. I had a few quality pairs of dark goggles, which we each donned. Finally, I adorned a full kevlar vest. What a ramshackle bunch we surely looked like. I stood in jeans, and old shirt of my own, a kevlar vest, and a pair of goggles. While she stood just over five feet tall, she would likely be more frightening to an outsider than even me. Imagine a thirteen year old girl wearing jeans and a nice blouse, with a slightly too big flak jacket over it, and military grade goggles on.
While I never saw a use for it before now, over the last few years I had taken Kendra out to a shooting range a few times. Perhaps it was the 'maybe I wanted a boy' ideal, but despite her girliness at times she loved this. She was also a frighteningly good shot for a thirteen year old girl. Hell, she was a good shot for a twenty year old guy. I had never had her learn more modern pistols, instead she preferred and I preferred to teach her to use old-school revolvers. Luckily I had one of these handy downstairs. She had two .357 Magnum revolvers, one holstered on her left side and the other at the ready. On the contrary, I preferred a slightly larger firearm with a bit more punch. A high quality combat shotgun was my weapon of choice. We both wore ammo belts over our jackets, packed to the brim with a bit more ammo as well placed in our travel bag. The bag didn't have much, simply some extra ammo, first aid materials, a bit of food and water, and a few grenades just in case. I slung it over my back, holding the shotgun ready. She stood just beside me, holding her revolver and ready to fire if need be.
I unlatched the doors, as the suspension built and we had no idea what to expect. With one huge push, the large metal doors opened and we stepped forward into a whole new world. Everything we knew was gone. The world had begun again as it seems. Charred and crumbled remains of our house seemed to collapse only away from our doors. Making it easy to get out, but only magnifying the way the damage appeared once we were out. Off in the distance, it appeared the entire town was gone as well. Here we were, supposedly the only ones left, on top of a mountain in Colorado and looking out at a barren wasteland. We had no idea where we were going, but we knew where to go. The only logical approach, go down the mountain. There was a slightly steep road heading down, winding through that would likely take us a few days journey to reach a highway on the mainland.
We stepped forward, and that very moment our calm fright was awakened by a loud and carnal yell. A good fifty to sixty feet from us stood a few men, appeared burned and hurt, but determined to fight. You would think, seeing them at first, that they couldn't move very fast. You would also be very very wrong. They let out another and suddenly ran towards us as fast as possible. Neither Kendra nor I froze in the moment. Instead, we both took took to action. I swung my shotgun into position, waiting only a moment for my enemy to get within perfect range. Kendra held her revolver high, taking a moment to aim and perfect her shot. They reached within about fifteen feet of us and we both made an immediate shot. I caught my target square in the neck, while Kendra hit hers square in the center of their forehead. Both went down, motionless and obviously dead. We took some cautious steps forward to the corpses. I then caused Kendra to jump in fright, as I quickly loaded another round into him. She looked at me puzzled, as I simply said “Rule Number Two honey. Double Tap.” She giggled and nodded, before firing one more revolver round into the head of her target.
We don't have a long-term goal as relates to what has happened. We are merely a family. A family looking to survive. [/i]
It was here that Michael Stanley, the man the whole world simply knew as Warrior, enjoyed retirement. A combination of good money handling, as well as continuing merchandise deals with EUW and occasional appearances allowed him to live just fine. No, not like some 'Bill Gates' or 'Michael Jordon', but that didn't matter. Money wasn't something he stressed over anymore, and that was plenty for Warrior. He did not live alone though, far from it.
While he had lost the love of his life some time ago, Warrior lived cozily with his now thirteen year old daughter, Kendra. Sadly, Mikey, their last dog, had passed away mainly of old age. Kendra was devastated, but Warrior took this difficult moment to help her understand that not everything lasts forever. Mikey had been sick, and he helped her to understand that he has finally stopped being in pain and gone on to a better place. As hard as it was, that was as much explanation as he could give her. Kendra pushed through though, having inherited her father's 'nothing's gonna bring me down' mindset. She got past this difficult moment, and still enjoyed living only with her father.
It was this cozy existence Warrior had truly been hoping for all his life. He had fought and clawed for everything, physically and otherwise. Constantly being pushed down, and persevering. Warrior pushed through the death of his first daughter, later finding out about his second. Just when things calmed down a hair, an old friend murdered his ex-wife and true love. Every time things got settled down, shit hit the fan once again. As much as he hoped this would not be the case and that this would finally be the time Warrior would stay cozy and relaxed, sadly that wasn't even close to what would happen.
I still don't know what happened exactly, though I do not expect to any time soon. I only remember what I saw and the immediate actions we took. I do not remember how long ago, time seems to all run together nowadays. Yet some time ago, I awoke late at night to what sounded like a loud explosion. I bolted to the window and saw what appeared to be fire off in the distance. Immediately, I bolted to Kendra's room to check if she was okay. Thank god she was, so I woke her and told her quickly to get dressed. There was no time for personal belongings, only enough to get dressed and underground. The town I lived in was practically built on top of a mountain, and the weather up there had long been unpredictable. While there weren't many huge disasters, when the town was built it was made sure that preparations were made and set in place in case such a disaster happened. Every single home had a bomb shelter style basement, one I kept stocked with odd and end necessities for what I perceived to be any occasion. Even now I didn't remember what was in it, for I hadn't been down there in years. Stocked during a more violent time in my past, there was truly no telling what I would find.
Kendra and I were both dressed, and now was the time. I flung open the doors and ushered her down before me, coming quickly in just after. The doors slammed shut, loud and heavy, as I latched them and proceeded down. I flicked on the few lights down there, and we simply found a place to wait. What followed was the most frightening silence I have ever endured. I was as scared as she was, and did not say a word. Just the same, Kendra could not even bring herself to ask me what was going on. Somehow I feel she understood what was happening to the same extent I did. At thirteen, she knew something big was happening and that I likely knew only what she knew. We waited for two whole weeks down there. In time we did find stuff to do, whether it be sit and talk or play trivial games simply to pass the time. I had to do anything I could to cheer her up and take her mind off the situation.
There was food and water, plenty to last for maybe a month or two. As well, I had an entire stockpile of weapons. I suppose my mind was preparing for war, or at least that's what it looked like. Then again, that's not too farfetched an idea for the man I used to be. I had no clue what we would encounter upon exiting, and I had to prepare for the worst. A small flak jacket, for which I still was unaware why I had, seemed to be the closest thing to fitting Kendra's size. Despite it being big enough, Kendra left it unzipped over her child-like blouse. I had a few quality pairs of dark goggles, which we each donned. Finally, I adorned a full kevlar vest. What a ramshackle bunch we surely looked like. I stood in jeans, and old shirt of my own, a kevlar vest, and a pair of goggles. While she stood just over five feet tall, she would likely be more frightening to an outsider than even me. Imagine a thirteen year old girl wearing jeans and a nice blouse, with a slightly too big flak jacket over it, and military grade goggles on.
While I never saw a use for it before now, over the last few years I had taken Kendra out to a shooting range a few times. Perhaps it was the 'maybe I wanted a boy' ideal, but despite her girliness at times she loved this. She was also a frighteningly good shot for a thirteen year old girl. Hell, she was a good shot for a twenty year old guy. I had never had her learn more modern pistols, instead she preferred and I preferred to teach her to use old-school revolvers. Luckily I had one of these handy downstairs. She had two .357 Magnum revolvers, one holstered on her left side and the other at the ready. On the contrary, I preferred a slightly larger firearm with a bit more punch. A high quality combat shotgun was my weapon of choice. We both wore ammo belts over our jackets, packed to the brim with a bit more ammo as well placed in our travel bag. The bag didn't have much, simply some extra ammo, first aid materials, a bit of food and water, and a few grenades just in case. I slung it over my back, holding the shotgun ready. She stood just beside me, holding her revolver and ready to fire if need be.
I unlatched the doors, as the suspension built and we had no idea what to expect. With one huge push, the large metal doors opened and we stepped forward into a whole new world. Everything we knew was gone. The world had begun again as it seems. Charred and crumbled remains of our house seemed to collapse only away from our doors. Making it easy to get out, but only magnifying the way the damage appeared once we were out. Off in the distance, it appeared the entire town was gone as well. Here we were, supposedly the only ones left, on top of a mountain in Colorado and looking out at a barren wasteland. We had no idea where we were going, but we knew where to go. The only logical approach, go down the mountain. There was a slightly steep road heading down, winding through that would likely take us a few days journey to reach a highway on the mainland.
We stepped forward, and that very moment our calm fright was awakened by a loud and carnal yell. A good fifty to sixty feet from us stood a few men, appeared burned and hurt, but determined to fight. You would think, seeing them at first, that they couldn't move very fast. You would also be very very wrong. They let out another and suddenly ran towards us as fast as possible. Neither Kendra nor I froze in the moment. Instead, we both took took to action. I swung my shotgun into position, waiting only a moment for my enemy to get within perfect range. Kendra held her revolver high, taking a moment to aim and perfect her shot. They reached within about fifteen feet of us and we both made an immediate shot. I caught my target square in the neck, while Kendra hit hers square in the center of their forehead. Both went down, motionless and obviously dead. We took some cautious steps forward to the corpses. I then caused Kendra to jump in fright, as I quickly loaded another round into him. She looked at me puzzled, as I simply said “Rule Number Two honey. Double Tap.” She giggled and nodded, before firing one more revolver round into the head of her target.
We don't have a long-term goal as relates to what has happened. We are merely a family. A family looking to survive. [/i]
