Thread: Kimi wa Petto. {GreysmithxLingering Desire]

There was so much screaming, crying at violence at the border, one could be forgiven for imagining that the third world conflict was still in full swing. The war had left the earth in such disarray that everything looked like a broken, dirty shell of its former self. The worlds most beautiful cities, Paris, Rome, London and the like had all suffered massive damage in the battles, and with no money left to repair, everything remained as it had all those years ago. The main difference now was the presence of The Zone. One single area untouched by the bombs, or repaired by those inhabiting it. Little radiation had entered the north, as much of the fighting had been centered to more populated areas. Now, with the massive population explosions, little if any land had been spared from pollution and destruction. Somehow the human race continued on, finding ways to survive, the resourceful cockroaches that they were. Technology seemed to be the only thing that did not suffer, and the only businesses that operated at full capacity. Manufacturing facilities were dangerous, and employees died on a regular basis, but it was a paycheck, a way to pay for what little overpriced food was available. And many were willing to do anything to get it. What human beings were willing to do to keep themselves alive was always a constant source of amazement for Tyson, as he saw what lengths some mortals would go to on a regular basis. His heavy steel toed boots trudged along the top of the massive concrete wall, glancing through the scope of his sniper rifle with a single hazel eye on occasion, making sure there wasnt any ruckus starting in the massive crowds of people which lingered in front of the border full time. Many had even set up camp, turning the entrance of The Zone into some sort of slum, more and more tents popping up regularly. A bloodcurdling cry reached his ears suddenly, gripping his rifle and looking through the scope once more, running over the crowd swiftly to spot the source of the sound. Eventually It fell upon a man, looking gaunt and grey, he was throwing punches and screaming like a madman. It was not until the stopped, coughing up blood and bright yellow mucus that Tyson confirmed an infected. He was to slow however, another shot from 50 feet down the wall pierced the mans skull, ending his struggle. The humans quickly carried the body away, dousing it with gasoline and setting fire to the body. Tyson was glad the humans felt just as compelled to keep the area clear of that particular sickness, which they had nicknamed the bites. If a particularly powerful Fae, like an older vampire or demon were to contract such a thing, their strength would make for a difficult kill, and they might slaughter many of their own in the process. No, it was best to keep as many humans out of the Zone as possible. Shrill whistle was blown from the megaphones mounted on the wall, letting the humans know registration had opened up. Tyson stretched, pulling off his helmet and running a gloved hand over his forehead, relieving it of the sweat which built up there. It was a hot one today, and he was feeling particularly irritable. Hey Ty! Happy Birthday bro! Someone called in through his earpiece, making him roll his eyes. Scratching the dark brown stubble on his cheek he took a deep breath, clicking the button in his ear to respond. Uhh. Thanks man. I dont know if my brother is planning anything, but I think it might be a quiet one. He responded, suddenly his ear was flooded with laughter. Yeah, right man, quiet. Your brother has practically planned a rager! Hope youre excited for your new present. This was followed by more laughter. Ty sighed, shaking his head. He was perfectly happy living on his own, doing his own chores and looking after himself. Having a human slave seemed to be the norm now, especially for vampires. Wolves were quickly following suit with the trend, even his brother, whom not too many years ago had sworn off the whole affair, calling it barbaric. Now he was singing quite a different tune, deciding that he was actually saving them from a life of squalor at the cost of their free will. Shouldering his weapon Ty stepped into the air conditioned elevator, making his way down to the registration lines. These could become violent some days, especially when it was hot. People seemed to get more desperate in the heat, more willing to fake their paperwork and lie about their age. But the policies were in place for a reason, and Tyson was there to keep that order. He kept glancing around, hoping to spot his brother, and stop him from acquiring his birthday present.