OUTBREAK: A Survival RP (IC/ENDED)

[The Flame Dawn]

"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?"

"I guess I have been working kinda hard," Jonah replied, she walked over to a tabled and grabbed a crude spear, "well to be honest, a lot of these weapons are based on designs other survivors made. When people come here they just ask for a safe place to stay and maybe steal some weapons. So I'm usually stalking around looking for survivors- living, dead, or otherwise- who took my stuff and I see if I can't get it back." Jonah walked back to the girl and handed her the spear. "To be honest, the only reason I holed myself in here is because of those damn infected swarming nearby. I bet some idiot fired off some a gun acting macho and is now a member of the living dead."

[The United Eastern States of Europe]

Harald had been walking for as long as he could remember. His flamboyant lime green backpack wasn't doing him any favours, though he hadn't seen any other people since Maria. He was walking beside a road but he was a few yards to it's sides. Harald clutched his QSW-06 in his right hand. His legs were straining after his long walking in no particular direction. He was in a part of Chicago that looked like any other. Abandoned cars with the odd bit of debris here and there. He was in some sort of residential area though. When he heard a door open and a man leave, Harald instinctively hid. He dove behind an abandoned car, with his lime baggage being covered by the car's detached trunk. Both the man and Harald seemed to notice something though. A low humming noise, like some sort of engine.

Without warning, Harald had flashbacks of Maria. How her brown hair was sticky with her own blood. Her blood covering the headlights of the car as it began to turn around and attack him. How he cradled her, and how he had ran for cover leaving her for dead. But Harald was a changed man now. Now he was careful. He watched the man, who seemed to be looking in the direction of the noise.

[Xanama]

"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?"

"I guess I have been working kinda hard," Jonah replied, she walked over to a tabled and grabbed a crude spear, "well to be honest, a lot of these weapons are based on designs other survivors made. When people come here they just ask for a safe place to stay and maybe steal some weapons. So I'm usually stalking around looking for survivors- living, dead, or otherwise- who took my stuff and I see if I can't get it back." Jonah walked back to the girl and handed her the spear. "To be honest, the only reason I holed myself in here is because of those damn infected swarming nearby. I bet some idiot fired off some a gun acting macho and is now a member of the living dead."

"I have a bite shield design. .." do you have a thick magazine and some duct tape? " Vianna asked, walking around "it's thick, they bite that, while you're fine."

[The Flame Dawn]

"I guess I have been working kinda hard," Jonah replied, she walked over to a tabled and grabbed a crude spear, "well to be honest, a lot of these weapons are based on designs other survivors made. When people come here they just ask for a safe place to stay and maybe steal some weapons. So I'm usually stalking around looking for survivors- living, dead, or otherwise- who took my stuff and I see if I can't get it back." Jonah walked back to the girl and handed her the spear. "To be honest, the only reason I holed myself in here is because of those damn infected swarming nearby. I bet some idiot fired off some a gun acting macho and is now a member of the living dead."

"I have a bite shield design. .." do you have a thick magazine and some duct tape? " Vianna asked, walking around "it's thick, they bite that, while you're fine."

"Was that an insult," Jonah jokingly inquired. She pulled out a bucket with various magazines, "so, do you want Playboy or Time? Make your pick."

Jonah was laughing to herself as she made her way towards another bin where she pulled out multiple rolls of duct-tape. "Well I'll leave it up to you, also if you need anything like nails and such just ask."

[Xanama]

"I have a bite shield design. .." do you have a thick magazine and some duct tape? " Vianna asked, walking around "it's thick, they bite that, while you're fine."

"Was that an insult," Jonah jokingly inquired. She pulled out a bucket with various magazines, "so, do you want Playboy or Time? Make your pick."

Jonah was laughing to herself as she made her way towards another bin where she pulled out multiple rolls of duct-tape. "Well I'll leave it up to you, also if you need anything like nails and such just ask."

Vianna laughed taping a time magazine around her arm, taking a playboy for herself "... so , any guess on the end rime?"

[The Flame Dawn]

"Was that an insult," Jonah jokingly inquired. She pulled out a bucket with various magazines, "so, do you want Playboy or Time? Make your pick."

Jonah was laughing to herself as she made her way towards another bin where she pulled out multiple rolls of duct-tape. "Well I'll leave it up to you, also if you need anything like nails and such just ask."

Vianna laughed taping a time magazine around her arm, taking a playboy for herself "... so , any guess on the end rime?"

"Well I'm not sure what you mean by end time but I'm guessing that of the infected don't move by tomorrow morning we'll be forced to provoke them and lead them away from the garage."

[Australian Antarctica]

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.

Vincent couldn't tell exactly what the girl was thinking, except that the fact she did not want to fight here way through. He carefully shifted gears, and backed up, taking a different route around the horde. It took almost 30 minutes more, but they finally reached the Sears tower. Vincent scribbled on the paper he carried Want to head in?

[Lingria]

Daniel walked through the deserted urban streets of Chigago, in his hands was a knife and a M1911A1, he had walked all the way to Chigago for this bullshit? Ugh..."Hey!" A boy yelled, no older then 17, he was holding a shotgun but was rather shaky with it. "D-Don't move, or I'll shoot, ya hear!" He frowned at the young man. "If you actually were gonna shoot, then you would've done it already." He laughed at the boy. "H-Hey, what's so fun--" He was cutoff by one of them gobblers attacking him, Daniel laughed. "Watch your back, bro." He shot the gobbler and the boy, no infections on his watch. He continued walking grabbing the shotgun from his cold dead hands. "Oh? Mossberg 500? Where in the f*ck did you find this, boy?" He laughed, walking down the street. He noticed something in the corner of his eye, down the street was people, and they were talking. "Mornin' ladies, nice time of day, eh?" He laughed, looking like a US Army soldier then a survivor, in his hand was a Mossberg and in his left a half holstered M1911.
(Talking to Flame and Xana)

[Roman Superiority]

Aiden walked down the streets of Chicago looking for criminals to kill, he was armed with a small pistol, he then encountered a man armed with ACR Assault Rifle. “I'm a friendly!" Yelled Aiden, the man then lowered his gun. “Hey Man, know where the CRF is?" Said the man. “Of course, say where did you get that gun?" Aiden replied. “Got it from a security guy." The man replied, Aiden then grabbed the rifle by the neck, and punched the man before finishing him off with a headshot.

[Beiarusia]

Vincent couldn't tell exactly what the girl was thinking, except that the fact she did not want to fight here way through. He carefully shifted gears, and backed up, taking a different route around the horde. It took almost 30 minutes more, but they finally reached the Sears tower. Vincent scribbled on the paper he carried Want to head in?

Vincent perhaps understood what the girl had to say, or maybe he was simply of a similar mindset. Either way forcing their path through the horde was not something that either wanted to attempt and so Vincent quickly shifted gears and sped off before the infected could even get close to the battered truck. They followed after, angry and no doubt hungry, but were soon lost as several corners were rounded. Samantha watched from the cracked window, relief flooding into her now that they were safely away from the danger.

But it was only a temporary respite.

The journey took longer due to their avoiding the horde but, with no other incidents to speak of, the two arrived at the base of the tallest tower in short manner. Vincent scribbled on the piece of paper that he had turn out from the sketchpad, showing it to the girl. Want to head in?

Sam didn’t hesitate, nodding her head near instantaneously. Glancing around to make certain that nothing hostile was lying in wait, she open the passenger door and stepped down to the pavement. Looking around once more, and again certain that nothing was watching from the shadows, she made her way to the main entrance to the tower’s lobby, stopping near a ledge to see if Vincent was following her. Pushing closer towards the doorways, she crouched down and peered into the darkness of the lobby. Light filtered in from where it could, showcasing the vast mess that had since been left behind in the last few weeks. Trash was everywhere from what she could see, discarded with little care, the surroundings damaged most likely by looters. Seeing no bodies Sam pressed on the glass door frame, entering the building with caution.

It was more of a disaster actually standing inside. The lobby, once magnificent, was a shell of its former glory, ruined and stained by disaster and human recklessness. A large number of people had passed through here at some point in the near past that much was certain, though what had happened next was less so. The thought did little to ease her mind so Sam pushed the idea aside.

Looking about Sam was unable to see signs of any living being, whether it be her father or something more. Unperturbed, she moved further in, her eyes scanning for even the most minute of details. Nothing she saw looked promising but she was alone at the very least.

Having yet to locate her father, and unwilling to leave should he be here somewhere in the massive tower, she approached a nearby elevator. She hit the button and, surprisingly, it lit up, still having the power to function. The door opened soon after, a dark maw that was completely uninviting but for which she had no choice but to venture. Looking for where Vincent had wandered off she waved him over, stiff arming to keep the elevator open.

He had to be here, and she would find him. No matter what.

[Xanama]

Vianna laughed taping a time magazine around her arm, taking a playboy for herself "... so , any guess on the end rime?"

"Well I'm not sure what you mean by end time but I'm guessing that of the infected don't move by tomorrow morning we'll be forced to provoke them and lead them away from the garage."

'they may mmove, slowly..." She sighed and made her way to the roof to see a boy in the street (Lingy ) "What the hell? " She was about to jump noff to attack him, but he had a gun, so Vianna thought it'd be smart to befriend him, or leave him alone

[Lingria]

'they may mmove, slowly..." She sighed and made her way to the roof to see a boy in the street (Lingy ) "What the hell? " She was about to jump noff to attack him, but he had a gun, so Vianna thought it'd be smart to befriend him, or leave him alone

"Morning!" He waved. He looked at the woman, raising his eyebrow. "It's a wonderful day, is it not? Hahahaha." He laughed, looking down the street and back to her. "Why don't you come on down and we can talk, face...to...um....face." He smiled.

[The Flame Dawn]

'they may mmove, slowly..." She sighed and made her way to the roof to see a boy in the street (Lingy ) "What the hell? " She was about to jump noff to attack him, but he had a gun, so Vianna thought it'd be smart to befriend him, or leave him alone

"Morning!" He waved. He looked at the woman, raising his eyebrow. "It's a wonderful day, is it not? Hahahaha." He laughed, looking down the street and back to her. "Why don't you come on down and we can talk, face...to...um....face." He smiled.

Jonah became frenzied again. He was armed, with a gun. A noise making bait for infected.

"Hey, I won't talk to you until your get rid of that gun!" yelled Jonah, who ran ovr to a table and loaded one of her makeshift crossbows. "Those damn noise makers are gonna attract a whole lot of infected and I'm not really in the mood to kill them so get rid of the gun or I won't let you in."

[Lingria]

"Morning!" He waved. He looked at the woman, raising his eyebrow. "It's a wonderful day, is it not? Hahahaha." He laughed, looking down the street and back to her. "Why don't you come on down and we can talk, face...to...um....face." He smiled.

Jonah became frenzied again. He was armed, with a gun. A noise making bait for infected.

"Hey, I won't talk to you until your get rid of that gun!" yelled Jonah, who ran ovr to a table and loaded one of her makeshift crossbows. "Those damn noise makers are gonna attract a whole lot of infected and I'm not really in the mood to kill them so get rid of the gun or I won't let you in."

"Gun? Which one? Hahahahaha." He laughed, unloading the Mossberg, "Take it, kid." He pumped the shaft, smiling. "In the mood to kill infected, who isn't? Those gobblers need to die, whether or Not they used to be human."

[The Flame Dawn]

Jonah became frenzied again. He was armed, with a gun. A noise making bait for infected.

"Hey, I won't talk to you until your get rid of that gun!" yelled Jonah, who ran ovr to a table and loaded one of her makeshift crossbows. "Those damn noise makers are gonna attract a whole lot of infected and I'm not really in the mood to kill them so get rid of the gun or I won't let you in."

"Gun? Which one? Hahahahaha." He laughed, unloading the Mossberg, "Take it, kid." He pumped the shaft, smiling. "In the mood to kill infected, who isn't? Those gobblers need to die, whether or Not they used to be human."

Jonah put the crossbow away and grabbed a makeshift spear. She opened a hole in teh barricade like the one she made for her new companion and cautiously made her way towards the gun. When she was close enough to it she grabbed it and threw it as far as she could throw. It only went a few feet but at least it was out of anyone's reach.

"I am not taking another chance with a damn firearm," said Jonah as she felt the scars that were her grave reminder of the Accident.

[Lingria]

"Gun? Which one? Hahahahaha." He laughed, unloading the Mossberg, "Take it, kid." He pumped the shaft, smiling. "In the mood to kill infected, who isn't? Those gobblers need to die, whether or Not they used to be human."

Jonah put the crossbow away and grabbed a makeshift spear. She opened a hole in teh barricade like the one she made for her new companion and cautiously made her way towards the gun. When she was close enough to it she grabbed it and threw it as far as she could throw. It only went a few feet but at least it was out of anyone's reach.

"I am not taking another chance with a damn firearm," said Jonah as she felt the scars that were her grave reminder of the Accident.

"As a civilian, you are very cautious, I like you." He unholstered his M1911A1 "Here, you might as well take this." He ejected the clip, pulling the bolt back and sliding the last bullet out. "I am Houston, no names, just Houston."

[Xanama]

'they may mmove, slowly..." She sighed and made her way to the roof to see a boy in the street (Lingy ) "What the hell? " She was about to jump noff to attack him, but he had a gun, so Vianna thought it'd be smart to befriend him, or leave him alone

"Morning!" He waved. He looked at the woman, raising his eyebrow. "It's a wonderful day, is it not? Hahahaha." He laughed, looking down the street and back to her. "Why don't you come on down and we can talk, face...to...um....face." He smiled.

"No, welcome to this place." She sighed "Get over here or leave."

[Ithalian Empire]

The hotel room was dimly lighted, the only light coming from a window with the shades drawn. Joel was leaning over a table with some bits and ends and some food. It was all he could find in the hotel, at least the parts that weren't filled with them, those things that used to be people. He had a few cans of food, some chips, a 12 pack of assorted sodas, a broom handle, some dry wall screws and a cordless drill with a half charged battery and a knife he had recovered from the kitchen. Not a lot to work with, but it was better than nothing.

Joel thought a while and came up with the idea for his new weapon, a spear. First hi used the knife to carve a groove into the broom handle, than taking the blade out if the hilt he wedged it in. It fit pretty snug in it knew home, but to make sure it wouldn't come out Joel drilled it in place with the screws. He packed up the rest of his meager supplies in to a backpack and coutusley made his way out of the hotel. Those vile things were not outside our on the street. A car would be nice, but he feared it would make to much noise. After some searching along the city side walks he found a bike. He started to make his way to Lake Michigan.

[Agrincourt]

William stayed still as the large truck stayed still, its engine rumbling with a distinctive low hum. But he also heard a more distant noise, down the narrow road. Noises, more like, he thought, but then the car turned and reversed quickly, heading from whence it came. He let out a quiet sigh. Whatever's down that road, I want none of it. He found himself hidden behind a small wall made of red brick. There was a small opening, then another wall running along the pavement, making a compound of sorts, with a small building. He turned to face it and it, too, was of red brick. A fitting colour - a warehouse, is it? He wasted no time in thinking and approached the only way into the building - a large door of thin metal. He slung the rifle over his back, letting its sling do the rest, and tried pushing the door open. He found it open, to his surprise, and it creaked as it opened. Inside, it was dark, so he drew a small torch out and flashed its bright light ahead, lighting up a bleak corridor with doors at both sides. He shut the door behind. The corridor ended a few yards ahead, but it branched out, with another corridor at his left. He knelt by a wall, unslung his rifle, then attached a bayonet, followed by the torch. Never know what lurks in here.

He ventured down the first corridor, ignoring the doors and entered the next. It was mostly the same, but dried blood ran along the grey carpet. When once it was a bright scarlet, it was now more black than red. No bodies, though. There was a noise behind him, quiet and gentle. He turned, flashing the light and caught the glimpse of a large rat, who scurried away to seek shelter. He turned again and continued his venture into the building. He found nothing. It was abandoned, as far as he could tell, and there was nothing of value here. He found an exit at, he guessed, the edge of the building and slowly opened it. He peeked out, to find himself on the pavement of a narrow road. Vehicles, abandoned, blocked the streets. Corpses, too. Rotting, and filling the air with a stench and flies. He would have to find food soon, but the rot had chased away his appetite. He scan the street once more, before venturing out.

[The Flame Dawn]

Jonah put the crossbow away and grabbed a makeshift spear. She opened a hole in teh barricade like the one she made for her new companion and cautiously made her way towards the gun. When she was close enough to it she grabbed it and threw it as far as she could throw. It only went a few feet but at least it was out of anyone's reach.

"I am not taking another chance with a damn firearm," said Jonah as she felt the scars that were her grave reminder of the Accident.

"As a civilian, you are very cautious, I like you." He unholstered his M1911A1 "Here, you might as well take this." He ejected the clip, pulling the bolt back and sliding the last bullet out. "I am Houston, no names, just Houston."

Jonah took the handgun and threw it in the opposite direction of the rifle. She had a look of annoyance on her face,

"I wll ask you one simple thing," said Jonah, rage beginning to build within her, "never use or bring a firearm near my garage unless you want your head on a pike will some infected feast on your headless body."

[Vacif]

The city was a depressing grey landscape. The rain had washed away most of the blood and gore on the streets below. Thanks to the quarantine, the streets were relatively unobstructed, if you ignored the walls of infected, or the occasional military checkpoint. The quarantine had nearly halted automobile traffic, leaving most cars parked on the side, or in large parking garages across the city. Connor sat on the roof of a five story building he'd been using as a base. It had a good view of the surrounding area, and the building/neighborhood itself was actually quite pleasant. Well if you got rid of the eerie silence, and bland reality that was this apocalypse. Connor liked to keep mobile, marking out viable hold out areas, choke points, or hiding spots for the future. He'd been moving around for the past 8 days, travelling relatively "light". For him at least. He carried a large hiking pack that blended in with his grey-drab armor, and the depressing landscape of once vibrant Chicago. He heard gunshots in the distance, and crouched down as he approached the ledge of the building. Drawing his M4A1, he looked over the to the general direction of the shots. There were two of them, both around a few city blocks away, maybe 3 or 4 each. Deciding to mark this building down for possible camp position, he took out his city map and marked it with a blue circle. After placing back the map, and making sure the infected wouldn't swarm through the area to get to the gun shots, he crossed through the dog park to his next location.

[Lingria]

"As a civilian, you are very cautious, I like you." He unholstered his M1911A1 "Here, you might as well take this." He ejected the clip, pulling the bolt back and sliding the last bullet out. "I am Houston, no names, just Houston."

Jonah took the handgun and threw it in the opposite direction of the rifle. She had a look of annoyance on her face,

"I wll ask you one simple thing," said Jonah, rage beginning to build within her, "never use or bring a firearm near my garage unless you want your head on a pike will some infected feast on your headless body."

"That isn't a question, lady." He frowned, patting his military vest. "If you think I don't know how to use it, then you're wrong." He sighed, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he took one out and lit it, smoking. "So, Lady, why is it you're so scared of me holding a weapon?"

[The Flame Dawn]

Jonah took the handgun and threw it in the opposite direction of the rifle. She had a look of annoyance on her face,

"I wll ask you one simple thing," said Jonah, rage beginning to build within her, "never use or bring a firearm near my garage unless you want your head on a pike will some infected feast on your headless body."

"That isn't a question, lady." He frowned, patting his military vest. "If you think I don't know how to use it, then you're wrong." He sighed, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he took one out and lit it, smoking. "So, Lady, why is it you're so scared of me holding a weapon?"

Jonah still had an annoyed look on her face. "I hate firearms due to their unreliability, and tendency to attract... those monsters. I'm not scared of you or your firearms, but I'm still nervous you're a bandit or that when you fire your gun it's gonna attract infected. I wish for you to leave now."

[Lingria]

"That isn't a question, lady." He frowned, patting his military vest. "If you think I don't know how to use it, then you're wrong." He sighed, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he took one out and lit it, smoking. "So, Lady, why is it you're so scared of me holding a weapon?"

Jonah still had an annoyed look on her face. "I hate firearms due to their unreliability, and tendency to attract... those monsters. I'm not scared of you or your firearms, but I'm still nervous you're a bandit or that when you fire your gun it's gonna attract infected. I wish for you to leave now."

"Fine." He pulled out a pair of papers that had the letters on the top in Bold. "Daniel Sudford, US Army." He folded his arms, looking at her. "If you want me gone, then thus be it." He snatched the paper away from Her, grabbing the two weapons on the ground before starting to walk down the sidewalk, the shotgun dragging on the ground. He was humming the sound I don't wanna set the world on Fire by the Inkspots. "I just want to start a flame in your heart." He muttered to himself.

[The United Eastern States of Europe]

Harald had just peeked over the car when he saw the man enter some sort of building. He heard the car get more distant as the man was hiding by the building. When the man left his sight, Harald scurried over to the wall where the man was. Peeking inside, he saw nothing. Nothing but darkness. The light of the man's torch illuminated on,y slight areas from his position. When Harald saw a rat, he dropped his pistol to the ground and hid. It was almost abnormally large, but rodents had been known to eat corpses. When he looked again the man was gone.

Harald struggled to make the decision of whether to talk to the man or to leave him be. He hadn't been with anyone since Maria, and he couldn't decide if he wanted to be. Following the man's footsteps, Harald entered the dark building. The door made a large creak. He didn't have a flashlight, and soon thought himself an idiot. He thought every dark figure would try to kill him, although they felt like shelving units. He saw a slight light from a door and headed towards it. Looking through the slight opening, he saw the man...