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RP GAMES Zombie Apocalypse RP "Chapter II"

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(( greeneguy, Zakis, Corvus Rex, Tulzscha Chapter II has begun, you have 24 hours from now until the next post, of course if everyone posts it will be sooner, keep in mind because of the Chapter II signups Max is dead, so if you find him, make sure to keep that part of the story intact))

The sun was once again peaking over the horizon. The smoke had all but cleared giving the Captain a good view of everything around her. She was covered in dried mud and remains of the battle everyone had just faced.

The group was starting to regain their footing, the ringing in their ears subsiding enough where the banging of the demolished bunker falling into itself began to settle. But the Captain couldn't help but be bothered by the constant methodic way it kept clanging. The way the rubble seemed to have a voice. Smoke rising from the small holes in the ground where there was still pockets of air the only reminder to their lives for the last year or more.

The Captain looked around, she saw Jack counting what little ammo he had left, she saw Cid dissecting what remained of the already mutilated corpse, and she saw Kurt sitting on a piece of the door that had blown off clasping a blood soaked towel.

She thought, "Where did he get a fucking towel?"

She looked down at her nails, two had been torn off in her attempt to dig for the entrance of the bunker in her haze after the explosion went off. She also saw her knife was gone. She began to panic as it was not just a weapon but one of the few pieces of her life she still felt was real in this surreal environment the world had put her in.

Regardless she realized she needed to find a shirt to cover herself with first. The beasts claws had ripped her gear from her chest down and she didn't need to men getting all weird with her now. She thought to herself, "But would that be weird considering what had just happened... does the norms of society still apply?" Non the less she got to her feet and looked for Max. She knew he had a jacket and she wanted it. At least the blood had dried as some sort of cover for the time being.

As she finished her 360 rotation of the surroundings she realized Max wasn't there.

She called out, "Where is Max?"

She wanted to hope for the best, but she knew from what she had just seen, this was just the beginning of the worst.
 
Kurt pushed himself to his feet and glanced around. From what he could see the Captain seemed to be in the worst shape, but she also seemed to be frantically searching around for something. He suddenly realized he hadn't seen Max yet and began searching as well.

When Max didn't turn up Kurt feared the worst. Leaning against some rubble he slowly sank down.

"Oh no... not again... not Max."

He let the towel fall from his hand and a breeze took it into a nearby fire. Despondent, he watched as it slowly burned away, the fire a troubled window to his past.
 
"Hm hm hmmm, hm-hm hmm," Cid hummed to himself as he pulled out another organ from the dead abomination, examining it briefly before setting it in a pile of other organs. So far it was rather disappointing. Very similar to any typical human besides its size and outer shell. But at the same time it was a good thing. He knew quite well how humans worked. As far as its shell went, he found it had "weak spots" in each of its joints. The outer-part of each joint was tough and malleable, and the inside much softer and thinner. He was confident that if they came across another one, he could take it down quite easily. Assuming, of course, he could make his attack undetected.

The thought of that last encounter caused him to wince and hold his left side. No broken ribs, he was sure, but definitely a fracture or two. He hoped they wouldn't have to do a lot of running soon. He wouldn't be able to properly mend his ribs without the right equipment. So for the time being he lost himself in his work, practically oblivious to anything else going on (as well as the pain). He didn't even realize Max was missing until the captain asked about him. Ignoring the inquiry, Cid sliced another piece of the beast free, examined it briefly, and set it aside, humming quietly to himself.
 
Jack finished counting his ammo and ripped a piece of his sleeve off as he watched the Captain slowly gain her bearings. His police uniform had seen better days, and he secretly hoped he could find military fatigues. He began to wipe the grime off of his shotgun, when he was distracted by what could only be described as a slurping sound. He glanced to his side and saw Cid was elbow deep in the the remains of the creature, dissecting it. The thing smelled worse on the inside then it did on the outside, Jack thought to himself.

He was snapped from his reverie by the Captain coming to her feet and asking no one in particular where Max was. Jack looked at her, hiding any discernible emotion and turned and walked away. He knew Max was dead, he didn't have to look for him, but the others would need to deal with it their own way. Jack found a sizeable rubble piled and quickly climbed his way to the top, crouching down and looking out at the ruins before him. As strange as the sky looked, Jack was glad to have the sun on his back. It filled him with a familiar warmth and reminded him of his time flying in the desert sun. I wish I had some damned binoculars right about now, Jack grumbled to himself as he kept watch. There did not seem to be anything else moving out there, but it was easy to get distracted by the sheer completeness of the destruction before him.

He hoped his new comrades got over the initial pain of Max's death quickly. We need supplies and sitting out here in the open isn't going to help us, he mused to himself. While he was considering directions of possible travel from their current location, a gnawing unease ate away at him. It is dead still out here, Jack thought, and there isn't even a breeze to hear. Jack didn't like the silence at all and laid down in the pile of rubble, concealing himself as he continued to keep watch....
 
The methodical clanking continues to emanate from the rubble as the Captain looked for Max, but she knew it was useless after a few minutes of seeing only parts scattered everywhere.

Everyone being complacent doing what was their own thing didn't bode well for the group as a whole. She wondered how the hell they would ever be a unit, but knew they were the only people she could actually trust in and for all she knew, the only people left to trust in.

The Captain approached Jack, she put her hand on his shoulder, "Good work tonight Jack." I guess in some sense she felt, even though he reminded her of the pig headed army jocks on the camp, he would benefit from some reinforcement for the shit show that just happened.
 
Content that he had discovered all he could, Cid finally looked up at the others, who appeared to just be moping around. Perhaps because of that kid? Yes, probably. What was his name again? Matt? Eh, close enough.

"So we're free now, hm? Unfortunately freedom means little without a direction, and less without a life. We're low on food, water, and other supplies." Cid looked at the pile of rubble that now buried everything they had and frowned. "At this point putting on a blindfold and walking aimlessly would be better than remaining here. Unless someone has a better idea."
 
As Jack was scanning the horizon, he heard someone climbing quietly. He rolled over to his knees, seeing that it was the Captain and turned back to keep his watch. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder as she spoke.

"Good work tonight, Jack.", she said.

"Eh, I'm just glad I didn't blow everyone up in the process.", he shrugged." There isn't anything moving out here for miles. You have a heading yet?"

As Jack waited for a response from behind him, he pondered the Captain's past. She definitely carries herself like military, he mused to himself. I put more trust into that then these untrained civies and I don't trust anyone these days. Lets just hope she has a plan. He continued to watch the surrounding area as Cid began to talk about finding a direction to head in......
 
The Captain felt Jack and the rest of the group were ready to move on, and she agreed with Cid even though he seemed a little loose in the head covered in blood and guts. "Why don't we gather what little we have here and start moving, maybe we can find shelter before nightfall, it is going to be a long day ahead of us." She walked over to Kurt who seemed completely destroyed by the nights events, "Hey.." she picked up the ragged towel from the ground, "Considering the circumstances I think perhaps you might want to keep this, I mean it is a rule and all." She smirked down through her dirt covered face, but immediately she changed her expression as she saw a hand sticking out from the metal door Kurt sat on. But it wasn't the hand, it was what it clasped onto...

A red South High Armadillos baseball cap...

"Max!"

She motioned for the others to come help lift the door to free this young boy from the wreckage.
 
Cid heaved a sigh and approached Max, rather hoping the kid was dead.

(( x.x sorry Kel, Cid's an ass. I don't hope you're dead. D: ))

If not he was likely seriously injured, and he didn't even have his med kit anymore. But, seeing how the group was moping about over his potential death, at the least some closure might help motivate them to get moving. So Cid helped move some of the rubble. They get such high hopes over only a hand. How do they know it's even connected to a body? Hah, wouldn't that be amusing.
 
Kurt stared into the distance as the Captain's words went in one ear and out the other. He jerked back to reality though when he heard her call to Max. He followed the Captain's eyes and stared in horror at the cap. Throwing himself off the door he scrambled to get a hand under it and start lifting. Thought wasn't really involved yet, just a desperate hope.
 
While Jack realized they would need his help to clear the rubble, he did not like the absence of someone on watch. He grumbled to himself as he climbed down his rubble pile turned watch post and began to help lift the door....
 
As the group tugged at this enormous piece of metal that protected them from the world outside, the irony was bleeding from it as they got it lifted and realized only Max's arm was remaining intact.

The door must have crushed him in the explosion.

The Captain stood stoic. She said nothing for a moment turned to Jack, "Check to the north, if it is clear we need to move."

"Everyone get whatever you need, but we move in 5."

The Captain stood next to Cid's hand for a moment, then took his hat and placed it over where one would only think the head would be. The Captain also noticed one of the other dead refugees under the rubble. She put her hand over the dead woman's eyes to close them, as she reached down, she was grabbed by someone. It was the woman. "She's not dea..." as she was about to yell for them to help, she saw the look in her eyes as the woman tried to bite at her, instinctively she grabbed for her knife, realizing it wasn't there she brought her foot into the air and smashed it down hard on the woman's head. The corpse now lay lifeless.

She mumbled something to herself about, "I guess something are still the same." as she began to remove the woman's shirt and replace her own with it.

"5 MINUTES!"
 
Once the group lifted the door, they were dismayed to find Max's severed arm.

The Captain stood stoic. She said nothing for a moment turned to Jack, "Check to the north, if it is clear we need to move."

Jack nodded, turned and climbed his rubble pile again, scanning to the north. He made a note to himself to attempt to find a hat to shield his eyes from the sun and the scorched sky. Seeing nothing ahead of him, Jack climbed quietly down the front of the rubble, careful to keep his sounds to a minimum. He decided he would check the immediate area they intended to move through and circle back to the others. He made sure his shotgun was tight across his back and he pulled his reliable combat blade from his boot as he moved.

It was quiet as he moved through what he guessed were the remains of vehicles. Jack stopped behind the twisted hulk of what looked to be a city bus and looked out to the north. Those look like foundations and remains of small buildings, he thought to himself. Nothing was moving in the area, but the possibility of basements or bunkers below the building remaining intact was an enticing prospect. It meant the possibility of supplies, survivors, or something worse. Jack slipped his way through the rubble back to the group with quiet precision and turned to the Captain and spoke.

"The north is clear. Nothing is moving out there, but I did spot the foundation remains of several buildings. Its possible they contain basements or bunkers that escaped the blast.", he continued."It could mean supplies, or it could mean we end up on something else's lunch menu."

With his report finished, Jack sat down on a slab of concrete rubble and slipped his blade back in his boot, waiting for the others....
 
(( I'm so sorry I've been gone for so long!! School has been...to put it a lightly, a BITCH. lol. But how could I let poor old Velma-Renae end without some dramatic finish, am I right?? I apologize to all of you and to Tristan. If this keeps going to further chapters, I will be sure to find some time to make another character and some point and enjoy this with you guys. In the meantime, I will keep reading it and enjoying your awesome narrations :D ))

Velma-Renae jolted up. How long had she blacked out? She knew she was awake, yet all she could see was empty blackness. It scared her.

She tried to calm herself down and retrace her steps; she wanted to remember what happened..

It slowly came to her like a horrible nightmare. She remembered turning around, and seeing the monster..she remembered almost fainting. She remembered the Captain telling them to haul ass back into the bunker..which she did. When she finally realized what happened next, she was so ashamed. How could she have abandoned her group? She was too scared to stand up and fight against the giant brute outside the front doors, so she hid. She was in panic mode, which apparently wasn't helpful to anyone, including herself.

Then the explosion came. She finally remembered now. And that was it...a cold shiver went through her body. Am I injured? Am I trapped? she thought.

The panic slowly swelled in her again. She started banging on the metal above her. As soon as her fists hit the nearest debris, she felt a sharp pain in her side. She knew she must have taken a pretty hard fall, but how hurt was she? She kept hitting, praying for someone to save her, ignoring all the pain in her body. This isn't how it's supposed to end... she thought. What will her mother and brother do without her? She needed to find them.

She stepped back a minute, trying to make her next move. Even walking was immensely painful. As soon as she stepped back, she tripped over something. A backpack of some sort. And other supplies. Could this be her group's valuables? She felt around the area and realized there was a lot more here than she realized. It's almost as if they just dropped everything and ran. She thought. I have to get out of here. If I'm not going to make it, I need to at least try and make it up to them by giving their stuff back.

She screamed for someone, anyone, to find her. She couldn't see, but she knew that her fists were bleeding from banging so hard. She kept hitting and screaming as loud as she could until she could no longer speak or move her arms. Then she waited..either for someone to save her, or for her demise.
 
Cid tried so very hard to hold back a burst of laughter when the group pulled out a detached arm from the rubble. If he hadn't been distracted by some distant screaming he might not have been able to control himself. Someone actually alive trapped under the rubble...?

The captain's yell of "5 MINUTES!" brought him back to attention, and then Jack came with his report. Finally a goal, Cid thought, admiring his gleaming blade for a moment before stowing it away, joining up with the others. He thought of the screaming he heard earlier... eh, probably just another zombie.

(( oo, I wants supplies D: is it too late to save Velma-Renae? ))
 
(( Yes Velma is trapped in the rubble, all we can hear on the surface is the clanging noise, but that is now gone. You guys can decide what we do here, if we walk away or if we notice her last scream effort. Both have consequences btw. Some may be much bigger than the others. But remember the scream wasn't like a normal above ground scream it was buries under rubble. So I leave it in your hands.))

The Captain turned as to walk away but instinctively she knew something was different. She shrugged it off as the feeling of unease from the entire fucked up day, the entire fucked up earth after the nukes had gone off. Tremors every few hours like clockwork. All she cared about now was that the new shirt fit her well.

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What she didn't realize was the methodical sound she was hearing, was not the rubble settling, it was the banging of the once full of life Velma-Renae. The girl who painfully reminded her of her sister. The girl who followed the Captain during mess hall meetings. The girl who braided the Captains hair during the longer nights in that shit hole. The same braids the captain would tear out before she had to meet the rest of the leaders for tactical meetings in the mess hall. The pain of pulling out the tightly knotted braids used to remind her of the pain she felt for losing her whole family. So this became almost a ritual. The girl would come to the Captain at night, smile, and just start coming her hair, and braiding. They said very little. One day The Captain forgot to remove the braids and the other men during the meeting started to treat her as if she was no longer one of the guys. They cat called and joked. This was the end of the unspoken relationship between Velma and the Captain. The girl who inadvertently took care of her The girl who finally made her "feel something" again during their time underground, but being so scared of emotions after how they betrayed the Captain prior, and unable to deal with the men's insubordination accused the girl of coming into her room and stealing food rations during the night. The men focused a lot of energy on this new "threat". The Captain internalized every tear she saw the girl drop that day, but said nothing. "This is who she had become, this was the life she was destined to live, she didn't deserve any more," she used to think.
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"Are we all ready?"
She turned to Jack,"I want to get to those buildings you saw before nightfall!"
Looking down at Kurt, "Let's go! Get up! You are either going to get it together or we are leaving without you!"
She saw Cid walk by her, he had a weird look in his eyes, "You have something you want to say to me?"
 
Jack stood up from his concrete seat as the Captain rallied the group. I swear I heard something in the rubble, he thought to himself. As he moved closer to the twisted remains of the bunker entrance, he swore he could hear sounds coming from the pile.

"Hey kids, don't meant to interrupt the fantastic party we got goin' on here, but does anyone else hear noises in the rubble?"

Jack knew his ears could be trusted but it had been a long day, and no one had spoken up yet.

"Well its either that or I am incredibly sleep deprived.", he joked.....
 
Max's severed arm twitches its fingers with rigamortis.

((As you were. I'm just highly amused at my dismemberment))
 
The Captain turned to Jack, "Aren't you the one that is anxious to get out of here? No one could have survived that blast. We are moving out!"

The Captain seemed to snap at Jack for no apparent reason. Perhaps it was the day, perhaps it was because she was afraid he could be right and it was her fault, or perhaps her new shirt was too tight and she was sick of thinking Cid kept taking a peek.
 
(( rofl Kel xD ))

(( oops, Cap'n Ninja beat me. :p ))

"You have something you want to say to me?"

At first Cid didn't know the Captain was talking to him, then he paused and glanced back, his eyebrow raised slightly. "No, I do not." Odd question.

He was about to continue onward when Jack asked about the noises in the rubble. The doctor rolled his eyes and said, "Oh no, maybe there are more dismembered limbs trapped under there. We should start digging right away!" He scoffed. "Just watch your face when whatever you free tries to bite it off." Cid was getting a bit irritated at them. The longer they waited here the higher the chance something else would find them. Besides, what were they going to do? Spend the next few days digging with no food or water or even a bloody shovel? No thanks.
 
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