cryinpocalypse
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cryinpocalypse · 10 months ago
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you haven't been online. you haven't been able to be. the grid kind of died for a good while, and while running a generator was fine and good during the day, it wasn't feasible in the night hours when silence and scentlessness were of the utmost importance.
so, of course, you figured out where the nearest power source would be. ideally, that was the one sourcing your little place. luckily, you'd figured right, and you and your partner (and the beast, of course) hunkered down there for a good solid month trying to find the proper manuals to fix whatever the problem was. or, in this case, problems.
some problems were easier to fix than others. the maintenance.. you left to him. he'd done this sort of thing before, he'd said. kind of. it's not quite the same, but he's sure the right manuals would be around somewhere. no one would want them for entertainment or anything. and he had been right. which left you with electricity-munching.. you want to say raccoons? mutations alter things in such ways, but you're pretty sure those were raccoons before they were goldenrod yellow and as spiky as a porcupine. touching them kind of sucked too, and you couldn't use metal without a lot of insulation.
fortunately, with enough thinking and plotting and trapping, you'd managed to get rid of them all. and hey, they weren't that bad to eat. you needed the protein out here in the middle of the wilds, and it was safer in there than out in the trees where bigger things roamed.
and, a week or two after you'd hunted down the last one, your partner managed to repair things! ..to the best of his abilities. parts weren't coming from any warehouses any time soon, so recycled parts and duct tape seemed to be the main tools here. but it worked. you'd hoped. no way of knowing until you'd returned to your proper home.
it had, thankfully, worked. and now the power to charge your devices and cook a proper meal with something found on your final morning's journey, ready to settle in for a proper night's sleep in your bed. though.. it does mean you have to find more food again, with all methods of preservation (fridge and freezer) having been down so long.
but that's tomorrow's problem.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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it's been a minute. you know it has. you can't do anything about that. well. you could, since it hasn't even been because of danger or disaster or anything. you've just been so damn busy. busy making things nice. busy making things home. busy making livelihood. busy..
..well, busy being happy, actually. it's a lot better doing any of this with company. you almost regret having waited so long to bother. almost regret letting a snowstorm be what finally forced someone into your bubble that seems so stupid now.
almost.
you weren't ready then. or.. maybe you were, but you'd been convinced otherwise. convinced you'd never be. the snow made you accept someone in. and it wasn't like you didn't know him pretty well already. you just. didn't think you wanted this. didn't think you wanted anything but to be left alone, to fend for yourself. you know it couldn't have worked out any other way, but you can't help but kick yourself a bit over it anyway.
how stupid, you mutter, earning a curious call from said man not too far away, helping you weed this freakish garden, already up to your knees. not his, yet. he's taller. you shake your head and sigh, pushing hair out of your face. nothing at all. just thinking about how long it took you to bother letting anyone in. he laughs a bit and sits up, reaching to ruffle your hair, and you just. wow. man. you're happy. ..you're also fixing it with an indignant huff.
...it's all hard work, of course, and by the time the three of you (cat beast coming with most days, of course) make it back from the mall-turned-farm to your new humble abode a solid half hour's walk away, you're both beat. but at least you've already got food ready to reheat over the fireplace waiting, and soon enough, you're both settled on a nicer couch than your last one, idly enjoying some sort of giant rat.. dog. thing. in the form of a stew with what you hope will one day be real potatoes. ..for now, unfortunately? it's just rehydrated mashed potatoes that he'd hoped could be formed into little balls and fried to result in a similar experience.
the texture is awful for what it's meant to be, but it's edible and doesn't taste too bad once you've both laughed over how... god awful it is texture wise. soggy fried tater tots in stew, basically, but softer even. not the worst thing you've eaten, though. and you're hungry.
then it's time for a good night's rest and more good days ahead, right? full, exhausted, and cozy... it's time to sleep.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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have you ever seen a tv with legs? yea, neither had you until you saw a dozen of them crawling across the floor toward you. maybe they weren't really tvs, considering most tvs before the world went to hell were flatscreens, but maybe there was once an antique store or second-hand shop here before? they definitely took on the boxier shapes of older tvs.
..well, no. even then, radiation can't give life to inanimate objects, right? it definitely can't make something without insides hunger like that. the plants with their teeth and acid and reaching vines seem far more normal than whatever the tvs were. vile mutations are one thing, but this? maybe there were beasts inside. maybe, but that doesn't explain how they seemed to come so seamlessly from from behind unbroken screens. fortunately? they are also not very fast.
there were a few other "cats" inside, too. you'd hoped, upon noticing one with you two, they would at the very least leave you be, but no. you'd spent a whole day and a half in there being hunted by the things until you managed to take one out with a really shitty one-use bow made out of garbage lying around. he probably could thrown the broken piece of.. whatever metal that used to be.. harder and faster than the "bow" you'd made shot it, but you have decent aim and managed to get it somewhere vital. at least they decided then that you were more hassle than you were worth.
you almost regret going to the mall, but! you did find some pretty sick loot after those "cats" left you alone. and, some of those evil, evil plants are edible. tasty, even, when cooked right. so you'd tag-teamed a few of those and will have leftovers for a while. maybe if you fortify the place, you could use it as a farm. but not for a while. you're all home now, cleaned up, and food and such stored.
an exhausting few days, for sure, but ultimately pretty worth it. ..you're going to browse the internet a bit now, though. maybe even talk to someone finally. ..mmmaybe.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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you've talked. you're glad you've talked, but god... that was nerve-wracking. you don't want to do that again any time soon.
but he understands. you should have known he would. of course he would! you've both been in the same life situation for ages. being alone, being scared, being survivors.. you're used to things going wrong at some point, even if it's just something small like missing the window to get to your main hiding hole. that's why you set up back-ups, he'd said. and he was right. but how do you set up a back-up for a relationship? well. you don't. but that's something you can always work on, which is kind of its own back-up.
he's right, of course. enough digital media still exists to tell you that. communication is important, and he'd thanked you for talking with him. it helped. the whole thing helped. he's so helpful. you hope he's around as long as possible.
today, you go out with a clear head and clear conscience. you feel good today. the plan is to find as many edible plants as possible- not just edible for you and your beast, but some of the tamer beasts around. there's a farm around here, he'd said, so that's where you're starting. you have the guide and the gloves, he's got the bag. if not proper crop foods, maybe wild plants. the guide will help. if you find the right plants, maybe you could even keep an animal or two. maybe. ..it'll probably just be bait. there aren't many tameable animals left that haven't been. well. eaten. you'd gotten lucky with your "cat", which dutifully marches alongside the two of you. seems its decided this is a worthy enough pack now to go out more. orrr maybe it's just the weather.
either way, you have a good feeling about today.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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things have been pretty good lately, actually. with two of you, more supplies come in. you can carry more, and he can reach places you can't, while you can get into tighter squeezes he can't. it's good. it works well. and his courage sends you places you normally wouldn't go alone.
you've made this place feel much more like home than any place has before, and you can't help but feel... maybe a little nervous about it. like. is it going too well? is something going to go wrong..? you're sure that nothing is as.. direct as that; that if something goes wrong, it's entirely unrelated. things just. happen. right? that's how things go.
and you're smart about it. you both are, with you both having been going solo as long as you'd been. you're smart about everything. masking scents of food, only cooking during the daylight hours. the windows are securely covered in the bedroom, and the main areas can be covered fairly well, too, when it's necessary. it's safe here. you're sure.
but you still feel a nagging worry, deep in the back of your mind. and maybe he can tell. ..no, he definitely can. he's asked if you're alright a few times over the last few days. you feel bad when you tell him you're fine, because you can tell he can tell that's not entirely true. you don't want to worry him, but.. you can't keep secrets if it's going to work out long term, right?
...you plan to talk to him tonight.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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it's been a rough... however long its been. almost a month since you've really had the chance to look at much on your phone. around a month since the snow melted enough for you guys to get out of there. since you and your boyfriend packed up everything you could carry between the two of you, and drag behind you, even, and started walking.
it was just a lot. there wasn't always a secure place to sleep, so you took rounds some nights just to keep an ear out. there would be nothing you could do but hide if the things in the night decided to come prowling, but that's what you did. that's what you all did- you, your cat, your partner. and you made it.
and now you're here. outside the city, in a new building, higher up this time. your partner says this area has food come summer, says the deer like to travel through here near daily until winter, when they hibernate. did they always do that? you don't think so. you're pretty sure hibernating was not a thing deer did. but you're still no animal expert, of either animals from before or now. ..well. whatever. it's food. that's the important part. you ask how he knows, and he just says he's seen it. seen the signs of repeat arrivals. sure. whatever. he's been around more than you have, so he probably knows what he's talking about, even if you don't.
you'd explored the buildings in the general area, far more spaced out than in the city, though still pretty dang big. settled on one that seemed to be the least decrepit. he'd said you guys could fix the water system with enough parts. you don't think you could figure it out but you'd try. why not? you couldn't make it worse, right?
your last place had been.. seven floors up? before it had been knocked down a few floors up. this one goes up to nine, and you guys are right at the top, nearest to the roof access. this will be cool, you think. so many of these rooms are even pretty undamaged, save for the side of the building facing the city. you don't want to look at the city anyway, so that works out.
you're both finally unpacked and settled, with your own rooms, but also.. a shared room. your beast even has her own room, though she seems to prefer to be around you or running through the building. fair enough. you prefer to be around him, so you suppose you understand. thankfully, he also seems to enjoy your beastie, so everything is working out so well.
the water's even working. you've set up water catching.. things. on the rooftop and outside the kitchen window anyway, just in case. not that you don't trust his skills as a plumber. you just never know out here. you can relax better knowing there's a backup.
and relax you do. finally. a breather. a break. you're both pretty exhausted. settled now. you can breathe. the place is relatively safe. you have so many floors between you and the ground. you've got three different ways to get down the elevator shafts alone. there's the stairs. you'll relax today. maybe tomorrow. then you'll have to go out for food. you'll get a deer thing while your partner, works on patching up windows on the damaged side of the building.
you take a deep breath and melt against him, earning a chirp from the cat thing stretched over both your laps. today.. you relax. home sweet home.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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your post was a lie. it was a bit of a nightmare. sure, everything is normal now.. but there's something new in the city, thanks to the snow, and you both think it's likely best for you to relocate. which sucks because you had basically everything you needed here.
fuck.
it's fine!!! it's fine. you two had dug your way through the snow, managed to find the buildings where you'd had food growing. inside, where it was all.. mostly fine! a little chilly, being buried under more than a dozen feet of snow, but hey. it's fine! or was.
until you woke one morning to find that, amid the tunnels were scratches made by claws that did not resemble the gloved hands of either you nor your new boyfriend, nor the cat who came along sometimes. and the gradual melting of the door to your building from the outside. whatever can slowly melt through a steel door that's buried in snow, you don't think you want to meet.
and then it was a bit more melted the next morning. enough that there's a quarter-sized hole in it. the two of you patched it with scrap metal as best as you could, but then, after a brief discussion, began the process of packing everything you could.
you couldn't leave immediately, of course, with the snow making it relatively impossible for either of you to wedge through the tunnels with all your stuff, so you also collected more scrap metal and anything that seemed sturdy enough.
tomorrow's the day, though. the sun's been out, the snow was only about knee high on you, and the tunnels and paths you and the things outside made all helped it melt in ways that should make it difficult to follow your tracks as you leave. you sigh, looking at all the posts you'd missed on this.. somehow still active website, and slump back against your company.
it's gonna be a long day tomorrow, you say. he nods. at least it won't be a solitary journey. he's right. but you groan anyway. you like it here. you've spent a long time here, making it feel like home. he understands, but you both know you can't keep patching the door up forever.
tomorrow you leave the city. or at least this area. maybe you'll find a building that runs higher somewhere else in the city. you have seeds, and he'll be able to find his way back here. maybe you could find someplace higher, plant everything you need. bring over things from here. hell, maybe you could start an indoor farm some floors below you. you express all this, and he laughs, not unkindly, at your sudden enthusiasm. you smile.
wherever you end up, at least you won't be alone.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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the snow hasn't melted much, but at least there hasn't been more. but that doesn't matter. you guys are gonna have to tunnel through it to find literally anything. maybe a place some creatures are bunkered down. maybe you can find your way to that indoor orchard a few blocks down. ....you don't want to go that far in a snow tunnel, though.
first thing's first, you two search the building. all these rooms, there's no way there isn't something that will help. you don't have a winter coat. or winter boots. rain boots, sure, but those aren't insulated. clothes in general. ..at least it's something to pass the time for a while.
it takes a few hours, but you find enough for both of you, actually. thankfully, honestly. you didn't really want to go out alone, and he's stronger than you. bigger and bolder, you'll feel safer. especially considering that the sun won't reach under all this snow for a while. that has you nervous.
but the two of you gather and obtain coats, socks, underwear, pants, boots- literally anything you find that you think will help is piled into your living room. matches, ziplock baggies, batteries, flashlights.. hell, you found a sled in an apartment that must have once had like three kids. ...for fun, you grabbed some crayons. you never know. wax is wax.
by the time you two have finished hunting it down and sorting through it all, there's still a few hours of daylight left, so you figure, hey! might as well get started with digging. or at least the set-up. big pots and buckets you find are taken to the main entry of the building, and in the light of a dozen and a half candles, you pull the door open to see how packed the snow is.
...and find that there's already a tunnel system of sorts. not big enough for even you to crawl through, but.. something's going around at night, clawing through the massive drifts. your eyes dart over to your now boyfriend, who stares at it for a few moments before looking at the door itself, then laughing loudly and sliding his gloves on. part of the work is already done for us. he grins, and you look at him in confusion before looking at the door. you don't see anything. you say as much, and he nods.
nothing that's trying to scrape through the door or attack it in any way is digging these. if anything, maybe it's edible. ...he has a point. you hope he's right, and help him dig.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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you hadn't checked your food supplies. you'd checked your wood, and you're fine there. but one deer thing won't last as long with three of you, and the third of you seems to eat more than the first two of you, even when you know he's trying to ration, too. you didn't take this into account.
.....then again, how could you have? you'd expected him to have been long gone when you checked your stores. you hadn't expected there to be three of you.
it's fine. you have food. it's just. less filling thinned out like this. and the fresh meats are gone. and the dried meats.. aren't ready. nowhere near ready. ...do you sacrifice future protein for the present? the deer things are pretty big, and what you have stored away would last the three of you a lot longer than the other foodstuff. but then you'd have to cook more meat, attract more things at night. the cold doesn't deter them.
though, you hope, the four story high snow drifts might. is that how high they are? maybe they're higher. ...either way..... with a sigh, you drag your guest along with you to retrieve the meats. he seems apologetic, but it has to be done. it's that or they eat the cat and frankly? you'd rather starve. at least then, the other two could eat you. though you're sure only your cat would be keen to. and that might not bode well for your friend.
you shake your head to loosen away those thoughts, earning a concerned question, but you shrug it off. it's nothing, you tell him. intrusive thoughts and worst case scenario shit. he nods. he understands. there are a lot of those these days, even for someone as outwardly chipper as him.
he promises he'll make up for this. he says he knows a recipe that will make a meal for the three of them that could easily last them weeks without having to ration too hard. you might have to scrounge the other apartments and hope they have some extra supplies, but you do know there are a few other stashes of food you've made around the building, hopefully away from hungry critters. and seeing as the cat doesn't find as many vermin inside as it does out, you're certain it's fine.
you tell him to search one apartment, you split off to another, and soon enough, the three of you are back in your own, and he's dug up a dusty, massive pot from a cabinet you hadnt opened since you first came in. there was never a need for much cookware anyway. after a mindful but thorough scrubbing, sparing as much water as possible, he's got things starting up while you watch from the couch.
the cat bats at your feet a bit and you scold it. everyone has to wait today, but your friend boldly claims it'll be worth it.
...in the meantime, you shoo the beast out to try hunting any critters in the building. better them than your toes.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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He's left, and you're on your own again. You don't feel as bad about it as you had drifting off to sleep, and he's left some extras behind for you, and your beast. He's too nice, you think, he's going to get himself killed. ...You're grateful for it though. He did eat a fair bit of your prepared meat, so it was probably an apology for that.
Well, at any rate, you have enough supplies that you can stay in today, if you want to. .....You do. You really do. It looks cold out there today, and the cold is seeping through the windows. Before you feed the cat, you put your window blankets up over the windows with their designated push pins, which will help. So will the fire you build in the fireplace. God, you're so happy you found a place with fireplaces in the rooms. Fancy apartments you never could have dreamed of staying in if things were normal.
The cat comes out of its curled up position in your room once it starts getting toasty in here, and you feed it, then yourself. It's warm enough in here you don't even need a jacket. ....God, and he went out there yesterday. You hope he found a warm place to huddle up for the day. ....You pause a moment and take a quick inventory of your supplies, remembering a few cold snaps that lasted days or even weeks.. But you should be fine. You have your stashes of burnable materials, they should last you a while.
You sigh softly and move to sit on the couch, phone in hand, to just.. relax. For an hour or so. And then there's steps in your building. Sounds silenced, you sit upright, both you and your cat straining your ears- it's... Oh. My god. You tug your jacket on and your cat watches you dash out the door through the building to meet with your friend. He stayed in the area? The idiot. Or genius. Worked out for him, at least. ..And you.
Bring him back inside your place, let him warm up by the fire and make him a hot drink (thin coffee) as you scold him for not having found a place. He claims he felt the chill in the air and stayed nearby while searching for goods. ..At least he found some wood, grasses, and broken old furniture to burn. And damn, coffee grounds. ...You make some proper coffee for the both of you.
Well, the company never hurts, and you did get what you wanted in the end, didn't you?
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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He doesn't believe you. Of course he doesn't. Not until you show him, and he seems baffled. Then he laughs. It's loud and frankly, you would have found it obnoxious if it hadn't been the only laughter you'd heard in months. Hell, you can't help but laugh with him. It is pretty funny, all things considered.
And then it's all but forgotten, phone set away and stories passed around instead. Since you'd met him once, he's always managed to find you again, even after relocating without a word. Hard to spread word to a guy who doesn't use any tech anyway, not your fault. You've been wondering if he had some kind of mutation for it, but you've never asked. You probably won't. It doesn't matter. He hasn't done anything wrong.
The daylight is spent in good company, and the two of you swap supplies, tales, and information, his much more reckless exploration giving him a bit more to offer on all counts. He says it's fine, he doesn't mind, anything to help out, but.. You feel a little guilty. You make a mental note to keep an eye out for those stupid snacks you know he likes. No nutritional value at all, but sometimes food is food, and, as he'd put it, "it's them or the beasts, and what good are they doing for anyone else?"
Too soon, the sun is setting, and he's agreed to stay the night. Safer for both of you that way. And with him soon out like a light on your sofa in the next room and you and your cat cozied into your bed, you pull out your phone for the second time all day just for a quick scroll. Nothing that seems relevant, though you smile a little at some of the funny posts.
And, as you finally drift away, you find yourself wishing he would stay longer, or come around more often. Silly, sure. He has bounds of energy and loves exploring more than you do, but... It'd be nice, wouldn't it? This big, dead city can get pretty lonely.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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Despite the noises from outside of the things in the dark looking for the source of your dinner's scent, you sleep soundly, and wake like normal. Nothing came of their searching, and that's all you could ever hope for. Safe another night, just as planned.
Your cat had woken you, both of its heads yowling at you that it's time to get up! A bit of sun leaks through the boards and papers over the windows in the main area of your little home, and it seeps under the crack under your door into your otherwise dim room. Not much light gets in here, thanks to meticulous work to make it that way, but enough that you know it's safe to make noise and smells. Well, you know. As safe as you can be.
You heft yourself out of bed, set about getting leftovers from last night for the beast purring like a motor and rubbing against your knees, and then you freshen up a bit. No point in a shower yet, best save the water reserves. No idea how much there is. You don't know how to check that. Then it's your breakfast, packing stuff in your bag, and you're off for the day, the beast following you today.
It doesn't always come with you, more often having more interest in napping than braving it outside, but today is milder than it has been, so it must have decided it would be fine. You feel safer with it by your side, the beast small but a definite predator, with a keener sense of danger than yourself.
You check your blog once before closing and locking the door behind yourself, glancing over the small list of things you'd posted for yourself the night before and mentally adding something to it. ..Probably better to get that first. It's closer, and you'd rather not forget it.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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The hike home had been, surprisingly, very fruitful actually. For once, the fates aligned and you'd stumbled across a lone deer, grazing on tall grasses that had managed not to get flattened by the last snow, though you'd doubted they held much nutrition at this point, dry and dead as they were. Then again, you weren't a scientist. You don't know a damn thing about how these things work nowadays.
Like, for starters, why do the deer have claws instead of hooves? ..They'd had hooves before, right? Not like horse hooves, but hooves. Whatever you called it, they definitely hadn't had thick, three inch long talons protruding from each foot. They sure do now, though it looks like they mostly use them to dig at the ground, get at the roots of plants. ..Huh. Handy. You'd almost envied the thing.
You'd crouched, reaching slowly for your blade at your hip- a long, wicked thing you'd lucked upon years back and kept as sharp as possible since- your relatively small frame making it simple to duck behind a rusted out car to watch and wait.. Until it turned away from your general direction to munch at some other grasses. You'd felt a ripple through your legs as you'd utilized whatever weird heightened ability you'd been granted, and in an instant, you'd been on the beast.
Honestly, you'd never really known what a deer sounded like, but you're sure that they make new sounds now. Even now, you shudder at the snarls and screeches it had made, despite not being new to hearing them. A blur of your blade and of its antlers and talons trying to get you off its back, and a few scrapes and bruises later- you'd gotten dinner. Well. Not immediate dinner, but eventual. ...Then came the arduous task of dragging the beast back home. Thankfully, it hadn't been too big a beast, and you've been training yourself quite a bit over the years, so it hadn't hindered you too much.
And now, you sit in the comfort of an old couch, some meat cooking on a balcony nearby, while the rest is tucked away to, hopefully, dry out in peace. God, what a mess that was. The sun is almost set by now, and you're keeping a close eye on the sky, ensuring that by the time it's down, you'll be tucked away in your room, fire thoroughly stomped out, and sharing a meal with your two-headed, six-pawed.. Feline-ish beast. Probably once a cat, generations ago. Cat enough for you.
For now, the sun is still visible, and you have your phone out again. All in all, today hadn't been too bad! A little tedious, but well worth it. With a comfortable sigh, you stroke your beastie, sip some tea that's not too stale, and browse the 'net.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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You're up before the sun is, but that works out fine. The cold months are like that anyway, and it's better than burning daylight doing menial things inside. ..Not that breakfast isn't important. It's just not always as nice as it could be, especially back home.
Home, where you have an emergency generator you keep maintained with duct tape and old youtube videos, and where you have most of your food. You sigh and pull a can of spam from your pack settled near you, checking the date for the hundredth time that week. As ever, it still says it's best before a few months from now. You pop that thing open and start eating as you pull out your phone again, looking over at the app you'd downloaded the night before.
Not a sleep induced hallucination! It's really still up, and people are really still using it. Amazing. You remember it being a trainwreck back in the day, and find it surprising it survived. At least the funny people in your phone can keep you feeling like you're not alone in a good way as you make your trek through the city back to your half-decimated building.
Ugh, you need a shower.
Breakfast is eventually finished, and your meager traveling items gathered up, and you're setting out again with the sun finally casting light across the pale sky, back home. Pulling your multitude of scarves over your face tighter, you shiver and march onward. At least the snow is gone for now.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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At least the internet still works in the end times.
Or, well. It's not really the end, is it? You're still here, at least. And, of course, others. And the things that must have once been familiar, surely, but now... Well, they're all still here, too. Just as in all your favourite old apocalyptic media, some of which is still watchable if you can find it via pirating sites (you can't exactly pay for subscriptions anymore, so most subscription sites are just eternally locked down), "the end" was just.. A really fucked up way to make a new start.
But you'd wanted that, hadn't you? A new start. To explore, to meet people, to.. Not be burdened by jobs and money and responsibilities adults are typically forced into. ..Were forced into. Sure, if you look at it in a more positive light, this is great! Exactly what you wanted. Just.. With added problems you never thought possible.
It's getting late, though, and you do not want to be outside in the dark. Your place is a bit too far to get there before the sun's down, so unfortunately, it doesn't look like you'll be making it back tonight. Fortunately, however, you do seem to be near the bookstore you pop into now and again. Not a whole lot left, but enough to pass the time.
Slipping inside, you make sure the pages of the poor, sacrificed books are still covering every inch of the once glass door, making for decent cover during the day but.. Not so much at night. That's fine, though, because you lock the doors and slink further inside, to the back of the shop where there are no windows anyway. There's a bit of a nest set up in the farthest corner there, already calling to you. It's good not many come through here. No one messes with things you're used to.
Settling in for the night, you plug your phone into one of few outlets you know still have power running to them, and cover yourself with a blanket, ready to unwind a little with old internet archives and memes. Whatever you can find, really.
....You idly wonder if tumblr is still up and running. Finding it in the app store, you download it, and set up a new blog.
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cryinpocalypse · 1 year ago
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i'm gonna write a story, one post at a time, and also roleplay the main character on a @stillsomewherehere
in-character interactions will influence the story.
this is for fun! and also motivation to get me writing a Real story based on this stuff (:
information to come, but for now, this is the general idea
est. 8th of february, 2024
written by your local cryptid itself (:
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