American Horror Story: Fallout

[Koyomi/Eisuke/Maya/Kizaki/Misa]

There sure is.

[Sophie Graham]

Then put me down for Natalie (as a cop) and Anna (as her lover)

[Cass Hoban]

Done.

[Noriko Mitarashi]

Dante is a loner, who can be a serial killer if you want, put Emily as a cop, and Tanya as a teacher.

[Cass Hoban]

We're going to be keeping our killer randomized for now more or less.

[Noriko Mitarashi]

No problem, then put Dante as a forensic specialist

[Cass Hoban]

Will do.

We are now closed. No more new entries.

[Koyomi/Eisuke/Maya/Kizaki/Misa]

We start today.

[Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas]

.....AND IT BEGINS!

November 8, 1966

Point Pleasant, West Virginia

Rows and rows of identical white homes line the streets of a typical suburban neighborhood, each separated by a white picket fence. A young man sits on his front porch sipping coffee while reading the morning newspaper.

"Oh those silly Communists," he sighed skimming the front page, "They're gonna wipe us off the face of the Earth one of these days."

"CAMERON!" cries out a woman's voice from inside the house.

The man, Cameron, jumps to his feet, dropping his coffee mug all over the welcome map as he rushes inside.

"Skylar!" he called out, heading towards the kitchen, "Where are you?! What's wrong?!"

He found her next to the counter, knelled before a small clump of black.

"Is that....?" he asked.

Skylar nodded, "It's Stretan."

Cameron ran his fingers through his hair, unsure of what to do.

"How did he...? How did he die?"

Skylar was silent as she picked up the lifeless corpse of their pet cat, Stretan. She then gently passed him to Cameron.

"I-i'll bury him in the backyard," Cameron nodded, having a hard time not looking down at the dead thing he was cradling.

Skylar didn't say a word. She just walked right past him and went into the parlor.

Cameron gulped, he didn't quite want to bury the body of their dead cat, but he didn't really have a choice. He couldn't just leave it lying there on their kitchen floor.

He stepped out into the backyard, praying with all his might that no one would spot him. It was lunch time. Surely no one on his street was stupid enough to eat lunch out in the cold November weather.

"Hey there Hale!" laughed Kirk Douglass sitting on his own back porch in his own backyard, but with his chair facing into there's, "What the...? You kill a cat? Jesus Christ! I figured there something queer about ya, i just didn't figure you were a goddamn cat killer."

"I didn't kill him, Kirk," Cameron sighed - wishing he was anywhere but here, "This is my pet cat. He died. I'm not sure how....."

"Maybe it was your sister," Kirk took a drink of whiskey, "She's a weird one. Gives me the creeps."

"We can't all be as normal as you Kirk," Cameron chuckled to himself, still standing there holding the dead cat.

[Jack Drake]

Jack sat in a recliner, reading over national events in the newspaper. It seemed like the Soviets were getting more and more antsy. There were veiled threats, or at least what the news was perceiving as veiled threats. Some people were claiming the Russians were going to attack any day now.

Jack didn't believe it. That just seemed stupid to him. He believed this war would stay cold, at least until America made a first strike and ended it. History be damned; America could take down Russia in an invasion, he was sure. They'd be the first to do it.

[Camden and Lisabetta]

"You need to take your nose out of those papers and enjoy the world. The threat of Soviet attack is all the more reason to do that." Lisabetta said to Jack, fully aware of how hypocritical she was being as she sat in a matching recliner to Jack, reading a book.

Camden was in his room, cleaning his gun. He knew that an attack was imminent: he wanted to be prepared. Which is why he was cleaning his guns so fastidiously.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" Trenton asked as the young couple sat on the front porch of their home, looking up at the sky.
"Yes. Quite." Kylie said, though she seemed to be paying more attention to Trenton.
"You are aware I'm not the sky, right?" Trenton asked, looking at her from the side of his eyes.
"Yes."
"But there are few things in this world more beautiful than our world itself, and they must be enjoyed." Trenton said, kissing Kylie briefly.
"Very philosophical of you." Kylie replied, kissing him back.

[Skylar/Cameron]

"It's an omen, don'tcha think?" Kirk said before taking another drink.

"What is Kirk?" Cameron asked slowly but diligently digging a small grave with a shovel.

"The dead black cat," he answered, "Gotta mean something. Something bad."

"Sure it does, Kirk," Cameron wasn't really listening to the man's words. Kirk Douglass was pretty much known as the local nutjob around these parts.

"I think it's going down," he spat, "Tonight."

"What is Kirk?"

"What the hell do ya think i'm taking about?! The Ruskie invasion! It's goin' to go down tonight!," he took another much longer drink, "I'm sure of it."

[Cass Hoban]

Cass sat in his squad car. He didn't believe in the threat of annihilation, not in the least. It was a common fear among people, and he talked to people about it, but he just didn't believe.

[Natalie Hart]

Natalie walked into the police precinct, taking off her sunglasses and putting them in her uniform pocket. She wasn't in the best mood as she walekd through. She was probably one of the only people on her block that didn't think that Russia was going to invade. And walking to work meant that she had to fend off several conversations about it. She tried not to seem mean, but she really didn't care. She walked over to her desk, picking up some papers and getting to work.

[Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas]

"You can't be serious," Cameron laughed, "You're just too paranoid."

"You're just not paranoid enough," Kirk answered.

Cameron sighed before lowering the body into the freshly dug hole and proceeded to cover it with dirt.