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Old NYC- City limits.

The ruined skyscrapers littered the landscape before Melanie’s eyes. So destitute, only those who hid from the law lived there, in seclusion- in a place so dark and broken only the heartiest hearts could have simply walked in without hesitation. Only a small portion was inside the heat globe. The water bodies that had once resided there were now dried on one side, frozen on the other. You could have drawn a line with a pencil between the two.

She sighed, picked up the weapon from beside her. She would probably run into a gang just trying to get through the first three blocks, which was all she needed to do.

It wasn’t just dangerous. It was a war zone.

Melanie had made a long walk here, going cross country only being able to hitchhike occasionally, going on foot everywhere else.

She wondered what the outside would look like. Probably a frozen wasteland, but then again…who could tell? The red glow of the globe surrounded the cities constantly, and that was all she knew.

She managed to make it through the stank winding tunnels and empty streets to the location given to her- a simple manhole. She climbed down the ladder and found a cement dome. She could see a few silhouettes in the dark.

“Stay in the shadows,â€

OOC: It is no biggie

Eric sighed. "Well, I'm glad I became an IIRCM, then. I don't need much food or water, so this should be less difficult for me. Still, I'm expecting this to be hell, as arrogance never helps anyone."

OOC: The less in there wasn't a thought.

"Well ladys and gentlemen get some rest we will be leaving at dawn" Michael said as he steped down from the chair he was standing on and walked to his makeshift tent to pack.

Jack stood near one of the barrel fires looking at everyone. He was one of the few, if not only, pure human in the group. The journey was going to be hardest on him. He folded his arms and felt the two guns in their holsters on his chest. He began to look at the faces of everyone again. Vance realized somthing else: He was old. Most of these kids weren't even 20 yet. Vance was ready for anything the trip had to offer. Hopefully he would reach a new life with no more killing where they were going. But he was still ready for last fight, to prove to himself. He rubbed his hands together trying to stay warm. He tried to make conversation. "Soooooo, anyone else as old as me?"

Eric curled up by one of the barrel fires like a cat. Eric adored cats, that was the main reason he got cat ears when he became an IIRCM.

"If you were seven years younger I'd be as old as you. I wonder what it will be like in Neo Virginia. I hope it will be like those children's stories at the end of this, where I can choose my own life and be free... Free from the fear of the gangs..." Eric then shuddered so hard it almost looked like he flailed wildly. "Free from the guilt of being in those gangs..."

Wolfe instinctivly shifted to his wolf like form as the cold hit him. he knew the journey would be hard on all but stared at Jack, who was obviously cold, huddling near a barrel. his ears twitched as he heard the question of age and took out his dire spear setting it to be 6 feet long for walking. He said in a deep voice, " I am 22 years old. you?"

"If you have to ask, probably not." Tony answered. He was too busy worrying about the cold to care what the other said next. Just a pure anyway, what could he possibly say that was interesting?

He hugged his sides tighter. Low tempteratures affected him more mentally than physically. But still, 50 below? "I'll wake up feeling like an old man when this is over." he said quietly.

"So lets see... I'm the weakest one here being human and I'm the oldest at 24. At least I probably out gun any of you in marksman ship." Jack let out a sigh and watched as his breath turned to fog. The only thing not cold on Jack was his face. And to think he had wanted to shave today. "I am the only pure, right? Cause I don't want anyone to be physicaly weaker than me." Jack gave a lite chuckle

Michael finished packing all his clothing and layed down in his sleeping bag just as somone in the distance yelled "ATTACK"
With those words Michael sprung into action grabbing his shotgun and running out of his tent just as a rocket flew over head.

People were in a buzz everywhere. Shouts of, "ATTACK!" rang in Tony's ears. It was like nobody had anything better to say. And what's more, almost everybody was headed for the enemy!

Mr. Menson, however, stepped calmly behind the nearest highly durable barricade, and slipped behind it. Self preservation is important. In this case, the barricade was a motorcycle that had been brought into the camp. Not a lot of cover, but just enough to not be noticed. Unslinging his sniper rifle from his shoulder, he turned off the laser targeting, put the scope to his eye, and found his first target.

Mint heard the shot, drew her pistol as she flicked the targeting on. She shot off a few rounds, but they could only hit so much, not being trained. So she decided to resort to keeping herself hidden. She flung herself to another side of a motorcycle, to meet an IIRCM picking off targets one at a time.

"This spot taken?" She said.

Jack jumped out of the way just as a rocket flew by. Drawing his guns froms their holsters, he began to fire into the night. He ran to sideways while shooting to avoid getting hit. When his chambers were empty, he went into a roll and landed behind a jeep. Quikly he re-loaded in a few swift motion. A few yards away were people hiding behind a motorcycle. Standing up, Jack fired off more rounds

OOC: I'm considering this as just a group of men trying to kill us. If it's something special, my post can be nullified.

Eric saw a bullet race by his head. He quickly got up and raced behind Micheal's makeshift tent. Eric held still, then squated down and leaned forward. He moved with great speed and agility, and ran up and used his claws to cut up the hands of the one wielding the rocket launcher. The man clutched his hands together and toward him as most of the bones in his hands were cut and several fingers went missing. The other men turned and were paying to much attention to the former-rocket launcher carrier's screams to notice Eric sprint back and take position behind the tent again.

"Not at all." he replied to the girl that landed beside him. He tapped the motorcycle and motioned to the jeep another man was hiding behind. "Hope these people have insurance. Didn't know hiding was all that accepted by the masses."