Message #19708

[CrazyHobo]

On a sunny day, an old man aproaches an abandoned building.
The building looks, as if it has been abandoned for years. Graffity, metal plates around the windows, debris all over the place. The once magnificent 12 story hotel has became nothing but a rotting hole now.
Lookin up to the roof, the old man glares at the clear blue skies. So many years without them, it's so nice to finally see them again. Sun is shining, kids are playing behind the man, construction workers are busy renovating the buildings behind the old man.
The children and workers suddenly stop their doings to get a better look at the old man.
Long white hair, long white beard. Old black trenchcoat, in his right hand, there is an old gas mask. In his left, an old rusty sabre, with the engraving on it scratched and rusted, so it is impossible to read the message on it. The trenchcoat has two large letter on it, though the second is impossible to read. The first letter is a "B".
A small child aproaches the old man, telling him.
"Mister, are you going to get in that haunted building? Even though it's haunted with ghosts?"
"Yes child, for this has been my home for many years. It is not haunted, it has simply been forgotten. Now I must pay my final respects and live on with what is left of my life"
Old skelletons are inside the building. Some are still in clothes. Some are still in armour.
Rusted weapons all over the place.
Making his way upstairs, the old man notices a small skelleton, wearing a black LR8 reactive armour, and an old SMG, that looks like an UMP.
I have failed you. Forgive me, my friend...
Paying his respect to the skelleton, the old man continues his venture in the old forgotten building, with only a dim lighting flash light in hand.
Making his way to the top, which took the old man more, than it took years ago, he opens the door and passes the dead guards, that stood there to death, protecting the room, behind those doors.
A large room, covered in a large layer of dust, is seen infront of the old man. A skelleton, wearing, what looks like barmen clothes, is seemingly sitting behind the bartable.
He is all, that is left in the room.
Everyone is gone.
Everyone is dead.
Though not everyone here is present.
Some have been gone after the battle at the Sec. Lab.
Some have simply died after an un-succesfull loot run.
Some have stumbled upon side-effects of their "medicine".
Only the old man is standing in the building. Waiting.
He is all that is left, all, that is left of the old people, and he must end it. So he waits.
Waits for it to end.
So the new generation could take over and begin repopulating the planet. One continent at a time.
His objective for the people is complete and now he has no need to keep living.
So he waits.
Waits...
For a long time...
Then he closes his eyes...


((Since we're not RP'ng anymore, I decided to end this thread. If ya'll want to continue it, just tell me, and I'll remove this post))