OUTBREAK: A Survival RP (IC/ENDED)

[Deramen]

Jenkins was wandering the streets and then he heard something.He stopped and and the noise was a girl crying.she seemed to be sniffling and so Jenkins was sure it wasn't some sort of witch zombie thing.he slowly approached the voice and as it got louder he got more scared.he mustered the courage to speak "uhh..H-h-helloooo! i-i-is anyone there".the crying stopped.Jenkins at this point was shivering in fear,what had he done?"Hello?" he spoke again this time he got a response "Go away you Fucktard!"Jenkins was so surprised that he jumped then realized what happened."LADY!! that language is inappropriate!"He Boomed."So what the Fucking world is gone why do you care?!" "because i have MANNERS!! also who are you!"
"I'm Lazarus nice to meet you but call me Laz"She said as she burst out of whatever spot she was in. Jenkins almost punched her in reflex but did not."Well Nice to meet you..I'm Jenkins!"Jenkins said as he smirked."well Mr.Jenkins why are you bleeding?" Laz asked."uhh...crash." Jenkins Grined
"hm,well i really don't have Much to do if you dont mind im gonna tag along." "well the more the merrier!"Jenkins smiled."wait! i remember there was this building i passed where people were!"Jenkins said."alright but i dont like people." Laz warned.Jenkins noded and they left to go to the building.

[Colonial Rhodesia]

Richard:WTF is going on *loads F.A.L.*

[Vacif]

The day progressed with little change, the howls of the infected and the occasional discharge of a firearm a constant reminder of the state of America. After disposing of his trash, Brass took out his journal and opened to a new page, and penned in the date and entry.

'Day 8,

It's been over a week since they broke Quarantine. The city has fallen further into a state of chaos. While I haven't seen the full extent of the damage, things are pretty bad. I've decided to stop moving for the time being. I found the 'Mike's Hardware' relatively intact. It was reasonably easy to barricade, and I only really need to protect one side. The city suffered a kind of Exodus, but there are still many dangers in the city, the number of infected have sky rocketed and there are more than a few whack jobs armed to the teeth. Nothing much else to say I guess. Write later, something's happened.

Later,
Brass.

[Deramen]

Void.

[Colonial Rhodesia]

Richard leaves the main survivors and goes it alone knowing that he will survive much longer than his counterparts he then writes a days worthy of information of what is currently going

man,we scouted the whole area and not one person was left of course of could be forgiven for that statement I then continued to keep watch as if it was I was marked for death personally I think we are doomed however it should be noted that my survival is key

[Australian Antarctica]

Vincent scanned the room before following the girl into the elevator. He knew his way around the building from several trips he made in High School. Pulling out a flashlight, he checked everywhere before he even let her move forward onto a new floor. Finally, near the top, they spotted movement in front of the elevator. The next thing he knew the thing was on top of him, trying to kill him or bite him or whatever. The pistol was on the ground next to him, right in front of the girl...

[Beiarusia]

Samantha Tallow // Sears Tower, Chicago

Vincent scanned the room before following the girl into the elevator. He knew his way around the building from several trips he made in High School. Pulling out a flashlight, he checked everywhere before he even let her move forward onto a new floor. Finally, near the top, they spotted movement in front of the elevator. The next thing he knew the thing was on top of him, trying to kill him or bite him or whatever. The pistol was on the ground next to him, right in front of the girl...

The journey to the top of the Sears Tower had been slow and, for the most part, agonizingly uneventful. Vincent seemed to know the layout of the tower rather well and had briefly scanned each and every floor before moving on to the next. Sam accompanied him, looking for any signs that her father may have at one point in time been there. So far she had discovered nothing but was hopeful as they neared the top.

The tower was surprisingly empty. Sam had feared that someone would have made an attempt to hole up inside of it but she and Vincent continued to remain alone. Not that she minded much. Vincent had been kind and even willing to help her to find her father. Others may not be so supporting.

Anxiety was building up inside of Sam. They only had a few floors left to explore and she was beginning to worry that her father may not even be here. If he wasn’t then what was Sam supposed to do next? Should she wait here or should she assume that he wasn’t coming at all? Sam shook her head clear, trying to push that single thought away from her mind and failing for the most part. The thought of losing her father was more than she could stand to bear. She didn’t want to be alone. There was Vincent but who was to say that he would look after her forever? Maybe this was his one good deed and afterwards he would leave her to whatever they found – or didn’t find.

Vincent must have felt the pain eating away at the girl because he placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling down at her as if to assure her that everything would be okay. Maybe he truly meant it or maybe it was only to keep her focused on the task at hand, but either way the tears that had threatened to overcome her died away as a new resolve built up. She couldn’t think of the future. Not now when the present was so much more important.

The elevator door opened.

They were not alone.

An infected must have been lurking on the floor above, drawn to the elevator as it no doubt made a racket. The moment the doors opened and it caught sight of the two it charged, barreling into the small space and knocking aside Sam as it struggled to attack Vincent. The young man had managed in time to avoid a nasty bite but was having difficulties pushing back the former human, its jaws clasping as it pressed closer to soft flesh.

Something gave way and Vincent stumbles, twisting and allowing the infected to slam itself against the rear wall of the elevator. It regained its footing quickly, too quickly for Vincent to react. The infected lunged, dragging the man down to the floor and knocking aside his weapon. He wrestled with the thing, trying and failing to push it off of him as it tried so desperately to end his life. It wouldn’t be long now.

Terror overwhelmed Sam and, for a moment, she was frozen to the spot. It was then that she noticed the handgun, having slid away from Vincent in the struggle to land before her. She glanced back to Vincent, so close to death, and then back down to the weapon, acting before she could even think. The handgun in hand, she scrambled over to where the infected had Vincent pinned. The thing seemed to notice her as she approached, its dead eyes looking her way as if ready to attack. It never had the chance to consider it. Sam placed the tip of the pistol against its head and squeezed the trigger, the recoil jarring her arms as the bullet tore from the barrel and through the skull of the infected. The gun fell from her hands, ripped free by its own force, hitting the ground just moments before the dead infected slumped over and off of Vincent.

Stillness returned to them.

Sam cradled her right arm, her eyes not leaving the corpse of the infected, afraid that it may still find the will to fight on. It didn’t move. Glancing back to Vincent she was relieved to find him alive and uninjured. She hardly knew this man but she felt that she would be loss should she lose him as she did her father.

Father…

She looked around the landing, catching no sight of more of those things. Sunlight was streaming into the hall through a doorway not too far from where she stood. Not giving it a second thought she made her way towards it finding herself in a large cavern of a room with massive windows overlooking the city of Chicago. Glancing about and seeing nothing that could harm her she stepped inside, scanning every possible nook and cranny as if they were a clue that would lead to her salvation. She paused when she reached the window, a doorway actually leading to a glass observation deck. Sam hesitated but stepped through, walking on air as she took in the sight of the city. Grey towers devoid of life against the backdrop of an even grey sky. It was starting to rain, a few drops trickling across the glass before more and more joined them, soon become a steady downpour. Sam watched the water drops for a moment, unable to hear the rhythmic drone of their descent, before returning back into the large room.

It was then that she saw it, the small pile of objects hidden behind an overturned table. She stepped over to her find and bent down to examine them: a broken flashlight, an empty box of snack cakes, a tattered blanket, and a pocket watch. It was the watch that captivated Sam, its golden face damaged from time and loving abuse. It was a watch that she had often seen, a fact confirmed by the initials engraved on the side: CT.

Her father.

Blood led away from the pile of goods, a trail dragging itself away from the comforting light of the sky and into the darkness of the building. Panicked, Sam didn’t hesitate to follow, not caring to check her surroundings as she went. The trail looped around and ended at another set of elevators.

Her father was here sometime recently, she was certain, but no longer. He was injured most likely and had fled for whatever reason, either for his safety or her own, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that he was gone and that she didn’t know where to look next. She clenched her fists, the pocket watch held tightly in her hand, tears streaming down her face as she stood there facing the elevator.

She didn’t notice the ghostly infected emerging from the custodial room further down.

[Australian Antarctica]

Samantha Tallow // Sears Tower, Chicago

Vincent scanned the room before following the girl into the elevator. He knew his way around the building from several trips he made in High School. Pulling out a flashlight, he checked everywhere before he even let her move forward onto a new floor. Finally, near the top, they spotted movement in front of the elevator. The next thing he knew the thing was on top of him, trying to kill him or bite him or whatever. The pistol was on the ground next to him, right in front of the girl...

The journey to the top of the Sears Tower had been slow and, for the most part, agonizingly uneventful. Vincent seemed to know the layout of the tower rather well and had briefly scanned each and every floor before moving on to the next. Sam accompanied him, looking for any signs that her father may have at one point in time been there. So far she had discovered nothing but was hopeful as they neared the top.

The tower was surprisingly empty. Sam had feared that someone would have made an attempt to hole up inside of it but she and Vincent continued to remain alone. Not that she minded much. Vincent had been kind and even willing to help her to find her father. Others may not be so supporting.

Anxiety was building up inside of Sam. They only had a few floors left to explore and she was beginning to worry that her father may not even be here. If he wasn’t then what was Sam supposed to do next? Should she wait here or should she assume that he wasn’t coming at all? Sam shook her head clear, trying to push that single thought away from her mind and failing for the most part. The thought of losing her father was more than she could stand to bear. She didn’t want to be alone. There was Vincent but who was to say that he would look after her forever? Maybe this was his one good deed and afterwards he would leave her to whatever they found – or didn’t find.

Vincent must have felt the pain eating away at the girl because he placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling down at her as if to assure her that everything would be okay. Maybe he truly meant it or maybe it was only to keep her focused on the task at hand, but either way the tears that had threatened to overcome her died away as a new resolve built up. She couldn’t think of the future. Not now when the present was so much more important.

The elevator door opened.

They were not alone.

An infected must have been lurking on the floor above, drawn to the elevator as it no doubt made a racket. The moment the doors opened and it caught sight of the two it charged, barreling into the small space and knocking aside Sam as it struggled to attack Vincent. The young man had managed in time to avoid a nasty bite but was having difficulties pushing back the former human, its jaws clasping as it pressed closer to soft flesh.

Something gave way and Vincent stumbles, twisting and allowing the infected to slam itself against the rear wall of the elevator. It regained its footing quickly, too quickly for Vincent to react. The infected lunged, dragging the man down to the floor and knocking aside his weapon. He wrestled with the thing, trying and failing to push it off of him as it tried so desperately to end his life. It wouldn’t be long now.

Terror overwhelmed Sam and, for a moment, she was frozen to the spot. It was then that she noticed the handgun, having slid away from Vincent in the struggle to land before her. She glanced back to Vincent, so close to death, and then back down to the weapon, acting before she could even think. The handgun in hand, she scrambled over to where the infected had Vincent pinned. The thing seemed to notice her as she approached, its dead eyes looking her way as if ready to attack. It never had the chance to consider it. Sam placed the tip of the pistol against its head and squeezed the trigger, the recoil jarring her arms as the bullet tore from the barrel and through the skull of the infected. The gun fell from her hands, ripped free by its own force, hitting the ground just moments before the dead infected slumped over and off of Vincent.

Stillness returned to them.

Sam cradled her right arm, her eyes not leaving the corpse of the infected, afraid that it may still find the will to fight on. It didn’t move. Glancing back to Vincent she was relieved to find him alive and uninjured. She hardly knew this man but she felt that she would be loss should she lose him as she did her father.

Father…

She looked around the landing, catching no sight of more of those things. Sunlight was streaming into the hall through a doorway not too far from where she stood. Not giving it a second thought she made her way towards it finding herself in a large cavern of a room with massive windows overlooking the city of Chicago. Glancing about and seeing nothing that could harm her she stepped inside, scanning every possible nook and cranny as if they were a clue that would lead to her salvation. She paused when she reached the window, a doorway actually leading to a glass observation deck. Sam hesitated but stepped through, walking on air as she took in the sight of the city. Grey towers devoid of life against the backdrop of an even grey sky. It was starting to rain, a few drops trickling across the glass before more and more joined them, soon become a steady downpour. Sam watched the water drops for a moment, unable to hear the rhythmic drone of their descent, before returning back into the large room.

It was then that she saw it, the small pile of objects hidden behind an overturned table. She stepped over to her find and bent down to examine them: a broken flashlight, an empty box of snack cakes, a tattered blanket, and a pocket watch. It was the watch that captivated Sam, its golden face damaged from time and loving abuse. It was a watch that she had often seen, a fact confirmed by the initials engraved on the side: CT.

Her father.

Blood led away from the pile of goods, a trail dragging itself away from the comforting light of the sky and into the darkness of the building. Panicked, Sam didn’t hesitate to follow, not caring to check her surroundings as she went. The trail looped around and ended at another set of elevators.

Her father was here sometime recently, she was certain, but no longer. He was injured most likely and had fled for whatever reason, either for his safety or her own, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that he was gone and that she didn’t know where to look next. She clenched her fists, the pocket watch held tightly in her hand, tears streaming down her face as she stood there facing the elevator.

She didn't notice the ghostly infected emerging from the custodial room further down.

Vincent gasped for air as the infected fell to the ground, it's head nothing more than a pile of goo. He gave one nod of thanks to the girl before picking up the pistol and following her. He had twisted his ankle in the struggle and it was killing him. One agonizing step at a time he followed Sam. Finally they reached a pile of supplies that he suspected had belonged to her father. A blood trail lead away from it. This isn't good he thought that much blood and he's probably already gone. It was then he noticed the creature lumbering out from the custodian's closet. He fired two quick rounds into it's head, before jumping in front of Sam. If they wanted her, they had to get through him.

[Colonial Rhodesia]

after only a few hours Richard is no where to be seen as he broke open the door to a abandoned office complex he looked around seeing nothing so here it was the late afternoon it was here that he set up his base camp take out his pack and preparing a bed for himself.

[Beiarusia]

Samantha Tallow // Sears Tower, Chicago

Vincent gasped for air as the infected fell to the ground, it's head nothing more than a pile of goo. He gave one nod of thanks to the girl before picking up the pistol and following her. He had twisted his ankle in the struggle and it was killing him. One agonizing step at a time he followed Sam. Finally they reached a pile of supplies that he suspected had belonged to her father. A blood trail lead away from it. This isn't good he thought that much blood and he's probably already gone. It was then he noticed the creature lumbering out from the custodian's closet. He fired two quick rounds into it's head, before jumping in front of Sam. If they wanted her, they had to get through him.

Vincent was suddenly before her. She looked first to him and then to where his gaze fell, noting the dead infected as it lay slumped in the doorway. Her grief was suddenly replaced with fear as she saw several more lumber from the room and the rooms further down, no doubt awoken from their slumber. She counted maybe seven in all, sluggish at first but quickly perking at the sight of new food for them to devour. Vincent held his gun at the ready but there would be little that they could do to fend off the impending attack.

Sam grabbed the man’s hand, dragging him to the nearby stairwell and down the steps, taking two and even three at a time. She couldn’t hear them but she felt their presence, those things clambering after them like a coming flood. She had long since let go of Vincent’s hand but was certain he was still there behind her.

Floor after floor they went down, running away from the infected that so doggedly hunted them. They would be followed to the ground floor, and would long tire before the monsters ever did. Not really thinking, Sam barreled into the next landing, going right towards some offices. The area was previously having construction done (remodeling?) and the equipment lay scattered about. Choosing a random room Sam dove in, closing the door after Vincent had joined her. She ducked down into the corner, waiting as the infected ran past in search of them.

[Australian Antarctica]

Samantha Tallow // Sears Tower, Chicago

Vincent gasped for air as the infected fell to the ground, it's head nothing more than a pile of goo. He gave one nod of thanks to the girl before picking up the pistol and following her. He had twisted his ankle in the struggle and it was killing him. One agonizing step at a time he followed Sam. Finally they reached a pile of supplies that he suspected had belonged to her father. A blood trail lead away from it. This isn't good he thought that much blood and he's probably already gone. It was then he noticed the creature lumbering out from the custodian's closet. He fired two quick rounds into it's head, before jumping in front of Sam. If they wanted her, they had to get through him.

Vincent was suddenly before her. She looked first to him and then to where his gaze fell, noting the dead infected as it lay slumped in the doorway. Her grief was suddenly replaced with fear as she saw several more lumber from the room and the rooms further down, no doubt awoken from their slumber. She counted maybe seven in all, sluggish at first but quickly perking at the sight of new food for them to devour. Vincent held his gun at the ready but there would be little that they could do to fend off the impending attack.

Sam grabbed the man’s hand, dragging him to the nearby stairwell and down the steps, taking two and even three at a time. She couldn’t hear them but she felt their presence, those things clambering after them like a coming flood. She had long since let go of Vincent’s hand but was certain he was still there behind her.

Floor after floor they went down, running away from the infected that so doggedly hunted them. They would be followed to the ground floor, and would long tire before the monsters ever did. Not really thinking, Sam barreled into the next landing, going right towards some offices. The area was previously having construction done (remodeling?) and the equipment lay scattered about. Choosing a random room Sam dove in, closing the door after Vincent had joined her. She ducked down into the corner, waiting as the infected ran past in search of them.

Vincent grabbed a hammer and nails and boarded up the door as best as he could. Finally he had a half-assed job done, hardly anything against so many infected. Panting, he sat down next to Sam. He checked the mag in his gun, finding only 4 rounds left. Holding up his hand in a four, he showed Sam and got out the notebook he had used to communicate Fun day huh?

[Beiarusia]

Samantha Tallow // Sears Tower, Chicago

Vincent grabbed a hammer and nails and boarded up the door as best as he could. Finally he had a half-assed job done, hardly anything against so many infected. Panting, he sat down next to Sam. He checked the mag in his gun, finding only 4 rounds left. Holding up his hand in a four, he showed Sam and got out the notebook he had used to communicate Fun day huh?

Sam shook her head. This had been anything but a fun day. It was quite possibly the worst day other her short life.

She cradled up in the corner, arms wrapped around her knees and her head held down. Tears threatened to overwhelm her once more now that she had time to sit and think. The door shook a bit as an infected tried to get in. It soon gave up but would no doubt try again once it realized where they were. The makeshift barricade held but would most likely fail them if more decided to join in.

They sat in silence for what felt like forever (for Sam silence was the norm of life). Sam held tightly onto the pocket watch, holding back tears that so desperately wanted to stain her face. Trying to find something else to distract her mind she glanced about the room, taking note of its disheveled appearance. A heavy desk sat up against the wall nearby, its chair overturned beside some discarded papers. There was a bookshelf as well, its contents spilled out across the floor. Sam stood suddenly, walking over to the books. Nothing she saw looked interesting but she found one and held it open. Unlike the others it was fiction, something that could tide her over while she awaited her coming death.

The door shook again, more forcefully this time.

Sam glanced to it and then to Vincent and then back to the book in her hands. This was her fault.

She dropped the book, looking around for anything they could use to escape the situation. She then saw the air vent on the ceiling, small but large enough that perhaps she could fit through. She went for her sketchpad and scribbled a message. Help me into the vent. I can distract them for you to run.

[Vacif]

Brass set down his journal, and looked out the window, there was gunfire, a family was being pursued by a group of armed men, they appeared to be enjoying them selves while the family ran in sheer terror. Brass wanted to do something, but realistically, he wouldn't be able to save them, even if he did manage to kill 4 armed men, the family would probably of been killed by the time he got there. He sighed as the screams and gun fire grew softer, more distant, then finally silence...he sighed. He'd been doing that a lot in the past week. He sat back down into his chair, and dozed off.

[Deramen]

Void.

[Vacif]

After waking from his map, Brass decided he might as well check out site B, the probably looted camping store. He figured if there was anything still there, it would be bags, he could easily use the bags at the store to carry his findings, so he left his hiking pack in the office, hiding it under the desk, taking his weapons, and utilities with him. It was still pouring, but Brass didn't mind, it wouldn't hinder him, and it would make him virtually invisible. After leaving the safety of the store, Brass barricaded the door again, and headed off towards the camping store.

[Deramen]

Void

[Australian Antarctica]

Samantha Tallow // Sears Tower, Chicago

Vincent grabbed a hammer and nails and boarded up the door as best as he could. Finally he had a half-assed job done, hardly anything against so many infected. Panting, he sat down next to Sam. He checked the mag in his gun, finding only 4 rounds left. Holding up his hand in a four, he showed Sam and got out the notebook he had used to communicate Fun day huh?

Sam shook her head. This had been anything but a fun day. It was quite possibly the worst day other her short life.

She cradled up in the corner, arms wrapped around her knees and her head held down. Tears threatened to overwhelm her once more now that she had time to sit and think. The door shook a bit as an infected tried to get in. It soon gave up but would no doubt try again once it realized where they were. The makeshift barricade held but would most likely fail them if more decided to join in.

They sat in silence for what felt like forever (for Sam silence was the norm of life). Sam held tightly onto the pocket watch, holding back tears that so desperately wanted to stain her face. Trying to find something else to distract her mind she glanced about the room, taking note of its disheveled appearance. A heavy desk sat up against the wall nearby, its chair overturned beside some discarded papers. There was a bookshelf as well, its contents spilled out across the floor. Sam stood suddenly, walking over to the books. Nothing she saw looked interesting but she found one and held it open. Unlike the others it was fiction, something that could tide her over while she awaited her coming death.

The door shook again, more forcefully this time.

Sam glanced to it and then to Vincent and then back to the book in her hands. This was her fault.

She dropped the book, looking around for anything they could use to escape the situation. She then saw the air vent on the ceiling, small but large enough that perhaps she could fit through. She went for her sketchpad and scribbled a message. Help me into the vent. I can distract them for you to run.

Hell No, I've got a better plan[/b] with that Vincent stood up. Getting to work he quickly built a small bomb using some construction chemicals, gunpowder from 2 bullets, and nails. With only a few minutes to spare, he turned to Sam [b]Take this, light the fuse, and hightail it back here. You should be able to remove the vent overlooking the hallway and throw it, you ready? and if that didn't work, he had two bullets, Hopefully he wouldn't have to use them...

[Vacif]

After a 20 minute trek, Brass made it to the camping store. He was right, it had been looted, but not heavily so. The entire front of the building was essentially glass, and metal supports. It featured a second story like Mike's, and was unlit. Brass marched into the store, rifle raised, with the flashlight on. his steps made audible thuds, heard throughout the store. Just as Brass thought he was alone, he heard something. A metal clank emanated from the backroom. Brass froze, there was some kind of...sloshing sound? He strained his ears. No... It wasn't sloshing, it was chewing. One of the infected was in the staff room. Aiming at the door, he gave a low whistle to lure the thing out. He regretted his decision when the beast showed itself. 'Rottweilers, why is it always rottweilers?!' he thought to himself. He aimed at the mutated dog beast and fired as the thing lunged forward.

[Charlia]

Charlotte was beginning to feel unwelcome--no surprise there, she thought bitterly--and thus turned away, intending to continue on her own--maybe infection wouldn't be so bad... after all, they lose all remnants of their mind and therefore memory... maybe...--so even if she was infected, she would have freedom at last, even enslaved to the virus.

[Deramen]

Void

[Colonial Rhodesia]

as time went on Richard began to become more and more withdrawn the reason was his inability to accept reality as it was being a Pisces he simply stayed in his abandoned office and with a Coke in hand tried to forget his daily problems as he read a copy of catcher in the rye he knew his days were numbered so he sat back and relaxed while he still had the chance even going as far as playing Paul Simon's sounds of silence I loving this he said with joy

[Vacif]

Brass got off five rounds into the beast before delivering a nasty blow across the things head, sending it crashing into a stand of sunglasses with a yelp. Before it could get up, Brass stomped down on the beast's neck, hard. Before he could relax, he heard a series of guttural growls behind him. Another dog came out of the staff room, while one came out of the back room, and one from the floor above. The pack charged Brass together.

[Deramen]

Void

[Deramen]

Jenkins walked in the rain.He didn't care about those weird people,they were fucking stupid for letting him go.He walked until he found a corpse.he stole from it and found the supplies he needed plus a handgun and some ammo.he found some bandages and some disinfectant to patch himself up so he did,not wondering how the corpse got there.

[Xanama]

Charlotte was beginning to feel unwelcome--no surprise there, she thought bitterly--and thus turned away, intending to continue on her own--maybe infection wouldn't be so bad... after all, they lose all remnants of their mind and therefore memory... maybe...--so even if she was infected, she would have freedom at last, even enslaved to the virus.

Vianna then sprung up, hallucinating, she ran at her and stabbed her with her shiv, she then stabbed her once more, she then snapped back to reality, "I....."