<![CDATA[Latest posts for the thread "APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell"]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/10.page JForum - http://www.jforum.net APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell Here are a few changes.

1) There will be a narrartor. The purpose of the Narrartor is to make sure the story moves along at a good pace, that major plot moments happen as I dictate, and that nobody becomes superhuman in any one instance.
2) There are enemies. I don't want to give any spoilers, so I'll keep it vague. Enemies are as follows:
Humans who degenerated in the apoc and banded together to survive but are mostly insane.
Animals: Wildlife having it's fun in a practically humanless world.
Mutated Animals: Dogs, horses, any domesticated animal that could have conceivably escaped from it's shelter, the alphas have grown large and mutated, though with what, none know.
Environment: Rusty edges, harsh terrain, cruel wheather, nature is a cruel mistress. Watch yourself out.

3) Each chapter will unfold as I dictate. if one is forgetable and weak, it will be skipped over with an appropriate epilouge detailing what could have conceivably happend.

I will post more tommorow, but I'm tired right now.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1350211.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1350211.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell

so wanna get savaged by a mutated rabbit ^^]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1350650.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1350650.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
ghosty wrote:noice

so wanna get savaged by a mutated rabbit ^^

I don't know about you, but i'd prefer to die a more... honourable and less-ugly death. ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1350878.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1350878.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
ghosty wrote:noice

so wanna get savaged by a mutated rabbit ^^


You've been watching Monty Python and The Holy Grail haven't you?]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1351137.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1351137.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1351769.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1351769.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell RPG's I've been playing appear to have died now, I might well partake of this one.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1351778.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1351778.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell


What a brilliant name, must have taken a real genius to think up that. ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1351877.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1351877.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352341.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352341.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Lord-Loss wrote:
APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell


What a brilliant name, must have taken a real genius to think up that.


Yeah, Notice I didn't use your suggestion High ROAD to Hell.

For every body who wants to join up, this is the model of how your charcter should be set up

Name:
Age:
Physical Characteristics/Abilites:
History:

I have provided my own for those new to the game, and everybody that also took part in the last one (Unknown Apocalypse), provide yours as well as anybody who your are traveling with.

Name: David Mondello
Age: 15
Physical: 5' 5", Close cropped brown hair, hazel eyes, Three horizontal scars on left bicpep, scar on back of right hand
Abilities: Skilled climber, skilled in submission holds, knows how to perform a variety of pro wrestling techniques.
Inventory: KABAR, bayonet, small Bowie knife, small straight knife, H&K P2000 semi auto pistol with Tac Light and Laser sight, H&K USP pistol, C8 Carbine

Last Chapter: Headed down I-80 with Larry, Steve, and Harry, with Richard as a prisoner.

]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352404.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352404.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell Age: 21
Physical: 5' 11", Built well and muscular, has a history of military activity, blue eyes, close cut hair brown.
Abilities: History of tracking as well as skilled climber of trees and some free running experience, As we all combat experience in the military for 2 years.
Inventory: Machete (hardened black tempered steel) in back sheath, Dragunov sniper rifle modified for semi fire with extended magazines (Each magazine now holds 15 rounds) with an extra 2 clips gives me 45 rifle rounds, 2 Hand guns are Browning FN-HP-DAs with a total of 100 rounds, Rock Climbing gear (rope and climbing pick) small pack with army issued cargo pants and vest.


Location: traveling parallel to I-80 about 200 yards off the road in the tall grass and patches of dead trees, traveling north. ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352439.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352439.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352441.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352441.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352471.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352471.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
orkylooter wrote:can we only be human?


Yes. Deal with it.

Katavus wrote:So what time are we thinking that this game is going to start?


This chapter is about a month after the apoc, it is still unknown, because I have yet to reveal it.

I would suggest reading the original thread to understand this one better.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352511.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1352511.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Golden Eyed Scout wrote:
Lord-Loss wrote:
APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell


What a brilliant name, must have taken a real genius to think up that.


Yeah, Notice I didn't use your suggestion High ROAD to Hell.


*Goes to check PM's.*]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1353020.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1353020.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell

From PMs and dat wrote:4)I think you should restart the thread and rename it something like 'Apoc Roleplay- On a Highway to Hell' for extra coolness.

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Name: Tom
Age: 18
Physical fitness: Very thin, wiry, lean, whatever you wanna call it. Very Fast (previous life he was a cross country/ proffessional freerunner )
Abilities: Very fast, in this new world, where hundreds had dissapeared, he's basically the fastest man around. Able to outrun mutated dogs.
Inventory: Running shorts, vest top, shin guards and vambraces, metal pipe.

Im gonna do summit different. Because he's not a frikkin madman who kills because he can, and because he has no training, or any urge to use guns, he's a pacifist. He tries to solve things with words, and he isnt afraid to run froma confrontation, considering, as soon as he starts to run, he wont be able to be caught up with.
So dont try it

Last seen running along a country path singing to himself.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1353935.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1353935.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell always tries to make freinds.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1353938.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1353938.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Name:Larry Loss
Age:17
Physical Characteristics/Abilites: 6"0, medium lenght hair which is blondey brown,fairly experienced in close combat by now, several mediumish healing wounds such as large bruises etc.
History: Been through several horrible expriences so dont expect him to be cheery all the time. He has two pistols, a crossbow which he preffers using to guns and a wooden carved knife.

Im sure he could have picked up an extra gun and a crossbow for hunting etc in the one month gap in the story.

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Lord-Loss wrote:Im going to make several small changes to my characters hair, height and surname. I will highlight the changes, if there not ok with you Scout, then give me a shout.

Name:Larry Loss
Age:17
Physical Characteristics/Abilites: 6"0, medium lenght hair which is blondey brown,fairly experienced in close combat by now, several mediumish healing wounds such as large bruises etc.
History: Been through several horrible expriences so dont expect him to be cheery all the time. He has two pistols, a crossbow which he preffers using to guns and a wooden carved knife.

Im sure he could have picked up an extra gun and a crossbow for hunting etc in the one month gap in the story.



I'm not to keen on the extra gun (you only had a .32 revolver in the old thread,) or the crossbow. If you change it to compound bow I'd be happy. If you are dead set on another gun, i forgot to mention my Lupara
sawn off, so if you desire, you can have that or the C8(canadian M4).

And ghosty, I don't exactly like the look you give your character, as it's very snowy in the apoc (PA gets alot of snow in winter.), and dogs hva efour legs. You might be able to get a few yards outpacing them, but tow legs fail compared to four.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1354828.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1354828.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1354992.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1354992.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Dave struggled over the pile of snow, cursing all the while. His hands were freezing and he regretted not taking a pair of gloves from the store. He laid his hands on the holsters of his guns, which were
tied down low on his thighs like a gunslinger. He pulled them out as he crested the snow drift. Cars had been arranged to form a barricade, with pieces of sheet metal and crates stuck in between them to
close up gaps.

Dave turned and slid down the snow drift.

"We still got Molotovs?" Dave asked Harry.

He nodded, and pulled out two.

"Shee-ite." Dave spoke. Not enough weaponry to take out whatever had fortified that area.

Dave revealed what he knew from his scouting sortie.

"If we try and move around them, we'll be wasting precioucs time and supplies. We can see if their friendly. But we don't know if they shoot on sight." Dave theorized.

They looked at each other, then back at Dave.

"What'd you have in mind?" Harry asked him.

"I was thinking we would have Rich run towards them, still tied up, and see what happens. He dies, fair enough for killing Steve." The others besides Rich winced. They knew he was trying to keep his hurt in.
He didn't do that good a job.

Rich groaned. 'I didn't kill him dammit! Not on purpose."

Dave flipped him the bird.

"Do you wanna die now, or later? Trust me, if they turn out to be cannibal rapists, I'll put you down with your own gun."

Rich groaned again, knowing that he wanted to live longer, even if it was just a few moments. They tied his hands behind his back, and set him off with a bs story to tell if whoever behind the barricade was friendly.

Dave watched through the ACOG scope of the carbine what happened. Figures emerged, taking Rich back in as prisoner. Hitting him more then Dave had either.

He slid back down the slope.

"We're in. You gutys come up with a plan for how we bust him out and get ways from these pyschos." Dave explained about the symbol he'd seen. A tilted X with bars flying out from it. A swastika.
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When he approached the road after 15 minutes of taking in the surroundings he noticed a coach bus that had a second level and he decided to get a good view from that vantage point. As he set out to get to the coach he heard a crunching of snow and he dropped to the ground and laid flat, hoping that there would be no incident but decided to take the safe way and withdrew his machete and held it in a steady palm and wished that this situation would just fade out.

When he finally decided to look out around the car he had been leaning up against he noticed that there was nothing there. After feeling like a complete and total idiot he decided to carry on towards the double deck coach bus. Once he forced his way onto the bus he traveled to the second floor and found on of the windows to the back of the bus was able to open, as he slide the window open just a crack he took a nice look out the window to find not to his surprise nothing of real interest but decided that taking a rest in this area would not be such a bad idea.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1355515.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1355515.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell OOC: dear scout, have you ever had to out run a dog before? 4 legs maybe more than 2, but 2 human legs are better evolved for sprints. And tbh, dogs give up quickly, again if you have been chased you would know. So a fast runner could outrun a dog sufficiently for it to give up. And im sorry i didnt know it was winter.

clothes will be changed accordingly to thicker, warmer clothes]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1356929.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1356929.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
"They might have weapons and we don't want to hit Richard" Harry replied, deep in though.

"Speak for yourself...." Larry muttered.

"Who would think Nazi's of all people who survive the Apoc, huh" Dave groaned "Just our luck, a load of Wacko's"

Larry was staring down into the barrier, looking for holes in the piles of rusted cars, or weak points. Suddenly a black silloute apeared in the window of a double decker bus.

"Hey... Guys... Guys... there's someone in that bus!" Larry stuttered.

A second later Dave glanced around and pointed the sniper at the Bus, but as quick as the silloute had apeared it was gone. "Its, Its gone!" muttered Larry. "Was probally my imagination"

"Well make sure you see something real next time, ok?!" Dave said annoyed.

"Yeh... sure" Larry replied, his heart still thumping from the fear that hit him when he saw the silent figure.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1357381.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1357381.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
He dropped to the floor and started to head toward the stairs he decided that these men looked like they were regulars as he had come to call people who hadn't gone mad during the apoc, in hopes he was right he decided that sticking around in his current position couldn't hurt.

However he wasn't going to take any chances he knew if they had seen him they may come to check it out so he decided to create a warning system that was made of metal scraps attached to a trip string, nothing complicated but would get the job done if placed correctly and out of sight like on the stairs up to the second floor. So if they did decide to come check it out he might get a heads up if they were there.

As he set up the warning system he noticed that the fortified position had started to move with activity, wondering if the group had tried to make contact and decided that maybe he could lend a hand if it went to hell, which tended to happen alot since the winter came.

"Well time to set up with a good position that would provide a good view."

Lets see what happens.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1357459.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1357459.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
No matter what you do the wind always seems to find a way to drive that crisp frosty air through the thick layers of cloathing and force out any sense of warmth that might have been. With his leather gloved hand Eli pulled his flowing black trench coat closer in around himself trying in vein to keep the freezing air out and the warmpth in.

The snow crunched under Eli's boots as he walked along the broken and unused highway, his breath comming out in puffs of vapor in the cold winter air as he hummed a lighthearted melody to himself. He couldnt remember the name of the song or where he had origionally heard it, but somehow humming it helped him forget just how alone he felt.

Eli shifted the weight of a loaded OD Green backpack from his right shoulder to his left. Various objects could be heard clinking and shifting around from inside the old alice pack as he did. Strapped to the side of the old alice pack was a shotgun scabbord. A pistol grip for a super shorty could be seen sticking out of the end of the small holster within easy reach if needed.

Up ahead along the side of the road two cars could be seen that had collided into each other. Eli pulled the frosty goggles off his eyes onto his forehead to get a better look into the one car that still looked mostly intact. The other one looked as though it had burned and he doubted that he would find anything of value inside its charred remains.

Useing his forearm, Eli cleared some of the cold snow off the windows to get a better view of inside the car. In the drivers seat the remains of a man could be seen slumped over the steering wheel of the car. His flesh already sunken and stretched as he was slowly being mummified inside the car. On the backseat he could see brown paper bags filled with frozen food that was black with decay.

Eli pulled on the drivers door handle and opened the car door, which creaked in protest as snow fell away. The smell of decay wasnt as bad as Eli thought it was going to be. However if the weather were warmer he was sure that it would be almost unbearable to stand. Covering his nose with one hand, Eli rummaged through the mans pockets with the other before searching the rest of the car.

In the back of the car wrapped in a brown paper bag, Eli found a bottle of Everclear which he added to his pack. He also found a box of fine cigars that were in good condition and a zippo lighter that was in the mans coat pocket. He pulled one of the cigars out of the wooden box before stuffing the rest into a side pocket in his alice pack and put it in his mouth. With a metallic snap a flame danced and flickered in the cold winter wind casting shadows on Eli's unshaven face. Eli used it to light the cigar in his mouth and with a flick of his wrist the little orange flame was no more as the lid closed down upon it snuffing it out.

With a long drag on the cigar which produced a bright orange glow on its tip, Eli reached up and pulled the frosty goggles back down over his eyes and started once again walking down the long, cold road toward toward the now setting sun with nothing but the sound of the wind blowing and the snow crunching underfoot to keep him company. ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1359084.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1359084.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
He was impressed. Most of the people looked dead, like zombies. They did what other, more energetic, people told them to do. It appeared they were pretty well off. They had lots of canned food, but they never left the barricaded camp.

He took in every sight through the binocs. Where they had set up sheet metal and large branches to make simple houses. They had used Chain link fences for what he called "The Zoo."

It was filled with the dead and the dying. He could see several ethnicities. Black, Asian, a few white people that he supposed were some other faith that the barricaded Nazis didn't like. It didn't matter that the Nazis had taken in Rich. They had corraled everyone that they still thought was inferior and slowly let them die of exposure, dehydration, or hunger.

He would not mind going in there guns ablazing, lighting the whole damned compound up brighter the the Fourth of July, but he wasn't stupid. At least not THAT stupid. He had seen guns. AK-47s and AR-15s.
He laughed when he saw an Uzi.
Harry looked at him, wondering what he found so damned funny about this.

"THe Nazis are using a JEW weapon! HAHAHAH!" Dave gasped in between laughs.

Larry and Haryy slowly came to understand what was so funny, and there laughs soon joined his. But Dave put his poker face on, and immeadiately the laughter stopped. He turned back to the binocs, and continued his scouting. He counted every single weapon, he used his limited knowledge of bullet sizes and types to match it with the weapons, he looked to see if they had any heavier armaments.

After threee hours, Dave stopped his most recent scouting mission. He sketched a rough map in the dirt of the compound, labeling areas he thought were important. In total, he ahd labeled an armory, the Zoo, a mess hall,
and a few cleverly hidden watch towers. If, when, they struck, he had marked how they were going to carry out his plan.

"So why're killing them? Yeah they got Rich, but we didn't want him to begin with." Asked Harry.

"Because numbnuts, they have hostages. We go in, we unload a few clips in their general direction, and we get the feth out."

Harry and Larry nodded. Dave had a way of making things very simple. As well as callling you numbnuts.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1359693.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1359693.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Keira was standing there, her hand against his cheek, smiling serenely.

Sitting up, Tom groaned, and spat some blood from his mouth. He’d bit his tongue hard and it was now bleeding profusely. It took him a moment to realize where he was, and then he was up again, running hard. A bullet whipped past his cheek, and he laughed. They’d caught up with him. Bobbing and weaving through the parked cars he dodged his assailants firing arcs. It all seemed like a game to him. Skidding hard, he swerved round a corner, and in a flash, he was off towards the tree line. He tripped suddenly, on something protruding from the ground. It was an emaciated hand, sticking out of the snow like some obscene flower. He stared at it long and hard, before he glanced at the ground around it. All the tell tale signs were there. He was kneeling on a mass burial sight. Corpses chucked into pits 10 deep, left to freeze together into a congealed mass. Shivering, he clambered to his feet, and dodged a stray round. They were still trying to shoot him. Tom leapt headlong into the foliage, and presently he was jogging through a copse of trees, their branches bare, clawing at the skyline. He slowed down and began to look around him. Whenever there were corpses, there were dogs. He stopped in a clearing, and caught his breath. Chuckling to himself, he pulled out the object he had stolen from his pursuers. It was a small lighter, molded to fit snugly in someone’s hand. His hand now. He looked back round him, to see if he was followed. No one was there.

Something growled to his left.

Time to start running he thought.

Tom slid down the side of a snow drift, panting heavily. These dogs weren’t giving up. He began to run through a large field. About halfway through he looked back. He wished he hadn’t. A pack of 6 dogs had just slipped from the tree line, tiny black smudges in the distance, but they were closing fast. Tom turned and began to sprint harder than he had when he was being chased by the men. The snow was deep. He kept stumbling. And like an addiction, he kept looking over his shoulder, only to wish he hadn’t. The dogs were closing fast.
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With it came the first golden rays of sunshine which bounced and danced off the frozen snow casting away the fridged night which Eli had walked through almost non stop. Eli had come across several more vehicles during the night and managed to salvage more items that he deemed would be either useful or vital to his continued survival out here in the frozen wasteland. His old alice pack bulged and strained to contain the added bulk of his new found treasures and the added weight was starting to take its toll on Eli. He would need to stop soon and rest, the problem however was finding somewhere secure to do so.

The sun continued to climb overhead in the grey overcast sky and was almost directly overhead when Eli spotted what he was looking for. Up ahead near a vast field near a wooded area along the road was a grey and white cinderblock service station that appeared to be nearly intact. It looked as though even in its prime it was abit rundown, with the outside paint peeling and chipped, the sign faded and nearly falling off, and the wooden shutters moaned in protest as the wind blew them slowly around on their hinges.

Eli smilled to himself as his boots crunched at a faster pace as he broke into a light jog toward the wooden door at the front of the station. Just short of it Eli stopped and with one gloved hand pulled the goggles up off his eyes back onto his forehead and with the other pulled out his super shorty. With one swift kick that sent splinters of wood cartwheeling into the room the door was open leaving Eli's black sillouett standing in the doorway with whisps of snow swirling around him. He stood there for a second, letting his eyes adjust to the dim lighting inside before he stepped into the darkened gloom.

Inside the sound of the wind was no more then a dim roar as Eli's eyes looked around the room he now found himself standing in. The area around him was almost completly trashed. Shelfs lay toppled over with their contents strewn wildly around on the cold tile floor and several of the false cealing tiles had fallen out and lay broken here and there. Eli could half smell the decay before he saw the pair of legs sticking out from under one of the bigger piles of junk.

With his shotgun in hand, he moved to his left down a small dirty hallway passed the restrooms and through a swinging door into a large four car service bay. The bay itself was empty of any vehicles and had various work stations set up that were littered with tools and parts for various things. On one of the walls a bunch of fan belts hung flat against a yellow and blue Napa backdrop. It was clear that nobody had been here in some time, and Eli set quickly set about business.

Moveing some 55 gal drums around and some of the tables, Eli barricaded all the doors and windows that were not locked or were exposed to the outside. Then pulling one of the cleaner tables into the center of the room, he unshouldered his pack and with a loud thud dropped it onto the table. He then opened it and dumped the entire packs contentes out into the open and started to arranged the various items and bundles of stuff into its proper place. Canned Food, Ammo, some tools, a first aid kit, a few bottles of liquor, his cigars, a mess kit, water, plus numerous other items could be seen on the table. He then uncliped a surplus sleeping bag off the bottom of the pack and rolled it out onto the bare floor.

Eli made a fire near his sleeping area out of some wooden pallets that he found and broken into smaller pieces. He made sure to keep a window open at the other end of the room so the smoke had somewhere to go. Useing a cleaner flat of metal propped up on two jack stands, he soon had a cooking surface and soon the smells of coffee and some canned meat from the front of the store could be heard sizzling on the hot metal.

Eli seated himself on his sleeping bag letting the warmpth of the fire and the aroma of a hot meal seduce him. He let out a deep sigh of relief for he knew that soon he would be getting some much needed rest and a belly full of hot food. However, his shotgun was always within arms reach and Eli never fully let his guard down. He knew that many dangers lurked around every corner in this new world of his..... and he knew, that no matter what, he would see the end of it.

One way..... or another.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1367576.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1367576.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell revolver and just plugged a hole in the young woman's chest. Dave closed his eyes, and said a short prayer for the girl. The others rushed over, trying to find out what had happened.

They looked at Dave. He looked down at his feet, ashamed. They were surprised at this sudden turn of events. When he looked back up, they saw a familiar light in his eyes. The fire of a man possessed.

"We strike tonight. Here's the plan."

Dave outlined the plan. Harry would remain where he was, and provide over fire with the C8.

Larry would use his compound bow to take out the guards on the tower, and his revolver to get the woman and children into the mess hall where Dave would figure out what to do with them.

Dave would take down all those armed, make sure to put Adolf down nice and slow, and set the prisoners in the Zoo lose.

He outlined all the avenues and streets that had been made by the Nazis to make their compound. Harry climbed a tree, finding a place where branches met together allowing him to rest comfortably.

The moon shone that night, providing light, reflecting off the snow.

Larry let lose with one arrow, taking a man right in the chest. He stood there for a few moments, shocked. In that time, Larry let another two lose, one more in the mans chest, one in his neck.
He crumpled to the floor of the tower. He quickly turned his bow on the other tower, located to the north. he was less succesful. The man fell out, landing with a loud "Uff!" and then followed by cries.

Dave rushed the front of the compound, Lupara in his right hand, P2000 in his left. He came upon two men, standing in pajamas, loudly wondering what was happening.

Dave's fired six shots. Two in each man's chest, one in eachs head. He heard shouts, and knew that their surprise factor was gone. Dave rushed through the streets ("Funny how one tries to make things familiar" Dave thought.)
He heard shots from the C8, saw the muzzle flash up on the ridge, and heard three men shout in agony.
"Damn Harry's good!" Dave shouted, purposely trying to draw attention to himself. He saw three shadows round the corner, and trained his Lupara on where they would be standing, and fired in the next instant.

Larry kicked in the door to one of the houses. A woman jumped up, and he brought the revolver down on her temple, and she fell, hard. Immediately Larry felt ashamed. He'd been raised his whole life not to hit women.
That feeling went away when another woman jumped on his back, arms wrapped around his throat, nails scratching. Larry tried shaking her off, but he was fading, fast. He backed into a wall, and she loosened her grip, just enough for Larry to shake her off. He truned, and saw her grab a chair he had knocked over, and she lifted it to him. He squeezed the trigger before he knew what he was doing.

Harry looked around franticlly. He was frightened, and didn't know how many more people he could shoot at. He felt terrible. This was different then killing dogs who tried to maul him. Sure they were Nazis, but they were still human beings, right?
He pulled the trigger nonetheless, determined to make sure Dave and Larry would be alright. Tears streamed down his face as he did so. He didn't think he could ever look anyone in the face again.
What would his family think? He didn't feel the tears slowly freeze on his face.

Dave didn't know how many enemies were left. He had put down seven, and if things were going according to plan, Larry had put down another two, while Harry had taken at least five.
Dave saw the Nazis retreat to the mess hall, about fifty yards from him. They were blindly firing, unsure of where the attack was coming from. Dave snuck up to the side, where they could see him. For the most part, the gunfire ahd dies down.

Five minutes of blood and stupidity

Dave found the old addage rang true. The fight could have gone either way. He inched his way to the front, and looked in a makeshift window He could see about twenty men, some injured, while others were perfectly fine.

Feth me. Dave thought.

He reloaded his Lupara, and pulle the Molotov out of his pack. He lit it, knowing full well they would see it and fire immediately. He dove away, chucking the bottle inside. Seconds later, he heard rapid fire weapons tear through the currugated steel sideing. The bottle exploded, and Dave felt the heat at his back. He rolled back, and fired blindly into the window. Dave dove again, this time to the opposite side, and fired the remainder of his clip. He holstered the P2000, and drew his USP. He kicked in the door, and immediately fired. He saw four figures drop, and took in how many were still left in an instant.

Six. Dammit. He realised his mistake too late. he'd commited himself, and was gonna die.

Feth it. Go down guns blazing. Leave a legacy of lead and grief. He charged in, shoicking the Nazis. His pistol roared, deafining in the small space. Another two fell, and the four scattered, kicking over tables to hide behind. Dave took a note outta their book, and did the same. He reloaded as fast as possible, and drew his other handgun.

What I wouldn't give for a grenade. he thought.

"STOOOOPPP!!" Dave heard a commanding voice yell.

"We won't shoot if you come out, hands up."

Dave considered his options carefully. He deepened his voice.

"Eat my seed."

He popped up, and fired both pistols, He saw the wood splinter, smelt the tangy metallic odor of the gunpowder. He felt intense pain as a round dug it's way ointo his right shoulder, glancing off the bone.
It spun him around, and Dave dropped, clutching his body.

Thats it then? This is how you go out? Like a punk, whining for his mommy? Oh, wait, you don't have run. You buried her, remember. Pansy. Get up. GET UP. That's it. Take 'em with you.

The voice in his head continued to insult him, driving him to fire one last round. He caught two more, before he fell backward, a round cutting clean through his stomach. His pistol fell away. His vision narrowed, and he forced himself to open his eyes.

He rolled over, and crawled towards the pistol. He dimly heard voices, as though he was listening to a tunnel.

"This is it? This the bastard who nearly took us down? This the one that tried to ruin the Aryan reclamation of Earth?" It was the same man. Dave was going, going, not yet gone.

He grasped his wound with one hand, the other pulling him along.

"Let's waste him Jonah. He's still going for it." said another, more eager voice.

"No. Let him keep trying. Teach him an exercise in futlity."

He was only two feet away now, and he was losing feeling in his hands. Not good.

He rolled onto to his back, and fixed the eyes of the man who looked like Hitler, Jonah.

His throat hurt, it was dry, but he forced the words.

"F*ck you." Dave let his head drop against the floor, and stopped his breathing. He closed his eyes.

They took the bait. The one called Jonah, the one who looked like Hitler turned his back. So did the other one. Dave acted fast, doing his best to get one last tally in his Win column.

He drew the knife. He tossed it up. Caught it. And threw it at the back of Adolf. It lacked power, lacked damaging ability. But it did it's job. It stuck into the kidney of Jonah, who screamed in agony.

Dave smiled, his teeth slick with blood. His left hand rose, and he gave the men a one fingered salute.
They were shocked. Using a last bit of adrenaline, DAve shot back, wrapped his right hadn around the grip of the gun. It hurt, but he forced himself to move. He lifted the gun. He squeezed tthe tirgger, emptying the last
of the clip.

Three more bodies lay amoungst the floor. Some were burnt or burning still. Other had been turn apart by lead. Only one wore a smile on his face.


Larry shook himself back. He turned, and left the hut. He heard people crying, and saw the mess hall burning. He rushed to it, and heard Harry yelling.

"Dave's inside! He might be hurt!"

It was an understatement. Dave had three holes blown in him. His guns ahd scattered, and he had landed on his pack, shattereing the last Molotov. They administered first aid, and left to free the prisoners. They found Rich amoungst them.

'Long story, I'll fill ya in later. Where's Dave?"

The prisoners followed them to the mess hall. An older Indian woman stepped up, claiming to have been an ER doctor.
She set the others to find medicine, and she began to treat his wounds, seeing if the bullets were still inside.

Dave awoke. His body ached, he was hungry, and he was only in his underwear. Dave sat up. He had been lying on one of the tables of the mess. He heard talking outside, and swung his legs over the edge of the table.
He stood up, his head swimming. Fighting to maintain balance, Dave walked to the window at the front of the mess. He looked out, and saw people, colored people, milling about.

"Oh thank God and the Man Jesus." He whispered to himself. At least they had succeeded. He fell backwards, passing out. He wore a sly little smile.
]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1367984.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1367984.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Zeke assumed that the group had used a decoy or some form of informant to get some rudimentary knowledge of the base of operations. This came to Zeke as a possibility.

"If i follow these people for a long enough time maybe...... just maybe...... i can get more information about what the hell people are going to do in this world." He had seen looters rabid and crazy dogs, and now Neo Nazis that think the world is theirs for the taking.

Zeke did feel better about the 2 guards he had taken out in order to keep one of the assaulting squad from being flanked, he hoped in a sort of heroic way that they found his two kills and figured out they were being helped, but hey can't get everything can you.

As dawn approached and Zeke lay half asleep wondering if they were coming for him now or later, he decided to go and get a closer view of the camp, possibly grab some provisions that no one would miss, crackers, clean water, and maybe some form of protein. As he collected his stuff form the bus he decided that he better double time it just in case they decided to move out earlier than 0600 hours.

Zeke took a clean pace out over the snow covered ground, he hoped and prayed to whatever god did exist, didn't want to anything to do with him. ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1368495.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1368495.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell

I will write some stuff up tommorow, been away this weekend.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1372236.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1372236.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell OOC: I like the idea for the bus and hope there will be a couple more posts soon, really liking this forum.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1376719.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1376719.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
(OOC: Is twenty ok? It's a fairly flexible number and strangely enough it's the perfect amount that could fit on a bus with room to sleep and storage. *Hint, Hint, Nudge, Nudge*)

]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1377736.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1377736.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Lord-Loss wrote:Larry watched Harry kick through the remains of one of the Nazi sleeping dorms, searching through draws, under beds and tearing swastika's down from the walls as he progressed through the room. Watching Harry made Larry feel kind of lonely, with Dave still in the make shift medical ward they had made in one of the largest dorms. There were twenty something survivors from the prison camp the Nazi's had set up. They didnt know what to do with them and with their current leader not well, someone had to take the lead. That someone was Harry, who for the last few days had been directing there small group of surviviors while Dave and a few other innocents, who were captives of the Nazi's, healed up.

(OOC: Is twenty ok? It's a fairly flexible number and strangely enough it's the perfect amount that could fit on a bus with room to sleep and storage. *Hint, Hint, Nudge, Nudge*)



I'm sorry to crash the party for the bus, but I'm throwing down my narrartor hammer. If you recall in the first thread, I said cars would be impractical considering all the other stalled vehicles.
Also, I had an idea involving the settlement and the prisoners, in order to keep the rp going with only PC's and enemy NPC's so that it'll run nice and smooth.

I'll try and avoid using my power as narrartor if an idea can feasibly work, but if I believe it nescessary, I will put a stop to something.


Dave groaned as he tried to sit up. Damn, his stomach ached like he'd drunk three kegs of beer and six bottles of tequila.

"Mexico and Ireland are at war, looks like your stomach is the battle ground." He mumbled, and chuckled, despite the pain it caused.

The old Indian woman glanced at him, holding a syringe.

"Don't mind me darling. Just the ramblings of a failed comedian."

She cocked an eyebrow, but let the subject go.

"So, what's the damage doc?" He asked. He had seen the stitches in his tomach, the gauze wrapped about his shoulder. It was redundant, but he needed to ask it nonetheless.

"You recieved five gunshot wounds. Four in the left side of you abdomen, one in your right shoulder, which narrowly missed an artery. You also sustained multiple small
lacerations across your chest, the back of your legs, and your back. Also, your left bicep suffered third degree burns from your Molotov, but probally failed to notice it.
Your treatment, if you want to call it that, will be short, as you have already regained consciousness much sooner then expected."

She spoke fast, and had a trace of an accent. I spaced out on the rest of what she planned to tell me of my recovery program.

"Well thanks for everything Miss, but I gotta go." Dave got up, and swayed slightly.
The indian woman moved towards him, though he pushed her away, and refused the needle.

He found his pack laying against the wall, with his clothes. They had cleaned them as best as possible, though his shirt was now more burgandy then white.
He pulled it on slowly, careful not to agravate his shoulder. When he had his clothes and boots on, he left. Opening a door, he found that they had put him in the back off the mess, erecting a
temporary wall to seperate him from their wounded. He looked at them, many sleeping, a few awake.

They were all thin, eyes sunken deep. Those that were awake were being feed baby food and small cupfulls of water.

He found himself frozen.

What do I say? Don't mind me, I'm just one of three incrediably lucky young men who mounted an assault on your oppressors stronghold to liberate you so that I can feel better about the bad s**t I've done.

He forced himself to walk, and felt the former prisoners eyes on him. He looked down, unable to meet anyone's gaze. He exited through the blasted out front of the mess.

Outside, the cold bit at Dave's uncovered flesh, causing discomfort in his newly scarred bicep. He trudged through the snow, and saw the Zoo.
He found himself drawn there.

He found out why. The Nazis Larry had rounded up where no prisoners in their own prison.

Rage burned inside him.

He stomped back to the mees, found the indian woman helping a patient drink.

"What the hell is wrong with people!" He screamed.

She didn't meet his acusatory gaze.

"You sick, stupid, people." His hands clenched into fists, and he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt.

"Who's idea was it! HUH!? WHO DAMMMIT!!" He shook her violently, and she began to sob.

"What makes you better then them, huh? WHAT!" He stopped, and struggled to catch his breath.

"We thank you for your help, but you are no longer wanted, or needed." He heard a voice say behind him.

"Their ideaology would threaten us for the rest of our lives with no one to stop them. So we took a preemptive strike."

Dave turned, spitting fire as he did so.

"Of Course!! Mankind's oldest woe, the inability to go without commiting violence against his neighbor!"

He recognized the face of the man speaking.

"Rudy?"

"Oh my God..." The man's hand flew to his mouth.

Dave recognized the voice, the eyes.

It was his friends father.

(I'm sorry, I just wanted a way to honor one of my buddies in the thread. Sorry.) Also, I am not yet done, this was just to set up a conflict for tommorow, I'm too tired to kep writng right now.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1379010.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1379010.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell OOC: so what is going to happen with the Nazis? and do we want to have two groups meet up like Zeke and Daves group or what?]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1391620.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1391620.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell OOC: I dunno. Im in the process of installing the next exciting chapter for my character. First chance ive had to even look at Dakka in days thanks to myself haveing to go to a special weapons school.

More to follow within 24H.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1393803.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1393803.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
@Katavus: In later posts, when it seems like it'd be reasonable for it to happen, it will.

Dave trembled with rage and shame.

Rudy, his best friends father, was standing across from him, AK-47 in hand.

He struggled to prduce words.

"So.... where's the others?" He asked sheepishly.

Rudy faced the same dilema.

"Shakir.... he passed three days before you...." he couldn't finish, tears bubbling up.

Dave felt his rage and shame slowlly fade.

gak. If we'dve sturck sooner, if we'd have taken them out faster He thought.

The voice returned. The one that had motivated him to keep going when he should've laid down and died.

Shut up. That's a load a bull and you know it. If you'd have gone even a second earlier, you'd all be dead. Then who would've freed the prisoners? The recon paid off, though time consuming.
But we both know Shakir didn't go down without a fight. He wouldn't hvae. He was the one who conivnced you to start getting martial arts classes, he would've fought tooth and nail every step of the way against
these feths. Ask him. Get some closure, what little there is to grasp.

"How'd.... how'd.. he go out?" He forced the words out, chokeding on grief.

"He got, he got plugged in the chest. He tore the throat out of one of them, and tried strangling their leader."

"And, and, Tarik and Andrea?" Wetness blurred his vision.

"I don't what happened. The bombs started falling, and Shakir and I woke up at the high school. We only ended up here because we were looking for them." Tears fell down his fcae, he tried to keep sobs from wracking him.

Dave faced the wall. He threw punches at it, feeling his skin bleed, hoping the ache in his bones would overcome the ache in his soul.


*****


Harry stared at the wall. He had taken one of the dorms for himslef, a small one that left him alone with his thoughts.

How the hell do people just kill one another without feeling anything? How does Larry just soldier on? I can't do it. I.... I... took everything that someone had, everything they were, just by squeezing a trigger.

I didn't even have the stones to do it like them. To go straight up, where they could see each other, and put a slug in them. I don't deserve to have survived.

he rolled over, facing the wall, and felt tears flow down his face.

He heard a loud bang, and bolted upright.

Larry had thrown the door open.

"Dave's up!!! He's okay!!" It was the first good news he had heard in weeks. They rushed to the med ward.


*******

Dave and Rudy talked, avoiding the subject of each other's family. He tried to ignore the crude brand they had put on Rudy's forearm.

They talked about what Rudy had meant when he said "The bombs started falling."

"So, someone launched ICBM's, but the nuke didn't go off?"

"Far as anybody can tell. Three of the people who were... survivors, are former military. The indian woman treating you, Dr. Rajesh, she was a doctor for six years in the Navy. The other two were in the Army and Marines.
Our former Army men was an artillery gunner."

Dave saw two shapes run towards the curtain seperating him and Rudy from the rest of the med ward.

Larry leapt, and wrapped his arms around Dave.

"Goddamit!!! Watch the shoulder ass wipe!" Larry jumped away, a sheepish grin on his face.

Harry stood behind him, solemn.

"I'll leave you guys to catch up." Rudy said, and left.

****************


"What're we gonna do about the Zoo?" asked Larry.

"I'll think of something. We could try and rehabilite them, but my guess is most of these people are long time white supremicists, only a few were brain washed.
Those that weren't...... I'll take care of them." Dave answered.

"Take care as in....." he made a gun with his fingers, placed it against his temple.

"If it comes to that, I will do what's necessary." Dave answered.

"How do you do it? How do you just dismiss killing someone, even a skinhead, that easy!?" Harry yelled, the first he had spoken in the hour or two that they had reunited.

"I can't. I will always be haunted by these actions. It wasn't self defense, it was killing, plain and simple. Justified killing, yeah. But killing humans nonetheless.
I'll carry this with me and hate myself for the rest of my life. When I have a chance to reflect on it, that is."


******************


The next morning, Dave looked at a table covered with maps and charts. He was surronded by Rudy, Dr. Melinda Rajesh, Jerry Schwarz, and Jessica Sun, the unofficial council of the survivors.

"The setlement you guys build next should be placed in the woods, preferably nice and deep so that you have plenty of cover and building supplies.
If it's on a hill, even better. You'll also need a nearby source of drinking water that's clean. My suggestion is the North High School, about a three and a half day march in the opposite direction.
The water sources are a lake nearby, a htoel's property, and one that is used by fishermen. Rudy knows whcih I'm talking about. The school is easily defendable, with security cameras that'll work when your rig some
generators. You can use the text books as a firestarter if worst comes to worse. You can use the footbal and field hockey fields to plant crops as well, though that'll have to wait for a few seasons.
You can use the neaby woods to hunt, as there always used to be deer and coyotoes and birds that used the campus as nesting grounds, they prlly over run it now."

For the next hour and a half, Dave and Rudy pointed out why the school was the best bet for the new settlement.

In the end, the deal sealer, was the rifle team. With several goog guns, reliable .22s that Dave had fired, and plenty of ammo, the survivors were going to move their sick and wounded as fats as possible, before the weather got worse.

********************

Dave watched as he saw the survivors move out. They had taken most of the guns, but left Dave, Harry, and Larry with a few older, but still serviceable long rifles.

They had thought long and hard on what to do about the skin heads.

"I'll take care of it." Dave said one night as they bedded down for the last time in the highway settlement.

That night, he cocked the C8. He opened fire on the skinheads in the Zoo.

When they headed out that morning, no one looked at each other. No one spoke. They all had heads down, shame and self loathing in each of them in unhealthy amounts.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1394399.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1394399.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
"Should have stayed with the survivours If you ask me" Grumbled Larry one evening "Thats why no-one asked you" Dave snapped back, while Harry glared at him. He had not forgiven him for executing the skin heads. Dave finally sighed "It's a long way to go and we can't be argueing all the way there, lets just put all the Nazi stuff behind us and start over" Larry grinned showing his agreement, while Harry simply turned his back and contuined eating.


(OOC: We know if EF is going to join in yet?)]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1395360.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1395360.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Lord-Loss wrote:They walked through the frozen wasteland for days only stopping to eat and drink, only talking to plot there next move on a map that Dave carried with him.

"Should have stayed with the survivours If you ask me" Grumbled Larry one evening "Thats why no-one asked you" Dave snapped back, while Harry glared at him. He had not forgiven him for executing the skin heads. Dave finally sighed "It's a long way to go and we can't be argueing all the way there, lets just put all the Nazi stuff behind us and start over" Larry grinned showing his agreement, while Harry simply turned his back and contuined eating.


(OOC: We know if EF is going to join in yet?)


He shot me a PM saying he wasn't gonna be able to join in for while. I figure we can correct this by him magically "deciding" to join the group of survivors we rescued.
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Lord-Loss wrote:Ahh, I was thinking he could become really dickish but stay in our group, maybe we can meet a group of survivours later on and he can go off with them, then EF can join Harry back with Larry/Dave when he's back.


I was thinking that coupled with the self loathing of killing people, then me just wasting the nazis while you guys were asleep would cause him to rethink his plans, go join up with the other survivors, and then when EF
joins back up, he finds us at a spot we agreed to meet at like "Hill X" or "City Z" or what not.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1397034.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1397034.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
The 2nd thing was confirmed a just a day ago when a large group of people he could only assume were the people who had been at the camp where set free and took off in an east bound direction.

It was then that Zeke had to make a choice to try and join this group and oversee what their plan was or to continue to follow this band of do gooders. He had decided to stay on the trail of the people he had already been following because if they were not going to join the group of people they set free and those people were headed to some form of a settlement then the group that had stayed behind must have knowledge of a better setting, or so he hoped.

The day that followed Zeke was surprised when he woke to gun shots being fired and he quickly looked down the scope of his gun to see the group walking out of the camp in a generally oposite direction from the days earlier group. Now he wondered just what the hell happened in that camp.

As Zeke approached what looked the center of the camp he noticed that in this pit type structure there were about a dozen dead bodies, with nothing but shirts and pants on them, as Zeke looked around he decided that he would give himself 25 minutes to come up with any and all supplies he could find.

After searching he had realized that neither group was coming back so he was only able to find a pair of worn gloves and a bottle of water. Not the greatest find, he said to himself and took off at about a 6 minute mile per hour jog in the direction the last group had walked off in.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1401259.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1401259.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Approaching the camp was a figure, they strode forwards confidently, through the thick snow, in one hand, a bent iron bar, in the other was a collection of string, rope and barbed wire, that was trailing behind him, dragging the body of a man,

OOC: this is just a nazi that went out huntin' or summit,feel free to kill him, but he's got my character >.>]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1401630.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1401630.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell He turned around in his sleeping bag, ready to warn Dave but he was already wide awake, his finger over his mouth in a gesture of silence and his hand clutching his pistol under his sleeping bag. Larry nodded and grasped the sharp wooden knife that Dave crafted for him so many months ago. Larry thoughts drifted back to what occurred with Steve on those nights when Dave was not there.

The grunt of a human and the stopping of the crunching snow made Larry jump into action. He pulled himself off the floor, already in one of the defensive stances that Dave had taught him. He spared a second to glance over to Dave who was already up and pulling his pistol out his belt. “Die you melon-feth--” Dave didn’t complete the sentence, or draw his gun before the strange impostor threw a large bundle at Dave knocking him over and preventing him from firing his weapon. The impostor was on him in a moment, smashing his head against the icy ground, knocking him out. Larry reacted a moment later, with a battle cry he slashed the knife over his opponents ear, who was still leaning over Dave. The knife slashed through his ear easily, sending half of it soaring off into the night.

Roaring in pain the enemy spun around, bringing his arm around and slamming it into Larry stomach with a mighty force. Larry lay face down in the snow, unable to move because of the pain in his stomach, he heard the sound of metal connecting with flesh and a thud sound. He gritted his teeth and turned onto his stomach, expecting to see a large man looming over him with a rusted crowbar in one hand, ready to bring it down on his head.

Instead Larry saw a tall, skinny man covered in cuts and bruises, standing beside the unconscious form of their attacker, who was laying in the snow, he was shirtless and had a huge swastika tattooed on his back. Larry cried in pain and the strange tall said “You ok? He almost had you, good thing I regained consciousness when I hit your buddy huh”


(ooc: Good enough?)]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1401706.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1401706.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Larry and the new arrival heard from underneath the skinheads body.

"Oh Christ!" Larry yelled, and rolled the body over. Dave exhaled deeply, trying to breathe.

He pulled the pistol out, and shot a round into the skinheads head.

Dave stood still for a moment, then holstered the gun.

"I'm Dave, numbnuts over there is Larry. Umm.... under different cicumstances this would be a pleasure. However, as you saved numbnuts ass, would you like some food?" Dave asked, and pulled
can of peaches out.

His eyes were wide. Scared.

"Um.... why not." he said, and introduced himself as Tom.

They shared a small meal of peaches and beans by a their small fire.

Dave offered to keep watch for the night, while Tom and Larry slept.
When both had drifted off into an useasy sleep, Dave searched the skinhead, and knocked Tom out, to do the same.

The skinhead had a lighter and a swiss army knife on him, but was otherwise travelling naked.

Tom didn't have anything on him.

Dave decided that Tom might not be dangerous, but he had learned a harsh lesson because of Steve, and he was damned if he'd repeat it.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1409297.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1409297.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
He had been embracing Keira, as before, but suddenly there was screaming all-around. She was grabbed and dragged away, down a hole, a hole in the ground. A monstrous hound, which looked all too familiar, leapt down the closing hole after her. He had heard her screaming.

Yawning stiffly, he clambered to his feet, and began to jog steadily around the camp, and after each lap, he sped up. Larry woke on his 32nd tour of the camp, at which point Tom was going at a breakneck speed, a blur darting around him. After 50 laps, Tom slowed down to a stroll, and chest heaving, sprawled himself in front of the campfire.

“I aint never seen someone run that fast. Ever.” Said Larry, who was tucking into a can of beans.

Tom grinned, showing white teeth. “I work out every day, I like to keep at peek fitness.”

Dave walked past, and, whilst he worked his way through the camp, he asked “which way you headed?”

“Im hoping I’ll find a friend in the DC area. I heard the majority there managed to make it into the shelters before the whole thing kicked off.” Replied Tom, who was now blazing his way through a set of push ups like a piston. “Apparently, Russia started the whole thing. In honesty, I think its bs. The victor writes history, and all that gak. I bet it was some fething American official, who took his job to seriously.”

Noticing his new friends surprised expressions, he paused in his exercise, and elaborated.

“You don’t know what happened? The bomb scares? The assassination plot? C’mon, everyone’s heard the rumours.”
]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1422353.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1422353.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
ghosty wrote:Tom woke suddenly. Cold sweat was dribbling from his back, his armpits. He shivered involuntarily, remembering his nightmare. It was too vivid. Too real.

He had been embracing Keira, as before, but suddenly there was screaming all-around. She was grabbed and dragged away, down a hole, a hole in the ground. A monstrous hound, which looked all too familiar, leapt down the closing hole after her. He had heard her screaming.

Yawning stiffly, he clambered to his feet, and began to jog steadily around the camp, and after each lap, he sped up. Larry woke on his 32nd tour of the camp, at which point Tom was going at a breakneck speed, a blur darting around him. After 50 laps, Tom slowed down to a stroll, and chest heaving, sprawled himself in front of the campfire.

“I aint never seen someone run that fast. Ever.” Said Larry, who was tucking into a can of beans.

Tom grinned, showing white teeth. “I work out every day, I like to keep at peek fitness.”

Dave walked past, and, whilst he worked his way through the camp, he asked “which way you headed?”

“Im hoping I’ll find a friend in the DC area. I heard the majority there managed to make it into the shelters before the whole thing kicked off.” Replied Tom, who was now blazing his way through a set of push ups like a piston. “Apparently, Russia started the whole thing. In honesty, I think its bs. The victor writes history, and all that gak. I bet it was some fething American official, who took his job to seriously.”

Noticing his new friends surprised expressions, he paused in his exercise, and elaborated.

“You don’t know what happened? The bomb scares? The assassination plot? C’mon, everyone’s heard the rumours.”


Ohh.... I like that direction for the apoc. . However, I would like to keep it a little mysterious, so lets keep that more as a theory, and less as a fact in the story, lest till I come to an ultimate decision on the apoc.

Dave shook his head.

"If that's so, please, explain why we ain't hear sweet f**k all on the radios we've come across. Tried every bandwith, every frequency, tried ones reserved for air and sea travel. Ain't got dick.
Nothin, from nobody. A few weeks back, we we're travling with an Austrailian guy. he had no idea how the hell he got in the good ole US of A, just that he was. Woke up, alone, in a strange car,
thinking he was in a taxi to the airport to go to London or some s**t. And, of course, there's the matter of Larry and Ste..." Dave dropped off.

"Ste? Who the hell is Ste?" Tom asked.

Larry picked up where Dave left off, knowing the pain and self hate Dave was filled with for being unable to save Steve.

"Steve was a guy we met up with a few months ago. He, uh, he bought the farm. We are... were, both from England. And by your accent, so are you. Any idea how ya got here?"

Tom shook his head.

Dave took over.

"Neither does Larry. Back at a camp we came across, we met a few foriegners, same deal with them. We talked, apparently in Tibet, the Dali Lama began to have inceridble visions of the future,
in India, people began to drop dead right were they stood. In Mexico, well, more people died on the border because of drug trafficers, but these guys were leaving messages, messages scrawled in blood." Dave paused.

"Messages that were no es bueno, bad for la familia's down there. Messages made from the bodies of their enemies. leaders of cartels carved up and killed in the exact smae manner as the apostles.
And all the cartel heads, had the same names as the apostles. Well, a few had the spanish version, but other then that, it was the same."

Tom mulled this thought over.

"Oh, and check this out." Dave pulled off his coat, and stripped his light jacket and shirt. In the months since the apocalypse, the constant moving and act of survival had toned his body up wonderfully. That and generally
not eating the s****y canned food they had. He had grown adapt at hunting rabbits and squirrels using Larry's bow when he slept, finsing the protein more useful. he still ate enough veggis and fruits to keep healthy.

His body was packed with hard muscle. It did not bulge, and in no way constricted his movement and flexibility, for it was not massive like a body builders. The veins and cords stood out as he flexed, and Tom whistled.

"Okay. That's pretty good. What about you Larry?"

Larry blushed. He ahd been heavier and taller then Dave, even before everything, but the apocalypse hadn't been all that nice too him in the realm of fitness.

He stood up, and flexed. His abs did not stand out likes dave, but they were not entirely hidden either. His muscles hid underneath a slight layer of fat, but he was by no means overweight.

"AH HAHAHAH!" Dave began to laugh. Larry and Tom soon joined in. Larry was glad dave had tried to shift focus away from Steve.

For the next hour or so, they tried to prove who was better in various skills. Dave could do more pullups, situps, and climb faster, but Tom could do more pushups, run faster, and jump higher.
Larry could run the longest, do more squats, and hold his breath longer.

When they were done, they smiled at each other. The group exercise had been good, it had relieved alot of tension they hedn't felt being built up.

Dave had sudden burst of inspiration. He had seen something locked away inside a branch that he had seen before.

"You guys take a break. I got something I gotta do." Dave left, with his knifes, the sldge hammer, and his pistol.

He returned about a half hour later, a carved staff, five feet long, to give to Tom.

"I gave one to Larry, but he busted iut, so I made it into a knife. Harry had one too." Tom looked at it.

The wood was slightly damp from sap, but otherwise in perfect condition. He rolled it over a few times, examining it. he found a little carivng near the bottom and top.
He laughed. It was a Nike symbol.

Dave procede to show Tom a few techniques about how to place the staff in fight, using it to quickly strike and then recover to defend.

"Thanks." He spoke. Dave said no problem.

They set out, but Dave was not at ease. The news of some assination plot hung heavy on his mind, and he was determined to find out what had happened, and why.

He'd be damned if anybody got in his way, even his new found traveling companion.

They walked the entire day, even going into the night at Dave's urging.

"I don't trust it. I think it's the packs again."

"Christ, we never get a break do we!"

"Well, t's gotten warmer at least." Dave pointed out. Even at night, it was warm now. The wind had stopped blowing, and the snows had started to melt fast.

Just then it started to rain.

They stopped, looked at Dave.

"Feth..... me... in... the...ass." He whispered.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1422831.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1422831.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
And what time of year?

What year? 2011?]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1424357.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1424357.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Lord-Loss wrote:What state are we in?

And what time of year?

What year? 2011?


It is still 2010, though the season is starting to shift from winter to spring. Right now, we've just crossed the border into New jersey.
Right now we're in Sussex County.

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]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1424726.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1424726.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Just as it was about to get to be dusk Zeke thought he heard a howl or a growl of some kinda and spun on the spot for a 180 degree turn to see 2 men with 3 large dogs racing across the very small field that he had just passed through.

His mind immediately went to survival mode, he had a half empty clip which gave him 7 rounds in his dragunov, and the dogs where about 250 meters away and closing which game him roughly 4 seconds to take 2 extremely well placed shots on low to the ground high speed animals and then draw his hand gun for the third dog.

As he dropped to his knee to take aim for the first shot a split thought went into his head and for a brief moment Zeke thought that he could actually do this and be okay. A

The first shot went just an inch from its intended target as he had not fully come to a resting set position and struck the first large black dog in the upper right should muscle, for the looks of it he had bough himself maybe 45 seconds for that single target.

His next shot however was exactly where he had planned on it going straight center mass between the shoulder blades of the black dog, knowing that it was a kill shot he dropped the rifle to swing to his side and draw his side arm the browning as he took in what had unfolded the third and what seemed like the largest dog was within lunging range when Zeke fired 2 shots into the dogs head.

When Zeke dropped to the ground hearing what he thought where shots coming from the 2 large men he wondered what that third dog was doing, he had hoped that it was smart and going some where other than close to him.

As Zeke took to one knee to get a better view of the surrounding in the meadow in the rain it was difficult to see past 300 meters but what didn't make sense was that he couldn't see the two men.

"This is bad, this is very bad, either they where a scouting party or know where i am and are waiting for me to make my move, well no time like the present" Zeke thought as he army crawled over to a thick piece of grass. "Time to set up shop and see who comes knocking" he thought to himself. "Man i need a better slogan for myself if this is going to become a routine" he thought.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1427355.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1427355.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell Age: 29
Physical fitness: shaven head, a slight beard, medium build, average ordinary man, 6 foot 5.
Abilities: good with knives, a few years experiance hunting, ( he used to hunt animals such as deer, stag and whatever other animals you can hunt )
Inventory: plain white T-shirt, sleeveless camo jacket, blue jeans, an old whinchester pump action rifle, with 50 rounds for it, and a racer gun, 10 clips holding 17 rounds each. (yeah, he is slightly old fashioned, he likes the old style guns, small bullets, big guns)

can i join in? ]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1430382.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1430382.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell BFG and win the story, ya know?

Dave heard the shots first. He yelled and dropped to the ground, on his belly. He drew his P2000 and Lupara in a fluid motion as he fell. The others followed suit.
After a few minutes of not hearing any more shots, Dave got up. The gun fire had come from less then half a mile away to the west, in a stretch of field they had ben travelling parallel to.

He got up, and slid his Lupara back into his belt.
"Let's get to some shelter. We need to get outta the rain." Dave said. The others nodded agreement, and followed Dave as he took to travelling in against the right hadn guard rail of the freeway.

After twenty minutes, Dave found what he was looking for: A suburb. Dave vaulted over the guard rail, and helped the others do so. The hill leading down to the suburb was steep and slick with rain.
Dave walked down, picking his steps carefully. Larry wasn't. He slipped, and Dave felt him barrel into the backs of his knees. They slid down, cursing and flailing.

When they reached the bottom, they heard Tom laughing his ass off.

Dave fixed Larry with a murderous gaze.
"From now on, when we go down a hill, I'm gonna push you down and see if we get lucky and you hit a land mine on the way down."

"I'm sorry?" Larry tried.

They picked themselves up, and made sure all their equipment was alright. After that, they followed Dave as he searched for a good house to hunker down in.
He chose one on a dead end street, whose backyard lead into the woods, for an easy escape.

Dave held his Lupara in his left hand, P2000 in the other. Larry held the C8 behind him, and Tom gripped the .32 revolver, reluctantly, in his hands.

Dave kicked the door open, and dove inside, coming up in a crouch.
Nobody was there.

"Was that really necessary?" Larry and Tom asked.
"100% necessary." Dave replied. They searched the house quickly and quietly, looking for anybody. They found nothing.

The house was two floors, with steps leading to the second floor in the front of the house. Acroos from the hall in the second floor, was a window that somebody could look through.
They found a ladder and Dave climbed it, tacking up a blanket he had found to cover the window. no prying eyes would see inside there.

After making a few minor preperations to add some defensive barricades, they set about finding supplies. What Dave found in the basement was a veritable gold mine.

Pistols, sights, silencers, boxes of ammo, rifles, shotguns, assualt rifles, hunting guns, knives, cleaning kits, binocs, clothes, MRE's.

"Crazy survivalist feth..." Dave whishpered. He looked at the weapons. The shotguns caught his eye. A Remington was what he was drawn to.
He lifted it up, feeling it's weight, and got into a shooting stance. It felt good in he hands. He called the others down, and Larry got giddy with excitement. Tom, less so.

Still, they sorted through the guns, looking for the best all rounders. In the end, Dave took the shotgun, a pistol grip and flashlight accesory for it, and two boxes of ammo.
Larry selected a Beratta 92, and three boxes of ammo.
Tom took .22 hunting rilfe with a scope, and one box of ammo.

When they had gotten their weapons, Dave made a small fire. They set their clother near it to dry off, and took a few of the other clothes they found downstairs.

When the other slept, Dave kept watch. he heard dogs barking, and the sounds of fighting outside. He cast a look at his companions, and felt a pang of guilt.

They had become like family after he had seen his own dead. he didn't want to see them hurt, but he knew he would kill them if they held him down.

And he hated himself for it.

]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1441531.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1441531.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell OOC: a racer gun is a handgun with a ammo clip of 17 rounds, it is designed so that the bullets have a chance of bouncing off walls, it rarely happens though]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1441556.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1441556.page GMT APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
shas'o vera wrote:OOC: a racer gun is a handgun with a ammo clip of 17 rounds, it is designed so that the bullets have a chance of bouncing off walls, it rarely happens though

Eh... why not. You're in.

On Topic:

Dave searched the house during his watch. He found several lengths of tubing, and caps. He also saw fuses.

"Aw shee-it!" he breathed. The person who had lived here had been into making pipe bombs. Well, he might as well take them now. he found several completed ones, with nails strapped to them for shrapnel damage.
Dave removed the nails, as he couldnt see why they'd need to takle out large groups. He thought back to the camp, and reconsidered. In the end though, he felt better without nails.

Dave made a few more to the best of his abilities, by looking at the partially completed pipe bombs.
That morning, they ate a breakfast of canned soup. Dave had filled their water bottles with boiled water. it was strange tasting, but it was better then dehydrating. They set out after Dave split the fifteen pipe bombs amoungst them. The rain had slowed down, and it was humid. Bugs flew around them, and they constantly swatted them away.

By the end of the day, they had all been biten several times, and were uncomfortable. Dave found them some citranelle, and they carried it with them the next three days.

As they crested a hill, Dave saw a familiar town.

"YES!!" Dave screamed. "My aunt lived here! I know this place, inside and out!"]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1465560.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1465560.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell Age: 24
Physical Characteristics/Abilities:6"1 Green eyes, shoulder length brown hair, thick stubble, scarring above left eye.
Guitarist, lock-picker, adept stick fighter, general knowledge.
History: Born in Detroit, Michigan. Family killed in fire apart from older sister Rosa at age 2. Raised in orphanage until age 16. Left for Boston in 2008.
After APOC travelled south with guitar singing to groups of survivors for scraps. Crippled left leg two months ago, limps south to Pittsburgh to search for Rosa.

The dull pain continued in his thigh, but at least it reassured him that he was still alive. Fletcher leaned against a lamp post, his grey duster sweeping along the ground.
The tapping of his crutches on the concrete were enough to form a rhythm to and he limped along to it. The antique guitar case slapped against his back and the makeshift spear jabbed into his ass, but he was happy. He had done it. After that hellhole once called New York, he had crossed the border into New Jersey. Only two state lines to go...]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1635731.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1635731.page GMT Re:APOC ROLEPLAY: Highway to Hell
Check the other one.]]> http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1635799.page http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/preList/280281/1635799.page GMT