Post by luca on Nov 1, 2009 14:57:13 GMT -5
It fell in powerful torrents, a cold autumn rain. The droplets themselves felt like ice the second they made contact with flesh, coupled with the strong winds that seemed to froze everything wet the second of impact you would be safe saying that today was a shitty day. And of course, seeing as how it was a shitty day, guess who found themselves stuck outside in it. Luca walked along the abandoned city sidewalks, hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans as he went. He was clad in a simple green t-shirt with a jacket thrown over it and a pair of jeans; not the best protection from the elements. Within minutes the rainfall had beaten through the jacket and pants, soaking him to the flesh.
Rounding a corner, Luca stopped and looked out over the desolate and abandoned city. It was like a scene from a movie, and it caused a chill to run up his spine. There where still old cars parked, still all the old shops; everything as still there. All that had changed was simple, everyone was gone. However, that simple fact was also so strange all at once. How so many people could just be gone, and Luca knew most of them where actually dead, not just missing in action. It was a harsh new world that they were all calling home, a world that was as unforgiving as it was brutal.
Walking towards a building that had it's door propped open, all that Luca would think about was finally some god damn shelter. As soon as he made it into the place, he leaned against one of the walls, and digging into his pocket, pulled out a wet pack of cigarettes. Flipping the top of the hardbox open, he checked and he was ecstatic to see that the smokes were largely alright. Sliding one between his lips, Luca struck a match and lit his prize. Instinctively he felt his nose crinkle from the sudden and pungent aroma of the sulfur from the match and the fumes from the cigarette. Exhaling, he let a satisfied nose escape from his lips. Damn, it was good.
Walking through the old building, Luca moved slowly and cautiously, his body and mind on high alert. Sniffing the air gently, he couldn't find anything too strange or out of the ordinary, and that was good. The Reptile was forced to reply on his nose when it got dark like this, after all in the dark his eyes and ears where equal to that of a Human; no better. Now that wasn't very helpful when half the baddies out there that wanted to snatch you where jacked up on super-human everything. So as he carefully picked his way through the old gym, nose sniffing at the air every few seconds, he slowly managed to discover the lingering, but old scents of Wolves and nothing else.
With a brief shrug of his shoulders, Luca set out to work. A powerful fist struck a wooden door that was barely hanging on to it's hinges as it was. The door fell to the ground, and a few more strikes coupled with picking larger pieces up and snapping them over his knee slowly led to the construction of a large pile of dry, rotting wood. Rounding up smaller splinters, remnants of paper and other small sources of kindling, Luca piled these things together and with the aid of a match, set the tinder pile ablaze. Slowly, adding bigger pieces of fuel, Luca got a fire going.
Fast forward an hour and Luca was sitting close to the fire, the warmth comforting of two levels. First, it was slowly drying his clothing and removing that pesky chill from his body, and secondly it was warming his blood. Although he was still largely warm-blooded, the Komodo DNA within him still managed to effect him in ways. When he got too cold, he became sluggish and unfocused. These were fatal side-effects in a world like his. Sitting with his knees drawn up and arms resting upon them, Luca took another drag from a freshly lit cigarette. Exhaling the toxic fumes, a satisfied look passed his face.
He was almost content.
Rounding a corner, Luca stopped and looked out over the desolate and abandoned city. It was like a scene from a movie, and it caused a chill to run up his spine. There where still old cars parked, still all the old shops; everything as still there. All that had changed was simple, everyone was gone. However, that simple fact was also so strange all at once. How so many people could just be gone, and Luca knew most of them where actually dead, not just missing in action. It was a harsh new world that they were all calling home, a world that was as unforgiving as it was brutal.
Walking towards a building that had it's door propped open, all that Luca would think about was finally some god damn shelter. As soon as he made it into the place, he leaned against one of the walls, and digging into his pocket, pulled out a wet pack of cigarettes. Flipping the top of the hardbox open, he checked and he was ecstatic to see that the smokes were largely alright. Sliding one between his lips, Luca struck a match and lit his prize. Instinctively he felt his nose crinkle from the sudden and pungent aroma of the sulfur from the match and the fumes from the cigarette. Exhaling, he let a satisfied nose escape from his lips. Damn, it was good.
Walking through the old building, Luca moved slowly and cautiously, his body and mind on high alert. Sniffing the air gently, he couldn't find anything too strange or out of the ordinary, and that was good. The Reptile was forced to reply on his nose when it got dark like this, after all in the dark his eyes and ears where equal to that of a Human; no better. Now that wasn't very helpful when half the baddies out there that wanted to snatch you where jacked up on super-human everything. So as he carefully picked his way through the old gym, nose sniffing at the air every few seconds, he slowly managed to discover the lingering, but old scents of Wolves and nothing else.
With a brief shrug of his shoulders, Luca set out to work. A powerful fist struck a wooden door that was barely hanging on to it's hinges as it was. The door fell to the ground, and a few more strikes coupled with picking larger pieces up and snapping them over his knee slowly led to the construction of a large pile of dry, rotting wood. Rounding up smaller splinters, remnants of paper and other small sources of kindling, Luca piled these things together and with the aid of a match, set the tinder pile ablaze. Slowly, adding bigger pieces of fuel, Luca got a fire going.
Fast forward an hour and Luca was sitting close to the fire, the warmth comforting of two levels. First, it was slowly drying his clothing and removing that pesky chill from his body, and secondly it was warming his blood. Although he was still largely warm-blooded, the Komodo DNA within him still managed to effect him in ways. When he got too cold, he became sluggish and unfocused. These were fatal side-effects in a world like his. Sitting with his knees drawn up and arms resting upon them, Luca took another drag from a freshly lit cigarette. Exhaling the toxic fumes, a satisfied look passed his face.
He was almost content.