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Juan has a minion!

the Black Cat




Juan
Legacy Name: Juan


The Reborn Telenine
Owner: Lantern

Age: 17 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: August 15th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 8 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 15th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 3
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 25
     
  • Books Read: 25
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


WORK IN PROGRESS! GO AWAY

Something post-apocalyptic. Think The Road. Idk more to come.
Born and raised in the states. Immigrant parents from Mexico.
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An explosion in the distance shook the ground. Juan's eyes shot open, his body jolted from the shock wave. He kept still out of fear. Get up he shouted in his head. He sat up and looked around his makeshift tent he had constructed the night before. It was hidden behind a stairwell so he wouldn't be spotted.

Another explosion boomed through the city. Juan shut his eyes tight and braced himself against the brick wall supporting the stairwell; the stress was more than he could bear, but he had to make it home. He had to save them.

~5 days ago~

"Mamá, I know you're scared but please, stay inside." Juan assured his mother as he cupped the payphone near his mouth so she could hear him over the noise of sirens. "And please don't let papá do anything stupid. I'm on my way to you now so just board up the house and stay safe. I will be there soon."

He hung up the phone and stepped out of the phonebooth. Emergency response vehicles sped down the street. Juan pulled up his jacket and made sure his backpack was secure. As he stood back from the street, he watched as other people looted and rioted. Everyone had gone mad in the wake of this unknown disaster.

Juan began walking over the rubble and around the fires that had come from blown gas mains and fallen building. He pulled his scarf up over his mouth and nose to shield himself from the smoke and stinging smells of chaos. He knew he had to stay low and move fast. Trusting anyone right now would be suicide.

He had always been a resourceful boy; cautious of his surroundings. Despite his anxieties, he left home to attend a community college to expand his horizons. His mother and father lived a few cities away, so unless he could find a functioning car to take him there, the walk would take him several days.

Magnificent art by josi
Fantastic profile by Nic

Pet Treasure


Miss Nanny Brooch

Dapper So Virgil Rucksack

Non-Candy Coins

Heavy Duty Flashlight

First Aid Kit

Survivors Crowbar

Wretched Musket

Survivors Handgun with Holster

Heroine Newspaper

Recovered Camcorder

Apocalypse Survivor Gas Mask

Rally Cocktail

Precious Plastic Bags

Canned Pineapple

Canned Corn

Crumbly Bread Loaf

Suspicious Pre-Packaged Chicken Sandwich

Blueberry Muffin Crag Bar

Cola Zoom Soda

Bag of Chips

Bent Rebar

Subject Cryotube Glass Shards

Ancient Rubble

Pet Friends