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Zombie Apocalypse RP Game
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OOC: I've been reading some posts, and everyone has their own style.... but maybe there should be a distinction in different kinds of writing:
Such as (now this is the method I have adapted)
-Italics are used to describe the omniscient which is the words used to describe the surroundings or actions used by your character.
EG: I peer around making sure that there is no one in sight before I proceed.
-Obvious actions that are take place by your character should be indicated with * before and after the action
EG: *I reach and grab the book from the shelf*
-Internal thoughts of the character that relate to speach, but is just for the character's own benifit are typed in Italics with quotation marks around them.
EG: "God damn it this place is a wreck." I think to myself
-And finally, speach that is meant to be heard outloud is just regular font with quotations.
EG: "Fuck ya motherfucker!"
Obviously different text effects can be used to emphasize or dramatisize points, but I think following this format, or one similar would clean up the thread a bit and make things easier to understand whilst reading.
./end rant
Such as (now this is the method I have adapted)
-Italics are used to describe the omniscient which is the words used to describe the surroundings or actions used by your character.
EG: I peer around making sure that there is no one in sight before I proceed.
-Obvious actions that are take place by your character should be indicated with * before and after the action
EG: *I reach and grab the book from the shelf*
-Internal thoughts of the character that relate to speach, but is just for the character's own benifit are typed in Italics with quotation marks around them.
EG: "God damn it this place is a wreck." I think to myself
-And finally, speach that is meant to be heard outloud is just regular font with quotations.
EG: "Fuck ya motherfucker!"
Obviously different text effects can be used to emphasize or dramatisize points, but I think following this format, or one similar would clean up the thread a bit and make things easier to understand whilst reading.
./end rant
JKangaroo
Your Local, Neighborhood Marsupial
My breath heaved heavily in my chest.
My face was downcast, bangs of hair blocking my eyesight as we entered the darkened room.
I was exhausted... But what could I do?...
Anything was a possibility these days...
The door and windows were secure; there was no sign of our presence throughout the apartment.
And yet, the girl continued to stare at me throughout the task.
Mine own eyes staring back bleakly.
I sighed... Pulling the hood of my jacket back over my head, giving me more room to breath.
Beads of sweat was painted against my newly revealed ponytail and brown hair... Almost like a second skin was spread across the locks, heavy with perspiration.
I slumped against the wall nearest the door, continuing to pant heavily, my face being covered by my arm leaning on my knee like a crutch.
The girl laid across from me, mouthing strange, alien words to me; yet I understood.
"I don't need your thanks." I spoke dryly, my face covered once more by bangs and rustled locks as I glanced with a small feeling of sadness at the girl.
I laid my head against the cool stone of the wall; a looking of longing passed my glazed eyes.
My adrenaline had died, and had left me like an empty shell.
I no longer worried of the possibility of being killed by this girl, though I kept a slight grip on the pickaxe which had fallen onto the floor, sprayed about.
I took another deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling a sense of calm spread over me.
"Come. Sit here, with me. I think we should talk." I looked back toward the girl with a saddened shine in my eyes.
And during this time... The sun had begun to set in the distance.
The city had begun to be cast into a deep, yet beautiful shadow.
My face was downcast, bangs of hair blocking my eyesight as we entered the darkened room.
I was exhausted... But what could I do?...
Anything was a possibility these days...
The door and windows were secure; there was no sign of our presence throughout the apartment.
And yet, the girl continued to stare at me throughout the task.
Mine own eyes staring back bleakly.
I sighed... Pulling the hood of my jacket back over my head, giving me more room to breath.
Beads of sweat was painted against my newly revealed ponytail and brown hair... Almost like a second skin was spread across the locks, heavy with perspiration.
I slumped against the wall nearest the door, continuing to pant heavily, my face being covered by my arm leaning on my knee like a crutch.
The girl laid across from me, mouthing strange, alien words to me; yet I understood.
"I don't need your thanks." I spoke dryly, my face covered once more by bangs and rustled locks as I glanced with a small feeling of sadness at the girl.
I laid my head against the cool stone of the wall; a looking of longing passed my glazed eyes.
My adrenaline had died, and had left me like an empty shell.
I no longer worried of the possibility of being killed by this girl, though I kept a slight grip on the pickaxe which had fallen onto the floor, sprayed about.
I took another deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling a sense of calm spread over me.
"Come. Sit here, with me. I think we should talk." I looked back toward the girl with a saddened shine in my eyes.
And during this time... The sun had begun to set in the distance.
The city had begun to be cast into a deep, yet beautiful shadow.
Fruit
Brrraaaaaiiiinnnnsss
I go into the building, tired, I quickly fall asleep.
The helicopter is leaving town. I dont know it's purpose at all but all I know is my father is boarding it, and I don't want him to leave. With no one seeing me I sneak in the helicopter I hide myself away. During the flight, the pilot starts yelling that we are gonna crash. i think we were shot down. I grab a bunch of subblies just in case, and fear the worst. I jump out, using my sweatshirt to lighten the fall a little, but it does nothing. I remember the pain, wind knocked out of me, ribs hurting. I roll down the hill and my head hits the tree.
I wake up sweating, it's early morning now. I quickly gather up my stuff and leave. I rush over to the helicopter crash site. Its horrifying. The zombies have already eaten the flesh off the bones. I don't know how I wasn't eaten while I was knocked out. I swear under my breath.
There is no way my dad survived the crash. Oh great. My dad is dead and i'm stuck here in a zombie apocalypse. My life is going great.
I swear under my breath again.
*Looks at the helicopter blades*
"Perfect"
*I rip one of the blades down and chop it into a few peices just small enough to hold*
"This can make a perfect weapon"
"There's no way I can return to that group now. My anger and depresion would just slow them down" I think to myself. "I need to get away from all this"
*I run to the out skirts of town, hoping to find something good. I spot a little drug store and decide to check it out*
"Oh great"
It looks like It has been raided already. I go in anyway. There is some cold medicine and that can come in handy later. There is spoiled food, but i luckily find 1 gallon of water and only 1 can of food along with some beef jerky.
"Not too bad."
I think I'll just stay here for now. I'm away from the gunshots I set off, I'm away from the bodies, I'm away from everything.
*Then I just sit there in the back of the store thinking to myself what I'm supposed to do with myself.*
OCC: That's just a bit more of a back story for my character.
The helicopter is leaving town. I dont know it's purpose at all but all I know is my father is boarding it, and I don't want him to leave. With no one seeing me I sneak in the helicopter I hide myself away. During the flight, the pilot starts yelling that we are gonna crash. i think we were shot down. I grab a bunch of subblies just in case, and fear the worst. I jump out, using my sweatshirt to lighten the fall a little, but it does nothing. I remember the pain, wind knocked out of me, ribs hurting. I roll down the hill and my head hits the tree.
I wake up sweating, it's early morning now. I quickly gather up my stuff and leave. I rush over to the helicopter crash site. Its horrifying. The zombies have already eaten the flesh off the bones. I don't know how I wasn't eaten while I was knocked out. I swear under my breath.
There is no way my dad survived the crash. Oh great. My dad is dead and i'm stuck here in a zombie apocalypse. My life is going great.
I swear under my breath again.
*Looks at the helicopter blades*
"Perfect"
*I rip one of the blades down and chop it into a few peices just small enough to hold*
"This can make a perfect weapon"
"There's no way I can return to that group now. My anger and depresion would just slow them down" I think to myself. "I need to get away from all this"
*I run to the out skirts of town, hoping to find something good. I spot a little drug store and decide to check it out*
"Oh great"
It looks like It has been raided already. I go in anyway. There is some cold medicine and that can come in handy later. There is spoiled food, but i luckily find 1 gallon of water and only 1 can of food along with some beef jerky.
"Not too bad."
I think I'll just stay here for now. I'm away from the gunshots I set off, I'm away from the bodies, I'm away from everything.
*Then I just sit there in the back of the store thinking to myself what I'm supposed to do with myself.*
OCC: That's just a bit more of a back story for my character.
Some time has past since I have began my journey. Knowledge of navigating this run down city has become null while concentrating on remaining undetected along with avoiding the wreckage.
"Eve seems to have fallen asleep again." I think to myself. "Good, she is still young and I don't want her to attract any more attention to us.... so thank god she isn't making noise."
I stalk down the roads, slightly crouched, eyes never stopping; surveying the surroundings for possible threats.
I duck down beside an abandoned car. "The tires may be flat, but at least it makes good cover."
I peer through the dust layered glass and felt my heart sink... A pack, there must be five, no... six of them wandering the streets together. "I've never seen them act this way before! They are ALWAYS by themselves. FUCK!"
I take out my shotgun and make sure there are two in the chamber... A sudden thought flashes through my mind: If I fire, it will do nothing but attract attention... Also Eve will deffinetly awake, and who knows how she will take this situation. Most likely not well, and continue to make noise as I flee.
I sheath the shotgun again. I press into the car and close my eyes; trying to blend in, hoping that they would just disappear. I open my eyes again, and right in front of me is a straight short alley.
"They have not seen me, this is my chance." Staying low I crawl over to the alley no more than twenty yards away. I dare not look back, but my ears are more alert than they had ever been.
"Come on, just a little more" "I have to stay quiet." "Please don't see me" Multiple thoughts pass through my head, clouding my main train of thought. All I knew is that this passage was my only refuge.
I let out one long gasp as the shadows of the buildings conceal me and I quickly duck behind a garbage dumpster. I collapse against it and let out quick burts of breath. My heart pounding and mind foggy.
And then I hear it.... a soft rumble... not organic but.... metalic? "That... is familiar... what the fu-" The noise grows louder, closer, I feel my heart pause as I do not know what to expect. I look peer around the dumpster behind me and see a small figure approaching in the distance.
I cannot help but utter "The fuck... ?" I am now standing in awe as a god damned motorcycle flies by. I just watch, mouth opened as the sound of the hungry engine whizzes by and softens. The pack of zombies gurgle and begin chasing after it. Fucking idiotic creatures.
"Well then, I guess that takes care of that." I half heartedly joke to myself. I lay my hand on the dumpster and as I do it softly shakes, I hear a soft growl, not an animal but... something else.
"You have got to be kidding me right now." I take a step back and pull out my 9mm. Just as I take aim, a zombie bursts out of the top of the dumpster, enraged. I have no choice but to unload a couple rounds. The first grazing the zombie and embedding itself in the wall behind. The second shot buries itself in the skull of the zombie making the terrifying noises come to an end.
I freeze, all is silent save for the soft breathing in my ear coming from the now slightly agitated Eve. I calm her down by petting her head. I peer around the corner to see if that pack was close by. Nothing.
"That would be our cue to get the fuck out of here." Eve grunts in approval. As i turn down the alley and start to quicken my pase, I look back at the dog."You are a smart little thing aren't you?" Eve just opens her mouth and starts to pant. "I'll take that as a yes." I say, trying to stay away from the doggy breath.
"Eve seems to have fallen asleep again." I think to myself. "Good, she is still young and I don't want her to attract any more attention to us.... so thank god she isn't making noise."
I stalk down the roads, slightly crouched, eyes never stopping; surveying the surroundings for possible threats.
I duck down beside an abandoned car. "The tires may be flat, but at least it makes good cover."
I peer through the dust layered glass and felt my heart sink... A pack, there must be five, no... six of them wandering the streets together. "I've never seen them act this way before! They are ALWAYS by themselves. FUCK!"
I take out my shotgun and make sure there are two in the chamber... A sudden thought flashes through my mind: If I fire, it will do nothing but attract attention... Also Eve will deffinetly awake, and who knows how she will take this situation. Most likely not well, and continue to make noise as I flee.
I sheath the shotgun again. I press into the car and close my eyes; trying to blend in, hoping that they would just disappear. I open my eyes again, and right in front of me is a straight short alley.
"They have not seen me, this is my chance." Staying low I crawl over to the alley no more than twenty yards away. I dare not look back, but my ears are more alert than they had ever been.
"Come on, just a little more" "I have to stay quiet." "Please don't see me" Multiple thoughts pass through my head, clouding my main train of thought. All I knew is that this passage was my only refuge.
I let out one long gasp as the shadows of the buildings conceal me and I quickly duck behind a garbage dumpster. I collapse against it and let out quick burts of breath. My heart pounding and mind foggy.
And then I hear it.... a soft rumble... not organic but.... metalic? "That... is familiar... what the fu-" The noise grows louder, closer, I feel my heart pause as I do not know what to expect. I look peer around the dumpster behind me and see a small figure approaching in the distance.
I cannot help but utter "The fuck... ?" I am now standing in awe as a god damned motorcycle flies by. I just watch, mouth opened as the sound of the hungry engine whizzes by and softens. The pack of zombies gurgle and begin chasing after it. Fucking idiotic creatures.
"Well then, I guess that takes care of that." I half heartedly joke to myself. I lay my hand on the dumpster and as I do it softly shakes, I hear a soft growl, not an animal but... something else.
"You have got to be kidding me right now." I take a step back and pull out my 9mm. Just as I take aim, a zombie bursts out of the top of the dumpster, enraged. I have no choice but to unload a couple rounds. The first grazing the zombie and embedding itself in the wall behind. The second shot buries itself in the skull of the zombie making the terrifying noises come to an end.
I freeze, all is silent save for the soft breathing in my ear coming from the now slightly agitated Eve. I calm her down by petting her head. I peer around the corner to see if that pack was close by. Nothing.
"That would be our cue to get the fuck out of here." Eve grunts in approval. As i turn down the alley and start to quicken my pase, I look back at the dog."You are a smart little thing aren't you?" Eve just opens her mouth and starts to pant. "I'll take that as a yes." I say, trying to stay away from the doggy breath.
[OCC: I've always used italics to note personal thoughts, quotation marks for speech, apostrophes that are used similar to quotation marks for either quotes within duologue, or noting something being read.
I don't usually use *'s, as I play the actions as if reading them from a book.]
Hika nodded at the request, taking off her backpack, laying it down on the floor as she proceeded to sit beside the man.
As she sat down, she looked through-out the room for a moment. She placed her hands on her lap, before looking toward the man; he looked back with sad, beautiful eyes. All she could do was look back, awaiting his response.
As she sat down, she looked through-out the room for a moment. She placed her hands on her lap, before looking toward the man; he looked back with sad, beautiful eyes. All she could do was look back, awaiting his response.
OCC: Mach made me, sorry it's so long ^^:
Name: Donald
Last Name: Sutherland
Gender: Male
Age (near 18-60, not a 12 child): 31
Equipment (weapons):
- Null
Physical Appearance:
- Height: Tall
- Body Type: Slim
- Aesthetics: Black hair; slightly thinning. Light beard. Wearing a very expensive suit with trainers
- Personality: No hope: is a broken man that has lost almost all hope in life, drinks away his days and smokes heavily. Was once a skilled surgeon and still cares for people deep down
Location: The city. In a hotel suite.
Skills: First aid, Surgery.
Supplies:
- 2 packs of cigarettes
- Engraved lighter (keeps both in front pocket)
- Dalmore 40 Year Old Single Highland Malt Scotch Whiskey
Nationality: British (Moved to America to work as a doctor)
Backpack: None (Has a small pouch on his belt for his whiskey)
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Donald wakes up mid afternoon, after a previous night of heavy drinking and taking a bunch of unmarked pills he found in the hotel suite.. He lies on the floor face down, broken bottle in his hand and cuts all up his left arm from the glass shards.
The hotel room is immaculately kept, as if nothing bad had ever happened to the world. The person who stayed here before the end must have had real class, expensive suits, various drugs lie strewn about and they had even been so kind as to leave some of the really good drink behind.
Waking up and almost sober, he slowly eases his way up. The pain from his arm barely noticeable thanks to the overload of painkillers in his system.
He curses under his breath as he finally rises, his back creaking as if he was well past 50.
"Looks like that wasn't enough to do it".
He stands idle for a few minutes before his drunken haze begins to fade and the memories he tries so hard to repress begin flooding back in a roaring deluge of pain.
The shadow of a man picks up an empty bottle and throws it at the wall with some force, it smashes into fragments that spray all over the room.
He starts sobbing, making a heck of a lot of noise in the process. His body goes limp and he slumps to the floor.
Donald sits on the hard marble floor of the hotel room in dead silence for a good few minutes before slowly regaining his composure. Nothing seems to have heard his idiotic wailing and he is thankful for that.
He sighs heavily. "Well then, I guess I better go find something to eat. "I'm bloody hungry".
"Or I could just find something else to drink" Donald laughs to himself.
He listens for movement outside his room. After hearing nothing, he slowly removes the makeshift barricade of furniture blocking the doorway. Then stumbles out of his suite and down the hall, soft velvet carpet underfoot. There was enough light coming from the large hotel windows so that a torch wasn't needed, which was lucky as Donald's care for personal safety was rapidly diminishing. He had given up on even the most basic items most people would strive to have, he didn't even have a means to easily defend himself.
Donald then makes his way out of the hall and gingerly down the red velvet covered stairs of the hotel lobby. It was still strangely clear of the terrors that stalked his dreams, just like when he arrived the night before.
"I remember the service being better here the last time I stayed" Donald mutters. "I'm keeping the tip". Dry humor serving as one of the only things outside of alcohol still keeping him sane.
His dark charcoal suit was gleaming in the afternoon sun as he approached the entrance of the hotel. It's in a somewhat less appealing state then it was previously he stayed here, with the small pile of rotting corpses riddled with bullets lying at the doorway. This all served to remind Donald just how bad things had gotten.
None of the bodies had even been infected with the disease he feared so much. Their packs lied open and ransacked, probably killed for the food they had once carried.
"Maybe we deserved this" Donald whispers dejectedly, shaking his head is disgust.
He steps over the bodies and outside into the dimming afternoon light...
Name: Donald
Last Name: Sutherland
Gender: Male
Age (near 18-60, not a 12 child): 31
Equipment (weapons):
- Null
Physical Appearance:
- Height: Tall
- Body Type: Slim
- Aesthetics: Black hair; slightly thinning. Light beard. Wearing a very expensive suit with trainers
- Personality: No hope: is a broken man that has lost almost all hope in life, drinks away his days and smokes heavily. Was once a skilled surgeon and still cares for people deep down
Location: The city. In a hotel suite.
Skills: First aid, Surgery.
Supplies:
- 2 packs of cigarettes
- Engraved lighter (keeps both in front pocket)
- Dalmore 40 Year Old Single Highland Malt Scotch Whiskey
Nationality: British (Moved to America to work as a doctor)
Backpack: None (Has a small pouch on his belt for his whiskey)
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Donald wakes up mid afternoon, after a previous night of heavy drinking and taking a bunch of unmarked pills he found in the hotel suite.. He lies on the floor face down, broken bottle in his hand and cuts all up his left arm from the glass shards.
The hotel room is immaculately kept, as if nothing bad had ever happened to the world. The person who stayed here before the end must have had real class, expensive suits, various drugs lie strewn about and they had even been so kind as to leave some of the really good drink behind.
Waking up and almost sober, he slowly eases his way up. The pain from his arm barely noticeable thanks to the overload of painkillers in his system.
He curses under his breath as he finally rises, his back creaking as if he was well past 50.
"Looks like that wasn't enough to do it".
He stands idle for a few minutes before his drunken haze begins to fade and the memories he tries so hard to repress begin flooding back in a roaring deluge of pain.
The shadow of a man picks up an empty bottle and throws it at the wall with some force, it smashes into fragments that spray all over the room.
He starts sobbing, making a heck of a lot of noise in the process. His body goes limp and he slumps to the floor.
Donald sits on the hard marble floor of the hotel room in dead silence for a good few minutes before slowly regaining his composure. Nothing seems to have heard his idiotic wailing and he is thankful for that.
He sighs heavily. "Well then, I guess I better go find something to eat. "I'm bloody hungry".
"Or I could just find something else to drink" Donald laughs to himself.
He listens for movement outside his room. After hearing nothing, he slowly removes the makeshift barricade of furniture blocking the doorway. Then stumbles out of his suite and down the hall, soft velvet carpet underfoot. There was enough light coming from the large hotel windows so that a torch wasn't needed, which was lucky as Donald's care for personal safety was rapidly diminishing. He had given up on even the most basic items most people would strive to have, he didn't even have a means to easily defend himself.
Donald then makes his way out of the hall and gingerly down the red velvet covered stairs of the hotel lobby. It was still strangely clear of the terrors that stalked his dreams, just like when he arrived the night before.
"I remember the service being better here the last time I stayed" Donald mutters. "I'm keeping the tip". Dry humor serving as one of the only things outside of alcohol still keeping him sane.
His dark charcoal suit was gleaming in the afternoon sun as he approached the entrance of the hotel. It's in a somewhat less appealing state then it was previously he stayed here, with the small pile of rotting corpses riddled with bullets lying at the doorway. This all served to remind Donald just how bad things had gotten.
None of the bodies had even been infected with the disease he feared so much. Their packs lied open and ransacked, probably killed for the food they had once carried.
"Maybe we deserved this" Donald whispers dejectedly, shaking his head is disgust.
He steps over the bodies and outside into the dimming afternoon light...
JKangaroo
Your Local, Neighborhood Marsupial
OOC: My character is female, and is revealed "better" in this post then before. This is just to put into context what I say in my post below.
Also: I love you Avant for that. :3
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I had sat cross-legged with a strong and firm posture.
My strength had returned in those brief moments, and the glaze covering my eyes had dispersed.
I looked at the girl in front of me, frowning.
I had shown weakness in those brief moments, just earlier before.
I became disgruntled internally; I always tried to remain strong, and calm.
Any signs of weakness in a world like this would get you killed... And I hated myself for showing even an ounce before this teen.
Why won't she even talk... I shook my head at the thought.
"Anyways..." I had closed my eyes. With head straight, I had begun to remove the jacket from my being, revealing a dark black vest, and an equally as deep, a shaded purple long-sleeve shirt; both perfect for hiding in small, darkened corners, just how I liked it.
My male persona quickly came to an end with this move, my true gender revealed; but I was certainly not worried; If this girl tried anything to rash, I knew exactly what to do...
A knife between the eyes. Just like those Walkers.
"We won't be going anywhere tonight. The streets have most likely have filled up with those things... And I know we won't be able to travel on foot anytime soon."
I had already slipped my pack around, putting the jacket back into place; well concealing the contents within the pack's depths.
With hands freed, I also brandished the world's two greatest weapons: A match, and a tallow candle; warmth, and the flame.
I struck it... The candle giving off a soft glow between us, bathing our faces with dancing shadows, and mysterious figures; our faces changing like those of a beast, ready to pounce on its prey.
I leaned on my fist like the Thinker once did, staring deeply into the eyes of the girl; wondering what lurked behind those pupils.
"I want you to tell me everything; Who you are, what you are doing here, where you came from. I want details, facts, lifelines. You certainly couldn't have lived off on your own for this long with only a cellphone; which I know you don't have. That would be ridiculous..."
I coughed at the thought.
I had leaned forward, appearing more distrustful then friendly then I was just minutes ago.
"I don't know you; you don't know me.
And if we don't want it to stay that way,
...You, need to give an explanation for yourself."
The light of the flames licked at our faces, masking us in a deep and murky gloom.
The sun continued to set in the distance, low moans crying out across the cityscape...
We didn't even know what was in store for us.
Also: I love you Avant for that. :3
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I had sat cross-legged with a strong and firm posture.
My strength had returned in those brief moments, and the glaze covering my eyes had dispersed.
I looked at the girl in front of me, frowning.
I had shown weakness in those brief moments, just earlier before.
I became disgruntled internally; I always tried to remain strong, and calm.
Any signs of weakness in a world like this would get you killed... And I hated myself for showing even an ounce before this teen.
Why won't she even talk... I shook my head at the thought.
"Anyways..." I had closed my eyes. With head straight, I had begun to remove the jacket from my being, revealing a dark black vest, and an equally as deep, a shaded purple long-sleeve shirt; both perfect for hiding in small, darkened corners, just how I liked it.
My male persona quickly came to an end with this move, my true gender revealed; but I was certainly not worried; If this girl tried anything to rash, I knew exactly what to do...
A knife between the eyes. Just like those Walkers.
"We won't be going anywhere tonight. The streets have most likely have filled up with those things... And I know we won't be able to travel on foot anytime soon."
I had already slipped my pack around, putting the jacket back into place; well concealing the contents within the pack's depths.
With hands freed, I also brandished the world's two greatest weapons: A match, and a tallow candle; warmth, and the flame.
I struck it... The candle giving off a soft glow between us, bathing our faces with dancing shadows, and mysterious figures; our faces changing like those of a beast, ready to pounce on its prey.
I leaned on my fist like the Thinker once did, staring deeply into the eyes of the girl; wondering what lurked behind those pupils.
"I want you to tell me everything; Who you are, what you are doing here, where you came from. I want details, facts, lifelines. You certainly couldn't have lived off on your own for this long with only a cellphone; which I know you don't have. That would be ridiculous..."
I coughed at the thought.
I had leaned forward, appearing more distrustful then friendly then I was just minutes ago.
"I don't know you; you don't know me.
And if we don't want it to stay that way,
...You, need to give an explanation for yourself."
The light of the flames licked at our faces, masking us in a deep and murky gloom.
The sun continued to set in the distance, low moans crying out across the cityscape...
We didn't even know what was in store for us.
Incognito suddenly hears voices.
"Bandits?" he though.
He had to get out of this building and somehow stop them from following him.
Incognito takes the half empty tank of gasoline that he found earlier during his scavenge hunt and pours the liquid all over the floor.
He then lights it up with his lighter and jumps off the window.
Lucky there was a garbage disposal and the garbage bags cushioned his fall.
"That will distract them for a while" he says to himself.
He could already hear a lot of swears screaming out of the building.
It was catching fire pretty fast (happy face).
Incognito runs, he looks behind him, no one was following him, his plan worked.
"Good riddance" he said.
He hated bandits. He couldn't take risk of actually confirming if they were bandits but "oh well" he though.
"Bandits?" he though.
He had to get out of this building and somehow stop them from following him.
Incognito takes the half empty tank of gasoline that he found earlier during his scavenge hunt and pours the liquid all over the floor.
He then lights it up with his lighter and jumps off the window.
Lucky there was a garbage disposal and the garbage bags cushioned his fall.
"That will distract them for a while" he says to himself.
He could already hear a lot of swears screaming out of the building.
It was catching fire pretty fast (happy face).
Incognito runs, he looks behind him, no one was following him, his plan worked.
"Good riddance" he said.
He hated bandits. He couldn't take risk of actually confirming if they were bandits but "oh well" he though.
(Present time)
I let out an involuntary groan as I come to, lying amid a pile of rubble. Wha…where am I? I painstakingly rise to my feet and survey my surroundings. Around me is the debris of what was once a massive building, its walls now leveled. Laboratory, I think to myself. Huh, how did I know that? Following some unbidden instinct, I begin to dig under the debris, searching for weapons. Almost as if I had expected it, my fingers brush against a metal safe. Inside, I find two combat knives, a katana and sheath, and a M82A1 SASR sniper rifle with scope and silencer. Weird, how did I now those names? I whirl as I hear moans from behind me. Two grotesque zombies are groping their way toward me. The first of the abominations lurches toward me and swipes at me with its single mutilated arm. I sidestep, slash off the arm, and following through with the blow, decapitate it. The second zombie hurls itself at me and I stretch out my sword arm and let it impale itself on the razor sharp blade. This wouldn’t do. I had barely regained consciousness and I was already being attacked. I needed some place to hide and find supplies. My gaze drifts to the city skyline in the distance. Bingo.
I let out an involuntary groan as I come to, lying amid a pile of rubble. Wha…where am I? I painstakingly rise to my feet and survey my surroundings. Around me is the debris of what was once a massive building, its walls now leveled. Laboratory, I think to myself. Huh, how did I know that? Following some unbidden instinct, I begin to dig under the debris, searching for weapons. Almost as if I had expected it, my fingers brush against a metal safe. Inside, I find two combat knives, a katana and sheath, and a M82A1 SASR sniper rifle with scope and silencer. Weird, how did I now those names? I whirl as I hear moans from behind me. Two grotesque zombies are groping their way toward me. The first of the abominations lurches toward me and swipes at me with its single mutilated arm. I sidestep, slash off the arm, and following through with the blow, decapitate it. The second zombie hurls itself at me and I stretch out my sword arm and let it impale itself on the razor sharp blade. This wouldn’t do. I had barely regained consciousness and I was already being attacked. I needed some place to hide and find supplies. My gaze drifts to the city skyline in the distance. Bingo.
Fruit
Brrraaaaaiiiinnnnsss
While I start to fall asleep, I hear 2 gunshots.
"What the hell was that?"
I peer outside to see if anyone is there, then, I see a motorcycle whizz by.
"What the hell is going on?"
About 10 minutes later a group of 6 zombies come running down the street. They stop right in front of the store im in. I guess they were chasing the biker. They decide to make a camp inside the store. "Oh great." I think to myself. Cant have these monsters here. "Do I sneak out the back or take them on just to keep this shelter" Realizing i dont want to risk my death, I start to sneak out the back. I trip and fall, knocking a coat rack over.
"Oh fuck."
*I pull out my 2 throwing knives quickly killing the fist 2 zombies that enter. Not wanting to attract attention, I throw my ax decapitaiting 2 zombies. with 2 zombies charging at me now I pull out my swiss army knife lunging it right into the first zombies neck. Running out of time i spot one of the helicopter blades on the ground. I dive over at it picking it up, I quickly turn around, swinging it out in front of me. I slices through the zombie, cutting it's head right off.*
"Well, that was something."
I don't want to stay here with the zombies laying there, so I set out anyways to hopefully find somewhere else to bunker down.
"What the hell was that?"
I peer outside to see if anyone is there, then, I see a motorcycle whizz by.
"What the hell is going on?"
About 10 minutes later a group of 6 zombies come running down the street. They stop right in front of the store im in. I guess they were chasing the biker. They decide to make a camp inside the store. "Oh great." I think to myself. Cant have these monsters here. "Do I sneak out the back or take them on just to keep this shelter" Realizing i dont want to risk my death, I start to sneak out the back. I trip and fall, knocking a coat rack over.
"Oh fuck."
*I pull out my 2 throwing knives quickly killing the fist 2 zombies that enter. Not wanting to attract attention, I throw my ax decapitaiting 2 zombies. with 2 zombies charging at me now I pull out my swiss army knife lunging it right into the first zombies neck. Running out of time i spot one of the helicopter blades on the ground. I dive over at it picking it up, I quickly turn around, swinging it out in front of me. I slices through the zombie, cutting it's head right off.*
"Well, that was something."
I don't want to stay here with the zombies laying there, so I set out anyways to hopefully find somewhere else to bunker down.
As the man undressed, Hika suddenly realized that the man wasn't even a man. Hika turned away, suddenly blushing for thinking her of being the opposite gender.
As the candle's flame danced in what was once shadows, the young woman rested her chin on her right hand, which had been clenched in a fist. She looked directly into Hika's eyes, giving her a request.
She proceeded to lean closer to me. At this moment, she had seemed to be a different person... Although, I still felt I could trust her, myself.
"A-all right." Hika stuttered slightly, but proceeded to clear her throat, then reached into her right pocket. She brought out her cellphone, searched for her self information, then showed it to her. Hika took a deep breath, then attempted to start talking. She tried to make eye contact, but was too nervous to speak. She looked away, then began to speak.
"My name is Hikaru... Shirayuki. My friends call me Hika."
She looked back toward the young woman, then down the the floor. She brought her left hand to her mouth, thinking for a moment. After a while, she looked back toward the young woman, feeling more confident with her answer.
"I came to this building, looking for... Supplies... A-and friends. This was a building used by someone I... Knew... I've stayed here for a day or so, as it seemed relatively safe..."
She looked back into her phone, searching for the map application. She moved it to the city location, then showed it to the young woman.
"I have lived in this city for most of my life... Before all of this happened, I was a, uh, gamer... Uhm..."
She felt inside her left pocket, noticing the gun. She didn't want to alarm the young woman, so she left it in her pocket.
"I've been using a small pistol for survival... In my left, uhm... Pocket..."
Hika brought up her left arm, then grabbed her ponytail, bringing it to the left of her head. She handled her hair nervously, unsure of what else to say.
[OCC: And there's my largest post in the thread, not including the first. Woo.]
Hika looked back, then nodded with agreement. The young woman brought out a match and a candle, proceeding to light the candle with said match.
As the candle's flame danced in what was once shadows, the young woman rested her chin on her right hand, which had been clenched in a fist. She looked directly into Hika's eyes, giving her a request.
She looked away, raised her fist up to her mouth, then coughed. I bit my lip.
She proceeded to lean closer to me. At this moment, she had seemed to be a different person... Although, I still felt I could trust her, myself.
Hika continued to look in her eyes. She nodded, but noticed the young woman didn't want just simple movements.
"A-all right." Hika stuttered slightly, but proceeded to clear her throat, then reached into her right pocket. She brought out her cellphone, searched for her self information, then showed it to her. Hika took a deep breath, then attempted to start talking. She tried to make eye contact, but was too nervous to speak. She looked away, then began to speak.
"My name is Hikaru... Shirayuki. My friends call me Hika."
She looked back toward the young woman, then down the the floor. She brought her left hand to her mouth, thinking for a moment. After a while, she looked back toward the young woman, feeling more confident with her answer.
"I came to this building, looking for... Supplies... A-and friends. This was a building used by someone I... Knew... I've stayed here for a day or so, as it seemed relatively safe..."
She looked back into her phone, searching for the map application. She moved it to the city location, then showed it to the young woman.
"I have lived in this city for most of my life... Before all of this happened, I was a, uh, gamer... Uhm..."
She felt inside her left pocket, noticing the gun. She didn't want to alarm the young woman, so she left it in her pocket.
"I've been using a small pistol for survival... In my left, uhm... Pocket..."
Hika brought up her left arm, then grabbed her ponytail, bringing it to the left of her head. She handled her hair nervously, unsure of what else to say.
[OCC: And there's my largest post in the thread, not including the first. Woo.]
Oak Milk
Kill Hungry Thirsty Dead
*Jack makes several makeshift flashbang grenades out of the gunpowder and some other items he finds around the apartment*
OOC: these are used to stun zombies or distract them with the noise.
Jack goes and looks out the window to check the street to make sure there are no zombies around.
"Can't see any out there, better check the rest of the apartment"
Jack silently creeps around the apartment making sure there are no zombies around, in new territory he has no idea the apartment is clean due to the efforts of his new friends. Upon finding no zombies Jack returns to his post waiting for Bill to return.
OOC: Jack now has 4 flashbangs just to clarify.
OOC: these are used to stun zombies or distract them with the noise.
Jack goes and looks out the window to check the street to make sure there are no zombies around.
"Can't see any out there, better check the rest of the apartment"
Jack silently creeps around the apartment making sure there are no zombies around, in new territory he has no idea the apartment is clean due to the efforts of his new friends. Upon finding no zombies Jack returns to his post waiting for Bill to return.
OOC: Jack now has 4 flashbangs just to clarify.
Night is falling as I enter the inner part of the city. There are hoards of zombies stalking about, clogging the streets with their fetid stench. I skirt the large roads, keeping to the shadows, and make my way to what seems to be an empty hotel. Maybe I can shelter here for the night. As I make my up the first flight of stairs, I hear something from above, a groan or sob…a zombie? My hand goes to my katana…
OCC: AvantGarde this is your hotel
OCC: AvantGarde this is your hotel
Mooglie
The Local Cow
"Ugh... what happened"
I pull myself to my feet, I have no idea how I passed out but that's just one of life's many mysteries. I see Bill and stagger towards him. Trying to get the zombie apocalypse off my mind, although that's the last thing I should put off my mind, I try to make small talk... Even knowing I suck at making small talk.
Bill seems caught up in thinking so I simply walk away to some rubble and debris, trying to find useful things to put in my backpack.
I pull myself to my feet, I have no idea how I passed out but that's just one of life's many mysteries. I see Bill and stagger towards him. Trying to get the zombie apocalypse off my mind, although that's the last thing I should put off my mind, I try to make small talk... Even knowing I suck at making small talk.
Bill seems caught up in thinking so I simply walk away to some rubble and debris, trying to find useful things to put in my backpack.
JKangaroo
Your Local, Neighborhood Marsupial
I frowned.
The girl stutters through her sentences... That was not a good sign.
I sighed, sitting back up and leaning my head against the plastered wall; my palms laced behind my heads for cushioning;
...I had a lot of work cut out for me it seemed.
"You really aren't the talkative type, are you? I laughed at the notion mildly.
"So tell me, how old are you kiddo?"
" I spoke between clenched teeth; a toothpick being chewed in my mouth.
I didn't look at the girl this time when I spoke, my gaze was focused on another; yet I could still feel her gaze.
"If that's the case, who are you with? Now, I don't know when this city fell to the infection, but I do know that mine own home fell to the disease nearly 3 months ago. You couldn't have survived this long by yourself."
I was obviously underestimating this girl's abilities.
Ah, how sweet that Pride and Prejudice would continue to lurk in this shattered world we continued to live in.
It was enough of a thought that you could roll your eyes at and laugh; If only I had thought of it then.
"Oh, and sorry to burst your bubble Kiddo, but you friends are probably dead. Look how ruined this apartment is, and the rest of the city. I doubt anyone could have survived this mess..."
I glanced back at the girl, wondering what was going through that head of hers.
My pickaxe still laid at my side... Reflecting the soft flames of the candle.
I could still hear the strong patter of rain outside the ruined walls....
The girl stutters through her sentences... That was not a good sign.
I sighed, sitting back up and leaning my head against the plastered wall; my palms laced behind my heads for cushioning;
...I had a lot of work cut out for me it seemed.
"You really aren't the talkative type, are you? I laughed at the notion mildly.
"So tell me, how old are you kiddo?"
" I spoke between clenched teeth; a toothpick being chewed in my mouth.
I didn't look at the girl this time when I spoke, my gaze was focused on another; yet I could still feel her gaze.
I whistled softly. She's still so young.
"If that's the case, who are you with? Now, I don't know when this city fell to the infection, but I do know that mine own home fell to the disease nearly 3 months ago. You couldn't have survived this long by yourself."
I was obviously underestimating this girl's abilities.
Ah, how sweet that Pride and Prejudice would continue to lurk in this shattered world we continued to live in.
It was enough of a thought that you could roll your eyes at and laugh; If only I had thought of it then.
Midway through her statement, I spoke again; a fairly nonchalant reply despite the strange circumstances.
"Oh, and sorry to burst your bubble Kiddo, but you friends are probably dead. Look how ruined this apartment is, and the rest of the city. I doubt anyone could have survived this mess..."
I glanced back at the girl, wondering what was going through that head of hers.
My pickaxe still laid at my side... Reflecting the soft flames of the candle.
I could still hear the strong patter of rain outside the ruined walls....
The young woman laughed lightly.
"Seventeen." Hika replied below her breath.
The young woman whistled softly. Hika smirked.
"Actually... I have been surviving by myself, most of the time. I've been attempting to call my friends, through my cell phone. I know they're still--"
The young woman interrupted Hika; she frowned, knowing that at least one of her friends were still alive.
She looked back at her phone, and switched to the mobile feature. She looked through her contacts, and found a friend's number. She sent a call, putting the phone up to her ear; it stopped ringing.
She sighed, placing the phone back in her pocket.
"I know... I know they probably are... But, you have to think positively in this type of situation. It's the only way you can beat the game."
She was quiet for a moment, when the young woman replied,
Then immediately, Hika spoke up again. "N-not that I think this is a game! I'm just using it as a, er, metaphor!"
JKangaroo
Your Local, Neighborhood Marsupial
"A Game?"
I just stared at the girl for a moment, though in honest, it fell like an eternity; eyebrows crossed, and a worried shine in my eyes.
The girl must have been embarrassed, especially after her attempt to dignify her meaning; she was blushing.
Yet... It was brief, but a mischievous smirk passed my face; and I...
Began to chuckle, heartily.
"Oh! How I wish this but a game, kiddo."
I had slung my left leg over my right into a more comfortable position.
My smile had continued to remain.
"You know... It seems like it was almost last week but... I remember discovering this fantastic title called FTL: Faster than Light... Ever heard of it? Oh, my co-workers back at the market couldn't even pry me off of that damn thing for a whole week!
It only took the boss a couple of tries to finally bring me back into the shop!"
I couldn't believe that I would actually remember that memory after so long.
Just the thought of it brought me back to a fit of soft laughter, a shallow tear sprang from my eye.
"Ha... I guess it's true... I guess you can consider this all a game I guess."
I grinned at that.
I turned back toward the girl and told her...
"You know what, you ain't half bad; I like that. So how about this:
Since it seems your so hard-pressed on finding these friends of yours, We can both go together, once dawn arrives.
Deal?"
I smiled at her.
I didn't know what her response would have been at that moment, but it didn't really matter.
Perhaps... perhaps I was taking this new life just a bit too seriously.
This girl had brought back a little glimmer of hope that I had left that humanity just may still thrive out there.
Perhaps this would be just like old times... A new beginning... Just like...
It was like an arrow had hit my chest, and subconsciously, I wept.
At least... this girl had not pried into my story... a past, I felt I could not share...
At least she didn't... yet.
I just stared at the girl for a moment, though in honest, it fell like an eternity; eyebrows crossed, and a worried shine in my eyes.
The girl must have been embarrassed, especially after her attempt to dignify her meaning; she was blushing.
Yet... It was brief, but a mischievous smirk passed my face; and I...
Began to chuckle, heartily.
"Oh! How I wish this but a game, kiddo."
I had slung my left leg over my right into a more comfortable position.
My smile had continued to remain.
"You know... It seems like it was almost last week but... I remember discovering this fantastic title called FTL: Faster than Light... Ever heard of it? Oh, my co-workers back at the market couldn't even pry me off of that damn thing for a whole week!
It only took the boss a couple of tries to finally bring me back into the shop!"
I couldn't believe that I would actually remember that memory after so long.
Just the thought of it brought me back to a fit of soft laughter, a shallow tear sprang from my eye.
"Ha... I guess it's true... I guess you can consider this all a game I guess."
I grinned at that.
I turned back toward the girl and told her...
"You know what, you ain't half bad; I like that. So how about this:
Since it seems your so hard-pressed on finding these friends of yours, We can both go together, once dawn arrives.
Deal?"
I smiled at her.
I didn't know what her response would have been at that moment, but it didn't really matter.
Perhaps... perhaps I was taking this new life just a bit too seriously.
This girl had brought back a little glimmer of hope that I had left that humanity just may still thrive out there.
Perhaps this would be just like old times... A new beginning... Just like...
It was like an arrow had hit my chest, and subconsciously, I wept.
At least... this girl had not pried into my story... a past, I felt I could not share...
At least she didn't... yet.