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[ University ]

There was always something to look forward to each day. A new goal, a new aspiration, a new experiment.
However, today was not one of those days. What had once been, was now no more. At least, for some time. Today was a day when it felt like things would change. Would it be just like before? Perhaps not, but... perhaps it would be just a little bit better today.

No, it wouldn't just be better. She would MAKE it better. Danielle never settled for something half-done. She would see this through to the very end.

[Mall]

It had been a whole month since this hell started. Jayson at least had his lover, his husband. He had heard of many others that weren't so lucky. He sat up and rubbed his exhausted eyes; not much sleep to be had when safety is out the door. He yawned, looking over to his lover with a sad expression. What would he do if anything happened to him? He'd... have nothing left to live for, nothing at all. Jay picked himself up, lightly shaking July. "Hey, July... We need to get up.. it's time to finally get some stuff done today, okay?" He nudged his lover, speaking to him softly. He knelt down to kiss the other's forehead before moving to dress himself, glaring at the ridiculous uniform that he refused to wear.

Jay nudged July again, making sure he was getting up as well. After all, they both had a lot of work to do if they wanted to secure their little place in the arts and crafts store.

[ Mall ]

July hadn't wanted to wake up that morning despite a nagging feeling that today would be different somehow. Sleeping was difficult, and he found it hard to rest for long periods of time without waking for one reason or another. Even with their personal small space inside the Glitter Boutique, it wasn’t exactly like home just yet. It was hard to think so much time had already passed, what did the future have in store for them? He didn’t want to think too closely about tomorrow, focusing on today was easier to manage.

They had both been lucky thus far. Rumor had it they just needed to hang on for seven more days.

“Hn.” He protested being nudged at, finally getting up in full. Groaning tiredly his eyes fluttered open, looking up at his lover with a smile, a quick kiss to the cheek and a tired yawn was his greeting. “I’m up…That sound’s good, we could stand to actually keep busy to get our mind off this.” He murmured sleepily smiling. He started to sit up pushing the sleeping bag he’d been laying off his lap.

Quickly dressing, he also applied an acceptable level of deodorant before pulling on a t-shirt. He wore a portion of the silly costume, pulling on the long striped socks…and momentarily glared at his lover in an almost playful fashion. He’d said anything but the screaming rainbow ones, and what did he have to wear for socks today? “Really?” July laughed, some of the weariness gone from him now that he was up and moving.

Today was going to be better, perhaps even with less fear and anxiety involved? July could only hope.

[Mall]

One month had already been too long in Ritsa's person opinion. Why the military was taking so long to help was beyond her. Or perhaps this was just some social experiment to see how humans could work in a post apocalyptic world. She'd seen enough movies to know the longer this lasted the lower the survival rate of all involved. At least she knew the mall inside and out by now, and while she hadn't ventured outside for supplies yet, she would start her day off by heading towards the bar for information. Potentially a group she could join for the time being that could help her stay alive.

[Prison]

Emma woke that morning without a plan, she just drove till she ran out of gas.. She ended up at the prison and that's where she was stuck. She really didn't know how she had gotten herself into this weird situation but her she was and she planned to do her best to get through this mess, no matter what. Emma just wished she knew what she should or could do to help out with this mess, was there a way to drive back to darkness that had fallen this world?? Did anyone care anymore? Perhaps now it was just about one more day, nothing more.

[Exit]

[ Apartment ]

Calvin was in his apartment on the toilet, his pants at his ankle. The smell was rotten as he reached under the bowl for his stash of heroin – only to find an emptied bag. ********. ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ********, ******** opened the bag and turned it inside out, licking every inch of the plastic for every tiny trace of heroin. It wasn’t going to be enough to escape from the hellhold outside. No, to survive this, he couldn’t just be Calvin Klein, the unfortunately named non-underwear mogul nobody.

No, today, he would be Cherry Poppins. Like Sailor Moon, he grabbed his henshin mascara pen and transformed with makeup.

[ Apartments ]

Crow Anderson had tried to sleep in this particular day, but a strong unyielding urge to do something ate at her. She tossed and turned and tried to dismiss it... but it was not to be ignored. Get up Crow, today was going to be different. She did not know for sure yet how or why, just that it was.

She finally dragged herself up and grabbed a lumpy bag she had fashioned out of an old well-worn stuffed animal. It was still stuffed, only now full of odds and ends for survival, the original stuffing long gone. She headed out of her room into the winding halls, to either embrace this change or to find it was all in her mind and then she may finally rest with this knowledge in tow.

[prison]

The world had gone all topsy turvy and Vayne had little to no idea what in the world was going on around him. He knew that he had been found and had barely made it through the change in the prison. So many had died that day. He still had nightmares.

He had slowly started to follow what was going on, even somehow keeping from being killed while they all settled into the new patterns. This was going to be his life from now on, and it wasn't really as nice as one would think, but at least it was LIFE.

He lay back on his bunk, one arm tossed over his eyes as he took a deep breath. He was alive, he was going to help out somehow and stay that way. One thing he did miss was technology. It really sucked not having anything to hack into. Stupid damned zombie jerks.