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RP GAMES Zombie Apocalypse RP "Chapter I"

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((And so it begins, if you did NOT sign up here: http://alttabme.com/forum/index.php?threads/zombie-apocalypse-rp-sign-ups.2480/ please do not post in this chapter. You can sign up on the thread listed here for Chapter 2 if you wish to join us. Keep your entries short and concise, only speaking for yourself and no longer than a short paragraph to keep things moving. Other than that have fun!))


Guidelines: Out of character chat is defined by (( out of character )).
The story will begin once we have at least 5 characters.
How to talk: When it begins you will want to talk about yourself and what you say using a format similar to: "Fuck that is huge", I said in a gasp.
Posts: Keep your entries brief, no longer than a paragraph to keep the storyline going.
Interaction: DO NOT KILL OR WRITE STORY ACTIONS FOR OTHER PEOPLE IN THE AREA. You can of course reference them and interact but how they respond is up to them.
The Captain: This player will decide what your actions consequences are. So choose wisely. Think of it like D&D but if you cast magic misile into the darkness you will probably be swarmed by a billion zombies and die. If you die you can sign up on the sign up page again under a new name and begin in the next chapter.
Chapters: Each Zombie RP session will be broken up into chapters to let others join in later if they are so inclined and also give a sense of progression and accomplishment to those who have finished. As well bonuses, such as weapons, food, housing will be provided to those who make further into the chapters.
Start Date: Chapter 1 will kickoff on Feb 8th sometime in the evening.



It had been a months, maybe even over a year, since the explosion was heard for miles. Since all radio traffic stopped, cars disabled, buildings deserted. The winds must have carried the fallout from the bombs by now? Everyone went into the underground base knowing they may never come out as the timers counted to zero as the bombs systematically detonated…

The base contained at least 1000 people, but sickness and hunger made those numbers fall below 100, including you.

The radio was powered by a crank for the resistance. Everyday the captain sat there turning the handle methodically, with only the sound of static to fill the sparse walls of the bunker.

But for the first time in weeks the 100 ft thick metal doors had stopped clanging from sounds of the
outside world burning, gas lines exploding. The bunker felt still… a calm before a storm perhaps? There were rumors of opening the sealed doors within the week, but time was scarce in that dark damp underground "haven" and a week may have become months or maybe only days.

But something about the silence today was different… The static turned to a voice, which turned to a message, as the resistance became still hanging on every word!

"Attention, everyone…..we will go back up to the surface in a few hours. Pack everything you own. Form up into small groups and head up to the surface. You may be tired and worn, but don't give up hope! OUR world begins TODAY! Watch your backs… we don't know what is alive… or what survived… God Speed."

With that The Captain gave the signal and the doors began to hinge open. The light burning the eyes of everyone who had not seen the sunlight in so long. Children born of the cave crying due to the new "heat" they felt from it.

The bright light at the end of the tunnel shone bright, as the resistance made their way to it, un sure what would be there, but hearing, "Keep moving! Stay Quiet! Form up! Don't let your Guard down!" from the Captain.
 
((So for clarification: The apocalypse happened about a year ago? And everyone is ordered to leave the base?))
 
((So for clarification: The apocalypse happened about a year ago? And everyone is ordered to leave the base?))

((The bombs were dropped and the remaining people alive were made to go into cover and are now being told they can leave.... because it is "safe" :) In short yes. ))
 
((Sorry, another point of clarification: we can just jump in here explaining what our character does and sees? Are all those signed up exiting as a group or are we just "on our own" at this point?))
 
Sterilize, clink. Sterilize, clink. Calm and methodical, Cid cleaned and packed his instruments, one at a time, once the announcement was made. The habitual process soothed him. He was in no hurry. Sterilize, clink.

A man shouted, somewhere. There were gunshots, a scream. Sterilize, clink.

A woman approached him, frantic, bordering psychopathic. "My husband, I think he's dead! You must help him!"

Sterilize, clink.

"I regret to inform you that I cannot ressurect the deceased," Cid replied, his voice dripping with disdain. Was this related to the gunshots, perhaps? It mattered not. Sterilize, clink.

"You're a doctor! Aren't you going to do something?!"

"No." Cid closed the lid of his med kit with a soft click, and stood up.

"I hope you die! I hope you rot in hell!!"

Turning away and walking toward the door, shielding his eyes from the intense light, the barest of smirks crossed Cid's face. Hell indeed! For what would one call a post-apocalyptic world such as this? And what is there to do but rot? He supposed he would find out, after leaving this hellish place. He has saved dozens of lives here, while hundreds of others were lost. They were all rotting in hell. And all the better to leave it behind.

His eyes slowly adjusting to the light, Cid did just that.

((Am I doing it right? xP))
 
((Sorry, another point of clarification: we can just jump in here explaining what our character does and sees? Are all those signed up exiting as a group or are we just "on our own" at this point?))

((you are all together as a group as of now. Only one exit :) and yes you can talk about what you see, say, etc.))
 
((I thought that was a really good start!))

Hefting his backpack into a more comfortable position, Kurt began to get worried. The initial chaos and excitement of the announced departure had begun taking on a more anxious air, and as he walked towards the opening he perceived a few subtle shifts in the crowd's behavior. A few minutes ago his advance had been slowed by people running about collecting belongings and finding loved ones, but now the majority of people were pushing frantically towards the exit against what seemed to be a few dozen people trying to push back.

All of a sudden a hysterical woman crashed into him, clutching at his jacket.

"Help! My husband! The doctors won't help! No one will help!", she sobbed.

"Woah! Woah! Where is he? I'll try to help.", Kurt responded.

The woman began dragging him wordlessly towards the opening and, having seen a few mobs in his time overseas, Kurt feared the worst. He'd seen protestors getting out of control and the sometimes bloody aftermath; the twisted bodies crushed beneath scores of feet. They kept near the wall and managed to squeeze past the crowd, the woman's panicked determination leading the way. As they pulled to the front Kurt expected to find a chaotic exodus; eagerness to see the sun again replacing reason and restraint.

Taking in the scene before him, Kurt realized that such minor things as human stampedes would become a fond memory.
 
((Yes except you should be talking for you only, not with characters that do no exist or are not your own.))
((Sorry, used the woman as a tie-in between what Tulzscha wrote and my part, hope that's ok. Wasn't intending more for her than just a reason for my character to be heading over by his.))
 
The captain could be heard, "Let your eyes adjust. It will hurt only for a minute or two. But you are OK, you are alive!" Something about the tone of voice when she said alive seemed different. The captain could be seen going to the resistance and making sure everyone had their supplies tied down right, and helping them into the light.

To herself she thought, "This is what we waited for? Patches of dirt... smoke billowing in the sky... the smell of decay..."

She kept it together as she moved away from the resistance as they began to calm after coming our of the bunkers one entrance, battered and torn. Scratched and Scorned. Little did they know she had been up all night the day before clearing the bodies of those who didn't make it. Her hands still black with the ashes. She walked away from the pack and scouted ahead a bit to the clearing.
 
Max walked out with the rest of the group. The captain wasn't kidding, the sunlight seemed blazing after all the time spent with nothing but artificial light and small fires. He adjusted his baseball cap to better block the sun and tightened the grip on his bat. He had planned to set out right away and search for his family on his own, but the landscape that greeted him looked completely alien. He couldn't believe he was in the same place where he had arrived a year ago, maybe not even the same planet. He scanned the horizon as long as his eyes could take it. No good. He was completely lost. He decided that his best bet was to stick with the captain. at least she seemed to know what she was doing. He settled in to wait for her return.
 
Velma-Renae covered her eyes with her grimy hands. She sat there for a moment, unsure if she was feeling anxious or excited. She was hoping this day would come ever since she found herself locked in that filth-ridden base. As she trotted out of the "death cage" (as most people still alive liked to call it), she was half expecting the peaceful, crisp air she once knew in her countryside farmhouse. All she got was the putrid stench of death and decay. The heat was almost unbearable. She scrambled for her purse and reached in for her lipstick. She nervously brushed it against her mouth and rubbed her lips.

After a few minutes she was able to look around and see what was in front of her.

Rubble. That was it.

She turned and looked behind her at the motley crew of survivors that seemed to form her group. They all seemed worn out and tired. She wanted more than anything at that moment to sprint away. All they would do is hold me back, she thought. Hold her back from her mother and her brother. She knew they were out there..somewhere.

But, she did respect The Captain. I suppose I should stay with this group. She thought to herself. Besides, maybe some of them could be useful, after all. She always knew how to get what she wanted, especially from men. And if she has to sacrifice a few of these men to find her family, that was just a price they would have to pay. She impatiently stood in front of the group, waiting for some sort of orders, ready to head out into these wastelands.

"Well, what do we do now?"
 
Jack tightened the straps on his backpack and checked his shotgun, making sure it was completely functioning. As he walked towards the huge bunker doors sliding noisily open he remembered when he first went underground.

"Hey FNG, everyone is givin' you such a hard time 'cause they like ya. None of these guys will say it in front of each other but they have a deep respect for the fact that you served in the Marines, Winseki said as they walked out of the precinct house. "They'll warm up to ya eventually, its only your first day..."

My first day on the job and the world goes to hell, he thought. I lost friends in a desert a million miles away and then I lost my new partner on the first day and now everything is completely fucked, but Marines make do...


....hurt only for a minute or two but you are OK, you are alive!" Jack was snapped out of his daydream by the encouraging words of the Captain and the blinding light from the opening doors.

"Shit, what I'd give for a pair of damn Oakleys right about now", he mumbled to himself as his eyes adjusted to the welcome light of the Sun. The sky looked strange as if it had been burned and all he saw was rubble in every direction. Jack saw no sign of the city or civilization that had once towered on the horizon.

There is no way anyone is going to make it a day out here alone, he thought to himself. The Captain has direction, Ill stick to her for now.

Jack kept his shotgun lowered but ready as he snaked through the crowd with precision. As he caught up with the Captain he reminded himself to not get attached to anyone.

"It'll be easier when they die", he grumbled to himself.....
 
The Captain stood on the hill hearing the crumbling of the buildings that once were as if they were settling like the ground itself when the Earth first formed. But before she could even get her footing, she hearing the screamng of a woman behind her.

She turned quicker than she could see seeing this strange woman going from person to person in a panic. A man was following her.

The Captain knew they needed stay quiet and calm. She had seen the size of the scratch marks on the door, she knew things were different now. The woman continued her raving as the Captain turned to go back to the group.

The captain began to say, "Keep your voice do...." The captain was lifted from her feet and while tumbling in the air saw what seemed to be a giant. This was no flesh eater, this was the size of 10 of them.

As she made her third rotation in the air she yelled out, "GET BACK TO THE BUNKER!!! RUN!!"

The creatures momentum stopped as the still frantic women who was screaming for help ran into the looming shadow. As she looked up she tried to scream, but for once no sound came out of her mouth as a fist came down from above her and caved her head into her body, then into the ground. As if it were just a fly on the wall, the creature now planted it's feet and let out a fierce roar that pushed the resistance back. They were now bocked from freedom!

(( you can attack or go backward to the bunker or do nothing ))
 
(( I've been thinking that maybe one person should control the NPC's and scenery, in a style similar to that of a DM in DnD. That way we can't have people randomly hurling npc's across mountains. Sort of levels the playing field.))
 
(( I've been thinking that maybe one person should control the NPC's and scenery, in a style similar to that of a DM in DnD. That way we can't have people randomly hurling npc's across mountains. Sort of levels the playing field.))

(( Absolutely Mod, I will be controlling how the attacks effect the NPCS etc, but will be telling it in a story form of "The Captain" , is that what you mean? ))
 
As he was in no particular hurry, Cid was somewhat behind the others as he watched the scene unfold, and he almost laughed at the irony. Safe, huh? That's what they said anyway. If you call having your innards splattered over everything in a 10 foot radius "safe," sure. At least no blood got on his pristine white coat. He half hoped it was the crazy woman from earlier.

Hanging back, the doctor made himself invisible amongst the panicking crowd as he watched intently. This creature is most likely intelligent, as it has apparently been waiting outside these doors for some time. Those scratch marks were probably caused by this thing, so it knew we were here and planned an ambush when it couldn't get inside. I must admire its dedication.

Cid was no stranger to killing. He knew the human body inside and out: how it ticked, how to make it stop. One accurate plunge of a blade, a single deft slice, was all it took. He doubted this thing was any different. He searched for where it would be most vulnerable.

((Oh snap you ain't playin' bro! xD Hrm, /roll for find weakness, can I do that? x.x))
 
((Oh snap you ain't playin' bro! xD Hrm, /roll for find weakness, can I do that? x.x))

(( haha, nope we are going to be using description within the story as hints to weakness and the like as it goes on, for now it is your actions that reveal the hints and moves of the "NPCS's" ))
 
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