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

[Grim327]

Listened to the group talk about the crashed helicopter, and the thought of going to check it out. "Either way, we are going to have to check that helicopter out sooner or later," he said while walking. Hopefully whenever they do go check it out there are some spare parts for the radio or for anything for that matter.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Two-Bit and Jim had been attempting to store the the newly found hangars into some semblance of order when an excited energy suddenly rose from the milling survivors in the main hall. Voices were all whispering at once until the whispers became the buzzing of what Two-Bit could only describe as hope.

Leaving Two-Bit to fight with the pile of wire-hangers, Jim strode into the hall to investigate and saw the cleanest man he'd seen in years positioned higher than the crowd, reciting words of hope, salvation and God.

"There's some priest talking to everyone!" Jim called in to Two-Bit, "you should see him...clean as a fucking whistle!" He joined the back of the crowd.

Priest? Two-Bit wondered, clean? Don't remember seeing anyone like that earlier...Not that I'm the most observant guy in the world....

Two-Bit groaned as the hangers crashed to the floor again, "fuck's sake...ok, I'll get you guys later," He joked, pointing an accusatory finger at the pile before he turned to see what all the fuss outside was about.

From the back of the crowd, Two-Bit watched the smart priest address the crowd in a confident and engaging manner, his gestures big and exciting in order to keep the audience interested. He's a fuckin' good showman, Two-Bit thought, impressed. He scanned the faces of the crowd and saw the sheer joy everyone seemd to hold towards this strange holy man. They hung on his every word, including, Two-Bit noticed, Jim.

Slowly backing away from the wave of holiness and returning to the pile of hangers, Two-Bit searched his pocket for a cigarette. "Fuck religion," He mumbled airily, "Fuck religion, fuck religion, fuck religion," he continued to recite one of his favourite mottos under his breath as pulled out a cigarette and looked at it incomprehensibly.

Better save 'em, he told himself, slipping the cigarette back in the packet. He continued to untangle and pile the hangers to the sound of the priest spreading his holy lies.

Fuck religion...All I need is more of these fuckin' pills.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ethan nodded to Grim and assumed his position in the formation. They would have to see that the copter's ruins hold sooner or later and Ethan had to fulfill his mission for food and medicine for not only the other survivors but for himself as well. Ethan had been getting migraines lately and they have been getting worse. Ethan had already consumed what little painkillers he had left in an effort to hold off the pain but Ethan could feel it coming back.

"Alright Smiley lead the way..."

 

[FinalDream]

[Richard]

The light vanished and sent the mansion into complete darkness, the light curfew put in place by Moses struck Richard as a sensible idea. After all the last thing the exhausted survivors needed to do was paint themselves as a target at night to anybody who happened to pass by. The moon half hidden by cloud cast little light across the grass and Father Richard Matheson stood alone, admiring the towering presence of the mansion in the dark. It took on an ominous look and no longer seemed to be the beacon of salvation it was during the day.

Turning around and satisfied he wasn?t been watched Richard walked across the grass calming the wild thoughts charging through his mind. The short walk to the perimeter wall was uneventful and Richard reached out to test the strength of the exposed brickwork. Some loose bricks crumbled in his hand as he reached up and climbed the wall to the top. The city beyond was beautiful. It held an allure that drew men and women like Richard to the deadly streets, it was only there that the urges he desperately held back could truly be set free.

Dropping down he flexed his knees on landing and quickly stood back up looking at the rope ladder resting on the top of the wall. Better to leave that undisturbed. Walking in the middle of the street towards the towering skyline he drew a silenced M9 pistol and began the hunt.

 

[FinalDream]

Spoiler: ooc

TheIronRuler - There is no need to respond, this is just backstory used to introduce another NPC

[Erica]

Doctor Erica Park sat sleeping on the table, head down in her folded arms she dreamed of a better place. Some might say that it was an unhealthy dream and she should stop clinging onto the past and accept reality but everything had changed so quickly that Erica had trouble doing so. There had still been so many things she wanted to do. Things she would never get the chance to experience now. As if tinged by her sadness the dream turned sour and her make believe reality collapsed into a full nightmare fuelled by the undead.

Bolting awake upright Erica took a moment to realise where she was, sighing at falling asleep again in her make shift medical centre on the ground floor of the mansion Erica rubbed the back of neck that had stiffened in the unnatural sleeping position she had adopted.

 

[ImSkeletor]

"I don't know Terry. I always perfered Captain America to Batman." Joseph said leaning back in his chair.
"I don't know man. Cap always seemed to be too much of a boyscout."Terry replied coolly.
"And batman always seemed like a psycho."God. I havent had a conversation like this in far to long. Not since Aaron di..died.
"Yeah but that psycho is an interesting character. But I see where your coming from. But you can't discount that fact the Batman had the best film in the Dark Knight."
"The hell I cant. The First Avenger was a better movie."
"How can you say that? Cap may have had better action but thematicly is superior."
"Captain America was better directed and had a more interesting script."
The discussion was cut short by a Priest playing the crowd. Once he was wrapping up he saw a man swearing about it. "F*** Religion." he said. Joseph walked up behind him and said, "He is quite a showman though."

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

"So was Hitler," Two-Bit replied without looking up from the mess of wire hangers. So was I...Before everthying turned to shit. "The Fuhrer was a good showman," He continued, turning to face the guy, "but it doesn't make him right." He grinned wide and maniacally, the pills making his face stretch and contort unconsciously.

Two-Bit laughed suddenly, a short burst of noise, similar to a bark. "Don't tell me you believe that shit!?" He exclaimed, jabbing a thumb away into space.

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

liebe fuhrer... Moses heard the conversation between the two, Joseph and Two-bit.
"The Fuhrer used a scapegoat while our priest has none to blame. I say our priest is the superior showman. Charisma is a precious commodity, its value exceeds human life by more than a ten-fold. Be careful with his flock." Moses gave both of the men a word of advice.

[Mike]

They kept moving through the rubble. The dead empty streets didn't make it any better for Mike. they're about to just us... any minute now... was the melody playing inside Mikes' head.
Mike walked in the middle of the group, unable to act against the dead without alerting the other lively inhabitants of the presence of the expedition.
After more than twenty nerve wrecking minutes of complete silence, Smiley stopped in his track.
"We're at the veterinary clinic" Smiley pointed at a door a few meters away. we need to finish this quickly

[Smiley]

we're finally here Smiley saw the sign on the large window indicating it it a veterinary clinic. The doors and windows were surprisingly not shattered. we can find what we need there " We break formation. Mike and Elizabeth, with me, Ethan - stay on the lookout near the entrance-" Smiley turned around and faced his group, "-Any complaints?" he asked his comrades. even though we are all equals... someone needs to take command

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"No problem here, just make it quick." Ethan said. He got into position behind a burnt-out Hummvee parallel to the entrance. He checked his M1911 and made sure the safety was off. Then he went to his magazines. Ethan had at least 4 magazines with a spare box of ammunition in his utility pouch on his vest. Ethan swiped the ground with his foot to clear the broken glass just in case. Ethan put his crowbar on the hood and awaited the group.

 

[Grim327]

Not hearing his name called out, decided to just take up look-out. He wondered if the clinic had a ladder that lead to the roof, and started circling the clinic in hopes of finding one. Sure enough there was one in the alley on the clinic's left side. He climbed the ladder and took up position on the front side of the building. He had a clear view of the street and would be able to alert Ethan if anyone was coming.

 

[TheIronRuler]

Spoiler: OOC

I'm not moving the plot because I want all of you to react first.
But damn it, I can't be patient enough. I'll do it with Smiley and Mike.

[Smiley]

this place better have the antibiotics we need Smiley opened the front door and entered the lobby, Elizabeth and Mike following closely behind. Without sound, Smiley signaled Elizabeth to search the supply room while he and Mike wen't towards the treatment rooms, hoping to find medical items to help treat injuries.

[Mike]

Mike followed Smiley and entered the treatment room. I hear barking "Smiley, this is bad. They are worse than rabid dogs" Mike said to him. It was from previous experience.
Mike saw a rabid dog once, it bite a man and wouldn't let go of him.
When Mike saw a walking dead dog, he first thought it was a rabid dog. A rabid dog bite his target for it to carry on the disease. A dead dog bites his target to maul it, for no apparent reason. It couldn't digest food since it was dead, what other reason did it have to eat the living? out of spite for the living
Mike stood in front of the door the barking came from. "I open it, you enter. Fine?" Mike asked Smiley. I'm not going to die out of spite.

 

[FinalDream]

Elizabeth moved quickly, quietly, through the newly opened door. The M4 Carbine raised to cover Smiley?s advance into the dark building. Her finger lightly pressed against the brushed metal trigger expecting trouble to descend though the dusty, dark ahead. Nothing stirred. No monster tried to tear the team limb from limb in the vain hope of satisfying an endless hunger. Somehow, Elizabeth felt a little disappointed.

Without a sound Smiley sent Elizabeth a single signal, her eyes followed the line of his hand to the closed door ahead. With only the light from the open door and window behind filtering through the veterinary building the sign was a little hard to read but the lettering ?Supp? was enough of a hint to give a clue to contents within. It was amazing how much society had relied on electric lights, with the power grid down across the vast majority of the city the buildings once so full of life now stood empty, alone in darkness.

Walking up to the door Elizabeth bent down and ran her hand across the scratches, something had tried to get in, and she turned her head slowly at the sound of voices coming from the others. They where discussing the presence of a dog. Her stomach churned. The scratches certainly matched up. Standing back up Elizabeth shouldered the M4 Carbine and pulled out her USP Match Pistol, in close quarters the long barrel of the rifle would be slow and difficult to wield.

Reaching out with her left hand Elizabeth tired to open the door. It moved a fraction before hitting something on the other side. Holstering the pistol Elizabeth flexed her fingers and took a step back, pushing all her weight into the door she slowly began to move the door and barricade but it made a loud scraping noise that echoed through the building. Elizabeth cursed to herself and when enough of a gap had appeared that she could squeeze through she quickly stopped. Elizabeth could only hope that the noise had not disturbed anything.

 

[ImSkeletor]

"Hell no!" Joseph replied to two bit. Then after listening to Moses he said this to both of them. "The way he is rallying these people makes me feel pretty uneasy. It is not a good thing to have two charismatic people with a cult following especially when the group is this small because atleast one will try to be the biggest kid on the block by any means necessary. ESPECIALLY when religion gets involved and in times like these sometimes the only thing people have is their faith and people like that priest can easily take advantage of that faith. The last thing we need to be around here is divided and the way the winds are blowing here it looks like we will." Joseph sighed and continued, "And as the old saying goes. United we stand. Divided we fall."

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Two-Bit stood silently, stroking the neck of his prized-guitar as he listened to Moses and Joseph discussing the priest's effects on the survivors.

Hitler used a scapegoat, but this fucking priest is using well-established lies to feed on the fear of those who have nothing left. He'll bleed them dry for his own slef-important arrogance. Two Bit's fingers clutched the neck of the guitar hard, the strings scraping painfully. All religious types are the same. Fucking liars, who just want to get off on the attention of the weak.

"Fuck religion," he said out loud before turning to Moses and making a sweeping gesture across the wire hangers. "Can you find a use for all these fuckers?" He hesitated, "Also... I uh, could do with a steady supply of that stuff you...um," Two-Bit leaned closer, lowering his voice, "that stuff you..showed me earlier?"

Two-Bit smiled widely, hoisting the guitar onto his shoulder. Hope he's got a good supply...I'm gonna need it to get through this shit.

 

[FinalDream]

[Elizabeth]

Elizabeth?s heart raced, the doors barricade had been a lot heavier than she had expected and the furthest she could push it open didn?t seem like much at all on reflection. Resting her hands on her hips Elizabeth took a brief pause to catch her breath and observed the gloomy gap.

I can make that?with a little squeeze.

Crouching Elizabeth rested the M4 Carbine against the wall and removed her satchel bag from the shoulder. If she had any hope of making it though then it would only be without all this excess baggage Elizabeth was currently carrying, and that meant leaving behind most of her weapons. Nerves fluttered like butterflies in her stomach at the thought of been trapped in such a small room so defenceless. Sure, It didn?t sound like there was anything waiting on the other side of the door for it?s next meal but that was never a solid guarantee. Standing back up Elizabeth stripped the leg holster of her USP Match Pistol and tossed it to the ground keeping the gun firmly gripped in her right hand. An amusing thought crossed her mind, this was the first time she had been grateful for the thin body starvation and huger had provided.

Pressing against the door Elizabeth took a deep breath and slid to the side raising her pistol as she arrived in the room.

 

[TheIronRuler]

[Moses]

he is interested... good Moses leaned towards Two-bit, "fifty minutes. Shed." Moses whispered, he then pulled back and addressed Two-bit again, "Keep working hard, you're making yourself very useful" Moses said with his normal tone. another follower.Unfortunately he is not submissive. Yet. "Stephen King. Have you every read any of his books?" Moses reached to his inner pocket of his Jacket. He pulled out a small paper back book. He tossed the book towards Joseph, saying "catch". Joseph caught the book. "The Mist. Read it, and you will know what to avoid and how to counter it. When enough symptoms show themselves, I will not hesitate to end it. You should have the same opinion. If you don't, sit down with it for a couple of hours." Moses smiled at Joseph a crooked smile. He knew it was a fake smile. So did Joseph.
But he couldn't care less.
Another follower.

[Smiley]

the boy is scared "Fine." Smiley said to Mike. He pointed at a spot next to the door where Mike would open the door from. "You go in as fast as you can " Smiley looked at Mike. His hands are shaking. I'm alone now

[Mike]

thank you god. thank you jesus. thank you so much. Mike nodded in agreement and positioned himself next to the door. The barking grew stronger It somehow felt their presence. What was IT ? They were about to find out. Smiley signaled Mike with his three fingers.
Three...Two...One...Go Mike opened the door with one fluid movement and Smiley jumped in.

[Smiley]

Remember. Corner, Dorrways and windows. Don't flinch. Smiley entered the room. It was poorly illuminated, a dirty beam of light passed through the window and revealed an operating table and surgery tools. (in Hebrew) "Found it" Smiley quickly said to Mike, it took him a few moments to remember where he was. Smiley took a deep breath and sighed. But before he could lower his pistol more barking were heard. Smiley noticed a back room. He carefuly walked towards it and kicked the door open. In the small storage room there was a malnourished, feeble shadow of a dog caught in a cage. "The dog doesn't look dead. Come here Mike" Smiley cried out to Mike who was cowering behind the door.

 

[FinalDream]

[Elizabeth]

She stood firmly rooted to the ground legs spread wipe enough apart to take the recoil, both sweaty hands gripped the pistol tightly enough for her knuckles to turn white and her trigger finger had already squeezed half the distance needed to fire a single, deadly shot. Her face was pale in the low light, wide eyed and holding a stern look, gritted teeth showed determination to face down anything the room could throw at her. Elizabeth was the perfect picture of alertness. But the adrenaline pumping through her veins was wasted, the supply room was devoid of the dead.

Elizabeth?s eyes scanned the area and she lowered the barrel of her gun at the absent signs of threat. The supply room was small, shelves and fridges covered the four walls surrounding the large table that stood in the centre of the room. With the electrical lights out the single shaft of dim light that beamed down from the dirt covered skylight was the only illumination, the dust danced, spiralling in and out of the light like dancers on a stage. Even in the low light Elizabeth could see the room and been raided. It was a mess. Her heart sighed with disappointment.

Elizabeth took a single stride to the centre table feeling glass crunch under foot and placed the gun on the side. Yellowed newspapers covered a portion of the far table and the large amounts of congealed blood showed that someone had tried to operate here. Animal or human Elizabeth could not tell. The rest of the table was covered with bottles containing a variety of medicine and picking up the nearest one she could still see the clear liquid sloshing around inside. It seemed that who ever had been here had been looking for something in particular and discarded anything that didn?t meet their requirements. Things where looking up.

Turning her head to the side Elizabeth looked at the makeshift barricade holding the door partially shut. Her eyes widened at the sight. The medical fridge had been raided in a hurry, dropped shelves and smashed vials lay across the floor and blood had began to pool dripping through a gap in the bottom of the door. Lifeless eyes watched her through the glass. The dead dog?s had been stuffed inside with a number of other animal carcasses all showing clear signs of infection. Hairless, their skin and flesh exposed, the bodies showed a variety of open wounds. Elizabeth turned back to the table. Someone had been experimenting here.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

While the rest of the group was outside Ethan stood at watch behind the burnt-out Humvee. The Fire seemed to have only touched the left side of the vehicle melting the driver's side. Ethan gave a quick glance of what was inside the Humvee while he awaited the rest. He peeked his head in through the right window. There didn't seem to be any human remains because the fire was extensive both melting the seat and folding in the door on it. He reached his arm inside and released the lever for the glove compartment. To Ethan's amazement there was a lone magazine for a firearm inside untouched but surrounded by loose paper. He looked into the magazine but sadly it was a 9mm caliber that it accommodated. Still he kept the full magazine in a spare magazine pouch and continued to scavenge around.

CRACK

Ethan bolted up and hit his head against the metal roof. Ethan fell back clutching his head. He drew his hand back that cradled his head and saw a smudge of blood on his hand. Ethan cursed under his breath and got against his back against the Humvee. The familiar sound of gunfire drove Ethan to look frantically about searching for the shooter. He leaned his head out scanning the street but he didn't see the glint of a sniper's scope or the muzzle flash even after he held his head out for more than a few seconds. There wasn't even the movement of anything nearby. The scene just stood silent like a painting.

"Hey Grim, did you hear that?!"

 

[TheIronRuler]

Spoiler: OOC

You shouldn't move the plot independently. You push it into various directions that are just redundant. For example, the dead baby room. Another example, more recent is the dead animal experimentation room. We're not going to explore it because it;s not a part of the plot. If you DID want to make it a part, then you would have asked me to include it. I would have thought of something - A dark history for the mansion or a doctor that tried to find a cure for the disease, leaving behind his notes and a corpse that shot itself in the head.
...
If you want to do something, move the story in one direction or the other - sent it through me first. Otherwise I will probably ignore most of what you wrote (dead baby bathroom) and not give it any significance like it doesn't exist.
Please, from now on - any plot development, no matter how minor should go through me unless it;s character development (monologues, etc.)
I should have written it as a rule.
In a nutshell - I shouldn't be surprised, I should be the dungeon master. I will accept most suggestions (unless it involves sabotaging an oil rig or anything crazy like that).

 

[FinalDream]

Spoiler: ooc

Not to sound ungrateful or anything for your careful plotting, but I think your taking throw away parts a little too seriously!

The whole dead animal thing was nothing more than a setting to give the room a little life compared to a standard supply closet. There was never any intention of exploring it because it's simply a throw away idea to liven the post up a little. I hadn't even thought of the why or how because it simply doesn't matter, once Elizabeth leaves the room it'll never get touched on again.

Fair enough, the whole dead baby bathroom might have impacted the mental state and well being of the mansion people, slightly affecting the story but if we can't use throw away ideas then your stifling our creation a little.

I'm not trying to tell you your role as GM or anything, because you are doing a great job. Just to remember that not everything we post is designed to impact the story in any way at all. Sometimes we just add a little flavour to the situation.