Thread: In The Darkest of Times (Rowan Douglas & LustLove)

RE In The Darkest of Times Empty cars dotted the cement road, many missing parts and drained of fuel by passing looters. They were merely husks, now. Useless metal boxes, remnants of what humanity once was only a few years ago. It was surreal, how fast everything went to hell. Empty buildings rose up from one side of the road, cluttered housing complexes built to deal with the sheer density of people that used to live here. The young man walking down the road had long since searched through all of them. He wore a dark blue jacket with patterns of lighter blue that looked well worn, and a pair of warm, dark pants. A cloth shopping bag, the kind the stores used to sell for cheap so people wouldn't use plastic bags, hung around each shoulder, within each a variety of knickknacks and supplies, but each were only filled maybe around half-way. A revolver was strapped to his left hip, and he wore a dark green backpack beneath the bags, with a little bit of food, water, and other supplies inside, just in case. His face was young and handsome, if a little tired looking, slight bags under each of his amber eyes. He had longish blonde hair that covered his ears, with messy bangs that occasionally fell into his eyes and needed to be swept off to the side. It was probably due for a trim, actually, now that he thinks about it. He was around six feet tall, and though he had once been athletic, he was skinnier than he used to be due to a pragmatic and usually poor diet. His name was Rowan, and before all of this he had been studying to become a doctor. He was rather glad he had chosen that particular vocation, due to the predicament that the human race was now in. There wasn't much use for lawyers, bankers, or politicians anymore, but doctors would always be important, even if he hadn't actually earned a medical license. Off to his left was a strip mall. The glass windows on nearly all of the buildings within had been shattered, glass still littering the cement, and several were burnt out completely. He sighs softly to himself, and pines for the headphones that he used to wear around his neck, wanting some cheerful music to keep his mind off his depressing, empty surroundings. He tries to cheer himself up with thoughts of his beautiful wife, which work to some degree, although those thoughts lead to what he had been thinking of lately, and dreaded to speak about to her. They had to move on. There just wasn't enough supplies around anymore. His bags were evidence of this. He makes a turn at an up coming intersection, and heads into the maze of suburban houses, one of which he and his wife Kristen had been hiding away in. This area wasn't quite so bad, seeming relatively normal, and there were plenty of trees around too. Nature had survived this apocalypse pretty darn well, and within the next century, probably reclaim the land humanity had once taken from it. If it wasn't for Kristen, Rowan wouldn't see much of a reason to keep on living, honestly...But not only was he one of the lucky ones, he was one of the extra lucky ones who still had someone who loved him. That was reason enough to survive. He soon reaches the door to their house, and gives it a firm knock, four times in quick succession, so she would know that it was him.