[b]Luanne and Dot Part 1 - Downtown Jonesboro[/b]

The scene outside was nightmarish: Screaming, crying, growling. The sounds of gunfire and rioting echoed through the streets, and the smell of smoke filled the air. And yet, inside the barricaded old pharmacy, the gentle muzak playing through the faulty P.A. system continued as though the world beyond wasn't collapsing.

Insulated from the conflict outside, one of two identical little girls sat on the checkout counter, gun in hand. In the back, the other twin scoured the shelves for anything remotely useful, shoving cans of food and bottles of medicine into a bloodied backpack. Dot, the girl keeping guard, frowned. She almost felt bad for what they were doing, looting. Not too long ago, their actions would have been a federal offense. But times had changed, and the world was falling apart. Survival of the fittest was the only law that mattered anymore.

A loud crash shook Dot, causing her to fumble with the rifle, before aiming it at the door. Luanne stopped gathering supplies, and turned towards the entrance. Another crash. Someone was breaking in. Rifle trained on the place where the barricades were cracking, Dot put her finger to the trigger and breathed in deep. One more crash, and the door swung open.

(Leaving this open-ended so as to allow someone to introduce themselves here)