NationStates Jolt Archive

((Ok this rp may jump around in the time line as in a week in the past to the present but no further than atleast 5 days. Also no big ass armys or anything like that. This is going to be kept quite by government so no other nation knows so basicly you can be a visitor or something like that. And once your bitten you have 2 options: bullet to the head or find the crue (hard to find but can be done) but if you go more than 6 hours wiht out it you basicly are screwed. Ok I'll set the plot and we will be off.))

4 Days befor....
A recently formed group of advanced scouts storm a old ruin site and discover a mass horde of things hardly called "human" as the surviors said. Later 3 of the 4 died from unknown wounds the 4th, Echo Maxwell escaped the hospital only to discover that somehow the infection came with them. The nation was placed on code red and locked down. No one was able to exit or enter.

Present day......
Echo was weak from running for what felt like years. "Damn it we have to find my brother," she says to the other man fallowing her. "I know but he is in the so called 'safe zone.' You heard what heppened to the group that tried to get there. They were slaughtred," he quickly replies as he checks the remaining rounds in his pistol. "Oh well we have to try anyways I'd rather die knowing I tried than live knowing was afraid," Echo quickly says as she takes his pistol out of it's holster and begens stalking out of her hiding place.

((Ok so you can be what I said befor a vistor or someone on a busness trip but you can't be some comando squad but you can be a member of one. so join in))

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((People join in please))

Slowly Echo looked around from her hiding place. As she thought she saw what remained of the population of the "forgoten" sector. They were the first to be infected as it said in her brefing but nothing said could prepare her for this.
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A few blocks away another person emerged from hiding holding in each hand a MXDII pistol. He looked around and suddenly opened fire on a pack of infected people literaly blowing there heads off with one shot each.

(OC Ok, I would love to join this. Give me some time to brew up a character, and I am not going to have a fighting one proberbly. Someone low key for a change :wink: )

((OOC:Ok glad to have someone join hope this one gets to the end))

(OK, got an idea for a character. But I need to know were I can turn up. He is a civilian ( :shock: ), and he is going to be a journalist, or a writer of some sorts. Do not worry, I have plans set I feel. Nothing is going to go out into the world, I will find a way. So...can you give me an overview of what has happened in the city? I am just needing ideas for how to fit myself in.)

((Ok the sector that spawned the "zombie" like humans was nicknamed the "Forgoten" secotor due to the fact that it was the worst damaged during the last civil war. A Advanced Scout team entered a abandoned underground parking complex via sewers and found the so called zombies. Of the team of 10 only 4 escaped as you know Echo is the last one alive. Also in that same sector the press were being taken on a tour of the new construction zone for a housing program. In the end only one bus escaped with everyone onboard the others were ether totaled or broken the ocupants fled into hte surounding buildings and rubbel. Echo is curently atempting to cross the sector finding surivors and find the starting point of the infection. She is traveling with one of the hospital staff members she escaped with the man who killed a small pack of zombies is one of the Advanced Scout members. That good?))

(OOC Right got it. I think I can do this, just help me along with area descriptions until I know what I am dealing with here. :) )

A swift puff of the poison flowed down his throat, the grey gas filling his lungs, leaving it's residue on his lungs. A few seconds, then the dragon breath came from his dry lips, billowing forth gently as it pillared up from his breath going upwards in a smoke signal of sorts.

Blake was sat, holding the cigeratte in his still shaking hands, wondering what the hell had just happened. Another inhalation of the grey smoke, Blake did not give a damn about his promise to quit. This was no ordinary circumstance, far from. In fact, Blake had never been in any situation quite like this in his writing profession, what things I will write if I survive any of this.

Only the question remained as the fumes escaped his mouth once more, what was going on?

Blake did not know, he was going to get up and try and make a move to safety...if there was anywhere safe in this place at all...when he saw a woman. A woman called Echo.

Blake got up slowly, his head giving a flood of complaint through dizzyness and pain from the bruise of falling over. His memory was in shatters of recent events, and each one hurt like hell. He squinted and let the ciggarette fall from his lips as he crushed it under a brown shoe.

"Hey! You there!" Blake cried over to the woman, taking a few steps in a dazed state. He looked like he had not slept in a while, or at least he was under a lot of stress. Well, who was not in this situation?

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OOC:I like so far

IC:
Echo looked at the man who called out to her and raised her pistol. She then lowered it and breathed a deep breath. She had never though she would have to kill but this was a moment where she had to do things she would regret. "Are you hurt?" she shouts out to him as she slowly stalks through the shadows towards Blake the other man behind her covering there flank.

(OOC Brief character descripton of Echo please, if you can :) It would help me a lot)

Blake walked slowly up, not trusting his feet or sense of balance just yet. His vision was a little blurred but he could handle that. It reminded him of being drunk, but this time there was not the happyness that you had downed a good amount of alchoal before you crashed to the floor in a dazed stuper.

Blake replied in a slightly raspy voice, "I'll live. I think...I just fell over...." Blake said rather softly and in a slightly shaky voice. His hands were running on thier own accord, they were shaking uncontrolably, but the cigarette had seemed to allow Blake to have some sort of control over them, but not as much as he would have liked.

Taking a few more steps, slightly more assured that his legs were going to do something stupid like trip him up, his stride becoming longer and more confidant that he was not going to fall in a sprawl of his shaken self. Blake added after his point, getting to the question which was burning like the cigarette he had just been puffing on, "What the fuck is going on here lady?"

Blake was obviously a civilian of some sorts, yet he had something about him which was not civilian. He had a sense of this being not completely unusual, that he knew something of these kinds of situations. An intellegent person could tell possibly that he was in the journalistic proffesion by the pen in his upper pocket of his stained white shirt, alongside his notepad. Every step he took was followed by a soft click of his shoes giving of thier monotonous tune.

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((Echo is a 20 year old young woman who was the most recent edtion to the Maxwell family. She is the only pure human one and dosn't enjoy killing (she is one of those people he just hate war but fight for there lives if needed.) She has light brown hair and a sweet smile))

"Wish I knew my self. All I do know is that all hell had broken lose and we have to get the hell out now befor we encounter any infecteed people," she says as she offers him her hand to help him through the rubble. "Hey Echo we got a problem!" her friend shouts out as he fired off a few rounds into a group of the infected.

Then the BUMP bomb goes off

((Echo is a 20 year old young woman who was the most recent edtion to the Maxwell family. She is the only pure human one and dosn't enjoy killing (she is one of those people he just hate war but fight for there lives if needed.) She has light brown hair and a sweet smile))

"Wish I knew my self. All I do know is that all hell had broken lose and we have to get the hell out now befor we encounter any infecteed people," she says as she offers him her hand to help him through the rubble. "Hey Echo we got a problem!" her friend shouts out as he fired off a few rounds into a group of the infected.

Blake listened as best he could, he simply nodded and said "Ah huh..." at the end. He used her in a little bit of support, and his head was begining to clear from the maze of confusion.

"What the fuck? What the damn hell happened to those people?" Blake asked rather calmly, while looking at those who were infected. He was in astonishment, his mouth slightly open at the sight.

"Trust me you don't want to know," Echo says as she fires off a round killing on of the infected people. She shudders as the bullet impacts into the rotting flesh of the person's head. "Hurry we have to find cover befor we can talk," Echo's friend says as he runs towards the entrance of a old power plant.

Blake simply stared in morbid fascinations atthe creatures...his mouth slightly agape.

"By the Gods...what caused all o' this?" Blake asked himself...before running along side them, his legs jolting into life after seeing those shambling creatures....things it seemed were about to get extremely harsh.

<OOC> Character Description: Luke McNeill was a battle-hardened soldier, originally sent in to investigate the disappearance of government spies under suspicious circumstances. However, when his unit arrived, they were confronted with their worst nightmare. The spies and most of the population had been infected, and were now trying to eat them. The soldiers were unable to escape, and sought another way out, but were infected one by one. In the end, Luke had to put a bullet in the head of his best friend since as long as he could remeber in order to save them both from a fate worse than death. Now, he's willing to try anything, but has almost given up. His country is not especially interested in wat happens to him. </OOC>

Luke fired the last bullet of his gun and the... thing... dropped to the ground. He thought he had seen it all, but nothing could prepare him for this. He walked over, and, with a grimace, crushed her...its head, just in case. Before the plague, she'd have been pretty nice, the sort he'd like to take back to a sleazy motel, but now... if Luke ever got out alive, he'd probably become a priest. A noise... Luke twirled round. Just the wind. He breathed a deep sigh of relief, then emptied his gun and inserted his last clip. He'd have to be careful with ammo, and find an exit soon. Looking around, he heard footsteps nearby, passing him in the street through a nearby alleyway. They seemed to be humans, but he had to be sure. He waited a few minutes, then walked through the alley and followed them, making sure to keep a prudent distance.

<OOC> Character Description: Luke McNeill was a battle-hardened soldier, originally sent in to investigate the disappearance of government spies under suspicious circumstances. However, when his unit arrived, they were confronted with their worst nightmare. The spies and most of the population had been infected, and were now trying to eat them. The soldiers were unable to escape, and sought another way out, but were infected one by one. In the end, Luke had to put a bullet in the head of his best friend since as long as he could remeber in order to save them both from a fate worse than death. Now, he's willing to try anything, but has almost given up. His country is not especially interested in wat happens to him. </OOC>

Luke fired the last bullet of his gun and the... thing... dropped to the ground. He thought he had seen it all, but nothing could prepare him for this. He walked over, and, with a grimace, crushed her...its head, just in case. Before the plague, she'd have been pretty nice, the sort he'd like to take back to a sleazy motel, but now... if Luke ever got out alive, he'd probably become a priest. A noise... Luke twirled round. Just the wind. He breathed a deep sigh of relief, then emptied his gun and inserted his last clip. He'd have to be careful with ammo, and find an exit soon. Looking around, he heard footsteps nearby, passing him in the street through a nearby alleyway. They seemed to be humans, but he had to be sure. He waited a few minutes, then walked through the alley and followed them, making sure to keep a prudent distance.

Echo stoped for a moment and looked out into a dark ally and raised he pistol and shouted "Come out or I will have to open fire!" She personaly hoped not to have to fire off round and harm another human.

OOC:Cool like the character idea but what weapon does he have?

Blake watched, the kind of swagger about him that meant that this seemed normal to him, well in some ways. He just remained silent and concentrated upon bringing another cigarette to his lips, brining a silver lighter to bring it's flame. Currently, the flint was having no luck.

*click*
*click*
*click*

The flame glew again, bringing the warm vapor to his lungs, athough they were doing far worse. He held it between his lips as he looked on, a little while away from her, looking on curiously to see who it was.

BUMP!!

Luke emerged from the shadows with his OICW automatic pistol raised. He gave the woman and the two men a quick look, and decided the woman was in charge.

"Humans," he gasped disbelievingly. "I thought I was the last one left... Name's Luke. I came here to check up on my, uh, government's interests, but my unit got attacked by those... things. Mind if I ask what you're doing here?"

"Surviving it seems" Blake added onto whatever responce Echo would give. Blake was busy puffing away softly, giving off a faint trail of the grey gas.

"Atempting to... GET DOWN!" Echo suddenly shouts as she runns forward and shoves luke down and firs off 3 rounds into what remined of a human that was walking towards them. Each round impacted into it's head and then the 3rd round blew it wide open. "We have to find cover now!" she says as she reaches down and helps pick up Luke

Luke accepted echos' help, then said, "Over there!" and ran into an abandoned hospital where he and his friend had holed up a few days ago. Mercifully, the lock was still intact.

"In here!" he shouted.

Luke accepted echos' help, then said, "Over there!" and ran into an abandoned hospital where he and his friend had holed up a few days ago. Mercifully, the lock was still intact.

"In here!" he shouted.

Luke accepted echos' help, then said, "Over there!" and ran into an abandoned hospital where he and his friend had holed up a few days ago. Mercifully, the lock was still intact.

"In here!" he shouted.

Echo nodded and began runing towards the doors. Echo's "squad mate" quickly grabed Blake and began pulling him along with them.

Blake was enjoying the wonderful taste of tobacco in his mouth, the sensation of the fumes escaping his lips. Blake was about to ask a question, along the lines of "Who the damn hell are you? Why the hell are so many people ready for this hell? I seem to be the only one who is not armed!" but was cut short by a running person dragging him away into the hopsital.

"Alright alright I am movin'!" Balke cried out and turned around fully annd went with them, a puff of smoke escaping from his lips as he ran, the cigarette barely being held in his mouth.

"Faster before we have to leave you behind!" the man says as he slides into the hospital and fires a round at a advacing infected human

Luke pulled the door shut after Echo and Blake, cutting off a zombie's hand in the process. Inspecting it, he discovered that the nails were somewhat longer than normal, almost like claws.

"Looks like these guys are still mutating," he muttered, then rounded on Echo. "So anyway, you know my story, and anyone can guess that Smokey here is some sort of journalist. Why are you here?"

"Naturally." "Smoky" as Blake was affectionally named, he continued to puff as he ooked on as a third party.