It started out as an unusual outbreak of the flu virus. It occurred in a small town in America that specialised in the distribution of lumber. After the quota most companies came to expect ceased to come in, no alarm was raised. They just turned and looked for a different lumber trader. However, it became apparent something was wrong when three other small towns went silent, and soon people began to worry, that they would contract the flu that was ‘going round’. Nothing happened, no safety measures, no quarantines. Life went on, people went to work blissfully unaware that the end was coming. It was only on the eve of Christmas 2011, that all hell broke loose. In no less than three major cities across the globe, there was an outbreak in a deadly, unknown disease, which killed within the hour of contraction. Authorities diagnosed it as a strain of cholera, and people were given saline solutions to replace the fluids they were losing. It wasn’t enough. By Boxing Day, the cities had gone silent.
The shock of this sudden disease spurred the governments into action. They quarantined the cities, and soon it became known about the small lumber town stopping. However, by the time this came to light, the entire of Canada, and the northern part of the USA had gone deceptively quiet. Looting broke out across the cities, people fled their homes. The armies in all countries formed a desperate coalition, and took control, enforcing unthinkable laws. Whole cities were closed in, and none could escape. However, despite the militaries best attempts, propaganda began to filter out. Something was terribly wrong in the cities that had fallen to the unknown killer plague.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giVa3vLv97Q Grainy videos of horrific murders, pictures of people that, despite injuries that defied belief, still walked, brief and chilling messages over the radio, people screaming about the end, calling for aid, sometimes, and these were the most chilling, sometimes there was just a calm refrained voice, of a person, who knew they were going to die, and was simply saying goodbye to loved ones.
The propaganda prepared the world for what was too come. By January 16th outbreaks erupted across the entire of the world. Anywhere where there was a concentration of people, the disease would spread….
The final official broadcast was given by the pope; he spoke to all people, all religions and all races. In the background of his final speech, a low and terrible cacophony of moaning could be heard.
“My children, my brothers, people across the world. It seems that the apocalypse has come. Hell has filled up, the dead walk the earth. The government lied to you. There was no disease, not in the conventional sense. Make peaces with your gods, the dead come, and you cannot stop them.”
Ok! Right, heres what im thinking about. Essentially this will be a phased roleplay. I tried one with my tyranid roleplay a while back, and it went well. So, you have a basic profile to follow, post your characters up, and when we have enough, it will start. Im gonna be the GM, so any queries, shoot them my way.
Name: This can be anything, so don’t be shy if you post yourself up
Age: anything from 15 – 70 is good for me.
Appearance: So height, hair colour, haircuts, etc etc
Abilities: depending on what your job was, depends on what you can do. And a pointer, no army, unless retired, as they’re busy quarantining, being the enemy.
Equipment: id like this to be sparse at the beginning, seeing as the outbreak has only just begun.
Background: Previous jobs, what makes you tick, family etc
Lets do this!
Name: Tom Knight
Age: 23
Appearance: 6ft 2, Medium build, pale skin, sunken eye sockets, short cropped Mohican.
Abilities: Used to be a promising surgeon, until he became addicted to the morphine he was dishing out.
Equipment: Jeans, Vest top, 6 syringes of morphine, Scalpols, Spade (win!)
Background: Tom used to be a promising surgeon, after aceing medical school, and sailing through internship, he was apparently going to do great things. However, he became addicted to morphine, and was chucked out of the hospital. He ended up Living in a scummy apartment with three other druggies, trying to get high off of anything. Tom has a girlfriend, a nurse at the hospital, who has been trying to get him off his addiction for several months.
Name: Patrick "Jewman" (Not meant to be racist, I'm Jewish and that's what all my buds call me)
Age: 23
Appearance: Height 6'11", 247lbs, short slicked back hair, unshaved face, Pentagram Tattoo on the back of the neck, well built
Abilities: Medical Intern, knowledge of ballistics, 5 years of Tai-Chi
Equipment: Tek-9, Taurus PT92, Butterfly Knife, Two stainless Steel combat-made Drizzt Do'urden Replica Swords (they are so awesome), piece o' gak ford Jeep, first aid kit(not the gakky ones you get from walgreens)
Background: Drug Dealer, accomplished Martial Artist, grew up in the "hood" in chicago
I will collect everyone's characters into one post right from the start this time if that is OK
Player: Karon
Name: "Jewman" (Not meant to be racist, I'm Jewish and that's what all my buds call me)
Age: 23
Appearance: Height 6'11", 247lbs, short slicked back hair, unshaved face, Pentagram Tattoo on the back of the neck, well built
Abilities: Medical Intern, knowledge of ballistics, 5 years of Tai-Chi
Equipment: Tek-9, Taurus PT92, Butterfly Knife, Two stainless Steel combat-made Drizzt Do'urden Replica Swords (they are so awesome), piece o' gak ford Jeep, first aid kit(not the gakky ones you get from walgreens)
Background: Drug Dealer, accomplished Martial Artist, grew up in the "hood" in chicago
Player: ghosty
Name: Tom Knight
Age: 23
Appearance: 6ft 2, Medium build, pale skin, sunken eye sockets, short cropped Mohican.
Abilities: Used to be a promising surgeon, until he became addicted to the morphine he was dishing out.
Equipment: Jeans, Vest top, 6 syringes of morphine, Scalpols, Spade (win!)
Background: Tom used to be a promising surgeon, after aceing medical school, and sailing through internship, he was apparently going to do great things. However, he became addicted to morphine, and was chucked out of the hospital. He ended up Living in a scummy apartment with three other druggies, trying to get high off of anything. Tom has a girlfriend, a nurse at the hospital, who has been trying to get him off his addiction for several months.
Player: Darkvoidof40k
Name: "Shadow"
Age: 26
Appearance: Short, dark spiked up hair. 6 foot one. Old war Scar across right cheek.
Abilities: Highly skilled marksman and pretty good in a fist fight (or otherwise, for that matter).
Equipment: Pump-action shotgun, semi-automatic machine gun, hunting knife
Background: Ex-military commando background, in it with "Spook" - a friend of Shadow's since childhood. On leave from his duties.
Player: halonachos
Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
Age: 20
Appearance: 6' 0", 207lbs, Short neatly combed hair, has muscle mass, but doesn't look like hulk hogan or anything like that.
Abilities: Marksmanship training, basic EMT training, some further medical training.
Equipment: M9 pistol, Mosin Nagant rifle, basic med kit (the kind you do get at walgreens). Air Force uniform pants and a plain white t-shirt with the phrase "Practice Safe Lunch, Use a Condiment." on the front. Also wears aviator sunglasses.
Background: Halon graduated from college and decided to join the air force to get into med school for free. He was able to bypass boot camp, but still had to meet airforce requirements on his own. Has no girlfriend and no pets with him as he lives out of state. Has a brother and a friend also in the air force. Brother is also out of state and in candidate school while friend is stationed in Qatar. Loves older WW2 firearms and planned on collecting them once he retired from the air force and joined a private practice as a trauma surgeon.
Player: FM Ninja 048
Name: Jennifer
Age: 24
Appearance: tall, slender, black hair
Abilities: athlete, can handle a gun, good at fighting
Equipment: Japanese Kantana, AR-15, Five Seven, Jack Daniels, Zippo
Background: Budding crime lord, Naomies Fathers contact in this town.
Player: c34r34lk1ll3r
Name: Aleksander
Age: 34
Appearance: 6'6", muscled build, 250 lbs, moderately long hair, blonde hair, green eyes
Abilities: Moderate occult knowledge, Minor Gunsmithing knowledge, hunting, wilderness survival
Equipment: 1997 Ford F-150, 2 Knives, Basic survival kit, 357 magnum, 12 .357 rounds, basic car repair gear
Background: Currently an automechanic. Ever since Aleksander was a child his parents have informed him that big brother is out to get him. He is extremely paranoid and never leaves the house without a minor survival kit. Aleksander lives a couple miles out of town and owns a mechanic shop near his house. If something goes haywire he is more than willing to bunker down in his home until the dust settles. Aleksander has a wife and 2 children: Rachael, Donovan, and Aaron; respectively.
Player: Scarper
Name: Scarp, seeing as we seem to be going the nickname route
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'1", average build. Dark brown short hair and stubbly beard.
Abilities: Emergency medicine and rock climbing. Little knowledge of weapons, but fit and able to get around well
Equipment: Limited medical equipment (think basic first aid, splints and bandages, few bags of fluid with delivery system, defib - enough to fill a rucksack). Rope, carabiners and rock shoes. Few tins of food, two bottles of water, insulin pump (!) with several weeks of prescription meds. Hockey stick.
Background: Med student, recently attached to local A and E, but new to the area. Member of local mountain rescue team back home. Diabetic.
Player: Lord-Loss
Name: Lord.
Age: 18
Appearance: 6"1, shaved head, some muscle.
Abilities: Basic weapon training, some medical training. Speciality is close combat, uses a mixturte of close combat martial arts.
Equipment: A pistol, I know nothing about guns so I'm going to say a "45." pistol, a baseball bat anda small hatchet.
Background: Lived in this unnamed town his whole life, he seeks adventur so he joined the army but he's home for the summer.
Player: Golden Eyed Scout
Name: David 'Dave" Mondello
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Skills: Basic first aid, classical wrestling training, decent marksmen, some parkour training, can come up with plans and ideas on the fly.
Equipment: Lighter, pocket knife, water bottle, skeleton hilt four inch knife, and KA-BAR.
Backstory: Dave moved from his small town in Pennsylvania with his family to The City a year ago. Though he formally wrestled and was on the rifle team, he has yet to engage in any team sports
at his new school. He still keeps his skills fresh by practicing at his home. He discovered parkour three months ago, and has slowly but surely gained some skill in the activity.
Dave is slightly paranoid, and often expects the worst, never leaving home without a weapon, even for school.
Physical Appearance: White, slight stubble, tired/bored looking eyes, dark brown hair, hazel eyes.
Player: Fitzz
Name: Tombstone
Age: 28
Appearance: Tall 6'7",pale skin,muscular,long dark hair,large scar on cheek,tattoos.
Abilities: Highly proficent with weapons of all kinds/above average fighter/moves quick and quiet.
Equipment: large switch blade knife,2 Baretta 9mm pistols (kept in duel shoulder holsters) plus 4 spare magazines & silencers,Harley chopper.
Background: Tombstone is the Satans Servents "hit man",when the "Satans" have a problem,tombstone is the man who settles it ,cold and ruthless, this man has no mercy.
Player: Great Unclean One (he said he wanted to play so I will allow him to make a character and play, even though he has missed the "official" deadline)
CURRENT ACTIVE PLAYERS = 10 (11 when Great Unclean One gets his bum in gear )
CURRENT INFECTED PLAYERS = 0
Name: "Shadow" Age: 26
Appearance: Short, dark spiked up hair. 6 foot one. Old war Scar across right cheek.
Abilities: Highly skilled marksman and pretty good in a fist fight (or otherwise, for that matter).
Equipment: Pump-action shotgun, semi-automatic machine gun, hunting knife
Background: Ex-military commando background, in it with "Spook" - a friend of Shadow's since childhood. On leave from his duties.
Also, what city/town/country/area/etc is this taking place in? I'd like it to be england cause then I might actually find my way around. I'm crap with geography
Maybe we should put a limit on this thing now - 6-8 players?
And lets make sure we have no zombies for a page of RPing ATLEAST. [/fin]
I'll follow Fitzz's example in the last one. My character's name will be Fitzz. Not really.
Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
Age: 20
Appearance: 6' 0", 207lbs, Short neatly combed hair, has muscle mass, but doesn't look like hulk hogan or anything like that.
Abilities: Marksmanship training, basic EMT training, some further medical training.
Equipment: M9 pistol, Mosin Nagant rifle, basic med kit (the kind you do get at walgreens). Air Force uniform pants and a plain white t-shirt with the phrase "Practice Safe Lunch, Use a Condiment." on the front. Also wears aviator sunglasses.
Background: Halon graduated from college and decided to join the air force to get into med school for free. He was able to bypass boot camp, but still had to meet airforce requirements on his own. Has no girlfriend and no pets with him as he lives out of state. Has a brother and a friend also in the air force. Brother is also out of state and in candidate school while friend is stationed in Qatar. Loves older WW2 firearms and planned on collecting them once he retired from the air force and joined a private practice as a trauma surgeon.
Hope one of you does before someone else comes in, nabs the spot and does a bad job.
Eh, count me out of this one - I'm pretty sucky at only being a DM, prefer to be a player.
So... can we have a set time to start this one? Like maybe 4PM tomorrow? Seems like a good time.. then again it's the saturday before school starts... :/
Also, perhaps we should PM all of the players from the last RP, just to make sure they see this one. I'll do it if noone else wants to, provided I get the time.
I want to see silver DM if he really wants to. I'll be rubbish as a DM(actually I'll just be a grade a jerk about it as the power goes to my head) so I call "not it"!
Golden Eyed Scout wrote:I'll be dm. I'm feel that I'm a terrible player.
Sure? I thought you were a pretty good player in most of the RP's I've seen.
As I said, I have no problem DM'ing. Already written down a few ideas for plotline etc too... though I can use them another time perhaps if you really want to DM
Then zombie ninjas appeared out of nowhere and killed Shadow.
See, that's would happen if I was DM.
I don't know who's DM at the time and we haven't confirmed who was, I was simply messing around.
And about karon's character, you know how they say that everyone has a twin somewhere in the world so maybe this is Jewman's twin who has the same exact name and profession and background...
Name:Jennifer
Age: 24
Appearance: tall, slender, black hair
Abilities: athlete, can handle a gun, good at fighting
Equipment: Japanese Kantana, AR-15, Five Seven, Jack Daniels, Zippo
Background: Budding crime lord, Naomies Fathers contact in this town.
Name: Aleksander
Age: 39
Appearance: 6'6", muscled build, 250 lbs, moderately long hair, blonde hair, green eyes
Abilities: Moderate occult knowledge, Minor Gunsmithing knowledge, hunting, wilderness survival
Equipment: 1997 Ford F-150, 2 Knives, Basic survival kit, 357 magnum, 12 .357 rounds, basic car repair gear
Background: Currently an automechanic. Ever since Aleksander was a child his parents have informed him that big brother is out to get him. He is extremely paranoid and never leaves the house without a minor survival kit. Aleksander lives a couple miles out of town and owns a mechanic shop near his house. If something goes haywire he is more than willing to bunker down in his home until the dust settles. Aleksander has a wife and 2 children: Rachael, Donovan, and Aaron; respectively.
Right, Fitzz is the last to join, we gotta cap this off now. Ok, i'll leave silver to post everyone up together, and i guess he'll be DMing. Unless he doesnt actually want to.
Welcome to Dawn of the Living Dead – Better dead than Zed; I am your host, SilverMK2. You have entered into a world no different than the one you live in today, the bus is never on time, “The Man” is still screwing you through your taxes, and daytime TV still sucks. However, there is one crucial difference, you are now living at the end of times, for the Zombie Apocalypse is at hand.
We start, as always, at the beginning (of the end? Only time will tell). The zombie outbreak has been going on for about a week in the rural towns surrounding the city where you live. It has so far been reported as a wild series of murders, cult activities and terrorist attacks amongst other things. The death toll is barely over 100, with approximately 50 zombies currently in existence and about 30 unknowing “infected” loose in the population.
In the small scale exodus from the towns and villages affected (please remember people are not aware that zombies are not the cause of the murders/disappearances), a number of these infected have made it into the city.
In the days that follow, the violence spreads as the infected turn and now there have been reports of the “cults”, “terrorists” and “psychos” operating within the city limits (the true cause is still unknown, or at least unreported).
This role play starts here at DAY ZERO: You are going about your daily life. Your character may be aware (through the news, work colleagues etc) of the murders/killings/mutilations/etc, but will not think it is zombies unless they are really paranoid internet conspiracy types (you know the ones ). There is a roumour on the news that the nation guard may be deployed to enforce order, but at the moment this is unconfirmed speculation.
Any posts you make on DAY ZERO will relate to your normal life, they will introduce your character in their every day environment, at work, with their family etc.
As the role play advances (through DAY ONE, DAY TWO, etc), I will introduce more and more information upon which you can act. I may also interrupt your RP’ing to present “RANDOM ENCOUNTERS”. I will post the RANDOM ENCOUNTER, and PM those involved with suggestions for solving the encounter (though novel solutions suggested by the players may be chosen if they are fun). These encounters should not (please) be discussed between those involved until they have been concluded. RANDOM ENCOUNTERS can lead to PLAYER FATALITY if that is deemed an appropriate result for the choices made.
Current time: DAY ZERO. DAY ZERO will end when everyone who wants to has posted a "this is what I do in my normal life" post, or tomorrow morning (BST - current time 22.00 BST), when DAY ONE will begin.
We currently have 6 players, but will be accepting new players up until DAY ONE. I will now PM anyone who has said they were interested in playing another game.
Local Information: The City: The city in which you all live has the following statistics: Population - 200k Size - 36 square miles Makeup - Mostly suburbs, light industry towards the east, commercial in the centre. Notable landmarks - 3 hospitals, 7 highschools, 20 primary schools. 1 main police station, 5 local police stations, 2 fire stations. 1 large park in the central area of town. Location - North America, near large areas of woodlands + parklands.
Other local information There is lots of local news coverage regards the deaths and lots of speculation as to the causes/how to stop it.
National Information There is a national news alert regards the deaths. There is no official government response (other than local and state law enforcement), though there is a rumor of the National Guard being deployed to help stop the murders.
World Information: The world has no global alert status at this time.
Infection Status City - 30 infected Local - 100 infected, 50 zombies National - 150 infected, 60 zombies Global - 150 infected, 60 zombies
FM Ninja 048 wrote:OOC I'm confused is this the same town or a new one
This is a small city/large town (pop of about 200k people). Think of it as a new game in a new place. I will edit my intro post with more info in a second.
OOC - I will be playing and I'll post my character up tomorrow evening, I know I mentioned that I preferred real life RPGing but I'll give forum RPGing another shot ^^
Name: Lord.
Age: 18
Apearance: 6"1, shaved head, some muscle.
Abilites: Basic weapon training, some medical training. Speciality is close combat, uses a mixturte of close combat martial arts.
Equipment: A pistol, I know nothing about guns so I'm going to say a "45." pistol, a baseball bat anda small hatchet.
Background: Lived in this unnamed town his whole life, he seeks adventur so he joined the army but he's home for the summer.
Sorry for the spelling mistakes, Dakka is currently being super laggy so I can't go back and check without taking half an hour.
"I don't care who's not here today, find someone and make sure that the shipment is ready to go tonight" jennifer yelled down the phone "If I come in tomorrow and it's still here someone's meeting the russian's"
she hung up and slamed the phone down that was the second shipment being held up by these, these mutilations. Half her heavy's were gaurding the wharehouse, tripple what she would usually post there but it was needed the population was uneasy, something was stirring. She moved out from behind her desk, the High leather armchair made for an imposing look but was very uncomfortable. Walking out of her house and to the out-house and slipped her keycard through the reader opening the door to her private retreat. One of her bodygaurds stood at the door, but he knew better than to disturb her in here. Walking past the racks of guns carefilly hidden behind a paper screen she sat on the floor infront of the fountain and meditated. This week was stressing her out to much and she was feeling the effects.
Two hours later she emerged, back to her normal self. but not for long
she took the walkie talkie fron the gaurd outside the door,"Ashton, practice gear, five minutes" she said not waiting for a reply.
she diapeared back into the out-house and removed two of the stun batons from the shelves. they were harmless, in theory, each was made from a modified stun gun and would electrocute you if hit. this was common for her to train against her gaurds, they would never know who was going to be picked but all fought furiously not to get hit as it hurt. Ashton appeared a couple of minutes later, acepting the baton and taking a place on the mat oppisite his boss. He fought hard but not hard enough. The fight lasted for a good ten minutes before he slipped letting his gaurd down for the fraction of a second she needed to strike. Collecting his batton from beside him she placed them back on the rack. Running a finger along the lenght of her Kantana as she walked away. It drew blood even fron no pressure, that was good as it proved the quality, she had recived it last month from Andrew her supplier over in New Howdover she had acepted it wholehartedly and sent him a finely crafted renaissance saber in return. the exchange had solidifed there conract and brought her buisnesses to new hights.
her day was quite quiet from their, having a sitdown with some of hatian gangmembers to discuss cooperation towards a mutual goal took up the rest of the day. In the evening she went over daliy progerss reports before checking the news and going to bed.
The bedside alarm began to beep. Morning had broken and it was 6.00AM. Tom cursed and opened his eyes. He blearily looked around the room of his sh*tty apartment. Groaning heavily, he switched the alarm back off, and tried to get back to sleep. 5 minutes later, the radio switched itself on. Damn, his girlfriend was persistent. Groaning like a wounded beast, Tom pulled himself out of bed, to the melody of some up and coming pop band, and crossed the dirty floor too the bathroom, carefully stepping over Paul on the way, who lay, crumpled on the floor from where he’d lost consciousness the night before. Yawning sleepily, he looked at himself in the mirror. A gaunt, pallid face looked back at him, its sunken eyes, and hollow cheekbones made him look like one of the undead. Smiling at the thought, he decided, as today he was going to meet up with Keira, he was going to do something about his hair. His Mohican was matted and greasy, and he could just make out a small peanut lodged in it. He pulled it out, looked at it for a second, shrugged, and dropped it into his mouth. He filled the basin with water, and began to rinse his hair. He would have used the shower, but Will was occupying it at the moment, snoring to himself, a glue stick in hand. When he had first come here, he had sworn he wouldn’t end up like these guys. How the mighty have fallen he mused to himself. After finishing washing himself down, he wandered into the kitchen, if that’s what it deserved to be called. Beer bottles and needles lay scattered over every workspace, the fridge door was open, and most of the food was defrosted. Shrugging, Tom pulled out a half eaten bacon sandwich, and set about eating it whilst listening to the radio. Something about the X factor presenter Simon cowell going missing in the mountains. It made him feel better. Finishing the sandwich off, he was greeted by a low groaning coming from behind him.
“All right there Jonny? Take last night was pretty painful for you, didn’t here you come back ‘till gone four.”
The groaning was replaced with a tired yawn.
“Yeah. Still, I got her phone number in the end.”
“Oh? Does she know you’re a lowlife who will happily lick a toad if it gets him high?”
“No, not yet.”
Tom smiled. “Hey good luck with this one. Maybe she won’t try and get you arrested like the last one.”
Jonny grunted in reply, and fished around the fridge for something to eat.
“You seen where my bacon sarnies got too?” he mumbled, whilst looking under the cooker.
Tom smirked, and wandered back into his room to get changed. He stopped to shake Paul awake, and, after not getting a response, dragging him out into the hall.
He slipped some worn jeans on, and pulled a vest on. Yawning one last time, Tom wandered over to the front door, put some shoes on, and left the house.
He was immediately greeted by harsh sunlight. It was a bright day. He took a moment to take it all in, before he began to jog down the street.
What was the plan for today? Right, first he was gonna do some exercise. Then about half ten, he was gonna meet up with Keira, during her work break. He’d probably wander back home through the park, check his friends for vital signs, then go back out to sign on. That was the plan. Tom knew however, it was going to involve him meeting up with his dealer somewhere along the lines, and scrounging some morphine. He sighed at the thought. He was trying to get off it, but it was just so damn hard…
Tom dodged a manhole cover, and greeted the postman as he sped past. He made good progress, and reached the gym by 8.00.
Patrick's eyes snapped open, it was another day of his pile of gak life.
He turned his head, noticing his girlfriend putting on her clothes beside the bed.
"Awake, Jew?"
Patrick laughed, he remembered when she used to call him that in the 8th grade.
"Coffee?" Briana said
"Yeah, thanks love" Patrick said as he rose from the bed, putting on his boxers and pants.
Patrick didn't have class today, but that just meant he had to work.
He grabbed a shirt from his dresser and put it on as well.
Patrick walked into the main room of his apartment and sat on the couch and threw the T.V. on.
Some gakky movie was on Comedy Central, so he switched to the news. Apparently, there has been a sudden rise in murders and disappearances. Strange.
"Probably another serial killer" Patrick thought
Briana handed him his coffee, sitting down next to him with her own cup.
"I have to get going, hun" Patrick said as he kissed Briana on the cheek
"Rocks?" Briana asked
"Yeah, it's going for the most right now" Jewman answered
Patrick got up and put on his jacket with kevlar fibers. Hopefully he wouldn't need it today. He walked over to his safe, unlocking it and taking out his Taurus.
Patrick opened the door and walked down the stairs. He waved to the bloated creature that worked at the desk. He walked out the door, and got into his car. He drove over to the spot he had arranged two nights ago. An alley on the outskirts of the city.
He parked his car, and got out of the car. Seeing his client standing there.
He walked up to him and said "Nice day, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I suppose, guy, you got the stuff?"
"As long as you got the cash" Patrick responded
"Yeah, yeah" the man said, handing over the cash.
Patrick took out the rocks and they exchanged.
"Twas a pleasure, sir" Patrick said as he walked away
"Yeah, thanks"
Patrick walked 4 steps, and spun, drawing his handgun and throwing a round straight to the back of his head.
"Sorry mate, but you can't go around interfering with my territory, like DMX used to say: I got blood on my hand and there's no remorse, look me in my eye and your good as dead" Patrick said. He shed a lone tear.
He picked up the drugs he had handed the man and walked back into his car. He started driving back to his apartment. He started thinking about his life. He was in medical school, and was reduced to selling drugs, taking life. It really was strange, he always shed a tear when he took life, but he never felt bad for it. Being born without a conscious.
Patrick sighed and pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building. He got out of the car and walked into his apartment bulding, flicking off the fat, disgrace of human life at the desk.
He unlocked the door of his room. He walked over to the safe and unlocked it, putting his taurus away after reloading it. Briana was gone for whatever reason.
Patrick sat at his computer, perusing DakkaDakka, seeing Alairos or whatever his name was being utterly wrong about how to arm Chimera's, reading the new updates about 8th edition, etc.
It was only 2 in the afternoon then. Briana came home. She sat at her painting desk and worked on her High Elves, assembling and painting them.
Patrick walked over to his own desk and deposited himself in the chair. He assembled some ungors and some characters he received from Reaper.
It was 5 PM. Patrick opened up his safe and took out a joint, he asked Briana if she wanted one, but she declined. He went into the bedroom and smoked it. He just thought, relaxed, and mourned why his childhood couldn't have been better.
He went into the kitchen and grabbed some Sour Cream and Union chips. He sat down at the couch with Briana, watching "Dancing with the Stars".
Eventually, Patrick retired with Briana to the bedroom. The happy ending to another gakky day.
Just another day at work, Aleks thought as he sat behind the counter at his auto repair shop. He turns to look out the window in his office door. He can see two of his employees working on some new Hyundai that came in yesterday. Aleks turns back to look at his computer monitor seeing there is some news.
As he reads the story the hair on the back of his neck stands on end. He knows that this is going to end badly. Aleks picks up his office phone and makes a call out.
"Hey honey, you remember how your mom wanted to have the kids this weekend? Would you be so kind as to drive them up there? --- Yes I know it's a couple hours away but I think you and the kids should go up there for the weekend. --- NO! This isn't another one of my crazy conspiracy theories. I just wanted you and the kids to head up there. I'll be heading up there tomorrow if we get done with these cars by tomorrow evening. -- Alrig-- Love you too -- bye."
After getting off the phone Aleks continues to work until it is time for him to close up shop. At around 6 when he closes up shop aleksander gets in his truck and heads over to Home Depot to pick up a few things. While there Aleks grabs 2 dozen 2"x4"s 3 sheets of ply wood, a dozen dow rods, a box of screws and some chicken wire.
While driving home Aleks turns on the radio to try and see if there is any more information about the incidents currently occurring. Once home Aleks burns the midnight oil and begins to fortify his home. the chickenwire is set up as a wall around his front porch while the dow rods are put into the ground as defensive stakes, the 2"x4"s and the ply wood is being put up over the windows and doors to secure the home. Only one window is left uncovered and that is upstairs bathroom. It does, however, have chicken wire screwed over it to help prevent intrusion.
After finishing all of this around 3 AM he heads to sleep.
Lord downed another can before crumpling it into a ball and throwing it onto the ever expanding pile on his apartment floor. He had been back in town for three days and each one had been as boring as the last. At least in the Army he had something to do, but here, in his hometown, he had nothing. Lord had no friends and no family, he didn’t want either of them and he had got what he wanted. Lord was totally alone, even the Orphanage hadn’t given him a surname and hadn’t done a damned thing to get him adopted. Lord let out a giant burp, which ended in a cough fit. Lord pulled himself out of his chair and inspected his one bedroom apartment. Rubbish littered the floor and every work surface. Lord grunted and kicked his way through the sea of empty beer cans into he found his TV remote. He frowned as he flicked through the channels, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he saw more and more reports of mysterious savage attacks not that far out of town. I’m going to bring my handgun next time I go on a beer run he thought as he saw familiar faces of the towns small population flash across the TV with the small letters “assumed deceased” in the top right corner of the screen. Not that I care about anyone in this gak hole town he tried to convince himself as he dropped the remote, grabbed his jacket from a nearby peg on the wall and stuffed a pistol in the inside pocket. Just need some more beer Lord finally convinced himself as he slammed the door behind him and began the short walk to the town centre.
Name: David 'Dave" Mondello Height: 5'6" Weight: 140 lbs. Skills: Basic first aid, classical wrestling training, decent marksmen, some parkour training, can come up with plans and ideas on the fly. Equipment: Lighter, pocket knife, water bottle, skeleton hilt four inch knife, and KA-BAR. Backstory: Dave moved from his small town in Pennsylvania with his family to The City a year ago. Though he formally wrestled and was on the rifle team, he has yet to engage in any team sports at his new school. He still keeps his skills fresh by practicing at his home. He discovered parkour three months ago, and has slowly but surely gained some skill in the activity. Dave is slightly paranoid, and often expects the worst, never leaving home without a weapon, even for school. Physical Appearance: White, slight stubble, tired/bored looking eyes, dark brown hair, hazel eyes.
Dave pulled his shoulder to touch the bar.
"Nineteen." He whispered. Sweat dripped down his back. He pulled his right shoulder to touch the bar. 'Twenty."
Dave dropped from the pullup bar, five feet. The commando pullups left his arms feeling like jelly. Dave grabbed a towel from the floor, and wiped his face and arms.
He'd gained weight since he'd stopped wrestling. He was still for the most part as toned and conditioned a sbefore, except for a stubborn layer of fat on his stomach that refused to leave. Dave walked upstairs, and took a shower. His parents where out with his brother his chorus concert. He went back into the basement.
He found the not-so-secret-stash. He took out a bottle of wine, popped the cork, and took a swig. he brought it upstairs with him.
He lay down on his bed, taking another swig of the delicous alcohol.
"Twelve, fething, months. Twelve fething months and sweet feth all has happened." He whispered to himself.
Come to the city david, it'll be fun. Alot of stuff happens in the city David. You won't be bored like here in the middle of fething nowhere.
Nothing is what had happened in twelve months. He hid the bottle, put on sweatpants, and fell asleep.
He woke up. There was light coming through his window. He got up, and shutthe curtains.
He turned on his tv watching the news.
Not that it was "new"s. The same parade of murders, suspected terrorism, all that bull he'd never cared about.
Dave hsut it off, and went down into the basement. He took his stance, and acted as though he was performing a double leg takedown on an opponent.
Now a few quick questions,that have perhaps already been answered but I some how missed in my frantic read through the various post.
Are we RPing the same character?
Or...do we have to create new ones?
I'm fine with either one...just need to know so I can get my character into launch posistion.
Right, I've decided to make a new character (sort of),in the same way that ninjas character has ties to her old character,mine will as well in so much as he will be a member of the "Satans Servents" Motorcycle club.
However,were "Fitzz" was a sort of "good ole boy" Biker,this new guy won't be quite so "loveable".
So here goes...
Name: Tombstone
Age: 28
Appearance: Tall 6'7",pale skin,muscular,long dark hair,large scar on cheek,tattoos.
Abilities: Highly proficent with weapons of all kinds/above average fighter/moves quick and quiet.
Equipment: large switch blade knife,2 Baretta 9mm pistols (kept in duel shoulder holsters) plus 4 spare magazines & silencers,Harley chopper.
Background: Tombstone is the Satans Servents "hit man",when the "Satans" have a problem,tombstone is the man who settles it ,cold and ruthless, this man has no mercy.
The morning dawned bright and with a bit of a chill in the air..
At a table in the corner of a small "greasy spoon" cafe,Tombstone sat slowly sipping a cup of coffe that had long since gone cold...he didn't seem to notice.
A young woman, the waitress,appeared at his table holding a steaming pot of coffee.
" Can..I freshen that up for you" she asked nervously.
Tombstone raised his eyes staring at the woman.
She felt a small lump rise in her throat,the biker was a handsome man,despite the paleness of his skin and the large jagged scar on his face,in other circumstances she would have perhaps flirted,shown a little leg,but something in this mans eyes scared the living gak out of her.
"Coffee?" she asked again
"No" Tombstone said evenly
She thought for a moment and forced a smile "... Did ya have a bad night hun."
"Go away." Tombstone said,his gaze never leaving her eyes.
The young woman hurried away.
Tombstone smiled.
He sat for a moment contemplating his "work" this morning,thinking to himself "...No, "work" isn't the right word,too much fun to be called work"
He rose from the table,removing his wallet from inside his leather jacket,he pulled a $20 from inside,though the coffee had only cost a few dollars, he picked a pen up from the cashiers counter and quickly scrawlled a note onto the bill.
" Here you go sweet heart" he said with an devilish grin,handing the $20 to the young waitress he had scared " Keep the change."
Writen upon the bill were the words " You look like fun..I can be fun too" followed by what appeared to be a phone number.
The waitress stammered " I..I ah ..I have a ..boy friend"
Tombstone smiled, the smile somehow reminding the waitress of a shark.
"...Oh,well what he dosen't know wont hurt him".
A busboy,noticing the conversation,and the waitresses paniced look stepped in.
" Hey man" the busboy said,his voice shaking "We don't want any trouble".
Tombstone smiled wider,his eyes gleeming "That's right" he said " You don't".
He exited the cafe laughing.
An hour later,he was climbing the stairs in a run down appartment building.
On the second floor was the man Tombstone had "business" with, Randall Hipp or "The Hippy" as he was know by the Satans Servents.
Hippy was a "cutter",in fact he had been the Satans main cutter,he could take pure dope and cut it so fine that no one could tell it had been "stepped on".
The problem was...Hippy had gotten a taste for the product,and now...well and now Hippy had disappeared with a rather large amount of Satan property.
Hippy thought that no one would notice,the Satans handled ALOT of product...and he had "only" taken a few kilos.
The Satans had noticed.
Tombstone reached the door to Hippys apartment,he listened quietly at the door,no sound from inside,but Tombstone had seen Hippys' old VW van parked outside.
Besides, Tombstone knew the Hippy was in there...he could..feel it.
Tombstone removed the switchblade from his pocket and pressed the small chrome button on the handle,a 9 inch blade snaped out.
He quikly slipped the blade between the cheap doors lock and the door jamb...the door slipped open and Tombstone stepped inside the gloomy appartment.
Tombstone wrinkled his nose against the odor of stale beer and sweat ..."Fething slob" Tombstone thought as hew drew one of his 9MM pistols from its holster.
He quietly strolled down the hallway,glancing about the hovel of an appartment,he smiled as he saw a poster of Jim Morrison on the wall.
" 5 to 1 baby,1 in 5" Tombstone hummed to himself "No one here gets out alive"...he had always loved the Doors music.
Tombstone came to an open bedroom door and stepped inside.
Laying on a dirty matress was Randal "The Hippy" Hipp and two of the ugliest women Tombstone had ever seen in his life.
" That figures" Tombstone thought " This gak head runs off with that much prime dope...and he still picks up these mud ducks to party with".
Tombstone slowly attached a 6 inch silencer to his pistol,he smiled wide...this was the fun part.
" Good morning Randall!!" Tombstone hissed loudly.
One of the woman begin to scream when she saw Tombstone standing at the foot of the bed,Tombstone raised his pistol and put a single round through her eye, splattering a now wide awake Hippy and his surviving companion with a shower of blood and brain.
" Stone!" Hippy pleaded " I'm sorry...Dear god stone..I'll give it back..I'll give it all back!!"
"Really Hippy?" Tombstone said with a smile "What about what went up these Ladies noses?"
Tombstone punctuated his question by placing a single round from his pistol through the bridge of the other womans nose...her head exploded in a crimson spray.
" Wow" Tombstone smiled " I guess I'll have to scrape the Blow of the pillows huh Hippy?"
Randal stammered begging " Stone..Please..I have money...I'll pay you...please man."
Tombstone smiled " Money ?"...He laughed " Hippy...it's never about the money."
Tombstone fixed his pistol on The Hippys head.
" Stone !!...Please don't..DON'T!!"...his brains hit the wall behind him.
Tombstone whistled as he removed the silencer and replaced his weapon in it's holster.
He turned to exit when a bit of news on the television caught his attention.
"...Several more people have been reported missing in the area surrounding town..citizens are urged to use caution and remain in groups after dark...as of yet we have no way of knowing just what sort of dangerous people we may be dealing with..."
Tombstone smiled " Dangerous people!!" he exclaimed with a laugh " Oh lord protect me from them dangerous people."
He left the slaughter behind him smiling his devilish smile.,
Tombstone climbed onto his bike and kicked the engine into life,he sat thinking for a moment...
" Maybe I'll go back and visit that mouthy little busboy" he thought "..and that lovely lady" his smile widened as he roared off into the brisk morning air.
Congratulations, you have managed to make it through DAY ZERO! However, any sense of achievement is short lived as the zombie threat has grown considerably during the night. You awake to a world that is subtly different from before. The number of infected has risen sharply and one of the hospitals has been overrun as the injured reanimate and go on to infect others. The 30 original infected who made it to the city have turned and gone on to infect others.
Information is still not clear as to exactly what is happening, but the main hospital has been sealed off by the police, and a couple of local squads of National Guard have been mobilised to help cordon off the site as well (amid fears of some kind of plague).
While the hospitals are the focus of the zombie scourge, several zombies and infected persons remain at large in the community. The local news channels have been running stories on the events as they have unfolded. Towards the morning the national news shows have also picked up the story, running it on their breakfast bulletins and showing edited footage of bodies being removed from the hospital in enclosed containers by masked doctors, as well as the cordon of police officers surrounding the building.
Many people decide to take the day off work due to the risk of violence while others take to the street to either demand the police do more to protect them, or to generally protest at what is happening.
It is now DAY ONE.
Anyone who has watched the news will be aware of the increased tensions + deaths.
Anyone living in the more urban areas of the city or near the police stations or hospitals will be aware of the protests/mobs of people.
Anyone living near or working at the main hospital will be aware that it has been closed and sealed. Anyone who works there will be aware that the National Guard has been drafted in to cordon it off.
Local Information Protests/mobs in urban areas. Minor incidents of looting. Main hospital closed with National Guard present in very small numbers. Many people staying home from work. Local news stations running almost non-stop broadcasts about the troubles in the city. Trouble in outlying towns has almost been forgotten by the news companies as the city becomes more and more bloody.
National Information There is a national news alert regards the deaths. The story is featuring as the main news item nationally. There is no official government response (other than local and state law enforcement), though a small number of National Guardsmen have been deployed. The Department of Disease Control has several agents en-route to the city. Several other cases have occurred in other cities around America.
World Information: The world has no global alert status at this time. Several international news channels are running a brief story on the troubles in the city. First zombies occur oversees, although their presence is not yet reported or known.
Infection Status City - 500 infected, 70 zombies Local – 1000 infected, 200 zombies National - 1200 infected, 270 zombies Global - 1210 infected, 272 zombies
I will add in the new players and update this post with the information.
DAY ONE will end this evening (say about 2200 BST (currently 0700 BST)), or whenever everyone has posted at least one RP, whichever comes first.
Current Active Players
Player: Karon
Name: "Jewman" (Not meant to be racist, I'm Jewish and that's what all my buds call me) Age: 23 Appearance: Height 6'11", 247lbs, short slicked back hair, unshaved face, Pentagram Tattoo on the back of the neck, well built Abilities: Medical Intern, knowledge of ballistics, 5 years of Tai-Chi Equipment: Tek-9, Taurus PT92, Butterfly Knife, Two stainless Steel combat-made Drizzt Do'urden Replica Swords (they are so awesome), piece o' gak ford Jeep, first aid kit(not the gakky ones you get from walgreens) Background: Drug Dealer, accomplished Martial Artist, grew up in the "hood" in chicago
Player: ghosty
Name: Tom Knight Age: 23 Appearance: 6ft 2, Medium build, pale skin, sunken eye sockets, short cropped Mohican. Abilities: Used to be a promising surgeon, until he became addicted to the morphine he was dishing out. Equipment: Jeans, Vest top, 6 syringes of morphine, Scalpols, Spade (win!) Background: Tom used to be a promising surgeon, after aceing medical school, and sailing through internship, he was apparently going to do great things. However, he became addicted to morphine, and was chucked out of the hospital. He ended up Living in a scummy apartment with three other druggies, trying to get high off of anything. Tom has a girlfriend, a nurse at the hospital, who has been trying to get him off his addiction for several months.
Player: Darkvoidof40k
Name: "Shadow" Age: 26 Appearance: Short, dark spiked up hair. 6 foot one. Old war Scar across right cheek. Abilities: Highly skilled marksman and pretty good in a fist fight (or otherwise, for that matter). Equipment: Pump-action shotgun, semi-automatic machine gun, hunting knife Background: Ex-military commando background, in it with "Spook" - a friend of Shadow's since childhood. On leave from his duties.
Player: halonachos
Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest. Age: 20 Appearance: 6' 0", 207lbs, Short neatly combed hair, has muscle mass, but doesn't look like hulk hogan or anything like that. Abilities: Marksmanship training, basic EMT training, some further medical training. Equipment: M9 pistol, Mosin Nagant rifle, basic med kit (the kind you do get at walgreens). Air Force uniform pants and a plain white t-shirt with the phrase "Practice Safe Lunch, Use a Condiment." on the front. Also wears aviator sunglasses. Background: Halon graduated from college and decided to join the air force to get into med school for free. He was able to bypass boot camp, but still had to meet airforce requirements on his own. Has no girlfriend and no pets with him as he lives out of state. Has a brother and a friend also in the air force. Brother is also out of state and in candidate school while friend is stationed in Qatar. Loves older WW2 firearms and planned on collecting them once he retired from the air force and joined a private practice as a trauma surgeon.
Player: FM Ninja 048
Name: Jennifer Age: 24 Appearance: tall, slender, black hair Abilities: athlete, can handle a gun, good at fighting Equipment: Japanese Kantana, AR-15, Five Seven, Jack Daniels, Zippo Background: Budding crime lord, Naomies Fathers contact in this town.
Player: c34r34lk1ll3r
Name: Aleksander Age: 34 Appearance: 6'6", muscled build, 250 lbs, moderately long hair, blonde hair, green eyes Abilities: Moderate occult knowledge, Minor Gunsmithing knowledge, hunting, wilderness survival Equipment: 1997 Ford F-150, 2 Knives, Basic survival kit, 357 magnum, 12 .357 rounds, basic car repair gear Background: Currently an automechanic. Ever since Aleksander was a child his parents have informed him that big brother is out to get him. He is extremely paranoid and never leaves the house without a minor survival kit. Aleksander lives a couple miles out of town and owns a mechanic shop near his house. If something goes haywire he is more than willing to bunker down in his home until the dust settles. Aleksander has a wife and 2 children: Rachael, Donovan, and Aaron; respectively.
Player: Scarper
Name: Scarp, seeing as we seem to be going the nickname route Age: 21 Appearance: 6'1", average build. Dark brown short hair and stubbly beard. Abilities: Emergency medicine and rock climbing. Little knowledge of weapons, but fit and able to get around well Equipment: Limited medical equipment (think basic first aid, splints and bandages, few bags of fluid with delivery system, defib - enough to fill a rucksack). Rope, carabiners and rock shoes. Few tins of food, two bottles of water, insulin pump (!) with several weeks of prescription meds. Hockey stick. Background: Med student, recently attached to local A and E, but new to the area. Member of local mountain rescue team back home. Diabetic.
Player: Lord-Loss
Name: Lord. Age: 18 Appearance: 6"1, shaved head, some muscle. Abilities: Basic weapon training, some medical training. Speciality is close combat, uses a mixturte of close combat martial arts. Equipment: A pistol, I know nothing about guns so I'm going to say a "45." pistol, a baseball bat anda small hatchet. Background: Lived in this unnamed town his whole life, he seeks adventur so he joined the army but he's home for the summer.
Player: Golden Eyed Scout
Name: David 'Dave" Mondello Height: 5'6" Weight: 140 lbs. Skills: Basic first aid, classical wrestling training, decent marksmen, some parkour training, can come up with plans and ideas on the fly. Equipment: Lighter, pocket knife, water bottle, skeleton hilt four inch knife, and KA-BAR. Backstory: Dave moved from his small town in Pennsylvania with his family to The City a year ago. Though he formally wrestled and was on the rifle team, he has yet to engage in any team sports at his new school. He still keeps his skills fresh by practicing at his home. He discovered parkour three months ago, and has slowly but surely gained some skill in the activity. Dave is slightly paranoid, and often expects the worst, never leaving home without a weapon, even for school. Physical Appearance: White, slight stubble, tired/bored looking eyes, dark brown hair, hazel eyes.
Player: Fitzz
Name: Tombstone Age: 28 Appearance: Tall 6'7",pale skin,muscular,long dark hair,large scar on cheek,tattoos. Abilities: Highly proficent with weapons of all kinds/above average fighter/moves quick and quiet. Equipment: large switch blade knife,2 Baretta 9mm pistols (kept in duel shoulder holsters) plus 4 spare magazines & silencers,Harley chopper. Background: Tombstone is the Satans Servents "hit man",when the "Satans" have a problem,tombstone is the man who settles it ,cold and ruthless, this man has no mercy.
Player: N0t_u
Name: N Age: 20 Appearance: Average height, thin, blonde hair, huge red coat (for added protection) Abilities: N was an extremely resourceful IT student before the outbreak occured. His teachers would say he was basically a lazy child prodigy earlier on in life, simply he was extremely smart, but only if the subject interested him. At the age of 10 he started practicing Battojustu, simply because it seemed interesting enough. At other times he has even converted pens into LED flashlights simply for the hell of it. Another hobby is Archery and given a choice he prefers a quiet bow over guns. Equipment: Katana, Pen LED Flashlight, some first aid equipment, Bow, 50 Arrows.
Player: Great Unclean One
Name: Bonzo Age: 40 Appearance: Balding, middle age, beer belly, Abilities: Clown, damn good at drinking and has been in his share of scraps and brawls, especially with angry parents.... Equipment: Clown outfit, baseball bat, broken bottle, Background: Works as a clown, has been slowly sinking into chronic depression, combination of living in squalor, being addicted to alcohol and being divorced and having next to no money left. He has taken to sitting in his apartment, drinking himself into a stupor and has not been booked for a fortnight, has considered suicide but realised quickly that he was too chicken even for that. He also has wild personality swings and can become extraordinarily happy one time but depressed at other times, he's confused, lonely, not the happiest clown that's existed.
CURRENT ACTIVE PLAYERS = 12 CURRENT INFECTED PLAYERS = 0
Hey Silver, when you started Day 0 and ended it I was asleep... in the future can you give us all a chance to RP? Maybe start a day in the morning and end it in the evening? Cause I was scrolling through everyone elses IC posts, thinking about how best to introduce my character - then I reached your post.
Also, there are other people who are probably in a similar situation (i.e. belief in sleep) who didn't get to post.
Eh, to early to post decent IC stuff for me, I shall do it later.
Also, Lord-loss, both of our characters have a military background. Perhaps when the crazy gak starts happening, they'll remember each other and band together or something?
Sorry Darkvoid - if you want to post a day zero post, feel free. Just put DAY ZERO at the top so we know you are referring to DAY ZERO. I just wanted to give a few people time to sign up/make characters etc and thought that anyone who was around could do a little RP while they waited.
Depending how fast/much people RP today, I may extend the "deadline" for DAY ONE until tomorrow evening (as it is a weekend and I'm sure that people will have other things on). As the zombie threat increases, the deadlines will probably get more widely spaced (depending on what happens during the RP), to give people more time to play out everything that happens.
OOC: Changing this for the third time so I don't screw anyone over.
IC: Halon was just getting back to his apartment after his shift when he turned on the news to the dismay of the two others fresh from guard duty.
"Dude, seriously? What the hell is wrong with you, we JUST get back and you turn on the loudest thing in the room." Andre groaned to Halon.
"What? This stuff is just important as your precious beauty sleep." Halon responded, eyes glued to the tube.
"Yeah, but my sleep prevents me from kicking your teeth in, the t.v don't." Andre scowled.
"Yeah man. Unless you want us to do to you what they did to that fat guy in 'Full Metal Jacket'." Caboose added angrily.
"Fine, fine." Halon resigned as he turned the television off.
He had just gotten his leave authorized and was enjoying the first time had away from the base. That was his last shift for at least two days so he was willing to not sleep for another couple of hours. He had no idea what to do, all the movies didn't open for another couple of hours, his roommates were sleeping and already ticked off so his console was out of question. He decided to go get breakfast somewhere.
He took a short walk to the closest restaurant and saw a "closed" sign on it and continued down the street until he found a nice diner. He walked in and saw a busboy and a waitress talking about something below their breath something about a "biker guy" or something. Halon didn't care, he wanted some pancakes and eggs. He sat down in the booth closest to the door.
The busboy looked at Halon's crotch worriedly, Halon looked down trying to figure out what the hell the guy was looking at and saw his holstered M9.
"Crap," Halon said to himself "forgot to check that in, my XO is going to be ticked." Looking back at the busboy he added "Don't worry, Air Force MP. I don't plan to rob ya or anything."
"That was kind of stupid to say." Halon thought to himself. "Why in the hell do I do that crap?"
The waiter handed him a menu and asked if he wanted something to drink.
"Yeah, I'll take a pot of coffee and..." he trailed off while looking at the menu "I'll have the 'Deluxe Platter' please, bacon instead of sausage."
"That was fast. Never had anyone know what they wanted right away before." the waitress said while jotting down Halon's order.
"Parents never cooked much so you kind of get used to ordering out." Halon responded, surprisingly cheerful for this early in the morning.
Halon pulled a paper out from near the door and began reading the funnies.
Tom ran around his apartment frantically. It was just great wasn’t it? He lived most of the year in a complete rubbish tip, with three other stoners, and everything’s fine, but when Keira calls, suddenly the place is an absolute pig sty, and was in dire need to cleaning up. He sped past Paul, who was puffing on a spliff. Tom grabbed it as he sailed past, put it out on the palm of his hand, and gave it back.
“Smoke AFTER she’s been, ok?”
Paul grunted, and turned on the television. Grabbing up the bottles of alcohol, he tried to stuff them into the overflowing bin. They weren’t going to fit, and what’s more, the bin had begun to smell.
“Idea.”
Tom dragged it over to the window, opened it, and chucked the refuse out onto some neighbour’s garden. He then rushed back into the house and began cleaning it up desperately. He grabbed a handful of syringes, and lobbed them out of the window. He hauled Jonny off his bed, and dragged him into the kitchen, where he propped him up on a stall. His room at least, was mostly clean. He’d even opened the window to let some fresh air in. Exhausted, he sat on the bed in a daze, and surveyed his work. A distinct putrid smell wafted up from to the left of his pillow. He turned and looked. Jonny had thrown up.
“Oh for f*cksake! Jonny you Bastard!”
There was no time to change the pillows, she’d be here any second, so, using that kind of desperate logic that people get in a panic, he threw it out the window as well.
Someone knocked on the door. Her aced over to open it before one of the stoner’s would. He made it into the hall just as Will was moving towards it.
He was naked.
“Noooooo!” he yelled, and proceeded to tackle will to the ground. He got up, opened the door and was greeted with…
…the postman. He looked slightly nervous, but smiled broadly, and handed Tom a parcel.
“Hi Pete, thanks for this. Can I interest you with a coffee? We, ahem, I cleaned the place up a bit, now you can sit somewhere without catching aids.”
The postman grinned sheepishly.
“Thanks man, I might just do that.” He closed the door after him, settled on a stool next to the encumbered form of Jonny, and poured himself a cup of coffee.
Tom sat opposite too him.
“You look pretty shaken up man? What’s the matter? Anything I can help with?”
Pete, the postman swallowed a mouthful of coffee, looked left and right in a conspiratal manner, leaned in and whispered
“It’s a conspiracy!” He waggled his eyebrows empathetically, before continuing.
Tom sighed inwardly, Pete was a great guy, never judged anyone, and he never lost the post to boot, but, well he was the kinda guy who thought the twin towers was staged, and that UFO’s are in area 52.
“Yeah, theirs been riots and protesting in the street, and its all directly to do with the large hospital in town. They say the National Guard have cordoned it off!”
Tom swore. That’s where Keira worked.
“They say there’s been an outbreak of a deadly flu! Made from the UFO’s of course. Trying to punish us after Roswell.”
Tom couldn’t help but smile.
“Well, I don’t think the aliens did this one mate, sounds just like a real bad case of the flu.”
“Bu- ”
“Well, it can’t be that bad, otherwise you’d be at home wearing a tinfoil hat, surely?”
Pete grinned like he was the Cheshire cat.
“Nothing is gonna stop the Post, I’d go out in the apocalypse to deliver this stuff” He said as he patted his postbag. “And as for the hat…”
He removed his Baseball cap, and, sure enough, underneath it, there was a small tinfoil dish squashed onto Pete’s head.
The doorbell rung. Standing up, Tom wandered off into the hall, stepped over Will who had fallen asleep, and opened the door. Keira was standing there, in tears, still in her uniform.
Tom pulled her into an embracing hug. He patted her on the back until her crying subsided. He then escorted her through the house, and into the kitchen. She looked momentarily puzzled by the presence of a Postman with tinfoil stuck to his head, but took it in her stride, and sat down on one of the stalls. Tom hunkered down next to her.
“So you sounded pretty shaken up on the phone, what’s going on?”
She looked at him up and down critically for a second, her eyes lingering on his arms for any signs of tracemarks, and then looked back into his eyes.
“I don’t know. I was working the late shift last night. There was a massive influx of injured patients that needed to be treated immediately. They all seemed to have a strange illness, maybe contracted from the injuries they had sustained.”
“Aliens” muttered the postman.
“Thanks Pete, you were saying?”
She smiled nervously.
“I was told to head off home, I’d been working a nine hours straight, I was dead on my feet. But, about two hours later, the whole building is quarantined! My friends are still in there, and they’re not aloud out, the national guard are keeping everyone in!”
Tom looked her in the eyes, stroked some hair out of her face, and stood up. He had seemed to have made a decision, and for a moment, Keira swore he looked like the surgeon she’d fallen in love with. He held out his hand.
“C’mon we can head down there now if you want. Try and see if we can’t find any of your friends.”
She grinned, and took his hand.
As they were about too leave he called over his shoulder
“Oi Pete, thought you said the apocalypse wouldn’t stop you? And yet, the coffee has? Strange.”
Halon's cellphone was going off. The irritating buzzing of the vibrate function making him jump as it rattled on the coffee table next to him.
It was his roommate Andre. Halon reluctantly picked up his phone and put down the PS3 controller.
"What's up govna?" Halon answered in his favorite british accent.
"Hey Halon, the gak has hit the fan. The XO's getting everyone ready for something and some National Guard guys have showed up and were put up in some of the barracks." Andre explained excitedly.
"Is the XO ticked about me not checking in my pistol?" Halon respnded as he returned to play MW2 online.
"Dude, the XO wouldn't give a damn about you not checking in your pistol right now. Have you even turned on your precious news today? Its all in there. Listen, I gotta go, we're real busy up here." Andre was rushing to end the call and Halon could tell.
"Why do you sound so excited Andre, you didn't even get this worried when you popped positive for gonorrhea?" Halon quickly added, hoping to catch Andre before he hung up.
"Listen," Andre said in a hushed voice, "just turn on the news and all will be explained." The phone beeped as the call ended.
Halon looked at his score, 24 kills and 12 deaths while his team was losing in a match of Hardcore Headquarters. Halon turned off the console and turned the television to the news. There were stories about increased violence and the local hospital being closed off.
"Are you serious!" Halon yelled at the t.v "my first day of leave and this garbage, you gotta be kidding me."
His phone rang again, this time it was his XO, Halon wasn't about to answer so he let it go to voicemail. He waited for the "new voicemail" message to pop up on his phone before checking it.
The message went like:
"Stanwick, get your arse here asap I know that you're ignoring me. We need as many hands as possible over here. Oh, and bring your firearm, we'll chat about that after all of this dies down."
"Oh, of course I'll just rush right down there just to get chewed out." Halon thought to himself, his XO was just the sweetest person when someone did something wrong.
Right, here we go again then! (anyone know how to spell lye-in?)
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DAY 0
The alarm clock buzzed. 8:00 AM. It wasn't loud, and Shadow was already awake. He was just having a lye-in. He moaned wearily, before slapping a hand onto his alarm clock, turning it off. Bob was lying down, curled up in a ball, at the end of his bed. Shadow hauled himself out of bed, knocking his cat accidentally. Bob voiced his annoyance with his high pitched voice. "Alright, alright" Shadow said, pulling on some clothes. After he got dressed, he walked down his houses' spiralling wooden staircase, light reflecting off the smooth white walls. Walking barefoot on his wooden floor, Shadow sat down on a stool at his breakfast bar. He reached up and opened the over-hanging cupboard, and pulled out the first thing he grabbed. "What've we got today then?" he queried himself. Looking down at the box, it was some of that "special-K" Kellogs cereal. "Meh" he said, and poured the cereal into a bowl. After adding milk, he began to eat it. The mixture of... cereal "stuff"... and berries, along with whatever other cheap crap they put in there, actually tasted quite nice. Looking around satisfactorily, Shadow muttered, "If there's one good thing about carrying out some of the most dangerous missions in the army, it's these free hidden away designer houses in the fields. Much better than that gak hole we lived in back in the city, eh Bob?" The cat meowed its reply. Grabbing a pouch of disgusting, smelly wet cat food, and ripping the top off, Shadow poured the salmon chunks into the Black cats' bowl. Bob ate ravenously.
"Yeah, better than the stuff in the city too. Smells god-awful though."
Shadow was talking to himself a lot nowadays. Well, there was Bob, but naturally his English wasn't too good. Shadow wished he had some human company. He'd been in this amazing, luxury place for three weeks now, since late December. It was unusually bright and sunny outside, which was nice. Shadow gazed out of a window at the lovely scenery - lush fields of corn and other stuff Shadow didn't care to identify. Walking into his living-room, although it was more comparable to a hardware store for all the nifty gadgets in it. Shadow grabbed the TV remote, flicking through the hundreds of channels his "super-premium-amazing-wotsit" sky box gave him. Eventually he settled on the news channel - something caught his eye. Bob trotted over and jumped up onto the couch beside him, and Shadow layed a hand on his feline companion, who began to purr as he sat down. It seemed that there was some sort of flu or something going on down in town.
"Guess we should be fine, Bob, we're six miles out."
There was also some stuff about murders and terrorists. If it got any worse, Shadows' leave might end up getting cut short. He grunted at the thought, and glanced over at the wooden cabinet where he kept his guns.
"No sad bugger is getting in here, Bob."
DAY 1
Same routine, same day. Special K crap, smelly cat food, played some Reach beta and listened to some music. Today on the news, the hospistal was closed off and there were mobs and riots. Shadow once again glanced over at his secure weapons cabinet. This ain't no warzone! his conscience told him. Yeah, but it soon might well be he replied. Well if it does become one, make sure you bring enough ammo this time. Scared me shitless when we were at KR-16 over in Afghanistan. You let that bugger actually get close enough to-I fething know! We are the same person, now shuddup subconscious. It's mad enough that I only have Bob to talk to, but having an argument with myself? I'm definitely mad. "Mraow!" Bob said.
"Mraow to you too, kitty."
Name: N
Age: 20
Appearance: Average height, thin, blonde hair, huge red coat (for added protection)
Abilities: N was an extremely resourceful IT student before the outbreak occured. His teachers would say he was basically a lazy child prodigy earlier on in life, simply he was extremely smart, but only if the subject interested him. At the age of 10 he started practicing Battojustu, simply because it seemed interesting enough. At other times he has even converted pens into LED flashlights simply for the hell of it. Another hobby is Archery and given a choice he prefers a quiet bow over guns.
Equipment: Katana, Pen LED Flashlight, some first aid equipment, Bow, 50 Arrows.
OOC: What day is it in this? Not the number of it that's obvious enough
It was Monday. N woke up as usual, the alarm went off. The sound of it always annoyed him. He got ready for the day, skipped breakfast as usual and left for class. It was roughly 8:30am as he walked towards his IT class, yet he had heard about the possible new strain of whatever virus; the name escaped him. He wondered how long the virus would last and how long it would be exagerated by the news; something which annoyed him as he wanted the actual news not some exagerated bull crap. He listened to his music as he walked almost silently along the road. Half an hour later he arrived to find that the class was cancelled for the day. He read the notice on the door. Apparently the teacher had returned home from a vacation overseas recently and was sick. N had wondered when they would return, the substitute left in their place had covered chapter four repeatively for the last five weeks, they usually went through one a week.
Annoyed he had wasted his time to come to class he left to go back home. There was really nothing interesting around this part of town. He returned home to hear the news ranting on about something. He decided that since his friends were coming from out of town to make it to the class he might as well call them. Once he had, he listened to them complain about the hour long trip being wasted and they instead decided to play Xbox then maybe go see a movie. With three of them in his class since kindergarten local multiplayer would be decent.
Day 1
N awoke as normal for a Tuesday and got ready to go to class. Only stopping himself at the front door as he remembered that the teacher had been away sick and it would be unlikely that they would be well so soon. This was confirmed half an hour later when his friends called him again to complain about it.
"*sigh* Why would you think that he would be back right after it?" asked N.
"It was just in case" replied Alphonsine, one of his friends.
"Fine might as well come over again today" said N.
He could hear them cheering and Alphonsine taunting the other two in the background.
They arived shortly after.
Alphonsine entered first, almost running. She was average height and had long blonde hair, although currently it was dyed light blue for some reason. N and the others had known each other for many years and she had always seemed a bit odd.
Behind her was Derek, he was short and slightly over weight. He had short black hair and glasses. He was usually picked on in class, in fact thats how they had met him. The bully had been picking on him and N and Alphonsine had stood up to the bully.
The last was Akira, Alphonsine being an Otaku would usually yell out random quotes from anime at him as if she understood and was having a conversation with him. He had moved to their town later in the year they had met and was the last to join their group.
"Soo.. Who's going to be on my team this time?" asked Alphonsine. Of course inserting the Halo 3 disc again before the others could have a say over what game they would play. They turned the TV on, it was still set to the news. The reporter mentioned something about the virus becoming more and more of an outbreak by the moment. Some experts talking about it a bit then some religious nut going on about the end of the world.
DAY 1
Lord woke to someone banging on his front door “I’m coming, i’m coming!” He shouted as lurched, still half drunk, across the room to the door. Waiting at the door was a cops “What do you feth do you want it’s like 9am!” Lord shouted.
“There has been a brutal murder a few doors down from you sir”
He didn’t look happy as he peered past Lord into his gakky apartment “We need a statement, it won’t take long“ The cop stopped what he was saying and drew his gun “Sir put your hands on your head and get down onto the floor, NOW!”
“No, what the feth is wrong with you, don’t point that gun at me!”
“Sir, drop your weapon! And put your hands on your head and get down on the floor”
gak, oh yea I got my pistol in my pocket they must think I murdered those people Lord looked down at his pocket and he saw the barrel of his 45. Pistol poking out. He cursed his luck and made his decision as the cop unlocked the safety of his gun. Lord punched the cop in his head before he could shoot and kneed him in the stomach. gak, gak, gak! Better stick him in the apartment can’t leave him here Lord dragged the unconscious cop into his apartment, grabbed some pistol ammo, his wallet and ran outside, down the stairs before anyone could figure out what he’d done or try and stop him. Lord slowed down as he reached the main entrance and walked slowly, hands in pocket to cover the gun, cops and forensics ignored him.
Lord broke into a run as soon as he reached the sidewalk. feth, where do I go now? I’ll head for the outskirts of town, there’s a wood there
OOC: Don’t mind Lord living in the same apartment block as that Hippy dude?
Shadow dozed with his cat on his lap when all of a sudden the window he was sitting next to erupted in a shower of glass. Groping hands grabbed him, pulling him through the shattered pane into the garden beyond. The blood stained ghouls sank their teeth into his flesh and pulled him limb from limb in their need to feed.
Tombstone sat quietly cleaning and oiling his pistols,on the table in front of him sat a leather duffle bag filled with his "tools",a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey and a small mirror on wich he had laid out some "refreshment".
He had taken a room in a " No tell Motel" on the fringes of town,not the finest accomidations Tombstone thought to himself,but what the feth,he only planed to be in town a few more days,he would then return "home" to the Satans main clubhouse.
A knock at the door,Tombstone glanced up irritated,he hated to be disturbed when he was occupied.
He snaped open his switchblade and slowly walked to the door,peering through the peep hole in the door he saw the bloated figure of the motel desk clerk.
"Fat fether" Tombstone thought with disgust as he twisted the lock on the door and opened it slightly.
Tombstone glared at the short chubby man who was standing outside,he held a large envelope in his sweaty hands and shuffled about nervously.
" Something I can do for you?" Tombstone asked leaning closer to the pudggy little man,his eyes sparkled with menace.
The fat little man spoke in a low nervous wisper " Sorry to disturb you...I would never.." the man seemed to drift off
Tombstone impaitently slapped the man on top of his balding head " Spit it out porky" Tombstone grinned " I don't have all day to stand around watching you take up space...or to listen to you st..st..stuter."
The man cleared his troat " A young lady dropped this off for you" he said handing Tombstone the envelope,it was covered in the fat mans sweat and Tombstone took it with distaste.
The desk clerk continued " She asked that I tell you she would meet you later" The chubby man smiled " She was..very pretty..I'm sure your in for some ...fun"
Tombstone eyed the man coldly,he handed him a hundred dollor bill and tapped him on the nose with the tip of his switchblade.
" Stop speaking"Tombstone said,his eyes narrowing " Or I may decide to cut that vile little tounge out of your greasy little mouth."
" No offence ment sir" the man gulped " I..just".
Tombstone closed the door in his face,walked back to his chair at the table and snorted some "refreshment",chasing it with a healty belt of whiskey.
"AHhH" Tombstone muttered as the numbness filled him " That's better".
He slit the enevelope open with the edge of his knife and removed the contents.a stack of hundred dollor bills banded together and a folded note,Tombstone tossed the money indifrently into his duffle bag and read the note.
" Stone,
By now I'm sure the situation with H. has been handled.
Here's a little walking around money.
S. will meet you later tonight,she will call you with details.
I have one more bit of business for you to take care of.
S. will fill you in when you meet her.
Enjoy yourself Brother.
KD."
Tombstone smiled,setting the note on fire and dropping it into an ashtray,he reached into the duffel bag and removed an HK MP5 and slowly disasembled it.
He clicked the button on the television remote and flipped through the chanels pausing on a news report.
" This is Scott Prichard reporting live from Memorial park,where a small group of protesters have gathered.
Details are unclear at the moment,but it appears the protest has something to do with the recent shut down of mercy hospital and the increased precence of National Guardsman within the city"
Tombstone furrowed his brow watching,on the screen a group of people held signs and shouted "We want the truth!!",Tombstone noticed a large woman at the front of the crowd a large bloody bandage covered her arm.
"Hmm,trouble in paradise" he mused,still ...alot of weekend warriors running about town could hinder his work,he'd have to be extra carefull.
The news man continued "...Stay tuned to this channel for more on this late breaking story."
" Stay tuned to this chanel for more " We don't have a fething clue what we are talking about bullgak." Tombstone said to himself shaking his head,the idiocy of the general populace always amused him.
He partook of some more "refreshment" and reasembled the MP5.
A moment later his phone rang,he smiled answering it.
" Hi there Stone" a sultry voice spoke " Hows my favorite bad man?"
" Doing much better than a certain hippy we know" Tombstone answered.
The woman on the other end laughed " I'm sure of that Honey"
"Honey?" Tombstone thought with some amusement,he continued " So let's get to the where and when."
" The Where is Slip-n-Slides" the woman purred "The when is an hour or so..."
" I'll be there..with bells on" Tombstone said and closed his phone.
45 minutes latter Tombstone exited his motel room,he strapped his duffel bag to the back of his bike and climbed aboard it.
An unatractive "working girl" aproached Tombstone smiling
"Hey Harley man" she slurred " Looking for some company?"
Tombstone eyed her with disgust.
" Oh,I'm looking for company" Tombstone grinned at the woman,who stepped closer..." But I'm sure you have to be gettin Back to your pen..somewhere a lonely farmer with a bucket of slop must be wondering how you got out."
The womans smile faded and she poped her middle finger up at Tombstone.
" Feth you!! Harley man!" she screached as Tombstone kicked his bike into life.
Tombstone grinned his devilish grin and spoke " Feth me?,..darling I wouldn't feth you blindfolded with God pushing".
He kicked out knocking the woman away from his bike and into the street.
" Get on home now little piggy" he laughed and roared away.
Tom pushed his way through the milling crowds, his hand tightly gripping Keira’s. He had managed to find two of her colleagues so far, but none had been inside when the hospital was closed. He clambered onto a nearby car to get a decant view. He was still 200m from the entrance, but he could see a cop nearby, talking into his walkie talkie. Tom knew a good cop when he saw one. The man was in his late 50’s, had a large belly, and thick white hair. His moustache wiggled every time he talked, as if it was a caterpillar trying to dislodge itself from his face. Tom smiled.
“Hey Scuse me officer! Excuse me!” Tom called as he barged his way through the milling crowd. He staggered out onto the relatively clear sidewalk, tripped, and fell onto the ground. A slightly plump hand extended and helped him up. Yep, definitely a good officer.
“How can I help ya son?” He said, in a jolly voice.
Tom smiled, and then presented his girlfriend to the man.
“Hi officer, I’m Tom, and this is Keira. She got off her shift a couple of hours ago, and then she saw this…” he inclined his head towards the hospital.
“Well, I can’t really help ya there son, all I gotta do is keep an eye on the crowd.”
Tom saw an opening.
“Please officer, she just wants to know where her friends are, and why they’re not aloud out. C’mon, I’m sure you can divulge that. It’s hardly a secret, is it?”
The Cop seemed to make a decision.
“Yeah ok, ya seem like a good pair o’ kids. Now, don’t tell ‘em I said this, but if ya go round back, that’s where the police are evacuating people. That’s what I got told anyways.”
Tom smiled, his faith in humanity restored.
“Thanks officer, you’re a star.”
Also, I think we should have a new rule implemented, silver willing: we wait till everyone has made atleast one post before we move on to the next day, unless the people don't post within a decent amount of time, in which case they can either post back in time, or if we're all stuck together, someone just RP their character for them a bit.
Dave dash vaulted over the low wall, sliding along the smooth marble of the office building.
Symbol of excess and greed. He htought to himself. The enitre plaza before the building was disgusting.
A stupid piece of so called "Art" was displayed in the center, in reality, a hunk of twisted metal. He ran, and jumped to grasp the ledge of a higher wall. He pulle dhimself up, and started moving again.
He ran, and came across the Veteran's Tribute Bridge. He grabbed the one of the struts that held it up. He wrapped his fingers tightly around it, and began to climb up.
At twenty feet he pulled himself over the railing. People walking alongside gasped in surprise.
He cauth his breathe, then began running again. He headed towarsd the hospital. His shift volunteering at the free clinic was starting.
A large crowd was in his way. Dave climbed a lamp post, and leapt to grab onto a fire escape, inching along to get past the crowd. People looked up at him like he was crazy. He dropped down
when he saw the barricade.
An dofficer stopped him when he tried to get past him.
"Sorry sonny. Ain't no one aloud past." he said.
"But I work here!" he protested.
"Lot's of people do. Sorry kid."
Dave turned around, a curse on his lips. That was when he saw a young couple moving towards the abck. Presumably an entrance.
He smiled.
Dave slinked after them, using the environment to his advantage.
(I'm trying to join up with ghosty if that's aloud.)
Ah, good! Finally some people are meeting! It would seem that Shadow won't do much, atleast until Silver desides to zomb spam me, I send Shadow out to town (probably will... depends on my lazyness levels at the time) or I wait until some of you come runnin' to hide at mah luxury house... that will inevitably get burned down or something..
Happy to see you guys are enjoying Tombstones exploits as much as I am.
And you are correct Darkvoid...Tombstone is one sick SOB and will definatly need "watching".
I have a bit of "Fill in the blank" to do,concerning Tombstones meeting befor jumping on to "Day 2"
However I have a few errends to run IRL,so I should have them posted up tonight.
Having a ball so far and really enjoying everyones post.
Will continue with Tombstones meeting later tonight when I return home.
For DAY ONE, the following people have not posted:
Player: Karon
Name: "Jewman" (Not meant to be racist, I'm Jewish and that's what all my buds call me)
Player: FM Ninja 048
Name: Jennifer
Player: c34r34lk1ll3r
Name: Aleksander
Player: Scarper
Name: Scarp, seeing as we seem to be going the nickname route
Player: Great Unclean One (he said he wanted to play so I will allow him to make a character and play, even though he has missed the "official" deadline)
Also, I think we should have a new rule implemented, silver willing: we wait till everyone has made atleast one post before we move on to the next day, unless the people don't post within a decent amount of time, in which case they can either post back in time, or if we're all stuck together, someone just RP their character for them a bit.
I will move on the RP when I feel it needs to.
@ GES - you can meet up with whoever you like, whenever you like. I'm not going to be strict on anything like that so long as the meeting is well RP'd and it makes sense
[OOC: If you think that Shadow is going to be sitting in luxury Darkvoid, you are sadly mistaken
I am pretty sure that Fitzz's character is going to be pretty intense and need a lot of RP to get right and my intention is that everyone gets the opportunity to advance their character as much as they need to before moving on. I would rather encourage everyone to be as in-depth as possible with their characters than to cut people off before they can do what they want with them.
To that end, if anyone feels that I am moving things on too quickly, just post or PM me and I will slow it down (I don't imagine it being too much of a problem as I will be moving fairly slowly - other than from the day zero -> day one change).]
Nah, I foresee the zombs getting to 'im tomorrow (in RP) or the day after. Shotgun!
We should finish up this whole hospitol stuff, get those who haven't to post so that we can continue the story.
Lawlz, don't make me rush you guys. Take all the time you want when writing your IC posts. But do write them
I'm a bit bitter at the minute, got a warning off one of the mods for "spam". :(
I'm gonna go chill out for a bit. The last post in said topic was even me admitting that I was taking the thread off-topic (although there were about 10 other people, plus me and those other people were posting on topic as well).I said "back on topic" more times in that thread than I care to remember.
Lol, I guess that sounded a bit RAEG. Anyway, back on-topic ().
Good thing the mods don't give two about this board
"harrassing" is a bit of a strong word, unless you happened to forget to insert your laughing smilie.
Anyway, the reason I want y'all to post 'em is so that I can read them. Seems like a good enough reason to me. Although I can appreciate that some people live in countries with different timezones etc, and that RL calls.
Chill guys, do you remember what we said was a failure about the last one? It went to fast, and everyone is urging this one on to go faster and faster.
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Day 1
Patrick awoke, slowly opening his dead, gray eyes. He lied there, thinking about the fellow who's life ended yesterday. It may have just been a mistake, but this guy interfered with business, and Jewman doesn't really care much about his insignificant disease ridden, drug addled body.
He got out of bed, Briana still sleeping. He went into the kitchen and started the coffee, dropping himself on the couch and turning the T.V. on.
"The feth?" Patrick spoke as he heard that the National Guard had been deployed.
Why the hell would the national guard be deployed...at the hospital? Now Patrick was only a medical intern, but he damn well knew that when the National Guard was deployed at a hospital, it was because of some sort of plague. The city was the absolute worst place to be in the event of the plague of some sort. Putting that together, would it be possible of some sort of rabies-related plague? Causing people to lower their intelligence to the bare minimum and only relying on instincts.
"Crazy" Patrick said
Briana walked out and grabbed a two cups of coffee for them, and came over and handed me one.
"So what's happening? I heard there were murders going on...that doesn't have anything to do with you...does it?" Briana asked
"No, the man who's life ended yesterday by my hands isn't related to to this. This is some sort of plague, as the National Guard are now stationed at the hospital." Patrick said
"When should we leave?" Briana queried
"Not today, but we HAVE to stay in today" Patrick said
"We pack today, and get everything ready to leave tommorow morning, promptly." Patrick said, getting up and putting on a shirt.
"Everything?" Briana asked
"Yeah, even our armies." Patrick said "I'll be back in a half an hour to help, I have business to take care of"
Patrick stormed out of the door with his Taurus and jacket and got into his car. He drove out to the hospital.
He saw the Guard and the quarantined hospital. Very strange.
Patrick got out of the car and took and sneaked behind the hsopital. He had interned at the hospital at one point, and knew the code to get in via a side door.
Immediately he saw the hazmat suit's. Everyone was wearing one.
He took one hanging from the wall next to him and put it on. Everyone was too busy to realize he wasn't actually a doctor right now.
Patrick took a silencer out of his jacket pocket, specially made for his Taurus.
He kept his hand on the gun and entered a quarantined room. The man was deathly ill, only one woman was in there examining him.
Patrick put a round through the side of her head and grabbed a needle from the tray. The man was sleeping it looked like, so he propped his arm and took a full vial of blood out of him.
Patrick walked out of the room and exited the hospital, taking off the suit. Patrick pocketed the silencer.
Jewman walked over to his car and entered. He started it and drove back to his apartment. Traffic was surprisingly light, everyone was too spooked to leave their homes. No surprise I suppose, many works gave everyone a day off today, and all classes had been canceled as well. Patrick shed a tear for the girl.
He pulled in to the lot and got out of the car. He entered the apartment building and noticed the fat blob of a human being wasn't at the desk. Too scared to come to work, haha.
He unlocked the door to his apartment and saw Briana packing away her Sisters of Battle and High Elves in their respective cases.
"What did you do out there, anyways?" Briana asked
"Got a sample of the blood of the infected" Patrick said "If we ever encounter some way to test this, we'll have it."
"Please tell me you didn't have to do anything drastic to get that" Briana asked, with a fake frown on her face
"Just a girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, unfortunately" Patrick said
"Too bad" Briana said
Patrick started packing the essentials, food, his warhammer armies and books, things such as this, as well as their pet cat Smokey. They finished at around 8 in the afternoon, everything either in a suitcase or packed away in a garbage bag. They went to bed that night not knowing what tomorrow would bring.
Karon wrote:Chill guys, do you remember what we said was a failure about the last one? It went to fast, and everyone is urging this one on to go faster and faster.
Don't worry, I'm not going to move this one on until everyone is ready.
The National Guard is a sort of military force that watches over the United States. Say in natural disasters and such, or outbreaks of disease, riots, and things like that.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:Stop harrasing us, just because we're taking our time with our posts, we've still got 5 hours before day two starts
At least. As I have said, I am contemplating moving it back 24 hours to give everyone time to post. There are a few people who seem to want to do a lot of RP in each day (which I fully support, as a day is a long time to RP over, so they should get enough time to fill it ).
OOC: Aleksander's shop is located out of the main city in one of the smaller outline suburban towns. He lives a couple miles out of town out in the woods on a dirt road.
Aleksander wakes up around 8:30 AM. He turns on the TV and goes to make a cup of coffee. As he listens to the Reports currently being broadcast he begins making himself some toast and picks up the phone.
"Hey Johnnie, It's Aleks -- Yeah man no problem --- Yeah I was just calling to tell you we aren't working today ---- Yeah I figured you weren't coming in with what is going on out there. Can you do me a favor --- Could you call Rob and Tomas to tell them we aren't working on anything today? -- Thanks ma-- Alright take care of yourself." He then goes to put the trailer on the back of his truck as he thinks, "I'm right this time, I'm not crazy this is actually happening this time."
Aleks heads to his auto-repair shop and takes a quick inventory noting what he may end up taking back home. He then heads back over to Home Depot and walks in amazed at how empty it is in here. He grabs a couple more sheets of ply wood, some rebar and a couple more 2x4s. When he gets outside he puts all the material on the trailer and heads back over to the auto repair shop. While there he grabs every tire he has on the racks in the bed of the truck. He grabs 2 of the torches and 1 vice and heads to one of the local gun stores.
"Hey man how's it going?"
"Good over all, all these people panicking over these killings and disappearances are making my sales go up."
"Yeah I would guess so. I'm looking to get a shotgun, 12 gauge, going duck hunting this weekend."
"Sounds good to me."
[OOC:]For the next 10 minutes the gun store owner hands Aleks shotguns to see what he wanted. Aleks eventually choses http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winchester_Model_1897. The gun was manufactured until 1957 so it's not as if he bought an antique.
"Thanks for helping me pick one, had a bit of a time trying to figure out what I wanted. I would also like to get a couple of boxes of .357 rounds 2 boxes of 00 buck, and 2 boxes of #2 birdshot."
"What are you doing preparing for the end of the world?"
"I'm just running low on ammo right now."
"Alright, well, here you go."
"Thanks."
Aleks heads out to his truck and throws everything in the cab and heads back to the house. Once home he unloads the back of the truck and the trailer. He grabs the weapons and ammo from his vehicle and brings them up the ladder to upstairs. He goes back down to set up the tires, plywood, rebar and 2x4s into a fortification around the main road.
[OOC:] The Fortifications will be walls from the plywood with stacks of tires as the supports between two pieces of plywood, the 2x4s go inside the stacks of tires. The rebar is being heated with the torches to be bent with the vice so that it can be used as spikes that would tangle anyone up who were to walk through the fortifications.
Aleks heads back inside and sets to work creating a few traps. Specifically one to the front door so that if opened a 1/2" dowrod will go through someone's chest. He then goes downstairs to check his supplies and begins to fill buckets with water and anything else that can be filled with water, full of water. At around 1800 he calls his wife.
"Hey honey. I'm not going to be able to make it out there today. Tell the children I love then and I should be down there in a couple of days. --- You've been watching the news then h--- I'm being careful. I want make sure we are safe just in ---- How are things over there? Any weird news? ---- Alright well if things get weird my suggestions is to head over to the lakes, I don't think you can get murdered by someone if you're on a boat in the middle of a 60 foot deep lake. -- Alright well I love yo--- Alright I'll call you in a bit. Tell the kids I'll be on the way within the next couple of days. ---- Alright bye."
Guy's, I'd like to post again tomorrow morning, before we advance to day 2, if that's cool with everyone.
Also, c34, is Aleks just a unique spelling of Alex you came up with? Also, make sure you have some sort of radio (not a musical device, one you can talk and hear people on). I foresee us both being barracaded in and contacting each other or something fun like that . Then it will be -cue helicopter-.
I'm sure we'll do fiiiiiiiiiiiine.. that said Silver's gonna make it tough balls for me now
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Guy's, I'd like to post again tomorrow morning, before we advance to day 2, if that's cool with everyone.
Also, c34, is Aleks just a unique spelling of Alex you came up with? Also, make sure you have some sort of radio (not a musical device, one you can talk and hear people on). I foresee us both being barracaded in and contacting each other or something fun like that . Then it will be -cue helicopter-.
I'm sure we'll do fiiiiiiiiiiiine.. that said Silver's gonna make it tough balls for me now
Aleksander is the spelling in russia. I just like their spelling better. It's pronounced the say way it would just be spelled differently so I make sure to do that. And yes, Aleks has a CB Radio.
Also, is the way I do phone conversations fine? I wanted it to appear as though you are watching the conversation and can't hear what the other person is saying.
Indeed. I like it very much. It adds much realism, and it's only important to hear both sides of conversation if there is important details or information in it.
Slightly preemptive measures there cereal. I know your character is a bit paranoid, but would you mind RP'ing why it is your character reacts so... violently? to the mild civil unrest?
I don't mind you bunkering, but (and here it may just be seeing different things in the "unwritten setting"), I'm not sure the situation is bad enough to cause someone to react like that
As I said, I'm happy for you to do it, but perhaps a bit more RP on your reasons for it?
[OOC:] Yeah I was tyring to make it seem like he had done this a few times already with the way I had him acting but I can add some more stuff just give me a bit of time so I can think up some more stuff.
Name: Bonzo
Age: 40
Appearance: Balding, middle age, beer belly,
Abilities: Clown, damn good at drinking and has been in his share of scraps and brawls, especially with angry parents....
Equipment: Clown outfit, baseball bat, broken bottle,
Background: Works as a clown, has been slowly sinking into chronic depression, combination of living in squalor, being addicted to alcohol and being divorced and having next to no money left. He has taken to sitting in his apartment, drinking himself into a stupor and has not been booked for a fortnight, has considered suicide but realised quickly that he was too chicken even for that. He also has wild personality swings and can become extraordinarily happy one time but depressed at other times, he's confused, lonely, not the happiest clown that's existed.
DAY 0
Bonzo spent the day doing what he normally did. He woke up, he drank, he watched TV, he passed out, he woke up, rinse, repeat. This he thought, is what his life had come to.
He picked up yet another bottle of whatever he could find; he’d still got the makeup on, even though he hadn’t had a show in a fortnight. He’d been running low on cash ever since that damn woman had run out on him, she’s taken all the cash, the car, everything. For all he knew she was living in Vegas now, she’d told him she was a business woman, he soon found out where she had really worked, somewhere downtown and not in the kind of business she had told him....
All in all, his lot in life was pretty rotten, it’d made him resentful, he took another swig and sagged into the mouldy armchair, looking at the space where his TV used to be. He glanced at his old broken fridge and noticed he had only a couple of bottles left, only enough for a day or two of his chosen lifestyle.
So there he sat, until the end of the day, drinking until he passed out. Life of a king he thought, if only he was king of this crappy little apartment and ruled over the masses of empty beer bottles in the corner. One day, one day I’ll do something, and that day will be the day I die.....
DAY 1
Bonzo woke again, someone tapping on his window, he shouted ‘FRAK OFF!’ before realising that it was his landlady. She forced her way in, past the mountain of bottles and began to scream at him, asking for rent or something. He went through this every week, he had learnt to ignore this, she was an old friend.... of sorts and wouldn’t have the heart to kick him out, she damn well made it her duty to make his life that little bit worse though.
He sat again, in his own little kingdom, not bothering to move, just sitting there, staring into space and drinking into oblivion. He had never been much of a man for philosophy but he chuckled to himself as he realised what he had become, a cliché of a clown, he was that sad clown, sitting here in his pants and vest, yellowing makeup and mouldy furniture. Maybe though, he was a little worse than the sad clown, he was a messed up clown, a damn messed up clown for sure.
He realised he would have to do something eventually, he promised himself that he would go out tomorrow, to the shop, pick up a paper and some more booze with the little cash he had left and soon after passed out again. Oblivious to the world around him, happy in his own little way in his own little head and merry as only a clown can be.
Jennifer woke up early, the sun was shining through her window. She got up and went down to the dining room, her breakfast was already on the table and she ate it quietly. As she finished one of her Gaurds came in to the room,
Ma'am theres something wrong, they've quarintened the hospital and the national gaurd is being called in" he burst out
"who told you this" she snaped back, any sense of happyness dropping from her face
"commissioner gordon, ma'am, he didn't look very happy about it" he replyed
If the hospital was being shut down they had to move everything back here, the warehouse was only two blocks from the hospital.
"fine, bring the guns back here and get the smack Back into the Container" she had to act quick the national gaurd would form checkpoints all over the city slowing down her operation dramatically. The warehouse held enough weapons to arm a sizeable militia and enough ammo to take over a small country. They were to be distributed to various criminal orginisations throughout the state but she would have to hold off on their distribution for a couple of days, luckally if it did hit the fan her estate would have enough weapons to hold out for a long time.
"they'll be fine If we bring the containers around to storage at the back then we can wait it out, it should blow over in a couple of days" she thought quietly to herself
she picked up her phone and called one of her teams in the city "derrick, take some men out to the park, the hatians are meeting some russians their, kill the russians. "
Her plan was five years in the making, ever since the russians had killed her father in a deal gone wrong. It was only a matter of time before Adrick decided to give up on this city and move his family out, then she would strike. He would have to watch as she killed his family in front of him, blood for blood, the only way her buisness stayed afloat was by being the most ruthless one in the city and if the russians ever found out she was the leader, not just the messenger, she would be dead faster than you could blink. The Russians would never be ground into the dirt by a woman and never by someone under the age of 50.
She ran last months finances through her computer, the program checked for any anomalies so she could root out those who were stealing from her. the search came up blank so she printed out a copy and entered it into her archive, she would have to buy another filing cabniet soon. That would be her fith and over all the 28th that they had filled, her father had build himself quite the empire and she was determined to best him. running the finaces took all morning and by the time she had finished the containers were in the storage lot at the back of the gardens.
Jennifers afternoon was talken up by a walk in the park. Though on the way back she specificly asked the driver to get as close to the hospital as he could.They couldn't actually see the cordons for the crowd of onlookers but she new they were there, They would have to get some eyes on the hospital to keep watch any change in the situation at this time could be drasticly plan altering. she returned home just in time for the evening news, it was just a repeat of what she had been hearing all day, there was an outbreak of disease at the hospital and the Gaurd had been called in to contain it, it sounded like a coverstory but she couldn't be sure as she had seen minivans full of hazmat teams heading towards the hospital on her way home.
"pull the shield across tonight, there's something not right here" she said to the night gaurds before retiring for bed. the sheild was a six inch thick honeycomb steel gate that fitted behind the standard ornimental gate, designed to stop other underworld buisnesses from attacking the estate it was ample protection against any threat the city could throw against her.
[OOC: don't worry she may live in a cleverly disguised frotress but she will be leaving it to get out the city...maby also we all now officaly live in gotham city ]
Tombstone drove his bike up Lexington Blvd. He was still laughing a bit to himself over his " casual dismisal" of the wretched street walker back at the motel.
" Stupid little B****,she should be happy I was in a hurry" he smiled to himself " Maybe she'll still be around when I get back" Tombstone thought " Then we can party...we can party real good".
Tombstone reved the bikes engine, pulling along side of a car.
The pasenger rolled her window down,just a crack and spoke in a high paniky voice that instantly grated on Tombstones nerves.
" Sir" she bleeted " Are you from around here...my husband is sick...really sick" she paused looking towards the pasenger seat.
Tombstone followed her gaze to a young man who was slumped over wretching into a plastic pail, He shook his head.
"I tried taking him over to Mercy Hospital" the woman continued " But some man...some soilder said I had to leave...something about..."
"Not from around here lady" Tombstone said in a uncharateristicly soft voice,behind them a police cruiser had stopped.
"Ask the cop for help" Tombstone said as the light turned green " That's his job..not mine."
He sped off looking into his rearview,the woman had lept fom her car and was gesturing franticly at the police car.
" Fething sheep" Tombstone thought as he roared past the park and on to Rampart street.
Pasing the Park he noticed quite a few "protester" along with a good amount of media "Always lots of cameras for a good freak show" he thought.
he also noted several military transport hummers,about 20 or so National Guardsmen milling about looking bored and not doing much more than occasionaly yelling at a protester.
"Our tax dollars in action" Tombstone laughed as he watched two of the guardsmen get into a shoving match with a very verbal protester,he felt a sudden urge to haul out his pistol and shoot all three of them...but decided against it as he had much more important concerns at the moment.
He sped off,shaking his head.
Several miles,in the "seedier" part of town he pulled into the parking lot of "Slip-N-Slide", a local strip club that several poloticians had attempted to shut down,but that the Satans money and muscle had kept up and running,though no one knew the Satans had a "behind the scenes" hand in the clubs opperations.
Tombstone parked in the front of the club and walked through the front entrance,pausing to greet Strawberry,a huge bouncer who occasionaly muled dope for the Satans.
"How's tha world treeting you Stone" The big man said shaking hands with the biker.
Tombstone smiled,a cold merciless smile " Every day above ground is a good one Berry" he replied to the bouncer.
Strawberry nodded,he certainly agreed with the statement,he also knew that Tombstone had cuased a great many people to have "very bad days".
" You got a pretty lady in the back waiting on you" He said to Tombstone.
The biker smiled and nodded,he shook hands with the huge bouncer again,grinning in an evil way,and walked into the club.
Strawberry watched the man as he walked away and shuddered..."Crazy mother fether" he thought as he reposistioned his bulk on his seat.
Inside Tombstone was greeted by thunderous music,some ridiculous hip hop gak,he loathed hip hop..." Bullgak music for wanna be killers" he thought as he eyed a young woman dancing on stage.
He felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned quickly,normally no one would have gotten this close to him with out him knowing it...but he had been "distracted".
Sabianne,the woman he had come to meet,stood before him smiling broadly.
Tombstone stared at her,she wore a tight black mini dress cut low in the front and high on the legs and a pair of black leather high heeled boots.
Tombstone grinned,he had remembered how breath taking she was...but seeing her,he smiled wider.
" How have you been,badman?" she asked in her soft purring voice.
" Much better now." he said with an apreciative smile,stepping closer to her.
" It's been along time badman" she said wrapping her arms around his waist and pushing against him.
" Way too long" he said pulling her closer and placing a pasionate kiss on her soft lips.
After a moment she reluctently pushed him back, "Tsk Tsk" she smiled " Business first honey" she said.
The two walked through the sparse crowd to a table near the back of the club.
They ordered drinks from an atractive young woman wearing only a thong and a smile,and got down to business.
" King D has one more problem here in town he want's you to handle" she said,her eyes sparkled with a disturbing light " And he wants it handled ASAP".
Tombstone smiled,King D was the president of the Satans Servents and Tombstone was always more than willing to handle these sorts of "problems" for him.
" I'm all ears,pretty lady". Tombstone said leaning closer to her and sipping his drink.
Sabianne disclosed King Ds "problem" to Tombstone,when she had finished Tombstone looked at her evenly and spoke " This will be a bit harder than dealing with the hippy was...but you can let King D know...I'll handle it."
They sipped drinks for a while,Tombstone eyeing her the whole while...finally he spoke " Well beutiful" he said " I guess we've covered the "business" part...how aout we get to the plesure".
Saibianne smilled " I thought you'd never ask " kissing him deeply "Let's get out of here"..
The two exited the club,Tombstone stopping briefly to speak with Strawberry again,who stared with a bit of jelousy at the amazing looking woman who was literaly wraped around the biker.
Sabianne climbed onto the back of Tombstones bike,improving the view dramaticly for a moment.
As he was about to board the bike himself,Tombstone saw a familiar face,Ronny...Ronny the rat as he was known.
A year earlier,Ronny had testefied in court against a fellow club member,costing the Satan a 10 year sentance.
Ronny staggered,obviously drunk towards the dirty alleyway behind the club.
" I'll be right back sexy." Tombstone said quietly, and quickly followed "The Rat" into the alley.
As he turned the corner,Tombstone notted Ronny the rat with his back turned,taking a leak against a dumpster.
Tombstone slowly withdrew his switchblade and snaped the it open,he was on Ronny in seconds.
" Greetings from the Satans Servents" Tombstone laughed,and slit Ronnys throat in one swift motion.
The man gurgled and fell to the ground,blood gushing from the gapping wound.
Tombstone watched smilling as the man convulsed and died,he then hauled Ronny up and tossed his body into the dumpster "Right where you belong,my snitching little friend." He said to the corpse as he tumbled it into the metal bin.
He walked quickly back to his motorcycle and climbed on.
" Where did you run off to" Sabianne said not a little bit pissed " I'm not one to just be left all alone."
"Had to get rid of some trash". Tombstone laughed and started the engine,they raced away from the club.
20 minutes later they where in Sabiannes appartment,a beutiful townhouse much more to Tombstones likeing.
They intertwined,kissing with an animal fury,Tombstones hand moving up her thigh,he tore the dress from her in one fluid motion revealing that she was bare underneath.
He smiled and picked her up,locked in a kiss he carried her into the bedroom.
Several miles away...within the filthy insides of a cold metal dumpster, Ronny the Rat opened his eyes.
This is the Channel 27 news, live and direct from The City Hospital. Over to you, Trent.
[Camera cuts to a man standing in front of a number of police and army trucks and some soldiers and police. A large hospital building can be seen in the distance]
Thanks Clive. I'm standing here at the edge of the quarantined area surrounding City Hospital with a recent development: The national guard/police cordon around the main hospital has been pushed out several blocks following a number of violent attacks on both civilians and security forces amongst those waiting outside.
Unfortunately our cameras were not on the scene at the time but eye-witness accounts suggest that several people just suddenly began attacking those around them. The police with support of the National Guard had to use lethal force to subdue the attackers and the injured and the attackers were taken inside the quarantine zone for treatment.
As always, we will keep you informed with any further developments.
[Camera cuts back to the studio]
Thanks Trent. Now, we have a panel of experts here to discuss the recent events...
[OOC:] This is going to be a flashback for Aleks. This happened while he was starting the fortifications on DAY ZERO.
He blew out the candles on the cake, he was 10 today, but there was little time to celebrate. His father needed him to help him fortify the house. The commies could push the button at any time and end it all. His father was sure of it, his mother was sure of it and he was sure of it. The fact that the rat commie bastards were falling would be more than enough motivation for the envious to push the button. He still remembers what his father said, "It's easier to burn your neighbor's yard than to make your own better than his." This was the mentality that all of the communists had. He hated them and he hated himself. His name was a constant mockery. When his family escaped East Germany 3 years ago he was forced to keep the name given to him in a Soviet hospital.
His father called for him. He was downstairs in the basement. It wasn't as much a basement anymore as it was a bunker. They had everything they needed down there, food, water and clothing to last at minimum a year.
[OOC:] That's all I've got for the moment. Hope you don't mind a flash back.
Halon was walking towards the hospital. These protesters had caused the city buses to stop running. He kept his uniform on with a tshirt underneath to switch to just in case these protesters were the anti-government type. He had a duffle bag with him containing his heavy nagant, ammo, clothing for a week. The base was under heavy alert at the moment and were planning to have all hands on base in case anything further happened, overriding his leave.
"Don't worry, there are city buses. They have a great transit system, you don't need a car." Halon muttered to himself mockingly.
He hadn't thought that the transit system wouldn't be in operation while he was there. So here he was, lugging around 80lbs of stuff more than 12 miles away from his apartment. They wouldn't even send someone out to get him.
He was glad about the fact that at least he could walk around "Hell's Bend", that place probably had a murder a day on a good day. Halon couldn't imagine what it would be like now. He saw some humvees drive by and he tried to wave them down hoping to catch a ride, but they continued past him.
Halon groaned and kept walking. At least the hospital was somewhat in view now. He had been walking through some kind of industrial/residential area and was glad to see that no one was out and about, no crazies, no one to say "hello" to, no one to complain to or to slow him down. He just wanted this walk to be done with.
He began to whistle the Col. Bogey March tune.
"At least this will help pass the time." he thought.
@ Great Unclean One - DAY TWO will probably start this evening at about 2200 BST (currently 0900 BST). I think that should give people enough time to wrap up their DAY ONE posts.
@ Cereal - flash backs are fine so long as they are clearly labeled as such, with the day you are flashing back to stated
OOC: So I think you're 4 hours ahead of us? Sorry, I am horrible at time zones, right now I got 4:03 am. Holy crap I need to go to sleep, I have work at 10 o clock am today!
OOC: Hey guys, I know I said I wanted to post something, but I don't have the time ATM. I've figured out a way to "bypass" it that'll do later. So, you don't need to worry about me slowing down the RP - go to Day 2 if you want, Silver. Looks like everyone's posted anyway.
They had watched the news report. "Maybe the virus that's going around kind of makes them go cray or something" said Derek. "Zombies" joked Alphonsine. "Zombies aren't real" replied N. "Nah uh!" replied Alphonsine. "You heard this from your dad right?" asked Akira. She nodded. "Well he is some super secret agent guy" replied Alphonsine. "But he just runs that paranoid web site claiming that the world will end. He did it back for the year 2000 remember" said Derek. "Yeh, but he fixed that" said Alphonsine. "What about that one time he marathoned the Terminator movies then came back with a sheet of paper and a pale expression before dragging us to the bomb shelter he has in his backyard" said Akira. "The Mecha solved that one, they were super stealthy. His information stopped them" she replied looking over at Akira. The bomb shelter and the web site were the reason that her parents were divorced. Alphonsine's mother had put up with it for many years, but blowing roughly $350,000 for a secret rainy day account he had set up was the final straw.
"That's an idea" said N suddenly. "What is?" they replied. "With all the riots breaking out all over the place what better place to wait it out then at a parano.. I meant Alphonsine's dad's place" he continued. "That's right, he'll know what to do once the Zombies come and it will be like bam and explosions and stuff" as she said this she used her hands as puppets to demonstrate. "But we should bring the Xbox" said Derek. N agreed, listening to her dad's conspiracy theories would not pass the time well. "And we can use Akira to help out too" replied Alphonsine. "How?" asked Derek, N tried to stop him. "Simple, after the zombies are around we will probably find some military convoy thing. Everyone knows that they had some Mecha made just for the end of the world and they would be transporting them to special bases and stuff. The instructions would still be in Japanese because if they were English anyone could grab them and then use them for evil" she explained. Akira sighed.
"So what are our transport options?" asked N. "We can take my mum's minivan. This one time it ran over a huge Moose and didn't even slow down" explained Derek. N sighed, it was their only option as he relied on walking everywhere and if it was too far it wasn't too far from whatever public transportation was available. Simply he saw it as a waste of money. "Fine we'll take the minivan" replied N. "Alright, but I'll have to call my mum first" replied Derek.
An hour later they got into the van and were ready to leave. The minivan pulled out of the driveway and drove off towards Alphonsine's dad's place. It was late in the day and would likely be night time by the time they arrived. N knew this would not be the best time to show up at some paranoid weirdo's house, but it would be better than dieing in the minivan.
Tom ducked down behind a car as a national guard wandered past. He silently held his breath, and waited to be caught. Moments dragged by, and the guard turned, and wandered towards the protest. Tom and Keira sprinted stealthily along to another car, where they ducked down and caught their breath. The adrenaline was pumping through him. He smiled wolfishly at his girlfriend, who smiled faintly back. They set off again, keeping behind dumpsters, vans and even when the incident permitted, behind a dustbin. At one of these intervals, Tom risked a quick glance over the bin, and saw a couple of Ambulances nearby.
“We must be getting close, let’s go have a look. But be careful, if they spot us, we’re gonna get in so much trouble. “
She nodded, and they set off round the back. There was about seven ambulances parked here, and a good few Army vehicles. Most notably, he spotted what looked worryingly like a tank parked in the corner. However, it wasn’t the vehicles that caught his attention. No, it was the swarm of people, he presumed government scientists, in BioHazzard suits. There was a good few national guard patrolling the area as well, also geared up in the white suits.
“So, looks like they’re taking this seriously…”
He couldn’t make out what they were doing from this distance, so he risked moving closer. He was about 2 metres from the National Guard. Keira looked over the top of their cover. She let out a stifled gasp. The Guards nearby span around, and looked for the source. They lifted their guns uncertainly, and advanced.
“gak, ok well, let’s give up. They’ve won.”
Tom stood up slowly with his hands on his head, and Keira stood up a fraction of a second later. The guards trained their guns on them, but, after a second’s decision, lowered them, and advanced on the two.
“Keep your eyes on us, move!” One practically growled.
Tom, despite the trouble he was in, just had to ask.
“Why on you?! Why not on that obviously underhand activities over there?”
The other rammed the butt of his rifle into Tom’s stomach, and, winded, he saw spots flickering in his vision. Keira grabbed him, and held his weight as they were escorted from the premises.
“Well that went well. Didn’t see any of your friends by any chance?”
Keira stared at him with her sparkling eyes. “I….I couldn’t tell.”
Tom stopped. Something about what she had just said, well it oozed malice.
“Why not? Were they in the Biohazzard suits?”
“No, I think….i think they were in the body bags….”
Tom stopped still. “Body bags? What Body bags?!”
“The scientists, they were carrying out piles of black body bags. I’m scared.” She uttered, before bursting into tears.
He attempted to comfort her, whilst simultaneously massaging his stomach. They wandered back through the crowd towards his house.
“Listen, I’ll put on a cuppa, you need to relax. Stay at mine tonight. No arguing. I’ll even change the sheets.”
Just as the guardsmen were about to reach the perimeter with Tom and Kiera, an officer ran over to them waving his arms and shouting. "What the hell do you think you are doing?! Anyone inside the perimeter, stays in the perimeter!"
The guardsmen looked at one another. This was so far outside their normal worlds that they just didn't know what to do. One, a bank teller in day to day life, turned back to the officer "I'm sorry sir, we just thought that we should get them out of the way - they don't look infected."
"You THOUGHT they didn't look infected?" Raged the officer "We don't pay you to THINK, we pay you to FOLLOW ORDERS." A vein throbbed on his temple.
The guardsmen fidgeted under his fury.
"Take them to the holding block in the warehouse and let the doctors check them out to find out if they actually are infected or not, then get back to your posts and don't be so damn stupid in the future!"
The guardsmen turned Tom and Keira around and marched them back inside the quarantined zone to a large warehouse surrounded by a wire fence and a guarded by a handfull of guardsmen.
"Sorry guys" said the bank-teller-soldier, "looks like you might be here for a while."
[OOC:I was hoping someone was going to try to get into the hospital
This is the first RANDOM ENCOUNTER of the game.
I've left what happens next up to you - you can try and do anything but I will PM you some options.]
Tom keeps his eye open for a chance to escape, but thoughts about his captors having fully automatic weapons and his and Keira's safety keep him from trying anything stupid.
They are marched through the guard post and into the warehouse. Inside is organised chaos as several large wire cages have been set up, each containing a group of people. In total there look to be about 100 people being "detained". There are a number of screened off cages from which strange moaning, banging and rattling sounds can be heard. Two cages contained stretches upon which the wounded were being treated.
Tom and Keira were escorted to a desk where they gave their details to both a guardsman and a police officer and their personal belongings were taken from them, before they were put into separate cages. Tom sat with about 15 other men and wondered how it could be that he thought he would just be able to walk into a quarantined hospital and get away with it. He just hoped that he didn't get withdrawal before they let him go.
After about half an hour he was called out of the cage and taken over to an assessment area where he was striped naked and searched and had several blood and other tests carried out. He was returned to his cage and forced to wait. None of the others in the cage with him knew what was happening any more than he did. They had all been caught either in the protests or were just bystanders in the hospital when the infection broke out.
As time went on, several other men were taken for assessment and brought back, but one of them didn't return. Tom didn't see him being put into any of the other cages either.
After a couple of hours Tom was called out of the cage again and escorted to a different area. He was sat in front of a desk where his personal affects were returned to him.
"Ok son, you appear not to be infected, but you have broken the law by being inside a restricted zone. Normally we would retain you until you could be fully processed, but we are a bit stretched at the moment. We have entered a formal charge against you with the police and military and you will be hearing from us when this is all over. At the moment you are free to go."
Tom asked about his girlfriend. The man behind the desk sighed and asked her details. He entered them into his computer and consulted the data. "She was released about half an hour ago, though I can't tell you where she went from here."
Tom sighed and allowed himself to be escorted out of the building and back out to the perimeter.
Dave snuck alongside the concrete block, listening to the sounds from just beyond him.
He risked a glance up.
He saw men in blue HAZMAT suits that had "CDC", written on the chests and backs, manueveering body bags.
People in green HAZMAT suits, RDFS written on the front and back, herded hospital personnel to a large armored truck.
He saw a body bag get dropped, a stone ripping it open. The two men who'd been handling it backed away, screaming for guards.
He saw the corpse tumble out. Saw it get up.
Two guards turned on it, opened fire.
Their guns sounded like dull coughs with the silencers screwed on. Their bullets tore into the chest and stomach of the creature. It advanced.
The thing latched onto a stunned blue HAZMAT personel, and bit down on his neck,. A soldier shoot him in the head.
"Get him into Decon and then head him to Observation." a man in blue yelled.
Two soldiers grabbed him and herded him off inside the building, despite his protests.
Dave turned, shocked, and ran. He heard someone yell after him to stop. He poured on the speed.
He felt something tear into his left leg, and fell, a cry on his lips.
He turned and saw a soldier approach. He brought the butt of his M4 donw, and dave blacked out.
Johnny "Bucket" Duncan wheeled his loaded shopping cart through the early morning streets,he spoke softly to himself as he did, "Damn Guard" he cursed "Run me outta my home".
The "Home" he reffered to was a large cardboard box located near the Hospital,it had been his "Home " for almost a year now.
"Bucket" Duncan had,at one point in his life been Sargent John Duncan,108 Infrantry,he had been wounded in Vietnam during the fall of Saigon and rottated back to the States.
Much of what happened next was a blur to him,treatment and counciling in various V.A. Hospitals,Social Workers,...Cheating wives.
He had retreated to the streets,pennyless,making his way from day to day.
Now,he couldn't even get any peace curled up in a box,Damn Guard had drug him out...told him the area was "restricted" and sent him packing.
"Well" he thought to himself " I know another place....I'll get me a bit of sleep,then clear out of this place for good"
"Bucket" had an uneasy feeling growing inside him,he had seen alot of Gak back in the Nam,and he knew that something really bad was going down here in this town..." Best to get moving soon." he wispered to himself.
Several minutes later,he pushed his cart into a filthy alleyway,he glanced with some pang of regret at the pictures of various beutiful young girls that advertised the building next to the alley..." I had me some women" he thought angrily " Had me some fine women".
From a dumpster near the back of the alley came a pounding banging noise,Bucket froze,his eyes narrowed, "What in the Feth" he said to himself,slowly approaching the big trash bin.
All his insticts were screaming at him to run,he sensed that this alley was a bad place to be...he continued moving forward,peering into the slime covered insides of the dumpster.
A blood splatered hand darted from the stinking gloom within the trash bin,Johnny Duncan let out a yelp " Hey! lemme go!", the blood covered face of a young man loomed into view,a huge gash crossed his throat.
" God have mercy." Buckets said " You hurt buddy? Lemme go get some help!"
The "man" inside pulled Johnny " Bucket" Duncan forward, mouth opening in a vicious snarl.
" Hey man! you better let me go!" Buckets yelled " I don't wanna have to..."
His protest was cut short as drooling jaws latched onto his throat ripping it out in an exploiding fountian of blood.
Across town,in the darkness of Sabiannes Luxury town house,Tombstone lay staring at the ceiling,he had snapped awake moments before...not knowing why.
His small cell phone vibrated,quickly he snatched it from the bedside table,glancing over to ensure Sabianne was asleep,she lay there next to him in the king sized bed,breathing lightly.
" Yes." Tombstone spoke answering the call.
he listened for a minute or two,then spoke again " I understand...it won't be a problem.",he hung up and set the phone back on the night stand.
" Things just get better and better" he thought to himself laying back against the soft pillows.
He stared into the darkness,thoughts drifting..."Busy day coming." he mused..a little grin parting his lips.
Tom wandered back through the streets to his house, pondering on what he had seen. He couldn’t discern why people were being put in cages. It seemed awfully cloak and dagger. He kicked a loose can down the street, and watched it bounce into a gutter. Without realising it, Tom had ended up in the town’s red light district. Even this early in the evening, the women had come out onto the streets, looking for a ‘job’.
“Huh. Time to run the gauntlet I s’pose.”
He began to make his way down the road, and every few minutes a girl would wander up and try and sell her self to him. In honesty, he wanted some company, so he’d humour them for a bit, before telling them he wasn’t interested. He was on the third of these conversations when he noticed a burly man on a motorbike leave one of the seedy clubs. Tom had watched with apparent interest. He’d always enjoyed observing people go about their everyday life. This time something wasn’t right. The man had watched some poor bastard stagger into an alleyway. He’d followed behind. Soon the Biker had re-emerged, but the drunk hadn’t. Tom waited ‘till the guy had passed on his bike, with some slutty women wrapped around him, before he went to investigate.
“Hello?”
His voice echoed down the dark, foreboding alleyway. He walked down it, nervous of what he’d find. Discarded Bins and refuse littered the ground, and insane and erratic graffiti plastered the damp walls. It really stank. He could smell crap, urine, the smell of rotting garbage, and….something else. He recognised it instantly. Being a surgeon had made him get used to the metallic scent.
Blood.
He realised half the graffiti on the wall was soaked in a spray of blood, and a large deposit was mixing in with the water of a nearby puddle… It seemed like an omen- The pure(?) puddle was contaminated, and eventually polluted by the blood. But who’s? Tom peered into the darkest corners, but… no, there was no sign of a body. Quickly glancing around, he decided he’d stayed too long, and wandered back out. He saw a large man guarding the entrance to a club nearby. He jogged over to the man.
“Hey, scuse me, no, don’t look at me like that, I’m not gonna try and bribe my way in. I was just gonna enquire, if there’s any way out of that alley back there?”
Strawberry looked at this guy. Most people didn’t make eye contact, but this guy fixed onto his, and talked cheerily. He grunted in reply “Nah mate, now, if ya not coming in… Push off.”
Tom walked back down the road. Maybe… no, no there wasn’t any way to explain it. He sighed, and turned off into his street, heading for his apartment.
He unlocked the door, and walked into what could only be described, as an alien scene for him.
Keira was dishing up Pizza to his friends, and oddly, both the Old Cop, whose name turned out to be Simon, and Pete the Postman. The mood was certainly odd. Everyone was co-operating, being nice to each other, smiling, joking. Keira, who normally disapproved of his friends, was being more than civil; she was being nice to them. It felt odd.
“Hey Keira”
She looked up, smiled and ran over to embrace him. After a long kiss, they separated.
“I was so worried! I cam back here, I just didn’t know what to do, so I bought some pizzas, and talked to your friends. They actually don’t seem that bad. I must be in shock!”
Tom laughed, past worries instantly forgotten. He sat down at the table with his friends, and ate a delicious meal, tasting all the sweeter from the love he felt for his small intertwined friend group. It felt as if this was gonna be the last time they were going to see each other again, so he relished the moments all the more. They ate chatted and drank well into the night. Pete went home first, soon followed by Simon. Paul grunted and wandered off too his room. Will and Jonny soon departed too their own bedrooms soon after. Tom and Keira chatted well into the night, before they finally turned in; sleeping in the clothes they’d worn all day, not bothering to get changed…
DAY ONE This is a continuation startinga t around 23:30:
Aleksander had finished his last bit of fortification and preparations for what he thought was the end. He loads the #2 birdshot into the shotgun and then gets on his radio.
"This is red wolf, anyone receiving?"
He continued this going through every channel he could find, hoping someone would hear him.
[OOC:] I hope it is obvious I am inviting interaction with me. If another character has a CB radio send me a PM and we'll work out some RP.
The sun rises on DAY TWO. It filters through drifting smoke from the smouldering ruins where one of the two smaller hospitals used to be. During the late hours of DAY ONE and the early hours of DAY TWO, a large scale demonstration clashed with the recently departed who had been stored on stretches in the corridors – the hospital morgue already full to overflowing after a single day of the virus.
Before the National Guard could respond, dozens of people were infected and fled the carnage and a large number of zombies pursued them into the darkness. It was the gun battle that followed which set the hospital on fire: A ricocheting bullet struck the oxygen line to the operating theatre and the sparks caused the oxygen to ignite, the rest of the structure quickly followed and many patients and staff were trapped inside.
Before the sun rose, over 300 people had died in the hospital tragedy; either directly to zombie attacks, in the blaze, or caught in the cross fire. News of the event spread almost as quickly as the fire and soon thousands of people thronged the streets, shouting and throwing stones at the National Guard. In an attempt to restore order, the local army base was emptied of soldiers and equipment and the men and material were used to set up checkpoints all over the city to reinforce the struggling National Guard and police force and return order to the streets. Government buildings were reinforced and protected as well.
Deaths are not limited to attacks by zombies; all too frequently people are being killed by their fellow man. In these troubled times people shoot first and ask questions later. Gangs seize upon the opportunity to wipe each other out and expand their territory in the general chaos.
A state of emergency currently exists in The City.
The towns where the infection first took hold now resemble some kind of horrific battlefield with corpses strewn through the streets and the walking dead busy feasting on their remains. The scattered survivors hide and hope to escape their fate. Those who attempted to take the fight to the undead lie dead themselves, or now number among the ranks of zombies who now sweep the countryside of all life.
Throughout the state, the National Guard has been mobilised and the regular military have been placed on alert. All leave for the police and other emergency services has been cancelled as the violence spreads. Several other towns and cities have suffered similar outbreaks of violence and murder and their hospitals are quickly overwhelmed.
On a national level, aid packages are prepared and hospitals and emergency services are put onto a pandemic alert. The armed forces are brought to alert.
The exact nature of the threat is not known (expect perhaps at the highest levels) and there is wild world-wide speculation as to what is happening.
Globally, the infection continues to spread and gain momentum and while not quite at the level of the American infection, it is gaining a significant foot hold.
Anyone who watches the news will be aware of most of the general knowledge stuff from the above.
Anyone who is in a gang will be aware of the increased gang activity.
Anyone in the armed forces will be aware of the increased alert status and possibly the deployment of forces to the area.
Anyone with street sense will know that the streets are getting more and more dangerous by the hour, and that anyone they meet may react violently to them.
Anyone in densely populated areas of the city will be aware that some people are bunkering up.
Local Information Full scale riots in some areas.
Protests/mobs in many areas.
Major incidents of looting.
Dramatically increased gang violence.
Main hospital closed with National Guard and army present.
Most large businesses closed. Small independent retailers may remain open.
National news stations running almost non-stop broadcasts about the troubles in the city.
Outlying towns almost wiped out.
National Information There is a national news alert regards the violence and “plague”.
The story is featuring as almost the only news item nationally.
The government has put all of its arms on high alert.
Zombies are active in towns all over the state and a few have made it into other cities throughout America.
World Information: The world has no global alert status at this time, although several countries are preparing responses to a global pandemic/terrorist movement/whatever it is they think is happening.
Most international news channels are running stories on the troubles through America.
Zombies establishing a good foothold in several countries and have spread to a number of others.
Infection Status City – 5,000 infected, 900 zombies
Local – 20,000 infected, 5,000 zombies
National – 40,000 infected, 8,000 zombies
Global – 60,000 infected, 12,000 zombies
Player: Karon
Name: "Jewman" (Not meant to be racist, I'm Jewish and that's what all my buds call me)
Age: 23
Appearance: Height 6'11", 247lbs, short slicked back hair, unshaved face, Pentagram Tattoo on the back of the neck, well built
Abilities: Medical Intern, knowledge of ballistics, 5 years of Tai-Chi
Equipment: Tek-9, Taurus PT92, Butterfly Knife, Two stainless Steel combat-made Drizzt Do'urden Replica Swords (they are so awesome), piece o' gak ford Jeep, first aid kit(not the gakky ones you get from walgreens)
Background: Drug Dealer, accomplished Martial Artist, grew up in the "hood" in chicago
Player: ghosty
Name: Tom Knight
Age: 23
Appearance: 6ft 2, Medium build, pale skin, sunken eye sockets, short cropped Mohican.
Abilities: Used to be a promising surgeon, until he became addicted to the morphine he was dishing out.
Equipment: Jeans, Vest top, 6 syringes of morphine, Scalpols, Spade (win!)
Background: Tom used to be a promising surgeon, after aceing medical school, and sailing through internship, he was apparently going to do great things. However, he became addicted to morphine, and was chucked out of the hospital. He ended up Living in a scummy apartment with three other druggies, trying to get high off of anything. Tom has a girlfriend, a nurse at the hospital, who has been trying to get him off his addiction for several months.
Player: Darkvoidof40k
Name: "Shadow"
Age: 26
Appearance: Short, dark spiked up hair. 6 foot one. Old war Scar across right cheek.
Abilities: Highly skilled marksman and pretty good in a fist fight (or otherwise, for that matter).
Equipment: Pump-action shotgun, semi-automatic machine gun, hunting knife
Background: Ex-military commando background, in it with "Spook" - a friend of Shadow's since childhood. On leave from his duties.
Player: halonachos
Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
Age: 20
Appearance: 6' 0", 207lbs, Short neatly combed hair, has muscle mass, but doesn't look like hulk hogan or anything like that.
Abilities: Marksmanship training, basic EMT training, some further medical training.
Equipment: M9 pistol, Mosin Nagant rifle, basic med kit (the kind you do get at walgreens). Air Force uniform pants and a plain white t-shirt with the phrase "Practice Safe Lunch, Use a Condiment." on the front. Also wears aviator sunglasses.
Background: Halon graduated from college and decided to join the air force to get into med school for free. He was able to bypass boot camp, but still had to meet airforce requirements on his own. Has no girlfriend and no pets with him as he lives out of state. Has a brother and a friend also in the air force. Brother is also out of state and in candidate school while friend is stationed in Qatar. Loves older WW2 firearms and planned on collecting them once he retired from the air force and joined a private practice as a trauma surgeon.
Player: FM Ninja 048
Name: Jennifer
Age: 24
Appearance: tall, slender, black hair
Abilities: athlete, can handle a gun, good at fighting
Equipment: Japanese Kantana, AR-15, Five Seven, Jack Daniels, Zippo
Background: Budding crime lord, Naomies Fathers contact in this town.
Player: c34r34lk1ll3r
Name: Aleksander
Age: 34
Appearance: 6'6", muscled build, 250 lbs, moderately long hair, blonde hair, green eyes
Abilities: Moderate occult knowledge, Minor Gunsmithing knowledge, hunting, wilderness survival
Equipment: 1997 Ford F-150, 2 Knives, Basic survival kit, 357 magnum, 12 .357 rounds, basic car repair gear
Background: Currently an automechanic. Ever since Aleksander was a child his parents have informed him that big brother is out to get him. He is extremely paranoid and never leaves the house without a minor survival kit. Aleksander lives a couple miles out of town and owns a mechanic shop near his house. If something goes haywire he is more than willing to bunker down in his home until the dust settles. Aleksander has a wife and 2 children: Rachael, Donovan, and Aaron; respectively.
Player: Scarper
Name: Scarp, seeing as we seem to be going the nickname route
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'1", average build. Dark brown short hair and stubbly beard.
Abilities: Emergency medicine and rock climbing. Little knowledge of weapons, but fit and able to get around well
Equipment: Limited medical equipment (think basic first aid, splints and bandages, few bags of fluid with delivery system, defib - enough to fill a rucksack). Rope, carabiners and rock shoes. Few tins of food, two bottles of water, insulin pump (!) with several weeks of prescription meds. Hockey stick.
Background: Med student, recently attached to local A and E, but new to the area. Member of local mountain rescue team back home. Diabetic.
Player: Lord-Loss
Name: Lord.
Age: 18
Appearance: 6"1, shaved head, some muscle.
Abilities: Basic weapon training, some medical training. Speciality is close combat, uses a mixturte of close combat martial arts.
Equipment: A pistol, I know nothing about guns so I'm going to say a "45." pistol, a baseball bat anda small hatchet.
Background: Lived in this unnamed town his whole life, he seeks adventur so he joined the army but he's home for the summer.
Player: Golden Eyed Scout
Name: David 'Dave" Mondello
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Skills: Basic first aid, classical wrestling training, decent marksmen, some parkour training, can come up with plans and ideas on the fly.
Equipment: Lighter, pocket knife, water bottle, skeleton hilt four inch knife, and KA-BAR.
Backstory: Dave moved from his small town in Pennsylvania with his family to The City a year ago. Though he formally wrestled and was on the rifle team, he has yet to engage in any team sports
at his new school. He still keeps his skills fresh by practicing at his home. He discovered parkour three months ago, and has slowly but surely gained some skill in the activity.
Dave is slightly paranoid, and often expects the worst, never leaving home without a weapon, even for school.
Physical Appearance: White, slight stubble, tired/bored looking eyes, dark brown hair, hazel eyes.
Player: Fitzz
Name: Tombstone
Age: 28
Appearance: Tall 6'7",pale skin,muscular,long dark hair,large scar on cheek,tattoos.
Abilities: Highly proficent with weapons of all kinds/above average fighter/moves quick and quiet.
Equipment: large switch blade knife,2 Baretta 9mm pistols (kept in duel shoulder holsters) plus 4 spare magazines & silencers,Harley chopper.
Background: Tombstone is the Satans Servents "hit man",when the "Satans" have a problem,tombstone is the man who settles it ,cold and ruthless, this man has no mercy.
Player: N0t_u
Name: N
Age: 20
Appearance: Average height, thin, blonde hair, huge red coat (for added protection)
Abilities: N was an extremely resourceful IT student before the outbreak occured. His teachers would say he was basically a lazy child prodigy earlier on in life, simply he was extremely smart, but only if the subject interested him. At the age of 10 he started practicing Battojustu, simply because it seemed interesting enough. At other times he has even converted pens into LED flashlights simply for the hell of it. Another hobby is Archery and given a choice he prefers a quiet bow over guns.
Equipment: Katana, Pen LED Flashlight, some first aid equipment, Bow, 50 Arrows.
Player: Great Unclean One
Name: Bonzo
Age: 40
Appearance: Balding, middle age, beer belly,
Abilities: Clown, damn good at drinking and has been in his share of scraps and brawls, especially with angry parents....
Equipment: Clown outfit, baseball bat, broken bottle,
Background: Works as a clown, has been slowly sinking into chronic depression, combination of living in squalor, being addicted to alcohol and being divorced and having next to no money left. He has taken to sitting in his apartment, drinking himself into a stupor and has not been booked for a fortnight, has considered suicide but realised quickly that he was too chicken even for that. He also has wild personality swings and can become extraordinarily happy one time but depressed at other times, he's confused, lonely, not the happiest clown that's existed.
Player: Drk_Oblitr8r
Name: Kevin "K"
Age: 17
Appearance: Sort of shortish, baggy black jeans, long sleeved black and green shirt, hair is dyed blue around his right ear, but fades into green towards the top and back of his head and maintains the green in the rest of his hair but has alittle regrowth of black hair at the roots and is roughly medium long, missing his left arm from the shoulder down.
Abilities: Is a brilliant tactician, is small enough to fit into some small gaps that others might not fit in, but cannot do anything that requires both hands
Equipment: Cola drink, Hamburger, a large box of random flavoured chocolates and a king chess piece which he wears as a necklace
Background: K was conisdered by many as a child prodigy in terms of chess. It was wildly speculated that he had never lost a game, and won his first game at the age of 2. By the time he was 16, he had won over 9000 Chess Tournaments. His parents, seeing the amount of money they could make out of him, didn't try to have any others, so they could focus on him. This, combined with the amount of attention he gained stopped him from being able to relate to anyone, which caused him to be rather shy, choosing to speak in as little words as possible.
CURRENT ACTIVE PLAYERS = 13
CURRENT INFECTED PLAYERS = 0
THIS IS ALSO A WARNING TO SCARPER - YOU HAVE NOT RP'D FOR EITHER DAY ZERO OR DAY ONE (AS FAR AS I CAN SEE, FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME), IF YOU DO NOT RP DURING DAY TWO AT LEAST (FILLING IN DAY ZERO AND DAY ONE WOULD ALSO BE COOL) YOU WILL BE MOD KILLED IN AN ENTERTAINING WAY - A PM HAS BEEN SENT
Dave woke up in the hospital. He legs was bound up tight, the bullet removed. An IV was attached to his elbow. Dave yanked it out.
He looked around. The room was small, with only the IV stand and his bed in it. There was a window, but curtains on the other side had been pulled closed.
He heard people on the other side. Dave took the IV stand in his hands, listening intently as the voices grew closer. he could make out the tone, but not the words.
It sounded like a heated debate. They passed by his window, Dave heard clearly.
"The subject has seen too much. He must be eliminated to ensure the secrecy of the mission." A female voice siad.
"It's too late. Protester's are already converging here, we need to us him as a PR stunt." a male voice replied.
"MAAM!" a voice yelled.
"What?" She replied.
"The subjects have begun ressurecting and breaking out of containment. Troops are engaging in suppression activities, but they are being drwan away from the dealing with the protesters. What do we do?"
"Damn you." She whispered. "We'll pull alittle PR stunt. Issue oreders to ahve the troops refrain from opening fire if there are oxygen tanks."
He heard two sets of footsteps walk away, but one come closer. He tightened his hands on the pole.
The door opened, and a woman in a gas mask stepped in.
Dave swung it like it was a hammer. The top of the pole crashed in and hit her square in the temple.
She fell to the side. Dave brought it down on her face.
A sickening crack echoed from her borken nose and shattered skull.
Dave stood over her, horrified at what he'd done. He regained his composure.
He stripped her of her clothes, put the suit and gas mask on.
He was thankfull they were close in height.
His hands closed around the M4, and Dave moved out. He could here shouts and shots as the soldiers engaged the "subjects".
He ran as fast as he dared, looking for a way out or a place to hide.
Dave turned a left, and walked a few steps down a hallway. He stopped in front of a window to catch his breathe. A noise distracted him
"Oh... oh... oh.. glarg..." Dave turned, adn saw an even more disturbing sight then the dead woman. A man limped toward him.
He lacked half a right arm, his stomach was torn open and his intestines were hanging out.
Dave aimed and squeezed the trigger. A dry click. He pulled again. Another click. He pulled it a thrid time. A click again.
The man was ten feet away now. Dave looked at the sides, saw the safety, and flicked it all the way off.
He pulled the trigger, and a flurry of bullets flew from the muzzle.
The man stumbled, but did not fall.
Dave corrected his aim, shooting him in the head with a nother burst of automatic fire.
The man fell, but one of his stray rounds stuck something on the wall.
An oxygen tank.
"Oh fu" Dave managed to get out before an explosion rippled through the hallway. Dave was flung backwards, through the window.
It broke underneath his impact, and Dave was flung twevle feet out from the window. He dropped seven as he landed on the roof overhanging the ER entrance.
"Ow....." Dave breathed. The exploson hadn't hurt him, the fall had. Dave winced as he stood up. The webbing and ammo pouches had bruised him when he hit the roof.
Dave stripped off the HAZMAT suit, but kept the body armor on. He climbed down from the roof and limped away into an alley.
He was thirty feet when secondary explosions ripped through the hospital. Dave quickened his pace, not wanting to get seen in the early morning hours.
He saw a homless man with an overly big trench coat on.
"Hey... hey man. How much for the coat?" He asked.
"Wha?" the bum replied.
'How much for the coat?" dave repeated.
'Ey! Feth you man! Ya know how cold it is-" He stopped as dave pointed the muzzle right underneath his chin.
"I can buy it off you, or take it from your bullet ridden corpse. Your choice." Dave stated.
"How much ya got?" The bum asked.
Dave handed him eighty bucks. The bum tossed the coat to him.
'Take this." Dave gave him the HAZMAT suit.
With the trench coat covering his armor and stolen weapon, Dave made his way home. He snuck in, glad his parents were haevy sleepers. His brother... not so much.
"Hey arsehole. How was the party?" He asked sarcastically.
'Don't even pull this stunt man. I helped you out so many times it's not even funny. i even have pictures and video of you walking in drunk."
His brothers face went pale.
"I'll see you at breakfast." He said through clenached teeth.
Dave went into his room, and hid the weapon and ammo.
Patrick awoke at 9 in the morning to scratching at the door, as well as a faint moaning.
He jumped from bed, nothing but boxers on, and took his handgun out of his safe.
He cocked it and walked over to the door. He unlocked it and backed away.
The doorknob twisted and in front of the door was the fat, bloated lady at the counter. Except half of her stomach was missing. She was very pale.
Patrick threw two rounds straight to its head, one impacted on the cranium and another on the chin, blowing its cranium off of its body. Blood, brain, and bone flew all over the walls adjacent of the monster.
It continued walking forward for about 3 seconds, and then collapsed.
Briana was standing at the doorway to their bedroom, holding a bedsheet over her to cover here naked body.
"Time to go, sweetheart" Patrick said, a smile on his face. He walked into the bedroom and was engulfed by Briana's arms, she wrapped around him with her naked body, crying.
"Listen, we are in the midst of a zombie apocalypse, I have no time for your emotional bs" Patrick whispered
"I've told you how cold I am before, so don't cry to me when you see what I do every single day" Patrick said
He loved Briana, but she would be of no use. Patrick's mindset has completely changed during the moment when those bullets entered the zombies body. He no longer held any shred of compassion he once held on to.
Patrick put his arms around Briana, and kissed her. She let go and went to get dressed, as did Patrick.
He went to the safe and took his silencer out of it. He screwed it on. He felt that he wouldn't remember it as much with it on.
She walked out of the bedroom and was greeted by a projectile that impacted on her forehead and blew half of her skull away.
He gathered his backpack up and a suitcase. The suitcase carrying his Beastmen army. He put on his jacket, and pocketed his Tek-9 into the large pocket on the inside. He reloaded his handgun and pocketed his butterfly knife.
He strapped his Drizz't Do'urden Swords onto his back, crossed.
He threw a lot of dry catfood in a suitcase pocket, and threw smokey into his backpack, carrying a first-aid kit and the infected blood, including several bottles of water and canned food.
He drew his Silenced Taurus and stepped into the hallway, seeing nobody, he went down the stairs. Nobody in the lobby. He stepped into the parking lot.
He saw a fellow struggling to get the keys into his car, as a cadaver shambled towards him, probably 10 feet away. He sent a round through the horror's head, and one bullet to each back wheel.
The man got in the car eventually, and backed up waaaaay too quickly. He ended up swerving into the wall of the apartment building, the whole back portion of his car was obliterated, while he had his neck skewered on a piece of glass, choking to death on his own blood.
"Should have put his seatbelt on" Patrick thought, he laughed.
He got into his car, taking Smokey, his cat, out of the backpack and on to the seat next to him. He started the car and drove into the streets. Luckily, he was on the outskirts of the city, and wasn't in the midst of the protesters or near the hospital.
Patrick stopped, not really knowing which way to go.
Tombstone had dozed briefly after receiving his early morning phone call,he opened his eyes and gazed at the ceiling deep in thought.
The call had been from Strawberry,he was not entirely happy with the bits of information the big bouncer had passed on to him, Strawberry seemed to belive some junkie had taken an interest in Tombstone,though Strawberry had made no mention concerning Tombstones handy work concerning "Ronny the Rat",he did mention the junkie eyeballing Tombstone as he and Sabianne left the club,he also mentioned the junkie asking some bizzare questions concerning the alley.
"No problem" Tombstone thought to himself,he glanced towards the bathroom door,the sounds of the shower coming from the other side of the door.
" I may just have to ...question this little junkie" he smiled " Tom..." Berry wasn't sure,but he had thought that was the junkies name,Tombstone shrugged,he would find the information he needed...he always did.
Tombstone reflected on the second bit of news Strawberry had passed on to him...
The bathroom door opened and Sabianne stepped out,a small bath towel wraped around her.
" Hi there badman" she said with a smile,drops of water ran down her beautiful face.
" Hello your self sexy" Tombstone said with a grin that didn't touch his eyes.
She let the towel drop from her perfect body " You look lonely Honey" she said in her seductive purr,steping forward and placing one perfectly manicured foot lightly on the edge of the bed,she ran her hand teaseingly up one of her long legs " Mind if I join you?" she smiled,her dark eyes sparkleing with mischief.
" Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Tombstone asked, a small furrow appearing in his brow " ...It is such a shame."
Sabianne tilted her head slightly,her smile faultering, "What's a shame badman?" she asked,still running her long nails over her leg.
" This" Tombstone wispered,he drew his silenced 9mm from under the bed covers,sighted and fired.
" St.." was all that Sabianne had time to utter,the bullet took her right above her left eye,her lovely left eye,her mangled brains exited the back of her destroyed skull and splatered across the still slick bathroom floor.
Her body,her fantastic body,crumpled like a rag doll onto the bedroom floor.
Tombstone rose from the bed,he felt honestly sorry for having to kill her,he shook his head and kneeled besides her.
The second bit of information Strawberry had passed on to him was that Sabianne was playing both sides of the fence,tombstone sighed,she had sat in the club with him last night and relayed to him who King D wanted "handled",yet at the same time,she had been passing on information to the target concerning the Satans bid to gain more power here in the city.
" Silly Silly girl" Tombstone wispered stroking her stomach lightly,What had been her motivation? money he supposed,would she have just sided with whoever had been "faster on the draw" or had she ment to completely sell out the Satans?...and him?
He was honestly confused,a feeling he was unfamilar with...he paused thinking,was "Ronny the Rats" appearence at the club last night a mere coincidence...or had he been there for deliberate reasons...reasons concerning Sabiannes betrail of the Satans?
Anger boiled up in him,he quickly pulled on his leather pants and enginer boots,he paused "I wonder if theres anything about "the Rat "on the news?" he thought to himself,if some junkie was asking questions about him,the cops might be asking questions as well.
He clicked on the large screen T.V.
He watched as a pasty faced reporter bleeted into the camera,it seemed the city had gone a little crazy during the night,a Hospital was in flames,riots had broken out sporadicly,and the National Guard and local pigs where every where...lots of people had been killed or injured...
Tombstone took all this in and thought to himself " Looks like the gak is starting to fly"he mused " With all this going on...the cops aint going to have time to worry about connecting me to that dead snitch" he laughed "..or to any other bodies that turn up either." He glanced a Sabianne,another twinge of remorse pierced him...he returned his atention to the news broadcast.... "Still" he thought " All the cops and Weekend warriors out there arn't going to make things any easier on me" He nodded to himself " I'ma have to stay real low"
He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a drink,"Whiskey" he smiled "Breakfast of champions." he downed the contents of the glass with a single gulp and poured another,he set out a few lines of "refreshment" saw to them and shuddered.
In the bedroom he quickly finished dressing,strapping on his holsters and slipping into his "colors",he had decided to head over to Strawberrys place,in an attempt to find out a bit more information on this junkie,as well as laying out some plans for handleing his "other business"
He walked back to where Sabianne lay on the floor and knelt again,he kissed her softly on her lips and stroked her cheek,..." I'm sorry" he said
A moment later he exited her townhouse,duffel bag in hand,in the distance he heard sirens, "It's a beautiful morning." He hummed to himself,climbing onto his bike...he shook his head.." Well...maybe not."..
He kicked the big bike to life and tore off in the direction of Strawberrys home.
Well,looks like we both decided to shoot our "ladies",though for very different reasons.
@ Everyone
One of you are Tombstones "target",concidering everything that is going on in the city,he may or may not decided to go through with his "Mission",I'm playing it by ear...but I thought I'd give everyone a "heads up" so to speak.
OOC: Just doing my part to add a little "twist and turn" into the story,and Karon,I'd love to tell you not to worry,but I can't as you may well be the "target"...then again you may NOT be. Keep in mind no one knows Tombstone is around (maybe) or even who the target is ( I don't even know ATM/IRL),so it's a "plot device" for now. Not to mention,who knows what sort off hell will be breaking loose in the next few post,Tombstone may find himself way to busy dealing with the walking dead to even worry about something as trivial as a "hit"...of course he is a bit looney... so who knows
I'm OK with a bit of PvP, however, try to make it fair and give some good reasoned RP behind it please*
As it is now a weekday, I will just let you know that I will not be following this quite so much during the day, although I will be reading it when I can. This is just to let you know.
*Tombstone now has a good back story for any potential PvP against Tom for example.
"Holy feth!" Halon shouted as he saw explosions and gunfire at the hospital. He knew exactly what he should do, he began running towards an alley away from the road that he was on. Anybody running away from the hospital or guards going towards the hospital would either trample or run him over.
Halon ran until he reached a small alcove in the alley that would somewhat conceal him from anybody on the road and pulled his phone out, already dialing Andre.
"Don't have time to talk, where are you?" Andre began.
"I'm in an alley about two or so blocks from the hospital where the gak has just hit the fan. What's going on there?" Halon asked while fidgeting with the bags he was carrying.
"The base is on full alert, listen man, I think that they plan to bomb the city to hell if this continues on. In fact I..." there was a lot of yelling and noise coming from the phone as if someone was yanking it away. Then Halon could hear his XO.
"Listen Stanwick, you're AWOL, got that, AWOL. As in court marshall as in dishonorable discharge IF, and that's a big if you get through this mess. Hear me Stanwick, you're DEAD, D-E-A-D, DEAD! The gates are closed and there's no way of getting in now. You wasted your sweet arse time getting here, probably screwing around you worthless sack of gak." Halon's XO yelled while Halon held the phone away from his ears to preserve their function.
The phone clicked shut and Halon felt himself die a little on the inside. While his XO may get ticked off a lot, he never threatened death to anyone.
It was the end of the world apparantly and Halon began to regret some of his life, he was too much of a "goody-two-shoes" always doing what was right most of the time. Halon walked down the alley, contemplating his life, future and past. He reached the end and saw a parked car. Halon closed his eyes and lifted up his chin, sighing as he did.
"I'm going to do it," he thought, "I'm going to steal that car and then I'm going to drive around. See what I can do, but more importantly, I'm going to steal that car."
Halon walked up to the black SUV with tinted windows and pulled out his nagant. He raised the butt and smashed at the window, the metal plate on the end of the butt clanging as it bounced off the window. The window was scratched and a tad bit dented, but not shattered. He then cracked at it again with the same result.
He was puzzled, the window should've shattered so Halon pulled out his M9 and planned to test a theory. He pointed the barrel at the window with an angle just in case his theory proved correct and fired.
The bullet glanced off the window and shot off into a neighboring yard.
Halon's shoulders sunk down in disappointment, the first car he ever wanted to break into and it was bulletproof.
"Who in the hell has a car with bulletproof windows in this city? Huh, why?" Halon shouted hysterically, kicking the tires of the SUV.
"I would." a churlish voice responded from the side. "and I want you to step away from it now, solja boy.".
Halon turned and saw the responder, a white midget. He almost burst out laughing except this white midget with a deep voice also had a gun.
"Listen I don't want any trouble." Halon said, raising his arms up in surrender.
"Yeah, you jus want my car!" the midget responded, edging a little bit closer, "And now I want something of yours to pay back for what you did to my precious vee-hicle."
"Okay, okay, what do you want?" a midget joke popping into Halon's head.
"Everything you got on you." the midget threatened with his gun.
Halon reached down towards his bags and prepared to grab them while angling his M9 just right.
"Hurry up, or else I'll pop ya one." the midget was pushing it.
"Just right." Halon thought as he pulled the trigger, the round punctured the midget's chest. Blood, flech and bits of bone sprayed out the midget's back in a plume.
Halon walked over to the midget and began digging through his pockets,
"Okay bite-sized, where are your keys..." He thought as he felt something in the pocket.
"Wait, that's not a keyring." He thought as he quickly removed this hand and searched another pocket, finally retrieving a key ring with a keychain reading "I don't go down, I go up." on it. Halon pressed the electronic lock and the doors unlocked allowing access to the driver's seat. Halon threw in his bags, got in and closed the door.
He gripped the steering wheel, savoring the moment and buckled up. That's when more people with guns showed up. Halon saw them in the rearview and slammed on the gas, hurtling the car away while bullets spanked off of the car. He turned down a road leading through "Hell's Bend" and straight out of the city.
"Hell's Bend may not be the nicest part of the city, but at least I now have protection." Halon glanced down at the speedometer, "And a full tank of gas to boot. This guy was planning to leave soon."
OOC: They're actuall just about everywhere in small numbers I believe, but mainly centered around the main hospital in the city, close to my character and two blocks from your hideout. I also thing that GES has his character close to the hospital as well (after punching a woman in the face I might add). I mean I don't know who's the baddest fether here, Tombstone is just crazy, "Jewman" killed his girl and protected his warhammer and cat, while Dave is punching girls in the face and breaking their skulls.
I think that Dave and Tombstone have a rivalry going on here.
I'm personally trying to create some sense of where things are. The hospital is two blocks from you while the "seedy" part of town mentioned in Fitzz's first post is along a road directly connecting my character's aparmtment to the hospital. While going around the seedy part takes my character close to an area similar to where you are ninja.
They had finally arrived at Alphonsine's dad's house and recieved the usual greeting, a shotgun pointing out the door shaking wildly. N wasn't sure that he was the safest person to be around, but from what the news on the radio had said, a bomb shelter was very useful.
It was less of a bomb shelter and more of a house, that is to say Alphonsine's dad had knocked the house down and replaced it with a bomb shelter. It had one enterance made up of a couple thick metal doors, no windows, its own generator and lots of cameras on the outside and inside. The bomb shelter/house would be able to survive a nuclear bomb. Yet paranoid as he is, he had built an extra hidden bomb shelter underneath it. It only had one way in and out, and that was hidden within the house.
Just one look at the house would be enough of an explaination as to why Alphonsine's parents were divorced.
"Anyzombies?" asked her dad. "No Troy, no zombies" replied Derek. "That'swhattheywantyoutothink" replied Troy. "Calm down dad, did you take your pills?" asked Alphonsine. "Nothegovermentputsradardishesinthemsotheycanwatchme" he replied. "How about I get you a drink then?" asked Alphonsine. "Notfromouttheretheyputmindcontrolseruminthatstuff" he replied. "Of course not" said Alphonsine. This reminded N of the trick he had to do to not lose his Xbox. He took a comb out of the glove box, it was already wrapped in tin foil. N thought it was kind of sad that it happened so often that they had this with them nearly all the time.
He took the comb and swept it back and forth slightly above the Xbox, while making some whistling noise. "Don't worry Troy, I'm making sure that there are no alien transmitters on it" said N. "Goodbecausethey'llsneakuponyou" he replied. His face turned to a shocked expression when he saw Derek. "WHERE'SYOURHELMETDON'TYOUKNOWTHATWITHOUTITDEMONSFROMANOTHRDIMENSIONWILLTRAVELINTOYOURHEADTHROUGHYOUR GLASSESANDTAKEOVERYOURBODY!!!" yelled Troy. "Damn it" thought N, Derek had forgot to put on the foil hat. Troy quickly returned with a new one. "QUICK!!" he yelled. Derek put the hat on and Troy finally let them in.
Tom and Keira were heavy sleepers. It had been joked frequently that if anyone broke in, they’d be able to steal everything short of the bed, and know one would notice until the morning. This is the reason why they heard nothing of the screams, the gunfire and the explosions that echoed through the city in the night. His friends however, they’d heard it, and had already left, moving to somewhere safer until it all blew over. So much for comradedry. Tom woke muzzily in the morning, yawning heavily, and carefully lifting Keira’s arm from his chest. He clambered out of bed and licked his teeth. They felt furry, and he knew he had some killer morning breath. Sighing, he wandered into the kitchen, where he began to brew some coffee. He yawned again, he always felt half dead in the mornings. Probably ‘cos of the withdrawal symptoms. However, he was fighting his addiction like a mad pit bull. Any time he felt the urge, he’d list the reasons why he didn’t want to take it, and the reasons against normally outweighed the reasons for. He drank a cup of coffee, and then wandered over to the front door. He was gonna go for a jog; maybe see how the riot’s going on. Who knows, he might even by a bagel for Keira!
He opened the door.
A man was standing there, his arms limp by their sides. Dirt and blood was crusted between his nails, and his fingers were crooked, and pointed out in different directions. The man’s chest heaved in the motion of constrained breathing. His face, oh it looked bad. The man’s jaw hung limply open, as if he was half yawning. It was splattered with vomit and blood, which had dried into a thick crust over his face, which made it look like a beard. His eyes. They were large, and they stared. The man moaned softly, and began to raise his arms.
Tom blinked twice. Nope, he was still there.
“Sorry mate, musta opened the wrong door.”
He shut his front door on the man’s face, turned and walked as calmly as he could over to the Coffee pot. No, there were no signs it had been tampered with. He wasn’t having a hallucination. Tom wandered back to the door, which had a dull thumping coming from behind.
“Huh.”
He then walked over to the window, and looked out of it.
Pete was lying on the front garden, splayed out on the floor, with a large amount of his innards lying across the floor. Three people were stooped over him, eating it. Tom noticed Pete was, despite it all, still alive, Looking around weekly, his tinfoil hat still attached firmly to his head. Tom felt gravely sorry for the postman. He wasn’t the wrong sort, must a bit soft in the head. But he’d always humoured him. Now, seeing him slowly stop moving, felt just terrible. He hadn’t deserved that. Gritting his teeth, Tom sprinted over to the front door. He flung it open, and was greeted with the man standing there, teeth bared.
“feth You!” He roared, punching the thing in the face, sending it sprawling backwards. Tom leapt at it, kicking, punching, and, in one case, nutting it in the face. The thing couldn’t grab, on account of its mangled hands, but it kept trying to bite him. Tom knew enough too make sure it didn’t do that. He got the man in a headlock and crashed through his apartment, with it staggering behind moaning. Keira was standing there waiting. She was holding a spade.
“Let go!” she commanded, and Tom released the creature, who staggered forwards, its own momentum pulling it towards its end. Tom watched in awe as the swung the spade. It collided with the side of the creature with a dull thud. The monster staggered sideways, lumbering into the sofa. It began to raise itself back to its feet, but, midway up, its motor functions died, and it crumpled.
Tom laughed nervously. She smiled weakly.
“You seen Pete? I’m sorry” she added when Tom nodded glumly.
Aleks woke up to the radio playing. His alarm had gone off about 20 minutes ago and there was a news report on the radio about the riots and attacks in the city. He was suddenly very glad he wasn't in the city.
Aleks stands up and looks out the window seeing his fortifactions in place but something was moving amongst them. Aleks goes to his closet and stands there for a second debating what to grab, his grandfathers sniper rifle from WWII or to grab the binoculars. After about 10 seconds he grabs the binoculars, throws them around his neck and grabs the rifle. He goes up the stairs to his unprotected window and looks out seeing a man with a piece of his rebar through his chest.
"HEY! WHO ARE YOU?"
Aleks recognizes immediately there is something wrong. The man's head snaps up and he looks at Aleks. He begins to try and walk towards the house again, pushing the rebar further through him until Aleks could see it come out the other side.
Aleks heads downstairs and grabs his phone. He dials 911 and gets no one. He tries again. Nothing.
"Great. Just great."
Aleks heads back up stairs and shoulders his "new" shotgun and grabs his revolver after loading them and heads down the ladder to see what is going on with the man.
He gets to the edge of his first line of defenses, the dow rods, and waits to see what the man does. Sweat dripping from his brow, he is nervous.
The man continues trying to get to Aleks while bearing teeth and claws.
Aleks yells, "Who are you? What are you doing on my property." The man looks him in the eyes as he struggles against the rebar, as it slowly bends.
"Stay back sir or I will be forced to defend myself and my property."
The man doesn't listen and continues to struggle. Then something clicked. This is what was described on the radio. The people that are killing others are feral. they cannot communicate and will not listen to you. He was warned on the radio that if they do get within 100 yards of you and begin coming towards you to strike first.
Aleks takes a couple of steps forward and chambers a shell into the shotgun. "Leave my Property now or I will shoot you." The man looks at him and begins to lunge at Aleks. He lines up the shot at the man's head turns his head away as to not have to look at this and pulls the trigger. The movement in his peripherals stops immediately.
Aleks goes over and pushes the body off the rebar and moves him to the side, not knowing this won't be the last one he does this with and soon there may be a pile of them. He goes to the tool shed in his back yard and grabs his shovel and begins to dig through the dirt floor of part of the shed until he reached the trapdoor. He opens it and goes down a ladder and through a tunnel leading into his basement.
[OOC:] That's all I've got for the moment. I'm thinking more traps by having alex disasmble the piano and using the piano wire around neck height between trees in the surrounding woods. The tunnel to the basement is meant to of been there for quite some time. He installed it when they moved incase him and his family needed to leave the house quickly without gaining the attention of going through a door or window.
Bonzo woke up with a blinding headache, he'd drunk waay to much yesterday and he felt it now, he could today wouldn't be good, not good at all. He gingerly got up from his chair, scratching his rear as he made his way to the fridge, he looked inside and found he'd drunk the lot last night. "Frak, now I've got to go to the damn shop...." Glancing at a protest going on down the street as he left, he made his way towards the drink shop, intent on using his last shreds of cash on some hard liquor.
As he made his way to the shop, he realized he'd gone out without any extra clothes on, all he has was a pair of dirty y-fronts, white vest, dirty makeup, his wig and red nose. "Damn...." He pondered whether to go back to his flat and get some proper clothes but decided against it, he needed some drink and needed it quick, his headache wasn't going away and this lack of alcohol wasn't helping one little bit, not a single bit....
When he entered the shop he quickly made his way over to the liquor section, searching for something with a high alcohol content for cheap. He was in the process of selecting some choice bottles of something strong when a motley assortment of punks walked into the shop. They walked into the shop and proceeded to pick up a few bottles each from the shelves, the smallest of the lot snickering as he did so.
When they had all been put onto the counter, instead of producing any cash, they merely leered at the tiller, told him to "Shove it and watch your way, the Anarchy Brothers don't look kindly on scum with money like you" As they walked out, the tiller pushed the alarm button underneath the desk, they had taken at least over £300 worth of beer between the three of them. As he did this, the trio turned around, put down their bottles and started towards the tiller.
They walked menacingly towards him, the tallest of them sporting a green mohawk began to crack his knuckles, "You know, I'm really glad you did that, I've been raring for a fight for ages..." They began laying into the tiller, kicking punching and reduced him to lying on the floor, bleeding onto the ground. "Go to hell, and tell his highness that Dervish sent you!"
Watching this, Bonzo had been cowering behind the shelves, watching this happen. That kid didn't deserve that he thought to himself, he had been at his 13th birthday, he must be only about 20 and they'd damn well killed him... He felt anger boiling inside him, he reached for the largest bottle he could find, sneaking up behind the three as they laughed and sneered at their poor victim he charged at them with an inaudible scream.
He flew into the mohawk guy, smashing the bottle over his head, the impact knocking him down in an instant, opening up cuts all over his skull. The other two stumbled back in alarm, before they had a chance to stop the clown's rampage he had thrust the broken bottle into the throat of another, twisting as it went in.
The second punk fell with a shower of blood and a gurgle as it spurted out of his throat. The last punk was now cowering behind the counter, the smallest of the three he was horrified at what he had seen this monster of a man do to his friends. Bonzo reached towards the front of the counter and picked up a cricket bat, which the tiller couldn't reach in time to stop the attack.
Ignoring the pleas of the last punk, he beat the kids head in, he must have been younger than the tiller, maybe only 16 or 17 but Bonzo didn't care, by now he was caught in a hurricane of rage and all he could see was red, anger filled up every one of his senses and he beat the kid until blood covered his dirty vest, taking out all of his pent up hate and frustration on this pathetic body. Smearing blood from his face using the back of his hand, he took a bottle from one of the shelves and took a swig, leaving the shop he stamped on the head of the punk that had called himself Dirvish, muttering "When you get to hell, tell them Bonzo sent you..."
He headed out onto the streets, he still felt in a state of perpetual rage and was looking for something to do, something to pass the time other than drinking, this felt much better. Somehow it made him feel.... alive.
OOC - If anyone wants to interact PM me and we can work something out, something along the lines of you seeing a clown rampaging through town?
For reference I Just read halonachos post about assumed positions and my character lives in a very respectable part of town on a small estate not in some "shady" area thank you very much.
and i'll start work on my next post now, finaly leaving the fortress
Halon was driving out of the city, he saw people limping around covered in grime, blood, feces, and whatever else they had managed to get into.
He drove by a house and saw people eating a guy behind his own walled in garden.
"Man, this is like Shaun of the Dead or something. Except that there's no lovable fat guy with me and I doubt the military is going to come help." Halon thought as he accidentally hit someone shambling across the road.
In all likelihood the city would be fire-bombed and he wanted out of it. He hadn't received any calls from his buddies at the base for about 2 hours now so they were either busy, or the zombies had managed to overcome the base and stop any bombing they had planned to do.
Halon quickly glanced around the interior of the SUV and noticed several bags, he puled some up using one hand and began to fumble with the zippers on the bags.
"Holy hell, those guys were some kind of gang." halon tought while letting out a whistle.
The bags contained ammo, automatic weapons, bags filled with a white powdery substance, needles, and other things.
OOC: Also, if anyone else needs a place to hunker down, consider driving 6 miles to come see Shadow
He doesn't really have much to do at the minute, but suffice to say that when I do get round to writing some IC, his luxury apartment will be a fortified.. well, fort.
I mean, you don't actually think a Commando on leave would go "home" with only two guns? Nah.
IC:
Shadow thought for a minute.. he was sure he had a stake crossbow in the basement somewhere...
Dark, im sure you could come rp, just lounging around isn't gonna attract people, is it? Im sure if suddenly we feel the urge to go on hols from zombie city, we'll come a running.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:He doesn't really have much to do at the minute, but suffice to say that when I do get round to writing some IC, his luxury apartment will be a fortified.. well, fort.
Who says no to that? Besides.. I have shotguns... and and..and stuff..
Meh.
Will get on posting when I'm in the mood, nothing worse than making a screw up of a post.. except maybe terrorism.
Shadow's phone went off just as he was reaching for the handle of the basement door. Frowning he pulled it from his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was his commanding officer.
He debated pressing "answer" or not, but decided that it would not serve any great purpose by ignoring it - they would just keep on calling until he answered.
"Hello? Shadow speaking."
"Shadow, where the hell are you?" demanded his CO.
"In the lovely house the army has provided for me just outside The City, recovering from my last tour of duty."
"Good, you're not to far away... as of now your leave is canceled. Technically it was canceled some time last night but we are placing you on immediate recall, you are to report to The City Army Base for tasking ASAP."
Shadow took the phone away from his ear for a second and cursed silently "But you know I don't fall under the usual chain of command, general recall doesn't apply to those on special duty." He knew it was a lost cause, anything that could get the CO in such a mood was going to be big. The problem was he hadn't heard of anything going down - there was the problem going on in The City, but that was something for the Guard and regular Army, not for someone like him.
"Shadow, get off the phone and off your ass and get over to the base now. Don't argue, just do. Out." The phone was slammed down.
Shadow looked around at the comfortable fortress than was his current home.
"Feth."
PM being sent with options, please do not discuss them with others and as usual, player suggestions are welcome if they are good.
[OOC: Getting bored with you sitting there being comfortable
Let this be a warning to anyone else who thinks they can ride things out ]
OOC: I had no intention of riding things out, infact, was gonna get involved with cereals character, as you all know. Meh! Like I didn't see something like this coming..
OOC: This is my home's floor plan and a picture for reference.
Bottom Floor
Top Floor
Front view.
Rear Elevation
The basement extends from the garage to about halfway through the house. I can't modify the pictures because they are not my work and I do not claim them as my own. The tunnel begins under the family room and exists about 12 yards away under the tool shed out back. The tool shed is small and has 1 work bench inside and contains most of the lawn equipment. It's about the size of a 1 car garage.
Aleks walks up the stairs from the basement and into the family room. He opens the top of his baby grand piano and begins to carefully remove the piano wire until he removes all of the pieces. About 2/3rs of the way through the process he gets hungry and realized he hadn't eaten in well over 24 hours and goes to make himself something to eat.
As he eats a his egg sandwhich he just made there is movement outback and gets up to look out the window. His heart begins to thump harder and the adrenaline begins to pump. What if this is another of those things that was out front? He carefully looks and begins to think he is being rather silly, as his heart begins to slowly beat at a normal rate. There is a deer outside eating some shrubs. As he is looking there is some movement to the right that caught his attention and the deer freezes and then runs away. What has spooked the deer, Aleks thinks and begins to work his way over so he can get a better view.
At the window to the left of the fireplace Aleks sees through the cracks of the boards and sees a little girl that is completely covered in blood. One of her eyes is not in it's socket properly and she has a huge chunk taken out of her shoulder. her blue dress is torn and covered in gore, it is impossible to tell what blood is hers and what may be another's. She looks at the window and grins, her teeth chipped and covered in blood. She continues to stare inside.
Aleks backs up quickly as his pulse begins to quicken. The blood pounded in his ears as he looks at the little girl.
"Umm, are you ok little girl? You look like you're hurt."
Her head snaps as he says this and continues to stare at him between the cracks in the boards. She begins clawing at the boards as Aleks goes upstairs. He gets on his radio again, no responses.
"I must be the last man left alive. Channel 6 went off the air 3 hours ago, channel 9 disappeared 45 minutes ago and CNN said there will not be any more live broadcasts due to the violence in the city. He was alone and the scratching dowstairs was still going on. He knew what he had to do.
Aleks without batting an eye gets onto the back balcony and pulls the trigger of his .357, shooting the little girl. He sets up a rope ladder leading down from the balcony and heads down after he grabs the piano wire he had been working on getting out of the piano earlier. He begins to set it up out back some at stomache level and quite a bit at neck level. Much of this would catch and stop those who attempt to come through, or so he hoped.
Aleks heads back upstairs to Donovan's room. He smiled, his son hated making his bed and left it in the same state as usual. If they were here, they would be arguing about it right now. He strips the bed and grabs the box spring and brings id downstairs to the utility room and sets it up as deterrent for someone attempting to come through the back door.
He walks back upstairs and goes into Aaron's room. It is nice and neat, well, as nice and neat as a 6 year old's room can be. He strips the bed and grabs the box spring bringing it down to front door and repeats the same process.
His boxspring and the boxspring from the guest room should serve well enough as light fortifications in the back yard. When he climbs back up the rope for the back yard he coils it back up and goes to sit on the balcony. He pops a CD into his stereo and grabs a beer out of the fridge. Might as well enjoy the solitude while he has it.
Aleks pulls his cellphone out of his pocket and calls his wife again.
[OOC:] current order of conversation is Wife> Donovan> Aaron. Just incase there is any confusion.
"Hey honey, how are things----- Yeah things are getting bad over here, I'm going to try and get over there when I can but many of the roads are blocked off and I can't get over th----- Well yeah, I know I said I would get out there but I don't thi-----Will you let me speak? Thank you. Listen, I don't know if I'm going to be able to get out of here but I'm currently barricaded into the house. I was planning on leaving with most of the stuff I bought so I could help you guys out. I'm going to wait this out, which should be no more than 2 or 3 days and then I'm going to head over th--- I love you too honey. Can you put Donovan on the phone for me. Thanks babe, love you."
"HEY Donovan! You having fun at your ggrandmas?----- You are? That's good. ----- Yeah pal, I really want to get over there but my truck isn't working right now and I can't walk out there.----- I'm working on it though buddy. ---- Listen, when are you guys going up to the Lake?------ Ok good, I want to be up there within the next couple of days and You guys should see me soon. Okay son? Put Aaron on, and don't forget I love you little guy. You're the man of the house right now okay?"
"Hey little guy, how are things a---- YOU DID! Wow, I can't believe you shot the BB gun. Is it cool or what? I just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna be on the way up to Grandma's or the Lake soon. You guys will see me soon okay? I love you and take care of your mom. You got that?---- Alright thanks little guy. Give Grandma a hug and kiss for me okay? Alright I gotta go little guy, keep practicing with the BB Gun okay?----- Alright little man love you too."
Aleks had to get out of there soon but didn't know if he would be able to make it through all of these people. What if he was in the quarintine zone? I mean, They already set it up he could easily be inside it and not be able to get out. He had to quit second guessing himself and had to try and figure out what to do.
"This is Red Wolf anyone else up here? This is Red Wolf, Anyone hear me?"
[OOC:] Leaving it open at this point in time if someone wants to respond to my CB radio call.
Also by all means let me know what you guys think of what's going on with me.
Shadow knew there was some crazy gak going on down in town, and was annoyed that it was being made his problem so soon. He'd begun fortifying his house seven or so hours ago; barbed wire, stakes, mines - everything. Underneath the house, in the "basement", he had enough supplies to keep a few people alive for a year or so, and enough ammo and guns to fund the Taliban for years.
"Bob, ain't leaving you here unprotected."
Shadow spent the next two hours boarding up all the downstairs windows, and rigged the door with an "open and a shotgun blows yer brains out" trap. He had a large, but man portable, gatling gun sticking out one of the top windows.
As for the basement, which was more of a bunker, it would take nothing short of an AT grenade launcher to breach it. He secured Bob down in the bunker.
Grabbing his car keys, bulletproof body armour, sheathed pistol and hunting knife, he walked through into his garage. Opening the trunk of his sleek, black convertable, he surveyed the pre-loaded equipment, there in the event of him having to make a quick escape. Rope, food, sleeping bag for a starts. Otherwise, there was a ton of weaponry. He pulled a Semi-automatic rifle and shotgun out of the trunk, before closing it, and set them in the front passenger seat. Climbing into the driver seat, he donned some black shades. Shadow chuckled - this whole affair of events seemed like something you would see in a movie, with one exception: no script garauntie of the hero's survival.
"Just adds to the fun" he smirked.
Powering up his car, he used a device on his keyring to open the garage door, and drove out, locking the garage door behind him. Setting out onto the road, he began the 6 mile journey into the city. Revving the engine, Shadow was soon cruising along at 70. As he drove, he saw refugees walking, some running, most covered in possessions head to toe. Several dozen cars passed him, heading the other way. Once, when he had to slow down - almost to a halt - to let a large van pass by, the driver said to him, "Hey buddy, you crazy? What kinda dumbass mother fether heads back into town?"
Shadow turned his head to look at the driver - a short, stubby man whos' hair was a brown mess.
"A crazy mother fether like me with enough ammo to storm afghanistan" he replied, casually waving his shotgun about.
The driver of the van just gave Shadow a strange look and then carried on off.
Awhile later, Shadow saw a rabble of some sort going on. He slowed down. A women as crying and screaming, attempting to escape from a young man in his early twenties.
"C'mere bitch! You look like you need some fun to relieve the stress of all this gak!" the man chuckled.
"Oi, you!" Shadow called, pulling over to the scene. "What the feth d'you think you're doing?"
The man released the women, and started walking over to Shadow. "C'mon then, think you're hard enough, do ya?" He asked, drawing a switch-blade.
"Gonna give you one last chance, mister. Go on your way before a make a fething great mess of you on the floor."
The rapest laughed. "You? Just a slow heading into that gak hole city with a fancy car! What the bloody hell you gonna do, huh?" he lauded, advancing even more quickly on Shadow.
Shadow pulled his shotgun from where it rested next to him, and stood up, aiming at the man. His assailant didn't have time to stop, he was already in mid swing. Shadow pulled the trigger. Click. Bam. A shot fired from his pump-action shotgun, hitting the man, whos' torso exploded backwards, guts, gore and blood splattering everywhere. The man now had a large, but jagged, hole in the middle of his stomach. The man screamed with pain, and collasped to the floor, dropping his weapon. Shadow looked over at the woman, who was screaming and crying even more. "Run, if you have any sense" he advised. The woman obliged.
The sprawling, screaming wreck on the floor flipped onto his back, wailing out. "You bastard!" he screamed at Shadow.
"Why don't they ever fething listen?" he said, and ended the mans' suffering with a single shot from his pistol - right between the eyes.
After that, Shadow's journey continued without any other issues. More people heading from the city, of course. But otherwise the same as when he had started.
He drove into town. There was shouting, gun shots, screaming, people running, bodies lying in the gutter, blood all over the place.
"fething hell.." Shadow mumbled. My car ain't gonna last long here Shadow thought unhappily. But if I catch any mothers trying to nick it.. Shadow thought back to the man he had killed only a dozen minutes earlier.
Proceeding to the home army building, he saw rioters smashing at the gates, shouting and trying to get in. Shadow honked. A few people looked, but other than that, nothing. He picked up his semi-auto gun, and fired a few shots into the air. The rioters fell silent and looked in his direction. "Get the feth outta my way!" he called.
"Oh yeah? What if we don't wanna?" one of the rioters called back.
Shadow started his engine, and drove towards the gates - gaining speed. Most of the rioters ran out of the way, but the one that had called out, remained - he was right against the gate. Shadow continued. The ran the man down, likely breaking his neck or back in the process, and smashed through the gates. He continued a little way before stopping. Soldiers rushed to close the gates, which had obviously had their lock broken by Shadow, and two dozen ran out to hold the gates shut against the rioters. Five men with rifles ran over to Shadow's car, and aimed at him. "Sir get out of your car and get on the ground! Get on the fething ground!" one of them shouted.
"Stop! I'm with the military!" Shadow called, throwing his ID over to one of the soldiers. The man in fatigues ran over to the man who'd shouted at Shadow, and the two men mumbled together for a moment.
"Men, at ease" the lead soldier called.
"We've been expecting you, Special Ops soldier Shadow. My name is Leutenant Terry Hardock. Please, follow me."
Shadow grabbed his weapons, and left the soldiers to park his car.
Jennifer woke up late, she rolled over in her bed and saw the clock flash 11:00 she jumped out of bed and put on some clothes before coming downstairs to get something to eat. She had a fried brunch befor setteling down to watch the news. she turned it on to a report of rioting and an explosion at the hospital. she asked one of her Gaurds in the hall about what the man at the hospital had reported, he replied by saying that he has missed his last five updates with his last one talking about "zombies" or some other noncence
"what do you mean zombies, as in "aauuugh, i'm going to eat you" zombies" she blurted out cutting him off mid sentence
"yes ma'am, aparently so"
"I want our best shots on the roof five minutes ago, use the weapons in the container"
"yes ma'am, right away ma'am" her replied before muttering something into the radio. she headed back inside to the lounge and sat down to read a book
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"hurry up man she'll have our heads if we're not quicker"
"ok ok, do you know how heavy these are"
the gaurd joined his partner at the door to the container. slightly out of breath
"hold this he said handing over his FN P90. the gaurd took the gun while the boltcutters were brought diwn on the lock. The padlock dropped to the floor followed by the thick metal chain. the gaurd gave him back the gun and they prised the door open as they did they were met by the unmistakeable smell of human blood.
"how many guys were gaurding this, Steve"
"I dunno Gary, maby ten, twelve"
"but only two came back..."
they both glanced at eack other as the blood started to drip out the container forming a small puddle on the concrete "aww gak" they said together stairing into the darkness. Steve backed away while gary's inquisitive nature got the better of him, he stepped into the darkness and turned the torch mounted on his gun on sweeping it bewtween the shelves. he could feel the stick bood on the floor and as he reached the back he could feel something else, something his shoulder. her turned round. nothing. then he felt a pain in his neck. he could feel the blood dripping down his skin. he slumped over and died.
"Gary!, Gary! you in there," Steve backed away further. he was feeling uneasy. A trio of undead sprinted out the container towards him. he managed to gun one down before the others overpowered him.
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Jennifer herd the gunfire. she burst outside as the rest off her gaurds ran towards the container, weapons ready. A moment later two came running back one stopped in front of her and one ran into the house. He returned carrying two rucksacks and tossed one to the other gaurd.
"ma'am, we have to leave , the perimiters been breached" Ashton said. she recognsised the bags now, they were the bug out bags they kept in the Kitchen.
"Ok i'll get my bag" she replied
They hurred over to the retreat and flicked her keycardagainst the reader. The doors slid open and she Grabbed her sword. on the way out she pressed her hand against the tile next to the paper screen and it opened to reveal her own guns a AR-15 and a Five Seven alongside her backpack.
"hurry Ma'am, we don't have much time" the other gaurd said glancing around the gardens, she didn't know his name he must of been one of the new gaurd that started last week. They hurried down to the garages, Ashton entered first to sweep the room he called back an "all clear" and Jennifer rushed towards her SUV. the new guy stopped her and signalled towards "the tank", a heavily armoured car used to Flip vehicles and ramraib Brick Buildings. She hurred towards, it Ashton was already in the drivers seat and he started the engine the V12 in the heart of the car growling to life. As she climbed in she herd a Shriek. Obipously whoever had broken in had known she would be escorted away. The new guy quickly tried to clamber into the car as well but was dragged back out of the car she screemed as she saw the blood encrusted face of what was dragging him out the car. Ashton didn't even open the garage doors but powered through them and out the gates. Jennifer Buckled herself into the harnesses used for seatbelts in the car.
A few minutes later they heading into through the city.there were a few cars left abandoned on the streets but plough easily pushed them out the way. they made good progess until they hit a crowd of regugees. Ashton Pulled on the air horn and they quickly made room for the Behemoth of a car to get past. the crowds got thicker and thicker until they could make out a Checkpoint up ahead.
"what do you wanna do asked Ashton, "we could try to run it. this baby has enough armour than to get to the other side"
"we'll wait" replyed jennifer, "no need to draw even more attentoin to ourselves"
"can we even get any more attenion, look at our car" joked ashton
they trundled towards the cheackpoint, but in the distance they could already make out soilders pointing at them.
[OOC: Was not expecting you to RP that section, but it is good
Also, you chose the option that I wanted you to choose too - bwahaha!]
The two men ran into the op centre and the Lt presented him to the commander of the base.
"Shadow, where the hell have you been! We were expecting you hours ago! Feth, don't you know what is going on?!"
Shadow started to explain that he had to secure his property and his cat but the commander just carried on talking.
"We were holding back some of our combat experienced soldiers to support you but due to your... delay... in getting here we had to reassign them to one of the several urgent situations that is sucking up all of our manpower at the moment."
He sighed and ushered Shadow over to one of the maps showing the activity within the city and pointed out the main hospital building. "We recently lost all contact with the CDC teams in the main hospital. All our other units are tied down trying to keep control." The way he emphasized 'trying' didn't inspire confidence in Shadow. "We can't get anyone there to check what is happening as it has been in the thickest of the troubles from the start. Our spotters on the perimeter suggest there are about 100-300 hostiles in a two block area around the hospital, most of them appear to be infected. There might be survivors barricaded inside the hospital as we can see periodic gunfire through some of the windows but they can't have long left. The guard were not exactly well equipped to start with and they've been on station for a couple of days now."
He showed Shadow a floor plan of the hospital. "The CDC people were working *here*" He pointed to the plan. "We will re-route a chopper to drop you over there as soon as you have got your equipment." Here the commander paused again. "Sadly, due to the... leisurely pace you set on the way over here, we don't have all that much stuff left for you to choose from, most of it has already been issued. You have an hour to get set up before the chopper drops you off at the hospital."
Shadow was escorted to the armoury. It was picked almost bare. The commander had insisted he wear a full NBC suit but other than that, he had his pick over the remaining equipment, such as it was.
I know you have some weapons with you, but you can select from a reasonable range of gear and then you will be dropped into the poop.
Sorry it took so long to reply, had to go get some food and then cook and eat it
OOC: Now ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to show you the true meaning of teamwork
“Right, lets leave the house; it’s not exactly safe is it?” Tom muttered, indicating to the corpse on the floor.
Keira nodded, and threw him the spade.
“Guard the door until I get back into my nurse dress, ok?”
Tom nodded, and wandered over to the door. A couple of minutes later she returned, freshly washed, and with a backpack on.
“It’s got the essentials, some food, a first aid kit, and a couple of bottles of vodka. You go pack, I’ll guard.”
Tom handed her the spade and sloped off into his room. He grabbed a backpack, and threw a change of clothes for him and her, some more food, some toothpaste, a razorblade to shave with, and of course, his ‘last resort’ needles of morphine. He moved quickly over to the door, and stood there for a second, hugging each other.
“Ok, lets go, we don’t stop until we get to the Red light district – yes honey, I know you don’t approve, but there’s more pimps with guns there than anywhere else in the city. If any of those….people try to attack us, we take em down, but only if they get in our way. Don’t let them bite you, and…well, good luck” Tom said smiling.
They moved down the stairs to the lobby. A zombie was stuck behind the reception area, and moaned as they passed. Tom and Keira then raced across the front garden, stopping only to mash the skull of a zombie still eating Pete, before sprinting down the street.
“Keira! Spade!” Tom yelled as a zombie cut off his path. Keira slammed her quarry in the face before throwing it over her shoulder. Tom caught it before it hit the floor and sliced upwards wedging it into the top of his opponents face. He kicked it free, and they were off again, charging down the street. A zombie groaned nearby and began to shuffle towards them from afar. They sped past it,
smashing it full blow in the nadgers with the spade. It didn’t have the desired effect, but the walking corpse did stagger backwards from the force of the blow.
“Tom, Spade!” Tom span and launched it at the zombie that was grappling with Keira. The blade cut deep into the zombies neck, throwing it onto the floor. Keira stepped onto the zombie, and stamped down on the blade, decapitating the ghoulish creature neatly. She retrieved the spade and threw Tom a dark look.
“If that had hit me, I’d have totally come back from the dead and eaten you.”
They started to reach a safepoint, a couple of police cars were parked across the road, forming a rough but practical barricade that kept the street corner safe. Half a dozen Cops were standing behind their cars, gunning down zombies that persistently closed in on them. Tom and Keira charged past, and came to a stop, forcing air into their lungs.
“You know honey, we probably need to get another weapon, sharing is all couple-ey, but it’s not practical.”
They sat down on a park bench, and caught their breath and surveyed the other people hiding behind the barricades. A couple of children, a family or two and some mysterious figure with a pair of shotguns attached to his back. Some people just take the apocalypse to seriously…
Bonzo had spent the last couple of hours charging round, engaging in violence wherever he could and had beaten countless people to a pulp by the time he reached the barricade. In his mind, he knew something was wrong, he still felt a tide of anger rushing through him, the beating was like a drug, he needed it more and more. The more he got hurt, the more infuriated he became, lashing out, bludgeoning and fighting in the street.
When he reached the barricade, someone had the clever idea of pushing him to the ground. He started back up with a snarl, he smashed the man's legs from under him, breaking his kneecaps and beginning to smash his brains open with the now bloodstained bat he had obtained from the liquor shop.
When this latest victim was taken care of, he began beating at the barrier, shouting at the national guard. Seeing what he was doing, he was held back by protesters, they needed the barrier and this craze fueled clown wanted to bring it down about their ears. Bonzo kicked and punched, batted and bottled but there was no way he could beat this tide of bodies holding him back.
Near the national guard line, he could see a figure walking across the broken pavement, she looked like, no she couldn't be. It was his landlady, she had been a brutal old cow but she was an old friend, one dear to his heart. He could only look in horror as a national guard took aim at her.
Time seemed to slow down, a howl erupted from the clown like a spirit ripping itself out of the clutches of Beelzebub's lair as he watched her gunned down in cold blood. At this moment, the illusion oh hate shattered, he felt now something deeper, a loathing, a seething, writhing feeling of utter hate fueled desire to see them suffer.
It was then that he realized, to get his revenge he was going to have to be clever, a bit more clever than he'd been being. He still had the red curtain in front of his eyes, he stumbled back, into the park, people in the crowd parting for him, his stench heralding his presence. He lurched out of the mass of people and ran out towards the pond, intent on running into the water, hoping it would cool his blind rage.
In his dash for the pond, he saw two people sitting on a bench, he recognized one as a druggie, he'd seen him before, somewhere..... he dashed for them instead, "H..h...hey I NEED som...m...mthing to calm me DOWN!" he asked, desperation in his voice as he hoped for something to cool the hate.
The man handed over a syringe, Bonzo plunged it into his neck, he felt a soothing sensation across his body. He fell to the floor and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He still felt the hate inside, a reservoir of pain that he had but the drugs made this numb, he could think more clearly and realized that his body couldn't have taken much more, he was bruised, beaten and bloody, covered in his own and others. Wearing nothing but his pants, vest and bloodstained makeup, he stood up.
"Pleased to meet you" He said with a crooked smile at the drug addicted stranger "Thank you, I don't think I could have lasted much longer... I'm Bonzo the clown"
OOC - Me and Ghosty have PMed each other about the meeting so it's all fine and dandy on both sides ^^
SilverMK2 wrote:@Great Unclean One - I like how Bonzo is turning out. Can't wait to see where you go with him.
@ Cereal - I hope someone calls you soon, your RP is pretty good, I am interested to see how your character acts in a more active setting.
I'm glad someone is enjoying it. I feel like I'm writing a story about a man's struggle with morality and survival in an apocalyptic setting. I'm going to keep going with what I have been doing. There is something amazingly tragic about the way he is sitting there listening to his CB radio just hiss.
halonachos wrote:OOC: They're actuall just about everywhere in small numbers I believe, but mainly centered around the main hospital in the city, close to my character and two blocks from your hideout. I also thing that GES has his character close to the hospital as well (after punching a woman in the face I might add). I mean I don't know who's the baddest fether here, Tombstone is just crazy, while Dave is punching girls in the face and breaking their skulls.
I think that Dave and Tombstone have a rivalry going on here.
I did not punch a woman in the face! I crushed her skull using an IV stand made of stainless steel! get your facts straight!
Also, consider my character in the "suburban" portion of the town at this point.
David's sleep was restless. He played that fatefull moment over and over in his head, seeing everything in shocking clarity.
The sheen of the pole, the droplets of medicine on the inside of the discarded IV bag, her stunned eyes widening in surprise, the spray of blood form her shattered nose.
The sounds were almost as bad.
The loud, crystal clear cracking like dry twigs of her nose, the sound of metal scraping metal as her skull plate rubbed together, the dull thump as her dead body hit the floor.
The thunderous cacophony of the pole slamming down on her forehad and the floor to maek sure she was dead.
Dave bolted upright. His forehead, nose and face all ached. He felt something trickle onto his lips. He dabbed a finger and looked at it. Blood was flowing from his nose.
He got up adn went into the bathroom. He took some toilet paper and balled it up, preparing to insert them.
A face in the mirror stopped him. It was the woman.
'AH! WOAH!" He screamed. SHe smiled. Dave turned. She was still there. Dave stumbled back, falling into the tub.
"Hello David. How are you?" She asked. Her voice sounded just like it would have if she hadn't been wearing a gas mask when he first heard her.
It reminded him of the Kings of Leon frontman.
"I assume you're well, being that you are alive." She smiled. Her teeth were white as ivory, a steep contrast to her ebon skin.
He wished he knew why he was seeing these details. He didn't know why. He hadn't seen her smile, since he'd beaten her skull to pulp.
"I'm going to help you, despite all that you did." She smiled again, and came closer. Dave realised she was floating.
"It's alright David. I'll help you." She wrapped har hands around his face, and leaned in, as though for a kiss.
Instead she whispered into his ear.
Dave immediately got up. He went into his room, and took out the M4 he'd stashed.
He moved to the front door, listening intently. His family was still asleep. Dave readied the assualt rifle, one hand on the grip, the other unlocking the door.
He pushed it open. A creature stood there, arms extended. It sighted him, then stumbled forward. Dave put a round through it's eyes.
He slammed the door. It was loud enough to wake his family.
'What the hell is-" His father stopped aburptly as he saw Dave weilding the assualt rifle.
"David... David... lower the gun. Nobody has to get hurt. We're yo-"
'Shut up." He cut his father off. "We need to get moving, and fast. gather up food, water, clothes, medicine." He opened the door, and fired five shots and a few more approaching creatures.
"And that's why." He said matter-of-factly to his family as they stared in astonishment. His father got them moving.
The woman appeared to him again.
"Good job David. You'll do fine is this new world. Them... not so much." She whispered.
"Shut the hell up. You're not real. You're the figment of a recent terrible traumatic experiance, signifying a deep mental scar that will likely never heal without some professional help." I told her.
'No, David, I'm not. I'm the angel on your shoulders." She said.
Dave stopped. "Angel on Your Shoulders" was what he'd carved into the side of his gun on his rifle team. He'd forgotten about it.
"Why won't you accept that I'm real David? You accept the possibility of the living dead, do you not?" she asked.
'SHUT UP!!" he screamed. 'Your just a voice in my head."
"I think you owe me to listen, because you did kill me." She insisted.
"WHAT THEN!" He yelled.
'Good. You need to get moving. I would suggest heading to the slums, away from the hospital." He turned, cutting her off, with a burst of automatic fire.
The bullets went right through her. The walls of the house were not that thick he realized too late.
He heard things drop, and saw his family dead in the hallway.
"Oh God...." He ran to his room, grabbed the webbing he'd taken from her corpse, adn ran out. He changed the clip, and did as the Angel on His Shoulder bade.
He ran as fast as he could for the slums, weighed down as he was with the gun and ammo.
Tom watched the clown crazily attack the barricade. He foamed slightly at the mouth, and, were it not for the liberal soakings of blood, he’d have looked comical. Tom had never been afraid of clowns, but when this one fixed him with a stare, and begun to thunder towards him, Tom felt rooted with fear. He squeezed Keira’s hand as the madman approached.
"H..h...hey I NEED som...m...mthing to calm me DOWN!" the clown asked, desperation in his voice.
Tom looked at Keira. She was frightened. Damn he was gonna get in trouble for this. He unslung his bag, and rummaged for a second, before pulling a hypodermic needle from within. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and avoided eye contact with his girl friend. He handed it over, and watched with awe as the man plunged it straight into his neck, a potentially suicidal manoeuvre. The man folded up on the ground, twitched a bit, and then relaxed. He struggled back to his feet and looked at them with a slightly dazed and spaced out gaze.
Pleased to meet you" He said with a crooked smile. He looked no less insane, but Tom, with his natural aptitude for befriending the odd, smiled and shook the man’s bloody hand.
"Thank you, I don't think I could have lasted much longer... I'm Bonzo the clown"
Tom nodded. “Im Tom, this is….”
He risked a sidelong glance at Keira, who was staring with loathing.
“This is Keira, she’s a bit angry at the moment, but she’s usually lovely. Now, if ya don’t mind me pointing this out, your standing in a pair of y-fronts. Lemme help with that.”
Tom turned and rummaged back in his bag, before pulling out a pair of baggy trousers, and a Hoodie.
“Here you go, they’re large for me, so they should fit you fine.”
Bonzo quickly put them on and cackled manically. Satisfied with his handywork he turned back to Keira.
“Listen, I only brought them in case… well in case I…we needed a way out of this madness. I haven’t taken any for three weeks. I promise you that. I love you, don’t break up with me whilst the world is falling apart…”
Her gaze softened. She turned, and looked at Bonzo.
“Your pretty beaten up, Lemme clean you up”
She produced a first aid kit, and set about cleaning up the cuts and bruises. She didn’t touch the make up though. It felt like it was part of his character…
Also what is the light blue districts the one above industrial on the list, i cant make that out looks like it says international?
I'll probably do two smaller posts tomorrow, one at silly o'clock in the morning and one after school. losing a massive wall of text and having to re write it really brings the amount of thought going into a post into perspective.
Yep it is. If you keep going North West up and out of the map my house is in the woods, that is, if you don't mind me saying so Silver. I had already stated that and started roleplaying all of that before you posted the map.
"Thanks for that" Bonzo said to Keira, "And thank you for the trousers.... I was beginning to get a little chilly in just these. Whered'ya reckon we should head to next? This city looks like it's one whole barrel of laughs and it's OURS FOR THE TAKING! Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk, that is if I can find me some power tools......"
Bonzo proceeded to try and explain the necessity of him finding the nearest tree surgeon or gardening shop to Tom as he had an idea in mind.... one hell of an idea.
"Also, what do you think about sticking around each other? We seem to make a pretty good team" He said, indicating to the broken needle on the floor, "And I've got a feeling this isn't the last time I'll be needing a clean up, sure beats sitting in my flat getting totally bare faced drunk...."
Tombstone roared through the city,he had come across several skirmishes between National Gaurdsmen,who were not being choosy about there targets,he watched silently as a group of them shot down what appeared to be a bunch of blood covered drunks...or junkies,Tombstone thought.."Had to be junkies ,they didn't even try to run when the Guard started shooting".
He sped into the "Red light district",and imediatly decided that he had somehow gone crazy"...well...crazier",he laughed to himself,there...stumbling down the street he saw "Ronny the Rat".
Tombstone shook his head,.."No mother fether" he wispered " Your stone cold dead",Tombstone was honestly puzzled,he had "Taken care" of a great many people...he had never...up until this instant, seen any of them up walking around after he had done his "wet work".
He idled up to Ronny..."Hey! Fether!" he called after the lumbering man...Ronny turned.
Tombstone jerked back invulintariely "What in hell!" he said...he couldn't quite wrap his mind around what he was seeing,The Rat had to be dead,his throat was laid wide open from the slash Tombstone had administered the night before,his clothing soaked in blood...both dried and fresh,Tombstone also noted that Ronnys arm was broken..the bone jutting through the skin..." I didn't do that" Tombstone thought " I gotta be losing it".
Ronny raised his good arm and moaned,a low gutteral sound,a mixture of blood and saliva ran from Ronnys mouth as he bared his teeth in a feral snarl.
" Naw Fethnuts" Tombstone grinned " When I do somebody...they stay done." He drew one of his pistols and fired a round straight through Ronnys chest pulverizing his heart...Ronny staggered back,slumped and then continued advancing on the Biker.
" You Gotta be kidding me!" Tombstone exclaimed,he shook his head...he just blew this fethers heart out...and he was still coming,Tombstone glanced at his pistol for a second...thinking somehow he hadn't fired at all...but he knew he had...this fether just wasn't dead...
" Ok" Tombstone nodded " I've lost my mind" He laughed loudly at the thought,Ronny came closer...Tombstone lifted his pistol again,aimed and fired...Ronnys head exploded.
Tombstone reahed in his jacket and removed a small vile of "refreshment",he snorted some and returned the vial to his inner pocket,he glanced around...Ronny lay on the filthy street,his brains leaking from the huge hole in the back of his ruined skull,a bit further up the street..in the distance he swore he saw a Clown..."Nah" Tombstone thougt " Dead fethers that don't stay dead..I can handle,But I draw the line at half naked clowns".
He glanced down at Ronny the Rat,who was still seemingly dead, he spat a large gob of spit onto the corpses face, " Bet ya stay dead now Mother Fether" Tombstone smilled.
He heard another moan to his left,and snapped his head in that direction,an older man,perhaps 55 or 60 shambled towards him,this man,like Ronny,was obviously dead...but up walking around,a huge chunk of flesh was torn from the mans throat revealing his windpipe.blood covering his fatigue jacket.
"Really!?" Tombstone said cocking his head,his face appeared almost ammused,he sighted on the mans head and let a round fly,the bullet ripped the top of the mans head off,he stumbled forward another step or two and toppled to the side walk.
"Ok." Tombstone said " Time to get moving" he gunned the bike up to 60,passing the Clown and a few other people..."No!" Tombstone said shaking his head " I didn't see any clown" ,5 minutes later he pulled up in front of Strawberrys small house,sitting on the sidewalk in front of Berrys neighbore was a young boy,perhaps 7 years old, who was kissin a small hairy puppy...Tombstone parked his bike,snatched up his duffle bag and glanced back at the boy.
"Hey kid!" Tombstone yelled " You better get your dumb ass inside,all kinds of gak is happing ...none of it good."
The boy looked up at Tombstone with cold dead eyes,blood smeared his angelic face,a ragged hole torn into one of his pale cheecks.
The boy stood,Tombstone saw that what he had thought was a puppy ,was in fact a human scalp,.."He wasn't kissing it" Tombstone thought "He was eating it."
"Mother Fething hell" Tombstone said,the boy lfted himself unsteadily from his seat on the side walk and slowly began to walk towards Strawberrys gate.
" Oh no ya don't!" Tombstone said unholstering his pistol " You just lay down quietly",he fired taking the boy in the neck,the boy spun around from the impact of the bullet,looked around,seeming to forget what he had been doing,and slowly turned again to face Tombstone drooling.
Tombstone thought for a second,sighted the boys skull and squeezed the trigger,a hole instantly appeared in the boys head,his eyes rolled as he droped to his knees and then fell face first into the pavement.
Tombstone felt his head spin a bit and shook it to clear away the feeling of dizziness.
The huge bouncer threw the door open,a 12 guage shotgun clamped in his gaint hand.
"Get the feth in here Stone" Beryy barked reaching out and pulling the biker inside,normaly the bouncer would have never risked laying a hand on Tombstone...but then this situation was hardly normal.
" Berry?" Tombstone said turning to eye the huge man " Do you know dead people are walking around out there?"..Tombstone laughed.
Stawberry stared at the Biker.. "This mother fether is insane" he thought,but decided not to tell Tombstone he thought this.
" Things are fething nuts Stone." Beryy noded " and from what I can acertain...it's gonna get much worse"
" Ok berry berry" Tombstone said " Let's try to figure our next move."
The Two men walked into Strawberrys Computer room...
Appearance: Sort of shortish, baggy black jeans, long sleeved black and green shirt, hair is dyed blue around his right ear, but fades into green towards the top and back of his head and maintains the green in the rest of his hair but has alittle regrowth of black hair at the roots and is roughly medium long, missing his left arm from the shoulder down.
Abilities: Is a brilliant tactician, is small enough to fit into some small gaps that others might not fit in, but cannot do anything that requires both hands
Equipment: Cola drink, Hamburger, a large box of random flavoured chocolates and a king chess piece which he wears as a necklace
Background: K was conisdered by many as a child prodigy in terms of chess. It was wildly speculated that he had never lost a game, and won his first game at the age of 2. By the time he was 16, he had won over 9000 Chess Tournaments. His parents, seeing the amount of money they could make out of him, didn't try to have any others, so they could focus on him. This, combined with the amount of attention he gained stopped him from being able to relate to anyone, which caused him to be rather shy, choosing to speak in as little words as possible.
In his latest game however, this would all change. He lost, spectacularly. He couldn't figure out what went wrong. His parents seemed more distraught, as his father had gotten drunk before driving them home.
He ran a red light and went head on with a big wheeler truck. His parents were fatally wounded, and K lost his left arm, still holding the King from the last game. His birthday cake expired before he got the chance to see it.
When he first awoke, the doctor gave him the king piece, modified as a necklace, to remind him of what happened. K then pointed to where his arm used to be, and the Doctor "suddenly got a page telling him of an emergancy". But K knew he didn't receive a page...
He was set to leave on the 24th of December, or at least, thats what the doctors said at the time...
Patrick sat there in his car, he parked it on the side of the road, and just remembered.
Only a few years ago, when he started college, he had started watching Naruto. He remembered he watched it every week, it was an excellent show, and he really got into it.
He had thought it was getting boring around the 100th episode, so stopped watching it. He started again when it went into the "Shippuden" stage, he watched every single episode he missed, 'till he was caught up.
He was well ahead of the english version, and sufficed for the Japenese subtitled version. He had always loved the Deidera Character, a explosive artist, who threw figures made out of explosive material and remotely detonated them.
He had to say, he never thought he would be able to use it, but he felt now was a perfect time.
Patrick actually had a robe made for him resembling the Akatsuki robe wore by the Akatsuki in the anime, and thought it was pretty funny he was so obsessed with it.
Nevertheless, he wasn't in high school anymore, and did whatever the hell he wanted to.
He stepped out of the car with the robe, and put it on over his clothes. Heh, maybe not fit for running from zombies, but he looked pretty bad ass.
He also had collected many tools to somehow duplicate being able to fire long range explosives. Though he couldn't remotely detonate them, a grenade launcher certainly could suffice.
He took that out of the back seat as well, including at least 35 grenades all in a container.
He loaded the G-L, holding 8 grenades at a time. He set it, and flipped the sight up.
He started the car once again. If the world was ending, caring about whatever others thought of you was well beyond Patrick.
"I'm a genius" Patrick said to Smokey "I am Deidera"
Jewman drove down the street, and took a U-turn to get the buildings on his side of the car. He rolled the window down, and set the G-L on the window.
He fired one round into a window, obliterating that room.
He shot another at a care with a man and 3 children in it, turning it into a fireball.
He shot two at double doors to a hotel, one breaking the doors open, the other shredding several people in the lobby of the hotel.
He stopped the car.
"Such exhileration!, such power. Such....Art" Patrick said to himself, smiling.
He continued driving, seeing a house with two motorcycles in front of it.
He stopped. "Bikers?" Patrick thought "feth bikers!" Patrick said
He fired a grenade for each bike, and one more at the door of the house.
"Hahahahahah!" Patrick howled with laughter, driving off.
OOC:Sort of, everyone else seems to be more of a solider type guy. So I figured I'd make my character a guy who didn't need to fight much. Also, I has candy
DAY 0
The Doctor walks into K's room
"Ok, just tell us who you are and we'll give you your lunch" said the Doctor, with a smile on his face
"K" replied K
"Good, good, so can you tell me your name?"
"K"
"Alright then, tell me your name!"
"K"
"Ha ha! You know I was only kidding, right K?"
K glanced at the Doctor, then at the knife that was with another patients meal, then at the doctors eye then neck, then eye again. K tilted his head.
"Haa... Well, anyway, here" The doctor says as he gives him a large Choc Chop cookie.
"..." glares K, wondering where the Hamburger he asked for was, and why the cookie had been called lunch, as it was 4pm, and more likely an afternoon treat. He non the less took the cookie, and started to eat it.
"So, you're going home tomorrow, huh. Must be great to get out of here" The Doctor said, sitting at the end of his bed.
"Surprisingly not.." K said, remembering that he would be leaving the country to stay with his grandparents and Uncle Larry, who disturbed K immensely
"Listen" the doctor says handing K a business card "if you need to talk, call me. I know what it's like to loose people to car accidents, so I have a good idea of what you're going through..."
"k..." K said, as he looked at the card.
"Hey, I know your name already, just make sure you call when you need to talk to someone"
"..." K had had enough of the K jokes the entire time he was there. Although, now that he thought of it, he could of just said Kevin instead of K.
-Never Gonna Give you up!- came a sound from the doctors pocket
-Never Gonna let you down- it continued, just as the doctor checked it
"Looks like I need to go, I'll see you around, k K?" the Doctor laughed as he left the room
"k..."
K then noticed that the doctor left all the food in his room, and that it actually wasn't his job to hand it out.
K awoke to a seemingly normal day at the hospital, and K wished that it was, his very questionable Uncle was coming to pick him up today. He was about to get up when the Doctor came in
"Kevin, I need to get you out of here" the Doctor said, out of breath "People here are being infected by a radical virus which has a mortality rate of at least 200%"
K got up immediately, he could tell he wasn't kidding, because it was the first time the doctor had used his real name since he arrived.
"Listen, there should be a maintanance exit on the north western side of the building. I want you to try and get to the mall, and find a gun shop, or shop that sells guns, and wait there." said the Doctor again
"Why... help?" asked K, still shocked by his complete change of character.
"I'm a doctor, and my patience safety is my #1 concern!" said the doctor full of so much pride that it comes off alittle corney "Ohh, and here take this money, you should, probibly, you know, buy some guns or something" The Doctor gives him roughly $2000 "Now get out of here!"
"k..." K said as he proceded to the maintance exit
"I know your name already, just go!" the doctor laughed as K left the room
The doctor pulled up his sleeve to reveal a massive bite on his arm, he then looked opened a locket he had around his neck and looked inside, then quickly closed it and left the room
“A Hardware store you say? Huh. Well, there’s probably one down the street, but I think these crazies own that part of town….” Tom muttered, already seeing that it wasn’t going to bother Bonzo.
The clown cackled and charged down the street, Keira and Tom in tow. A zombie staggered into Bonzo’s path, and the spaced out clown went crazy, demolishing the things head with three swings of his bat. Most of the journey was relatively uneventful, the occasional zombie finding a swift fate to either the bat, or the spade. Presently, they found themselves standing in front of a DIY outlet.
The clown turned, grinned like a maniac and walked inside…
Grinning as he entered the DIY shop, Bonzo sought out the power tool section straight away. He hefted a mighty chainsaw before him.... then discarded it, he tried a few more large chainsaws, realizing that he didn't like how heavy they where. He soon, however, found a pair of smaller chainsaws that suited him just fine.
Strapping a petrol container to his back, arming himself with the two chainsaws he turned to face Tom, "Where now? I'm fine as long as I getta kill some CRAZIES!" and doubled over giggling, quickly snapping himself up though, looking noticeably more serious and menacing, "No, I mean seriously lets go"
“ give us a second, we need to re-equip ourselves…” Tom said, as he wandered through the isles in the shop. He was mighty tempted by a chainsaw, but, after looking around a bit more- there it is, he grinned. Chainsaws are all well and good, but NOTHING beats this. He pulled a hedge trimmer from the rack, and grabbed a battery charger. He then hefted a sledge hammer, and strapped it too his back. He then grabbed a decant spray paint mask, to remove the chance of getting any blood in his mouth. He wandered over to Keira and handed her one.
“Thanks honey. Now, what do you think of this?” She said, as she lifted a nail gun from the rack.
Tom grinned. “Have I ever told you how much I love ya?”
“Frequently.”
She smiled, and grabbed a pair of garden shears as well. Then, they turned, and walked out of the door behind Bonzo, ready to obliterate any zombie they came across.
The crowd came to a standstill. Ashton turned of the engine to conserve their petrol he looked out of the window to see a man climb up on top of one of the hummers.
He had a megaphone in one hand and a pistol in the other. Brining the megaphone to his mouth he spoke into it.
"Citizens, This checkpoint is now closed. Please ruturn home and wait for rescue" he called
something came flying out of the crowd and stuck him. He almost fell back off the vehicle but regained his balance.
"Any attemp tto cross this checkpoint will be met with deadly force" he continued
the crowd surged forward as one, those at the front being gunned down before they had taken two steps. but their was two many of them, they overran the checkpoint and continued forward. Most people left the weapons on the bodys with only one or two taking them. the crowd continued with it's newfound strenght before a small horde of zombies came bursting out of an allyway. It was a massacare. the citizens armed with guns fired indiscriminaely into those in front before the zombies ripped them appart. Now sitting at the back of the crowd He started the car and spun it around heading back into the town.
"where are we going" Jennifer asked "why don't we go straight through them"
" the car may be bullet proof but the tyres can still get punctured" Ashton replied "We don't know if they put a spike strip down"
"oh, ok then " She replied slightly unsure of his plan.
they drove back into the town, hitting down small groups of zombies wandering the streets they headed towards the city center, intending to cut through the city and head out through the indistrial estates. the car skidded round a corner, swining onto the other side of the road, unfortunately a pair of Hummers were coming the other way they drove straight under then the lead hummer going Straight over the roof and landing belly up. Ashton Pulled the handbrake and skidded round just missing the other one. Tehy Sat waiting in the car not wanting to get out. Three soilders Crawled out from under the flipped car a medic in a Hazmat suit ran over and helped them up. The other Soilders piled out of there hummer And took up positions beside their doors, all pointing there guns at them.
"Get out of the Ve-hicle...Get out or we'll open fire!" one of them yelled
I'll do my military thingy tomorrow hopefully - stupid history essay. So I would appreciate it if, as it would muck up my characters stuff a bit (I don't like posting in the past tense, it confuses and annoys everyone), that we keep it day 2 for atleast another day. Sorry if this inconveniences anyone, but I foresee a lot of RPing on day 2 anyways, so hopefully it won't be too much of a problem for you guys.
OOC: I finished everything that Aleks was going to do on DAY TWO. My character is actually just waiting out right now hoping that something about the city being out of quarintine will pop up on the radio or TV so that he can head out to get to his wife and family.
Aleks' radio crackled to life and a panicked voice filled the room. "Red Wolf, Red Wolf, do you read me? Over!"
Aleks rushed over to the CB but didn't immediately answer.
"Come in Red Wolf, please, god damn it, they're everywhere and we have children with us!" Mixed in with the voice was the low sound of moaning and the loud but muffled sound of gunfire and most heart wrenching of all the sound of children sobbing and crying.
Aleks activated his radio. "This is Red Wolf, do you need assistance? Over."
Static returned for a few seconds before the voice came back again - the same sounds still resonating in the background although if anything the moans were louder and the gunfire more constant. "Thank god someone is out there! We heard your signal but our transmitter was not strong enough to reach you until now - we're running from a large group of infected that followed us when we tried to get out of our town. We thought we would be safe when we got to the city but we heard on the radio there are infected there too.
We're heading towards your position from the north but is looking like we will be over-run before we get to you. Please, we need help!"
Aleks considered his options before making his reply...
PM on the way with some options as to how to play things. As usual, feel free to suggest your own way to deal with the situation. If you come up with a good one I will use that instead
I'm going to bed now, so I will hopefully finish off this encounter in the morning (assuming that I have a PM with how Cereal is going to play this encounter, which I am sure I shall ).
But don't think that me being asleep will mean that I'm not thinking of zombie related funicity (and I hope everyone is having fun, as that is the aim of the game)
SilverMK2 wrote:I'm going to bed now, so I will hopefully finish off this encounter in the morning (assuming that I have a PM with how Cereal is going to play this encounter, which I am sure I shall ).
But don't think that me being asleep will mean that I'm not thinking of zombie related funicity (and I hope everyone is having fun, as that is the aim of the game)
Tombstone and Strawberry stepped into the computer room mere seconds before a series of explosions rocked the house,the concusion from the last blast knocking both men off their feet as Strawberrys front door exploded.
A young dancer named Razzle,who had arived moments before Tombstone,hoping for protection, was shreded by the flying wooden shrapnel,a large chunk of Strawberrys door ripped through her chest killing her instantly.
Tombstone lept from the floor,drawing both of his pistols,and aiming at the gapping hole where the door had been,he braced for an entrance from whoever had fired the round.
"Hey Stone!" Strawberry called from the next room " Not to be the bearer of bad news,but you bikes on fire"
"So's your girlfriend" Tombstone muttered back,realizing no "attack" was comming.
"Alright Berry" Tombstone said " Since you no longer have a door to lock,I suggest we haul ass outta here"
He entered the computer room, " You wouldn't happen to have any other form of transportation?" Tombstone said looking out the window at the piles of flaming wreckage that had not long ago been a pair of motorcycles.
" Car in the garage." Strawberry said as he quickly shoved boxes into a knapsack "And I suggest we haul ass now",he gestured toward his front yard,two crazies were coming slowly through the open fence.
"I got them" Tombstone said running out the room,he shouted back " Get whatever gak your getting and get your big rear in gear!"
Tombstone stepped into the blasted doorway,pistols raised, one of the "zombies?" Tombstone thought,was a young man,mid twentys,he had been ripped wide open,his intestines dragging behind him,Tombstone also noticed the man was missing his scalp.
" I think I met your son." Tombstone said to the shambleing corpse,he then blew his head off.
Behind "scalpless" was a young woman,surely no more than 20..."And won't be getting any older" Tombstone laughed,she was naked and had apperently been bitten over a dozen times,one breast was completely gone...so was half her face.
" I bet you were pretty hot...before you like, died and stuff" Tombstone said,mocking the faleseto tone of the average high school girl...he put a single round through her remaining eye.
Tombstone felt a hand grip his boot,he glanced down.
Razzle,the pretty little dancer who had come to Strawberry for protection and ended up blown to pieces was dragging her self towards Tombstone,one mangled hand clamping at his enginer boot.
"Well gak darling,I guess I missed you." Tombstone smiled and put a bullet through her face.
"Berry!" Tombstone yelled " I'm going with or with out you"
Strawberry ran into the room,a 12 gauge shotgun in one hand an aliminum baseball bat in the other,a backpack,looking like a bloated tick slung across the huge mans back...Tombstone smiled,he noted Berry also had two .44 magnums straped to his hips like some sort of old west gunfighter.
" You look ridiculous" Tombstone said grinning at the bouncer.
" Yeah" Srawberry agreed "But I'm gonna be the ridiculous mother fether whos still alive when all this gak is over"
The two men ran into Strawberrys garage,inside was a 1973 Chevet Chevelle,Tombstone noddedhis aproval.
"Let's ride Clyde" Berry said.
" If I'm Clyde" Tombstone said cocking an eyebrow " Then I guess your my big ugly Bonnie."
Strawberry shook his head,mumbled something about Tombstones mother and jumped into the drivers seat,a moment later Tombstone slid into the car and the powerful engine roared to life.
As they road along the city street,Tombstone couldn't belive what was taking place around him,buildings burned ,people were running every where,in some cases they had not been fast enough and Tombstone saw a teenaged boy being ripped appart buy several of these "zombies"
Tombstone pushed the dashboard lighter in.
"Don't smoke in my car" Strawberry said
Tombstone glared at Berry, " I'll set your fething car on fire big boy." he replied.
The lighter poped out and Tombstone pulled it free of it's housing,staring fixated on the brightly glowing coils inside.
He pushed the lighter against the back of his hand,there was a long hissing sound as his flesh seared.
" Jesus...what the feth man " Starwberry exclaimed
"Thought I might be dreaming" Tombstone said evenly,the expresion on his face never changed.
the big bouncer shook his head,the citys being torn apart by zombies,and I'm driving around aimlessly with this crazy bastard,he thought.
" Ok" tombstone said " First things first...who the feth just hit us back at your house?"
"Who knows man " Strawberry said " I don't see how it even matters...we need to get the hell out of Dodge."
" It matters" Tombstone barked "Because,if they are working for the person I was told to smoke...then they may be looking for us for round two."
"All the more reason to haul ass outta town." Strawberry said.
"Where's your laptop?" Tombstone asked
"My..what you gonna do man,play video games?" Strawberry replied
"No I'm going to shove it up your large rear end" Tombstone said.
" It's in the bag." Berry said,resigning himself to dealing with this crazy fether.
A moment latter Tombstone had Berrys laptop up and running.
"Password" he asked Strawberry
" Huh?" the bouncer replied
"What" Tombstone said with intended menace "is your password?"
"Oh" Strawberry laughed " It's Chocolate." he grinned at Tombstone who just stared back at the big man.
"Fething hell" Tombstone said " I don't know who I'm more concerned about being eaten by,these Zombies" he gestured out the window towards a walking corpse " Or you...you ...12 sandwich eating mother fether."
Strawberry drove through various backstreets,avoiding the National Guard...and most of the walking dead,although he did have to run one over one who stepped in front of the car,arms outstretched.
" Damnit" Strawberry thought " I laid out over a grand for that paint job."
Besides him,Tombstones fingers clicked rapidly over the keyboard,his grin widened at last and he turned to the big bouncer.
" Go up two more miles and then hang a left" he begin loading the magazines of his pistols with Hydroshock rounds,his eyes sparkeled with a merry light.
Aleks stood in thought. There was no way that he was going to let these people die, but there was also no way that he could go out there and help them fight off an unknown, but presumably large, number of zombies. One more gun would not make that much of a difference.
Making up his mind he triggered the radio: "Ok, I can't come to you, but you can come to me, your signal is strong so you are close. Listen to me very carefully and I will guide you in."
Aleks picked up the transmitter and ran through the basement tunnel to the tool shed as he directed the fleeing survivors. He unlocked the main door on the tool shed after making sure that there was nothing immediately threatening outside before returning to the main house and climbing upstairs with his rifle so he had a better view of his surroundings.
Over the next 20 minutes he called out directions to the survivors, guided them round where he thought they might have trouble and towards his house.Eventually the remaining survivors reached his property and he guided them through the defenses and towards the shed. A large group of ghouls followed them - there must have been over 100 of the shambling creatures. Luckily many of them got stuck on the improvised barricades and Aleks added his weight of fire to that of the survivors and kept them at bay while they reached the shed.
Aleks picked up his radio and gave his final command: "When you get here, and get through the tunnels, I want you to knock on the door 3 times and and say, 'We're here, they're not. Let us in, please.'. This would imply that you have closed the trapdoor and locked it from behind and then were able to make it safely over to the door. I want to help you guys but I cannot if you bring them directly to me. How many of you are there?"
The last of the survivors entered the shed and slammed the door shut. Aleks remained in place for a while longer as he picked off as many of the ghouls as he could that remained lodged or roaming free on his property before returning inside to check on the survivors.
He didn't have to wait long before there was a knock on the door leading to the basement...
Congratulations, you have completed this RANDOM ENCOUNTER. You now have 7 survivors in your party. They are all that remains of over 20 survivors it was possible to encounter.
There is now a large zombie presence in your area (about 200 ghouls plus about 50-60 already caught in your defenses or just outside them). In later hours the survivors may face their own loved ones as they reanimate.
For your further RP information:
+ They are from one of the small towns where the outbreak was first encountered and which are now totally destroyed.
+ Number of people 7.
+ "Leader" = Daniel (guy on the radio)
+ 2 children under 14 (14 (Jane) and 10 (Natalie) years old - both without parents)
+ 5 adults, Daniel, Josh, Kurt, James, Smithy
+ All adults carry guns but the party don't have anything else as they had to drop everything in order to outrun the ghouls and protect the children.
+ 2 of the adults and 1 of the children lost relatives in the final dash to your house (so mixed feelings about your "help").
+ Unknown if any are infected.
Edit: Feel free to RP whatever you want about the group, but please note I may RE them at a later date. If you want me to give more information on the group, let me know, otherwise knock yourself out on their background etc
When K arrived at the Maintainance Entrance, he found that it was wide open, which bothered K for a moment, as he had planned to make it look like it hadn't been touched. It also occured to him that someone might be using it.
However, at the moment, he could hear yelling coming from the Front Entrance, then gunfire, then the yelling stopped. So K quickly ran through the ME which lead to the garden at the back, where he saw the police surrounding the Hospital.
He hid in the garden until the Police were called over to the southern side of the building, where he ran as far as he could, into the first allyway he found, and travelled through more allyways on his way to the mall.
However, it was 7pm when he arrived at the mall, so it was closed.
Suddenly, there was a loud smash that came from inside the mall, and the doors burst open and 30 people ran out carrying whatever they could find. K knew that this meant the police were coming soon, so he had to leave.
He ran straight back into an allyway, and followed it for a block or two, where he came upto a motel, where he decided to rent a room for the night
OOC: I'll have something up later. I'm really busy today and with it being 10AM and me having to go all over the place I probably won't get to anything until I'm guessing 3 or 4PM EST.
Don't worry about it, DAY TWO will probably run until tomorrow morning. I will decide this evening when I do a double check as to who has posted etc when I get home.
Though my wife has apparently gone home from work really sick today so I may not be on much this evening if I have to look after her, which may push back DAY THREE to tomorrow evening.
Tom looked at Keira and roiled his eyes. They then set off in the direction of the large mall that had recently been built. Maybe they could grab some gear on the way. They crossed the street and jogged down the path. A nearby shop window exploded outwards as a mass of wriggling bodies fell through it. A man was screaming repeatedly as four zombies ate him alive. Tom revved the hedge trimmer and stuck it into the nearest of the zombies mouth. The blade made a mess of the jaw, and with a slight nudge, carved through to the other side of the undead’s head, separating it with a wet thunk.
He glanced sideways and saw bonzo remove the heads of two of the others with a swift, and surprisingly agile spin on the spot. Keira dispatched the last one with a single shot from the nail gun; the nail passed straight through one side of the zombie’s cranium, and out the other. She bent down to help the victim, but he was already to far gone. She sighed.
“Pass me some morphine. Now.”
The man had begun to wail, his intestines were half chew and falling onto the street.
Tom grabbed a needle and passed it over. She plunged it straight into the mans forhead, and pressed the plunger. The mans screams immediately changed to a gurgle, before his eyes glazed over.
“He’ll still come back you know honey.”
“I know.” She fired a nail into the man’s skull.
They turned and carried on down the street, killing any zombie that got in his way. A ghoulish creature staggered out from behind a car. He was on fire, and the smell of cooked ham wafted over.
Tom wretched at the smell, and watched as Bonzo leapt forwards, swinging the chainsaws in a close arc. The zombie stayed upright for a few seconds before the top half fell clean off in a squirt of congealing blood.
Jennifer Looked at ashton, He looked back at her They got out of the car, not wanting to lose their only method of transport they opened the doors and raised thier hands.
"get down on your knees, Hands on your heads" one of the soilders called over.
"sir, we don't have time for this why not shoot them now and be done with it" another trooper called out.
"I ain't lettin' no infected past me private, now go check for bites."
"sir, yes sir"
the trooper taking cover at the rear of the Hummer ran over towards them rolling up thier sleves and checking thier necks when he was satisfied their was nothing wrong he jogged back over to the vehicle
"nothing sir, they're clean"
"very well private, load the wounded into the back and lets get moving, decapitate the dead."
they began dragging the wounded soilders out of the flipped hummer and over to the other one, Jennifer and Ashton were still on the ground at this point one of the soilders still watching them. Another soilder produced a
sledgehammer out of the trunk and went back to the dead driver he pulled him out so he could see the head, then brought the sledgehammer down on his face. Jennifer winced as she watched a light splatering of blood hit him in the
face.
"WHAT THE FRACK WAS THAT FOR!" screamed jennifer calling for the office
"stops infection" called back the office "this virus is like something out of a horror movie, it bring dead people back to life, I suggest you get out the city though, you seen Independence day, where they blow up the city, well the flyboys gonna make that look like a party poper"
The hummer drove away, heading south along the main road.
Jennifer picked herself off the ground and headed over towards the flipped hummer, she opened one of the doors and looked inside, trying to see what see could loot. the inside was a mess, spent cases lay all over what was the ceiling and storage containers were scatterd everywhere. she managed to find some Items of value and took the radio from the dashboard, just in case.
[OOC: she found an M4 to replace her AR15, a CB radio, Some ration packs, A first aid kit, water, a torch, some M4 ammo and three hand grenades]
"lets get out of here, follow the soilders, they must have some sort of safe place" she said as she climbed back into the cab, Ashton looking around before joining her in the cab. she hoisted the CB radio ono the dash and turned it on a small stip of tape was stuck on the front reading "hitman two", that must of been the callsign of the Hummer, it would do for now.
Jennifer decided to use this callsign, "this is Hitman two, anyone, come in over"
Bonzo made his way with the party to the mall, brutally killing any zombie that came in his path with his new found best friend. He remembered his cricket bat with a sad longing... he missed it..... then he looked at his two new pals, they where much, much better.... and choppier!
After a journey of cleaving, cloving and cleaning they got to the mall, by which time Bonzo had managed to get his new clothes suitably bloodstained and filthy.
When they arrived he headed straight for a liquor shop.... it'd been hours since he'd had a drink and he'd built up a raging thirst on his journey.
"Alright we're going upstairs. And I need everyone to listen to me."
Smithy pipes up, "Who made you leader here? I lost my wife out there because of you. Why should we trust you?"
"If you don't want my help, there is a rope ladder going off the balcony, understand?"
Smithy grumbles a bit and goes and sits down.
"Daniel come downstairs with me will you? We need to figure out what to do from here."
Aleks begins to walk downstairs and Daniel follows. He leads Daniel to to the kitchen.
"I have a couple of questions for you Daniel. Is anyone injured, if so how and by what? Did you close the trapdoor on the way into the tunnels? You had a radio earlier, was it in a truck and if so why did you abandon the truck?"
"Not so fast man we just got in a couple of seconds ago. I don't think anyone is injured. Natalie was walking with a li--"
"Which one is natalie?"
"The little girl, she lost her father back there."
"I'm sorry to hear that but I need to know why she is limping, from what I've heard if you get bitten you become one so I don't want to chance it."
"You would kill a 10 year old girl?"
"No. I would kill one of those things that was a 10 year old girl."
There is an abrupt silence for about 15 seconds as the two men sit in silence Aleks looks at Daniel who then snaps his head up.
"What was your next question?"
"Did you close the trap door?"
"I'm pretty sure, we were in a hurry but I definately closed the door to the shed."
"Alright before we get to the next question we're going to go find out, okay?"
Daniel stands up rapidly, "Really?!" He exclaimed, "Why would we do that right now! We have bigger problems, we lost 13 people coming here a--"
they could both hear the scratching and out side the window by the breakfast table there was a man covered in tattered clothing clawing at the window. Almost in the same manner as the little girl was only hours earlier. The glass now had blood covered finger prints all over it as this creatuer was trying to get in.
"Shhhhhh. He knows we're in here, he can hear us. I'm going to go upstairs and shoot him. I need you to make sure he doesn't get through the window. Tat doesn't mean to shoot him right now, the glass is still a barrier no matter how fragile, understand."
Daniel nods and stands quietly waiting as Aleks disappears from sight and he hears some footsteps above him then a gunshot. The man outside the window slumps in an awkward position as the blood runs down the window. A minute or so later, Aleks walks back downstairs.
"So where were we, ahhh yes, we were going downstairs to see if the trapdoor was closed."
Aleks trots down the stairs to the basemement then turns and looks at Daniel
"Do you have a weapon that can be used with me and you standing beside each other?"
Daniel nods and points at the machete hanging from his waist.
"Okay, good." Aleks walks over and grabs a hand axe that is used for chopping up firewood and carefully approached the door to the tunnel. He can't hear anything from the other side, no scratching or clawing at the door. No shuffling of footsteps. He slowly removes the bar from infront of the door and opens it using the door as a shield. Infront of them is the empty tunnel with nothing but foot prints throughout it. As Aleks begins down the tunnel he can hear about 10 foot above the sound movement. As they close on the end of the tunnel the trapdoor is closed but left unlocked. Aleks goes and locks the door and heads back down the tunnel.
"All right, we are good from that front. Lets go back upstairs and figure out what we need to do."
Aleks and Daniel go back upstairs and sit back down.
"So what kind of radio did you pick me up on? Was it in a truck? If you have a truck or a vehicle we can work on getting to it and get out of here soon."
[OOC:] Ok, I'm physically drained right now and I don't think I can actually go much further right now. I just can't think straight. I'll keep it going later.
The Chevy Chevelle roared up the street,Strawberry swirved in and out of walking corpses bent on attacking the car like an olympic skier on a gold medal run.
"Stone!" Strawberry said with a hint of frustration in his voice " This is fething crazy man...we need to just get the feth outta town before we end up a buffet for these nasty mother fethers."
A zombie, who had been burned to a crisp, threw itself into the oncoming car,landing on the hood and clawing eagerly at the window.
" Get offa my car ya fething pusbag!!" Strawberry bellowed.
Tombstone turned and looked at the big bouncer,he rolled down the pasenger window and leaned his upper body out,tilting towards the hood of the car.
" Stone!..Stone! you insane feth..get back in the car!" Strawberry yelled.
" What's up crispy?" Tombstone said to the zombie,smilling pleasently " Can we drop you somewhere?"
The zombie turned towards Tombstone,a low guteral moan escaping from it's throat.
" Oh.." Tombstone said tilting his head " This is your stop?",he aimed the 9mm pistol at the zombies face and fired,the hollow point round blowing the back of the corpses head off and sending it flipping from the hood of the car and crashing onto the street.
Tombstone slid back through the window,glanced at Strawberry and grined an evil grin.
" Stone. Really man...we need to get out of here." Strawberry sighed "If we stay in this town...were dead men"
"Then we'll fit right in" Tombstone said with a laugh.
Before Strawberry could continue apealing to Tombstones sense of survival,the Chevy was cut off by a truck,or perhaps it was a car...Strawberry couldn't tell,he only knew the damn thing looked like it belonged in a fething Mad Max movie.
"Mother Fether!!" Strawberry exclaimed locking up the brakes and screeching to a hault.
The "Tank" in front of them paused for a moment and then sped away.
Tombstones eyes narrowed,his evil grim vanished.
" Change of plans Berry Berry" Tombstone said quietly " Follow them."
" Follow..What!..That thing!" Strawberry said in disbilief "...Have you complettely lost your mind".
He turned and looked at Tombstone,Tombstone looked back at the big bouncer...Strawberry followed the Tank.
Tombstone had only caught a quick glimpse of the young woman in the cab of the vehicle,but it was more than enough for him to recognize her as the daughter of one of the most powerful crime lords in this area.
" I want you to close the distance between us" he barked commands at Strawberry rapidly..."When we're close enough...ram them."
Strawberry stared at Tombstone shocked,he spoke
"Stone.if we ram that thing it'll tear us apart."
Tombstone looked at the big bouncer " We arn't trying to run it off the road" he said " We just wan't to get their attention...and get them to stop".
"I don't want their fething attention Stone" Starwberry said in a low voice.
Tombstone continued as if the big man had not spoken
"If they come out shooting" Tombstone said glaring forward " We don't shoot the woman...kill the rest if you have too,but ..." He turned to Strawberry " Not a scratch on the woman."
Strawberry noded,he knew better than to argue with this man,he gunned the big car up to 50 closing the distance between The car and that "tank"..
In the seat next to him,Tombstone was grining his evil grin....
Patrick swerved after getting off the street of the house he had shot at, throwing the car and stopping it at the side of the intersection.
He saw a fething beefed up car, you could almost call it a tank, fly past him.
He opened the glove box, and he took out an emergency pack of 12 grenades.
"Delicious..." Patrick said
He reloaded the G-L, and saw a gakky car go past him, and turned in the same direction as the "tank". It sped up rapidly.
"Not on my watch, biker bastards" Patrick said, assuming that the car was the bikers who had fled the house after he blew it to hell. He is probably wrong, but Jewman isn't in the correct state of mind right now.
He revved the car to 65 MPH, going after the gakky car and the "tank", he took a grenade in his hand, and rolled down the window on the right side of his car.
He was approaching the gakky car, but changed his mind at the last second.
He continued going, he was struggling to keep up with the "tank", but he was gradually catching up to the monster of a car.
Finally, he approached the back end of the "tank", waving to the passengers in the gakky car. No doubt about it, they looked like all that a biker COULD look like. No doubt part of the Satans gang he had heard of.
He was adjacent to the "tank" of a car. A woman was in the car, who he believed he recognized, somehow.
"Hey, missy" he yelled
She flicked him off
"AHAHAHA!" Patrick cackled in a high-pitched voice
"Art....is an EXPLOSION!" Patrick screamed as he took up his Grenade Launcher and fired it through the back window of the "tank", it landing firmly under the seats
Tombstone watched in amazement as a car barreled past their own,the driver glancing back at the two men with a look of mixed contempt and insanity.
Tombstone noticed the driver was armed with a grenade launcher.
" I think we may have found our friend,y'know...the one who blasted our bikes...and your house,oh...and your girlfriend" Tombstone said with a smile.
Strawberry slowed a bit.
"Berry" Tombstone said evenly "If you take your foot off that gas pedal...I'll take your foot off your body.
The Chevelle sped up to 65.
" Stone!" Strawberry yelled " What's that fether doing?"
Tombstone watched the man in the other car lean over and fire his grenade launcher at the armoured car carrying the woman...the projectile smashing through the rear window.
" Mother Feth" Tombstone hissed," Catch up Strawberry,and do it fast!"
Strawberry floored the gas pedal and roared forward.
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OOC:... Some pretty exciting stuff there.
I would suggest Karon and I refrain from any more post until Silver can read these and perhaps create an encouter/event post of sorts. just my opinion.
@ Ninja.
I'd jump out of your truck if I were you.
Also,I most likely will not be able to post again until 7P.M EST U.S time,,,I'd love to be around to post before any major fireworks go off in this particular encounter...if that's posiable.
K stares out his motel window in horror. Smoke is rising from where the hospital was. The Doctor was right, if he hadn't left at that time, he would have been in serious danger.
K left the motel, and returned to the mall, the door still open and alarm still ringing. There's no sign that anyone has been there. He went inside, and looked at the map. There were two guns stores. One was at the end of a corridor, next to a supermarket. The other, was on the side of another corridor, only a short walk away from where he was, it was close to the bathrooms and an entrance.
He decided to go to the one at the end of the corridor, as it would be easier to baracade and get supplies.
I will post a random encounter for you guys this evening when I get back from work.
I also just want to ask everyone if they think they are ready to move on from DAY TWO yet?
I didn't manage to get on at all last night and obviously I'm at work today so I don't know how far along everyone is. I will read last nights posts at work if I have time (I'm always busy at work wed-fri). When I get home I will also check who has not been posting.
I should be about halfway through. I still have to have K arrive at the gunshop, and I figured that he'd run into some other people who decided to baracaded it earlier.
OOC: Right, well me and great unclean one are in the mall aswell. IT seems clear from Drk's experiances. So, im gonna head for a gunshop aswell, whilst Keira's gonna go and get a change of clothes. Nurse uniforms wont do in a zombie apocalypse.
Guys, gak's happening with school, been ill today.. I really won't be able to post until about 4 or 5 PM on friday, which is tomorrow.. And I'm definitely not ready to move on, because of said issues.
So, should hopefully get something done atleast tomorrow. And I think a lot of the other players, I.E. Karon, FITZZ and Ninja, aren't ready either.
Tbh, noone (except cereal) is in a position to, quite literally for their characters, call it a night.
As I said, I was planning on moving onto DAY THREE tomorrow at 2200 BST, which gives you a whole 4 hours to write some stuff up
But as I always say, if someone wants me to delay the day progression, all they have to do is say.
There will be quite a few RANDOM ENCOUNTERS tonight which I hope will wrap up the day a little bit more as well, though obviously the scope will be there to extend the RP through tomorrow as well if the players involved wanted to).
Eh.. just imagined a truck appearing infront of the whole biker/psycho/criminal road rampage and fun stuff happening.. then they'd have to foot slog it away from a horde of zombies, and either kill each other or resolve their differences at a later date.
Or maybe I just want to see the potential threats to my character removed..
I think a grenade into your vehicle counts as PvP..
And it doesn't really matter as long as noone kills anyones' character without permission. Tbh, I see some of that coming later on in the thread if certain characters meet...
Eh, it's all DFG (dead-funny-good). Just jump out and explode his car, drive into a truck, ram him off the road, and then jump out (in the last three examples). Just go with it.
After all, if that's how he wants to play it.. (and who wouldn't if they were a psycho obsessed with japanese fictional characters and is armed with a grenade launcher??!)
I actually said "I'm OK with a bit of PvP, however, try to make it fair and give some good reasoned RP behind it please". But I think that I may ask anyone wishing to engage in PvP to let me do it as an event.
I'm going to do the encounter between the 3 groups in cars now (as I just got home). Since the grenade is already established, I will keep it in, but in future, please PM me if you want to PvP and I will write it up after doing an event.
And the armoury has been pretty well stripped by the army, so there will only be a few pieces of equipment and nothing cutting edge. Just things you would expect to find - grenades of various types, ammo, M16's, body armour etc.
Shadow glanced around. There wasn't much left at all. He grabbed an NBC suit, removed his body armor and got into the suit. He then replaced his bulletproof body armor on top of the NBC suit. He put his shotgun away in its holster on his pack. He strapped is combat belt on, attached a few grenades and his pistol in its holster, and put his hunting knife in a sheath on the front of his body armor that was strapped over his back. He then returned to the Lieutenant.
"So, where's this chopper? And what kind of support can I expect? Or am I doing this proper commando style?" he joked.
(if you can, write out the Helicopter journey and anything else you feel necessary)
The grenade arched through the air and shattered the rear window of the armoured vehicle and ricocheted under the rear seats. Jennifer and Ashton shared a look for a split second before reacting…
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Tombstone and Strawberry roared after the armoured car, ploughing through the small cloud of shattered glass caused by the passage of the grenade before it had even had a chance to hit the ground…
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Patrick swerved his car away from the armoured vehicle, giggling manically and gazing intently, waiting for the inevitable, glorious explosion. He could see the other car rocketing forwards, chasing the armoured car…
Ok chaps, I will shortly be sending out PM’s to everyone involved with several options as to how you can potentially react. As usual, please no discussing, and reply via PM. Also as usual, if you have a suggestion as to what you want to do, I may choose to do that for you if it is good.
Once I have all the replies, I will write out the RP. This may have to be played in several sections, depending on some of the replies.
Please be aware there is a very real possibility of PLAYER FATALITY in this event.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Shadow glanced around. There wasn't much left at all. He grabbed an NBC suit, removed his body armor and got into the suit. He then replaced his bulletproof body armor on top of the NBC suit. He put his shotgun away in its holster on his pack. He strapped is combat belt on, attached a few grenades and his pistol in its holster, and put his hunting knife in a sheath on the front of his body armor that was strapped over his back. He then returned to the Lieutenant.
"So, where's this chopper? And what kind of support can I expect? Or am I doing this proper commando style?" he joked.
(if you can, write out the Helicopter journey and anything else you feel necessary)
Maybe you missed this? If not, apologies, and I shall write more sometime. Feeling like crap right know though.. terribad cold..
Tom paused at the car park. The place was empty, except for a few vans parked near the entrance. Probably looters. However, from what he could see, there were no zombies. Not yet at least. The trio jogged across to an open fire exit, and snook inside.
“Ok, we can’t stay long, grab what you need, then meet back up at Mc Donald’s in fifteen minutes. Oh, and Bonzo, if you are gonna grab some boo’s, please don’t make yourself paralytic.”
Bonzo smiled mischievously, and set off in the direction of a nearby off licence. Tom glanced at Keira, who rolled her eyes. Tom and Keira then set off towards the map of the mall.
“Right, I’m gonna grab us some fire power, which is…. There.” Tom said, pointing at the little symbol on the map. “What are you gonna grab?”
Keira pointed at her blood stained dress, and then pointed across to the clothes shop nearby.
“I’ll grab the bare essentials.”
Tom laughed shortly, and then kissed. They split up, and headed in different directions.
Ghoooooooooosty.. do you realize what you've done? I foresee a random event involving Tom having to have to save Keira.. if he can. Or maybe I've just given Silver an idea.. either way..
OOC: Sorry I haven't been on in awhile. I was planning to meet up with the larger group of characters and I'm kind of glad I didn't try to do so earlier.
Anywho, no RP right now, but ghosty you do realise that the screw gun needs an air compressor to work right?
Sorry to hear that GES - good luck in your exams. Don't worry about not being able to RP. I will give you a suitably interesting death.
@ Eventees: I have all the options now but unfortunately am just about to go to work. I will write the results this evening when I get home. I hope you all enjoy the encounter.
And remember, there is a chance that one or all of the characters may die (or at least be seriously injured). Some events I will be rolling dice to determine what happens, so it is up to a higher power who lives and dies
Don't worry, a lot of it will be scripted, there are a few events within the RP which will have a chance to go more than one way. It is only if I roll really well (or badly, depending on your point of view) for several events in a row that there will be a death.
I have done it this way so that I don't seem to be molly coddling the characters to make sure that they will always live, but don't make it so I wipe everyone out straight away in one go
OCC: I'm pretty busy with the Inq game I just started, exams and an assignment due in a couple of weeks. This is mainly the reason why I put them in the vault thing a little while ago. I'd like to still participate in it, it's just that they're in there so I don't have to keep checking up one what the other characters are doing.
Still feel free to do the random events concerning them if you want, I'll still do those. Also, when I've finished the assignment I'll become more active in this. Probably use the guy's insanity as a plot device to give them enough reason to leave. So kind of withdrawing from it, but at the same time not. Too fun to just walk away from
OOC: I am very much looking forward to seeing how the curent situation involving Tombstone/Jennifer/Patrick plays out.
I'm off to work ATM,but will be back on tonight,hope my absence dosen't delay anything.
@ Fitzz: Nope, going to be at least another 4 hours before I get home, probably 5. Then I will have to find some time to write everything up, so it is going to be about 6 hours before I post up the event.
@ n0t_u: It's ok, participate as much as you feel able to do. As soon as you said you were bunkering up I had quite a few fun events in mind for your character, so I will run one of those later.
@ Drk - survivors will be fun to RP, though I do have plans for the mall which may make things even more interesting
@ Darkvoid - can't remember if I said or not, but if you could just RP storming the hospital to find the CDC guys, that would be great. I can do another event when you reach them if you want more direction, or you can freely RP if you have something you want to do.
No, you did not say so. Well, I'll get on it soon.. but I might have to make you keep it day 2 for another day - illness got worse, got a fever and had very little sleep last night, so there may well be no point me trying to write up some IC until I can think straight.
Jewman idled his car back just as the explosion ripped through the rear of the armoured vehicle; sending fragments of red hot steel raining down on the tarmac. The armoured car lifted from the road and began to roll; taking huge chunks out of the road and showering sparks everywhere as it tumbled out of control. He shouted with joy at the explosion and punched the air, causing his car to skid slightly before he got it back under control.
Inside the armoured car, Ashton was still strapped tightly into his chair – luckily the steel plates welded to the seat frame had protected him from most of the shrapnel from the initial explosion, however, as the car crumpled and span around him, he didn’t feel particularly lucky at all. His limbs flailed as the car flipped again and his right arm smashed against the door, shattering the bone – he shouted out in pain before mercifully blacking out.
Tombstone and Strawberry watched the explosion from literally a few feet away – their car was peppered with bits of fragmentation grenade and pieces of armoured car. Strawberry jammed on the breaks as the armoured car lifted bodily from the road and began to roll. The tires burst under the strain and the car began to skid out of control. With a great grunt of effort, Strawberry wrestled with the wheel, fighting to regain control – the engine made tortured noises as he revved the car trying to apply power – “Something in the engine must have been hit by the damn grenade” thought Strawberry, cursing Tomb for forcing him to get so close to the armoured car.
While Strawberry fought with the car, Tombstone turned in his seat, trying to see where the dark object he saw fly from the passenger door of the armoured car just before it exploded had landed. He could just see a shadowy figure sprawled at the side of the road. He grunted – the figure didn’t look in a good way and it would be annoying to have his plans ruined by something as inconvenient as the damn woman dying on him…
With an earth shuddering crash the armoured car finally lurched to a stop. The car containing Tombstone and Strawberry careened to a halt just a few feet away at the end of a long line of burnt rubber and scarred tarmac. Strawberry sat in the driver’s seat, trying to stop his racing heart from exploding. Tombstone opened his door and stretched, shaking the broken glass off his clothes as he did so. Reaching back into the ruined car, he brought out his guns and began walking over to the crumpled remains of the armoured car. His heavy boots ground the glass and shards of metal under his feet as he advanced. He could smell fuel and even hear the splash and gurgle of the tank emptying – he could also hear the pinging of cooling metal. “Better make this quick” he thought to himself as he looked in through a gaping hole in the steel plates protecting the driver’s compartment.
Jewman circled round a few hundred feet further up the road from the crash, crossing the central reservation onto the other carriageway and driving back towards it. “Best drive on the right side of the road, don’t want to get pulled over by the police” he thought to himself while giggling. He drove slowly with his knees so he could take in the devastation he had caused and reload his grenade launcher at the same time. He saw one of the bikers walking over to the remains of the armoured car and peer inside “Sicko” he though to himself, shuddering at the crassness displayed by the biker. “The enlightenment is in the explosion – not the aftermath!” he muttered as he drew closer. Then he spotted the biker sitting behind the wheel of the other car. He knew that fether! He laughed as he brought his grenade launcher up to fire. “Teach you not to let me in to your stupid club!” he shouted as he pulled the trigger.
Tombstone saw the car turn back and watched as the madman raised his grenade launcher. He faintly heard him shout something before he heard the grenade sail through the air over his head. He leapt for the road, loosing off a couple of shots at the car as he did so.
Strawberry was still trying to calm himself down when the windshield exploded. He had half a second to register what was happening and start swearing before the grenade detonated.
Tombstone was showered with glass and debris once again as Strawberry’s car erupted into a fountain of twisted metal and flame. Something wet splattered the back of his hand and he glanced down, seeing it was a bloody chunk of hair. “Motherfether!” he bellowed before leaping up and opening fire on the madman’s vehicle. As he fired he advanced to the concrete barrier protecting this part of the central reservation and took cover behind it.
The bullets cut through the air but were stopped by the engine block in Jewman’s car, causing it to splutter and die. Cursing he heaved the wheel over and slammed on the breaks. When the car was stationary he engaged the handbrake and climbed out, taking cover behind it. He checked his weapons and nodded to himself before jumping up and returning fire.
Ashton awoke with the worst hangover he had ever had. Damn, it felt like he was upside down or something. And why did his arm hurt so much? He tried to move and his arm let him know that was a really, really bad idea. He let out a shriek and blacked out again for a moment. He came round again – OK, so definitely not drunk. But why the hell was he upside down? His head swum as it came back to him. Driving along, an explosion, then rolling; rolling forever, then pain and blackness. He suddenly snapped back to the present as his sense of smell finally demanded his full attention: Petrol. He could smell petrol. And he was upside down. In a car. With a shattered arm. Feth… He glanced over at the passenger side but Jennifer was not there; he hoped she had got out, he remembered seeing her fling open the door just before the explosion. Though he didn’t think she would have done much better than him: They’d been going about 70mph and he didn’t think that anyone hitting the ground at that speed was about to have a good time.
Ashton began the slow process of getting his limbs to work again so he could get out before his day got any worse. Though he didn’t know if he wanted to go outside, he could hear the near constant rattle of gunfire, but he had to find Jennifer, it was his job to look after her; her father was really not someone you failed if you wanted to live.
Jennifer lay sprawled in the road; her limbs contorted in ways that nature probably did not intend. A drop of rain splashed her cheek. Another dot of rain followed. They left bloody streaks as they traced down her jaw and dripped to the ground. Seconds later the heavens opened and she was soaked by the downpour; her clothes sticking to her with a mixture of blood and rain water. She awoke with a start and cried out in pain and fear. She lay sobbing as the pain wracked her body and her tears mixed freely with the bloody rain. Eventually the tears stopped and she was able to move. Every bone in her body felt like it had been hit with a sledgehammer. She gingerly untwisted her limbs; nothing seemed to be broken, though she could feel her ribs grinding slightly as she moved into a sitting position.
She’d lost her gun and bag in her bid for escape, but she could see a lump in the darkness that looked like it could be her bag and she started to crawl towards it – each movement seeming to take a painful eternity. She could see a burning car ahead of her through the rain and she hoped it wasn’t Ashton; she had no idea if he had made it out of the car or not; she’d not paused to think about it before bailing. Now that she was paying attention to the world a bit more she could also hear gunfire, and lots of it. She tried to crawl faster – she needed to find something she could protect herself with…
Behind his car – which was starting to resemble Swiss cheese more than a car – Jewman reloaded his gun and prepared to fire another salvo at the remaining biker – Damn, this was fun! Just as he slammed another clip into place, he felt something cold and metallic press against his temple. “Freeze, donkey cave!” shouted Ashton in his ear. “Don’t make a move or I’m using your brains to decorate the road!” Jewman slowly laid down his gun and spread his hands. “You got me!” He said jovially, a big grin spreading over his face “Don’t shoot! You wouldn’t shoot an unarmed man, would you?” He tried to look over to the person who had their gun rammed into his temple but he was standing out of his line of sight. Surely it wasn’t the biker? Then Who? He didn’t see anyone else about. He tried to blink the rain out of his eyes but the downpour was so heavy he was half blinded.
Tombstone crouched below the lip of the concrete wall and listened to the man shouting for the mad gunman’s surrender and smiled. He’d watched him circle around the parked car and approach the madman from his blind spot. He cautiously peered over the central reservation before calling out: “Hey, I’m going to step out now – anyone tries to shoot me is getting an ass full of lead, followed by my steel toe capped boot, understand?” He waited a second before the reply came back “I’m not going to shoot you, and neither is this wacko, I got him covered.”
Tomb leapt the concrete barrier and strode across the tarmac to the parked car. He saw the madman sitting with a gun against his temple held by a man who appeared to have his arm tied up with duck tape fashioned into a crude sling – his face was extremely pale. Tombstone supposed that he was probably in one hell of a lot of pain from the arm – even with the uneven application of tape he could see it was bent in a way no arm should ever be. “Nice work. Now, where did you come from, eh?” The injured man nodded over to the armoured car. “I was in there until this fether decided to turn it into scrap.”
Tomb nodded. “Did the same with my wheels too – and Strawberry, the unlucky feth.” He saw the look of incomprehension in the man’s face but did not explain. “Where’s the woman?” he asked. Ashton’s face froze for a moment before he shook his head. “I don’t know, she bailed out of the car just before it went up.”
Tombstone pursed his lips as he thought. “OK” he replied and took a step towards the grinning idiot who had caused him so much trouble. “No one shoots at Tombstone and lives.” He punched him round the face, sending him sprawling on the ground. He didn’t get up but instead lay moaning on the floor. He turned back to Ashton “You keep your gun pointed at this feth and I’ll go find the girl. If he moves, shoot him.”
It didn’t take Tombstone long to follow the trail of destruction back along the road and find the girl. She lay huddled next to her bag unconscious. He sighed and checked that she wasn’t too badly hurt before he stooped and picked up her and her bag, carrying them back to the light caused by the still burning remains of Strawberry and his car where the others waited.
“We need to get out of here, somewhere dry and warm.” He scanned the darkness beyond the firelight and didn’t like what he was seeing. There was a mass of undead headed towards them from all around. It was clearest to the left and he nodded his head towards the gap and the bright lights of the strip mall on the other side “Looks like we’re going shopping. You.” He indicated Ashton “Look after that prick and follow me.”
Together they moved off as fast as they could towards the mall…
End of event!
There were no PLAYER FATALITIES, however, there was 1 SUPPORTING CHARACTER DEATH. Strawberry has sadly shuffled off this mortal coil.
I hope you have enjoyed this event, please feel free to post some C&C, as I want to know what people like and dislike.
[OOC: The mall is the one where K is currently mooching about in]
OOC: Delicious Silver, I loved how you portrayed my character. Lets keep in mind Jewman has some very deep pockets in that robe of his, and he'd made sure that his tools of grand art weren't left behind.
Patrick walked on, frowning. This is not what was supposed to happen. Ugh. He was being "escorted" by some bastard with a pistol, and one of the bikers who he'd failed to inadvertently eliminate.
He was sure that they hadn't noticed him pocketing grenades and his G-L into the pockets of his high-collared robe while he had spit lead as a distraction.
He saw the unliving shambling towards them. He couldn't say he wasn't a tad nervous. One had a gun was pointed at his skull, the other had a handgun drawn and kept pushing me along.
Patrick smiled and said "Do either of you enjoy....art?"
They both looked at him as if he was insane.
"Art: The Art of Explosions" Patrick elaborated
"Your one crazy mother fether" the biker fellow said to him "And what the feth are you wearing? Are you a cartoon character?"
"My name is Deidara, you bastard" Patrick spat, which prompted a cross to the face
"That hurt, you jerk" Patrick cackled
Tombestone noticed the unusual color in this madman's eyes. It was a darkish, greenish gray. Even looking at them angered him.
"You got some fethed up eyes" the biker told him
"fethed up? I think not. Unique, maddening. Yes." Patrick replied
"Get that pistol away from me, I'm of better use if you would let me assist in clearing our way to that building over there.
By now, the undead had gotten closer, and the gap to the mall was getting smaller.
The handgun lowered, and the man said "Fine, but no drastic movements, or your good as dead"
"Heh, that doesn't suite me" Patrick replied, whipping out his Grenade Launcher
He threw two rounds out of it, one on each side of the gap. The one on the left landed safely inside the zombies, tearing them apart and leaving them useless. Not really dead, but they were all on the ground at least.
The one on the right didn't land so safely. It hit one of them in the head and exploded, sending every one of them to the ground, and a few dead. However, shrapnel shot back at the three, missing the two, but a piece hit Patrick in the leg.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!" Patrick screamed as the shrapnel nestled itself into a fatty portion of his leg.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The biker asked
"I should be asking you the same question: do you not feel exhilaration when it detonates?" Patrick asked
"No, I suppose I haven't reached that level of insanity yet" He replied
"Pity" Patrick said
They ran for the gap, Patrick pulling out his handgun and threw bullets into the mass of zombies, the other two shortly followed suit.
They barely made the gap, the dead grasping at their feet.
They reached the parking lot, the dead not far behind them.
Halon had heard an explosion. Too small to be a building and too loud to be a firecracker. However it was a sign he had been hoping for, it sounded military in origin. Halon quickly pulled a U-turn and began driving towards it, another explosion guiding him. He heard more and even heard gunfire.
If it was military, then the zombies were getting close to them, but they would still have a better chance of holding them off.
He passed the mall, noticing a small group armed with pistols moving towards the mall, a number of zombies chasing them.
"Oh, feth me backwards." halon muttered to himself. Not only had his hopes of military support been dashed, but he now saw a chance to be a hero or a jerk. He thought for a second and sped towards the group, going over the parking lot's curbs. He stopped short of the group and prepared to fire on the zombie mob.
He had other things on his mind though, he hid the coke that had been in the SUV previously and rolled down his window.
"You guys going shopping in the middle of all of this?" Halon called out while waving them towards the SUV and pulled out the automatic he had found in the SUV.
Halon opened fire on the zombies farthest to the left of the small group of survivors, attempting to not hit any of them, hoping he would not regret it.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Guys, I'm definetely not gonna be able to do IC tonight.. maybe even tomorrow.. So hold off Day three, could ya?
Nice clear-up, Silver.
Also, when Day 3 comes, we should just continue and say it's midnight IMO.
I'd rather us not wait for you, since Day 3 already has been delayed enough. Just post a bit about how your guy went to sleep, or is mysteriously missing, blah blah.
You can back fill your time if you want, Darkvoid. I will not penalize you for doing so.
I'm going to do a quick scan of DAY TWO to see who has not posted, then I am going to do an intro for DAY THREE, which will be starting as soon as I have written it, so probably in an hour or so.
On DAY THREE the storm hits in more ways than one. Rain lashes The City and lightning lights the undead hordes shambling through the streets and consuming everything in their path. The weather and the significantly increasing violence has forced many people inside where they have fortified their homes. Others have sought safety in fleeing to the countryside or to other towns and cities. The mounting death toll and mass exodus has lead to a sharp decline in the population. Many buildings lay empty, their occupants either dead or gone.
DAY THREE also sees the panic hit the whole nation, with outbreaks occurring in every major city in the US. The army is placed on the streets where possible (so far desertions are minimal, although some soldiers have chosen family over country). The armed forces in The City are overwhelmed and fractured. They exist in small pockets and lack any clear leadership (the base was overrun with zombies in the late hours of DAY TWO), although some attempt is made in the course of DAY THREE to link up and break out of the city. However, this comes to nothing under the massed ranks of zombies coming into the city from the towns to the north over the course of DAY THREE (now stripped of all life).
The populace that remains is both highly aggressive and highly comradely, alternating between shooting anything that moves, and risking their lives to save others as the mood takes them.
Anyone in the north of The City will be aware of the huge numbers of zombies pouring into the city (please note that as the day progresses their numbers will increase).
Anyone near the army base, in the forces, or with access to an army radio will know the army base has been overrun.
Anyone in the south of town will know that lots of people are attempting to escape the city.
Local Information Large numbers of dead.
Most people flee or fortify.
All public services heavily disrupted or shut down.
Most large businesses closed. Small independent retailers may remain open.
National news stations running almost non-stop broadcasts about the troubles in the city.
Outlying towns wiped out.
Large mobs of zombies on the streets.
National Information There is a national news alert regards the violence and “plague”.
The story is featuring as almost the only news item nationally.
The government has put all of its arms on the streets where possible.
Zombies are active in almost all cities in the USA.
World Information: The world has issued an alert on the situation and is trying to come up with some kind of solution, however the plague is now widespread and most countries have infected population.
Most international news channels are running stories on the troubles through America and the rest of the world.
Zombies establishing a good foothold in many countries and have spread to a number of others.
Infection Status City – 40,000 infected, 19,000 zombies
Local – 120,000 infected, 45,000 zombies
National – 500,000 infected, 120,000 zombies
Global – 950,000 infected, 400,000 zombies
EVENT!
Scarp had been on the run for hours, ever since the hospital had burnt down. He was ragged and dirty, his scrubs covered in burn marks and dirt. He’d seen nothing but infected for some time. Seeking somewhere to rest he stepped into the lobby of a local movie theatre. It was deserted, although there were obvious signs of a fight – blood splattered the walls and there was what might have been a body behind the ticket counter.
Scarp’s stomach rumbled as his eyes passed over the snack counter. He walked around to the servers side and scooped out a box of popcorn which he munched on contentedly. The salted corn made him damn thirsty so he looked at his choices – some coke and other soft drinks in the fridge, some soft drinks on tap, or some slushie from the machine. Scarp rubbed his burnt skin and winced – slushi it was!
He grabbed a cup from the counter and walked over to the machine. The lid was askew but the machine was still on. Shrugging he poured himself a cup and took a long, refreshing draft.
Smiling he walked into the managers office and locked the door, stretching out on the sofa to get some rest.
He awoke some hours later in agony – his stomach was cramping and his limbs were numb and heavy. He vomited and voided his bowels, too weak and in pain to be able to clean himself, he lay in his own filth in horrid agony for the next 4 hours until he finally expired and shortly there after rose again.
Given the chance to look back on his life, Scarp perhaps would have wished that he had paid more attention to the slushie machine, even going so far as to have noticed the severed hand floating in the blue mixture…
End of event!
PLAYER FATALITY! - Scarp is now dead.
There are now 12 active players, 0 infected.
THIS IS A WARNING TO LORD-LOSS – YOU HAVE NOT POSTED FOR DAY TWO, PLEASE RP DURING DAY THREE IN ORDER TO REMAIN ALIVE. RP’ING DAY TWO WOULD ALSO BE GREAT IF YOU WANT TO BACK FILL YOUR TIME – A PM HAS BEEN SENT
Player: Karon
Name: "Jewman" (Not meant to be racist, I'm Jewish and that's what all my buds call me)
Age: 23
Appearance: Height 6'11", 247lbs, short slicked back hair, unshaved face, Pentagram Tattoo on the back of the neck, well built
Abilities: Medical Intern, knowledge of ballistics, 5 years of Tai-Chi
Equipment: Tek-9, Taurus PT92, Butterfly Knife, Two stainless Steel combat-made Drizzt Do'urden Replica Swords (they are so awesome), piece o' gak ford Jeep, first aid kit(not the gakky ones you get from walgreens)
Background: Drug Dealer, accomplished Martial Artist, grew up in the "hood" in chicago
Player: ghosty
Name: Tom Knight
Age: 23
Appearance: 6ft 2, Medium build, pale skin, sunken eye sockets, short cropped Mohican.
Abilities: Used to be a promising surgeon, until he became addicted to the morphine he was dishing out.
Equipment: Jeans, Vest top, 6 syringes of morphine, Scalpols, Spade (win!)
Background: Tom used to be a promising surgeon, after aceing medical school, and sailing through internship, he was apparently going to do great things. However, he became addicted to morphine, and was chucked out of the hospital. He ended up Living in a scummy apartment with three other druggies, trying to get high off of anything. Tom has a girlfriend, a nurse at the hospital, who has been trying to get him off his addiction for several months.
Player: Darkvoidof40k
Name: "Shadow"
Age: 26
Appearance: Short, dark spiked up hair. 6 foot one. Old war Scar across right cheek.
Abilities: Highly skilled marksman and pretty good in a fist fight (or otherwise, for that matter).
Equipment: Pump-action shotgun, semi-automatic machine gun, hunting knife
Background: Ex-military commando background, in it with "Spook" - a friend of Shadow's since childhood. On leave from his duties.
Player: halonachos
Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
Age: 20
Appearance: 6' 0", 207lbs, Short neatly combed hair, has muscle mass, but doesn't look like hulk hogan or anything like that.
Abilities: Marksmanship training, basic EMT training, some further medical training.
Equipment: M9 pistol, Mosin Nagant rifle, basic med kit (the kind you do get at walgreens). Air Force uniform pants and a plain white t-shirt with the phrase "Practice Safe Lunch, Use a Condiment." on the front. Also wears aviator sunglasses.
Background: Halon graduated from college and decided to join the air force to get into med school for free. He was able to bypass boot camp, but still had to meet airforce requirements on his own. Has no girlfriend and no pets with him as he lives out of state. Has a brother and a friend also in the air force. Brother is also out of state and in candidate school while friend is stationed in Qatar. Loves older WW2 firearms and planned on collecting them once he retired from the air force and joined a private practice as a trauma surgeon.
Player: FM Ninja 048
Name: Jennifer
Age: 24
Appearance: tall, slender, black hair
Abilities: athlete, can handle a gun, good at fighting
Equipment: Japanese Kantana, AR-15, Five Seven, Jack Daniels, Zippo
Background: Budding crime lord, Naomies Fathers contact in this town.
Player: c34r34lk1ll3r
Name: Aleksander
Age: 34
Appearance: 6'6", muscled build, 250 lbs, moderately long hair, blonde hair, green eyes
Abilities: Moderate occult knowledge, Minor Gunsmithing knowledge, hunting, wilderness survival
Equipment: 1997 Ford F-150, 2 Knives, Basic survival kit, 357 magnum, 12 .357 rounds, basic car repair gear
Background: Currently an automechanic. Ever since Aleksander was a child his parents have informed him that big brother is out to get him. He is extremely paranoid and never leaves the house without a minor survival kit. Aleksander lives a couple miles out of town and owns a mechanic shop near his house. If something goes haywire he is more than willing to bunker down in his home until the dust settles. Aleksander has a wife and 2 children: Rachael, Donovan, and Aaron; respectively.
Player: Scarper – FATALITY
Name: Scarp, seeing as we seem to be going the nickname route
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'1", average build. Dark brown short hair and stubbly beard.
Abilities: Emergency medicine and rock climbing. Little knowledge of weapons, but fit and able to get around well
Equipment: Limited medical equipment (think basic first aid, splints and bandages, few bags of fluid with delivery system, defib - enough to fill a rucksack). Rope, carabiners and rock shoes. Few tins of food, two bottles of water, insulin pump (!) with several weeks of prescription meds. Hockey stick.
Background: Med student, recently attached to local A and E, but new to the area. Member of local mountain rescue team back home. Diabetic.
Player: Lord-Loss
Name: Lord.
Age: 18
Appearance: 6"1, shaved head, some muscle.
Abilities: Basic weapon training, some medical training. Speciality is close combat, uses a mixturte of close combat martial arts.
Equipment: A pistol, I know nothing about guns so I'm going to say a "45." pistol, a baseball bat anda small hatchet.
Background: Lived in this unnamed town his whole life, he seeks adventur so he joined the army but he's home for the summer.
Player: Golden Eyed Scout
Name: David 'Dave" Mondello
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Skills: Basic first aid, classical wrestling training, decent marksmen, some parkour training, can come up with plans and ideas on the fly.
Equipment: Lighter, pocket knife, water bottle, skeleton hilt four inch knife, and KA-BAR.
Backstory: Dave moved from his small town in Pennsylvania with his family to The City a year ago. Though he formally wrestled and was on the rifle team, he has yet to engage in any team sports
at his new school. He still keeps his skills fresh by practicing at his home. He discovered parkour three months ago, and has slowly but surely gained some skill in the activity.
Dave is slightly paranoid, and often expects the worst, never leaving home without a weapon, even for school.
Physical Appearance: White, slight stubble, tired/bored looking eyes, dark brown hair, hazel eyes.
Player: Fitzz
Name: Tombstone
Age: 28
Appearance: Tall 6'7",pale skin,muscular,long dark hair,large scar on cheek,tattoos.
Abilities: Highly proficent with weapons of all kinds/above average fighter/moves quick and quiet.
Equipment: large switch blade knife,2 Baretta 9mm pistols (kept in duel shoulder holsters) plus 4 spare magazines & silencers,Harley chopper.
Background: Tombstone is the Satans Servents "hit man",when the "Satans" have a problem,tombstone is the man who settles it ,cold and ruthless, this man has no mercy.
Player: N0t_u
Name: N
Age: 20
Appearance: Average height, thin, blonde hair, huge red coat (for added protection)
Abilities: N was an extremely resourceful IT student before the outbreak occured. His teachers would say he was basically a lazy child prodigy earlier on in life, simply he was extremely smart, but only if the subject interested him. At the age of 10 he started practicing Battojustu, simply because it seemed interesting enough. At other times he has even converted pens into LED flashlights simply for the hell of it. Another hobby is Archery and given a choice he prefers a quiet bow over guns.
Equipment: Katana, Pen LED Flashlight, some first aid equipment, Bow, 50 Arrows.
Player: Great Unclean One
Name: Bonzo
Age: 40
Appearance: Balding, middle age, beer belly,
Abilities: Clown, damn good at drinking and has been in his share of scraps and brawls, especially with angry parents....
Equipment: Clown outfit, baseball bat, broken bottle,
Background: Works as a clown, has been slowly sinking into chronic depression, combination of living in squalor, being addicted to alcohol and being divorced and having next to no money left. He has taken to sitting in his apartment, drinking himself into a stupor and has not been booked for a fortnight, has considered suicide but realised quickly that he was too chicken even for that. He also has wild personality swings and can become extraordinarily happy one time but depressed at other times, he's confused, lonely, not the happiest clown that's existed.
Player: Drk_Oblitr8r
Name: Kevin "K"
Age: 17
Appearance: Sort of shortish, baggy black jeans, long sleeved black and green shirt, hair is dyed blue around his right ear, but fades into green towards the top and back of his head and maintains the green in the rest of his hair but has alittle regrowth of black hair at the roots and is roughly medium long, missing his left arm from the shoulder down.
Abilities: Is a brilliant tactician, is small enough to fit into some small gaps that others might not fit in, but cannot do anything that requires both hands
Equipment: Cola drink, Hamburger, a large box of random flavoured chocolates and a king chess piece which he wears as a necklace
Background: K was conisdered by many as a child prodigy in terms of chess. It was wildly speculated that he had never lost a game, and won his first game at the age of 2. By the time he was 16, he had won over 9000 Chess Tournaments. His parents, seeing the amount of money they could make out of him, didn't try to have any others, so they could focus on him. This, combined with the amount of attention he gained stopped him from being able to relate to anyone, which caused him to be rather shy, choosing to speak in as little words as possible.
CURRENT ACTIVE PLAYERS = 12
CURRENT INFECTED PLAYERS = 0
Tombstone felt his considerable strength ebb,after all he was carrying the woman,who was still unconscious,his weapons and a bag that felt as if it was loaded with bricks.
He glanced over at Ashton,decided that with his broken arm ,the man had all he could handle simply keeping an eye on that nut-job.
For a moment Tombstone considered killing them both,but decided he could probably use Ashton for back up..especialy since this crazy feth in the robe had iced Berry,that brought a wave of rage pouring over Tombstone.
Strawberry had been an excelent soilder,a fantastic shot,loyal to a fault and...damnit...a friend,Tombstone didn't have many of those...he wouldn't allow it.
He glared at the feth in the robe as he fired a grenade into a group of zombies,Tombstone begin to turn his MP5 in the direction of the nut case.
A large SUV raced past them and slowed,the driver yelling about "shopping" and fireing his weapon at a shambiling ghoul.
" I'll deal with you later" Tombstone thought grinning evily at the gibbering man in the robe " You wan't art?...I'll paint the walls with your insides."
" Move!" Tombstone barked at the group,running as fast as he could with his considerable load towards the SUV while snapping off shots at approaching zombies.
A moment later Tombstone was greatfully placing the woman into the SUV,his arm screaming with relife,he unslung the bags and threw them in the vehicle as well.
"C'mon!" Tombstone yelled at Ashton, who ran as fast as his injuries would allow,grimacing in pain with each step.
The crazy feth ran towards the SUV as well,Tombstone considered killing him again....but hesitated.
Seconds later they had all pilled into the SUV and were racing towards the mall.
I'm Halon" the driver said,a look of grim determination on his face as he swearved in and around zombies.
" Ashton" the injured man said glancing at the driver,the crazy feth started talking about "art" again and the driver looked at him with a mixture of ammusement and concern.
The driver glanced at the biker in his rear view mirror,he was reloading the magazines of his weapons.
" You got a name?" the driver asked the biker.
Tombstone looked up and grinned at the man... "Tombstone" he wispered with a smile.
The driver of the SUV screeched to a hault in front of the shopping mall,a group of zombies staggering and stumbleing towards the vehicle.
"Not here!" Tombstone shouted "You park here and you can kiss this rolling beast goodbye".
The driver nodded understanding and begin rapidly searching the area.
Tombstone spotted what they were looking for,a multi leval parking garage attached to the shopping center.
"There!" Tombstone barked,pointing towards the entrance,the driver sped in that direction.
A moment later they had reached the top leval 3 stories up.
"Those fething things shouldn't come up here" the driver said.
Tombstone tilted his head and smiled his evil smile "Some may,but I don't think many will" he paused and then shrugged " If I'm wrong...we can always jump." he threw his head back and laughed.
Halon had started regretting his choice almost as soon as the wounded guy hit the door.
He was now with 1 wounded guy, 1 crazy guy with high explosives, and 1 big scary biker guy.
Halon looked for a "1%er" patch on the biker and hoped he wouldn't find one.
As soon as they reached the top of the parking garage the biker began cracking jokes about jumping off of the 3rd story.
"You can jump if you want, I may be air force, but I still can't fly." Halon responded jokingly.
The biker stopped laughing and looked at Halon.
"Okay, then... uh, what should we do now? We could go inside and barricade the entrance we came in from or we could try to run over whatever we could to get out of the city." halon quickly asked to change the subject.
The biker began thinking, about what Halon didn't know. Halon just hoped he wasn't thinking about killing him.
Halon began rolling up his window and scanning the ramp they had just went up. Listening for anything that might indicate an issue outside or inside the SUV.
). There is a roumour on the news that the nation guard may be deployed to enforce order, but at the moment this is unconfirmed speculation.
For reference I Just read halonachos post about assumed positions and my character lives in a very respectable part of town on a small estate not in some "shady" area thank you very much. 
they got to the mall, by which time Bonzo had managed to get his new clothes suitably bloodstained and filthy.
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