Zombie Apocalypse RP
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OOC: Well if Anarchemitis says so, I've gotta do something.
Conversations rose and fell as the survivors walked along the highway. The sun was beginning to set as they neared St. George, and the western horizon seemed to bleed orange light across their footsteps; contrasting the sagebrush and casting shadows, a silky black gown for a cactus. And all around them the canyons were being transformed into scarlet behemoths, hides of stone that twisted and meandered, providing a glowing red backdrop for the civilization before them. Everything seemed flat, except for a white church whose steeple looked to have been burnt away in the chaos of infection. As the group walked closer they started to see bodies. Then, in an instant, the smell hit them. Laura wrapped a scarf over her mouth and nose and continued walking.
"Nothing's moving" she whispered to herself. And then she saw. All the bodies had a hole in their foreheads. "Seems like someone came through here and cleansed the town. None of these people are getting up again as far as I can tell," she told the group. She peered at a nearby corpse whose eyes had been left open. "Oh my god," she breathed, "he wasn't even infected." She put her hand to her beating heart and backed away, unable to break eye contact.
She bumped into Al. "Careful" he said, steadying her.
"They're all... they've all been..." she stuttered, looking at him plaintively. She sighed and stood on her own. "It appears safe. We should pick out a place to rest."
Conversations rose and fell as the survivors walked along the highway. The sun was beginning to set as they neared St. George, and the western horizon seemed to bleed orange light across their footsteps; contrasting the sagebrush and casting shadows, a silky black gown for a cactus. And all around them the canyons were being transformed into scarlet behemoths, hides of stone that twisted and meandered, providing a glowing red backdrop for the civilization before them. Everything seemed flat, except for a white church whose steeple looked to have been burnt away in the chaos of infection. As the group walked closer they started to see bodies. Then, in an instant, the smell hit them. Laura wrapped a scarf over her mouth and nose and continued walking.
"Nothing's moving" she whispered to herself. And then she saw. All the bodies had a hole in their foreheads. "Seems like someone came through here and cleansed the town. None of these people are getting up again as far as I can tell," she told the group. She peered at a nearby corpse whose eyes had been left open. "Oh my god," she breathed, "he wasn't even infected." She put her hand to her beating heart and backed away, unable to break eye contact.
She bumped into Al. "Careful" he said, steadying her.
"They're all... they've all been..." she stuttered, looking at him plaintively. She sighed and stood on her own. "It appears safe. We should pick out a place to rest."
"Might've been some religious crazies," Al remarked solemnly as he dug out some nose plugs. "They might've thought that this was Armageddon or something... would've mistaken them for sinners or demons or the like." He looked at the church. "I'm a little hesitant to rest in the church, but it would protect us from the elements."
If I could just get a quick list of who everyone is voting for I'd appreciate it, trying to gauge it from the posts is a bit difficult. Don't bother explaining it right now, I can work that into the lynch. Y'all just got to pick one and toss 'em out.
Dead List: Killed in game or by lack of posts
Galt
Patrick Brown
Sigguard
Andy
Daniel Winters
Bradley Jones
Dane Brown
Gremlin
Tommy O?Reilly
Steve
Dead List: Killed in game or by lack of posts
Galt
Patrick Brown
Sigguard
Andy
Daniel Winters
Bradley Jones
Dane Brown
Gremlin
Tommy O?Reilly
Steve
OOC: Johnny, for reasons I've already gone into on this page. PS, Dane never was 'offically' killed off. Though his lack of posts probably does equal death.
Ok fine.
*Dane woke up in the mall several days later. He looked around and saw that the others had gone on without him. Curiously, he stood up out of his bed and walked towards the stairs. He caught his foot in some zombie piddle and slipped down the stairs. His leg shattered on the impact with the floor. Months later when the Hegemon rolled through Malton, they found a scene of horror. Apparently Dane died fighting off zombies with his own broken bones. I'd be lying if I said he died with dignity.*
*Dane woke up in the mall several days later. He looked around and saw that the others had gone on without him. Curiously, he stood up out of his bed and walked towards the stairs. He caught his foot in some zombie piddle and slipped down the stairs. His leg shattered on the impact with the floor. Months later when the Hegemon rolled through Malton, they found a scene of horror. Apparently Dane died fighting off zombies with his own broken bones. I'd be lying if I said he died with dignity.*
My sniper/ninja/shadow manages to dig his hole, only to find you guys long gone. So, he uses his ninja skills to track you guys down and employs the single leaf camoflauge to great effect. You cannot escape... MY IMAGINARY GUY.
It's more of a "Killing People To Further The Plot" event but eh, it's almost over.
While Pie lay beneath the cross, Laura and Al held back in the shadows.
?You really think it?s him?? Laura asked.
?It?s got to be. I just can?t think of any other explanation. He?s been distant ever since we left the Mall. I don?t trust him out here.? Al replied.
?There is always the possibility of Stompy or Killion, Al.?
?Don?t count on it. Stompy?s only 15 and while Killion doesn?t look to innocent, I can?t think of why a young man like him would try and pull this kind of shit. Whoever?s been doing this has had some issues.?
Al looked into his pocket for a smoke. He?d always been told of its hazards but lately his nerves were close to peeling out of his skin. He cupped his hands as he struck the lighter and tried to take in a few puffs.
?Hate these things.? he said, the cigarette hanging tightly between his teeth, ?Why the Hegemon can?t give his men some decent cigarettes for us to steal is beyond me. Tyrants are so inconsiderate.? Laura laughed quietly and motioned for one of the tubes herself. A quick light from Al sent a couple new clouds of smoke streaming through the air.
The two sat there in the narthex of the church, smoking and chatting. The conversation ambled along from the start of the accusations to other topics. Debates over indie rock bands form New York led into a heated discussion about the merits of keeping your hair short when confronted by ghouls. As Al was forming his rebuttal, a moaning was heard in the sanctuary. Laura got to her feet and quietly opened the door. The dim light of the room revealed a shambling figure moving about the aisle. Al stepped over the threshold an drew his knife. The moaning figure lurched to the side and into a vein of light. Laura strained her eyes but couldn?t make out the face. The figure appeared to be making various loops about the altar. Al saw the tattered clothing on the thing and recognized the distinct smell of the ghoul.
As they moved towards the enigmatic creature, Al and Laura still held the cigarettes between their lips. Lazy orange embers lolled about in the darkness as they proceeded down the aisle. When they drew close to the shape, it seemed to lay down by the altar. The light of the candles revealed a disturbing sight. The monster had appeared to have lost most of its hair. Strange colors were reflected in its sunken eyes. Closer inspection revealed the beast to have some sort of hazy fog about it. Laura caught Al?s arm moving toward the reclined man. His arm seemed to ripple with bizarre light as he gripped his knife. Laura released her grip as her hand went numb, she saw the room begin to shift and spin.
Al broke out into a sweat as he brought his knife down into the creature?s chest. The thing convulsed as he stabbed. Wet gasps and cries for help were heard as he continued to stab repeatedly. The blood seemed oddly warm for the dead as it flowed onto the floor. The grooves of the church floor channeled it into strange shapes and patterns. The creature?s arms flailed about wildly as it fought for life. Clammy fingers dug into Al?s cheeks while he continued to work his blade deeper into the creature. He tried to stop his hands but they wouldn?t respond. He figured the beast was dead and attempted to pull his hand away but it would not listen, instead cutting strange symbols in the skin of his chest.
Laura regained consciousness to see Rain and Stompy trying desperately to wrestle Al to the ground. Johnny lay on the ground, his life long since gone. Al freed one hand and struck out towards Stompy. He found purchase in the youth?s ribs and he yanked out the blade and dove for Rain. Laura got up and delivered a quick kick to Al?s spine, dropping him to the ground.
Rain rushed to Stompy as he lay bleeding on the floor. ?Stay calm, Stompy, I got you.? Rain assured him. He tried to stop the bleeding but the wound was too deep. Within seconds, Stompy?s raspy breathing stopped. The group turned to Al, still reeling from Laura?s kick.
His eye?s refocused and he looked about him. Johnny and Stompy lay dead on the floor. Shaz and Killion, awoken from their sleep, looked questioningly at the man. His hand was still gripped firmly around his knife as it rested on the ground. His thoughts raced back in time as he tried to comprehend the situation. Laura, the smokes, the zombie, now Johnny?
He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the small papery carton. The smiling face of the Hegemon, Nehemia Scudder, looked back at him from the packet. His grandfatherly face held a wry grin as he held a lit pipe. ?C-Christ in a sidecar!? he shouted. ?Laura! The bastards drugged me! He?s been giving out hallucinogenics to his men!? Laura looked at him passively. He was a dead man now, like Peter in Gethsemane, she had to deny him to survive.
?Rain, dear god Rain! You?ve got to believe me, I didn?t know what I was doing. It?s the smokes, the Hegemon?s drugged them. Don?t touch the things!? Al tried to bat his hand at the light glowing by Rain?s mouth but his arm was arrested by a jab from Killion. Rain tried to speak but his mind was too clouded to think. He simply covered Al?s shaking jaw with one hand and delivered a crushing blow to his windpipe with another.
Rain stood up without a sound. He calmly spoke to the group in a flat voice, ?Dump him. He?s finished.?
While Pie lay beneath the cross, Laura and Al held back in the shadows.
?You really think it?s him?? Laura asked.
?It?s got to be. I just can?t think of any other explanation. He?s been distant ever since we left the Mall. I don?t trust him out here.? Al replied.
?There is always the possibility of Stompy or Killion, Al.?
?Don?t count on it. Stompy?s only 15 and while Killion doesn?t look to innocent, I can?t think of why a young man like him would try and pull this kind of shit. Whoever?s been doing this has had some issues.?
Al looked into his pocket for a smoke. He?d always been told of its hazards but lately his nerves were close to peeling out of his skin. He cupped his hands as he struck the lighter and tried to take in a few puffs.
?Hate these things.? he said, the cigarette hanging tightly between his teeth, ?Why the Hegemon can?t give his men some decent cigarettes for us to steal is beyond me. Tyrants are so inconsiderate.? Laura laughed quietly and motioned for one of the tubes herself. A quick light from Al sent a couple new clouds of smoke streaming through the air.
The two sat there in the narthex of the church, smoking and chatting. The conversation ambled along from the start of the accusations to other topics. Debates over indie rock bands form New York led into a heated discussion about the merits of keeping your hair short when confronted by ghouls. As Al was forming his rebuttal, a moaning was heard in the sanctuary. Laura got to her feet and quietly opened the door. The dim light of the room revealed a shambling figure moving about the aisle. Al stepped over the threshold an drew his knife. The moaning figure lurched to the side and into a vein of light. Laura strained her eyes but couldn?t make out the face. The figure appeared to be making various loops about the altar. Al saw the tattered clothing on the thing and recognized the distinct smell of the ghoul.
As they moved towards the enigmatic creature, Al and Laura still held the cigarettes between their lips. Lazy orange embers lolled about in the darkness as they proceeded down the aisle. When they drew close to the shape, it seemed to lay down by the altar. The light of the candles revealed a disturbing sight. The monster had appeared to have lost most of its hair. Strange colors were reflected in its sunken eyes. Closer inspection revealed the beast to have some sort of hazy fog about it. Laura caught Al?s arm moving toward the reclined man. His arm seemed to ripple with bizarre light as he gripped his knife. Laura released her grip as her hand went numb, she saw the room begin to shift and spin.
Al broke out into a sweat as he brought his knife down into the creature?s chest. The thing convulsed as he stabbed. Wet gasps and cries for help were heard as he continued to stab repeatedly. The blood seemed oddly warm for the dead as it flowed onto the floor. The grooves of the church floor channeled it into strange shapes and patterns. The creature?s arms flailed about wildly as it fought for life. Clammy fingers dug into Al?s cheeks while he continued to work his blade deeper into the creature. He tried to stop his hands but they wouldn?t respond. He figured the beast was dead and attempted to pull his hand away but it would not listen, instead cutting strange symbols in the skin of his chest.
Laura regained consciousness to see Rain and Stompy trying desperately to wrestle Al to the ground. Johnny lay on the ground, his life long since gone. Al freed one hand and struck out towards Stompy. He found purchase in the youth?s ribs and he yanked out the blade and dove for Rain. Laura got up and delivered a quick kick to Al?s spine, dropping him to the ground.
Rain rushed to Stompy as he lay bleeding on the floor. ?Stay calm, Stompy, I got you.? Rain assured him. He tried to stop the bleeding but the wound was too deep. Within seconds, Stompy?s raspy breathing stopped. The group turned to Al, still reeling from Laura?s kick.
His eye?s refocused and he looked about him. Johnny and Stompy lay dead on the floor. Shaz and Killion, awoken from their sleep, looked questioningly at the man. His hand was still gripped firmly around his knife as it rested on the ground. His thoughts raced back in time as he tried to comprehend the situation. Laura, the smokes, the zombie, now Johnny?
He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the small papery carton. The smiling face of the Hegemon, Nehemia Scudder, looked back at him from the packet. His grandfatherly face held a wry grin as he held a lit pipe. ?C-Christ in a sidecar!? he shouted. ?Laura! The bastards drugged me! He?s been giving out hallucinogenics to his men!? Laura looked at him passively. He was a dead man now, like Peter in Gethsemane, she had to deny him to survive.
?Rain, dear god Rain! You?ve got to believe me, I didn?t know what I was doing. It?s the smokes, the Hegemon?s drugged them. Don?t touch the things!? Al tried to bat his hand at the light glowing by Rain?s mouth but his arm was arrested by a jab from Killion. Rain tried to speak but his mind was too clouded to think. He simply covered Al?s shaking jaw with one hand and delivered a crushing blow to his windpipe with another.
Rain stood up without a sound. He calmly spoke to the group in a flat voice, ?Dump him. He?s finished.?
OOC: Wow, three people in one go, and frequent posters too.
Laura knelt over Al's body. "What have you done, Rain?" she demanded. "You've murdered him. He's dead," she looked around the room "that thing..." she looked to the altar and her eyes lay upon Johnny's corpse, "it was Johnny? Oh my god..." She flexed her hands, feeling returning to her fingertips. Why would the Hegemon lace cigarettes with such a horrible thing? Perhaps they weren't as she imagined. She walked between the pews and sat down, bringing her knees up to her chest. She spoke quietly, but in the sudden quiet of the church all could hear her.
"Maybe it was Al all along. He really had me going, he seemed really decent. But we both smoked those cigarettes, and I didn't go all frenzied berserker, so maybe it brought forward what's normally hidden inside. He must've been playing me all along... He knew I didn't trust Johnny and convinced me of his guilt, but when I think about it there's no proof. I can't believe I was so foolish," she said, shaking her head and peering at her toes. She started to cry.
Laura knelt over Al's body. "What have you done, Rain?" she demanded. "You've murdered him. He's dead," she looked around the room "that thing..." she looked to the altar and her eyes lay upon Johnny's corpse, "it was Johnny? Oh my god..." She flexed her hands, feeling returning to her fingertips. Why would the Hegemon lace cigarettes with such a horrible thing? Perhaps they weren't as she imagined. She walked between the pews and sat down, bringing her knees up to her chest. She spoke quietly, but in the sudden quiet of the church all could hear her.
"Maybe it was Al all along. He really had me going, he seemed really decent. But we both smoked those cigarettes, and I didn't go all frenzied berserker, so maybe it brought forward what's normally hidden inside. He must've been playing me all along... He knew I didn't trust Johnny and convinced me of his guilt, but when I think about it there's no proof. I can't believe I was so foolish," she said, shaking her head and peering at her toes. She started to cry.
Would you guys mind if I had some last words? It's been fun.
Stompy lay on the floor, watching a figure attempting to stop his bleeding. He couldn't quite make out the words, or the figure,but he guessed, since the figures moves were so frantic pumping and trying to stop the bleeding,that it was Rain, saying the cliche "You'll make it".
Knowing the end was near, he muttered to himself "Not with a bang, but with a whimper..." and closed his eyes...
Stompy lay on the floor, watching a figure attempting to stop his bleeding. He couldn't quite make out the words, or the figure,but he guessed, since the figures moves were so frantic pumping and trying to stop the bleeding,that it was Rain, saying the cliche "You'll make it".
Knowing the end was near, he muttered to himself "Not with a bang, but with a whimper..." and closed his eyes...