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Conor

Alone from the start

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Conor    243

It was the middle of October'14, Conor stood at the window of his bedroom looking out into the air as the sun rose in the east. Rays of light glinting from the dew drops on the grass surrounding his house.

He could hear his family moving about the house as they all woke up. No one was sure exactly what was going on in South Zagoria but there were a lot of people panicking.

~

Conors parents refused to let him or his sisters leave the house. ”It was too dangerous”, they said. Conors mother, Lena, was a nurse. Whilst they stayed in their house, somewhat safe from whatever chaos was outside, she took the time to teach Conor some basic medical training. He thought it was pointless but he followed her teachings anyway.

~

As he watched out of the window his phone vibrated in his jeans pocket. He pulled it out to see a message on the screen that he had been waiting for.

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It was from his friend Kryštov, informing Conor that he had some marijuana for him. That is of course, if Conor could make it down the road to Severograd to meet him.

He slid his feet into a pair of boots that stood by his bedroom door before pulling on a thick jacket. Cautiously he stepped out of his room before heading downstairs, trying not to get noticed by his parents or sisters.

Just as he reached the back door of his house, his elder sister, Katie, walked around the Conor. She looked at him -dressed up to go outside- and just tilted her head.

”Get back upstairs and take your boots and jacket off. You know we’re not supposed to leave the house with all that’s going on out there” she scalded him. He mumbled something under his breath about her being a hypocrite and sneaking out a lot before turning and heading back to his room.

Cursing quietly he began to think of another way he could get out. He was going stir crazy being stuck inside all the time.

Eventually he decided to leave out of the window. Opening the window he climbed out so he was sitting on the ledge. Turning himself around he lowered himself down until he was hanging by his hands, facing the wall before releasing his grip and dropping to the ground, rolling backwards away from the house to break his fall. He stood up, brushing some dirt from his jacket before creeping off into the woods away from the house and heading south from Severograd.

~

As he walked down the road from his home town of Kamensk towards Severograd, he saw Severograd through a break in the trees.

The sound of a cars engine sped towards him from behind, he stepped quickly to the side of the road as a white, albeit rusty Lada sped past him towards Severograd.

He stepped off of the road and started to head through the trees to take a more direct route towards Kryštovs home at the apartments on the north east side of Severograd.

~

Eventually he arrived at the base of the apartments, Kryštov stood leaning in the entrance to the building, smoking a cigarette. He smiled as Conor approached and stamped the cigarette out on the concrete. Exchanging a few words with Conor, he then took a small bag of cannabis from his pocket and handed it to Conor. Conor tucked the bag into his pocket before pulling out a creased banknote and holding it out. Kryštov however just pushed his hand away, grinning at him.

”This ones on the house brother. All this shit going on right now, this is the end.” he pointed at Conors pocket where the drugs were, ”Enjoy it while it lasts”.

Conor thanked him before turning and heading away in the direction of Kamensk. Kryštov called out to him before jogging to catch up with him. Pulling a Makarov pistol from his pants’ waistband, he handed it to Conor.” You need it more than I do.” he said in a quiet voice before turning and walking back into the apartments.

Conor watched him walk away with a puzzled look on his face before turning himself and heading back home towards Kamensk.

~

As he neared Kamensk, he sniffed slightly, there was an odd smell in the air, the smell of smoke.

Rising up through the trees above the town he saw a pillar of thick black smoke. Breaking into a jog he rounded the corner and set his eyes on his home.

Smoke billowed from the roof which had partially collapsed. Flames danced out of all the windows before snaking upwards outside of the house, twisting into oblivion as they joined the cloud of smoke.

Conor sprinted towards the house as fast as he could, he reached the front entrance, hoping to see his mother, father and two sisters safely outside. There was nobody there.

He ran up to the front door. The heat of the fire was intense but he could see a gap through the doorway into the house. As the flames crackled and the house creaked as it was weakened by the intense heat, he heard a piercing scream above the sound of the fire. He recognised it as his younger sister, Dana.

“DANA!” he yelled out. The scream stopped. ”DANA!” he shouted once more.

There was no response. Only the sound of the fire burning through his home.

He brought his arm up to shield his face as he stepped towards the door. He crept forwards in an attempt to get inside to help. As he stepped towards the flames, the ceiling above the inside of the door collapsed down with a loud crashing sound. Conor leapt backwards, falling onto the grass on his back. He slowly got to his feet as he backed away from the burning structure. Coughing from smoke inhalation as tears streamed down his face. There was nothing he could do. They were gone.

Backing out onto the road he looked around. The town was silent. Dead. Most people had left in panic.

He slowly walked towards the wooded area near the town, sobbing as he stumbled through the trees.  

He walked for what seemed like hours, however it could’ve just been a few minutes before he came upon a small hunting shack. Cautiously opening the door he entered before sliding down against the wall. He brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and burying his face on his knees before breaking down and crying violently.

~

The sun rose the next morning. Conor had not slept. He had stayed in the same position all night sitting against the wall inside the hut.

He stood up and stretched out his limbs before leaving the hut.

Heading back towards his house, he arrived to find smoke still rising from the remains. Most of the house had collapsed inwards upon itself. Hardly any of it was recognisable. He slowly moved towards it, searching his eyes over the rubble before he stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at what he could see. Amongst the devastation. A body. No, it was a charred form vaguely shaped like a person, curled up in the corner of what was the kitchen.

Upon seeing this, Conor turned, throwing up onto the grass as he stumbled backwards away from the house. Tears fell from his face as he ran into the town. Resting against a small fence he tried to compose himself.

All of a sudden he was thrust from his feet onto the floor, something behind him snarled as he rolled over to see what just hit him. It was a person, not someone he knew. Their face was town and bloody. Their teeth clicked together as they snarled and snapped at him.

Kicking the man in the stomach, Conor scrambled backwards as he reached his hand behind him to the waistband of his jeans. He grabbed the handle of the Makarov pistol and pulled it free before aiming it at the man who was now moving back towards him.

”Get back!”, Conor yelled out in Chernarussian. The man kept coming towards him. Conor thumbed the safety catch of the pistol off of the SAFE position before warning the man once more.

He was almost upon him! Conor squeezed the trigger and the man fell backwards with a wound to his head. The report of the gun made Conors ears ring as he jumped to his feet, clicked the safety catch back on and started sprinting away from the town into the woods…

Alone, into the apocalypse.

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Lol don't need to read a wall of text to know you a pussy boi Conor. ;)

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Gina    26

Very nice and compelling story as all of your writings are <3

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Goku    61

Great story Conor. Are you an experienced writer? If you aren't you should consider becoming one, it was absolutely amazing! Nice job.

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Conor    243

Thankyou everyone for reading <3

Great story Conor. Are you an experienced writer? If you aren't you should consider becoming one, it was absolutely amazing! Nice job.

I am not am experienced writer, I don't think I am that good to become one [emoji14]

Every now and then I just get a sudden urge to write an RP story and I 'just kind of do it' without even thinking about it a lot.

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SatansNightOut    105

Hell yeah, good read, Conor. It was awesome seeing a glimpse into that chapter of his life, just before the cataclysm, so to speak, lol.

I've really been wanting to write more but I just can't come up with anything. But, as always, you inspire me to want to write more.

I hope it was good weed, at least. :P

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