Outbreak ((Open RP))

Subject: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Mon Mar 31, 2008 3:28 am

Sirens, screams, and gunfire fill the dwindling light of the city of New Hope. Chaos reigns in the streets as cars and people alike swarm, causing accidents and mayhem. As desperations turns to madness, the civil service begins to collapse, incapable of holding off what can only be described as living nightmares.

Terrifying creatures, human, but at the same time not, tear through the streets in vast numbers, chasing the fleeing survivors. Blood and corpses line their path of destruction and their gutteral roars fill the twilight.

As the last of the light fades and darkness envelops the city, only the burning fires of destruction remain to illuminate the massacre that has overwhelmed everything.

This is the end.

This is...the Outbreak.
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Mon Mar 31, 2008 3:33 am

Mikhail Zehiev had more than given up on driving his way home. It was hopeless, with the fools of New Hope clammering to escape the evil in their wake. He made his way through backalleys, and it wasn't long before the sounds suffering and agony were only echoes in his mind.

He gripped his pistol tightly, as he'd already faced the terror that most fled. They died just like everything else, and he was good at killing.

I must reach mother, and Sasha. I will not fail, I must save them from this! he thought as he broke into a dead sprint.
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Mon Mar 31, 2008 4:57 am

Sam Johanssen was hidding inside a dumbster, trembling with fear.

-What is going on?..I can't move...I wanna go home...- he thought as he hoped nothing had noticed where he was.

- I got to get to mom and dad...see if they are fine...they must be.- he thought when it finally seemed to have 'calmed down' outside.

Slowly he looked up from the dumpster, finding nothing to see. Well nothing that could kill him yet.
Climbing out he slowly tried to move through the alley to get a better view of the streets, praying nothing would notice him.

-I am coming, mom dad....-
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James Neicly looked out from the top of Bouncy-String! Developer's building, seeing all the chaos that unfolded, and contemplating the chaos the just happened to him.
It was hard to think that James would indeed show his 'action' suit to his new developer buddies in the way he did.
It started with one person acting strange, and a small brawl between two people outside. James, who knows what type of fight it is just from the general 'bouncer' feel and the very sounds it makes, knew there was something wrong, and 'dirty' with this fight.
When James went downstairs to see what was wrong, Jenny, the cute secretary, lunged herself at James like a rabid dog, and James barely had time to blink before he reacted as a man his history would: he struck her cleanly on the chin. He immediatley crouched down to make sure she was okay, but didn't feel a pulse , and panicked, calling for someone to call 911.
That's when he heard the screaming. He looked up and saw three more people ravagely beating some kid outside the building, and four more savage looking people running his way.
For however long the time was, James couldn't remember, all he could remember was the laughter echoing over the screams and gurgles of savage things, beasts, that died and threw themselves at him, beasts that were once his co-workers.
James looked out at the chaos below, knowing that times ahead were harsh....
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James wipes away some tears, and smiles...
And he was going to enjoy every second of it, if not to make the best of such a harsh time.
"First though, I need to find some allies to share the moments with, or at least a safe place to sleep for the night."
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James Draegun wrote:

Look, lets get it straight, I'll probably mis-quote you, whoever you are, and no matter what you say, I'll find something pervy or just plain wrong with it. For that is the way of Rhindillisms

Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Mon Mar 31, 2008 11:45 am

Jeremy Saint had been in the process of writing a speeding ticket to a very distressed woman who wouldn't stop screaming about "the crazies" when he saw them man approach.
He immediatly knew something was wrong by the haggard appearance and limp he carried.
"Sir, are you alright?" He called out to the man. When the woman saw the man approach from her rearview mirror, she immediatly freaked and sped off.
"Godfucking damnit!" Jeremy lashed out in anger. Torn between rushing to his car and chasing after her and checking on the quickly approaching man.
"Sir, are you alright?" Jeremy called out again, walking towards him. Once again he failed to reply. Jeremy then noticed more people approaching behind the man. Some where running in his direction.
What the fuck is going on?
As the man got closer, Jeremy realized something was wrong. The man lunged at Jeremy catching him off guard. Jeremy had a hard time fending the man off, eventually shoving the man back and drawing his gun.
"You are under arrest for assaulting an armed officer. Do it again and I will use force!" Jeremy command. The man lunged at him again. Jeremy shot him in the leg, but the man continued to come at him.
He had emptied the almost the whole clip into the man but it wasn't until the shot through the head did the man finally drop dead.
Jesus christ this is like some shitty horror movie

Jeremy quickly got in his car and sped off towards the nearest warehouse in the opposite direction as the fast approaching crowd, trying to reach someone else over the band but to no avail.

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Mark was running from the arena. He had his bat in hand when one of the crazies jumped him as she stumbled from the building. He smacked her in the stomache with the bat, making blood spray out of her mouth and then pushed her away by the temple into a trashcan. "Never on a first date!"

Mark then continued running and was almost hit by a car since he wasn't paying attention. He looked over and saw Jeremy. "Oh thank all that's good there's some people that still seem with it."

A growl was heard behind him and he heard footsteps. The woman he hurt earlier was rushing at him and he turned around just in time to avoid being bit. His back went hard against the ground as he struggled with her. "Lady! I don't want to hurt you!" She lunged her face at his, barely missing being bit again.

He wrestled her down and tried getting up, but she tackled him again. He held her back with one hand as he wrestled in his bag and fished out a baseball. He smashed her in the temple with it and blood sprayed all over the ground. Bone shattered and brains were easily seen through the chips. She slumped down and he dropped the ball, his hands shaking. Even the two people who attacked him in the arena, he left alive. This was his first time killing anyone and he went dead white.

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James first plan was possibly heading out through the downstairs, but when he went down to the first floor door that he had locked, he saw that as a VERY bad idea, since there was quite the commotion outside it, and it didn't sound friendly.

"Oookaay. So what are my other choices?"

While James searched the building, he got a backpack and stuffed it with some snacks, sodas, and bottled water that was in a nearby vending machine. A vending machine that is now missing its plane of glass. Making sure the backpack wasn't too heavy, he easily lifted on to his back, behind the sword still strapped to his back.

After some searching through the entire building, James found his only exit was the upstairs, or rather, roof-jumping. Just as he was contemplating the decision, he heard a loud commotion downstairs, and heard that din of growls and echos get closer and closer to the roof...

His decision was made, James started running as fast he could to another rooftop, pumping his legs for all his worth, unslinging his sword and backpack from his back, into his left hand, and taking a leap of faith.

Halfway in the air, James looked to the right and saw a lone figure in black sneaking through an alley a ways off...

James then realized that he also misjudged his height, and his stomach slammed into the roof's wall, making James lose grip of his sword and backpack onto the roof.

James was at the last minute able to grab the edge of the roof. James looked at the ground below, and saw many of things waiting for him like a bunch of hungry baby birds, but with more blood curdling screams and gnashing teeth. With much effort, and the mental image of what would happen to him if he fell, hoisted himself up, and fell to the roof's ground.

When he was able to muster air into his lung's, forgetting any form of stealth, "GOD-DAMN THAT HURT!"

Coughing for a bit, James picked up his sword and backpack, and looked for the next roof, heading in the direction of the cloaked figure, guessing even a shady man as that is better than these 'things'....
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Spoiler:

James Draegun wrote:

Look, lets get it straight, I'll probably mis-quote you, whoever you are, and no matter what you say, I'll find something pervy or just plain wrong with it. For that is the way of Rhindillisms

Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 01, 2008 3:03 am

Mikhail cocked his shotgun and panted, heavily. The bullet riddled corpses of several men lay on the ground around him. He looked around the residential street, searching for any more of the monstrosities. As soon as he was sure it was safe, he made a break for the apartments at the end of the dead end street.

Sasha, mother, please, be alright. He internally pleaded.

He didn't know what he would do without them, he didn't know if he could live without them.

Upon reaching the building, he could hear the screams behind him. The horrible screeches from those creatures of nightmare. He opened the door and slammed it behind him, looking out the plexiglass at the creatures which swarmed after him.

He had to move quickly, he would have almost no time to escape if, and when, they got in.

He ran up the stairs, distraught from the numerous corpses which littered the halls, all of them pumped full of holes.

Third floor, room thirteen... He remembered, running through the hall.

The sound of a door being ripped off the hinges, screams, and footsteps echoed. He unlocked the door and went inside, shutting it behind him. He moved quickly to put the couch in front of the doorway.

As soon as he could focus on the present, he did, looking about the apartment.

It was untouched, undamaged. He had hope.

He searched through the rooms, finding them all empty, until he reached his mother's. He slowly opened the door to see a white sheet covering the bed, and something on it. A note rest on it.

He fell to his knees, unable to process the truth. Tears welled up in his eyes, and sorrow, unending, rushed over him. The beating on the door brought him back, however, and with rage on his face, he stood, readied his shotgun and shouted as the door came off the hinges and the first beast broke through.
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James was getting tired of his little parkour stint, but it was better than a stroll on the streets, where the 'things' seem to randomely run in small packs or singles like as if they know where the next human being is.

So far, many of the things haven't been on the rooftops, only small little groups of them here and there, and he could usually run from one rooftop to the next without stopping at one point, a good idea if the first rooftop wasn't vacant.

While taking a break on a safe rooftop (it had no access to the roof that the things could take, unless they've learn to climb), James sipped some water and wondered if he was even heading in the right direction of the cloaked man, and if even meeting this man was a good idea.

James then began to worry what would happen if he didn't find anyone else soon. Sure, James could do the loner bit for a while, but he was no independent self-sustaining being, he still required SOME human contact, as long as it was friendly though.

BOOM!
BOOM!

James ears perked, he had been to the gun range and even been shot at once from that weapon, it was a shotgun no doubt.

"Hmmmm, that must be my new friend's form of a mating call, heh"

While James wouldn't normally be able to pinpoint the location of the gunshot in anything but a simple direction with all these echoes in the abanded area, he could just watch the packs of things new movements and guess.

He saw around half a dozen of them enter an apartment not a few rootops away on the same side. James decided that was his destination.

James landed on the roof of the place, drew his sword, and cautiously opened the door of the roof.....

To be face to face with about half a dozen of the things staring blankly at him.

"Oh bugger."

James tried quickly to close the door, but they were too quick, and bolted out the door and lunging after James like wild beasts. James didn't falter, and did a perfect slash at the neck of the nearest abomination, severing its head clean off (sensei would be proud). Seeing that the things were too close to handle with the sword, he thrusted it into the neck of the next closest one (severing its neck with a nice 'crack!'), only to have one of the things tackle him to the ground. James was quicker though, and grabbed a hold of the things face, and rolled with the tackle, sending the beast up, over, and off the rooftop sreaming and snarling. James rolled to his feet, and deftly threw two throwing knives at the legs of the last two while drawing his curved serrated 6 inch dagger from his ankle holster. One knife only impacted, but cleanly into the foot, causing one to stumble. From there James diced one while executing the flailing other on the ground.

James retrieved his sword,two throwing knives, and his composure, being a little tired from the running and that scuffle, and actually gotten hit by one of those things (the tackling hit him in the stomach, why my stomach all the time?!?). Got up, drew his Desert Eagle, clicked off the safety, and headed downstairs cautously.

As James rounded the stairs to the third floor, he heard a door crack, and the roar of not one of those things, but a man that was almost bestial, like the roar of a lion as it calls the hunt. James saw a shotgun blast tear apart one thing and severly wound two behind it. James took aim down the short hallway to the dozen or so things left and took fire while silently joking on the inside: "If I miss this crowd of people in a short small hallway with all my rounds but one, I'm calling it a day and using the last one on myself"

Between the man's shotgun blasts, and his DEagle rounds, (though mostly the shotgun got more kills, James blames his lack of kills on the fact that the walls apparently looked like the enemy, and hit just as much of it as the things), all the remaining things nearby were dead or certainly dying.

Though James appreciated the man's vigor, he didn't exactly want to just pop in the room and say 'high' (and be possibly added to the dead pile), so he called out:

"Anyone in their that doesn't want to gnaw off my face and just want's to have a good time? You know, have a few rounds of beer (though I don't drink, ironically), slay a few abominations, play some poker, stuff like that?"

James waited for an answer....
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Spoiler:

James Draegun wrote:

Look, lets get it straight, I'll probably mis-quote you, whoever you are, and no matter what you say, I'll find something pervy or just plain wrong with it. For that is the way of Rhindillisms

Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 01, 2008 11:41 am

Sam walked slowly, trying his best to not be seen and be as quiet he could.
Either he did really good or was just lucky, because none of those nightmarish creatures could be seen. Well nothing could be seen except corpses lieing here and there.

He could never had belived he would see all of this when he woke up this day. And even less that he would take it so 'calmly' seeing dead bodies scattered over the ground.

Let no one see me.... he thought as he moved out from the small alley into the next.

Suddenly he heard gunshot, or atleast he belived it to be firing of a weapon of some sort. He was uncertain from where though.
As he heard the firing of weapon he both jumped in fear, just to be replaced with some joy that he might not be the only one running.

Maybe I can get them to help me get to mom and dad....

He was almost suprised himself, that he had finally achieved some sort of being calm compared to when they chased him.

Taking a deep breath he continued through the alley hopping nothing would notice him as it seemed as he was closing up to a street of some sort, making his blood rushing faster in him.
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 01, 2008 12:19 pm

The glass shattered, the alarm in the store going off. Daemon chuckled as he just grabbed a fist full of the necklacesm a grin on his lips. "A little looting during the end of the world never hurt." he said to himself. The store's owner had been here when he broke in the back door, attacked him to, all crazed and rabid. Daemon smashed his head in with Big Blue. A soft grin on his lips as he loaded as much as he could into his bag.

Quickly slipping into the back alley, the things, whatever they were, were too highly focused on the streets to go out the front. He had a feeling these things would start to spread out once no food was left in the streets, so the roof tops were best, a nice little choke point, easy to get away, and hard to follow if you make it. He chuckled to himself. The world he had grown in was crumbling around him, and what was he doing? Looting and drinking.

He felt something drip to his head. Water. He looked up, eyeing a fire escape. He just chuckled softly as an idea came to him. He just jumped, grabbing the lowest ring of the fire escape. It took him a minute to pull himself and what little of the fire escape that had been hanging down up. He locked it behind him, a grin on his lips.

He smirked and just ook a seat. He pulled two bottles of cheap vodka from his bag. He cracked open both and took a swig from both. "If I go down, I go down in style!" he said with a small grin. He pulled a small cloth from his bag. He ripped both and soaked them in some vodka before placing the torn cloth into each. Next, he began to smash his crow bar against the side of the fire escape. The loud pings echoing in the deserted area.

Perfect, they were all coming to take a look. "thats right, lil closer, fresh meat up here you rabid sons of bitches.." he grinned softly. He flicked his lighter, lighting both cloths ."And...KA-BLAMO!" he yelled, tossing both bottles down and watching them explode. He just laughed as he saw several of them burning screaming, lighting others ablaze as they ran. He smirked and slauted to them.

Best to climb, less they learn how to, he remided himself silently. His eyes were up, focused on the fire escape. He could hear gunshots from everywhere, screams from everywhere. Sure it disturbed the hell out of him, it really unsettled him, but to show that, to break down and give up, that would mean he would die. He was not going to give up and die. It was not his time yet and if it was he would fight that reaper with everything he had.

A gentle grin came to his face as he began to head put the fire escape. He stopped when he got to the third floor. He could hear gunshots from somewhere in the building. It then just occured o him. This entire building had things worth stealing, and stuff worth breaking into. And if not, at least something to hit. He grinned softly as he smashed a window on the third floor, hopping into the building, crow bar in hand.
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 01, 2008 1:46 pm

Jeremy had somehow managed to make it back into the city proper. He had been forced to abandon his squad car back in the Industrial District because of the clogged streets, but had lucky gone far enough to lose the horde chasing him. The police band had been eerily silent the whole drive, despite his frequent call outs, but he had not imagined destruction and chaos on this level.
Just my damn luck, I go from arresting druggies in abandoned warehouses to fighting off those crazies and wandering back into a warzone. I thought I left this shit behind in Iraq
He turned down an alley way off Bishops Court, dispatching the several zombies lurking in it with his shotgun. He noticed several had burned and charred flesh.
He became suddenly alert when he heard gunshots and an alarm ring inside the building. He ran up to a door connected to the alleyway, shooting out the handle and lock with his shotgun and kicking it open. The shots were coming from one of the floors above.
He ran through the building looking the stairwell, mercilessly gunning down everything in his path.
Gun shots means theres gotta be another person. Christ be damned if I don't find them in time.

He bolted up the stairs, kicking open the door to the third floor and running down one of the hallways. As he turned a corner, he slammed right into a teen, both of them stumbling back in surprise.
He quickly aimed his shotgun before realizing who it was.
"Christ, Daemon, what in the 9 stages of hell are you doing here?! I almost blew your fucking brains out kid."

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Mark shook off the shock and saw the cop car leave him in the dust. He stood up slowly and looked at the baseball. "I can't just let myself go insane."

Grabbing his equipment he heard the shot. He then ran towards that. He started smashing the crazies with his bat and finally made it to the first floor of the building. He started walking up when a small girl came at him. He smashed her in the head with the bat and checked her pulse: dead. Removing his hat he looked down at her and ran up some stairs.

He stopped short of the floor he could hear voices on. He called out loud for them. "Umm, I'm not insane, at least I don't think I am. I don't want your brains, muscle, or skin. Please don't shoot me!"

Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 01, 2008 2:47 pm

Daemon blinked. 'uh, lets see, smashing shit, looting shit, and burning shit, you?" he asked with a coy little grin. He chuckled softly as he took a swig of an open bottle of vodka. "end of the world, may as well just have a bit of fun and try and make some money." he said with a small smile on his lips. "Now if you excuse me officer I do have some more rooms to break into, can't make much a profit if I stand around chatting to you, can I?" he asked with a small grin as he tried to move away from and around the officer. He stooded hearing more gun shots from within the building. "I thought all those were you." he said looking to Jeremy.
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Subject: Re: Outbreak ((Open RP)) Tue Apr 01, 2008 2:51 pm

Jeremy grabs Daemon and moves him behind him.
"No, I came in here when I heard them and the alarm, which I assume you set off, you little punk."
Jeremy opened the door to the stairwell quickly, grabbing a surprised Mark and pulling him into the hallway, slamming the door shut.
"Both of you follow me and keep quiet. I'll deal with your thieving habits later Daemon."
Jeremy started to move cautiously towards the sound of the gunshots.