The Saviors: New World Order

>>>Good idea, Fiction. And I PMed everyone from the old SB, but, so far, you and Tazakk are the only ones who have rejoined<<<

Burns,

Once we're all introduced, I decide we need to get things moving.

"Alright, you lot," I say, "We need to find a good place to be a kind of base camp, you know, so we have a place to go back to. Once we've finished cleaning this area, we can move on to other places. That sound good?"


>>>Sorry it's so short. More people need to post to get it moving.<<<

*Chella*

I sat behind the rock, listening. I was pretty sure I was safe, until a dog trotted over. She looked really sweet, and I gingerly patted her with my gloved hands. I had had a dog, once. My mom had beaten her to death, when she had once come home completely drunk. I wished I could feel the nice dog's soft fur, but I knew I couldn't. Not without killing her. "Hey girl! What are you doing over there?" Called someone with a male voice. I heard the man begin to walk over. I swore under my breath, and pulled off my gloves. I hoped I wouldn't have to fight, but I would if he saw me. I shook my feet. I was fast, I would just touch him quickly to knock him out and then run. If he had strength power, it would be even better. I would be able to run faster.

*How many Saviors are there? Are they all in our group? Haven't heard from Coita's person (forgot the username, sorry whoever you are!) and... someone else I think.... So, how many does that make? Eh, too lazy to count, so here goes nothing!*

Calli

When Burns mentioned a base camp, the perfect place popped into my head. It was rundown, true enough, but the walls were still pretty sturdy and it wouldn't be hard to barricade the doors if necessary. The place was relatively over-run with vines and such, but was mostly out-of-the-way and somewhat well-hidden.

“I have the perfect place in mind,” I said suddenly. All eyes were on me, even the dog! I chewed on my lip for a moment and said, “Come on, I'll show you.”

Being a leader was definitely not on my résumé or my wish-list, but it seemed everyone expected me to direct the way to my hidden fortress. It wasn't a long hike from where we'd all met, although travelling through the mutant forest was less than pleasant. But in about five minutes we were there, pushing aside the last of the underbrush, revealing a ramshackle building with a blue roof. Letters were scattered around the premises and, had they been put together properly, spelt WAL-MART.

“Wow. How’d you know about this place?” Daniel asked as he looked around. Everyone seemed to be surveying the place, but none had ventured in yet.

“I’ve known about it for a while,” I said dismissively. Seeing how no one else would go first, I made my way up to the old store and pulled myself over a huge vine that was so thick I probably couldn’t wrap my arms around it if I tried. Not like I would try, seeing how everyone was probably watching me. I stood in front of the doors which, by some miracle or curse, hadn’t been bashed open. Yet.

I pulled my arm back, letting ice envelope my fist for protection from the glass, and slammed it into the glass, causing it to shatter and fall away. Jumping through the opening I’d created, I stood aside and waited for everyone else to get through. Someone was already climbing over the vine, and judging by the way it seemed to shrink a little and grow greener and less yellow, it was an mutation-reverser.

Home sweet home I guess, I thought, cracking my knuckles and staring around. At least for now.

So... should I just delete my last post? It seems to not make any sense now....

Dreamy-- Chella's a mutant, right? So no, don't bother deleting it. Just work around it. It happened a LOT in the old SB, so I say just keep going. Also, any comments that aren't part of the story would best be posted in the DT (not sure where it is, but it was made by Incognito for the last one).

*Chella*

Fortunately, the owner didn't come all the way over. The dog trotted back to whoever he was, and I heard them make plans to move on. I stretched my prosthetic leg. I wouldn't have to use it, at least not for a while. I would wait until nightfall, and then follow their tracks to... wherever they were going.

Burns,

I stare skeptically at the old building.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask Calli. She shrugs.

"Got any better ideas? Unless you want to stay in those flimsy tents that the humans left..."

"No," I say hastily, "I guess this'll have to do."

Jonathon-
I was walking around the building when I heard the crash of breaking glass. I rushed closer, but slowed and stopped when still out of veiw of the front door, which I had passed earlier.
Voices.
"Got any better ideas? Unless you want to stay in those flimsy tents that the humans left..."

"No, I guess this'll have to do."

Jonathon-
I saw too girls standing by the front door, one with black hair, one with brown. The brown haired one reached out to put her hand on a rather 'hairy' vine.
"Don't touch that!"I shouted.
Too late. Instantly, more vines whipped up to surround her. A small blue knife fell from her hands.