[RPG] Apocalypse

Alice · Lid Wikenweegschaar **Woonplaats:** Rapture

Apocalypse

Story

2030. An unknown virus started to take lives in China, slowly infecting people worldwide, spreading fast, without a cure. But that was only the beginning. People tried to make cures, injected people, causing the virus to mutate and mutate the infected people. Now the virus kills or turns people into walking dead, hungry for flesh and blood, murdering their families and neighbours.

Sounds like a bad dream? It does to the survivors, who are still running, hiding and shooting for their lives. It's been months since it all started. 8 months, to be exact. Almost everyone is gone - be it dead or in need of a bullet through their brains. The food is running low. If you keep traveling, there's still some canned food to find in abandoned supermarkets. Well, abandoned if you're lucky. The world makes Hell look like a good place to be.

The rules are simple and vital:

Keep your weapon ready at all times – you never know when you’re going to need it.
Check every room at least twice.
Don’t go anywhere alone – all that’ll get you is killed. Have at least one person to watch your back at all times, preferably someone you trust with a weapon.
Travel light.
Don't go play a hero, just because you feel like shooting something. You only risk getting bitten or murdered.
Always keep one person on a watch – and don’t fall asleep when it’s your turn either. A watch shift is the best defense we have against the group depends on it. Non-perishable food, clean water, and ammunition are like gold these days so you best conserve as much as you can and plan a raid to replenish supplies before they run out.
Only kill if necessary - if you can, just run and save the ammo for when you're really in danger.

Several survivors are traveling around, looking for, well, each other. They haven't met yet, but they need to stick together to survive. Together, they might be able to find a cure or manage to kill all the zombies and end the spreading. But they have to be careful and make sure they don't get eaten. Or worse, infected.

We will start in the city of Globe, Arizona, USA.

Players

Alice - Nick Evans - 25
Darren - Daryl Jordan - 28
Lana - Lee Hayes - 17
Sjar - Vanessa Castro - 29
Skywalker - Ric (Ricardo) Soto - 20
Witchcatjuh - Jocelyn 'Josie' / 'Jo' Bates - 23
xMissme - Roxann Thorpe - 24
Yuuki - Avery Tanner - 23

Extra

Useful sites:
Weapons
Apocalypse map

Any other extra information will be added later as needed.

RPG start

Everyone is in/around Globe, Arizona, USA. In the OOC topic will be discussed/decided how the survivors will find each other, so more information about the start will be in there.

Have fun!

Alice · Lid Wikenweegschaar **Woonplaats:** Rapture

Globe looked like a desert. The vegetation had practically all died and had gone yellow and brown, making it look part of the stones and sand surrounding it. It looked like all life had abandoned earth. A middle-aged man, called Elliot Dannel, even though it barely matters what people are called these days, was limping slightly, as he made his way back to his shelter. He had been walking around a lot the last few days, making sure he got all the equipment right. Even in this mess, he could benefit from his previous job as a technician. And a damn good one at that, if you had to believe him.

He was softly mumbling to himself, there was no one to talk to and he felt like he was ready to lose his mind. Maybe he would soon be one of them, without having to get infected.

As he reached his destination, the Holy Angels Church, Elliot quickly slipped inside. He had found the last few cables he needed at a nearby electronics store. Almost all the power was gone, but he had managed to hook up an engine to his equipment, giving it power for enough time to broadcast his message. He hoped people would hear it. Hell, he prayed there was anyone still alive out there. And he wasn't even a very religious man, but he guessed it was a side effect from spending so long in a church. He was surrounded by bibles and images, though it was a lot more comforting than the blood and bodies that littered the streets. The empty cars that blocked the roads, the smell of flesh rotting in the heat of the burning sun that shines down upon the town.

He installed the cables, turned on the engine and took a moment to clap like a seal when it all seemed to work exactly the way he planned it. He put the camera in place, not bothering to fix his appearance. Nobody cared about looks these days. He sat down on the bench, positioning the camera so it was clear that he was in a church. The engine made quite some noise, making Elliot nervous and a bit scared, so he quickly pressed the 'record' button. If everything went as planned, he should be broadcasting all over the town now, both television and radio, to whoever still had one.

"Er.. Hi. My name is Elliot. Elliot Dannel. Yes, so.. I hope there's still people out there, because I want to ask you to, please, try to get to the Holy Angels Church. I repeat, the Holy Angels Church. I'm there and, well, I think we could all use mates here." He scratched the back of his head, not sure what else to say. "Sooo.. I'll be waiting here- What?"

He got distracted by a noise, coming from behind him. He half expected it to be someone who reacted on his message, a hint of a smile on his face as he turned around. The smile disappeared as soon as he saw the undead, too close for anyone's liking. He stumbled backwards, knocking down the camera that fell on the bench a row to the front. He could care less whether it was still recording or not. He reached for his gun, only to remember he left it on the floor. But before he could reach down to grab it, they were already at him, growling, clawing and biting. Elliot's desperate screams echoed through the church and then the camera got crushed.

Darren · Volleerd Tovenaar **Woonplaats:** Assiah.

Dead. Finally. Out of breath and completely exhausted Daryl makes his way back to the center of the church. With a soft moan he falls into one of the benches. It's been days since he's arrived here. Not that he had a sense of time left, but by watching the sunrises and counting the sunsets you come quite far. None of the other survivors had responded on the broadcast. It was an understatement to say it sucked. What if there really was nobody left? What if?

Absent-mindedly his fingers slide over the gun in his hands. It wasn't safe to drop your weapon in these times. Elloit or whatever his name was was obviously dead. Everyone was gone. Churches were supposed to feel warm and safe, but instead a terrifying coldness ran the place. Daryl had never been a big fan of churches or religion in general, but he knew this was not how it should be. Or rather, not how it used to be.

"Where's your God now?'' he wonders out loud.

Yuuki · Lioness of Casterly Rock **Woonplaats:** King's Landing

Avery Tanner

Avery is at the top of the church's bell tower, keeping watch in case any zombies decide to approach the church, when she notices a man drawing near. Brown hair, white skin. Looks winded, she notices. That's all she can see from this distance. A large part of Avery is glad that there's another survivor. After traveling west from California, Avery has found Ric - who should be somewhere around here too, though Avery doesn't know exactly where - but more people are always welcome. Especially because they'll need to move on soon (don't want to draw the attention of the zombies, of course) and they won't be able to use Elliot's broadcast to find other survivors then.

However, another part of Avery is more cautious. Humans might not be zombies, but that doesn't mean that they never do atrocious things. Not all survivors that Avery met were good people. Some of them, she's had to defend herself against. Besides, it takes a few hours before the effects of infection show; before Avery is going to trust this man, she'll need to make sure that's he's not infected or a criminal.

She watches him enter the church and decides to intervene. Avery turns around and runs off the stairs until she reaches the ground floor, where she's hidden behind some pillars. She watches the man sit down on one of the benches. Avery tenses when she notices the gun in his hands.

She draws her own gun, aims it at him and steps from behind the pillar. "Unless you want to die right now and find out for yourself, you'd better put that gun down and tell me who you are," Avery says after the man finishes speaking. The tone of her voice and especially the gun she's pointing at him leave no room for argument.

OOC: Aangezien Daryl niet bij de kerkgroep hoort heb ik de ongerijmdheden in de post maar genegeerd en ben ik ervan uit gegaan dat dit de eerste keer is dat hij de kerk binnenkomt.

Alice · Lid Wikenweegschaar **Woonplaats:** Rapture

Nick is about to just give up. He can barely stay awake, his head hurts like hell and his body aches everywhere. The shotgun he is clutching against his chest feels about as heavy as his backpack that he's carrying. The sun is burning on his skin, the only positive fact about this being that the infected are mostly staying out of the streets, because they apparently don't like heat. But Nick is exhausted and he could care less if he got murdered right now, because he's so, so tired, he wishes he was dead.

He looks up at the huge building he has been walking past for about 20 times now, wondering if he should enter or not. He's heard the broadcast message from the Elliot dude. Who obviously didn't survive that. But now he's standing in front of the church once again, wondering if there's anyone inside that responded on the message, just like he did.

xMissme · Volleerd Tovenaar

Roxann bites her lip. He wasn't coming back. Roxann had been in the vehicle for hours, waiting for a man of whom she didn't even know a name. He probably got himself killed, Roxann then thought - bothered by the stupidness of that guy. Sure, he bravely navigated himself and Roxann to Globe, and sure, the guy helped Roxann out; but letting her wait in his ragged car while he himself was looking for the gasoline they needed to move on? Wasn't that dangerously stupid on both sides of the coin? Roxann sighed. She looks around the abandoned streets and notices the church. Wasn't there something uninteresting about that a church on the car radio a little while ago?

A light-blonde man then catches Roxann's eye. A wheeze leaves her lips. Was it one of them? She wondered. Roxann observes the guy; it doesn't appear as though he was a goner. But still. He might have been bitten and Roxann doesn't want to be around such people. She can't afford to take risks; it meant losing it all. Roxann puts on the sunglasses she wore on her head, tightens her grip around her machine gun, opens the door of the vehicle and steps out of the car - first one heel, then the other. Roxann then clamps her left hand around the car door. In her right hand, she's holding her automatic weapon.

,,Hello,'' Roxann shouted, making sure she didn't sound unsure or even scared. It didn't sound nice. ,,Please identify yourself.'' Roxann made sure she got her machine gun pointed at the guy; she didn't have a lot of ammo, but Roxann figured this guy wasn't one of them - he didn't move like that, he didn't look like that. Her gun just meant to scare him of - the weapon obviously instilled fear or panic in other people, more than a normal gun would. It was however not very useful to Roxann - it barely contained any ammo. ,,Don't try to do anything funny,'' Roxann then ordered him, waiting for him to make himself known.

Witchcatjuh · 1e jaars **Woonplaats:** Fairy Tale Land

The world had gone to hell and Jocelyn was smack bang in the middle of it. Surving had been getting harder and harder for her. She had no idea how long it had been since everything had happened. Half a year? Longer? It was kind of hard to keep time when you were running for your life, searching for anything that would help you stay alive.

Her car was piled full with various items she had collected over the time. She had always been a bit of a hoarder, but especially now it was at its worst. How could she just leave stuff lying around when she knew it could possibly save her life one day? Nobody cared anymore about people looting. Things had gotten a bit too much out of hand for that. There wasn't even anyone around to be bothered by the looting. And so Jo just did whatever she could to survive. If that meant breaking into mansions to steal their poker or their hunting rifle, than so be it. Even if she couldn't use some of the weapons (aka the guns) she was sure to run into somebody that could. Right? If there was still someone left, that was.

She had also been collecting other useful things, like bandages and canned food. It wasn't much and it was getting harder and harder to come by, but what else could she do? She couldn't exactly go out into the forest and hunt. She wouldn't even know where to start. She had always been more of an indoor type girl. Playing videogames, reading, watching tv... If only she had joined the cub scouts like her father had told her to...

With a groan, Jocelyn smacks the steering wheel. What was the point in all of this? She still has some jerry cans left, but she needed to fill up again; and quickly. The best option was going into town. She knew she should. She had heard the messages on the radio. It wasn't playing right now. She just couldn't hear it anymore. She'd listened to it dozens and dozens of times, but in the end, she had just had to turn it off, being unable to hear Elliot's screams anymore. In the town there was a church, apparently. And in that church, Elliot had been hiding out.

With another desperate groan, Jo crumples over the steering wheel, resting her head on the horn. Going into town has its upsides and its downsides. Upside #1: maybe there is a shop that hasn't been robbed clean yet. Upside #2: maybe there are survivors, at the church or wherever. Mayor downside #1: the city is big and big cities are infested with zombies. Other mayor downside, #2: Elliot was killed within the curch. Why would it be safe now?

Jocelyn makes a decision and starts up the car again. Leaving your car running is a deadly sin. You burn up gas you desperately need for later on. Of course she hasn't got a clue as to where she would have to go. Hopefully there were signs put up...

Driving through the city, she looks around, trying to see if she can spot the curch Elliot had mentioned. As she lightly gnaws on the string on her shirt, she slowly drives through the streets, hoping to run into someone alive or run over someone dead. Now where was that church? If only she had a map of Globe...

Darren · Volleerd Tovenaar **Woonplaats:** Assiah.

Daryl's first reaction to the sudden movement is to draw his gun and direct it towards the noise. The words are threatening, but as soon as Daryl figures a quite gorgeous woman is the source, he heaves a sigh of relief. Cautious he lowers his gun, always capable of raising it and releasing some bullets if necessary.

"I'd be a fool if I'd put my weapon away in these times,'' he replies. Daryl searches for her eyes, knowing that if something were to happen that's where he'd see it first. He observes her quietly. As if he'd trust anyone in these times. But, maybe..

"I'm Daryl. I came here after hearing Elliot's message.''

Alice · Lid Wikenweegschaar **Woonplaats:** Rapture

Nick is chewing on his chapped bottom lip and going through his options. He could enter the church, see if there's people, or infected, so he'd die. He could leave the town, though he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand on his legs anymore, so he'd probably die. Or he could stay here, in the sun, and, well, die. Neither of the options sounds very appealing, but what does he have to lose? He already lost everything and the world had gone to sh*t. How bad would it be to die?

He gets pulled back into reality as he hears a woman's voice shouting. He instantly turns around, holding his gun with trembling hands, not even sure whether he loaded it or not. It was a f*cking miracle how he had survived for so long, really. His eyes widen as his mind registers the machine gun. Okay, this chick was serious. Out of confusion (he's so, so happy to see someone who's actually alive) and fear, he instantly lets his shotgun drop to the sandy ground and raises his hands. "Er.. Hi? Please, don't shoot me. I'm totally, 100% healthy, alright? I'm Nick. Please, don't aim that at me. I won't do anything funny. Or serious." He forces a smile on his face.

xMissme · Volleerd Tovenaar

Roxann's left hand still clamps itself to the cardoor. She doesn't take her eyes of of the blonde guy for a second. The guy seems to be shocked by the sight of Roxann's machine gun. That pleased Roxann: the gun still did a good job scaring people of.

The guy, who drops his weapon almost immediately, introduces himself as Nick. He claims he isn't infected and he looks quite harmless. Roxann recognizes the smile on his face: people always smiled like that when they had to deal with Roxann. People had to force smiles on their faces. However, it doesn't matter how nice Nick tries to make himself look, Roxann won't lower her weapon. Roxann glances at the church for a moment. Nick had probably taken the radiosignal serious, Roxann thought. Idiot; that guy that had sent it (Roxann had forgotten his name) was probably dead by now.

Roxann had to check this guy. She had to make sure that she was indeed the one that was pulling the ties here. She feared Nick was hiding something for her. Roxann was probably more scared of Nick than Nick of Roxann. Hastily, Roxann checks her surroundings, looking for her driver; checking for the infected; checking for other abnormalities. When there isn't anything that seems to be odd or strange, Roxann focuses on Nick again. For a moment, Roxann points her gun at the shotgun Nick dropped. ,,Do you have more of that?'' Roxann asks him, pointing her gun back at him. ,,Where are you from? What are you doing here?''

Sjar · Citizen of the World **Woonplaats:** At ALL the parties.

Vanessa is sitting in her car, driving towards the Holy Angels Church, in search for her brother. She was on her way to California when she crossed the border of Arizona and her radio suddenly picked up Elliot's signal. It was something she had hoped for, because driving around the east coast for eight months had not resulted in finding her sibling and now there finally was some sort of hope she could hold onto. There was a chance her brother would have heard the message too and she was almost there. Just two more streets according to her GPS.

Before returning towards the west, Vanessa had stocked up on food, water and gasoline and had kept on driving none stop, except to sleep a couple of hours every once in a while in a deserted area, doors locked, hidden under a blanket with a loaded pistol. The result being exhaustion, dehydration and a lot of sweating from the heat. Especially since hearing the message, her craving for water had gotten worse and worse after she'd finished her water bottle, but there wasn't a hair on her head considering stopping. To stop could mean the difference between life and death, especially in the city she was in - a big city meant lots of zombies. She had to get to the church as soon as possible and once she was there - safe and sound - she would allow herself to eat and drink.

When she turns the last corner, she immediately lays eyes upon the church. There it is in its ruined glory. Being raised a Christian, this church should be a safe heaven, instead Vanessa analyses all the different loopholes from a distance, but gets distracted by two people out the front. A woman holding a gun up to a man. She comes to a halt and decides to watch very carefully. This was not the way to die. It would be rather ironic, to be killed by a living being and somehow Vanessa can't appreciate that right now.

Skywalker · Schoolhoofd

Ric's currently rumbling through the supply closets in a back-room. All he has found so far are water bottles and old bread. He takes it anyway, scared he'll regret it one day if he doesn't. Three small bottles of water and two loaves of bread - he figures he'll share it with Avery as he stuffs it all into his backpack. He's kind of hoping for more people to come; for more people to be desperate enough to be drawn by Eliott's message, but he's thankful for having at least one other person with him.

Ric calmly makes his way back to the main area of the church. He sees Avery standing with her back to him and he opens his mouth to tell her that no, there's no hidden, gigantic food-supply here, when he hears her say something. And it's not directed to him. And then another man comes into view. Ric quietly slips behind a pillar and grabs his pistol, ready to do something, when,- "I'm Daryl. I came here after hearing Elliot's message.'' Ric freezes. He lowers his weapon and steps away from the pillar so that this Daryl can see him, too.

"Hi," he says, once he's standing next to Avery. His pistol remains in his right hand, but his grip is loose. Frankly, Ric's beyond being fearful of other people. It's the zombies they should all fear, not each other. They're all on the same team now, aren't they? All mankind - or whatever's left of it. "I'm Ric; this is Avery. We came here after hearing Elliot's message as well, but I suppose he..." Ric's voice wanders off. "I think it's safe to say he's not here."

Alice · Lid Wikenweegschaar **Woonplaats:** Rapture

Nick frowns as he realizes the girl still doesn't trust him. Seriously, even if he had more weapons, that crazy chick would probably shoot him before he could manage to take the bag from his back. "I don't have any other weapons, alright. If one of them comes at me right now, I trust you to shoot them, otherwise I'm pretty dead." He raises an eyebrow.

A sigh escapes his dry lips and he dares a small step forward towards the girl. "I'm from around the area, actually. I used to live with my parents, a few miles West from here. I came here after the message that was sent out by the Elliot dude, I assume you did the same. Listen, I'd love to have a chat with you, especially since you're the first actual living human being I've seen in weeks, but could you please at least stop aiming that thing at me before you accidentally shoot me? You can, like.. search my body and such, you can even go through my bag. I have nothing to hide. Just don't point that gun at me, alright?"

xMissme · Volleerd Tovenaar

Roxann, not visibly doubtful, lowers her weapon when Nick is done speaking. This situation was different for Nick than for her. If Roxann would trust Nick, she could be making a hugh mistake; for if he had another gun, it'd be over for Roxann - she was barely able to handle this weapon correctly and as said: there was little ammo. Nick didn't know that - he didn't know that he was probably the stronger party here. ,,Fine.'' Roxann grumbles. She remains in the same stance, not moving an inch even when Nick decides to take a step towards her. When he got too close, there was the poker.

Roxann listens closely to what Nick has to say. Apparantly, he was from around here. ,,I didn't,'' Roxann replies as Nick explains his presence here as a result of the message of the 'Elliot dude'. ,,I got the message, but I figured he would be dead by now.'' Roxann raises her eyebrow as Nick tells her that she's the first living human being he has seen in weeks.

,,But since you wanted to go check the church out, why don't you?'' Roxann gives Nick a bloody serious look. If he'd go into the church, maybe he'd find something there. And at least Roxann wouldn't have to dirty her hands - or her life for that matter. Roxann suggestively looks at the machine gun in her hand. ,,Will you please do that for me?''

Carrick_Fergus · Beginnend Tovenaar

Anna is sitting behind a dumpster while she holds her gun against her chest, her heart pounding. She has come from a long way after she had to kill her parents, it was supposed to be a lovely holiday, fun and careless. But it turned it in a complete nightmare. Anna looks carefully from behind the dumpster to see if it's safe yet.

When it's safe to move again she carefully gets up her feet and start to move forwards again, glancing back so now and then to make sure no one was following her, the gun still clutched in her hand. She got the gun from some infected man who had infected her parents. Anna is moving towards the church that boy Elliot was talking about, well atleast she thinks she's going in the right direction. But poor Elliot because he clearly didn't make it, according to his screams.

He was killed in his hide out, his hide out which is the church, the church Anna was trying to find right now. Why is she going to a place where just someone died, is it safe then. When she arrives in town, she looks around to see if she can spot the church.

[RPG] Apocalypse

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