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Samuel Craig
Mission 1C
Sam didn't remember the explosion itself. He didn't remember how he ended up under a bus. What he did remember was pain. He remembers crawling out from under a bus. He was covered in cuts and bruises, it hurt. The world around him was just... gone. Everywhere he saw piles of rubble and... oh god, are those people? Rubble and brown charred people. Just thrown around like dolls or smashed against some of the bigger rubble. He pulled himself out of the bus. He crawled over a burned up leg on the way out, but he couldn't stop. He was in full survival mode, he needed to get out of this bus. He was out and he began to let it sink in. It hit him like a train. He looked up, around, everywhere but the world looked the same no matter where he looked. He happened to glance at his legs. They weren't there. In their place was a pulpy mass of pink flesh clinging to pale white broken bone. He passed out again.
After this, he thinks he must have crawled under something. He remembers lying there, curled up in fetal position for what must have been hours. At least, it felt like hours. He felt his legs again. They were fine. Had seeing them gone just been a dream? He didn't really care. What definitely wasn't a dream was around him. The world had just been destroyed. The buildings and roads had been replaced by rubble. Just destruction everywhere. An empty world filled with nothing but the splinters of buildings that once were. It felt hellish. Cars and trucks were thrown about like toys. Some of them still had their drivers in them. Charred bodies still slinging to steering wheels. Then there was the smell. From where he sat, he could smell everything. If he hadn't known where it was coming from, he would have thought it was the smell that fills the house when you cook meat. But the context is where the horror came from. Knowing that it was the smell of people who been alive. He must have thrown up; the only other smell he noticed in that hole was the smell of bile.
He wanted to go home. No, he wanted to wake up. This must be a dream after all! Yes! This was just a nightmare and if he woke up, it would be all over. He just needed to wake up. Wake up and it'll all go away. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream...
Hands started tugging on him. Was it working? Was he being woken up? He heard voices and more hands began to move him. He kept his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around him and repeated his mantra.
"It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream..."
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He looked at the doctor. He watched his mouth move and he heard the sound of his voice, but he didn't listen. He couldn't get himself in gear, he just sat there and stared straight ahead. The doctor snapped his fingers on either side of Sam's head. He flashed a light into his eyes. Sam was in complete and total shell shock. The aftermath had been too much, and he sat there, unresponsive after realizing it wasn't a dream. It was real. And he was here. And he couldn't function because of it. Despite his general unresponsiveness, tears would crawl down his cheeks every so often. He barely even noticed the light blue blanket around his shoulders.
The doctor spoke with one of his colleagues while he examined Sam. The first doctor tilted Sam's head to check his neck while he talked. Only a few words and snippets of sentences managed to bounce into Sam's mind.
"...experiencing the maj..."
"Doesn't look like there's any..."
"...is blood tests are actua..."
"...an't send him out like this..."
Sam doesn't remember what came between this and waking up again. He barely remembers being brought here. He woke up while he was lying down on something that wasn't quite soft, but not really hard either. At first he thought that it had actually been a dream and he sat up. Then he saw he was in a helicopter.
"Where am I?"
A man in a suit would be the one to respond. He looked official. The all-business, no-nonsense kind of official. He stood next to Sam's stretcher in the helicopter and cleared his throat.
"Samuel Craig, you've survived a Blast Event which occurred within The White Fence earlier today. You may be aware of the history behind the first event like this one, but protocol requires me to brief you on possible effects anyway."
The man would go on to explain some stuff about the events. He was incredibly technical and spoke quickly, like he was in some kind of hurry. A little too much of a hurry, Sam kept trying to ask questions, but the man would hold his hand up in a gesture for him to stop, and then he would continue to explain the events and what was to come.
"Because of the rather short time we have to react to this event, you'll be sent in to assist with," he looked at a set of documents he had brought out of a suitcase on the ground which had been out of Sam's view, "Assignment 1C. You'll be working with other blast-powered survivors. We would have sent you out with them, but your condition would have made that unwise."
Wait, wait, blast-powered? Assignment? What was he talking about? He was going too fast for Sam to hold on to anything, he had so may questions, but as he spoke, the helicopter began to land. What happened? Where was he? What had happened to him? Why had he seen the city destroyed? Who was this guy? Armed men began to escort him to a van. But he had so many questions.
"Wait! There must be some mistake, I'm just a regular guy! What am I gonna be doing? Wait!"
The suited man called out one last thing, but the thump of the helicopter made it difficult to hear.
"By the way, you powers involve cellul..."
He said something about powers, but what did that mean? What powers? Where was he going? The man and the crew around him were in such a rush to get him out of there, they were speeding everything over him so that he was just lost. He was stuffed into a van and sat there. They told him he'd be patrolling a wall or something. What wall? Where? Then he saw Utopia.
Oh... that wall. Oh god, THAT wall?!
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A van drove up to where the last one had dropped off the other survivors. The rear doors opened and Sam was given a pat on the back, a "good luck, kid", and practically thrown out of the van. The driver saluted the two officers and said,
"Got one more for ya, guys." The he drove away.
Sam almost chased the van as it drove away, he was so desperate to know what was happening. He instead settled for shouting and waving his arms at its shrinking image.
"Wait! Come back! I don't have powers! There must have been some kind of mistake!!!"
He saw the officers and the other survivors. An intimidating redhead with a leather jacket, a blonde lady, some dude with glasses, and a girl who seemed a little familiar. Sam sort of recognized her, he might have seen her on a poster or magazine somewhere. He doesn't remember where, but for some reason seeing something even remotely familiar felt comforting on a day where everything was being thrown at him so fast, he didn't have time to even realize what it was.
The two officers quickly explained to him he would be patrolling the wall. This wall. Utopia. He'd heard of it. He didn't know much about it except that whatever that wall was supposed to keep in was supposed to be really mean and ugly. He was offered a gun, but he didn't know how to handle one, so he didn't take one. He thought of his brother when he saw the guns. Tyler was in the marines. Tyler would have known what to do here. God, he wished his older brother was here.
He didn't say much. He just kind of went with whatever was happening with a shocked, confused expression. If he could furrow his eyebrows any harder, they'd probably get stuck that way. When it was mentioned that they'd be patrolling the walls, he didn't wanna do it alone. He went with the only person he had the faintest glimmer of recognition for. He moved himself over to Katsumi (Sam doesn't know her name yet though) and it wasn't until he was brought into contact with another human being that he realized how shitty he looked. He'd been wearing a plain yellow t-shirt which was now covered in dirt and even a little bit of blood. His jeans were torn off bellow the knee for some reason and above that, they had roughly the same pattern of grime as is shirt. Someone had replaced his shoes, probably the doctors. He wasn't sure how he lost his old shoes (or part of his pants) but his shoes were clean, white slip-on's, a clear contrast to his grimy clothes. His hair was matted and messy, but someone had cleaned his face, again, probably the doctors. Another odd little thing was that he didn't have a single scratch on him. Not even a telltale bruise here or there. Weird.
He didn't know what to do when he got to her, so he just went with the first thing that came to mind. He introduced himself only to realize how shaky his voice sounded.
"Uhh, H-Hey, I'm Sam. Uhh, I-I don't wanna walk around this wall alone, do you mind if I tag along?"
Today had been the worst day of his life. Why did he have the feeling it was about to get worse? Fuck man, he had just wanted to hang out with his pal Tony today, not do... this! It was gonna be a long day, if he even managed to see the day end, that is.
Mission 1C
Sam didn't remember the explosion itself. He didn't remember how he ended up under a bus. What he did remember was pain. He remembers crawling out from under a bus. He was covered in cuts and bruises, it hurt. The world around him was just... gone. Everywhere he saw piles of rubble and... oh god, are those people? Rubble and brown charred people. Just thrown around like dolls or smashed against some of the bigger rubble. He pulled himself out of the bus. He crawled over a burned up leg on the way out, but he couldn't stop. He was in full survival mode, he needed to get out of this bus. He was out and he began to let it sink in. It hit him like a train. He looked up, around, everywhere but the world looked the same no matter where he looked. He happened to glance at his legs. They weren't there. In their place was a pulpy mass of pink flesh clinging to pale white broken bone. He passed out again.
After this, he thinks he must have crawled under something. He remembers lying there, curled up in fetal position for what must have been hours. At least, it felt like hours. He felt his legs again. They were fine. Had seeing them gone just been a dream? He didn't really care. What definitely wasn't a dream was around him. The world had just been destroyed. The buildings and roads had been replaced by rubble. Just destruction everywhere. An empty world filled with nothing but the splinters of buildings that once were. It felt hellish. Cars and trucks were thrown about like toys. Some of them still had their drivers in them. Charred bodies still slinging to steering wheels. Then there was the smell. From where he sat, he could smell everything. If he hadn't known where it was coming from, he would have thought it was the smell that fills the house when you cook meat. But the context is where the horror came from. Knowing that it was the smell of people who been alive. He must have thrown up; the only other smell he noticed in that hole was the smell of bile.
He wanted to go home. No, he wanted to wake up. This must be a dream after all! Yes! This was just a nightmare and if he woke up, it would be all over. He just needed to wake up. Wake up and it'll all go away. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream...
Hands started tugging on him. Was it working? Was he being woken up? He heard voices and more hands began to move him. He kept his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around him and repeated his mantra.
"It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream..."
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He looked at the doctor. He watched his mouth move and he heard the sound of his voice, but he didn't listen. He couldn't get himself in gear, he just sat there and stared straight ahead. The doctor snapped his fingers on either side of Sam's head. He flashed a light into his eyes. Sam was in complete and total shell shock. The aftermath had been too much, and he sat there, unresponsive after realizing it wasn't a dream. It was real. And he was here. And he couldn't function because of it. Despite his general unresponsiveness, tears would crawl down his cheeks every so often. He barely even noticed the light blue blanket around his shoulders.
The doctor spoke with one of his colleagues while he examined Sam. The first doctor tilted Sam's head to check his neck while he talked. Only a few words and snippets of sentences managed to bounce into Sam's mind.
"...experiencing the maj..."
"Doesn't look like there's any..."
"...is blood tests are actua..."
"...an't send him out like this..."
Sam doesn't remember what came between this and waking up again. He barely remembers being brought here. He woke up while he was lying down on something that wasn't quite soft, but not really hard either. At first he thought that it had actually been a dream and he sat up. Then he saw he was in a helicopter.
"Where am I?"
A man in a suit would be the one to respond. He looked official. The all-business, no-nonsense kind of official. He stood next to Sam's stretcher in the helicopter and cleared his throat.
"Samuel Craig, you've survived a Blast Event which occurred within The White Fence earlier today. You may be aware of the history behind the first event like this one, but protocol requires me to brief you on possible effects anyway."
The man would go on to explain some stuff about the events. He was incredibly technical and spoke quickly, like he was in some kind of hurry. A little too much of a hurry, Sam kept trying to ask questions, but the man would hold his hand up in a gesture for him to stop, and then he would continue to explain the events and what was to come.
"Because of the rather short time we have to react to this event, you'll be sent in to assist with," he looked at a set of documents he had brought out of a suitcase on the ground which had been out of Sam's view, "Assignment 1C. You'll be working with other blast-powered survivors. We would have sent you out with them, but your condition would have made that unwise."
Wait, wait, blast-powered? Assignment? What was he talking about? He was going too fast for Sam to hold on to anything, he had so may questions, but as he spoke, the helicopter began to land. What happened? Where was he? What had happened to him? Why had he seen the city destroyed? Who was this guy? Armed men began to escort him to a van. But he had so many questions.
"Wait! There must be some mistake, I'm just a regular guy! What am I gonna be doing? Wait!"
The suited man called out one last thing, but the thump of the helicopter made it difficult to hear.
"By the way, you powers involve cellul..."
He said something about powers, but what did that mean? What powers? Where was he going? The man and the crew around him were in such a rush to get him out of there, they were speeding everything over him so that he was just lost. He was stuffed into a van and sat there. They told him he'd be patrolling a wall or something. What wall? Where? Then he saw Utopia.
Oh... that wall. Oh god, THAT wall?!
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A van drove up to where the last one had dropped off the other survivors. The rear doors opened and Sam was given a pat on the back, a "good luck, kid", and practically thrown out of the van. The driver saluted the two officers and said,
"Got one more for ya, guys." The he drove away.
Sam almost chased the van as it drove away, he was so desperate to know what was happening. He instead settled for shouting and waving his arms at its shrinking image.
"Wait! Come back! I don't have powers! There must have been some kind of mistake!!!"
He saw the officers and the other survivors. An intimidating redhead with a leather jacket, a blonde lady, some dude with glasses, and a girl who seemed a little familiar. Sam sort of recognized her, he might have seen her on a poster or magazine somewhere. He doesn't remember where, but for some reason seeing something even remotely familiar felt comforting on a day where everything was being thrown at him so fast, he didn't have time to even realize what it was.
The two officers quickly explained to him he would be patrolling the wall. This wall. Utopia. He'd heard of it. He didn't know much about it except that whatever that wall was supposed to keep in was supposed to be really mean and ugly. He was offered a gun, but he didn't know how to handle one, so he didn't take one. He thought of his brother when he saw the guns. Tyler was in the marines. Tyler would have known what to do here. God, he wished his older brother was here.
He didn't say much. He just kind of went with whatever was happening with a shocked, confused expression. If he could furrow his eyebrows any harder, they'd probably get stuck that way. When it was mentioned that they'd be patrolling the walls, he didn't wanna do it alone. He went with the only person he had the faintest glimmer of recognition for. He moved himself over to Katsumi (Sam doesn't know her name yet though) and it wasn't until he was brought into contact with another human being that he realized how shitty he looked. He'd been wearing a plain yellow t-shirt which was now covered in dirt and even a little bit of blood. His jeans were torn off bellow the knee for some reason and above that, they had roughly the same pattern of grime as is shirt. Someone had replaced his shoes, probably the doctors. He wasn't sure how he lost his old shoes (or part of his pants) but his shoes were clean, white slip-on's, a clear contrast to his grimy clothes. His hair was matted and messy, but someone had cleaned his face, again, probably the doctors. Another odd little thing was that he didn't have a single scratch on him. Not even a telltale bruise here or there. Weird.
He didn't know what to do when he got to her, so he just went with the first thing that came to mind. He introduced himself only to realize how shaky his voice sounded.
"Uhh, H-Hey, I'm Sam. Uhh, I-I don't wanna walk around this wall alone, do you mind if I tag along?"
Today had been the worst day of his life. Why did he have the feeling it was about to get worse? Fuck man, he had just wanted to hang out with his pal Tony today, not do... this! It was gonna be a long day, if he even managed to see the day end, that is.
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