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[Beks]

Here's an RP in which your character is a survivor of the initial outbreak of a world wide zombie apocalypse and are taking refuge with other survivors in blockaded warehouse on the pier. In this RP, we are relying on the definition of a zombie from The Zombie Survival Guide in that it is a virus transmitted through bodily fluids that makes you gradually sicker until you fall into a coma, and then eventually reanimates your corpse all in the matter of 24 hours. This means that people who are already dead cannot be turned into zombies, so no Thriller graveyard scenes. They are attracted to sound mostly, and will attack anything, but somehow, they can distinguish human sounds from others and prefers the first. Your characters don't necessarily know this, however. They should learn the rules as they go along

It is chilly in the warehouse and you all gather together around a makeshift fire for the night, keeping an ear out for the tell-tale sound of moaning. Now is a good time to introduce yourself to your fellow survivors and share your story.


"The name's Jake," the man said, crossing his muscular arms. "Jake Greevy. I'm a fitness instructor at the gym downtown. Or I guess I should say 'was' now that the world's gone to shit." He spit into the flaming barrel and grimaced. "The hospital's across the street from the gym, and that's where lots of those 'things' came out at first. I ran to the roof along with a bunch of others and bared the door. In the chaos, one of the secretaries had gotten bit. A few of them got her fixed up, but after a few hours she started getting sick. The bite looked really nasty." He paused to take a bite out of a protein bar next to him. "We had some food with us, protein bars, fruit drinks. Ya know, gym food. That lasted us the rest of the day and next morning, cause there was about a dozen or so of us up there. All that time, there were zombies scratching at the door, moaning creepy-like, but we had bared that door pretty good. By that time, the girl had gotten really sick and apparently went into a coma or something." Jake furrowed his brow in disgust. "Around noonish, she started to wake up, but she had become one of 'them.' She started attacking everyone. I tried to jump to the next building, but ended up falling into the dumpster in the alley and got this." He pointed at the bandage that was wrapped around the left side of his head. "I stole a shovel from the construction site next door and tried to fight my way to the pier, hoping to catch a boat out, but got cornered, and that's when you showed up, right?" He nodded towards the survivor sitting on his right.

[Mara=^.^=]

Miharu dipped her head in a nod, clutching a blood-stained purse with the frail, visibly trembling hands. Her whole body seemed to be a mass of nerves...beneath her white skirt and flower-print blouse, every muscle in her body was drawn tight in preparation for flight.

"I tury to run away," she explained, voice shaking. "Dey kiru my husban..." She lowered her head, and her thick black hair slid forward over her shoulders, hiding her grief-stricken face. "Watashi wa Haru Miharu desu. I from Japan. Gomen nasai, I don speaku muchu Engurish...."

Miharu pressed her eyes shut to seal in the hot tears, and she wondered when she would wake up from this nightmare which had been possessing her for the past day and a half. She was a Japanese tourist who had come to the States with her new husband, Hoshi, for a celebratory vacation in honor of his recent promotion. Flesh-eating monsters had NOT been part of the brochure. And, being as she was a neurotic 29-year-old florist, and not in any way equipped to deal with hordes of the undead, she had the feeling that her odds of survival were dwindling by the moment.


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =
P.S. AWESOME RP idea, Beks!

[okmeamithinknow]

"S'ok" Ophelia reached as though to pat the woman on the shoulder, but a second thought stopped her before it reached far. Instead she used the hand to push her glasses back up her nose. A single crack ran down the center of one lens. "We understand you well enough."

Moments passed as the group waited for the next person to introduce themselves. Finally she broke the silence.

"God I feel like I'm at an AA meeting. 'My name's Ophelia, and it's been 12 hours since I've been attacked by an undead horde.'"

She winced, and apologized, "Sorry. I use humor as a coping mechanism. Anyway, I had just finished working the late shift at the university's library, you know trying to pay for school. I 'was' supposed to graduate this spring, guess that's not happening now. I was headed to my boyfriend's house." She paused and inclined her head.

"He cheated on me and I was returning his baseball gear. He played for the University's team. Not really looking forward to the awkward conversation that was going to come next. Thankfully I moved it all including the bat to the front seat of my car, because when I pulled up to his apartment, they were there."

She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling herself into a fetal position. She blew a wayward strand of dark brown hair out of her face as she rested her head on her knees.

~Crys~
P.S. I agree with Mara. Best RP EVAR!

[Beks]

(Am I safe to assume that it's just gonna be the three of us doing this? Cause its been awhile now and I wanna get this thing rolling.)

Jake nodded. "So you used the bat just like my shovel. I had always heard that you go for the head, so I, uh-" He took a quick glance at Miharu before saying quieter, "smashed their heads in."

[okmeamithinknow]

Ophelia shook her head and said in a subdued voice, "I guess. I just started swinging really. I-I don't remember when I started hitting them in the head, but eventually they ended up staying down. Somewhere along the way my glasses fell off and one of them stepped on them. Thankfully my vision isn't so bad that I couldn't see."

~Crys~

[Beks]

Jake looked at the two women sitting around the burning metal barrel with him and sighed. "Not much to work with," he thought to himself. "I gotta toughen these girls up if we're all gonna get through this." Clearing his throat, he said, "Well, now that we're all here, I think we should take stock of what we've got with us. As much as I hate to say it, this warehouse might not be as safe as we think and I wanna make sure we've got all our cards on the table. I'll go first I guess."

He reached behind the rickety metal chair he was sitting in and brought out his shovel. It was an old fashioned kind, with a thick wooden handle. The metal spade was coated with a dark blue, sticky substance. Apparently zombie blood didn't oxidize at all in the open air. "I've got this," he said, gripping it tightly in his hands. "But that's about it, other than the clothes on my back. The food we ate on the roof is all gone. Good thing this warehouse had some medical stuff." He pointed to the bandage on his head again. "We should probably look for food in this place in the morning."

[fruitful]

An ear splitting screech of an opening door rang throughout the warehouse, disrupting the current affairs of the three and yielding a battered, though reasonably clothed businessman. Thick blood ran though his torn pants as he struggled to take in breaths, closing the distance between him and the trio. Though he looked as if from the orient, the man possessed no trace of an accent. Limping towards the gaping group, his voice rang with a raspy, "Help...", before succumbing to the pain of the incision in his leg and collapsing.

Not unconcious, but still heavily injured, the man laid there, hoping that these individuals in front of him were a little more friendly than those things that he had encountered several moments ago...



(Sorry that I'm somewhat late Its nice to meet you all )

[Mara=^.^=]

Miharu darted forward to help the fallen newcomer.

"Daijobu?" she asked, reaching out a hand to shake him, but then drawing it back at the last second. Instead, she sat back on her heels and rummaged around inside her purse for a kleenex, which she used to mop the sweat and blood off the businessman's forehead. "OK...you be OK..." she reassured.

[Beks]

"Is that your husband?" Jake asked, cautiously coming forward to help as well. "That's kind of a nasty cut. I'll get some of the medical supplies." As he darted to a nearby medical closet, he thought, "I sure hope that guy isn't infected by 'them'..."

[Mara=^.^=]

Miharu shook her head. "No husbandu...shirimasen, maybe man on touru busu?"

She leaned down to the newcomer. "Dare ka kimi? Who are you, where you from?"

[Beks]

Jake rushed back with an armful of bandages and disinfectant. "I think a better question at the moment is if he's infected." He waved Miharu away from the man. Awkwardly pulling on some plastic gloves, he asked, "How did you get this cut?" Without waiting for an answer, he began ripping away the man's pants leg in order to get a better view.

"Man, am I glad for that mandatory first-aid license from the gym..."

[fruitful]

"Thank you for that, my name is Ling. You have no idea how grateful I am to see a normal face," grimaced the man, "And what do you mean infected? These monsters are too vicious to just infect you, THEY WANTED TO TEAR ME LIMB FROM LIMB!"

"My wife was only the first of my family to go... They clawed at her, then bit, then...then..." Cried Ling as the gruesome memory overcame him. A few minutes of silence passed and seemingly with his composure regained, he continued, "I ran, as fast as I could, but as I reached the room of my baby, it was too late, he was nowhere to be seen as those monsters climbed through the window. I was angry, it was undescribable, I wanted to kill them, do what they did to my wife and son back to them. I Grabbed my prized katana from on top of my fireplace, unsheathing it, then vowing to avenge whom I lost."

Ling sighed, "Did I forget to mention that I have no physical/combat training what-so-ever? I'm a businessman, for Christ's sake! My plan failed, horribly, backfiring on me as they swatted the sword out of my hands, cutting my leg in the process. What else could I have done? I ran..."

Resting his head inbetween his arms, he sat, feeling honourless and prideless.

[Beks]

Jake knelt awkwardly beside Ling silently after his little speech. After a moment, he continued to treat his wound. "Well, at least your not infected. From what I saw, if you get infected by one of them somehow, you'll turn into one yourself..." Suddenly, Jake realized something. "H-how did you get in here, anyway? We barricaded the whole warehouse." Getting up, he rushed to the heavy metal door that Ling had slung open. "Ophelia, take over for me would ya? I'm gonna make sure this guy wasn't followed." He picked up his shovel and crept through the opening.

[okmeamithinknow]

"Um, I guess," Ophelia mumbled. "Blood makes me a bit nauseous, but I'll try not to throw up on you. That's probably why I didn't get the whole vampire scene."

She looked at the wound and had to stop to take a few deep breaths to clear her spinning head. Pulling a gauze pad from it's package she used it to staunch what blood still trickled from the gash.

"Sorry if this hurts," she cringed as she pressed another pad, this one to act as a bandage since the bleeding stopped. "Ling, I hate to be insensitive, but did-did any of those things follow you? I really don't feel like being someone's lunch today."

[fruitful]

Cringing as Ophelia applied the gauze pad, Ling shook his head. "No, not that I know of. They saw me turning down the little alley that led to this warehouse, but other than that, I don't think any followed," murmured Ling uncertainly, "Oh and when the big guy gets back, tell him the reason that I got in is because that I have something that those things crave...brains, heh..."

Looking around the silent room, careful to not make his injury bleed more, he realized that Jake still wasn't back yet. How long could scouting out a doorway take? Tried as hard as he could, but still, Ling could not stop the horrid thoughts of why Jake was not back yet. Sharing his worries, Ling said, "Would it really take this long to check? Maybe we should go look to make sure he's okay..."

[Beks]

Jake silently crept through the pitch black room, cursing himself for not bringing something to see by. He felt his way to the barricaded door and tested it. Still as solid as ever. How did the guy get in? Out of the corner of his eye, he found his answer. High above him was a long row of windows and one of them was shattered. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the lighting, Jake began climbing the stacks of wooden boxes that led to the window, leaving his shovel on the floor. When he reached it, he heard it. A chorus of moans.

Thank goodness for the moon because otherwise he wouldn't have been able to see them in the shadow the warehouse alley. It was only three of them, two women and a man. No. Two females and a male. These things weren't humans anymore. As high as he was, he didn't feel threatened by them and so he turned his attention to the crowbar hanging from the window. Rough, aging rope was tied to the other end and dangled all the way down to the ground, to where 'they' were. 'They' groped skywards, ever moaning, but when they saw Jake's head pop out of the window, they renewed their efforts. 'They' didn't seem to register the rope dangling around them, or think to use it. At least there was that. He took the crowbar inside and began dragging the rope as well, careful that one of 'them' didn't try to grab it.

His mission complete, he walked back towards the warm back room, hoping that Ophelia hadn't messed the guy up too much. They would have to move soon. Those three were bound to attract more and he didn't know how many of 'them' it would take to eventually knock over that barricade.

[Mara=^.^=]

Miharu waved to Jake as he walked back into the room. "We patch up Ringu," she informed him, mispronouncing Ling's Chinese name.

After a pause she asked, "You see more kaijin?". She trusted that these foreigners would roughly understand the Japanese word for 'humanoid monster', since she could think of no other term to describe the hideous creatures who were hunting them.


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[okmeamithinknow]

"Please tell us there aren't any out there and that all this is a horrific nightmare or some sort of 'Night of the Living Dead' promo," Ophelia added as inwardly she sighed knowing that Jake hadn't joined the ranks of the walking monstrosities.

A shudder ran down her spine as she remembered having to fight off the creatures the first time. The sickening thud as her ex-boyfriends metal baseball bat made her queasy again and she had to fight off the urge to vomit.

'Now is not the time,' she thought to herself 'I can barf when I know we're safe...'

[fruitful]

"OKAY, now that we're all here and comfy, would anyone care to fill me in on what the HELL these monstrous things are? What's she (the Asian looking woman) talking about? Kaijin?" Snapped Ling, "I know that there was some controversy recently over whether to start some sort of experiment or something, but is the current -world coming to an end- thing related to that?"

[Beks]

Jake tightened his grip on the coil of rope in his hand as he nodded at Miharu. "There's three of them outside right now. They know there's people here. The way they're going on, they're bound to attract more of them. Now I don't know how many undead zombies it takes to knock over that door, but I sure as hell don't wanna find out. We've gotta pack up what we can and move on. Now."

He looked down at Ling. "We can decide how all hell broke loose when we're safer. Can you walk?"