It's The End Of The World As We Know It

[Tripion -- Shudamin]

While it was no rarity for Tripion Shudamin to talk to himself . . . he really felt the need to now. Having witnessed so many deaths. The oddities of nature claiming their lives. It left the man in a state of shock. One that had long subsided when he realized that he would live through it. How? He hadn't the faintest idea. He had merely hid in a strange secluded place with cold, metal walls surrounding him. But, it had been enough. So when he stepped out, he did not know how much time had passed. Days. No more than that for otherwise, he would have died of starvation. The first thing he did when he emerged was hunt. Which . . . was not too difficult for in the path ahead of him, lay a deer, collapsed onto the ground. It appeared another animal got to it first, a lurking panther.

Tripion picked up a rock and threw it at the creature to shoo it away, words to match. "SHOO! SHOO!" He said, flailing his entire body into a zealous leap as if to ward him off. It seemed to work well enough. When he neared the deer, he crouched down, pulling out a dagger though quickly spun around with the extended weapon and now for an entirely different reason. A cracking of a twig; rustling of leaves. A figure in the not so far distance. All he saw was the silhouette as it neared closer. "This one is ours!" Meaning his own. He exclaimed. "Mine!" He added on possessively, his face scowling. And yet . . . there was intrigue, in seeing that someone else had survived where he had not seen anyone else since the moment he stepped out of the secluded place.

Clarke Griffin

[Clarke Griffin]

Being alone was a weird burden, one she did not want to face and yet had to. Somewhere up there her friends were - or who she thought were her friends. Time allowed her to second guess things, such as friendship. Were they friends or rather a randomly assembled group of people who happened to have similar goals, making them stick together? She did not know. She guessed perhaps this time apart would tell. If she would ever see them again. If they were alive. Clarke was beginning to teach herself the art of navigation. She had been in Beccas bunker, surrounded by the remainder of knowledge, much like a keeper of it. And as such she also tried to learn how to collect plants and tested them if they remained edible.

She was out collecting that day, still a bit weak, when she came across the first animals. She ran after them, soon losing their trail. That was until she saw a dead one. A panther had struck. Animals had survived. Once again they had survived the apocalypse. Clarke felt like falling onto her knees. But that was when she heard more. Someone or something else. As she looked she saw a person, so she stopped approaching. Someone else had survived. Slowly, Clarke raised her hands to approach him. He looked a little worse for wear, but she guessed, so did she.

"I don't want to take it from you. I just... I didn't think animals survived. Or other humans... I'm... I'm Clarke. Who are you?"