Zombie Apocalypse RPG 2.0 (New characters always welcome)
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I'm down for however you guys want to do this. If I'm not able to post due to time restrictions, I give Higurashi and Sosa full control of my character. Please no bloody deaths, unless absolutely necessary to save another companion or something dramatic and heroic like that. ;D
<spoiler=question> Does the fog kill? I tried reading back but couldn't find it
Christian took a long slow breath from his cigarette, he found that the smoking helped to calm his nerves. An action so normal inside of all this chaos was so serene and peaceful. The wisps of smoke slowly wound there way up to the roof of the small room he was hunkered down in, but there diminishing figure was hard to make out in the claustrophobic darkness. He had to keep it dark now. His small portable lantern that he had ransacked from a hardware store was almost out of battery and he needed to conserve.. in-case of emergency.. How exactly do you class something as an emergency in the middle of a Zombie apocalypse ? The self thought question made Christian giggle, a sound like sanding wall paper.
He took another long drag on the cigarette. It sounded like hell was getting raised outside, quite literally. For some reason this made Christian smile. He turned and looked out the narrow slip that composed his window, he was in a grey cement building, modern day architecture at its best. Small shallow windows, narrow enclosed corridors, and 3 room apartments. Bed room, bathroom, everything else room.. He was lucky enough to have an everything else room with a view ; a fact that he exploited shamelessly. Now he peered out through the fog into the world beyond his little fortress, the view was the same.. like his smoke.. but less refreshing.
Christian did a quite itemization of what he had left, a few liters of water, although he had catchments set up on the roof he had lost access to them a few days ago when the building had been over run. And a handful of provisions; a tube of condensed milk, some canned beans (but he couldn?t eat them heated as he had no stove.) And a few packets of chips and cans of soft drink. Christian had never been a sweet tooth, and being forced to eat like that made him even more resentful towards the crap. He also had a long length of rope, 10? to be precise. Rope was always useful, light weight and versatile. More then one mission had taught him that. Presently the rope was curled up in roll near his back pack, but nothing was inside the pack. He wasn?t ready to go just yet.
Finally his weaponry, an SR-98 Arctic warfare sniper rifle, but that was next to useless as he had only three shots left for it, the rest of its spent casings still lay on the ground around him. Out of habit he cocked and un-cocked the bolt action lever. It still felt as satisfying as the first time he did it. A Heckler and Koch MP5 submachine gun, this had been a lucky find, looted of the body of a S.W.A.T team member he had passed in the streets in the opening days of the apocalypse. Unfortunately luck didn?t give him extra rounds, and an unloaded gun was just dead weight. Maybe he could throw it at some one.. Really hard. And finally a magnum, the word ?concubine? was scrawled up the barrel of the magnum. It had one shot left, and that was one shot he would never fire. So he hoped. Then if worse came to worse he had his old trusty crowbar. 2? long reinforced steel all the way through. The metal was still covered in dried blood and gore from the last skill he had lodged it in.
Christian let out another puff of smoke. So this was it. He was going to have to do something. Again there was a shuffling and groaning from outside.. but the noise seemed to be moving away from the corridor, down towards the stairs.. towards the street ?Where they all leaving?? Christian thought to himself, he went to speak the thought out loud but an intuition to avoid drawing attention to himself stopped him. It may have saved his life, it may not have. He would never know. ?I guess I wait and see.? Thoughtfully Christian continued to puff on his cigarette. It was his third last one, he wanted to savor every second of it. No, he wasn?t ready to go yet.
<spoiler=sorry> Sorry it took me so long to get this written up. And also sorry its so long... but i just got into the flow :3
Christian took a long slow breath from his cigarette, he found that the smoking helped to calm his nerves. An action so normal inside of all this chaos was so serene and peaceful. The wisps of smoke slowly wound there way up to the roof of the small room he was hunkered down in, but there diminishing figure was hard to make out in the claustrophobic darkness. He had to keep it dark now. His small portable lantern that he had ransacked from a hardware store was almost out of battery and he needed to conserve.. in-case of emergency.. How exactly do you class something as an emergency in the middle of a Zombie apocalypse ? The self thought question made Christian giggle, a sound like sanding wall paper.
He took another long drag on the cigarette. It sounded like hell was getting raised outside, quite literally. For some reason this made Christian smile. He turned and looked out the narrow slip that composed his window, he was in a grey cement building, modern day architecture at its best. Small shallow windows, narrow enclosed corridors, and 3 room apartments. Bed room, bathroom, everything else room.. He was lucky enough to have an everything else room with a view ; a fact that he exploited shamelessly. Now he peered out through the fog into the world beyond his little fortress, the view was the same.. like his smoke.. but less refreshing.
Christian did a quite itemization of what he had left, a few liters of water, although he had catchments set up on the roof he had lost access to them a few days ago when the building had been over run. And a handful of provisions; a tube of condensed milk, some canned beans (but he couldn?t eat them heated as he had no stove.) And a few packets of chips and cans of soft drink. Christian had never been a sweet tooth, and being forced to eat like that made him even more resentful towards the crap. He also had a long length of rope, 10? to be precise. Rope was always useful, light weight and versatile. More then one mission had taught him that. Presently the rope was curled up in roll near his back pack, but nothing was inside the pack. He wasn?t ready to go just yet.
Finally his weaponry, an SR-98 Arctic warfare sniper rifle, but that was next to useless as he had only three shots left for it, the rest of its spent casings still lay on the ground around him. Out of habit he cocked and un-cocked the bolt action lever. It still felt as satisfying as the first time he did it. A Heckler and Koch MP5 submachine gun, this had been a lucky find, looted of the body of a S.W.A.T team member he had passed in the streets in the opening days of the apocalypse. Unfortunately luck didn?t give him extra rounds, and an unloaded gun was just dead weight. Maybe he could throw it at some one.. Really hard. And finally a magnum, the word ?concubine? was scrawled up the barrel of the magnum. It had one shot left, and that was one shot he would never fire. So he hoped. Then if worse came to worse he had his old trusty crowbar. 2? long reinforced steel all the way through. The metal was still covered in dried blood and gore from the last skill he had lodged it in.
Christian let out another puff of smoke. So this was it. He was going to have to do something. Again there was a shuffling and groaning from outside.. but the noise seemed to be moving away from the corridor, down towards the stairs.. towards the street ?Where they all leaving?? Christian thought to himself, he went to speak the thought out loud but an intuition to avoid drawing attention to himself stopped him. It may have saved his life, it may not have. He would never know. ?I guess I wait and see.? Thoughtfully Christian continued to puff on his cigarette. It was his third last one, he wanted to savor every second of it. No, he wasn?t ready to go yet.
<spoiler=sorry> Sorry it took me so long to get this written up. And also sorry its so long... but i just got into the flow :3
Christian stood up and did a lap around the room, running his hand along the edge of the wall so as to be sure not to trip and fall, thus breaking anything of value in the room. He wouldn't mind falling on a packet of chips, but he couldn't afford to accidentally hit the lantern, he still needed the light. Speaking of light, he could sure go another cigarette. He found himself subconsciously going for the packet that he use to keep in the front left pocket of his duster, but they weren't there anymore, he moved them for this exact reason.
'I've gotta get this under control.' He thought to himself bitterly, it was pathetic to have this addiction, it was bad enough the withdrawal headaches from not getting coffee, but smokers withdrawal, that he wouldn't be able to handle.
'No. You're better then this Christian.' He thought to himself, subconsciously his mental tone had taken on the voice of his first drill instructor. Christian wonder if old Hermes was still alive. Probably not. That said, people got lucky all the time. He again reached for the smokes, his hand twitching. He would be no use to himself if this kept up, better yet anyone else.
Anyone else. Christian wondered if there where any other survivors. Probably not. Then again, people get lucky all the time. He didn't miss human company, he would even go as far to say as he enjoyed isolation. But he knew that to survive for ever he would probably need other people, even just as meat shields.
'I've gotta get this under control.' He thought to himself bitterly, it was pathetic to have this addiction, it was bad enough the withdrawal headaches from not getting coffee, but smokers withdrawal, that he wouldn't be able to handle.
'No. You're better then this Christian.' He thought to himself, subconsciously his mental tone had taken on the voice of his first drill instructor. Christian wonder if old Hermes was still alive. Probably not. That said, people got lucky all the time. He again reached for the smokes, his hand twitching. He would be no use to himself if this kept up, better yet anyone else.
Anyone else. Christian wondered if there where any other survivors. Probably not. Then again, people get lucky all the time. He didn't miss human company, he would even go as far to say as he enjoyed isolation. But he knew that to survive for ever he would probably need other people, even just as meat shields.
<spoiler=OOC>Oh dear, I missed a lot.
Veronica catches the pistol, waking up from the shock of it. Having seen enough movies to know it's important, she quickly makes sure the safety's off in case anything bad happens, which it tended to. The blur around her begins to make sense now, an inch at a time.
Feeling Rayne's hand on her arm, she gives a squeeze back. "I'm okay now, thank you." An appreciate smile flashes across her features, then turns to a look of great focus.
She had never used a gun before and is surprised by how heavy it feels. Heavy but... light. Balanced. She moves it around, aiming at dark shadows and creatures that seem to pose a threat. She is usually too late to help or she is just mistaken, but it's a chance to get to know the weapon before she has to use it.
Nikki makes sure to stick close to Rayne since she obviously knows what she's was doing, at the same time making sure to keep an eye on the rest of the group. Her instinct tells her to run far, far away and find a good spot with a big door, but this time she has people who she can count on, and more importantly who will come to count on her. She grips the gun tightly, teeth clenched, preparing for anything those creatures might throw at them. "Come on, then," she says under her breath.
Veronica catches the pistol, waking up from the shock of it. Having seen enough movies to know it's important, she quickly makes sure the safety's off in case anything bad happens, which it tended to. The blur around her begins to make sense now, an inch at a time.
Feeling Rayne's hand on her arm, she gives a squeeze back. "I'm okay now, thank you." An appreciate smile flashes across her features, then turns to a look of great focus.
She had never used a gun before and is surprised by how heavy it feels. Heavy but... light. Balanced. She moves it around, aiming at dark shadows and creatures that seem to pose a threat. She is usually too late to help or she is just mistaken, but it's a chance to get to know the weapon before she has to use it.
Nikki makes sure to stick close to Rayne since she obviously knows what she's was doing, at the same time making sure to keep an eye on the rest of the group. Her instinct tells her to run far, far away and find a good spot with a big door, but this time she has people who she can count on, and more importantly who will come to count on her. She grips the gun tightly, teeth clenched, preparing for anything those creatures might throw at them. "Come on, then," she says under her breath.
Feeling a squeeze on her lower arm, Rayne looks back and sees Nikki seemingly posing again. Though maybe not. It seemed like she was serious this time. Rayne didn't know why she grabbed her so instinctively, but there was something about her that.. soothed her. Enabled her to maintain a higher level of equilibrium. Slightly lost in her thoughts for a brief second, Rayne snaps back her head to observe out the door.
Civilians... always taking their sweet lil' time.
The others would have to hurry. It was becoming too late to leave this place without having a horde of reanimated flesh, bone, nails and teeth following them to the mall, and that would be catastrophic as they would lose their only means of respite for now. Gritting her teeth, her fair features were becoming troubled as she peeked out every few seconds for a status report.
Civilians... always taking their sweet lil' time.
The others would have to hurry. It was becoming too late to leave this place without having a horde of reanimated flesh, bone, nails and teeth following them to the mall, and that would be catastrophic as they would lose their only means of respite for now. Gritting her teeth, her fair features were becoming troubled as she peeked out every few seconds for a status report.
Urg.... *Opens eyes sleeply* Need coffee.... *searches* NO COFFEE! AHHHHH!!! Well lets get a move on and check out the area. *takes out binoculars and opens window* Well I see: death, despair, blood, zombies and a partridge in a pear tree. Hmm? *spots a police building* Maybe I can reach there and search the area. But that building looks barricaded... maybe survivors?
NO
MORE
NEW
CHARACTERS. I say we kill them all until we get to the mall. We're not running an orphanage, and I'm starting to think the level of characters is getting ridiculous. There is almost no way an individual could have survived for TWO MONTHS in an infected Las Vegas.
/rant
MORE
NEW
CHARACTERS. I say we kill them all until we get to the mall. We're not running an orphanage, and I'm starting to think the level of characters is getting ridiculous. There is almost no way an individual could have survived for TWO MONTHS in an infected Las Vegas.
/rant
Nodding to Vinny, Terrence says "Watch each other's backs, but don't stop for anything. The slightest delay could mean death." Realizing the coldness of his statement, Terrence gulps. "S... sorry."