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RP GAMES Zombie Apocalypse RP "Chapter II"

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Hm, supplies? To hell with the girl, but I could really use my instruments. And with that thought Cid actually put some effort toward this ridiculous mission. This whole place collapsed not long ago. Chances are the formation is not particularly stable. To test his theory, Cid stomped near the hole a couple times, a few small rocks breaking loose and falling down near Velma. If they could create another explosion, that might do it. And the falling rubble may create a path for them to traverse downward, if they were lucky.

"Hey," he called down, "got any more of those fireworks?"
 
Jack stood over the hole as the Captain came over and called out. He was surprised by a faint response from below. Instantly his heart jumped as he attempted to put a name to the voice. Didn't bother to learn peoples names, he thought, but it sounds like that girl that followed Captain all over the bunker. What was her name Venus? Vanity? No no, it was V-E something Vel...

"Is that you Velma?" Jack was snapped out of his mental quest by the Captain.

Velma! That was it. How the hell did she survive that blast down there?

The Captain turned and looked at him and Jack could see the helplessness in her eyes. He had no solution for her riddle though. The pile of rubble was potentially unstable and no one knew how injured Velma was down there. They were also standing out in the open as the sun pushed into the late afternoon. He turned away avoiding having to answer her and checking the perimeter. He turned back around as he heard Cid speak up.

"Hey," he called down, "got any more of those fireworks?"

"Whoa, we don't know how stable this pile is. You can't just go setting off explosives. If she can see a clearly to the surface to shoot that first one, then we need to try to send her a rope. I don't think we can try anything else too drastic. We also need to find said rope." Jack had no idea where they were going to find something sturdy enough to pull this girl up, let alone their supplies but he sure as hell wasn't about to flirt with getting blown up TWICE in one day....
 
Kurt raked a hand through his hair and tried frantically to come up with a solution to their predicament.

"What if... what.." he mumbled before yelling; "hey Velma! What supplies do you have handy down there? If you have another firework and some rope you can try using the firework to launch the rope up to us. We can toss down more matches if you need them."
 
Cid scoffed at Jack's comment. "The only way she'll fit through that hole is in pieces." The doctor's blade appeared in his hand. "But if you insist."

"hey Velma!" Kurt yelled, "What supplies do you have handy down there? If you have another firework and some rope you can try using the firework to launch the rope up to us. We can toss down more matches if you need them."

"And if the firework misses, as it likely will, there is still progress. I like it." Cid pulled a box of matches out of his pocket, unsure how it got there. He took out a couple and dropped them down the hole. "Here," he called down, "have a blast." Cid then got up, started walking away, and said, "Now I have no particular interest in getting blown up, so I'm going over here."
 
((I agree. Lol))[DOUBLEPOST=1363990484,1363989504][/DOUBLEPOST]Velma felt a light tap on her head, and she assumed it was the matches. She knew this was most likely the worst decision she will ever make, but it seemed like she didn't have much of a choice. She wanted to get those supplies up to them, no matter what. She limped over to where she found the first firework and tried looking for a second. After a few minutes of blindly searching in the dark, she managed to find one more identical to the first she originally had.

She got lucky the first time, shooting it perfectly through the small sink hole. She prayed that she could do it again. She lined it up near the hole, and proceeded to search through the supplies down below with her. She knew she had brought rope in her backpack, so it took no time at all to identify her own and find the rope inside just where she placed it. She tied it on with the firework, and found a match to light it up. She lit it up and let the firework fly. Please make it. Please make it. She pleaded to herself.

((By the way, I'm assuming the firework won't blast the rope to smitherines..so hopefully physics actually works a little differently in this world. Haha))
 
((Presuming the rope is long enough to work in the first place, it should only break/burn what's wrapped around it and a bit off the top, the majority of the rope should be fine.))
 
As the men came up with this plan, The Captain could only sit at the edge of the hole and hope. Hope that Velma's constant reference to the supplies they had left behind wasn't because she thought she was going to die. Hope that she could actually make the shot one more time. Hope that this one didn't bring the "locals" over the hills.

She saw Jack head up to the ridge... she knew it was best that way, they needed a lookout, they needed to be smart, even if they wanted to hope.

The firework lit and The Captain saw it bouncing against the tiny walls as this time it didn't shoot as straight as the first. The walls were crumbling with each hit, but it was still moving up. As it climbed the rope dangled from the end.

The Captain audibly cheering it on, "Come on, come on. Just get close enough to grab it!!!!"

As the firework made its final deflection off the crumbling wall of the hole, it shot out of the top as the Captain put her hand out and grabbed the end, "Got it!"

She turned her head shielding her face away from the hole as the firework launched toward the ground instead of the sky and exploded with a huge impact. The colorful explosion now filling the ground with a small bit of shortly lived life. The sparks dancing around, then fizzling out to ashes.

The Captain turned back to the hole, rope clutched tightly in her hand, "Velma, tie it around your waist, we are getting you ou..." The Captain looked down at the rope...

The fireworks dance up the small shaft had burnt the rope in multiple places. There was no way it would ever be able to hold the weight of a person.

"Velma wait!" she quickly yelled down the hole.

How stupid had she been, thinking even if the rope had made it in one piece that a girl could fit through that sliver in the ground that shone light on Velma, as a magnifying glass would to an ant in the hands of a boy flexing his power of humanity.

She turned to the men and they at her. As if she flicked a switch her eyes glazed over, he mouth pursed, and she turned back to the hole,

"Velma, if you can... tie the first bag to the rope. We don't want to break it with your weight and the bags all at once. We only need a bag or two Velma. You are a strong girl Velma. You think you can do that for us?"

She turned to the men in a quick glance... and back to the hole, "Then we can pull you out of there. "
 
Cid sat on the edge of the rubble pile absent-mindedly cleaning his nails, admiring the view. Was little there was to be admired, anyway. That took all of two seconds. Glancing back at the others he noticed the poor condition of the rope and overheard the Captain instructing Velma to send up supplies. Going to abandon her now, huh? That's not very nice, Cid chuckled to himself and shook his head. Well, if they managed to retrieve some supplies out of this it could be worth it after all.
 
Jack had turned to glance at the rescue operations from his lookout perch and saw the condition of the rope. He saw the look on the Captain's face as she glanced at the rope and then back at the men standing next to her. I know that look, he frowned, and I have been there before. It never gets easier Captain, he wanted to say. Your only choice is to box it up and deal with it when you can because it will get you killed. Jack shook his head, trying to clear thoughts of desert sand stained with blood as he turned back to his watch duties. The ruined city remained eerily quiet....
 
((Time is up story is being progressed Velma will be represented by this color.))

Velma listened the to Captains words but as she was losing blood quickly didn't really hear the part about putting the bags on the line. She began to grab at the rope.

The Captain loosened her grip as she felt Velma strain the rope with her weight, "Velma! I need you to put the bags on there first. One at a time. We don't want to break the rope with all the weight!"

The Captain could tell that Velma was losing consciousness and she knew this would be her last moments in this world.

"Stay with me Velma. Remember..." The captain choked up a bit, "Remember when you would come to my room after the long days of waiting?"

Velma shifted her attention to the voice she made out as the Captain above her, blinded by the white light flooding in through the small hole above, unable to make out any faces. Normally this topic might make Velma quiet and reclusive, but in her state of mind it brought her a level of comfort.

"Yes Captain. I remember. I waited everyday for those nights."

The Captain continued, "Me too Velma! Me too." The Captain tried her best to keep her moving and her mind off what she was doing, "I had no right. You have always been stronger than me. You are miles ahead of your years. You taught me so much. You taught me how to let go. "

As the Captain continued talking Velma tied a bag at a time to the rope and the Captain hoisted them up. First was Kurt's bag.

"You were there for me and I didn't appreciate it. I didn't appreciate the picture you painted for me, because I didn't understand. I didn't understand the world. I still don't understand it Velma, but I understand you."

The rope was creaking as it pulled the second bag up, this time it was Jack's.

Velma began to tie the Captain's bag to the rope and something fell out of the side pocket. She stopped what she was doing and pushed it into the light with her foot as she could hardly move from where she was sitting. It was the comb she used to put through the Captains hair as they sat in silence warding off the long days. "You.. " she began to tear up, "you left me... You gave up on me. I never gave up on you. I came to your door every night until we opened the metal gates. I waited there."

The captain saw the brush. "I know Velma, I heard you outside of my door. And I did nothing. But now I have a chance to do something! I have a chance to share what you taught me to those left in this godforsaken world. That brush is all I had left of you, of humanity."

Velma pushed the brush back into the pocket and tied off the bag.

The captain began to pull up the bag.

Velma put her hand to her side and placed it in the light... her blood was thickening and black. She knew she was not making it out alive, and she knew the Captain knew too. "I forgive you Captain."

The Captain looked down the hole as she pulled out the bag running her hand past the brush as she placed it to the side. Velma moved her face into the light, her eyes told the entire story. "Don't do that Velma, don't... I don't deserve..."

The Captain was cut off by a loud noise behind her.

(( MoDSec will be joining us now, please wait for him to reply before moving past this point, you can react to what just happened but nothing to push the story forward. ))

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Bang, Bang. Mawdsec was running now, one of the creeps had almost gotten his leg, and now they were pouring out of every crevice looking for their meal. The only direction he knew for sure was clear, was open ground, but when you're being pursued by scores of walking dead you don't have the luxury of choice. The sun shining in his eyes as he made it to the crest of his first hill, he turned and fired some shots into the nearest walkers. Bang, Bang, Click.

"Oh..." He exhaled while looking at his Mini-14 in dismay, "Shit..."

Quickly he moved his Mini to his back and started running once more. He had another clip in his bag, but he wasn't about to stop to get it. Running down the opposite bank of the hill he could see human like shapes in the distance. Zombies? They don't appear to be moving like zombies, but whether they are or are not, the Million Dead March behind him was more of a threat than they are. Mawd was taking the shortest path away from the city, he was going to live through this, and if they are human, then they might too. The sound of hundreds of zombies moaning drifted from the other side of the hill to his ears. I sure hope this goes better than it does in the movies. He shot his arm toward the sky and started waving it around erratically. I hope they can hear me, because their lives depend on it.

"Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuun!" He yelled between his breaths, "Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuun!"

Even If they don't hear me, they'll see the zombies soon enough, He realized.

((For those of you who've forgotten what my character looks like. Here is the sign up bit. Add some gore to his pant legs and you're fine. Look at the clothing and appearance part of the spoilers. They also have image links for examples))
 
The Captain turned her head to the loud screaming coming from behind her.

"Get to your feet! We have incoming!" The Captain threw Jack and Kurt their bags.

The Captain pulled out her own pistol from the bag. She looked down the hole, "Velma just hold on!".

She began walking toward the figure flailing and screaming. She thought to herself, "Could this be another survivor? And what the hell is he doing?! This is going to attract a ton of... "

Just then she saw it, body after body coming over the horizon at a slow but steady pace.

She turned to the men, their faces deadpan.

She looked to the hole, Velma was yelling up asking what was happening, her voice being drowned out by the what would be thousands of feet dragging on the ground.

She mumbled under her breath, "Fuck."

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Well, that's our cue, Cid stood up brushing the dust off his clothing. Unfortunate timing, he thought, thinking of his med pack which was still lost below them somewhere, but this is the apocalypse, so I suppose it is to be expected. I do not know why that person insists on bringing the zombies toward us, though. Heaving a small sigh, Cid started walking, his head tilted in thought.

"I am curious. How good is everyone's aim?" he asked.
 
Jack couldn't believe what he saw. A man running straight in their direction over the rubble piles screaming and waving his arms. Jack raised his shotgun as the man approached, tempted to shoot him for making such a ruckus. He was distracted as he watched a rubble pile behind the man come alive with shambling corpses. "Well fuck me sideways.", Jack remarked to himself as he turned to yell a warning at the Captain.

"Get to your feet! We have incoming!" she shouted as Jack turned to see his military rucksack flying through the air at his face. He caught it and glanced back at the advancing horde. Fuck, not enough time to pull out my ammo, he thought as he slung his pack over his shoulders. The undead horde was slowly moving towards them, eerie groans escaping from rotting mouths as they reached out at the survivors from afar. Jack turned back to the others quickly as he spoke.

"We gotta move NOW people!", he yelled. "Stay together and keep an eye out for a place to hide out. Something sheltered and easily defensible. We can't outrun them forever. I'll bring up the rear guard, follow the Captain.

He nodded and winked at the Captain as the group began to move away from the approaching horde. (admin edit, moving other characters) Jack brought up the rear, switching between walking forwards and backwards while keeping an eye on the undead....
 
Kurt felt mixed emotions as he caught his grandfather's bag; it was clear the Captain had no intention of rescuing Velma. As the activity of the group began to pick up however it was also clear he didn't have time to sort through them right now. He strapped on the backpack and checked his weapons.

It was time to leave.
 
The Captain knew this was it, but got down on the ground and leaned over the hole,

"Velma..."

"Velma can you hear me?"

The Captain didn't hear anything...

"Velma, (softly) I'm sorry... (louder to the hole) I am sorry Velma!"

The running man was within arms reach of the group now, and the undead were not that far behind. She didn't want to go. She didn't want to leave Velma again. The Captain grasped to the sides of the dirt hole as it crumbled in her hands. She watched as the small bits of dirt bounced off the sides of the hole until they made the softest noise against the cold metal floors of the bunker. The world outside of that hole was shit, it was loud, it was murderous. But in that moment the hole and precision focus on Velma was tranquil. She was paralyzed from getting up. She just wanted to dig until her nails came off to get to the child.

The Captain heard Cid slink away. "Velma, I have to go now... There is a bag of medical supplies down there Velma. There is a needle in that bag. It will be red and white. Use them all Velma... (the Captain knew the undead would not rest until they got to her in that hole) You don't need to feel the pain the world has brought on us anymore, (slight pause) that I brought you. (silence) Velma!"

The Captain stayed on the ground dug into the hole.

(( Choices: Run, Fight, Kill the New Guy, Freeze up ))

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