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OUTBREAK: A Survival RP (IC/ENDED)

Postby Beiarusia » Mon May 25, 2015 11:19 am

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It happened so suddenly, the beginning of the end.

Millions have already been infected, the victims of a new plague unlike any other once before witnessed in the brief history of mankind, a deadly contagion so cruelly and so harshly released upon an unsuspecting world, an act of terrorism that would in mere weeks bring the most prominent superpower crumbling to its knees. Quarantine has long since failed; countless lay dead and dying, many more consumed by the ravages of illness.

Now, in the aftermath of ruin, a new dawn is soon upon us. For those fortunate enough to have survived thus far, whether by fate or sheer determination, things will never again be the same.

No help is coming.

No safety exists.

Will you, a survivor, discover the truth of our death?

Or will you succumb to infection?


Days Since Outbreak: 27

Samantha Tallow // Chicago, Illinois (Cloudy)

Samantha was sitting in the rear cargo area of an abandoned box truck, her back pressed up against the corrugated steel wall, a slight chill managing to reach her despite the ragged jacket she wore. This had been where she had spent the night, the truck having offered a scant sense of safety when there was none to be found elsewhere. By sheer chance the company sold mattresses and so the truck had been filled with many soft things for the girl to sleep atop of, something which had only served to evoked a yearning for when sleeping within a bed was an act so often taken for granted. Deeper down it was a longing for home, for her own sheets and blankets. Sam pushed aside these lingering thoughts of sentimentality, having more pressing concerns to attend to that day.

Namely finding her father.

Sam had been with her father when the outbreak took hold of the city. He worked for some company whose name she had never bothered to commit to memory and had been in Chicago on a business trip. Sam, his only daughter, had tagged along, something she had often done in the past when school was not in session. They had been lucky to have been well enough away when the attack occurred but had become stranded in the city due to the airport’s then temporary closure. The two had stayed at a nice hotel for little over a week, waiting for things to simply blow over.

They never did.

After the riots and the breakdown of the government quarantine the two had tried to leave the city, something more easily said than done. Samantha was quite fortunate to even be alive, having had the protection of her father for so long, but now the pair had become separated after having encountered a group of those things. Sam couldn’t help but shudder at the mere thought. They did, however, have a plan in case something like this were to happen, a meetup spot, but getting there had been slow going for the girl given her own difficulties. She had to take even more care traversing the city streets and today would be no different.

The girl stood, using a small flashlight to see her way around the inside of the truck, gathering what few belongings she had: an anime backpack with some granola bars, batteries, a radio (useless to her), a pocket knife she had nicked from some store, and a sketchpad with various pencil colours. Aside from a t-shirt and black leggings (with a denim skirt overtop and fuzzy boots) she had the jacket her father had given her only days beforehand, army style with faded olive fabric and oversized enough to dwarf her already thin frame.

Everything packed and ready to go, the girl steeled herself and slowly opened the truck bed.

There was nothing outside – that she could see in any case. Cautious, she hopped down and quickly made her way to the edge of the street, having learned to avoid the center when at all possible. Checking her surroundings one last time she continued on her way.
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Postby Australian Antarctica » Mon May 25, 2015 12:14 pm

Vincent scanned the street ahead of him, looking for any signs of trouble. Since he had gotten to town a month ago, things had gone to hell. He had been on a trip with some friends during break, probably one of the worst decisions of his life. For just a day after getting to town, it happened. The outbreak took the lives of everyone he knew. Even his girlfriend. Vince teared up just thinking about it. Laura and him were the only ones of their group of friends to have survived the initial outbreak.

That didn't last long.

Only a few days after they had left the safe zone the military had set up, Laura came down with the disease. She had only one request before she had passed on. Kill her so she couldn't go mad, be like the rest. Vince had done just that, shooting the women he loved square in the forehead. He had regretted the decision every day since then.

Looking down the street once more, he noticed a girl slipping out from a mattress truck. Vince hadn't seen another person in days, so this was a welcome surprise. He ran after her, finally getting close enough to talk in a loud voice, as not to attract any infected "Hello?"
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Postby Beiarusia » Mon May 25, 2015 12:45 pm

Australian Antarctica wrote:Looking down the street once more, he noticed a girl slipping out from a mattress truck. Vince hadn't seen another person in days, so this was a welcome surprise. He ran after her, finally getting close enough to talk in a loud voice, as not to attract any infected "Hello?"


Sam was glancing around a corner, her sharp eyes scanning the seemingly abandoned street for any signs of movement: a paper bag skittered across the asphalt further down, pulled about by a gentle breeze that seemed all to calming given the situation at hand. Seeing no signs of anyone or anything, the girl was preparing to jaunt across the intersection when she felt and urge to glance behind her. Being deprived of one of her senses Sam rarely ignored these gut instincts that came to her at seemingly random. In most cases they were a simple overreaction brought about by her inability to perceive her surroundings, leading her to appear restive if not jumpy, but sometimes they had proven useful in avoiding obstacles or unpleasant situations. Considering how the world was at this moment these instincts (or her insecurities) had been magnified tenfold, and while still no cause for alarm in most instances Sam would be hard pressed to simply disregard her feeling.

There was a man coming up to her from behind.

The girl panicked at the sight of him, jerking back and tripping over her own feet. Tumbling to the ground, she scrambled away from the somewhat pudgy man and took position behind a nearby wreck, finding herself unpleasantly in the center of the intersection and in full view of whatever could be watching. On her feet now, and crouched, she watched the man with only a fraction of her body showing to him, glancing about for a possible escape route should she have need to run. She and her father had seen what some would do in order to survive and had generally steered clear of any confrontations with the locals. Perhaps not everyone was willing to sacrifice their fellow man for their own continued existence (or depravity) but Sam was erring on the side of caution and wasn't about to simply walk up to this man who was seemingly calling out to her.

Anxious and taking a chance she gave a small wave.

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Postby Australian Antarctica » Mon May 25, 2015 12:54 pm

Vince wasn't used to people being scared of him. All through school he was picked on, bullied, and beat up. This was a new feeling, and he didn't like it one bit. Seeing the girl wave, he relaxed a bit "Don't be shy, I won't hurt you. I'm Vincent by the way. What's your name?" he asked, motioning for the young girl to come over. Thinking quickly, he tucked the pistol he had scavenged off of a dead soldier into his pants, no need to scare her.
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Postby Beiarusia » Mon May 25, 2015 1:05 pm

Australian Antarctica wrote:Seeing the girl wave, he relaxed a bit "Don't be shy, I won't hurt you. I'm Vincent by the way. What's your name?" he asked, motioning for the young girl to come over. Thinking quickly, he tucked the pistol he had scavenged off of a dead soldier into his pants, no need to scare her.


Sam watched the man. He was speaking to her and motioning for her to come closer. She came out from behind the wreck, staying well enough away for the time being, glancing up and down the street to make sure that everything was still clear. Seeing no signs of danger the girl returned focus to the man, unsure what he was trying to say to her. He didn't seem all too threatening so she relaxed a bit.

Unable to communicate she tapped at her ear before shaking her head.

With a sudden thought she slid the backpack from her shoulders and reached into it, looking up to the man periodically as she did. Finding the sketchpad and a pencil, she opened to a page and scribbled a message. Having written large and dark enough to be easily readable she showed the man. Are you friendly?

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Postby Australian Antarctica » Mon May 25, 2015 1:11 pm

Beiarusia wrote:
Australian Antarctica wrote:Seeing the girl wave, he relaxed a bit "Don't be shy, I won't hurt you. I'm Vincent by the way. What's your name?" he asked, motioning for the young girl to come over. Thinking quickly, he tucked the pistol he had scavenged off of a dead soldier into his pants, no need to scare her.


Sam watched the man. He was speaking to her and motioning for her to come closer. She came out from behind the wreck, staying well enough away for the time being, glancing up and down the street to make sure that everything was still clear. Seeing no signs of danger the girl returned focus to the man, unsure what he was trying to say to her. He didn't seem all too threatening so she relaxed a bit.

Unable to communicate she tapped at her ear before shaking her head.

With a sudden thought she slid the backpack from her shoulders and reached into it, looking up to the man periodically as she did. Finding the sketchpad and a pencil, she opened to a page and scribbled a message. Having written large and dark enough to be easily readable she showed the man. Are you friendly?

Vince chuckled a bit "If I weren't friendly, would you still be standing here?"
Last Edited By George S. Patton on December 21, 1945 edited 3 times in total
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Postby Beiarusia » Mon May 25, 2015 1:26 pm

Australian Antarctica wrote:Vince chuckled a bit "If I weren't friendly, would you still be standing here?"


Sam stared at the man, not certain what he had said. Taking a breath, she stepped closer to the man, slowly and cautiously, ready to run if he made any sudden movements. Having closed the distance she held out the sketchpad and pencil, waiting for him to take it and hopefully understand to write down what he wanted said.

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Postby Australian Antarctica » Mon May 25, 2015 2:22 pm

Beiarusia wrote:
Australian Antarctica wrote:Vince chuckled a bit "If I weren't friendly, would you still be standing here?"


Sam stared at the man, not certain what he had said. Taking a breath, she stepped closer to the man, slowly and cautiously, ready to run if he made any sudden movements. Having closed the distance she held out the sketchpad and pencil, waiting for him to take it and hopefully understand to write down what he wanted said.

Vince thought for a moment, then it clicked. He pulled out a piece of paper and a sharpie and wrote down a greeting You are deaf? My name is Vince, what is yours? I mean you no harm
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Postby The Flame Dawn » Mon May 25, 2015 2:37 pm

Jonah had barricaded herself in her garage when the infected began to swarm a little ways down the streets. Jonah didn't know why they were swarming but she assumed it was because of all the noise she made while gathering parts from the dump for her many projects. There were 6 long tables already in the garage when the infection hit and over time Jonah managed to loot 4 more in and make a small sleeping area and find a decent supply of food. On the tables there were various projects where piles of metal parts and improvised weapons with blood splatters on them. Jonah had encountered a large number of survivors who had made weapons to fight the infected and if they died she would go and hunt down the body to loot the weapons. After further examining them she notes the flaws in them and makes improved versions of them.

Jonah walked over to one of the less cluttered table and grabbed a a collection ofcrude improvised weapons and a makeshift crossbow, preparing for the worst.
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Postby Beiarusia » Mon May 25, 2015 3:36 pm

Australian Antarctica wrote:Vince thought for a moment, then it clicked. He pulled out a piece of paper and a sharpie and wrote down a greeting You are deaf? My name is Vince, what is yours? I mean you no harm


Sam read the message and then scribbled a response, showing it to the man when she was done. Sam. I'm lost. Trying to find dad. She glanced around again, still feeling uneasy about the whole situation. The girl wasn't one to go out and meet new people, even less so now that the world had come crashing down. Communication was often a factor as to why she shied away from others, but now her safety was directly affected.

Still, he had made no threatening moves towards her. Sam felt that she could probably trust him enough as it was, and maybe he could even help her to find her dad. She wrote down another question. Are you alone?
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Postby Australian Antarctica » Mon May 25, 2015 4:02 pm

Beiarusia wrote:
Australian Antarctica wrote:Vince thought for a moment, then it clicked. He pulled out a piece of paper and a sharpie and wrote down a greeting You are deaf? My name is Vince, what is yours? I mean you no harm


Sam read the message and then scribbled a response, showing it to the man when she was done. Sam. I'm lost. Trying to find dad. She glanced around again, still feeling uneasy about the whole situation. The girl wasn't one to go out and meet new people, even less so now that the world had come crashing down. Communication was often a factor as to why she shied away from others, but now her safety was directly affected.

Still, he had made no threatening moves towards her. Sam felt that she could probably trust him enough as it was, and maybe he could even help her to find her dad. She wrote down another question. Are you alone?

Your dad? I'm sorry. I'll help you if you want. Yes, I am alone. Everyone I came here with is gone
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Postby Xanama » Mon May 25, 2015 4:14 pm

Vianna woke up in her car, keys missing and no gas, she was also locked in, jammed doors, she started to kick the windsheild, trying to get out BAM BAM BAM, she kept kicking, she kicked one more time and got out, she began to look around, looking for something as some type of weapon, nothing, so she began to walk around, being very careful. "This is..." She said but didn't finish her sentence. she found an abandoned building with with a small pipe, she thought this is a good oppertunity, she found two other things, a small bit of duct tape and a pringles holder, she broke the holder and put it on her arm, she then duct taped it on and now had a bite shield (A bit like this)
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Postby Beiarusia » Mon May 25, 2015 4:21 pm

Australian Antarctica wrote:Your dad? I'm sorry. I'll help you if you want. Yes, I am alone. Everyone I came here with is gone


Sam hesitated for a brief moment and then wrote: I'm sorry too.

She looked back down the road, seeming to scan the skyline before glancing back to Vincent. Finding her father would be much easier with a helping hand, and he was nice enough that it would be difficult to deny him. We are supposed to meet at the tallest building if we got separated.

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Postby Australian Antarctica » Mon May 25, 2015 4:47 pm

Beiarusia wrote:
Australian Antarctica wrote:Your dad? I'm sorry. I'll help you if you want. Yes, I am alone. Everyone I came here with is gone


Sam hesitated for a brief moment and then wrote: I'm sorry too.

She looked back down the road, seeming to scan the skyline before glancing back to Vincent. Finding her father would be much easier with a helping hand, and he was nice enough that it would be difficult to deny him. We are supposed to meet at the tallest building if we got separated.

That would be the Sears Tower. Let's go, I saw a truck with a full tank of gas down the road a ways
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Postby Beiarusia » Mon May 25, 2015 5:02 pm

Australian Antarctica wrote:That would be the Sears Tower. Let's go, I saw a truck with a full tank of gas down the road a ways


There was a pause before Sam nodded. She wrote down a quick reply, filling that last blank space of her sheet of paper. Thank you. She returned her sketchpad to her back pack, zipping it close before sliding the straps across her shoulders. Ready to push onward towards the tower she motioned for the man to lead the way seeing as how he would be better suiting for such a task given her lacking abilities.

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Postby Xanama » Mon May 25, 2015 5:09 pm

The Flame Dawn wrote:Jonah had barricaded herself in her garage when the infected began to swarm a little ways down the streets. Jonah didn't know why they were swarming but she assumed it was because of all the noise she made while gathering parts from the dump for her many projects. There were 6 long tables already in the garage when the infection hit and over time Jonah managed to loot 4 more in and make a small sleeping area and find a decent supply of food. On the tables there were various projects where piles of metal parts and improvised weapons with blood splatters on them. Jonah had encountered a large number of survivors who had made weapons to fight the infected and if they died she would go and hunt down the body to loot the weapons. After further examining them she notes the flaws in them and makes improved versions of them.

Jonah walked over to one of the less cluttered table and grabbed a a collection ofcrude improvised weapons and a makeshift crossbow, preparing for the worst.

Vianna was now walking around, she noticed a house, she began banging in the garage door, pipe ready to beat someone "Hello?!?" She dtood there, waiting for an answer

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Xanama wrote:
The Flame Dawn wrote:Jonah had barricaded herself in her garage when the infected began to swarm a little ways down the streets. Jonah didn't know why they were swarming but she assumed it was because of all the noise she made while gathering parts from the dump for her many projects. There were 6 long tables already in the garage when the infection hit and over time Jonah managed to loot 4 more in and make a small sleeping area and find a decent supply of food. On the tables there were various projects where piles of metal parts and improvised weapons with blood splatters on them. Jonah had encountered a large number of survivors who had made weapons to fight the infected and if they died she would go and hunt down the body to loot the weapons. After further examining them she notes the flaws in them and makes improved versions of them.

Jonah walked over to one of the less cluttered table and grabbed a a collection ofcrude improvised weapons and a makeshift crossbow, preparing for the worst.

Vianna was now walking around, she noticed a house, she began banging in the garage door, pipe ready to beat someone "Hello?!?" She stood there, waiting for an answer


Jonah was panicking at the sound. How the hell did the infected get so close so fast she thought to herself. Jonah tightened the grip on her makeshift crossbow and made her way to the roof. She saw the source of the noise. A woman standing outside of the building, she was standing there asking if anyone was there. Jonah knew that the infected could adapt but she doubted they could talk so she decided to reply.

"Hey, are you infected?" Jonah said to the girl. "Don't speak too loudly or else you'll attract them... I think."
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The Flame Dawn wrote:
Xanama wrote:Vianna was now walking around, she noticed a house, she began banging in the garage door, pipe ready to beat someone "Hello?!?" She stood there, waiting for an answer


Jonah was panicking at the sound. How the hell did the infected get so close so fast she thought to herself. Jonah tightened the grip on her makeshift crossbow and made her way to the roof. She saw the source of the noise. A woman standing outside of the building, she was standing there asking if anyone was there. Jonah knew that the infected could adapt but she doubted they could talk so she decided to reply.

"Hey, are you infected?" Jonah said to the girl. "Don't speak too loudly or else you'll attract them... I think."

"No... And I'm armed, i know you are too... C-can you let me in? I have no where to go right now..." She said, gripping her weapon

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Postby Australian Antarctica » Mon May 25, 2015 5:26 pm

Beiarusia wrote:
Australian Antarctica wrote:That would be the Sears Tower. Let's go, I saw a truck with a full tank of gas down the road a ways


There was a pause before Sam nodded. She wrote down a quick reply, filling that last blank space of her sheet of paper. Thank you. She returned her sketchpad to her back pack, zipping it close before sliding the straps across her shoulders. Ready to push onward towards the tower she motioned for the man to lead the way seeing as how he would be better suiting for such a task given her lacking abilities.

Vincent turned around, and began weaving his way through the abandoned and wrecked cars that dotted the streets. They were forced to stop once when they came across a roadblock. Thankfully, they hadn't run into any infected as of yet. Finally, they reached the truck, a beat up old Ford F-150. He hotwired it quick, then started it down the road. Suddenly, the road ahead was blocked by a mob of infected. Turning to the girl in the passenger seat, he pulled out the pistol and motioned as to ask if they should fight their way through.
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Postby The Flame Dawn » Mon May 25, 2015 5:28 pm

Xanama wrote:
The Flame Dawn wrote:
Jonah was panicking at the sound. How the hell did the infected get so close so fast she thought to herself. Jonah tightened the grip on her makeshift crossbow and made her way to the roof. She saw the source of the noise. A woman standing outside of the building, she was standing there asking if anyone was there. Jonah knew that the infected could adapt but she doubted they could talk so she decided to reply.

"Hey, are you infected?" Jonah said to the girl. "Don't speak too loudly or else you'll attract them... I think."

"No... And I'm armed, i know you are too... C-can you let me in? I have no where to go right now..." She said, gripping her weapon


Jonah calmed down a bit. The girl wasn't a danger... yet but she seemed nice enough to not kill her at the first chance she got. Jonah scurried down back to the garage and selectively removed parts of teh barricade to allow a safe passage for her new guest.

"Fine," began Jonah, "Not my first time dealing with other survivors, and hopefully my last." She motioned for the woman to enter her humble workshop strewn with metal parts, the scent of gasoline, and the calming sounds of an empty space.
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Prumia wrote:This is a horrible place to live! The mortals are doomed!

Not on my watch your anal virgitnty is safe with me!
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Postby Xanama » Mon May 25, 2015 5:33 pm

The Flame Dawn wrote:
Xanama wrote:"No... And I'm armed, i know you are too... C-can you let me in? I have no where to go right now..." She said, gripping her weapon


Jonah calmed down a bit. The girl wasn't a danger... yet but she seemed nice enough to not kill her at the first chance she got. Jonah scurried down back to the garage and selectively removed parts of teh barricade to allow a safe passage for her new guest.

"Fine," began Jonah, "Not my first time dealing with other survivors, and hopefully my last." She motioned for the woman to enter her humble workshop strewn with metal parts, the scent of gasoline, and the calming sounds of an empty space.

"Knowing how many people lived here, it's not your last." Vianna sighed as she walked in "I'm Vianna, you would be?" she dropped the pipe

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Postby The Flame Dawn » Mon May 25, 2015 5:36 pm

Xanama wrote:
The Flame Dawn wrote:
Jonah calmed down a bit. The girl wasn't a danger... yet but she seemed nice enough to not kill her at the first chance she got. Jonah scurried down back to the garage and selectively removed parts of teh barricade to allow a safe passage for her new guest.

"Fine," began Jonah, "Not my first time dealing with other survivors, and hopefully my last." She motioned for the woman to enter her humble workshop strewn with metal parts, the scent of gasoline, and the calming sounds of an empty space.

"Knowing how many people lived here, it's not your last." Vianna sighed as she walked in "I'm Vianna, you would be?" she dropped the pipe


"My names Jonah, Jonah Kettu Nezumi," said Jonah Kettu Nezumi, "well I guess you can put your stuff anywhere besides on or under the tables. I would hate for a makeshift bomb to slip in there and detonate."
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Krytonus wrote:"Oh, Honey Boo-Boo is a disease," he laughed.

New Strausberg wrote:
Prumia wrote:This is a horrible place to live! The mortals are doomed!

Not on my watch your anal virgitnty is safe with me!
Economic Left/Right: -6.13
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -2.05
You are a: Socialist Humanist Liberal
Collectivism score: 67%
Authoritarianism score: 0%
Internationalism score: 0%
Tribalism score: -67%
Liberalism score: 33%

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Postby Xanama » Mon May 25, 2015 6:03 pm

The Flame Dawn wrote:
Xanama wrote:"Knowing how many people lived here, it's not your last." Vianna sighed as she walked in "I'm Vianna, you would be?" she dropped the pipe


"My names Jonah, Jonah Kettu Nezumi," said Jonah Kettu Nezumi, "well I guess you can put your stuff anywhere besides on or under the tables. I would hate for a makeshift bomb to slip in there and detonate."

"I can make one... If you have the materials..." She looked around at everything, all the makeshift weapons and materials "You've been hard at work eh?"

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Postby Beiarusia » Mon May 25, 2015 6:37 pm

Australian Antarctica wrote:Vincent turned around, and began weaving his way through the abandoned and wrecked cars that dotted the streets. They were forced to stop once when they came across a roadblock. Thankfully, they hadn't run into any infected as of yet. Finally, they reached the truck, a beat up old Ford F-150. He hotwired it quick, then started it down the road. Suddenly, the road ahead was blocked by a mob of infected. Turning to the girl in the passenger seat, he pulled out the pistol and motioned as to ask if they should fight their way through.


Samantha followed after Vincent, keeping several yards between herself and the man as they weaved in and about a collection of abandoned cars, wrecks or simply left behind in panic. The girl was hesitant, careful to tread softly less something be hidden where she could not see. There was a roadblock ahead as was the truck Vincent sought. Without needing a key he was able to start the vehicle. She took the passenger seat, looking first to the man and then through the cracked window.

They were driving in silence for several minutes when the road ahead became blocked by a mass of bodies, poor souls limping about, ragged and without purpose. A few saw the vehicle, their blood raging and igniting those around them. Fear came to the girl and, in a panic, turned to Vincent hoping that he had some way to get them free of this situation. He had a pistol in his hand and was motioning at her. She couldn't understand what he was asking and was soon motioning at him as well, mouthing words of fright in her silence. She wanted to run and she hoped that he would at least get that.

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Postby Agrincourt » Mon May 25, 2015 7:47 pm

Eight days.

It had been eight days since the quarantine failed. They had arrived in the city at D-Day plus eight, expecting to quell the riots and maintain the quarantine as planned. But they did not. By the end of the second day, they were being constantly harassed by rioters and those desperate enough to attack the barricades which they had established around a large neighbourhood on the northern side of the Chicago River. By day three, his company had lost five Marines. William had heard that the other companies in his battalion were not fairing any better. By the end of the week, his company was three-quarters of its original strength. Some were lost to injuries, others to infections. Others yet, as William witnessed himself, simply left their posts, abandoning their brothers-in-arms and, most likely, perishing within hours. As the riots and the infection grew out of control, William was faced with the reality that his mother and grandparents were either dead or infected. He lost contact with them on the 15ᵗʰ day.

The eleventh day of their stay begun as every day had. Briefings, reports, planning objectives. Though the company was now half its strength, they were reinforced by National Guardsmen from the 33rd BCT, bringing their numbers up to around two hundred divided up between five barricades. William's barricade was the farthest one, serving as more of a reconnaissance outpost more than anything and but by now the area around them was abandoned. At least, by the uninfected. The morning was quiet and by the time William had eaten his rationed breakfast of a bloody pork sausage patty with hard, cracked wheat bread, it was watch duty for him. The barricade itself was unimpressive, a few walls of sandbags and razor wize in front. It blocked a narrow road with short, damaged buildings on both sides. He greeted the few Marines at the barricade and looked down the road, but they didn't respond. It was silent. Eerily so. It shouldn't be this quiet, William thought to himself. Even in the mornings before, the air was filled with sound. But not on this day. Why are they ignoring me?

A harsh noise filled the air, though William knew not what it was. The sky darkened. Dark clouds, almost black in colour, came in from the south and blocked the sun. He glanced to a Marine at his side, but he seemed to ignore him and the sudden change in weather. The noise sounded again, harsher in tone. It went darker still, as though it was night and not morning. The noise came again, piercing him and going through him. He buckled down, collapsing to his knees and looking to his fellow Marines. He wanted to speak, but the words wouldn't come to him. They turned, then, and came at him. He felt his side being pierced and a sudden coldness took him. He felt it again, and again, and again. He felt cold against his throat and as he looked down, scarlet red came pouring out onto his chest and the grey concrete below.

His eyes opened. He blinked once, then once again and looked around. A dream, he thought. He shook his head as he lifted the makeshift covers up and stood up. Dressed in BDU fatigues and walking silently towards a window, he looked out into the narrow streets below. Except for abandonded cars, rubble and trash, it was empty and devoid of life. He looked back in and went back to his nest, grabbing the lightweight SPC, along with his helmet, then slung a small backpack over his shoulder. Finally, he took his rifle and headed out. He took a step out of the building which had housed him for the night and was greeted by a strong gust of wind, which he found almost pleasant. Making sure the rifle was loaded, William headed out onto one of the small streets, travelling along the pavement and scanning the area around him keenly. No life here. Some had escaped, a voice told him. Most were dead, another said. He ignored both.

The thoughts were disturbed by a distant sound. An engine? No. Can't be. The noise grew closer and he took a knee up by a wall, making sure he wouldn't be seen. The sound came closer, untill it was directly next to him. Definitely a car. And yet, he dared not look out, but the car seemed to have stopped. Instead of revealing himself, he decided to simply wait and observe.

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