Fanon:DoTS: Desolation

DoTS (Dawn of The Sims): Desolation is the sequel to Dawn of The Sims. It takes place right after the events of Dawn of The Sims. The survivor's helicopter crashes into an island and they must survive. On their journey many secrets will uncovered.

Unlike Dawn of The Sims, Desolation will be in present tense and will instead be the characters' thoughts and not on a blog. Like last time, anyone can participate to this fanon. However, only a maximum of 6 people can play a character (2/6 taken). Message me on my talk page if you are interested in playing a character (more characters will be introduced).

Survivors

 * Ripp Grunt
 * Angela Pleasant
 * Lilith Pleasant
 * Jill Smith
 * Lucy Burb
 * Dina Caliente
 * Coco Puff (stray dog)

September 17th, around 4:23am, Ripp
'Wha... what's going on?' I think to myself as I my eyes open to the sight of a blurry, dancing orange light. My body feels frozen and any attempt I even make to move end up with me being in soaring pain.

"You're awake." Says a familiar voice. I use the very little energy I have to twist my neck to look at the opposite direction. My neck appears to be the only part of my body I can move without feeling unbearable pain. For a minute, all I can see is a blurry, disfigured face but then the face becomes clear. Agela. "Everyone thought that maybe you didn't make it... but I knew you would!" She giggled. All I felt was confusion. Where am I? I turn around again to see what that light was.

It's a flame. Sitting right there is a burning helicopter. My memory quickly comes back to me. Jason... Heather... everyone else! What's going on!? Our helicopter crashed... and we thought we were so close to safety but we were wrong! Heather... she turned. I inspect the helicopter again to find the pilot, bloody and lifeless.

"Don't worry..." I hear Angela say, "Everyone else is fine. We're in a jungle it seems." I see her pull out something from her pocket. It appears to a handful of berries. "Here, you must be hungry," she says with a smile on her face, "I've read about these berries. They should be safe to consume. I'm just so happy to see that you're alright..." Angela then had a sudden outburst of tears. I felt so worthless... I'm too shocked by this situaton to even say anything. I manage to lift my arm put it over her. "Your injured, you shouldn't move," she reacts.

I finally gain the strength to sit up. However, I feel terrible pain in my left leg. I look at it to find my jeans ripped and blood everywhere. I just don't know what to do anymore... we're lost. I see the remaining survivors sitting around a fire a few meters away. What are we going to do now?

September 17th, 5.02 am, Angela
You know, under the most normal of circumstances, the act of Ripp tripping over and face planting the sand would be funny.

Not this time around. I don't think anyone's in the mood to laugh about anything now.

It was all fine... until Heather started acting weird. Really weird. She gradually got more and more distant, but none of us noticed. I should've, really. That girl really would not shut up when we were driving to SimCity, yet once we were leaving, she shuts her trap.

I'm such an idiot. I really should have noticed beforehand. Next thing, she goes up front and takes out the pilot. I can still see her turn towards the rest of us... she had that look in her eye. The look of infection, if that makes any sense.

The crash was certainly something. I felt deafened for about 3 minutes. Crawling out the wreckage was no fun, after all, I still screwed up my knee. And the taste of sand isn't pleasant either, for the record.

I can still remember turning around and seeing Ripp trip over, only to noticed Heather's hand grab his ankle and drag him back.

If it wasn't for Lucy, he'd be dead by now. Goodness knows what Heather would've done to him.

As for Heather, she's dead, Lucy ensured that. Quite ironic how a little girl to take out her own parents, yet I can do nothing. I just have that gut feeling thing's aren't going to get an easier.

Now that I think of it, Castor may have been her reason for infection. Again, I'm irritated that I didn't notice that.

But for now, I should just feel lucky that I'm still breathing, and I'm still in Ripp's arms, and that my only cousin and sister are still alive. After all, they're all I've got left.

But for how long for?

September 17th, 10:16am, Ripp
After a few hours, I finally feel myself again and can actually grasp onto things. We're stranded on what appears to an uncharted tropical island, which has got me thinking... what if this is our safe haven? What if everywhere is infested and no where is safe? Surely there can't be any of those things here, it's so desolate. I can even see normal animals. Coco doesn't seem to be too fond of them though, she's constantly barking at them.

One thing I've noticed is how bitter Lucy's became. She looks so angry all the time, not sad, angry. We can't even talk to her. She must be devastated so I don't blame her. In fact, we all are. I don't even think this is real, it can't be can it? He was a good person and I just can't believe that's happened to him. It should've been me, I should've sacrificed myself. Jason was a much better person than I am, he would've helped more than I ever could. I'm just hopeless. I just can't believe he's gone... He was a better dad to me than my own dad was, and Jason's not even my dad!

Everyone's quiet. It's rather frightening. We've ventured into the jungle many times and we've found many exotic fruits and such so we're not starving or anything. We have everything we need. Is this really how it's going to be from now on?

I suggest that we make a start on building some form of shelter. Everyone looks up at me with dull expressions on their face as if saying "Is now really the time?" I sit back down and forget I said anything. This silence... this coldness towards eachother... I can't stand it. It feels weird to say this but I genuinely wish that things were they way they were before. Not pre-apocalypse, although that'd be amazing aswell, I want things to be like what they were back with Jason. When we were all together and were actually able to smile.

September 15th, 3:55pm, Angela
Y'know, after some thinking, I know why everyone's glum; there's no unity at all. I know that's stating the obvious, but the point I'm trying to make is that we need some kind of leadership.

But who can replace Jason? I would be biased if I said Ripp would be the most likely candidate. I mean, sure, he's brave, but he's reckless. I mean, I found him with a bullet in his foot... come on, who would actually be able to manage that? Just imagine if he did that with the rest of us... not sure I want to chance that.

I think I should pipe up. "Guys... I know this may be a really bad time to spring this up, but..."

Silence.

"We've got to have some kind of leader... I mean, ever since we lost Jason, things have been a mess."

I get this glare from Dina. Well, that's my brief moment of confidence out of the window...

"Look, Angela," Lilith starts, "Now's not a great time, just look at everyone, we're a mess."

"So that's it, you're just going to give up?" I say this harsher than I meant to, and my voice is choked with tears. My vision goes all blurry.

"Hey, who even said that's what I meant?" She yells back.

"You know what?" I scream, "Forget this, I tried, and we've given up before we can even get back to our feet!"

And, without even thinking, I get up and run.