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

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Two-Bit slowly took the stationary offered by Moses and headed towards the group of "unskilled workers" that the leader had pointed at.

"S'up guys," He croaked through dry, cracked lips. "Moses wants you guys to gimme a hand dismantlin' some shit." He handed the pen and paper to a young black woman. "Make a note of the luxuries - whatever that means - and take 'em apart." Sighing heavily, Two-Bit hefted his guitar and stared up at the ornate ceiling of the mansion.

Still can't believe this is happenin'...Atleast the world is taking a shit on everyone this time, instead of just me...

Two-Bit was pulled out of his thoughts when one of the people in his group - a short bald man with smudged glasses - nudged his arm. "Hi, Peter Shawford," he offered a hand, changing the gesture into a wipe of his stained jeans when he realised that the punk wasn't going to shake it, then continued in a slightly awkward tone, "Um...w-where do we s-start?" His voice was soft, timid; fear was oozing from him like blood from a wound. Like a fucking bite wound...

Scanning the faces of the small group, Two-Bit saw that it wasn't just this sorry little man who was dripping fear into his pants...it was the whole lot of them. Fear's a fuckin' liabilty in this kinda situation...I know that all too well...

"Try upstairs," he finally said, his voice not quite as strong as he had hoped. "Stay in groups of 3...I-I'll uh...be up in a second." The group shambled up the stairs as Two-Bit slumped into a nearby chair, guitar placed on the floor next to him.

"Fuck...fuckfuckfuck..." He mumbled under his breath, fishing a crumpled cigarette from his pocket. With shaky fingers, he lit the end and took a long, hard drag to try and calm his nerves. I'm turnin' into a fuckin' sap...need a fuckin' fix... Two-Bit shut his eyes and tried to clear the aching in his head.

Two-Bit heard footsteps approach him and suddenly heard Moses' voice next to his ear. "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?"

Two-Bit took another drag of his cigarette then, without opening his eyes, answered the hefty leader: "Unless we got an amp and shit here...My guitar ain't gonna make much noise. Only other option if is if there's an acoustic somewhere in the building. Besides," He snapped open his eyes and shrugged at Moses through the smoke, "I'm not the kinda guy to be playing Oasis or U2." He stood up and combed grimy fingers through his hair, "I know some songs about zombies though." He suddenly broke into song, "If you really love me, let me eat your brains!" He grinned hideously, "maybe that'll boost moral?" Dropping the finished cigarette, Two-Bit stared down at the smouldering ash for a second before scraping his boot over it.

Chuckling, he picked up his guitar by the strap and swung it expertly onto his shoulder. "Any other ideas, man?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and stood trembling from withdrawal as Moses pondered his question.

Fuck...I feel like shit....

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

Moses tried to hid his disgust as the young man began spouting words out of his mouth. "Then you really are useless. I suggest you go and help the others you've expertly ordered around" Moses pointed at the group of men and women walking up the stairs towards the second floor.
Moses noticed the mans' shaking hand. "If you need something special, go and see the expedition. Make an order. Trade in something you own. I can see you're having trouble to concentrate." Moses smiled at Two-bit. This time it wasn't the fatherly, warm smile he usually has. That smile was sinister. Moses reaches his hand into his jacket and said, "If you need help concentrating, come to me.".

 

[FinalDream]

[Elizabeth]

They say the smoke rose like a pillar to the heavens, that it covered the sky and plunged the world into a darkness that lasted for a month. The fall of Las Vegas had become a legend. Elizabeth knew as much as everybody else, the rumour, the talk, but she had doubted the stories whispered held any basis in fact. They seemed too far fetched, some glorified the US Army, some vilified them, the rest painted a scene of chaos with the parties involved nothing more than caught up in the storm. It was a bad case of Chinese whispers. The truth lingered with sorrow in the soldiers eyes and Elizabeth knew the feeling of loss all too well. She gave a sympathetic smile as Smiley mentioned her name waiting for the soldiers response.

 

[FinalDream]

[Richard]

The room was dark, filthy and a mess. What little light there was filtered through the gaps in the wood nailed across the upstairs window of the mansion. Empty scotch bottles lined the floor and the smell of sweat was overpowering. He stood hands shaking, holding the revolver into the roof of his mouth. This time would be it. This time he would die and leave this hell for a better place, only he couldn?t do it. Once again he had failed and a voice in the back of his mind spouted endless reasons to preserve his life. Richard was sick of it all, life and death, it was all such a god damn waste of time. The human race would never recover from the outbreak, so why did he still hang on so tight to life? It had been a question Richard had turned over in his mind for a countless number of hours with no satisfying answer. Maybe his ex-wife was right? Maybe he was just a coward, a failure, a loser with no hope. Richard snorted a laugh lowering his hand to admire the gun.

That ***** didn't think so when I shot her. To think, all I had to do was pretend she had been infected.

He smiled at the though of the power he held when he stood over her, it was intoxicating, she had first screamed obscenities at him while holding her stomach in, then she begged, even cried for her life. It was pathetic. Her voice had become more desperate as he raised the gun and pulled the trigger. For the first time in Richard Matheson's life he had stood up to his wife.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ethan grabbed Smiley's hand and shook it.

"(Formerly Cpl.) Ethan Wycliffe at your service. Are we ready to set off or are there others we are still waiting for?" Ethan said quickly trying to bury the topic that he had raised about the fall of Las Vegas. Ethan felt a throbbing in his dead eye. The explosion dug shrapnel into the iris but he was able to get it out. As a result his eye was still there but he could not see anything and once in a while it throbbed like every time something pushed against his eye but the feeling was constant.

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Smiley]

Smiley shook the hand of the man that stood in front of him. "Noce to meet you. We're waiting for one more" Smiley said. He sat down on the stairs next to Elizabeth and stared at the couple of walking dead going in circles near the barred entrance gate.

 

[ImSkeletor]

Joseph sat in his chair. What the hell can I do? I was a freaking boxer. How the hell will that help now? He was still hot and breathing heavily. I might as well just let myself die here. I don't think anyone even remembers who I am and they won't care. A man who appeared to be in his early twenties with blonde hair and a hoodie was staring at him. "What the hell are you looking at man?"
"I..um..You look a lot like the guy who I saw knock out Jacob Anderson in the seventh a few months ago."
"That is because I am...Thanks."
"For what?"
He pushed him self out of his chair and shook the man's hand before walking to Moses. He still felt warm. "Sir, I really want to make myself useful. Do you have anything I can do??

Spoiler: ooc

Sorry for not being around. My sister dropped off my nephew at my house without warning

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

"Hello, nice to meet you-" Moses smiled at Joseph. "I overheard your conversation. A boxer..." Moses said, he began gowing through the forms he had in his hand, "-Joseph, am I correct?" Moses reached out his hand to greet Joseph in a handshake.
Moses leaned towards Joseph, "I need your help in the basement. The old owner left us a surprise. I will need someone with quick reflexes." Moses whispered in his ear.

 

[FinalDream]

[Elizabeth]

Elizabeth reached into her bag and after a short rummage produced an elastic band which she flexed around the fingers on her right hand. Extending her left hand backwards she scooped up her hair and tied it back with the band. It felt greasy and Elizabeth couldn?t remember the last time she had seen shampoo let alone use the stuff. She sighed. What Elizabeth wouldn?t give for a well stocked bathroom right about now. Realising the expeditionary group had better priorities than hair care products she resigned herself to another day of bad hair.

The sun was already climbing high in the empty sky and Elizabeth could feel the warmth against her skin. It felt good, there had been far too many cold nights and rainy days lately. Watching the ominous presence of the silent city on the horizon she wondered what suprises the day had in store for her.

Elizabeth began to feel the chill of the cold stone step seep into body and stood up to stretch her legs. The noise of the Zombies outside the fence caught her attention and she found her eyes scanning the forming crowd for familiar faces. It was a bad habit, one she had sworn to stop but found increasing difficult to do so. It was times like these Elizabeth felt a little guilty, after all the walking dead where once human just like her. They had loved ones, families, jobs, now they where just mindless husks doomed to forever walk the earth. Did something of the person remain inside? Did the dead remember the past? Elizabeth shook the thought from her head, behind all the decomposing and rotting flesh they may retain the look of an individual but that was it. The doctor?s would call it survivors guilt but there where some days Elizabeth didn?t feel luckily to be alive.

Turning her back to the dead she looked at the group forming on the steps, they seemed a good bunch of people. All like her plucked from their former lives and thrown together in this new world. Making the best of a bad situation. Reaching behind her back she pulled forward the M4 Carbine that hung from her shoulder, she raised the gun up to the air and ejected the magazine into her free hand. It was full. The gold bullet on top shone in the sunlight briefly before Elizabeth returned the magazine to the chamber. Pulling back the firing pin she loaded the gun and raised the red dot sight to eye level. Aiming at the stump of a tree she felt satisfied with the firearm and checking the safety was still on slung it back over her shoulder.

Walking back towards the group she stopped short before the steps.

?This may seem a daft question, but how exactly do we get out of here? I assume the gate is off limits due to recent guests. Also, who?s in charge of this group??

 

[ImSkeletor]

Joseph shook his hand. "Thanks for being genial and yes my name is Joseph. I would love to help you take care of that." YES! Something to do that I am the best for. He then continued, "Tell me when you are ready. I'll be around." He walked over to the guy in a hoodie. "I'm sorry but I never caught your name."
"Don't sweat it. My name is Terry and I know that your name is Joseph." Joseph nodded and took a seat.
"I got a little bit of time before I have to go. Do you wanna do something?" he asked politely.
"Sure, You want to come hang out with a couple of my friends?
"Sure man."He said before Terry stood up and walked him to a couple of his friends.

Spoiler: OOC IRON RULER

As you can see I edited everything

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Smiley]

Smiley clenched his fist as Elizabeth loaded her rifle. "This isn't Golani. We are all equals here. No leader, only an objective." Smiley stood up and stretched his back.
"As for a way out-" Smiley pointed at the high fence surrounding the mansion, "-We have a rope ladder. Works like a charm. Should be in the supply room" Smiley said with a sigh.
"We better go and grab it. We'll be using it on our way back too" Smiley said. He began stretching his arms and legs, preparing himself for walking in enemy territory.

Spoiler: OOC ImSkeletor

Sorry mate, I edited my post and actually want just you to help me. You should make it a habit to refresh your page more often. It'd be swell if you just edit your post.
You'll also have to wait till you go to th ebasement since I'm going to sleep now.
See you in eight hours. I'm sorry if you to continue and I hold you back, but I'll see you in a bit. It's the time zones, man, the time zones.
I might pick a Co-GM one of these days to solve this problem, but till then you'll have to wait. Thank you all for your cooperation.

 

[Grim327]

Just sat there with his back to the wall for a second to relax. He started to remember before the outbreak that he wanted zombies to end the world, now he just wants everthing to go back. He then snapped back to reality, got up, and started working again. He walked out the front door, said "excuse me," so he could get through the group, so as he could take a look at the perimeter fence. It was a good 9 ft. tall. It would keep the "creepers" , his name for the zombies, out of the mansion for a while but would not stand long if a large group attacked. He would not have to worry with it for now and instead headed back inside to start working on the electrical devices that were in the supply room. While lokoking, he found an old antenna radio hiding in the back. He then proceeded to find a secluded spot in the mansion so as he could work on it, and hopefully get something going.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Two-Bit took a few unsteady steps back as a huge guy began addressing Moses. Probably muscle than brains, He mused piteously, sizing up the meathead from the corner of his eye. Dragging his hand laborously from his pockets, Two-Bit flexed his shaking fingers, attempting to coax some of the ache out of them.

What was he saying about coming to him for concentration? Maybe he's holdin'? Spirits slightly lifted, Two-Bit waited anxiously for the muscular man to finish his jabbering.

The moment the other guy stepped away, Two-Bit planted himself in front of Moses, too close for any normal person to feel comfortable, especially in times like these. "You holdin', man?" He breathed in the leader's ear, "uppers? you got any uppers?" Moses stared him straight in the face, causing discomfort to creep up Two-Bit's spine like so many gnawing ants.

Two-Bit stepped back a few paces, anxious trembling making his steps seem like those of a broken puppet. He scraped his lank hair out of his face, avoiding eye contact with Moses. "Anything at all?" He pleaded.

I'm hurtin' man, really fuckin' hurtin'

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

Moses was approached by Two-bit. After hearing him ask him for something to make him feel good, Moses took something from his jacket pocket and held out his hand.
"Shake my hand-" Moses whispered, "-And rock on." he said.

Spoiler: OOC

If you're not following, he put a wee pill in his hand and is going to transfer it to you via a handshake to avoid suspicion.
Do you want to see the truth?, which one do you prefer - The red or the blue pill?
Joking.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Two-Bit nodded to Moses after shaking his hand and threw the pill down his parched throat. "Thanks, man. Need any cigarettes, I'll hook you up."

He's alright...bet he ain't got an endless supply, though. Wonder what it was...I guess I'll find out in a half hour or so. He thought to himself as he pulled a cigarette out for himself before offering one to Moses.

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

Moses took the cigarret off Two-bit's hands and put it in the same place he took the pill from. "Tobacco is money" Moses said with a smile.
Moses walked towards Joseph, "We should go now. Follow me." Moses said to Joseph. He then proceded to walk through the back door of the mansion, greeting others as he passed by.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Two-Bit smirked as Moses vanished through the door. He held up his dwindling cigarette in front of his face and turned it around in the dim light of the mansion. "Tobacco is money, eh?" Oh well... He shrugged to himself as the last of the cigarette burnt his lips, an indication that he was still, blessedly, alive.

Just hope it stays that way fer a loooong time Two-Bit thought, striding across the room in search of a kitchen. Spotting a group of survivors holding what looked like bottled water, Two-Bit madea beeline for them.

"Water?" He asked, pointing an aching finger at one of the bottles. The girl holding it looked him up-and-down and smile nervously.

"Y-yeah. Moses said that people've gotta pay for the bottled stuff," she rushed to explain when Two-Bit's face contorted in incredulous rage. "It's fresher. We'll accept anything you find outside, or any useful personal belongings you brought with you."

Exasperated, Two-Bit suddenly heard Moses' voice clear in his head: ...Tobacco is money... "Fuck that." He mumbled under his breath and stomped away just as the girl called from behind, "Tap water's obviously free...check the kitchen on your left."

Entering the dim kitchen, ignoring the other people milling about on errands, he turned the cold tap and splashed his face with warm water. As he did this, a hand was planted softly on his shoulder and a gruff voice asked if he was alright.

Two-Bit straightened and grinned at the grubby old man who had addressed him. "Yeah...Much better," he nodded, "thanks."

Two-Bit held out a hand to the old man and realised that it wasn't trembling anymore.Whatever Moses gave me, it seems to be working ok. The shakes have gone anyways... "they name's Two-Bit..." He said as brightly as his croaky voice would allow him.

"Jim." The old guy gripped Two-Bit's hand firmly and handed him a chipped cup. "Fill 'er up, gotta keep hydrated." Two-Bit did as advised, gulping the warm water loudly. It was disgusting...but necessary.

 

[Grim327]

He found a spot in what seemed like a small living room. No one was in there at the moment, but he fiured that would change soon. He pulled up a wooden chair and a small empty box to act as a desk and started to work. He flipped the old radio on its back to get to the screws. He was about to pull out his trusty K-bar when he remembered that he dropped it back in San Fransisco, when a group of creepers damn near got him. He then headed to the supply room in hopes of there being a screw driver but his hopes were to be false. Before heading to the kitchen to borrow a knife, he swung by the front porch to ask an expedition survivor to grab some batteries on the journey. He walked over to the person called Ethan and asked, "Hey, do you mind grabbing some batteries if you find them on the journey. A few of the electronics will need them."

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ethan turned and heard the request one the survivors gave him about the batteries. Ethan was sure that there would probably be batteries but not as plentiful as they once were. Every scavenger nowadays go out of their way for such a resource and Ethan thought that it probably wouldn't hurt to accept the man's request.

"Sure, I'll find them. Hey..." The man had the look of an ex-military individual look to him but Ethan couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had the look of a soldier and spoke like one too. "Are you ex-military? I was a soldier too."

 

[ImSkeletor]

Joseph stood up and turned to the group of people he was chatting with and said, "I'll be back in a minute."
Terry looked up and replied, "okay, see you man." and the other few guys nodded. As the rest of the group resumed their conversation Joseph followed behind Moses. "What kind of "surprise" are we talking about here?" He said he needed someone with quick reflexes. Why would he possibly need that?