Thread: The New "Old" World (vanityinfinite & darkangel76)

Mackenzie eyed him as he stood there before her, his own eyes looking slightly dazed as he glanced around and touched his own head. She wondered if perhaps he'd hit it or something had hit him when everything had suddenly gone to hell. It honestly was unlike anything she'd ever seen or been through and she felt damn lucky she'd decided to walk outside as opposed to through the glass covered bridge. Thank goodness for small blessings. Oh the irony given the fact that she didn't like the idea of anyone or anything controlling her fate. But, she'd keep that thought to herself. Her blue eyes glistened as she fought back tears of frustration and panic. Right. She could do this. She had to. Well, Mackenzie began, the tip of her tongue darting out for a moment to wet her lower lip. I'm not sure what happened. She paused, her head turning as she looked about the wrecked area. One moment I was walking in the drizzling rain, ready to shop...the next, I heard glass shattering above me and I was taking cover as I heard a loud crash and felt stuff crumbling down over me. She frowned slightly, the corners of her mouth turning down. You...you really don't remember, do you? she stated more than asked. Biting down on her lower lip, she dared another step forward. You're in upstate New York. She tried to smile, but her tummy fluttered with worry. But... her voice trailed, getting soft. Looks like there's not much left of the city or the university or, well, anything. Again, Mackenzie's eyes drifted over toward the wreckage in the distance. Smoke was billowing up like a beacon beckoning anyone in the nearby vicinity to where it plumed up from the scorched and scarred ground. No doubt people would gather there wanting answers. But who knew anything? She certainly didn't. Did anyone? She had to wonder. And whatever it was that was in a heap, metal parts glistening in the ashen rain...it looked odd to her eyes, unlike anything she'd ever seen. It couldn't be part of a building or a crashed plane. But what was it? Her face twisted a little and she blinked a few times. I'm sorry, Mackenzie quickly recovered, pulling herself out of her thoughts. My name is Mackenzie. Mackenzie Fallon. With great determination, she let one hand drop to her side and reach out toward the man. Her heart beat fast as her thoughts began to race. Hopefully this stranger's amnesia wouldn't last long. Hopefully he could at least remember his name. Meanwhile, Tate ran into the tree line. She figured it was the only way to ensure the rain and ash didn't get her. As she ducked for cover, she began to reassess her decision. What if there was fire along with the ash? Oh god...how stupid! She could go up in flames! A fresh wave of panic began to set in and she could feel it bubbling up beneath her skin. As her dark eyes darted about, she felt as if everything was closing in around her. She needed to leave, to run. Without further hesitation, she stood up and began to move, her strong legs taking her wherever they willed, her mind working on full instinct as opposed to rational logic. Not here, not now... Tate whimpered, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. She raked a hand through her dark hair and raced along the tree line, her eyes catching sight of crumbling structures in the distance. Did this mean there could be others about? She hoped so, she wasn't meant for this and she certainly wasn't ready to die. Help! Tate shouted, body trembling in fear. What's happening? I lost my car! I don't know where I am!