Post by OLLIVER MIDDLETON on May 1, 2021 13:22:33 GMT
We're here and now - will we ever be again? 'Cause I have found all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade... Away. ...Again...
Alias: Ollie
Orientation: Gay
Gender: Male
Survivor Group: Nomad
Group Occupation: N/A for now
Personality
Negative Traits-
One: Naive
Two: Defensive
Three: Impulsive
Four: Oversensitive
Five: Superstitious
Positive Traits-
One: Selfless
Two: Resourceful
Three: Dependable
Four: Sincere
Five: Amiable
Biography:
At first, the farm was a sanctuary. At first, the virus was just a rumour. Sixty second slots on the nightly news about a new and apparently highly infectious rash being noticed up in New York City. Then it was ninety seconds. Headlines. Breaking news.
The virus became a threat.
A reality.
Suddenly the farm wasn’t a sanctuary anymore.
Olliver lived a modest life until the outbreak, managing his late father’s small dairy farming property in upstate New York. Most days it felt he lived an eternity away from the city – not that he ever really cared to venture in terribly often – especially not when it meant hours stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic; but as he watched the crisis unfold it felt as though he were only a stone’s throw away from ground zero.
Maybe it was because he was just that little more removed from the situation that he stayed put as long as he did – or maybe it was just his dogged determination to keep his promise to his Pa that he would always tend the cows no matter what. Maybe it was that he didn’t have anywhere else to go, even if he did flee. He had to dig in. He had to hold what was his – at least in some capacity. He had chickens, eggs, plenty of preserves. Maybe it could be waited out. There’d be a cure, right?
By week four, the grain silo was empty and Ollie had to make the impossible decision to open the paddock gates and let the cattle move out into the country at will.
By week eleven, the pantry was empty. The chickens slaughtered. The national broadcast system had been running on an endless loop on every channel for almost two months.
Armed with a basic rifle and a knapsack of basic items, Olliver closed the door to the farmhouse. With a heavy heart, he pulled the chair swing across the porch and barricaded the front door. It served two purposes. One, to make him feel like in some arbitrary way he was still managing to protect the house – and two, to serve as a step so he could remove the iron horseshoe secured over the door.
He was going to need all the luck he could possibly get from now on.
OOC
Name: Jasolei
Other characters: None (...yet. >.>)
Face Claim: Avan Jogia