The Runners (Forum RP) (Real RP thread)
#101
Posted 28 September 2014 - 09:12 PM
"Aww, is our resident murderer having fun? That's nice. Now get the buck away from James. You were let out for one reason, and I'm pretty sure it didn't encompass fighting your team." She smiled sweetly at the raging bat pony.
#102
Posted 28 September 2014 - 09:16 PM
Strike was still calm even though the entire group was there solely to piss him off. ''I don't do the things I do for pleasure'' Strike sighted '' I was let out because from what I seen so far the Runner's program is a joke and I'm gonna fix that, furthermore, Now whether or not that is true it remains to be seen. Also James is acting like an asshole so I punched him, sure it would be easier to put a bullet on him but I'm with the good guys now'' And with that Strike went silent.
Edited by tudexd, 28 September 2014 - 09:24 PM.
#103
Posted 28 September 2014 - 09:23 PM
She stood up, pulled out her spear, which telescoped open, and she span round, bringing the blunt end straight in the back of Strike's head, sending him flying even further than James
"Let me give you some advice." She walked over to Strike "Continue with your antagonism, and I'll turn you into the exact opposite of the survivor you claim to be. I only need an excuse"
#104
Posted 28 September 2014 - 09:33 PM
Precision's tail flicked at Strike as she strode through the door and into the briefing room
Edited by Splash, 28 September 2014 - 09:37 PM.
#105
Posted 28 September 2014 - 09:33 PM
((Holy shit I'm not even doing anything and people are just attacking))
((Blazer isn't a bit out of character your OC suddenly feel the need to help other when she clearly doesn't care for anybody else?))
Edited by tudexd, 28 September 2014 - 09:34 PM.
#106
Posted 28 September 2014 - 09:36 PM
#107
Posted 28 September 2014 - 09:36 PM
James whimpered, and backed off a bit, feeling his nose, "Ow. Prick." He shook his head, and watched him get flung by Majstro's spear. "Damn dude.." He chuckled, and walked into the briefing room. Turning to look at prezz. "Oi, hey... Sorry for before.. You know, i was just.. excited." James nodded, and extended out his hoof to prezz.
#108
Posted 28 September 2014 - 09:39 PM
((A psychopath.... And I was the one in jail....I don't want live in this planet anymore... Shows that the Runner's program has no tests or anything of the sort to make sure ponies are fit for it they just grab every lunatic who wants in))
#109
Posted 28 September 2014 - 09:43 PM
Think of it less like a mission and more like the hunger games. You can send people who won't cooperate and that'll make them either learn to cooperate or they'll die))
#110
Posted 28 September 2014 - 09:50 PM
((Strike never killed an innocent or someone helpless only those who had the chance to fight back, which so happens to be part of the Runners. Same as a Runner who kills bandits but said bandit happens to have a family. What does the family think of the Runner? He still in the eyes of EDEN a hero but not for the family. Strike is not evil and he doesn't kill because it's fun. He does because there is no other auternative, I been trying to explain this on the last 5 post but apparently nobody gets it))
#111
Posted 28 September 2014 - 10:04 PM
The characters don't, though.
We're naturally biased to those we consider the good guys. The bandits in this rp turned to a life of killing others for supplies, which makes them bad, even if they had a family.
Hitler had a family, and he was an abhorrent barely human being, after all))
#112
Posted 28 September 2014 - 10:12 PM
((Take it to OOC or stop bickering, lads. x))
"Hey." Potipah put a firm hoof on Strike's shoulder. "Don't start throwing punches yet. He might help you out there and if not you can sure as hell use the kid as bait when you need to get out of some shit. I'm not siding with you or him but it would be pretty annoying for Doc if he had to tend wounds inflicted by allies as well as those from enemies." After her short and patronising speech, the mare gave Strike a pat on the back and went over to James.
She stood by the green-maned colt. "You good, J? No blood and bruises?"
#113
Posted 28 September 2014 - 10:28 PM
Toryl winced at the sounds of fighting. Not even out in the field and we're already attacking each other... Looking back briefly, he gathered the supplies in his locker and attempted to sneak out of the armory.
((So this is why there weren't so many posts over the past few days. You were saving up for this moment lol))
#114
Posted 28 September 2014 - 10:33 PM
"Murderer, survivor, smith or Runner," she muttered, "There is no rank outside of these walls."
She pressed her wing harder against the stone, trailing sparks as she continued.
"Barely out of these walls, and you're already at each other's throats."
She lifted her wing, stopping the screeching for an instant before spinning and slamming her other wing on the stone, resuming the discordant tone.
"Like it or not, if you don't all work together, there's no difference in death for any of you. You learn to live together, or you die together."
She lifted her wing, inspecting it briefly before standing up and walking out of the room.
"That's the only rule you need to know."
Edited by High Orbit, 28 September 2014 - 10:35 PM.
#115
Posted 28 September 2014 - 10:39 PM
"Oh shit!" Potipah exclaimed, having turned to face the mare. She turned back to the group. "I think I just got one-upped. Who's doing the patronising next?"
#116
Posted 28 September 2014 - 10:41 PM
#117
Posted 28 September 2014 - 11:43 PM
Doc said nothing to those that approached him. He simply went to the locker with his name on it, retrieving a small sidearm with three bullets, a gas mask, and a radiation-resistant windbreaker, to be worn over a tactical hazmat suit. He looked through the gas mask for a moment, fearing that the view he received from that would be his last. He chambered a round in his firearm, before looking at the locker again and noticing a small cloth roll of bandages. He thought that perhaps they knew his skills; and at the very least, took consideration in that. He picked up the bandages and placed them in his pocket, along with the pistol in a small holster on his suit's side.
"All newly-chosen Runners, please put on your gear and be ready to launch our first mission in fifteen." The voice of Stargazer said, before leaving the armory for other matters.
Doc was still silent, strapping on his gas mask. The eye holes were a bright blue color, which matched his blue and white windbreaker to be worn over his hazmat suit. He pondered for a moment if anypony would tell who he was anymore. He sat down on a bench by his locker, waiting for the others to be ready.
Edited by scifidude47, 28 September 2014 - 11:43 PM.
#118
Posted 29 September 2014 - 12:04 AM
#119
Posted 29 September 2014 - 05:39 AM
Feather stood outside the building, watching with a detached look. The yellow one had donned his gear, making him quite the intimidating figure, if one could ignore the stream of blood trickling down his snout and his perpetual grin or smirk. She looked at the others. One other pony was ready, but the rest were still presumably bickering.
Perhaps they'll just end up killing themselves here and spare the horrors outside the effort, a darker side of her mused. If it meant one less body to explain to the ponies at home if they returned from the mission, perhaps she could live with their deaths here.
She sighed, poking at a stray feather that had escaped from under the blade keeping it safe. At least in her old camp, they knew who to send, who would survive out there long enough to return.
And even so, sometimes they never did.
Trotting back into the building, she sat down by the whetstone in the corner, brushing her wing against it occasionally for no reason at all.
"Well, I hope we're done with killing each other, because it's their turn."
Edited by High Orbit, 29 September 2014 - 05:40 AM.
#120
Posted 29 September 2014 - 05:50 AM
"Right, I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Precision announced, pulling her blades out of their sheaths.
#121
Posted 29 September 2014 - 10:57 AM
((I would do more, but I'll be stuck using my phone all day because of school : P. And apparently there's the same smiley issue here that I have on Skype...))
#122
Posted 29 September 2014 - 12:17 PM
((Phone is not an excuse, my last two posts were on my phone
))
Feather stopped her wing mid-stroke, noticing the gray-coated newcomer.
She had seen him attempt to walk out unnoticed earlier during the fight, which meant he was otherwise unaffiliated with the group. Which was good, in a way. Teamwork required unbiased members, ones that could trust that the others would have their backs no matter what.
And with what she could see, every bit helped.
"Hello there," she said, giving him a wave with her wing, "Didn't see you around earlier."
Edited by High Orbit, 29 September 2014 - 12:21 PM.
#123
Posted 29 September 2014 - 03:36 PM
Turning to face Feather, Toryl replied "Hi. I'm not too surprised you didn't see me. I usually keep to myself a lot, especially around so many new ponies." Seeing Feather's wing-blades, Toryl tried to make further conversation. "I've never seen weapons like yours before." With a moment of thought, Toryl added "I imagine you get that a lot."
#124
Posted 29 September 2014 - 03:50 PM
Feather nodded, returning to idly pedaling the whetstone. "I noticed."
Once again placing a wing against the circular stone, she continued sharpening it, making the soft screeching of stone against metal once again.
"And yes, I do get it a lot, indeed," she smiled, looking over Toryl's shoulder to see how the others were getting along, "But it's to be expected, I suppose."
She lifted her wing off the stone, testing the edge with a practiced hoof.
"They aren't the most conventional of weapons, that's for sure."
Folding it back against her flank, she returned to face the stallion, extending a hoof in greeting.
"Feather Flight. You are?"
Edited by High Orbit, 29 September 2014 - 03:52 PM.
#125
Posted 29 September 2014 - 04:02 PM
#126
Posted 29 September 2014 - 04:09 PM
Telescopic weapons were not unheard of, especially since the zebra had used a similar weapon to great effect on the ex-prisoner, but this one seemed off, somehow.
Then again, she had never met a field engineer before. For all she knew, it could be a shotgun.
She gestured with her wing, careful not to accidentally prod it.
"I suppose it does more than what it appears to be?"
#127
Posted 29 September 2014 - 04:18 PM
"I can trigger it on to electrify the rod, which sends a powerful electric jolt when it comes into contact with something. The battery's right here," he said, indicating a flat pouch on the side of the glove. "- and so's the generator. I can only store a few charges in the battery, so I need to be able to recharge anywhere. The generator charges on kinetic energy, so as I walk and run, I can build more charge."
Finished with his primary explanation, Toryl added "Other than that, it's basically just a long metal club."
#128
Posted 29 September 2014 - 04:28 PM
Frowning a little, she pulled her extended wing back ever so slightly from the extended rod.
"So, it shocks things?"
Engineering had never been her strong point, especially since her old camp rarely dealt with such things. Realizing how stupid the question had sounded, she threw in a hasty apology.
"Sorry, never really had a chance to dabble in such things," she sighed, "Spare parts for tinkering were quite the rarity where I came from."
Edited by High Orbit, 29 September 2014 - 04:28 PM.
#129
Posted 29 September 2014 - 04:38 PM
"I started on this one as a prototype becaue I was planning on giving them away to help fight the mutants, but I only managed to make this one before the Runner program started. It's not very efficient, but I think I can improve it. First step would be to get a better capacitor. Then more of each charge would go to the shock."
Toryl could think of more upgrades, but he didn't talk about them. He didn't want to throw too much technical stuff at Feather all at once.
#130
Posted 29 September 2014 - 05:28 PM
Silver approached everypony else with his pistol in hoof "Well seeing as we're all so eager to start fighting let's get on with this then." he said to nopony in particular. He decided to stand next to Strike "If anypony else feels the need to settle anything else then do it now or shut the fuck up. We're a team, like Feather said... And if we squabble like a bunch of fillies at a tea party then we are quite literally screwed. I'm not really up for dying today either."
((a little late to it but Silver just arrived so he's bitching about it now))
#131
Posted 30 September 2014 - 03:11 PM
"Umm, ok?" She frowned, trying to understand the statement. "I guess..."
Looking even more lost than the first time, Feather was relieved to have a distraction to change the topic, even if it was not all that welcoming. While she would have loved to understand how Toryl's device worked, the terminology was still beyond her.
What was a capacitor?
Glancing over to Silver, she stood up, brushing the metal dust off her wings with a quick flap, once again taking care not to cut anypony else up by mistake.
"So, when are we leaving?"
#132
Posted 30 September 2014 - 03:34 PM
"I think just about all of us are ready, right?"
#133
Posted 30 September 2014 - 04:01 PM
Feather shrugged, checking her equipment one last time. Noticing that everypony else had their gas masks on already, she took it out of her hoof-pouch, but let it hang loose around her neck instead of wearing it. She hated having to breathe through it, and it did horribly for vision at times.
"Depends on when they want us to leave, I guess." She shifted the red feather she wore on her neck to one side, making sure it didn't get tangled. "After all, they need to find a suitable site that hasn't already been scouted."
She tapped her wings against each other, making a clinking sound.
"And well, since no-one's trying to murder each other, I suppose we are."
Edited by High Orbit, 30 September 2014 - 04:02 PM.
#134
Posted 30 September 2014 - 06:06 PM
(So where should I place Living for now? The crowd has already dispersed and everyone seems to be in the armory...)
((Got it Sci I'll wait for the opportunity ;D))
Edited by Living Ordyin, 01 October 2014 - 03:24 PM.
#135
Posted 01 October 2014 - 12:42 AM
((Just have him sort of running in as they're leaving? Perhaps Living could've tried to negotiate a last-minute volunteer thing with the organizers of The Runners and come out with them?))
Doc got up silently. He seemed quiet, and was compliant with moving, but he looked as if he was about to vomit, as his face had grown even more pale. He stood up, checking that the straps for his gas mask were on tightly before moving towards the exit as sweat began to drip from his forehead.
#136
Posted 02 October 2014 - 12:52 AM
((So yeah can we move on?))
#137
Posted 02 October 2014 - 08:06 AM
((If ya'll ain't going to take the interaction cue I guess I'll have to, for the sake of keeping it flowing. I'll give it till tonight before I post))
#138
Posted 02 October 2014 - 12:19 PM
Seeing Doc acting a little strangely, Toryl went over to check up with him.
"Hey are you alright? You seem a bit off."
Toryl wasn't sure what he'd do at this point. Yeah, I noticed how he's acting; what do I do about it? ... Wow. I really need to get out more. Maybe if I try to put myself where he is...?
#139
Posted 02 October 2014 - 02:45 PM
Feather turned around to watch Toryl, and then the other pony who he was talking to. Once again, he, like the others had his gas mask on, even though it wasn't required at the moment.
She glanced at the pony once again, frowning a little this time as she realized how he was acting. Toryl seemed to have noticed too, which was why he had gone there in the first place. Chastising herself for not realizing it sooner, Feather trotted up to the duo, though still maintaining a respectable distance.
"What's wrong?"
#140
Posted 03 October 2014 - 12:10 AM
Doc looked at Feather and Toryl, thankful that the gas mask hid his face.
"To be frank with you both, I'm terrified. I haven't seen the outside world in years. I've forgotten what it's like. I don't care if they give me a belt-fed machine gun, I'd still be terrified. The fact that some ponies here are excited to leave absolutely dumbfounds me." Doc said, matter-of-fact.
He was truly fearful of the outside world. He would've rather had himself banished to the lower bowels of the bunker forever before being sent outside.
#141
Posted 05 October 2014 - 04:53 PM
((Any reason this just randomly died?))
#142
Posted 05 October 2014 - 08:06 PM
(( idk seems everyone is waiting maybe? Least I am))
#143
Posted 05 October 2014 - 08:25 PM
((Me two))
#144
Posted 05 October 2014 - 09:38 PM
#145
Posted 05 October 2014 - 09:40 PM
((For the story to move on))
#146
Posted 05 October 2014 - 11:14 PM
((Ok, I just had to get in the writing mood so I could post something decent.))
The group eventually moved to the exit, into a small room with two doors. The one behind them closed, and the remaining ponies who were leaving, including a new volunteer, Living Ordyin.
The door behind them shut, and a red light came on as the door in front of them opened, to reveal the grey wastes outside of Eden. Skies grayed with ash, buildings half burnt, or toppled over, innumerable corpses of horrible monsters long dead and decaying outside, and the cold wind whipping against them all. The land itself even looked grey, polluted, dirty, or one might even say sick. Grass was nowhere to be found, and most of the ruins close to Eden were covered wish ash or bits of rubble.
Heartbreaker, one of the other ponies selected, moved forward first, his red travel gear visible the most.
"Let's go. Our first run is into a grocery store just outside." He said. New Leaf and Sparks traveled close behind him, with Doc swallowing his apprehension and moving with them, his gun already drawn as the roll of bandages in his pocket whipped about in the wind.
Each squad member had also been given a radio, which sparked to life.
"That's right, mares and stallions. This is just a test run, to see how dangerous it is to venture outside of the bunker, into the city. The grocery store nearby seems like a good place to start. Focus on canned goods, and maybe some matches, if you can find any in the back rooms. Good luck. Oh, and if you find any mutants... make your shots count." The mare on the other end, presumably Stargazer, said briefly.
#147
Posted 06 October 2014 - 04:38 AM
Seeing the outside world for the first time, Toryl was amazed at how bleak it looked. So this is what it's like outside then? Toryl checked his device one last time before they moved out.
"Oh, darn it!" he called out in annoyance. "I didn't charge this thing enough! It's only got two bars!"
Toryl stared at the battery icon, almost with contempt. It blinked on and off as if it was taunting him for his mistake.
#148
Posted 06 October 2014 - 08:51 PM
(( Intros I guess wooo))
Once the radio finished it's instructions Living looked up, his red eyes blinked from the change of a dark room to brighter sunlight and took in a large gulp of air ''Been a while since I've breathed outside air' he muttered while beginning to trot up behind Doc, 'Hey Doc' Living began, 'didn't know you were part of the runners squad, I missed the announcements earlier today but managed to bribe myself a place, though sacrificing my gun and bullets. Thankfully I should be just fine with my scythe', he said using his magic to unhook the weapon from his faded, light blue pack and showed it to the not as pleased pony walking beside him.
Returning the scythe to his pack Living shivered, 'Ugh, was the wind always this cold before you know, the er, yea...' Living tried to say, attempting to cheer himself up from his slight fear of the mutated and the wasteland and ruins of Equestria.
((Living doesn't have any bullets or a gun partially because I gave him a weapon as a item to use, on other note Living knows Doc because they both work in the Medicine bay and so have met before))
Edited by Living Ordyin, 06 October 2014 - 08:52 PM.
#149
Posted 07 October 2014 - 05:51 AM
"So then. You guys ready for a little shopping?" She tried to smile at her lame joke, but failed.
She looked around her again. In the time she had been in the bunker, more and more dust had fallen from the sky, making everything seem like it was in greyscale. The only flash of colour she saw was the dusty corner of a sign, hanging by a nail.
#150
Posted 07 October 2014 - 09:34 PM
"I suppose I'm ready as I'll ever be. Damn... it is cold.." Doc said, shivering at the sudden drop in temperature. It had always been somewhat comfortable in Eden, so this was quite a change.
#151
Posted 08 October 2014 - 01:15 AM
Strike looked at the barren wasteland in front of him. To be fair it was exactly as he left it. Home sweet home.... Strike waved his hoof trying to get attention from the other members of the group. "Alright ponies this is how we're gonna do this.'' He stopped for a brief moment to make sure everypony was paying attention. "Three of you I don't care which are going inside to grab the stuff... Quietly... The rest I want you all to spread out around the store and be ready should any danger arise. And last I don't want hear a single shot, if you make any noise we're leaving you behind as bait, everypony got it?"
#152
Posted 08 October 2014 - 06:42 AM
Without waiting for the batpony's unwanted approval, she continued.
"Why the buck are we taking orders from the runner killer? I'm all for experience, but how do we know he's not going to kill us all? I suggest we all go in pairs. And Strike goes in a three, because quite frankly, I don't trust him. So, Potpah should go on the roof, if one of the pegasi can get her up there, and stay with her on lookout. We should have a pair on the major entrances and exits too." She smiled sweetly at Strike.
"Sound like a plan?"
Edited by Splash, 08 October 2014 - 06:42 AM.
#153
Posted 08 October 2014 - 10:03 AM
Feather sighed, watching the group bicker. Evidently none of them were going to make it out at this rate, even if it was a quick run. Not wanting to add more fuel to the flames, she took several steps forward, before launching herself into the air with a series of soft metallic chimes.
Ah, it had been so long since she had flown. In Eden's cramped walls, one could hardly expect freedom of movement, especially when it came to the pegasus race and their affinity with the sky... The thought faded away into nothing as Feather noticed that she was not included in that category, and never would be.
Turning her head to look around from her elevated vantage point, she quickly noted down possible sniping spots and threat directions, once again putting her old skills to the test. Having done that with a quick glance and confirmatory nod, she hovered over to the group's lone sniper, a chocolate maned mare.
"Will recon," she told the group tersely. If they were as coordinated and as understanding of one another as her old hunting group, that would be all they needed. Glancing down at the mare, she gave a flap of her wings.
"Anyplace you favor?"
#154
Posted 08 October 2014 - 04:32 PM
Living registered the command and then blinked up onto the ash dusted roof, might as well look out from up here, he thought as his eyes glanced over the boring grey terrain, few things had survived the devastation he noted considering the flat, though crater ridden ridden, land visible in the horizon. Sitting down Living wondered if they were gonna attacked by any mutants, shaking his head he comforted himself, no there's no chance we're only gonna be out here for a bit, no way they'll be appearing around here.
#155
Posted 08 October 2014 - 04:43 PM
#156
Posted 08 October 2014 - 05:41 PM
''If nopony is gonna listen to me that is fine, I am going to stay here and wait until somepony gets killed, then maybe after an apology I'll help.'' Strike pointed to James ''Mr. mud pony the grocery shop is all yours.''
#157
Posted 08 October 2014 - 06:14 PM
"A murderer and a racist? Wow. If you want us to trust you, don't fling around that kind of word. "
Precision, deciding to ignore Strike completely, turned to James.
"I'll go with you. Doc, do you want to go between us, so you can pick out medical stuff?"
#158
Posted 10 October 2014 - 11:49 PM
"That would be nice. I'd be suprised if there's anything medicinal left in there, though. Pharmacy was probably picked clean even before the bombings." Doc said as they began to approach the supermarket.
The front of the store was made of glass, all of which had been blown inward, scattering broken glass around the front lot. The building appeared to be decaying, and shopping carts in various states of decay were strewn about, next to a few skeletons that had been covered in a layer of dust.
"Let's move." New Leaf said, trotting towards the store, the rest in tow.
"I don't like the look of this place..." Doc said quietly to Precision.
#159
Posted 12 October 2014 - 06:10 PM
"Yeah, even if it isn't full of mutants, we still have the problems of little survivor gangs, full of ponies like Strike. If I were one, I would certainly check this place every now and then." Precision murmured back. "And that's even if if the building doesn't collapse in on us. Lets not stay in there any longer than we have to."
Looking at the skeletons littering the floor, Precision shivered.
#160
Posted 14 October 2014 - 02:48 AM
#161
Posted 14 October 2014 - 02:15 PM
Toryl was glad to find something he could do away from the others. He didn't want to be there if anypony started fighting again, because if it was bad enough to be introverted in a group this large, it was worse when the group wasn't already getting along.
As an afterthought, Toryl added "Hey, uh, if you guys find anything mechanical, can I check it out?" Because I'd like to get my weapon upgraded as soon as possible. I'm already feeling uncomfortable out here and nothing's even shown up yet.
#162
Posted 21 October 2014 - 03:05 AM
((Guys, why did this die again? I know it's not easy to stick with one thing for long (I have that problem myself to a super high degree), but it's nearly been a week since I posted and I know that RPs have slow periods, but this is kinda ridiculous for the pace we've had. I'd have thought that at least one person would've posted by now XP))
#163
Posted 21 October 2014 - 10:47 AM
((Guys, why did this die again? I know it's not easy to stick with one thing for long (I have that problem myself to a super high degree), but it's nearly been a week since I posted and I know that RPs have slow periods, but this is kinda ridiculous for the pace we've had. I'd have thought that at least one person would've posted by now XP))
((Sci's occupied otherwise, and everyone's pretty much stuck squabbling, and I can't move since I initiated a cue. I think it's time to bury this one as well.))
#164
Posted 21 October 2014 - 11:00 AM
((fetches 'lack of rp creator control/involvement' shovel))
Edited by LivingSprite, 21 October 2014 - 11:00 AM.
#165
Posted 21 October 2014 - 02:39 PM
#166
Posted 21 October 2014 - 09:45 PM
Doc moved slowly with the other ponies into the store, sidestepping bits of rubble and corpses.
"We should be quick." New Leaf said, quickly moving into one of the dark aisles.
#167
Posted 22 October 2014 - 12:39 AM
((Yay, you're back. I wasn't thinking that anyone was an idiot, I was just wondering why we suddenly stopped for that long.))
#168
Posted 23 October 2014 - 12:21 AM
((Unfortunately, I cannot force people to post. If they don't want to be involved in the RP, that's it. ))
#169
Posted 24 October 2014 - 01:18 AM
((So now it's less that you're occupied and more that everyone else is. : P))
#170
Posted 24 October 2014 - 10:28 PM
((Here's a hint maybe have mutants attack, some excitement, action, something to react to))
#171
Posted 25 October 2014 - 06:37 PM
((Here's a hint maybe have mutants attack, some excitement, action, something to react to))
#172
Posted 26 October 2014 - 02:36 PM
((As if I wasn't planning that
))
Doc and the others had already begun finding untouched supplies. The aisles that weren't knocked over still had surprising amounts of food left over, despite the fact that most of the labels were partially burnt or just nonexistant. Most of the other aisles were full of rusted tools or burnt bags of pet food. The frozen and dairy aisles of the store, and especially aisles with produce, gave off a sickening scent of rot, the smell penetrating the gas masks, causing anypony who entered them to gag.
Doc had gathered some non perishable food, and was wandering a bit when he came across a large green entrance to the back storage of the store. Something smelled off within it, but he thought that maybe if they got past the smell, they could come across some water bottles, which seemed to be lacking throughout the store.
He motioned for anypony nearby, although it was a bit difficult for anypony to make him out in the near pitch-black back of the store, where the sunlight just barely reached.
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