"Damn, what the hell happened," Kasai moaned, before he suddenly realized his body hurt all over, and groaned as his vision swam into focus. He was sitting in some sort of destroyed vehicle. Upon closer inspection, which in reality, was just looking up, it was a plane. He stumbled to his feat, glancing at the bodies, most were humans, who looked to have died from
Radiation or a explosion. Several however, Kasai's senses picked up as Lycans like him, undoubtably killed by the crash itself. Either by the concussive force, or in a few cases, pieces of wreckage impaling them.
The plane was almost utterrly destroyed except for the back section, the one he was in. The cockpit and such were crumpled beyound repair. Nothing could have survived that. Kasai, having assessed his enviroment for the moment, insepected himself. His dark brown hair was matted with blood from a minor cut on his head, and there was a more serious gash on his left arm. Several of his ribs felt bruised and his right leg hurt. But beyound that he was fine.
"Where are the rescue teams? Don't tell me we crashed in the wild..." he mused as he passed through the corpses of the aircraft. He gasped as he saw the outside world. The sky was scorched a firey orange-yellow. The city was in ruins, and bodies littered the streets. His plane was in the wreckage of a building. Slowly what had happened came back to him.
He glanced back at the inside of the plane. The people inside were all dressed in army fatigues and body armor, something he hadn't been too aware to notice until now, and the plane was definatly miltary quality. Probablly the only reason he was still living. He to wore the fatigues and armor. He was one of them.
He now remebered what he had been doing until the bomb went off. He and his unit were dispatched to find and take out those who had built and were planning to use the Syga Bomb. Then, as they were flying over New York, it went off, the pilots had been human and since the bomb was built to kill humans, it killed them instantly, and the plane plummented into this building.
"Son of a b****," Kasai murmured. "We were too slow. Damnit!" he cursed. He headed back to his seat and gathered his weapons and survival gear, taking the others rations as well. He would need them, no telling how much food had survived this, what was still edible. He then hopped out of the plane, and wandered into the streets, gun loaded and ready. He had seen too many post-apocalyptic movies to not be ready to shoot radioactive monsters or such if they came.
"Hello!" he calls out trying to find other survivers.
When he heard the call, Kasai picked up speed, racing towards the voice. Survivors! That was a good sign. Being left alone in a post apocalyptic world wouldn't have been too fun. "Hello!" he called back.
