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[Jared Mollown]

Even they couldn't stop it. Even they could not stand up to... whatever happened. Jared still wasn't really sure, but now he took it personally. He also wasn't sure why he'd come here -- to the Station. Now that he was here, he somehow wished he hadn't. This was almost like it was a personal blow to cop-kind. His mind was screaming 'Officers down! Officers down!' but there was no back up to help him.

Jared made a face at the bodies. They were just lying where ever, as if they'd been shot dead just like that. Jared winced. He'd seen too much of that before hand to know what it would look like. But what could he do for them? Jared had an idea. He reached into his bag and pulled out the only blanket he'd brought -- he'd just steal another one for later.

Going around and plucking all the badges off the men's uniforms and out of their wallets, Jared set them in the make shift sack he'd made out of the blanket. He finally went back to the front, laying it all out, picking up the first badge. He sighed, running his thumb over the golden badge, then stuck it on the blanket on one side. He picked up another, then pinned it right next to the first one, and so on.

He continued to do this for a while, feeling like there was nothing else in the world. Finally, he felt like he had a purpose, and he worked on it, though quickly. It was almost rushed. Sort of like if you have starved for days and finally just stuff yourself without savoring the taste. Jared was good enough with his hands that he hadn't even pricked himself once. Standing back when he was finished, he knew something was missing.

He walked to the desk and lept on top of it, sitting there for a moment as he shuffled through the counter for a marker. He picked up a black marker and scribbled on the desk -- it wasn't like anyone would care anyway. It worked, and Jared walked over to the blanket and wrote in Sharpie at the top -- Lost but Not Forgotten. This occured to him...

When everyone on the Earth is gone, and there is no one left to remember... is there anyone left to forget, as well?

No, the question made no sense to the outsider. But to Jared, it made all the sense in the world, and he pondered it as he sat there staring at his 'masterpiece'.

[Shiloh O'Shea]

Trudging down the street, feeling a little lost, and a little lonely, Shiloh O'Shea, standing tall, looked around at the empty streets, and sighed, his Beretta handgun tightly in his hand.

Nobody. He had not passed a single person since he had left his apartment. Not even animals. It was...frightening. Was he the only one left? He sure hoped not. What would he do if he was? There would be no food for him to eat, would he starve to death? What about the water? Was it contaminated? There was no news station to tell him what was the safe to eat and drink.

Staring at the messenger bag he carried across his bag, he had stuck his badge on it, right next to a little shamrock with the colors of the Irish flag on it. The badge meant nothing anymore, but he still bore it proudly.

...Speaking of badges, he stopped and looked up. Police Station. Irony. His feet led him here, to his favorite place of work. He could shack up here for a while, it was much bigger, and not as claustrophobic as his apartment was. If he didn't leave when he did, he thought he would have gone insane.

Shiloh already felt as if he was, after all, no human contact for so long was proven to drive a person mad unless they kept themselves busy -- which he was doing by walking and observing the town he had not seen for a while. One of the many things he had learned while watching Survivorman...when it was still on.

Pushing open the doors, he held his gun close to him -- out of habit -- and cautiously stepped in. Who knows who he would find in here...maybe by some stroke of luck, he would find Lake...or Paige.

He doubted it, though.

[Jared Mollown]

Jared jumped to his feet with the speed of all his S.W.A.T. training, pulling his gun out quickly, pointing at the... intruder. Jared stood in the same spot, though he considered for a moment who he might be looking at.

It couldn't be... Everyone else was dead!

"O'Shea?" Jared's eyebrow arched up, but he didn't lower his gun at all. He saw the badge and finally dropped his guard, returning the gun to his belt -- the only part of his uniform he still wore. He glanced down at his blanket, raising both eyebrows now and slowly, cautiously, bent down and picked up the blanket. He now felt foolish for the sheet... He didn't know why but his masculine pride that is evident in all men was shining through. He didn't want to look weak because of this thing.

[Shiloh O'Shea]

Shiloh's own training didn't escape him either, though it wasn't S.W.A.T., it was still cop training that made him ready to open up a great big can o' whoop-ass when he needed to. His arm was instantly extended, his hands gripping the butt of the gun firmly, but it took him a few moments to actually sink in.

"O'Shea?"

Shiloh blinked, lowering the gun, his eyes wide. "...Mollown??"

The feeling of lonliness instantly went away. There was another survivor other than himself? He smiled some, relieved, and not really feeling much surprise. Of course Jared Mollown was a survivor! Nothing stood in his way! Not even a virus that wiped out the Earth's population.

Shiloh laughed to himself, leaning down and putting his hands on his knees -- his left hand sporting a gold band around his ring finger -- and sighed. "Scared the hell out of me! I thought I was the only one left!!" He looked up, a sheepish grin on his face. "But boy am I glad to see you."

[Jared Mollown]

Jared sighed, just looking at Shiloh. Of course, nothing could shake Jared Mollown. That's why he was ideal for S.W.A.T., but in all his training they never prepared him for this, did they? Jared simply had to spend a day and a half to prepare himself for going back out into the world. And that was only because he'd lost the only 'parents' he'd ever known, so you could say it was the mental preperation Jared was waiting for.

"You never learn, do you, Rookie?" Jared said, smirking finally, his ego shining through. (So what if they graduated in the same class?) "Don't lower your gun until your sure it's safe. What if I was crazed and could've killed you? Christ, just one day out of the loop and you're already forgetting your training. Boy, shape up!" He said, laughing.

Walking over to the corkboard on the side of the wall, Jared pinned up the sheet but it fell right down again. Too heavy. He grunted irritabley and scooped it up, deciding to just lay it neatly out on the floor. "Nah, you're not the only one. There's me. And if there's us, I bet there's others, too." He decided aloud.

He turned back to Shiloh, noticing the ring on his finger. He didn't want to know, and he knew he shouldn't ask. Where's Lake? The question was on his tongue, but Jared's face didn't show it. It was easy for him to hide emotions and even thoughts. He pretended as though he'd seen movement outside, sighing. "Long time, no see." he said finally, chuckling.

[Shiloh O'Shea]

Shiloh laughed some, and took off his messenger bag to give his shoulders a rest, putting his Beretta in his pants, keeping the butt and the trigger out safely, walking over to Jared with his arms crossed.

"Sure has. Wish fate would've brought us together in a different way, though. Like...maybe a party or a reunion of some kind, or even on the streets would've done fine. And you're probably right. There're others. I mean, I doubt that we're the only two survivors."

Shiloh observed the sheet on the floor. "...That's real nice. They would appreciate that a lot." he turned his head to look at Jared.

[Jared Mollown]

"Fate. Right." Jared said, shaking his head a bit. He didn't believe any of that, honestly. "Probably not. I mean, hell, if you made it out alive, I'm sure there are plenty of other. Don't you, Princess?" Jared said, turning to the man and smirking.

"Yeah..." Jared sighed, running his fingers over another badge. "I just wish I could do something with them. I kind of want to burn them... I know that sounds crazy but I heard once that the ancients used to burn bodies. To make sure their souls would release... or something like that. I mean... it's weird but... I feel like they're all stuck here. I'm sayin'... if we don't know what it was and we're still alive, what chance did they have?"

[Shiloh O'Shea]

Shiloh shrugged and stared at the bodies. "I'm not trying to sound like I'm making a joke but..." he shuddered some, "what if they pull one of those...Resident Evil...Dawn of the Dead things, you know? I mean...should we burn them just in case something like that happens? If most of the population was wiped out...then why wouldn't a zombie effect happen?" He stepped a little bit away from the nearest body, twisting the ring around his finger nervously.

"I don't think it will cuz...well...I passed a lot of them but...still.." The cop..well...ex-cop gulped.

[Jared Mollown]

Jared sighed, looking at Shiloh when he first began to speak. The poor guy, he was really upset about this wasn't... wait a moment. Jared's face dropped into a completley confused expression. "Man--" he scoffed, punching Shiloh in the arm in a 'manly' way. "Grow up, Princess! Be a man. Resident Evil... what's wrong with you?" He shook his head.

"You keep sayin' stuff like that and you'll gimme nightmares." He said, shuddering. "Resident Evil..." Jared waved his arm at Shiloh. "What we really should be concentrating on is the other survivors... I know they're probably out there somewhere."

[Shiloh O'Shea]

Shiloh tried to smile some, but it was really hard. What was going on was beginning to sink in again. But freaking out wasn't going to get him anywhere. He took a deep breath and nodded.

Lake...Paige...where were they? Were they okay?

"Give you nightmares?" Shiloh chuckled slightly, though it wasn't really in a joking matter. "Jared...we're living in one." He sighed, sitting down on an over-turned desk, his fingers laced and on his knees. "...So where do we start? Where do you start looking for people who survived a plague that wiped out the rest of the world though?" He smiled a little.

[Jared Mollown]

Jared sighed. Yes, what he thought before was probably true. Shiloh couldn't handle this, could he? Of course... Jared could understand. Well, at least he knew what was wrong. Jared couldn't understand -- he didn't have anyone special. Not anymore. He knew what happened to those close to him... but Shiloh had absolutely no clue.

The officer cleared his throat. "Well, you have to understand how people think. Where do they go when something goes wrong? Churches, or even synagogs if they're around. Places they feel safe. Then there are smarter people, who go straight for what they need. Supermarkets, restaurants, clothing stores... the mall."

[Shiloh O'Shea]

Shiloh nodded some and sighed, standing up. "Well..." He smiled some. "I could go for some soup...can we go to the store?"

Shiloh felt so relieved to have found Jared, he couldn't believe it. At least he wouldn't have to survive alone, like he thought he would have.

"If we don't find anyone here, Jared, can we go to New York? It's a big city, maybe there are people up there too?" His original idea was to high-tail it to New York the second he came out, but he thought he would wander around the town first, and then he found Jared.

And he definitely didn't want to be left alone again.

[Jared Mollown]

Jared smiled at Shiloh and nodded. "Definately. I'm starving. Just soup? Jesus, man, we've got all the food in the world and you just want soup. Eat something hearty, something manly. At least get some Cambell's Chunky, Princess." He said, crossing his arms.

He shook his head at Shiloh, then pretended to adjust his belt and picked up his bag, putting it on. "No. There's nothing up there. Where do you think I was reassigned to? NYPD. Trust me... I watched my partner and one of our suspects die. ... There's nothing left up there. Not for me, anyway. I can't go back." He said stubbornly, frowning at Shiloh.

[Shiloh O'Shea]

"Well, I'm going for canned just in case all the food's gone bad! Electricty's been out for God knows how long and most of the food's probably spoiled by now!" Shiloh's smile and laugh at the usual Princess comments faded quickly.

Nobody left in New York?

"...oh.......oh...." Using the heel of his palm, he bopped himself on the forehead, smiling slightly. "Duh, that's right...it...it really has been a while. I forgot that quickly."

Shiloh picked up his messenger bag, throwing it over his shoulder, securing the badge on the flap of it to make sure that it stayed. He didn't know what he would do if he lost it -- another thing that meant a lot to him.

"Well...let's go get that Campbell's Chunky then! I'm hungry!" He nudged some bodies out of the way -- as respectfully as he could to keep his mind on track. "And I want some Oreos! Goldfish! And some Fruit Loops!"

[Jared Mollown]

Jared rolled his eyes. "I guess you're right. Canned food it is, Rookie." He looked once again at his sheet, then around at the bodies. God, he hoped Shiloh was right. Is that what they would've wanted? His... comrades? Jared thought and decided that it's what he would've wanted. Someone to simply take the time to make a tribute, even if it wouldn't be remembered later.

Jared sighed, watching Shiloh for a moment. He felt kind of guilty, not putting his badge on. He slowly pulled his out, off his uniform, making sure that Shiloh didn't see he still had the thing in his bag. He closed his bag up, and pinned his badge to the strap on his bag, so that when people saw them coming from the front. "Shiloh." He asked suddenly. "What is so important in New York?" He was quiet, but it would be okay. The world was deathly silent anyway.