Zombie High! Survival RP (Started)

[Pm0n3y]

((This may have been the most I've ever typed in a RP. And tsa: I had to change my pants after I shit myself proper. Once I saw that masterpiece, I almost went ballistic!! Consider it Fukken Saved!!))

JD nodded before raising his arms, stretching them out, cracking his knuckles. It felt good to be in full control of his body again. His hands balled into fists. He could've easily lunged towards Jack with one of many sharp objects located in the surgery room, but he had something to prove.

He walked in between the two Operating tables and examined the two former undead. While the Common looked pretty average (rotting and/or peeled skin, repulsive smell, etc.) The Leaper still showed some resemblance to a human. It's skin color was beyond pale, some darkened veins were around it's eyes and lips, but otherwise, most of it's facial features were still intact. James figured that The leaper would be the control to this experiment since it probably wasn't completely dead in the first place. He sterilized himself, and got to work.

He approached the Leaper, a electrical bone saw in his hand. He quickly made the first incision into the Skull of the Special, making no room for mistake. Firmly he made his way around the Leaper's head, wiping off the blood spraying out of it's head. As he made his way around the cranium, one end finally met the other. JD carefully lifted the parted skull away from the Leaper. A swab was applied to remove access blood. Then, as carefully as he could, he began to pry the brain out of the skull. This proved to be challenge since the Leaper's brain was strangely snug in the skull. As JD finally got the brain out, he found out why.

The Leaper's Parietal Lobe (The section of the brain where movement, orientation, recognition, perception of stimuli is located) was enlarged to an inhuman proportion. The frontal lobe was also still intact. Smaller than it should be, but it was there. He walked up to Jack, And showed him the Brain.

"Do you see this, Mr. Fletcher? This must be how the Leaper's abilities work. With the Parietal Lobe enlarged this way, I'm guessing it sent down messages (at double the speed, might I add) into the nerves of the legs and the arms, maybe to help enhance the muscles. This must be how a Leaper gets it's speed and agility." JD said, now showing Jack the Frontal lobe.

"Now I'm guessing since there was so much urgency to increase the Parietal Lobe, the virus had to make a sacrifice to the body, so the Frontal and Temporal Lobes are smaller than they would regularly be. Now, don't get me wrong, they're still there, but there's not much to show for. The Leaper was practically built to be a soldier; to follow orders and not much else. It probably couldn't really survive on it's own without being led. Now, If the Leaper's brain is like this, then I'm sure that the Common's brain would be even less significant." JD concluded, putting the Leaper's brain in a surgical pan.

 

[blaze96]

"The frontal cortex may be small, but it isn't non-existent. They may have all the social capacity of a lobotomy patient, but they will still be able to think. The virus also obviously has the ability to override the genetic program turning off repair and formation of new neurons if it has changed the brain so much as to turn the parietal lobe into the largest lobe of the brain. It seems analogous to the adolescent mind, still forming and basing what neurons are formed based on what is necessary for survival. If this hypothesis is correct, as the leaper at least uses the cognitive thought I give it, the frontal lobe should regrow to some extent, perhaps to the point where they even out to an extent. This is just a theory mind you, but at least the leapers show amazing promise. It would probably have to be a permanent activation of the power on my part though, or the virus will simply revert it back." Jack concluded himself as he moved over to the shambler.

 

[Pm0n3y]

JD followed Jack up to the Common. The previous experiment was pretty intensifying for JD and it took alot out of him, so he decided that Jack should have the honor of cutting this one open.

"Well, I did the first one, could you do this one?" JD asked, handing Jack the bone saw.

 

[blaze96]

"Only if I must."

Jack said as he did the same procedure as JD had before him.

 

[Pm0n3y]

JD peered over Jack's shoulder as he opened up the Common's skull (which should've been easier to do since the Common was deceased for a longer period of time. The skull should've softened a bit). As he finished his deed, he stepped aside for JD to extract the brain. As JD withdrew the skull top from the zombie, his jaw almost dropped at the sight of the Common's brain. The size and weight of it was drastically (and almost comically) smaller than the control's! JD was shocked.

"Um...Okay. I totally wasn't expecting this." He said, trying not to laugh.

"Well...It's small. That's not good. But everything is where it's suppose to be. Even the Frontal Lobe. It's still there. But this brain is too small to properly control an adult body. It'll probably be enough to control maybe a 5, 6, or 7 year old, but not an adult. At least not in this condition. My guess would be that, as the virus took control of the body, it must've absorbed copious amount of brain cells to do so, And as it did it, the Brain itself shrunk to this size. That must explain why Commons have been reduced to drooling, shambling, neanderthal-like, cannibals, that can barely understand English. I mean, with some work, your "Rational Thinking zombies" could definitely happen, but it would take years of research, or maybe even a preposterous amount of psychic ability from you, Mr. Fletcher. But you would be almost (if not definitely) immobile from the act. So, what are you gonna do?" He asked, putting the Common's brain in the pan next to the Leaper's, showing a drastic size comparison.

 

[blaze96]

"The loss of one for the good of six billion? It is a sacrifice I am more than willing to make. I can still do what I need to even if I am left immobile. I guess my plan of fading into the background and only gently guiding the zombies is the one that will come to fruition. So long as that happens, my life is entirely inconsequential. I would appreciate that if you will not help me, you might at least stay out of my way. I would appreciate it though if you would stop spreading lies to the humans. You tell them I will force them to be zombies, and that is simply untrue. If they promise to stay out of my way, I have no problem letting them remain human for the rest of their days. Now what shall you do, kill me and condemn the world, or do nothing and condemn only two?" Jack asked as he started to clean up the morgue that was their makeshift operating room.

 

[Pm0n3y]

JD was now between a rock and a hard place.

"I...I don't know..." He said.

"I need to discuss this with the rest of my peers. Can I be escorted back to the station?" JD asked quietly.

Spoiler: And one More thing...

[HEADING=1]WE ARE NOW THE FIRST RP THREAD TO MAKE IT TO PAGE 100!!! GIVE YOURSELVES A ROUND OF APPLAUSE!!! I COULDN'T HAD DONE IT WITHOUT YOU GUYS.[/HEADING]

 

[blaze96]

((WOOT!!! I was hoping we would make it this far.))

"Of course. I will leave your arms mobile, but I will being increasing the guard on your cell should anything happen. Let me know when you have reached a decision, but know you do not have forever."

Jack had the scorcher and all the leapers in the room move to escort JD back. He had already increased guard at the jail, but he would increase guard for transport as well. He began to remove the bodies for a quick funeral pyre and called the horde that wasn't guiding JD back to his cell to line the streets. Now that he knew they could be sentient at the loss of his physical self, he had a whole new realm of respect for them. He would treat them as he had Alan's father, they wouldn't be left to rot in the streets.

The pyre was built quickly with the help of a few zombies and the bodies laid on top. He had said a few words before lighting the pyre alight and walked back to the station himself. The horde moving back to vigilantly watch the perimeter.

 

[Pm0n3y]

As JD rushed back to the station, several thoughts were swimming in his head. What will they do? As he got to the cell, info almost came bursting out JD's mouth.

"Okay, you guys, I got some big, crazy news. We did the autopsy, and Y'know what? The Commons could actually think! Well, their brains are pretty small, but it could be done! But Jack is willing to give up his life to complete this goal! What do we do?!" JD said frantically, while quickly pacing the cell.

 

[tsatoma]

((Hell yes! Celebration time~! And to celebrate, I have to clean the house now that the kitchen is done. >_< Won't be on much today due to that. ))

"Kill ourselves?"
"Nuke 'em!"
"Try to find a rational response to this new development," Jacobs said, getting odd looks, "What? It's the only correct thing!"

 

[Pm0n3y]

((Ha. I just finished cleaning my house.))

JD stopped pacing when Jacobs said his idea. He was right.

"Wow Jake, for once, you have a good idea!" JD said, now taking a seat.

"Think about it you guys, Once Mr. Fletcher gets into his machine, He won't be a threat anymore! And it'll still take awhile before the zombies would be able to think properly, so I think we should close them off from the remaining survivors! That way Jack could control his zombies, and we could live peacefully while searching the world for other survivors! How does that sound?" JD said to his comrades.

 

[tsatoma]

"Zombies don't deserve to live," Albert and Dewey said unhappily, not wanting to admit that JD's plan was probably the best.
"That...can work. Perhaps. I dunno, I just don't really want to die," Jacobs told JD.

 

[blaze96]

Jack had finished burning the bodies and decided he would deliver the news of his deal himself just in case JD hadn't told them yet. He had been just outside the room when Albert and Dewey said zombies didn't deserve to live. Rage filled Jack as he heard the comment from just outside, he immediately walked in.

"Is that so? Who made it so you could decide what deserves to exist or not? What makes you humans so high and mighty over us worthless infected, hm? Tell me what you humans have done but kill and hurt one another in ways that shouldn't be conscionable, but you somehow justify. You have wiped out entire races of your own people, and for what? Ideology, philosophy, religion, country, profit, or some other driving force that even you don't know. Human history is just one long story of mistakes that none of you even learned from. Instead, you continually found new ways to murder one another until you reached the point where if you couldn't live, you would take everything with you. So tell me, what makes you humans so very special? What makes you so grand that you have decided you have the right to play god?

You created us, and now that which was to be your weapon has grown out of control, you simply decided you have the right to destroy us? We were to be your pets, dogs at your beck and call, but we disagreed, so we should die? We should lay down and accept whatever fate you decide we should have? We should have simply been loyal slaves, thankful to our human masters for the grace of our existence? What of the people you in your arrogance turned, do they deserve to die. Mother, fathers, daughters, and sons turned because you decided to break laws you had set up to prevent such a disaster.

Let me give you a history lesson, human. Your country, in 1972, signed a UN pact to never research, develop, or produce biological or chemical weapons again. The US military apparently did so anyway, using a biotechnology firm to find a disease that would turn humans into us. The team that found and headed it was lead by one Julia Bixler, under a general by the name of Kaufman, who was a Bixler by marriage. They worked on weaponizing the disease first, before developing a way of stopping it. The disease got out, and here we are. You decided to break your own laws, and rather than accept your punishment for your arrogance, you decided that your weapon needed to be stopped. You humans never gave a thought to the people you planned to use this weapon on. The plague you would bring upon them, and the lives you would destroy. You only cared about your weapon. Let me say this, it works. Your weapon works, aren't you so proud of yourselves? Aren't you glad your little fucking weapon works!? Was it worth it!? Were all the lives you sacrificed worth your one little fucking weapon!?"

Jack screamed in anger before calming himself down and sitting in a nearby chair. His eyes were blank and dull as he simply stared at them waiting for an answer.

 

[tsatoma]

"Boy you're obviously off the deep end if you think that zombies are anything more than worthless. Must be since your one of 'em now, starting to look down on us now. We humans kill, but that's just nature. Natural selection, and don't even say that you zombies are the next step since you guys can't do anything but shamble around and eat us! And yeah, we do kill each other for stupid reasons, but at least we've created a purpose for us to live. Be it someone spreading their beliefs or someone working hard to create the business they always wanted! Purpose is something that you zombies will never have.

Look here son, you guys are dogs. Ones that should be put down. We did create you, and sometimes our creations have to be taken out behind the shed. You zombies didn't disagree, you lack that ability to think about higher things. No, you zombies just started following each other out of an open gate. You guys were meant ta' be weapons I guess. Sadly some other people wanted to use you before we could, yeah that's right. I said 'use', all good you're for.

And boy, the governments have always been fucked. I didn't know people still believed that their governments are these perfect little protectors of justice! Everyone is doing something behind their backs, those treaties are only to keep the common folk from living in fear. Now, I personally wasn't a part of the development of the virus, but I'm pretty sure you have to make something before you're able to come up with a way to destroy it.

I don't know what the basic plan was for how'd this be used, and I can only assume how it would be stopped when put in use. But I'm kinda glad that we were making something to keep us safe from some of the other people out there. Yeah, it kinda got fucked up but it wasn't our fault. Pretty sure everything was fine and dandy, just one of 'em bad guys decided to do some sabotage," Albert said, having paced around his cell a number of times before leaning against the wall.

((Argh, I don't know why I even bothered typing that. Couldn't even concentrate on it without being interrupted.
Stupid construction. Seemingly it is still being done on the house. D: ))

 

[blaze96]

Jack sat silently for a moment.

"We are worthless, are we? Why are we worthless? We will have thought back in only a short while, so that isn't a valid argument in any sense. Once thought comes back, the zombies will work to advance further, that is the purpose I will give them. Your natural selection argument is also a logical fallacy, as we are the more worthy species apparently. If we weren't, you would have killed us all in minutes, but instead we spread like wildfire among your populace. We are the species more fit for survival apparently, because we thrive while you are quickly going extinct. So if you want to let natural selection run its course, then stick your arm through the bars and let the apex predator eat its trapped prey. I offer you a way out, and in your arrogance you try to believe you can still kill us all and life suddenly returns to normal? Well here's some news for you, it won't. Those thousands are spread through out the world, and you have no way of contacting them, you have no way of even finding them. You won't be able to sustain your population and you will die in maybe two generations with the way you are being slaughtered now. Apparently if we are dogs, we have our masters by the jugular, and have become dominant.

We are the perfect weapon, and in a sick way we are protecting you. Humans are the greatest danger to themselves, and the world they live in. You don't create, only destroy. Once I give all six billion zombies back their thought, they will have purpose. That purpose will be to advance, scientifically, socially, technologically, and biologically. We will pick up where you left off, except we won't have any need for war. You seem to think that humanity is so grand, when it decided to create it's own downfall to keep itself 'safe'. By the way, you could have had a simple counter to your weapon, human. All Bixlers that carry the virus carried the very thing that halted it right alongside. Every infected Bixler was a carrier, and if you bothered to find out what in your blood halts the virus before you made it your weapon, none of this would have occurred. Then again, that would have meant sacrificing your family's glory that you all seemed to think was so important. You spelled your own doom, no one else. The fault lies with you and your species Bixler, not a single person more." Jack replied solemnly.

 

[tsatoma]

((Holy crap lyrics are a lot more time consuming to write then I thought. I just spent an hour working on one song. Damn me and my love for villain songs! ))

"How further? You guys are dead! The dead cannot do anything close to what we can. And besides, what would be the point? They can't enjoy anything they create, they'll lack that feeling! They'll lack the ability to feel a purpose, though I guess you'd probably enjoy that. Being able to control those billions of zombies for your own purposes. You'd probably enjoy that power won't you? I'm now starting to think it's not for the betterment of the zombies, but more just for yourself.

Heh, sometimes diseases can live for awhile before we can figure out how to get rid of the setback. I'm pretty sure, no positive that my nephew is fixing what should have been fixed awhile ago," Albert said with a grin, thinking about group that got away.

 

[blaze96]

"No, not for myself. It doesn't take much to learn, all it takes is one giving me the information and then it is disseminated. Emotions aren't necessary for life, they were a survival mechanism. Fear, joy, sadness, all a way to survive in one form or another. There is a physical limit to what each zombie can do now, but in time we will continue your research, and the more nimble among us will build. In time, we can reach the point where a flesh and blood body is useless. I will long for the day when I am no longer needed by the horde, but until then, I will lead them into the future. I care not for my own power, but I would see six billion live and thousands 'die', then let you have your way and end all sentient life on this planet. Whether you know it or not, that is what you will create. You are a fool if you believe for one second that humanity has a chance to come out the other end of this at all.

Even if you do what then, collect all of you and spread out to begin anew? If humanity lives all that will happen is another virus, another war, will occur. To break the cycle humanity needs to be removed from the equation, or otherwise nullified. I plan to break the cycle of destruction and chaos that you have created for yourselves. I will not allow you to destroy all sentient life on this planet." Jack said with a completely neutral face.

 

[tsatoma]

"Hah, well then call me a fool cause I truly believe we can make it out of this," Albert said, turning over to Jacobs, "I think all that hope talk from you has worked!"
"Heh, thanks," he replied.

 

[blaze96]

"I might have liked you were I still a human myself. You are intelligent, I can see that, and I wish you could see and experience all that I have in my time as leader of the zombies. The specials are just as intelligent as humans, and they all worked together when need be. You think we are less worthy simply because of what you see now, but you know nothing of the absolute potential they carry. You apply your pop culture knowledge to the real world, and you simply cannot. We are different entities, and we only wish to exist. Every special infected that can think fights because it knows it must, or it will be killed. We special infected are no different than humans, other than our hearts have stopped. I wish to bring that back to the world, so that something might survive of all this. If not, all will be forgotten and lost." He spoke before standing from his chair.

 

[tsatoma]

"I think there is a big difference between us and you. Perhaps you'll realize this once your plan fails, perhaps not. We'll agree to disagree, how 'bout that?" Albert replied with a smile before taking a seat on the floor.

((Gonna be gone for a bit. Might be back on later. ))