Post by Abel Declerk on Feb 28, 2009 18:36:42 GMT -7
"After the Chinese overthrew the Mongols, they began the Ming dynasty, which was a period of economic and social isolationism..." Abel said quietly to himself, sitting at the oak desk in his apartment. His World History text book sat open in front of him, surrounded by piles of disorganized notes. In four days, he had to take his first college-level final; he had been advised to skip sleep to study by a few upperclassmen since the finals at Queens University were so notoriously difficult.
Abel's mind couldn't help but wander. Right now, Queens was in its own state of isolationism. The government had assured everyone that it would be safe to go outside within the next two days, and everybody blindly put their faith in that. He wasn't so sure. The last pandemic so deadly had to have been the bubonic plague. "Damn, what year did the bubonic plague start?" he asked himself, thumbing through all of his notes. His mind was drifting in between school work and the modern-day plague at hand.
Everyone knew that the government liked to say things in order to prevent mass panic. Keep 'em in the dark for their own good. Abel didn't know why nobody else saw that. He wasn't expecting to be taking his final in four days, but being the organized goody-two-shoes that he was, he had forced himself to sit down and study just in case.
Just as he had reached his notes on the bubonic plague, his desk lamp switched off. He reached up and tried to switch it back on, but it wouldn't go. Deciding it must have burnt out, Abel stood up and felt his way to the light switch. He flipped it. Nothing. He tried again, but nothing happened. Looking over, he saw that even his alarm clock had lost power.
It felt like someone had dropped a bunch of rocks into the pit of Abel's stomach as he stumbled into his living room, trying every light switch and electric appliance. Nothing was working. Suddenly, he didn't even want to prepare for finals just in case. He reached his front door and slowly turned the knob, shaking. He couldn't muster the courage to pull it open, so he walked back to his room and reached under his bed. "There it is," he said, feeling the long handle of his Lousiville Slugger.
With his new weapon, he managed to go out of his room. Of course, all the light was off in the hallway. Abel walked in the direction of the stairs- obviously the elevator wouldn't work. As he worked his way down the stairs, his breathing became shallow and his palms began to sweat. He adjusted his grip on the baseball bat, carefully walking down each step until he finally reached the door into the main lobby.
It sounded like the doorman was arguing with a woman. Abel had no way of telling who exactly was in the lobby because it was pitch black. Street lights and other buildings were totally dark. Few cars were out due to government warnings to stay put until further notice, so the occasional headlight cast a pool of light into the building, but not enough to light up the scene.
"Hey, hey, what's going on here?" Abel asked.
Abel's mind couldn't help but wander. Right now, Queens was in its own state of isolationism. The government had assured everyone that it would be safe to go outside within the next two days, and everybody blindly put their faith in that. He wasn't so sure. The last pandemic so deadly had to have been the bubonic plague. "Damn, what year did the bubonic plague start?" he asked himself, thumbing through all of his notes. His mind was drifting in between school work and the modern-day plague at hand.
Everyone knew that the government liked to say things in order to prevent mass panic. Keep 'em in the dark for their own good. Abel didn't know why nobody else saw that. He wasn't expecting to be taking his final in four days, but being the organized goody-two-shoes that he was, he had forced himself to sit down and study just in case.
Just as he had reached his notes on the bubonic plague, his desk lamp switched off. He reached up and tried to switch it back on, but it wouldn't go. Deciding it must have burnt out, Abel stood up and felt his way to the light switch. He flipped it. Nothing. He tried again, but nothing happened. Looking over, he saw that even his alarm clock had lost power.
It felt like someone had dropped a bunch of rocks into the pit of Abel's stomach as he stumbled into his living room, trying every light switch and electric appliance. Nothing was working. Suddenly, he didn't even want to prepare for finals just in case. He reached his front door and slowly turned the knob, shaking. He couldn't muster the courage to pull it open, so he walked back to his room and reached under his bed. "There it is," he said, feeling the long handle of his Lousiville Slugger.
With his new weapon, he managed to go out of his room. Of course, all the light was off in the hallway. Abel walked in the direction of the stairs- obviously the elevator wouldn't work. As he worked his way down the stairs, his breathing became shallow and his palms began to sweat. He adjusted his grip on the baseball bat, carefully walking down each step until he finally reached the door into the main lobby.
It sounded like the doorman was arguing with a woman. Abel had no way of telling who exactly was in the lobby because it was pitch black. Street lights and other buildings were totally dark. Few cars were out due to government warnings to stay put until further notice, so the occasional headlight cast a pool of light into the building, but not enough to light up the scene.
"Hey, hey, what's going on here?" Abel asked.
Thursday Night 8:50 P.M.
Weapons: Louisville Slugger
[/center]Weapons: Louisville Slugger
