#apocalypse starter

Use these prompts to write a compelling starter for us!

Feel free to reverse "my muse / your muse" !

Our muses meet at the trading post. Your muse has something mine wants desperately. What will it cost?

My muse meets your muse on the road. Everyone knows that you're not supposed to walk on the old roads, they're too exposed. Why are both our muses risking it?

Both our muses are travellers in a small party. We're all strangers to each other, but have been walking together for days--safety in numbers. Tonight around the campfire is the first time any of our party has opened up about their personal stake in this journey. Will your muse open up too, or keep their secrets?

Your muse finds my muse injured in the wilderness. You may or may not have the supplies to help.

Your muse finds my muse in the wilderness. Your muse should be afraid.

Our muses are both starving. We haven't found any old-world provisions in weeks, and there has been no wild game. Your muse has started looking at mine in a funny way...could they really be thinking, "it's you or me?"

My muse accidentally stumbles upon your muse's secure shelter. You have plenty of medical and food supplies, but we are complete strangers. Your muse has been alone for a long time. Does your muse let mine in?

My muse is at the gates of your highly secured private community. There are very strict rules about who is allowed in and who isn't. Does my muse pass the test? (If not, what happens next?)

Whatever disease it was that ended the world, my muse has started showing signs of it. We thought we were both immune. Could this be a mutation to the disease, or was my muse lying the whole time?

My muse realizes that your muse has been secretly hoarding supplies.

My muse realizes that your muse has been hiding a big secret.

My muse is hunting your muse. Your muse either knows exactly why, or has no clue why they're being pursued.

thumb pressed into the meat , the liquid greasing it up &. dripping slowly down hand to the side of wrist . there were plenty of things peyton had yet to get used to , like the weight of a gun in thigh holster ( a holster ! she never thought she'd have one of them ) , the texture of the hunting knife handle ; light in comparison to the heavy weight of the gun , but the dried blood at the handle &. flesh stuck deep into it that was a pain to get out , the strange way the handle sat had her staring at it more often than not , her own hand somehow not belonging to the rest of her ( cutlery was always a struggle , but it was more than that now ) ; the image of the dead , jaws rotten , skin decayed ; dripping with blood from the latest meal . . .

though one stood out to the rest . . . hunting for her own food - gone were the days when the farmers raised their cattle &. placed it neatly on the shelves of supermarkets , the disconnect from shopper &. dealer erased &. in its place is the bitter truth , everything must consume one thing in order to keep going ; but it was still hard , painful , uncomfortable .

how could she ever be okay with this , when the animal responsible for seeing tomorrow was man's best friend ? two dogs , feral - gnashing teeth , wide eyes , ready to attack . . . still innocent &. pure of soul , free of sin &. corruption , something good , only to be reduced to a badly cooked slab of meat upon an open fire - maybe there's some poetry to that , still helping man continue , even if it's not in the way the dynamic initially intended . if it wasn't them , maybe it would have been a corpse , or another pack came across with a dog much smarter ; at least the bullets went in quick , clean - &. she hopes that somewhere , where ever they were now , they were puppies again hearing her pray over them as it cooked ; thanking them , apologising , saying that she wont waste what it means ; it doesn't make her feel better , maybe it wasn't supposed to .

❛ before . . . everything , i had meat rules ❜ voice small , tight as free hand raises to swipe away the tears that had fallen - small smile twitching up as the words felt strange to say ❛ only cows , fish , pigs &. chickens . only adults , free range - tried to keep it as humane as possible ; someone once tried to convince me to have duck , felt like fainting right there . ❜ she takes a bite out of the cut , wincing , it's hard to go down , back of hand hiding mouth as she chews ❛ it's . . . sorry , i'm not sure why any of this is relevant . ❜

End of the World Starter

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