<div style="text-align: center;">This RP is intended to center around a group of survivors who meet up and do their best to survive in a world turned upside down by supernatural events, natural disasters, and other phenomenon. The starting location is in a small town along the I-10 corridor in southern Texas.</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Excerpts from a discarded journal found in an abandoned home outside of Seguin, Texas:<br/><br/>‎Thursday, 28 July, 2016<br/><br/>Decided to start keeping a journal today, partly as a record, partly as a means of keeping myself sane. Its been almost a year since the manifestations began, and there's hardly anyone left. Probably no one  left. Doesn't help that the government did what it did best when all this started. Between the bombs going off, and various radicalist groups vying for power, no one really noticed that we were sytematically vanishing from the face of the planet. Fortunatly, I know how to keep my head down, and in doing so, I think I may have been able to ride out the worst of it. Didn't have much to eat for the longest time, did some things I can't really say I'm proud of, but by some miracle I've managed to make it this long. Whatevers happening though seems to be winding down. I haven't seem to run into much trouble these days. Mostly just spend my time now managing my supplies and trying to pass the time. Fuel is pretty easy to come by, with all the abandoned vehicles along the highways. And ammo is pretty plentiful too, given the circumstances. I guess things happened quick enough that nobody really had time to burn through it all. I move from place to place, looking to see interesting bits I can turn up now. Not much else to do with no power. Still got the laptop, but It'd be a waste to burn fuel to keep the motor running just so I can play video games all day. Things are interesting enough as it is anyway.<br/>Been recently considering scouring the outskirts of the nearby city centers, which is only a couple hours away. Been looking to maybe help myself to some of those solar panels gathering dust and doing fuck all good. Problem is, I haven't the first clue how to make any use of them. I understand basic electricity just fine, just haven't the first clue on how to turn the DC into line voltage. I'll more than likely have to spend a few weeks combing the local libraries to see if I can't scare up some useful information. It'll be damn dangrous though, with whatever might still be hiding there.<br/><br/>Wednesday, 10 August, 2016<br/><br/>Finally decided to stop procrastinating today. Started running low on food and the few local convienence stores are almost stripped of non-perishables. Went ahead and remounted the floodlights, guns and some gas cans into the Explorer, and headed towards    I-10. Made a few stops to see if I could pick up some chips, jerky and sodas. Knew I wouldn't find shit once I hit 10. Luckily enough, things aren't too bad the further you get from the major cities and main highways. Would've be nice if the drinks were cold, but it was better than nothing. Can't really see myself doing a long drive without things like that. Not so much for survival purposes, more so than a sense of comfort and nostalgia. A sense of some normalacy given the bleak conditions.<br/>Things seemed pretty okay till I actually made it to the highway. I had to dodge what appeared to be sickly green tinted manowars hovering above the rows of burned out cars along the feeder. Fortunatly, they appeared unitelligent and docile. They seemed more content grazing on bits of charred bodies that happened to litter the area than what I was doing. Still, it didn't bode well, and I would probably need to find a safe place to hunker down for the night. Most of the smaller towns lining or near this major corridor would have quite a few suitable places to sleep for the night. All I had to do was find one relatively untouched. Followed a back road for a few miles and into a wooded area, and found this nice pristine two story place. Didn't really like all the large windows on the bottom floor, but there was only one staircase to block off. This place ain't too bad, theres a small wine cellar down stairs I thought lead to a basement, and a fairly large garage out back. Gonna wrap this up so I can go treat the gas I managed to scavenge today, then enjoy myself a nice bit of wine and creamed corn.<br/><br/>Thursday, 11 August, 2016<br/>Had a hell of a scare this morning. Woke up feeling slightly hung over, despite only having a few a glasses of wine last night. My alcohol tolerance must be going down or something. Doesn't matter, not much opportunity to drink anyway, just isn't safe most of the time. Anyway, I stumble down the hallway to the bathroom, and halfway through my morning piss I hear heavy footsteps on the porch downstairs. It was pretty close to eight in the morning, so it was way to late to be one of the clans of nightwalkers. And didn't wake up being torn to shreds to delighted shrieks and yips, so it definatly wasn't reavers. Besides, I was too far from the city to really have any odds of coming across any. Still, I had no idea what the hell it was moving around down, and it sounded pretty big given the weight of the footsteps. Nervously, I clutched my shotgun to my side, and finish doing my buisness before heading downstairs to investigate. As I climbed over the junk I had piled in front of the stairs, I see something vanish from sight out one of the big windows.<br/>I creeped up to the door, eyes darting back and forth, almost certain something was going to come bursting through one of the large glass panels. Froze when I heard a limb beside the house snap. Would have pissed my pants if I hadn't already just gone when that fucking cow ran back across the porch and into the yard. It paused for a moment looking back at the house. Should have shot the fucker out of spite, but it obviously appeared as terrified as I was at that point so I let go. Didn't feel like taking the time to butcher it anyway. I have plenty of food, and besides, I'm on a mission. Going to mark this place down on my maps, and load what I can into the Explorer. Only got fifty miles left.<br/><br/>Friday, 12 August, 2016<br/><br/>Nearly goddamned died today. Figures, day started off so slow after my close encounter of the bovine kind.  After making a few pit stops at various places along the way to pick up any portable 12 volt car inverters I could get my hands on, I managed to find one of those electric ice chests. Found it when I was looting the sporting goods section of a Walmart. Loaded it with all the ammo I could grab and some two liters, then took my haul back to the parking lot. Loaded the ammo in back, and took the cooler up to the passenger seat. I was kind of thrilled at the prospect of being able to enjoy a cold soda for once. Well, during the summer at least. Hopped back in, and started whittling down the last thirty or so miles to San Antonio. I got about fifteen or some miles down I-10 when I noticed something on the horizon ahead of me. At first I thought it was a dark cloud or something, until it stood up. What ever it was, looked like an enourmous horseshoe crab propelling itself upward on long, spindly legs. And then it began to walk. I immediatly slowed to a halt, and stared at this thing stupidly for a good five minutes before I regained my common sense. Shockwaves began rolling past the vehicle, echoing the things steps from moments before. I knew that all the commotion would stir up every living creature in a hundred mile radius, which of course would mean reavers would soon be out hunting every living thing in sight.<br/>I turned the Explorer around, and started booking it down the shoulder. Luckily, I had the foresight to get decent tires. If I was fast enough, I could make it back to the town I had just come from and find a safe place before shit hit the fan. Hard enough to dodge debris as it is without having to keep your eyes peeled in every direction for reaver packs. No sign of anything till I hit town about ten minutes later. They were just off to the left when I did, finishing feeding on something they already managed to tatter into bits. I punched it, hoping they would remain distracted long enough for me to get a head start on them. Cursing myself, I drew a cigarette from the pack and lit it while I still had a bit of clear road ahead of me and glanced once more in the rear view. I glanced back at the road, relieved, and took a drag. Just to be sure, I cast a wary eye back at the mirror. Thats when I caught a glimpse of it, the characteristic lashing of tentacles trailing a mass of scythe like limbs digging into the pavement. I started reciting just about every swear word known to man, and pulled my shotgun up from the floor board. I wanted to have it on hand just in case. I know its not the most dignified way out, but it sure as fuck beats being repeatedly slammed into the pavement then rapidly disembowled, as you choke to death on your own blood. Fuck that shit, I would rather take the cowards way out, thank you very much. As I looked up, again, one of them was running along side the car. It looked at me, I looked at it, it looked back at me with a dozen mocking eyes, I filled its face full of buckshot, which seemed to disuade it slightly. Five more were still following on my heels. If I was going to get away, I'd have to get moving faster and put some distance between me and them. I ended up spotting a side road with not a single vehicle on it. I cut across the ditch to the feeder, and onto what was almost certainly my salvation. My path clear, I was able to push up to 110, and in a matter of minutes, I was in the clear. Still,I wasn't out of danger just yet. I spotted a trailer in the distance. It wasn't much, but beggers can't be choosers. As long as I wasn't caught outside, I would be safe. I slammed to a halt when I reached the driveway, and heard a loud THUMP and saw something fly past the front of the Explorer. Instinctivly, I pushed the vehicle forward, and the front end lifted with a satisfying crunch and a drawn out shriek. Apparently one of the fuckers managed to attach itself to the roof rack, and stayed there the entire time. I put six rounds in its face, grabbed as much ammo as I could carry, and ran inside. Barred the door with a couch and hunkered down in the bathroom a few hours. Heard a bit of yipping and growls, some tapping on the side of the trailer, and nothing else. Never heard of reavers giving until at least a few days though. Shouldn't complain though. I'm going to wait here until its I think its safe to move, try to see if there's some canned food in the kitchen. Gonna have to make this jar of pickles last till then.<br/><br/>Saturday, 13 August, 2016<br/><br/>Something...odd...happened last night. I'm not me. I mean, I'm me and I'm not me anymore. These aren't my... This isn't my ...And this isn't my...never mind. Oh god, I think I'm going to puke again...<br/><br/>Friday, 19 August, 2016<br/><br/>I've been sitting here for five days, going between staring at the walls, and trying to put food or water into my stomach without it coming back up. I was finally able to keep something down yesterday. I thought for the longest part I was hallucinating, but I'm pretty sure it should have worn off by now if that were the case. I'm going to make a record of this while its fresh in my mind. It was about six hours after my escape. I had decided it was time to get some food. It was late afternoon. I lined up the cans to see what my options for the night were, and decided on finding a place to sleep. The master bedroom had a rather long window in back. Despite it being high off the ground, I didn't trust it, so I decided to try my luck on the other end of the house. Room next to the bathroom was crammed full of junk to the point that the door could barely open, and smelled distinctly like cat piss, so that was off the table. The next room, at the opposite end of the house, seemed like the only viable option. Didn't see light coming from under the door, which I thought at the time was a good sign that maybe someone had covered the windows at one point. Pulled my flashlight from its holster and got my shot gun ready, just in case. I slowly opened the door, shining my flashlight directly at the back wall as I stepped in.. The windows were in fact covered, and the room seemed empty. At least it did until I spotted the heap of a dead reaver lying motionless in the corner behind me, with something standing over it. I can't really describe to you the way it looked. It was just gaunt, and like everything else, had a mass of tentacles, all of which were wrapped tightly around the body. I stood frozen, and it remained absolutely motionless. It wasn't until I leveled off on it and fired that I felt the sharp pain in my thigh. As the thing I had shot writhed in the corner. I looked down at the source of the pain, and saw a brown shard embedded in my leg. I quickly lost balance and fell as the pain began to spread rapidly. I can't really compare the sensation to anything I've ever felt before. All I can say, it was like someone had lit my blood on fire. Every inch of me burned, every inch of flesh, inside and out. I layed there writhing for what felt like hours, begging for the release of death. Eventually, I blacked out. And then, then most suprising thing happened.<br/>I woke up, in a puddle of what must have been a mixture of every bodily fluid imaginable, with a few notes of something else. My flashlight still shone dimly in the room, allowing my some small measure of visibility. I was alone, and fortunatly alive, though every muscle in my body was fatigued from earlier and my stomach felt like it was doing flips. I reached for the flashlight to pull it towards me. Thats when I noticed something was wrong. I mean, it was still a hand, a human hand at that. But it wasn't my...fuck this is still difficult. It wasn't mine. But it still responded to my commands, so it had to be. Starting to panic, I pulled the flashlight over. Breathing heavily, my head still laying on the vomit-piss soaked carpet, I slowly managed to roll myself over onto my back. My stomach starts to churn worse as I note a few other unfamiliar sensations. I sit up. I saw what was happening but it felt like maybe I was tripping on whatever that thing shot me full of. As soon as the room stopped spinning like a carnival ride, I pulled myself to my feet. Every thing was stiff, and I could hardly walk as I made my way to the bathroom. I set the flashlight on the counter before stepping in front of the mirror. Who I saw wasn't me, or rather, is who I suppose I am now. Still wearing the same shirt and pants I had put on this morning, now soaked with an unholy concoction of nauseating fluids and streaks blood that obviously had come from my nose and mouth. My face did at least look somewhat like my face, but it was different now, more... My brain couldn't process it. I double over, sick, and puked. Or I would have, if there were anything left. It was more like the worst god awful dry heave I've ever gone through. I did managed to get something to come up. Not sure if it was blood or what, but it was dark and bitter tasting.<br/>After that, I passed out again, and woke up around daybreak. I really couldn't think straight, just fixated on the night before. I stood up, wiping some of the crusted juices from my face, and confirmed that what had happened last night, was in fact real. I must have stared for hours. Checked everything out, again and again and again, in utter disbelief. After rummaging up some mouthwash, I lit up a cigarette and sat on the couch, not thinking about anything in particular. Just tried to digest everything. I was alive, but I hurt like hell, and hungry like I hadn't felt since the months days of this entire ordeal. I turned and looked to the cans I had lined night before.I felt like shit, but I was fucking hungry. Took me a good ten minutes to get into that fucking can. When I finally did, everything that went down, eventually came back up. Every goddamn time. Three days of staring in the mirror, eating, drinking, and throwing up. It got only a little easier each time though. Seemed like the canned meats and tuna stayed down the longest. Around day four, I started to go a little nuts. I didn't really want to go outside, and there was nothing left in the house, except for the back bedroom. I tore some of the foil off the window and saw that some of the reaver was still left untouched by first nights struggle. I grabbed some hangers out of the closet and a fist-full of entrails. and slapped them on the kitchen counter. Took some books off a bookshelf and built myself a fire. I think one of them might have even been Fahrenheit 451. You can guess the rest. In the end, it really didn't taste all that bad. And after all, it finally stayed down.