Bulls eye (first person) :
it's another gorgeous spring day after the fall of civilization. I'm doing my rounds, following the path that winds through Washington Square like a warped infinity sign. I pass the tables where old men used to play chess. Now Brainbox's open-air shop. I pass the statue of Garibaldi, or Gary Baldy, as we call him. The poor guy is festooned with plastic leis, Mardi Gras beads, and retro rappers bling. Through the stoned arch with Washington (the president) on horse back, you can see all the way up Fifth to the Empire State Building. Smoke still rises from the Highest floors. Kids say that's where he lives, the Old Man, the one adult who survived What Happened. Kids say a lot of dumb stuff.
where there used to be grass and flowers, swing sets and dog runs, there are rows and rows of vegetables. A foraging party comes in by the Thompson Street gate. Some canned food, some gas for the generators. shoe did a pretty good job today. (mills, sry I put u. Idk what tribe ur in so I put u in mine. I can change it if ya want.) a little red Honda 2000i 2k Jenny putters away, charging up walkie batteries and other essentials.
Leaves hiss in the wind and jump to there deaths from high branches. A gust blows in from the north, presenting a smell of burning plastic and death.
My walkie coughs and static comes out.
i press the talk button.
"can you repeat that over."
More static comes out of the other end.
" I said -static- company -static- coming south -static- Fifth"
i sigh and wish for the millionth time that day that the apocalypse would just GO AWAY.
i put the walkie to my mouth.
" Who am I speaking to? Over."
the walkie comes to life again with more screeching.
" -Static- its Char -Static-"
i sign again and try to resist the urge to throw the walkie talkie across the universe. But at least I know whose talking to me. Charley. i squint up Thompson Street gate, where the big armored School bus is, filled with kids with guns, on the look out. Joseph must've told them to go and guard the tribe. But why?
"Charley, repeat your message. Over."
I run to the school bus. i make a mental note to slap Shoe and BB with my walkie after im done figuring out what the hek is going on.
Im half way to the bus when I stopped dead in my tracks. The shooters are taking aim at some people on the other side of the gate. I shoulder my AK47 and talk into the walkie,
"Charley, please repeat. Whose out there and why didn't anyone signal an alarm???? Over."
Then the walkie putters and for the first time that day, I hear her voice clearly,
"it's Uptown. Joseph wants you to get Sixer and Kitten. Now. Over."
I practically trip over myself as I turn around back to Washington square and hunt down the Healers.