Post Judgment
Disclaimer: I do not own terminator. Duh.
The Aftermath
Kate stood precariously at the bottom of a huge stockpile of frozen meats. She shook her head in disgust. Kate, an ardent vegetarian (A/N: I don't remember if she's that serious in the movies, but it'll be important later on.), thought that if slaughtering helpless animals was a sin, whoever arranged to have this much meat had bought a one-way ticket to the downstairs room. She didn't even want to touch it, but someone had to check the food supply, and John had already claimed weapons detail. Lucky her.
Kate took a step closer to the pile, selected a white cardboard box that read: Meats Poultry-Turkey, and carried away from the pile. She shivered. The room she was in was more like a giant freezer, although it probably wasn't as cold as it should have been. Kate supposed that the motor had stalled in the blasts, and was in the process of re-freezing the room.
Kate was in the middle of prying open the box when she heard some commotion coming from the other room. She noticed, while trying to suppress a laugh, the sound of metal hitting the floor, and distinctly heard the word "shit". She giggled, and turned back to her work. For a box of meet, there was an awful lot of packaging. She plugged her nose while plucking out the Styrofoam, waiting for the stench of spoiled meat, because she was sure that thirty years of storage would have ruined it. But, under the Styrofoam was peanut packaging. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck prickle, and she had a surge of suspicion. It was as if it was a box full of delicate vases. She brushed her hand through the peanuts. Nothing.
Panic struck; no food! Ok, so she didn't eat meat anyway. There were other people that needed it. And, according to John, the nuclear war had practically wiped out everything. Every scrap counted.
Breathing quickly, she seized another box; beef this time. She ripped it open and scrounged through the packaging. Nothing.
Box after box after box...nothing. They had nothing. They were going to starve. Wait! Her thoughts flew to the canned food in the adjacent room. Surely nobody had touched those, right?
Jumping to her feet, she sprinted into the left-hand room. Shelves, this time, laden with cans upon cans upon cans of everything you could imagine. Corn, peas, peaches, pumpkin pie, trail mix, pineapple, and so on (A/N: Disgusting, I know. You should see some of the things my school serves. All canned, of course. Blach.). Kate gave a sigh of relief. She grabbed a nearby can of corn, just to make sure it was real. Solid enough, she thought. She turned it over in her hands, relishing in the thought...
Something at the top of the can caught her eye. She pulled it closer to her face.
"Shit."
The can had obviously been opened. There clear as day, an outlined circle, smeared on the edges with crazy glue. This day just got better and better. She grabbed another can: opened. Panic rising again, she grabbed can after can, throwing them behind her in disgust. Great, just great!
She heard, again, from the same room as before, metal crashing to the floor. Again, she distinguished the word "shit". Curiosity overcame her, and she made her way over to the room containing the weapons; the room John was in.
"Shit, shit, and shit!!!" he cried in rage as she entered. She walked up to him cautiously with the idea of calming him down, when she suddenly found her self face-to-face with the cement. She'd slipped on something on the ground. Rubbing her forehead, she got to her feet and looked at the floor. It was littered with little red cartridges that ended in metal. She guessed this was some kind of ammunition, though she wasn't well versed on the subject.
"God, I'm gonna kill somebody! Who did this?! Idiots!" John was still screaming his head off, throwing the boxes of ammunition on the floor. One of them came dangerously close to hitting her in the head.
"John? JOHN!" she shouted, bringing her raging partner out of his fury. He turned to her, an angry look on his face.
"Look," he said simply, handing her a box. She opened it, only to find more of the little red cartridges. She couldn't see anything wrong with it. Kate gave John a curious look, but he just gestured toward the box again. She turned it to its side. 'Winchester Pheasant Shot' it read. Ok, so it was hunting shot, but it would still work. Again, Kate looked at John with a curious look.
"So?" John sighed at this.
"It's pheasant shot. So, number one, even if we had a shotgun, it would do precisely squat," he explained.
"Wait a minute, there are plenty of guns. Couldn't you just use them?" she asked. Instantly she regretted those words, sensing that it was a stupid suggestion.
"Do you see any shotguns?" pressed John, "Rifles, machine guns, bazookas, ect, ect, and ect. These are hunting shots. They're too big for the guns, and I doubt they'd even penetrate goose skin."
Kate dropped the box. Someone knew. Somebody knew they were here, or were going to be here. Someone who didn't want them to survive. They had no food, no water, and no defenses. They were stranded in the middle of nowhere. They were going to die.
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Wow! I can't even count how many reviews I got! Thanks a lot!!!! I feel sooooooooo loved….shutting up. Sorry it took so long to update, I am such a procrastinator! Next chapter: scouring for survivors.
Questions:
Margo: The almost kiss could've waited, I know, but I couldn't help it, lol! I thought since there was so much emotional distress and junk that they needed comfort. Plus, there won't be another one for a really, really long time. And Kate knew the way to the supplies because she has been there before. She was there once, with her father. That's all I'm gonna say for now, except that she was really little at the time.
Streetsim: I think this chapter answers your question. But, if I really did put existent meet in this story, it would have been frozen and vacuum sealed. The most it would have gotten was freezer burn.
K9: Hee hee, I never thought about explaining about the scar. Thanks for the idea!!!
Swthart: *Blushes* Thanks!!! I hope my bio didn't scare you too much.
Also, thanks to Excalibur Z, Midnight Dove, Punk-Freak-123, isilme, ironwolf, Marla Gilmore, Mike999, jun_iper, MetChick01, Fanboy24, matt13086, Tom green, GS335, China-boy, BowlingForSoup(love that band!!!), Starrika and eska*ai*tenshi for reviewing!!!
Peace out…
~*~Ze Czech~*~
Disclaimer: I do not own terminator. Duh.
The Aftermath
Kate stood precariously at the bottom of a huge stockpile of frozen meats. She shook her head in disgust. Kate, an ardent vegetarian (A/N: I don't remember if she's that serious in the movies, but it'll be important later on.), thought that if slaughtering helpless animals was a sin, whoever arranged to have this much meat had bought a one-way ticket to the downstairs room. She didn't even want to touch it, but someone had to check the food supply, and John had already claimed weapons detail. Lucky her.
Kate took a step closer to the pile, selected a white cardboard box that read: Meats Poultry-Turkey, and carried away from the pile. She shivered. The room she was in was more like a giant freezer, although it probably wasn't as cold as it should have been. Kate supposed that the motor had stalled in the blasts, and was in the process of re-freezing the room.
Kate was in the middle of prying open the box when she heard some commotion coming from the other room. She noticed, while trying to suppress a laugh, the sound of metal hitting the floor, and distinctly heard the word "shit". She giggled, and turned back to her work. For a box of meet, there was an awful lot of packaging. She plugged her nose while plucking out the Styrofoam, waiting for the stench of spoiled meat, because she was sure that thirty years of storage would have ruined it. But, under the Styrofoam was peanut packaging. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck prickle, and she had a surge of suspicion. It was as if it was a box full of delicate vases. She brushed her hand through the peanuts. Nothing.
Panic struck; no food! Ok, so she didn't eat meat anyway. There were other people that needed it. And, according to John, the nuclear war had practically wiped out everything. Every scrap counted.
Breathing quickly, she seized another box; beef this time. She ripped it open and scrounged through the packaging. Nothing.
Box after box after box...nothing. They had nothing. They were going to starve. Wait! Her thoughts flew to the canned food in the adjacent room. Surely nobody had touched those, right?
Jumping to her feet, she sprinted into the left-hand room. Shelves, this time, laden with cans upon cans upon cans of everything you could imagine. Corn, peas, peaches, pumpkin pie, trail mix, pineapple, and so on (A/N: Disgusting, I know. You should see some of the things my school serves. All canned, of course. Blach.). Kate gave a sigh of relief. She grabbed a nearby can of corn, just to make sure it was real. Solid enough, she thought. She turned it over in her hands, relishing in the thought...
Something at the top of the can caught her eye. She pulled it closer to her face.
"Shit."
The can had obviously been opened. There clear as day, an outlined circle, smeared on the edges with crazy glue. This day just got better and better. She grabbed another can: opened. Panic rising again, she grabbed can after can, throwing them behind her in disgust. Great, just great!
She heard, again, from the same room as before, metal crashing to the floor. Again, she distinguished the word "shit". Curiosity overcame her, and she made her way over to the room containing the weapons; the room John was in.
"Shit, shit, and shit!!!" he cried in rage as she entered. She walked up to him cautiously with the idea of calming him down, when she suddenly found her self face-to-face with the cement. She'd slipped on something on the ground. Rubbing her forehead, she got to her feet and looked at the floor. It was littered with little red cartridges that ended in metal. She guessed this was some kind of ammunition, though she wasn't well versed on the subject.
"God, I'm gonna kill somebody! Who did this?! Idiots!" John was still screaming his head off, throwing the boxes of ammunition on the floor. One of them came dangerously close to hitting her in the head.
"John? JOHN!" she shouted, bringing her raging partner out of his fury. He turned to her, an angry look on his face.
"Look," he said simply, handing her a box. She opened it, only to find more of the little red cartridges. She couldn't see anything wrong with it. Kate gave John a curious look, but he just gestured toward the box again. She turned it to its side. 'Winchester Pheasant Shot' it read. Ok, so it was hunting shot, but it would still work. Again, Kate looked at John with a curious look.
"So?" John sighed at this.
"It's pheasant shot. So, number one, even if we had a shotgun, it would do precisely squat," he explained.
"Wait a minute, there are plenty of guns. Couldn't you just use them?" she asked. Instantly she regretted those words, sensing that it was a stupid suggestion.
"Do you see any shotguns?" pressed John, "Rifles, machine guns, bazookas, ect, ect, and ect. These are hunting shots. They're too big for the guns, and I doubt they'd even penetrate goose skin."
Kate dropped the box. Someone knew. Somebody knew they were here, or were going to be here. Someone who didn't want them to survive. They had no food, no water, and no defenses. They were stranded in the middle of nowhere. They were going to die.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Wow! I can't even count how many reviews I got! Thanks a lot!!!! I feel sooooooooo loved….shutting up. Sorry it took so long to update, I am such a procrastinator! Next chapter: scouring for survivors.
Questions:
Margo: The almost kiss could've waited, I know, but I couldn't help it, lol! I thought since there was so much emotional distress and junk that they needed comfort. Plus, there won't be another one for a really, really long time. And Kate knew the way to the supplies because she has been there before. She was there once, with her father. That's all I'm gonna say for now, except that she was really little at the time.
Streetsim: I think this chapter answers your question. But, if I really did put existent meet in this story, it would have been frozen and vacuum sealed. The most it would have gotten was freezer burn.
K9: Hee hee, I never thought about explaining about the scar. Thanks for the idea!!!
Swthart: *Blushes* Thanks!!! I hope my bio didn't scare you too much.
Also, thanks to Excalibur Z, Midnight Dove, Punk-Freak-123, isilme, ironwolf, Marla Gilmore, Mike999, jun_iper, MetChick01, Fanboy24, matt13086, Tom green, GS335, China-boy, BowlingForSoup(love that band!!!), Starrika and eska*ai*tenshi for reviewing!!!
Peace out…
~*~Ze Czech~*~