Post by Melody Arachne on Feb 15, 2007 8:50:35 GMT -5
Ah, Europe.
Home of culture, etiquette and refinement. It was everything she had thought it would be. It was everything New Jersey wasn't. If only she could say the same about those folks she had met online ...
It hadn't been that hard to scrounge the money for a plane ticket. She had hocked her sister's stereo, run a few packages for the Fusco family, and it was goodbye New Jersey, hello Naples!
Turns out 'Sven', the twenty year old in Naples, was a 54 year old with a wife, three kids and a hernia. He had been pretty embarassed to have her show up unannounced; embarassed enough to pay her to go away. Especially when she had all those nifty files stored on her laptop. It had paid her way around Europe for three months ... until she got to Malton.
Oh, the parties. With the assistance of a few lowlifes she met at the pub, she set up a real nifty operation. Turns out a lot of these old fogies would chip in to have their sad little files erased.
With her new friends to find their addresses and collect the dough, they were all living the high life.
That was when the barricades went up.
One by one, her friends disappeared. What was worse, sometimes they came back. The very worst part was when she got bit herself, as was bound to happen. The hunger was like nothing she'd ever experienced, overwhelming and ...
good.
When she woke up again, more than six months had passed. Nothing was the same; the city had stabilized a little, though sporadic fighting and monsters still made the streets unsafe. With a little trouble, she found her way into one of the malls, and sat back to watch the show. It was clear one couldn't run alone here; too many chances to wake up dead. If it happened again, she wasn't sure she'd ever want to come back.
These Rangers, now- they seemed to have a healthy attitude about things. And lots of guns and ammo.
Yeah, they'd do.
Home of culture, etiquette and refinement. It was everything she had thought it would be. It was everything New Jersey wasn't. If only she could say the same about those folks she had met online ...
It hadn't been that hard to scrounge the money for a plane ticket. She had hocked her sister's stereo, run a few packages for the Fusco family, and it was goodbye New Jersey, hello Naples!
Turns out 'Sven', the twenty year old in Naples, was a 54 year old with a wife, three kids and a hernia. He had been pretty embarassed to have her show up unannounced; embarassed enough to pay her to go away. Especially when she had all those nifty files stored on her laptop. It had paid her way around Europe for three months ... until she got to Malton.
Oh, the parties. With the assistance of a few lowlifes she met at the pub, she set up a real nifty operation. Turns out a lot of these old fogies would chip in to have their sad little files erased.
With her new friends to find their addresses and collect the dough, they were all living the high life.
That was when the barricades went up.
One by one, her friends disappeared. What was worse, sometimes they came back. The very worst part was when she got bit herself, as was bound to happen. The hunger was like nothing she'd ever experienced, overwhelming and ...
good.
When she woke up again, more than six months had passed. Nothing was the same; the city had stabilized a little, though sporadic fighting and monsters still made the streets unsafe. With a little trouble, she found her way into one of the malls, and sat back to watch the show. It was clear one couldn't run alone here; too many chances to wake up dead. If it happened again, she wasn't sure she'd ever want to come back.
These Rangers, now- they seemed to have a healthy attitude about things. And lots of guns and ammo.
Yeah, they'd do.
