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RP GAMES Zombie Apocalypse RP "Chapter II"

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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!"

That other guy decided to chime in with another idiotic comment as well? What was his name Cid? Jack suddenly didn't give a shit.

Jack had been surprised by the Captain's snappy response. He quickly shot back, "Hey who isn't anxious to get out of here. We don't have the time or strength to dig through all this anyway. I don't know anyone down there."Jack knew those last words would hurt even as they left his lips. Cursing himself for uttering the words, he shook his head and climbed back up a pile of rubble to keep watch while the others gathered themselves. As he sat there, his mind raced as an internal struggle commenced.


Who gives a shit Jack? Why care if they all die? You have lost too many friends to make new ones now! Just travel with them for survival.

But the Captain, if anyone understands even slightly its her. It can't hurt to have one friend Jack! Who knows how many people are left in the city? Country? World?

In the end Jack knew while it was the tough choice, it wasn't feasible to stay and dig into the night, with no shelter or food. Whoever was down there, if they were still human might not survive the digging or be seriously injured. It wasn't worth risking four lives for one that possibly hovered near death. I hate math, he grumbled to himself as he watched the sun climb higher into the scorched sky....
 
The Captain gave looked at the group, and with a lump in her throat she said, "There is just no way to know for sure. We have to keep moving."

With that she walked past each member of the group's stares without a flinch and toward the ruins Jack had pointed out earlier.

She panned her emotions inward as she knew that if it was her alive in some hole, she would hope for the humanity to at least see the light again. But this was the world today. There was no happy ending, there was no glimmer of hope, there was life and there was death, and whatever it was in-between that was worse than both.

She continued walking not even turning back to see if the group was following. The ground shook with one of its ever methodical tremors once again on the hour as usual, almost as a punctuation of this "choice" she had made. "Is it even up to us to choose our path anymore..." she mumbled to herself and half at the earth shaking beneath her feet.
 
If Cid had heard the Captain's thoughts he would have agreed completely, with only two differences. For one, he held that point of view before the apocalypse. And second, he was content with it. Life and death were his closest friends, playmates. He held the power to give one and take the other as he pleased. Even these people, who struggled so hard to hang on to their minuscule threads of existence, could so easily be parted from it with one, quick slice.

As his mind played over the various situations in which he might kill the others, Cid's thoughts idly shifted toward the tremors beneath them, and the monstrosity coming from the ground before. He wondered what else was under there, and if there was any pattern to it all.

(( Nothing. It happens. Introverted characters suuuuck. xD ))
 
((Sorry, this is a long post, but basically necessary :p))

She sat there, either waiting for someone to save her, or her demise.

Suddenly, a tremor shook her out of her soundless daze, and everything turned from black to white. Velma-Renae squinted, unsure of was happening. Am I dead? she wondered. It seemed like the white light everyone so dearly talked about when one mentioned death. She tried opening her eyes, and noticed that it only looked white from above. Way above. She guessed it was about three stories above her.

Could it be...? Was she seeing ACTUAL light?

She bowed her head down, trying to get a feel for her surroundings. She couldn't see anything for what seemed like forever, but after a while her eyes adjusted. She noticed bags on the ground. Lots of them. Maybe a group really did leave them behind. Was it because of that monster?

She noticed she was inside some sort of weapons room. Only a few guns remained on the decrepit shelves, but she noticed one thing that caught her attention...

Fireworks. She thought for a minute, trying to understand what she had found. This could actually be her salvation. Velma-Renae made an excited squeal and danced around the room. Before she could get too excited, another sharp pain expelled from her stomach. She had almost forgotten she was wounded. She looked down to see her stomach where the pain originated...

It didn't look good. She noticed lots of blood all over her shirt. And the pain grew more painful as soon as she noticed. Great. Just what I needed. More pain and more complications. She thought.

She was never allowed in this room while she lived down here. This was where The Captain always was. And that painful day where she was called a traitor for stealing rations, she remembered her screaming in her face, calling her a liar and pathetic. She shook the memories from her head, and tried to see the problem at hand. She had a firework, and she had a plan. If that really was a light above her, there could be a chance she could launch that baby straight into the hole above. Then perhaps salvation?

She grabbed the firework, and grabbed matches which she randomly found in her pocket ((CONVENIENT. I KNOW RIGHT?? Admin edit: these were awarded to players who survived chapter 1)) and placed it above the bright light. She couldn't see anything above her, but she knew it must have been a sink hole in the rubble that trapped her in her cage. She stumbled to light a match (with much pain) and was able to light the firework. It zoomed up and out of the tiny hole ((ALSO CONVENIENT! Yup.)) and Velma was knocked back from the explosion above.

It worked. Maybe someone will actually save me this time. She thought. She waited again for anyone to come find her as the wound in her stomach continued to expel immense pain.
 
((Sorry, for some reason I wasn't getting alerted to updates.))

Kurt was in shock. His world had literally ended, the last ties he had to it had been wrenched away, he'd faced phobias and traumas and it all just kept getting worse. It was too much. He didn't really hear what everyone was saying, he just knew that it was wrong.

He'd lost everything else. All there was left to do, was the right thing.

Slowly, mechanically, he started making his way towards the cries for help.
 
Jack shrugged and picked his way through the rubble, moving to the left side of the captain and following her heading. The silence of the day was shattered by a loud hiss behind him. That sounds like a flare, he thought as he turned just in time to see a firework exploding over the rubble with a loud crack.

"Oh greaaat! Hey giant flesh-eating monsters built like battle tanks, dinner is right here!", Jack said sarcastically.....
 
((Sorry for the delay got busy with a RL video edit for a client))

The Captain who had made her way a good 30 feet ahead of the group, determined to get them out of this shit hole regardless of the consequences heard the explosion.

She turned to see what idiot was trying to get them killed, when she saw no one was near the explosion. She recognized the colorful display that burned out in an already scorched sky. Those were the fireworks they were going to use for a fuse, but decided to use the grenades instead.

"But those are still in the armory, with our weapons, and rations, and..."
The Captain immediately yelled to the group, "We are going back! Someone is down there still!"
"Hurry that explosion could have brought a shit storm down on us!"

((As you all already implied we will be going back so I didn't put the option to ignore it, so now we head to the site to see who is alive))
 
Cid rolled his eyes and sighed, following the others back to the bunker ruins like a petulant child. Apparently all their time spent cooped up in the base struggling against death did nothing for their survival instinct, as they clearly did not value their lives. Cid didn't value them either, but he valued his own at least a little bit.

"So, any brilliant idea how to get back in there? Preferably before the zombies come to pick our bones clean."
 
Kurt had experienced shell-shock before, and this was a similar sensation. The distant ringing became lost in the sound of rushing air as the world crashed back in on him.

"... shit storm down on us!" The Captain yelled.

He looked down at his raw hands, scraped and slightly burned as he mechanically moved debris. He clenched them a few times to make sure they were really his, and then he turned back to the rest of the group. He remembered how to speak.

"Wh... what... what do you need me to do?"
 
The Captain picked up the pace as she approached the rubble. "Spread out and find out where that firework came from." She hoped to god it wasn't set off from the flames still burning under her feet from the blast.

She already lost good men and women opening the doors once. She worried about saving face almost as a knee jerk reaction from the world before this one that she grew up in, but after seeing the men around her with a sense of hope she knew this world no longer favored the brave or valiant, but the ones who were alive.

She thought, "but at what cost is a life now..." She quickly got out of her endless loop of insecurities and focused on the task ahead: saving whoever was here.
 
Kurt looked around the rubble, it was mostly the same kind of haphazard ruin he had seen in building collapses before. He began to wonder how far off the ground the firework could have gotten if fired from below, and started looking for some sign. A more predictable scorch pattern, debris displaced by the air burst, anything that could keep this last bit of hope going.
 
The Captain and the men searched the rubble. She knew if something didn't show up quick they needed to move quickly to a new location. That firework while a glimpse of hope probably gave the same hope to food deprived flesh eaters.
 
A handful of stones skittered across the ruins as Cid putzed about, glancing here and there, not really looking, hoping the others would come to their senses already. He was about to give up and leave on his own when some of the stones he kicked disappeared, their fall echoing from some hidden depth. Making his way over to the hole, Cid looked down with his hands behind his back, spotting a person. Alive? Dead? Undead? Well he could always "accidentally" drop something to find out and potentially solve this problem the easy way... neh, too many potential witnesses.

Instead he said, "Why hello there. Are you the one trying to get us all killed?"
 
Jack frowned as he watched as the others ran to the rubble. Awesome now everyone is convienently located around said dinner invitation AND no one is watching our backs, Jack thought to himself. He began to circle the rubble, keeping one eye on the perimeter and one eye on the rubble. He was looking for an opening in the rubble where the firework could have originated from. He watched carefully as Cid bent down on top of the pile for a closer look at something. Something about Cid was off to him. Jack couldn't place why, but the man just screamed wrong to him. Eh, can't worry about that now, he shrugged. I got more important things to worry about. Like things trying to eat me.

"Whatcha got up there?", Jack called out.
 
"Whatcha got up there?"

Cid turned his head toward Jack then pointed down. "A person. I think you should go down there. You know, check it out." He grinned.
 
The Captain looks over to the men all gathering over a hole in the ground.

"A sink hole... it must have been the tremor"

She pushes the bickering men back and looks down the small hole. "No way can anyone fit in here.." she thinks to herself.

She kneels down by the hole, "Is anyone down there?"
 
Her pain was overwhelming. How long had she sat there since the firework went off? Minutes? Hours? Time seemed to become a fleeting variable in the equation of her passing life. She felt her life force slowly drain from her body. She knew she wouldn't survive much longer without medical help. Then she heard it. A woman's voice. Familiar.

"Is anyone down there?" the captain shouted through the only sliver of life left in her perspective.

"I'm he...I'm here!!" Velma-Renae trying shouting, but it turned into more of a sputtering whisper. She tried again.

"I'm here!!! Captain, is that you? I have..I have resources down here. I..I think I'm badly hurt. Help me!" She heard a faint echo of her voice this time. She was more than loud enough this time, for she saw more movement as she looked down on the shadows that were casted from the sinkhole above.
 
The Captain knew that voice. The hair on her arms stood upright as she replayed the tone in her head. Her hands subconsciously pulling through her hair as if she were right beside her again, "Velma-Renae", she looked at her hand covered in the remnants of that night past.

"Is that you Velma?" she called down the sink hole with a knot in her throat.

She couldn't help but notice the lack of child like energy she usually heard from her. The slurring of her words. It reminded the Captain of the last time they spoke, the night she still regretted to this day.

"Hold on, we are going to get you out of there!"

The Captain looked down the sliver of a hole filled with late afternoon sunset. There was blood dripping down one side and scorched earth on the other. She could only make out a glimmer of the girls eyes. But they were at least 3 stories down. Even they were going in and out. "None of us can fit down there..." she thought to herself before she turned to the men and said, "We need to dig her out!" She wasn't thinking clearly, she only knew she could not let the child down again. This poor girl had been through so much, some of which was The Captain's own doing. The Captain had taken away part of this child's happiness in a bleak shitty world, and some of her own as well for what? The greater good?

"The greater good, blood splatter bits of that "greater good" all around here, we (she looked at the 3 men left) are the greater good, we cannot let this child die alone in the place that was supposed to be the haven for a new life!" The Captain spoke out loud not even realizing it.
 
She pushed herself to her feet with all her might. She looked down at one of the bags and tried to hoist it over her shoulder. It was way too heavy. She fell to the floor, even more in pain. She called out as best she could.

"Look, I don't know if I can get this stuff by myself. You will either have to find a way to come down or find a way to lift the bags up! Is there any way you can make the hole bigger? I can see hardly anything!"
 
Velma's voice sounded strained.

"Don't worry about the supplies Velma! We are going to get you out of there, don't move. This is the Captain!" she yelled down the hole that she realized was blocking Velma's line of site due to its small size, long distance, and light shooting down it.

The Captain turned to the men waiting for any ideas. She felt helpless. But as she sat there is the silence around her she started to realize she needed those supplies for this group to have a chance, but she wouldn't leave without both! She wouldn't betray Velma again.
 
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