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

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ethan gave Mike a quick handshake to Mike. "The name's Ethan, welcome aboard." He said in a quick manner.

Ethan climbed next trusting Elizabeth that the street was clear. The fall was minor but made his side ache a bit. He took out his crowbar and looked around as he also clicked the safety off his gun.

"Alright pharmacy first. Hopefully there's food there too. Wait, which way is the pharmacy?" Ethan didn't recall seeing one on his journey too the Mansion and his stomach softly growled at the thought of food.

 

[Grim327]

Watched as Ethan killed the creeper, and the expedition group set out. He returned to his little work station and continued to fiddle with the radio. Once he took the cover off, it was obvious that the radion went throug some abuse. He noticed that many of its key components were missing and the only way to get more would be to salvage them from other radios and being able to find only one earlier hinted that there were no more in the mansion. He then realized that he would have to go along on the expedition if he wanted to get all of the correct pieces. He hurried to the supply room to grab a few clips of ammo for his dual M9's, a couple cans of food, and grabbed a backpack to stuff everything in it. He ran back to get the radio to make sure he remembered what pieces he needed and threw it into the backpack. He sprinted out the front door and scrambled up the ladder in hopes of catching up to the group quickly. However, while he went up the ladder fast, his descent to the other side of the fence was faster, for he tripped over the top of the fence and came crashing down onto the other side.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ethan looked back just in time to watch Grim fall off the fence and into the pavement. He rushed to Grim and helped him up. He rushed him to the side just in case Mike was on his way down as well.

"You alright man?"

 

[Grim327]

While rubbing his jaw and making sure no teeth are broken and his head wasn't bleeding, he said, "Ya, I'm alright. The radio I'm working on needs a few things to make it work, and I figured I would tag along and enjoy the ride."

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Jim and Two-Bit wandered the gloomy first-floor landing of the mansion, mutual silence between them as they listened for signs of the group.

"What were they meant to be doin' up here?" Jim asked, slowly opening the nearest door to find a dusty cupboard.

Two-Bit inspected some of the cupboard's contents: an old, metal iron, a dirty bucket and various cleaning products. "Looking for useful shit..." He replied, emptying the cupboard slowly and placing each item by the wall. "I guess we'd be able to find a use for anything. May as well pile it up here."

Sttetching his arms, Two-Bit stared into the far darkness of the landing and sighed. "What the hell are those other guys doin'?" Why's it so fuckin' quiet? He thought to himself, contentedness slipping slightly.

A creak reached the two men's ears as the door at the far end of the landing was pushed open. Two-Bit's muscles clenched as, next to him, Jim visibly steadied himself with the wall.

Exiting the room was the group Two-Bit had sent up here to look for 'luxuries', solemnity spread across their faces. One of the women was sobbing softly. The two men relaxed and approached the group slowly, warily as the group seemed not to notice them.

"H-hey," Two-Bit stammered, feeling uneasy about the situation, "what's up guys? Why the cryin'?" The black guy whom Two-Bit had spoken to earlier downstairs shook his head and led the others past the two men, leaving them stunned and confused.

Two-Bit, feeling good about himself, paced purposefully towards the open door but before he could look inside, the crying woman wailed at him, "don't go in there!" She screamed, "the faces, oh god, their little faces..." She trailed off into a low mumble as the black guy guided her, and the others back downstairs.

Shaken, Jim crepped up behind Two-Bit, who had just stepped into the room and seen for himself what had upset the others so much.

It was a bathroom. The light blue tiles on floor and walls would once have been an appealing and welcoming decor, but now the room was streaked with blood. Crusted gore splattered the tiles so that only a few remembrances of eggshell blue could be distinguished.

"Oh god!" Jim exclaimed, backing out of the room gagging as he held his mouth over his face.

Two-Bit stared hazily at the centre-piece of the room, transfixed by the ornately crafted bath. It was full of the remains of what once could have been children and babies. A full-sized bath, home to the insides of all those innocents.

Two-Bit slammed the door shut and swore to himself. Fuck. No reaction to that at all, He thought calmly. What the hell is in this pill???

"Find some tape," He said to Jim hollowly, "get this cordoned off. We don't want anyone else getting affected by that...that..." He trailed off, unable to think. Jim simply nodded, a sickly look spread across his features, as he hurried to find some tape. "Find that group, too!" Two-Bit called after the old man, "advise 'em not to tell anyone else!"

Two-Bit stood for a moment, alone on the landing, thinking about what he'd just seen. Mercy killings...? Shrugging the morbid thought away from his currently buzzing mind, Two-Bit threw open the door opposite and stepped inside.

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

Moses closed the shed door and entered the mansion from the back room. 'Tis time to look for slackers he thought to himself, looking for any person not pulling their weight. He could see from the window the expedition group leaving, and the persom he had left in charge of setting up defenses for the perimeter leaving with them. All in due time

[Mike]

Mike shaked Ethan's hand and followed the rest of the group over the fence. When he was on top he grabbed the ladder and jumped off the fence with it. I think I should hold on to it. At least I'll be good for something "What do we do next?" Mike asked the group.
"By the way, my name's mike." he announced, moving his jacket to let them see his glock 17 tucked in his pants.

[Smiley]

"We have two stops to make." Smiley turned to the group of four.
"First we need basic antibiotics to counter infections." Smiley took out a piece of crumpled paper from his pocket.
Should have handled it with more care "This is a list of medication we need to grab from a pharmacy. Each has their own problems, some others are generic enough for us to require them. Moses knows his work well" we need that sick fuck around Smiley walked towards the group and handed Elizabeth the piece of paper .
"I memorized these names. You should too. With the dead walking, this is gold" and if I don't get what I need, I'm as good as dead Smiley turned to the rest of the group, "You should look at it too." he said, walking towards the empty street.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ethan looked around the broken street. It was empty for the most part except for the broken down cars and ransacked buildings. One burnt out building still smelt of ash and soot. Ethan looked back searching for the building where he saw the tail rotor of the helicopter and there it was a few blocks down. Ethan couldn't tell what helicopter it was but it was probably a news copter or even a rescue helicopter seeing that it was too small to be the tail rotor of a blackhawk or a Apache.

"Hey Smiley, if we see anything of value on our way to whatever we need getting should we feel free to investigate?" Ethan said as he eyed the surrounding area.

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Smiley]

something of value.. he said... "If you see anything worthwhile, you should tell us and we'll make a detour. Depends on what you find." Smiley answered Ethans' question. He turned to the rest of the group, "If you have any special needs, tell us now. We'll grab them on the way. We need Food, medicine, bottled water and ammunition. Medicine is top priority" Smiley said, pointing at Elizabeth. I need the pills "Memorize it all. We stop at a pharmacy and a veterinary clinic" .
Hospitals are hell "We don't go near hospitals. Do you have anything to say" Smiley asked the group. we help each other and we survive this

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Two-Bit sat on the broken bed and lit himself a cigarette. Need to remember to ask Moses what the hell is in these pills, he mused calmly. Stciking his cigarette between his lips, Two-Bit stood up and searched the wardrobe in the corner of the room.

He stepped back, cursing as seemingly hundreds of wire coathangers piled onto the floor. "Find something useful , eh?" Two-Bit laughed as he began gathering up as many of the hangers as he could.

As he left the room, burdened with as much as he could carry, he narrowly missed bumping into Jim. "Whoa there...good haul you got," the old man croaked. "We can't afford to waste duct-tape on the door," Hew said, "but I've pinned a sign on it saying 'no entry'." Jim rubbed his arms uncomfrotably, shivering audibly. "What d'ya think happened?" He asked.

Fuck knows... Two-Bit thought to himself, but maybe Moses does. I'll for more of those pills too... He decided to make a noncommital sound as way of response, not wanting to discuss the tragic scene in case it affected how the pill was making him feel.

"Get the rest into the store room," Two-Bit nodded towards the pile as he headed towards the stairs, "then me and you will check the rest of the shit in there."

After I've spoken to Moses, he thought, taking careful steps down the staircase.

 

[Grim327]

Now feeling fine, he looked around the decrepit street. After listening to Smiley speak, he said, "Ya, if anyone of yall find a radio let me know, pieces are missing from our own and maybe I can get one up and running." He placed his backpack down onto the ground and pulled out his dual M9's and to make sure they were loaded. Satisified that they were, he placed one in his shoulder holster and the other in his side holster. He now remembered during his hasty movements out of the mansion, he forgot to grab a melee weapon. "It also looks like we need to make a detour so as I can grab a melee weapon too," he said chuckling while rubbing the back of his head.

 

[FinalDream]

[Elizabeth]

Elizabeth reached out and took the scrap of crumpled paper in her hand. The hastily scrawled list sounded like complete gibberish to her but if there was one benefit of been a professional writer it was a good memory. Confident she could remember the list Elizabeth handed it back.

?I guess a lot of the local places will have been picked clean by now, do you have a location in mind for the medicine or are we going to just walk until we find what we need?? Elizabeth quickly paused. ?I hope I don?t need to point out the obvious, that the Zombies are not the greatest threat in this city, so whatever happens do not trust anybody we might find along the way. You can make a mistake once, but to repeat it is a carelessness that could cost you life.?

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Smiley]

a melee weapon "If we do this properly we won't even fight them. We move silently." Smiley said to the group, reaching for his pocket he took out a small piece of chalk.
just like the old formation Smiley began drawing arrows pointing at different directions, "This is our formation. Front is me. Mike is Right, Ethan is Back, Elizabeth is left. You-" Smiley drew a circle in the middle of the arrows, "-Shouldn't get in contact if you don't have a melee weapon. We don't need to use our pistols and alert the entire city ." Smiley returned the piece of chalk into his pocket.
memories come back. some sweet and some ... Smiley reached out to his backpack and opened the chain that held his golf club in place.
"Nobody unqualified would go to a veterinary clinic. We go there first for antibiotics." Smiley turned to Elizabeth, he pointed at a direction in front of them, "Three blocks." he said.
"We can safely go to a pharmacy. They have a back room for that is usually locked, and most don't know it's there. Lets just hope the others are clueless." just like Moses said... Smiley said to the group.
"Ethan, you said something earlier. Tell us." what did the one eyed man see ? Smiley turned to Ethan and asked him.

[Mike]

Mike listened to Smiley talk about how they should walk through the rubble. He held his cricket back firmly. Damn... He said I'm right... what if something comes at us from the right... "Ehm... Smiley..." Mike awkwardly tried to pronounce the peculiar name, "Shlomi-" he said, "-We should look for some diesel too." Mike turned to the group.
we should always carry petrol around

 

[FinalDream]

[Elizabeth]

?A safe room used as an extra supply closet for the most valuable stuff huh?? Elizabeth remarked, vocalising her thoughts to no one in particular. There was a bad feeling beginning to form in the pit of her stomach, an empty, hungry, stomach as it all too frequently reminded her. Elizabeth had learnt the hard way that assumptions where a dangerous business, the last time the price had been a single life and she could only dread what might happen if Smiley was wrong.

Things change Elizabeth, just because something stands for a day doesn?t mean it will for a lifetime.

Her fathers voice echoed in Elizabeth?s mind. Sound advice she had all too often ignored. Taking up her position on the left Elizabeth made a promise to herself that this time would be different. This time everybody would walk away. No single item, whether it be medicine, food or ammunition was worth the cost of blood. She gripped the sweaty handle of the M4 Carbine a little tighter.

 

[Grim327]

Listened to Smiley. He dreaded that he would be in the middle and would be of little help without a melee weapon. He then heard Smiley talk about the locked door, and said, "A lock huh? Is it a combination lock or a key lock?"

 

[FinalDream]

[Richard]

The book quickly snapped shut sending out a breath of dust that glittered in the light streaming from the window behind. Father Richard Matheson pressed his hand on the cover and looked up, slowly panning his eyes across the small crowd of hopeful faces that formed his first congregation. The service had been long, designed to allow the folk to reclaim their lost faith that had dwindled in these dark days. Sin had crept back into the world in the guise of desperation and fear, it had brought out the very worst humanity had to offer. Although the eyes of every individual now currently looking up at him told their own tale of woe and sorrow Richard was all too aware of the power it held within him.

Before the outbreak Richard had been a shy, somewhat naive man trapped under the thumb of a commanding wife. He had felt small but worst of all suffocated and had almost resigned himself to a life of mediocrity until that fateful summers eve. To counter his dull life Richard had poured all of his love, creativity and affection into his work as a priest and quickly found the affection and respect of not just his peers and superiors but all so the everyday folk who walked into his church.

Now things where very different, he had snapped, broken into too many pieces to reclaim. Richard no longer understood his actions and the man he once was had died a long time ago. The worst of humanity was now reflected inside of himself, although the picture he painted for the ?crowd? never allowed this to manifest in the open. Richard Matheson was cunning, a manipulator, deceiving, a liar, but by far the worst of all his newfound traits was the almost primal instinct to kill. A far cry from the small boy of his past. How far the apple had fallen from the tree.

?It seems lately, that we have been running on faith alone. We feel abandoned by God, abandoned by our people but the truth is quite different. Our faith is been tested to breaking point. And what did we find? That even in what may seem the end of days our faith is stronger than ever! It burns like fire inside each and every one of us determined to light the path for the generations that follow. We are what matters now, we shall morn the dead and missing but we must never give up on ourselves. We will find our path, we will take our journey together - with Moses - and we will not allow despair to falter our progress. I know some of you have already given up on this life, you may not speak your mind to the others but your eyes paint a picture more than a thousand words could. ?

He paused.

?When you leave this room, each and everyone of you shall work your hardest to ensure that our pilgrimage will be met by only success. Spread the word of redemption though God and bring back one person for our next service. The more we gather to our cause the stronger we will be to cross the badlands.?

Richard's smile seemed friendly, almost polite, but his eyes burned with a different cause. He congratulated himself on pulling the speech out from thin air at the moments notice, shame he didn?t believe a single word that left his lips.

This is too easy

 

[FinalDream]

[Richard - Continued]

A lust for power and blood drove him like an animal. It took all of Richard?s willpower to suppress the latter but it was only a matter of time before the urge grew too strong and consumed him once more. As Richard watched the last person leave the room, a converted study of some kind adorned with dusty books and shelves, he began his scheming. He knew to be careful and couldn?t risk an action that would jeopardise his new position among the survivors. If Moses turned against him now the weight of anger and rejection would crush him. If he was going to satisfy certain needs then the time had come to take a walk on the wild side and leave the safety of the mansion grounds.

Wild thoughts strayed across his mind, images threw him into a waking dream. Maybe this was going to work out after all?

One step at a time Richard

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ethan snapped back to Smiley after the question on what he was looking at. Ethan's attention was elsewhere but he heard the most of what Smiley had to say about the formation and half of what Elizabeth had to say about most places being cleaned out.

"Down the street..." Ethan pointed towards the tail rotor of the downed chopper. "See the rotor? I say that the most of the helicopter is intact considering that the rotor isn't caved in like with most crashed helicopters. Must have been a soft landing on a faulty roof..."

The building looked more clear now the more Ethan focused on it. It was a luxury apartment building with what looked like a penthouse where the helicopter now resides. Ethan could now see the dried blood painted on one of the balconies leading up. The white-colored building did a good job of being a canvas as bullet-marks and blood stains dot the walls. The tail rotor stuck out like a lightning rod on top of the building.

"Looks dangerous, I don't want to endanger any of our lives going in there but crashed helicopter means spare parts for the radio or even some medical supplies." Ethan looked to Grim when he mentioned spare parts.

 

[FinalDream]

There would come a time when cation and concern no longer played their part. When desperation would force your hand and pluck you from the safety of your comfort zone. Elizabeth knew the danger of such a visible landmark, after all half the city should have noticed the helicopter poking out from the building. While they where not particularly desperate the helicopter would have a lot of parts worth salvaging (if they had not already been looted) and there was no guarantee that any other place would be any safer, assuming hey could find somewhere.

Elizabeth chewed the issue over before turning to the group. ?It must be worth a look??

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Smiley]

so hopeful... "Ambush. I won't go there." Smiley said without much explanation.
they did the same with us... waited for us to rescue our comrades and set an ambush...
"Anything else worth mentioning or are we going to move?" Smiley turned to the group.

Spoiler: OOC

Now, you can drop it, go alone with someone or convince Smiley and do get in an ambush.
Because, there's a damn chopper popping out from a building. People will go there. People that you can rob.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

The issue bugged at Ethan and he weighed the pros and cons of going into such a situation. Ethan his bottom of his lip in thought as he always did. Of course Smiley had a point saying that the chopper would have lured vagrants to its crash site and yes there might already be someone in there as it is waiting for people like them to enter. Then again the helicopter could yield a large amount of salvageable parts and who knows how long they will be there for.

"Once we get back from the trip I'll tell Moses about the helicopter. We're not even sure if the parts are still even there. Let's go, we don't want to waste any more daylight." Ethan said still unsure about what he said but he stuck with it even if he may be passing up a golden opportunity.