"The Exodus" A Zombie RPG (Open for Reserves and Villain roles, Started)

[TheIronRuler]

Moses looked at the man in front of him with a smile on his face. "Unfortunately, such plans could not be acquired. You see, this place was borrowed from some unfortunate soul. But you can recruit a few helpers to map out the perimeter." Moses said, shaking the man's hand.
Moses then pointed at a group of men and a woman, the men all wearing suits. "These four... I couldn't find any suitable work for them. You could use them as help. You can call them untrained workers, good for any purpose. Bankers,Lawyers, a talent agent..." Moses begins laughing. "These things are now worth nothing" He said as he let his hand go, walking towards the group of survivors in order to assign each person with work.

[cutting to second character]
Smiley sat on a stool at the corner of the small supply room, putting a few cans of beans and peas into his back-pack, along with a kitchen knife. A 9-iron golf club leaned on the wall, a thing acquired from the wealthy that once lived in this house. Smiley began loading his three magazines with the bullets he took. After a quick scan of the nearby desk Smiley took a lighter and a switchblade into his pocket, knowing that concealed weapons are crucial when facing human opponents.
Smiley began humming a tune. He deliberately ignored the man that entered the room for a few moments, waiting to see his reaction.

 

[Grim327]

"Hmm, not exactly the best looking group of workers, but it will do," he said, "Thanks again. See you around Moses." He then set off towards the group of business men and women, and soon started telling them what sectors to map out and to look for chokepoints and anything else that would help stave off an attack. He would personally take the south-western corner of the second floor of the mansion. He soon passed out pen and paper and his workers went to work.


He soon made his way to his area and started mapping. A few guest rooms were the only rooms up there except with a large den with little in it besides lounge chairs, a fireplace, a few antiques desks, and documents that littered the floor. It looked like a good room to use as a sort of command room or extra sleeping space. He left the room and continued to map out the rest of his area.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ethan rose from his seat and gave a quick nod to Moses as he made his way to the equipment room. He felt the growling of his stomach like many others around here it had been gnawing on him since morning. He entered the equipment room and looked around a bit. There were a handful of firearms in the equipment room with ammo to spare but certainly not enough for an onslaught of zombies. Ethan was also glad to see a another weapons wrack with numerous melee weapons as well. Ethan though, stuck close to his M1911 which was always holstered at his side. Finding ammo that fit the .45 ACP cartridge Ethan did find a little aggravating but the gun's stability and durability to Ethan was the reason why he hasn't abandoned that pistol.

Ethan rummaged through the ammo bins in search for a few .45 caliber rounds and luckily was able to find a box of them lying around. Next was some protection. Ethan spotted a some shin guards and as he began wrapping them around his leg Ethan saw a large crowbar about the length of his arm. Ethan grinned and reached out to grab it.

 

[FinalDream]

Elizabeth Williams smirked, she found a great deal of humour from filling in a form at the end of the world. It seemed so absurd, and yet so human. She wondered briefly, filling in the necessary information, what they would make of her but in the days before Elizabeth had arrived at the mansion she had changed immeasurably. It had almost been a struggle to retain some form of self in the dark and cruel days that had befallen Elizabeth lately, a far cry from the comfort and routine of been a creative writing lecturer at New York University. Not to mention the long hours and late nights she had poured into the three novels written in what little spare time Elizabeth had managed to find.

Raising her hand she let the old man collect the form, he seemed an odd character but more than willing to look after the group that had formed around him. While his hair had whitened he carried himself with energy and still retained a sense of youth in his features. Elizabeth estimated he had retired but could only wish that she looked that young at his age. Well, assuming she survived that long anyway.

Moses didn't waste any time. He began scanning the handful of papers and talking to the group about forming an expedition to acquire some supplies. No doubt the forms he was earmarking with a little tear where his preferred candidates for the job. Elizabeth had a bad feeling about this, while she preferred to be included in such expeditions she had no intention on remaining put helping to build barricades or cook meals. It wasn't out of a sense of entitlement but she needed the focus to keep going, to keep the dark thoughts that lurked in the recesses of her mind from clouding over into another depression. It came as a relief to be chosen and a slight smile crossed Elizabeth's lips at the thought of the old man finding her useful. After all it's not who you where, it's who you are now that counts.

The hunger seemed infectious and Elizabeth found herself joining in the chorus of rumbling stomachs at the mention of the supply room and the thought of what lay within. While food was still plentiful in the cities it was getting to it that presented the challenge. Zombies where dangerous and not to be underestimated that was for sure, but then there where looters, armed civilians, gangs and the downright crazies that roamed the streets too. More often than not Elizabeth had to pass on a meal to avoid certain death or injury, it was always painful and lately she had noticed her ribs beginning to show through her skin.

Following what looked like a former soldier she entered the supply room and began to check out the limited equipment and food ignoring the others. The old mans advice had been to travel light, after all what good did hoarding supplies do when you had to run for your very life, but Elizabeth had been self-contained for sometime now. She rarely fired her USP Match Pistol or M4 Carbine and as such carried enough magazines to see her through another day or two in the over the shoulder satchel bag she carried. Grabbing a dented can she inspected the label. Tinned peaches where a favourite of Elizabeth's and she took three cans from the shelf. Inspecting the rest she decided upon a tropical mix, grabbing the can and reaching into her boot for a knife she loudly stabbed a hole in the lid gulping down the excess juice before prying it open to pick at the remaining pieces of fruit with her fingers. This was no time for formalities.

Satisfied with her choice Elizabeth left the room and returned to her place by the makeshift stage inspecting silently the others in her group.

 

[TheIronRuler]

"Have you ever seen a frag grenade" Smiley asked the man that had previously walked into the room. He didn't wait for an answer. "Before this joke I had seen them, thrown them and hit by them-" Smiley pointed at his left thigh. "Little shards of metal flying around, tearing through your body. Can you imagine that?" Smiley asked the man when another person came into the room.
"You, soldier body. Did you throw one of those grenades at them?" Smiley asked the other person. "It doesn't matter WHERE-" Smiley stopped for a moment. He closed his back-pack after he had finished loading it with canned food and put two magazines into his pocket. He lost his train of thought, "If you walk around with a loaded gun before we leave this place, I will shoort you." Smiley said. He began walking towards the exit.

[Moses]

Moses walked towards another group. "We need to ration our supplies. Set up a shop in one of the guest rooms and allow each person one can per day." Moses said. "If you find something fresh, toss it in a pot with some boiled water and use that for a day." Moses added, lettting the group of three walk towards the supply room and grab all of the tin cans left, alomg with some knifes and other kitchen utilities.
Moses spotted another group with a trustwhorthy person in it. "We ought to ration our water" Moses began talking, "Draw from the well every drop you can and fill it with every container you can find. Then you put them away, we'll need them for the journey. One point five liters per person." Moses gave them a broken glass bottle "This is about the same. Use this, and good luck" he said as he sent four women off towards the well.
We're lucky we found a water source here Moses thought to himself.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Sat in the shadows of a stairwell, Two-Bit toyed with the unlit cigarette between his lips, watching the bustle of survivors heading to whatever duty they'd been assigned to.

He pulled out his last lighter and slowly lit the cigarette, drawing deliberately, savouring the taste. A woman - roughly in her 30s, although it was hard to tell through all the dirt - noticed the smell and tentatively walked towards Two-Bit.

"I-is that a-a-a cigarette?" she stammered, finger jabbed towards Two-Bit's mouth.

"Yeah, you wanna drag?" Two-Bit offered her the smouldering end. She nodded silently and started to reach for the gift. "It'll cost ya," he jerked the offer away, leaving her hand to drop dejectedly to her waist. The woman stared incredulously into the grinning punk's eyes.

"Suck it." Two-Bit's gaze never faltered as he took another drag, the cigerette's end glowing mockingly in the woman's face, and pointed to his crotch.

"Dick," she turned abruptly, swearing under her breath, but Two-Bit stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

"Whoa, whoa, I'm jus' kiddin' alright! Fuck..." Pulling the woman round to face him, Two-Bit offered her a new cigarette from the packet. Seeing her hesitate, he pulled it out himself and placed it delicately between her lips. "Smoke it," he whispered to her, lighting the end and walking back to the 'meeting room' without waiting for her response.

No sense of humour, no more... It was something he'd noticed whilst staying with other, smaller groups; without a sense of hope, a sense of humour seemed to disappear too. Not me though, he thought wryly, puffing at the dregs of his cigarette. I still got it.

Pacing slowly towards Moses, guitar dangling by his side, Two-Bit greeted the leader just as he was sending a couple of women on some errand. "Yo, Jackamoses...what's goin' down?" He threw his finished smoke onto the floor, killed it with a stomp of his heavy boot, and offered a trembling hand to Moses.

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

Moses looked at the young man that came towards him in disgust. "Tobbaco is money-" Moses held the mans' hand firmly. "-We need to use that to our advantage." Moses began squeezing the young mans' hand.
"What you did back there-" Moses pointed his other arm towards the woman the young man talked with earlier,"-Is uncalled for. Some are desperate enough to do what you asked. I will not tolerate such things." Moses finally let go of the young mans' hand.
"Not even as a joke" Moses said.
Moses took a deep breath and took some folded papers from his back pocket. He began looking for a form, and stopped at some point. "Your name is Ben Hack, right?" Moses asked the young man.

[Smiley]

Smiley slowly limped on his left leg towards the exit. He holstered his Jericho 941 pistol to a sling holster. After he had gone through the entrance door Smiley sat on the front steps.

 

[FinalDream]

Elizabeth sat alone in quiet contemplation, chewing the remaining pieces of fruit left in the can she watched with some interest at the scene unfolding before her. She had seen it too many times before and lowered her right hand removing the safety from her USP Match pistol in case things got wildly out of hand. At this range Elizabeth didn't need to be a great marksman, the .45 Calibre bullet couldn't miss and would shatter the punks skull with a ferocious force that would in turn paint the wall behind with the remains of his brain. It would be one hell of sight for the young woman to witness at such close proximity and likely paint Elizabeth in a cold light as a result, but troublemakers needed to be dealt with before they became a danger to themselves, and to others.

She waited. The situation passed without incident and Elizabeth flicked the safety back on before standing up and leaving. Opening the front door she sat on the steps watching the horizon.

"Hi." She said to the old man.

 

[TheIronRuler]

"You're Elizabeth." Smiley said without turning to the woman. "What did you do to get selected?" He asked Elizabeth.
Smiley sighed. "No need for that" he moved his hand towards her, gesturing a stop sign. "Just tell me what you're carrying. It's best we know each other" Smiley said to Elizabeth. He stood up and faced her. He reached behind his back to a 9-iron golf club attached to his backpack with a long chain.
"Weight concentrated on one place. All of the energy of the swing go to one place-" Smiley demonstrates how he would crack a skull by moving the club through the sir, "-Cracks a skull." Smiley returned the club and attched it to his back-pack. Smiley reched for his holster and in one swift movement he took out his pistol. "Jericho Nine-Four-One, Point forty five ACP ammunition. Three clips. I hope I won't need this. Won't be using it against the dead-" Smiley said, returning the pistol into its holster, "-Too damn loud." he added.

 

[FinalDream]

Elizabeth watched the demonstration. With one swift motion she pulled up her .45 Calibre Heckler and Koch USP Match Pistol and looked at it with a curious stare.

?My fathers, ironic really, given I killed him with it.? Elizabeth paused inspecting the gun. ?Otherwise I carry an M4 Carbine, given to me by a Lieutenant Colonel. I have enough ammunition to last me a week or so, though I prefer to avoid trouble when the time arises.?

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Smiley]
"The caliber isn't too common" Smiley said as he was sitting down. He deliberately avoided the topic of Elizabeth shooting her father. "Any special skills?" Smiley asked Elizabeth, expecting to hear 'nothing' from her.

 

[FinalDream]

Elizabeth snorted with amusement. "Not unless you want to learn creative writing." She returned her gaze to the makeshift fence and the world beyond. "I'm just like most people here, alone, afraid, tired, fighting day by day to cling onto what little there is left in life.?

Elizabeth looked down at her boots lost in thought before she turned back to the old man.

"How about you, I don't think I caught your name?"

 

[TheIronRuler]

[smiley]

"You were a teacher?" Smiley asked Elizabeth. He then looked at the entrance gate, barred with several pieces of furniture. Two corpses walked near the gate.
"I was given three names in my life-" Smiley said, raising his hand and showing three fingers. "One-" Smiley folded one finger, "-Was given to me by my parents. Shlomi.-", "-Two-" Smiley folded another finger, "-Was the name my friends gave me. Smiley.-", "-Third-" Smiley clentches his fist, "-A name only I need to remember." he took a deep breath and turned to Elizabeth. "I prefer you be my friend. Call me Smiley" Smiley said, a smile on his face.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

After Ethan took a few practice swings with the large crowbar he grabbed a backpack and one of the very few cans they had left. Ethan was starving but he knew that there would be at least something on his endeavor that he could munch on and even if he didn't one can of beans was sure to hold off his hunger for a bit. Ethan peered out of one of the barricaded windows to see a few undead roaming the streets choked with debris and broken vehicles. He looked to the right alittle bit and he was sure he saw an entire tail of a helicopter lodged in one of the buildings nearby. It reminded him of that faithful battle that forever scarred him and was the reason why he's alive and not dead or worse.

Ethan set out for the make-shift stage looking for his crew with his crowbar on his back. He saw a woman, about in her thirties, leave outside for the outer barricades. Ethan took after her thinking that she was on the same crew as he was. Ethan peeked out the door to the woman and an old man chatting abit.

"Are you guys on the expedition too?"

 

[Grim327]

Returned downstairs to gather the floor plans that his assistants gained. He grabbed a large piece of paper off the ground nearby and started connecting the pieces of their drawings like a puzzle. There seemed to be two main entrances: the front door, and back door. However, the windows were numerous on the bottom floor and would pose a problem if not enough wood and furniture were present. He decided that the large den he found would serve as the command room, and the dining room in the north-east part of the house on the first floor would serve as the clinic. Other than that the rest of the house could be used for sleeping and storage. He folded up the paper and stuffed it into his jean pocket. He walked over to a small group of about five people that were standing around waiting for jobs ,and he said "Start busting up all wooden furniture you can find, and get all the nails that are around and board the first floor windows." The group dispersed, although slowly, an indication of how the situation is affecting everyone. He soon started asking what people used to do before the end of world in hopes of finding a doctor and was lucky enough that a nurse from a local school was there he told her, "Grab all the medical supplies in the supply room and take them to the dining room and set up shop." He then squated down with his back to the wall adjecent the front door and watched as people made cruel jokes and others packed up for the exodus.

 

[TheIronRuler]

[smiley]

Without turning back, "Yes-" Smiley said to the man behind him, "-Show us what you have".

Spoiler: OOC

Still waiting for tips_pf_fingers...

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

...Hates me already... Two-Bit thought as Moses squeezed his hand harder than necessary. Fuck it. I'll live with it. He decided not to respond to the reprimand over his joke at the woman.

"Call me Two-Bit. People always have and people always will." He shifted uncomfortably as the large man pierced through him with an auger stare. "As for these," Two-Bit revealed a cigarette from his pocket and hovered it under Moses' nose, "I know they're fucking money. That's why I got loads of 'em," the cigarette disappeared into his jacket, "if you wanna make use of 'em, you're gonna have to bargain with me."

They're all I got left, anyhow...

Turning to observe the bustling survivors, Two-Bit addressed Moses quietly, his mood dampened by his previous thought. "I ain't got no skills, man. Nothin' I can help you with anyways..." He turned and shrugged at the leader, "so what the fuck do ya need me to do?"

...Except die here with no fucking laughter in my life...

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

"I thought so" Moses said. He took a frm and made a small tear in the top left corner of it. "Ben, it's important to know what you have. I need you to make a list of everything we have." Moses said, handing Two-bit a piece of paper and a pen.
"Any luxuries you find, you dismantle. Take some of the unqualified workers." Moses said, point at a group of men and women huddled together. "Prove your worth" Moses smiled at Two-bit for the first time.
Two-bit began walking away when Moses stood behind him and put his hand over his shoulder, "Tobacco is luxury too." Moses said and then let Two-bit go.

Spoiler: OOC

You have the right to make up some NPCs with names, find interesting crap, have relationships or conversations with other people about their past. Stay within what I've established, but if you want to talk about groups that roam the city, be my guest. We might find them on our expedition.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"What I have is experience. I would throw up a can and shoot it out of the air but my vision is untrustworthy at best. I lost my eye during the Battle for Vegas God knows how long ago. You might have heard of the Battle of Las Vegas. You know, the last known offensive that the US military undertook and the one that pushed it to it's breaking point. I was with the 3rd Armored Cav, 1st squadron, when we tried to retake the Strip and it was hell. Half the living population wasn't even evacuated and they were running everywhere, shooting at us, shooting at us trying to shot Zed, shit like that. Anyway we were at the base of the Stratosphere tower, this really tall observation post with at least 112 floors, shooting at zed that were coming in by the thousands. We had A-10's doing strafing runs, volley after volley from MLRS's in the rear, even Abraham's plowing right through them but they just swarmed us. We had not only an infected city to deal but a super swarm ,is what they called it, coming in from the east. Our offensive was turned into a defensive engagement real fast. My unit even ran out of ammo before we got called to retreat and by then we were all gnawed bones..."

Ethan took a deep breath and walked over to one of the railings guarding the perimeter and leaned on a part that wasn't covered in barbed wire.

"I was a runner when we lost communications with HQ. Comms were down and even to this day I don't know why. Maybe the brass abandoned us, I don't know but whatever happened it spelled doom for the entire operation. I was running to where the HQ was dodging Zed every which way. The perimeters were collapsing one after the other and it looked like that too. Then before I knew it I was thrown in the air for a few feet like a car hit me. I couldn't see out of my left eye and my sides were burning. I turned to face what the fuck did this to me and I see it falling. The huge tower that my unit was fighting for their lives near was falling. I see the huge black cloud of what looks like a napalm but it wasn't. The tower didn't fall right away either, it swung to one side then the other then back to the other side until you could just hear the concrete break and the metal beams whine under the stress. I began running for my life and I forgot about HQ, I forgot about how many friends I had that were under the tower, I forgot the pain in my sides or the lack of vision in my left eye because all I had in my mind was getting the hell out of there."

Ethan looked back at the woman and the old man with a solemn look on his face.

"You can call me a coward and I probably deserve it but if I survived Las Vegas then I can sure as hell survive whatever is waiting for us out there. Did I mention I'm a good runner too?"

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Smiley]

Smiley listened to what the man had said. He knew what he had experienced. The loss of your comrades, being the last one alive and alway questioning why it was he, not the others that survived. "It takes a brave man to talk about it-" Smiley said without turning to face him, "-Sometimes you just want to forget. You can call me Smiley" Smiley said. He stood up and faced the man.

"You've said so much about yourself, but you haven't told us your name" Smiley reached his hand out for a handshake. "The name of the miss is Elizabeth." Smiley added.

[Moses]
Moses sighed as he stared at the group of men and women sitting in front of him. He knows that most have no productive ability to speak of. "Ling Mayi-" Moses said out loud, holding a form in his hand. "-You wrote you have experience with weapons. I want you to set a perimiter with-" Moses began going through the other forms in his hand, "-Roku Grisen. You should handle himself-" Moses turned to the large black man sitting behind the rest of the group. "Linda Shwartz and Anny Adams should help you. Each with a six hour shift." Moses looked at the group of hungry, depressed and broken survivors he had called their names. "Remember, we arec ounting on you. Make the arrangements youselves" Moses greeted a white woman coming towards him, handing her a small piece of paper and a pen, "Use this" he said with a smile. Moses looked at a dozen survivors with no capabilities whatsoever. "Listen to me-" Moses said, sitting on a stool. "In the meanwhile you will gather everything you could find in the dilapetated house, scan it completely and anything of value - you put in the storage room. hen you begin sorting it. Can I trust you to preform?" Moses didn't wait for a response. He just pointed at the upper floors and walked away.

Moses approached Two-bit after he'd managed to gather a group and give it instructions. "I see you are making yourself useful. I suggest you use that guitar of yours for some good. Raise the moral, and do something you are good at. What do you think?" Moses asked Two-bit.