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Introduction
Fort Grace, somewhere along the Kansas/Missouri state line
Spring of 2013
They said the world would end in the winter of 2012, and in someways it did. No one knows exactly how it got started, but in the winter of 2012 something got to us, maybe it was a superbug, maybe it was man made, or maybe God just got fed up with us, but for whatever reason, the dead stopped being dead. The people who were dead or dying in the hospital suddenly turned into, well, zombies, for lack of a better word. Soon the hospitals were overrun with them, then the cities, and within a couple of months entire states were virtually gone.
If you were lucky, or some would say unlucky, enough to survive, it meant that you either ran away, which most of us did, or you stayed put and fortified your home or some other building. It's thanks to a group of men and women who didn't run away that we have Fort Grace to call home now. It began as a fortified super-store, then spread to include an entire city block, and now we have a small city to call home. Walls were put up, guns passed around. Within the walls of Fort Grace, you're safe, for the most part. Occasionally the dead get in and cause some trouble, but they're quickly taken care of. People passing by can come inside, but if they've been bitten, or are very sick, they're either killed or left outside.
This is the law of the land now.
Eventually the mayor of Fort Grace, which is to say the man who started it all, got his people together and made a few plans. Now we have electricity, if only in meager amounts, and thanks to this we have a radio station working, and we're calling out to other survivors. Not many people have showed up though. And now the mayor and his men have a new idea. They've decided to send out groups of people in armored vehicles to look for survivors, as well as supplies.
“We have farms for food,” the mayor said in a speech, “We have the means to keep our home going for some time yet, but there are not that many of us, truth be told. We need help, we need hope. And so, I am asking for those who are willing and able to volunteer for a little mission...”
And this is where we come in. You and I, we're some of the people who volunteered for this crazy mission. We've been given a 'tank,' a school bus that's been heavily modified. Armor, guns, a more powerful engine, tires that will work even if they go flat, the works. We're heading west, to try and find survivors, and to try and survive ourselves...
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Alright, so basically this is a zombie survival roleplay, set something like four months after the zombies came around. These zombies are the classic Romero kind, slow, stupid, but there are an endless number of them. But of course, aside from zombies there are other humans to worry about as well, bandits and such.
Should you join, you'll become a member of a small group of men and women selected to go out looking for supplies and survivors, which is the basic plot of this roleplay. Along the way the group might make a few interesting discovers, and their lives will be threatened many times.
If you're interested, just fill out the character sheet below-
Name: (name of your character)
Nickname: (any other name your character might be called)
Age: (age of your character)
Time in Fort Grace: (have they been there a few days, weeks, a month maybe?)
Appearance: (pics are fine, but please at a little description as well. Real or anime, doesn't matter)
Personality: (optional)
Equipment: (you can have just about whatever basic weapons you want, but your character will have to carry them around, so think about them carefully)
Skills: (was your character once a medic, or a school teacher? If they have any useful skills or knowledge, list it here)
History: (who was your character just a few months ago? How have they survived? What are their plans? And anything else you'd like to put here)
Other: (anything else you'd like to add about your character)
RULES-
Basic RPG rules apply
Cursing and romance are fine, but in moderation, please
Please post at least 1 decent paragraph per post
If you will be unable to continue posting after you join, or if you just won't be able to post for some time, please let us know somehow
If you have any questions or comments feel free to speak your mind either in the OOC or via PM.
Spring of 2013
They said the world would end in the winter of 2012, and in someways it did. No one knows exactly how it got started, but in the winter of 2012 something got to us, maybe it was a superbug, maybe it was man made, or maybe God just got fed up with us, but for whatever reason, the dead stopped being dead. The people who were dead or dying in the hospital suddenly turned into, well, zombies, for lack of a better word. Soon the hospitals were overrun with them, then the cities, and within a couple of months entire states were virtually gone.
If you were lucky, or some would say unlucky, enough to survive, it meant that you either ran away, which most of us did, or you stayed put and fortified your home or some other building. It's thanks to a group of men and women who didn't run away that we have Fort Grace to call home now. It began as a fortified super-store, then spread to include an entire city block, and now we have a small city to call home. Walls were put up, guns passed around. Within the walls of Fort Grace, you're safe, for the most part. Occasionally the dead get in and cause some trouble, but they're quickly taken care of. People passing by can come inside, but if they've been bitten, or are very sick, they're either killed or left outside.
This is the law of the land now.
Eventually the mayor of Fort Grace, which is to say the man who started it all, got his people together and made a few plans. Now we have electricity, if only in meager amounts, and thanks to this we have a radio station working, and we're calling out to other survivors. Not many people have showed up though. And now the mayor and his men have a new idea. They've decided to send out groups of people in armored vehicles to look for survivors, as well as supplies.
“We have farms for food,” the mayor said in a speech, “We have the means to keep our home going for some time yet, but there are not that many of us, truth be told. We need help, we need hope. And so, I am asking for those who are willing and able to volunteer for a little mission...”
And this is where we come in. You and I, we're some of the people who volunteered for this crazy mission. We've been given a 'tank,' a school bus that's been heavily modified. Armor, guns, a more powerful engine, tires that will work even if they go flat, the works. We're heading west, to try and find survivors, and to try and survive ourselves...
-=-=-=
Alright, so basically this is a zombie survival roleplay, set something like four months after the zombies came around. These zombies are the classic Romero kind, slow, stupid, but there are an endless number of them. But of course, aside from zombies there are other humans to worry about as well, bandits and such.
Should you join, you'll become a member of a small group of men and women selected to go out looking for supplies and survivors, which is the basic plot of this roleplay. Along the way the group might make a few interesting discovers, and their lives will be threatened many times.
If you're interested, just fill out the character sheet below-
Name: (name of your character)
Nickname: (any other name your character might be called)
Age: (age of your character)
Time in Fort Grace: (have they been there a few days, weeks, a month maybe?)
Appearance: (pics are fine, but please at a little description as well. Real or anime, doesn't matter)
Personality: (optional)
Equipment: (you can have just about whatever basic weapons you want, but your character will have to carry them around, so think about them carefully)
Skills: (was your character once a medic, or a school teacher? If they have any useful skills or knowledge, list it here)
History: (who was your character just a few months ago? How have they survived? What are their plans? And anything else you'd like to put here)
Other: (anything else you'd like to add about your character)
RULES-
Basic RPG rules apply
Cursing and romance are fine, but in moderation, please
Please post at least 1 decent paragraph per post
If you will be unable to continue posting after you join, or if you just won't be able to post for some time, please let us know somehow
If you have any questions or comments feel free to speak your mind either in the OOC or via PM.
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"I plan on surviving as long as I can; not because I have to, but because I need to."
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OOC Notes
Spike makes his way around the Tank, as the mayor called it. It sure looked the part, but all the same, it was still a bus underneath it all, and he had never driven a bus before, so hopefully he wouldn't be the driver. He could just picture himself taking a turn to sharply and ending it all way too soon. But, oh well. The armor looked to be steel, and about an inch thick, the glass windows replaced with thick plastic and covered in a layer of metal wire. There were ports along the sides and back that could be opened for guns to stick out, and up top there was even a sort of crows nest with some sort of machine gun.
"So, this is gonna be our chariot..." He says to himself, taking a few steps back to look the entire thing over. "Looks like a deathtrap to me, but who I am to judge? I was just a chef after all, not an engineer."
Just a couple of days ago the mayor of Fort Grace had asked for volunteers, and while several people had showed up he had handpicked only a few of them, for whatever reason. It seemed the mayor was a rather secretive man, because he wouldn't tell them why exactly they had been picked, and had only give the vague, cliche' banter about how they were simply the best candidates for the job, the best of the best, so to speak.
It didn't matter to Spike though, he had nothing invested in this place, or anywhere else for that matter. His family was long gone and he hadn't tried all that hard to make any close friends. If he died tomorrow, no one would miss him. But he was sure he wouldn't die, not any time soon. He has gone through hell to get to this point in his life, and he was sure he had alot more fire to walk through before his end came. Subconsciously he reaches his hand up to his left shoulder, where he has a rather nasty scar from where one of his friends had turned on him and nearly rendered that arm useless. So far, aside from the occasional lingering pain from such and injury, it hadn't caused him any problems, but just the same he didn't care to let anyone know about it either, least he get left behind.
Looking over he sees a few of the other volunteers near what he called Ammo Shack, a storage area for firearms and ammo and the like, and so he makes his way over. "Morning everyone," he says in a friendly tone, "I think the mayor said we'd be heading out soon, just before the sun gets fully up. Better grab what you can now." The Tank was filled with supplies, and he had already gotten everything he would immediately need, and so he just hoped the others would get everything they needed.
"So, this is gonna be our chariot..." He says to himself, taking a few steps back to look the entire thing over. "Looks like a deathtrap to me, but who I am to judge? I was just a chef after all, not an engineer."
Just a couple of days ago the mayor of Fort Grace had asked for volunteers, and while several people had showed up he had handpicked only a few of them, for whatever reason. It seemed the mayor was a rather secretive man, because he wouldn't tell them why exactly they had been picked, and had only give the vague, cliche' banter about how they were simply the best candidates for the job, the best of the best, so to speak.
It didn't matter to Spike though, he had nothing invested in this place, or anywhere else for that matter. His family was long gone and he hadn't tried all that hard to make any close friends. If he died tomorrow, no one would miss him. But he was sure he wouldn't die, not any time soon. He has gone through hell to get to this point in his life, and he was sure he had alot more fire to walk through before his end came. Subconsciously he reaches his hand up to his left shoulder, where he has a rather nasty scar from where one of his friends had turned on him and nearly rendered that arm useless. So far, aside from the occasional lingering pain from such and injury, it hadn't caused him any problems, but just the same he didn't care to let anyone know about it either, least he get left behind.
Looking over he sees a few of the other volunteers near what he called Ammo Shack, a storage area for firearms and ammo and the like, and so he makes his way over. "Morning everyone," he says in a friendly tone, "I think the mayor said we'd be heading out soon, just before the sun gets fully up. Better grab what you can now." The Tank was filled with supplies, and he had already gotten everything he would immediately need, and so he just hoped the others would get everything they needed.
OOC Notes
Kurami had gotten up early this morning because she would be leaving Fort Grace, not for herself, but to find others, she jumped out of the hamick bed she slept in and went into a side room, which just had a sink, and a mirror in it. Well it was more of different pieces of glass put together, but it was a good enough mirror for her. She filled the sink up with water then put her face in to fully wake herself up, and then getting ehr hair wet so she could brush it easier. "Hmm, which eye should i cover today, black or red? I say we show the red one, people keep accusing me of a zombie, so ill stay that way." Kurami brushed her hair 'till it looked good enough to go out, she then grabbed her bag, which she had gotten ready the night before and mainly had food and water in it, she would get her ammo from the ammo shack, and put her guns in their holsters, she already ahd her brass knuckle gloves on, and went out the door, well more of a curtain.
As Kurami walked outside, she thought of the other volunteers, Spike, who she only knew as soemone who would give her food, the O'Connell couple, she knew lucas by how he would night watchmen soemtimes, and Mariah, she jsut saw around the city. But this Kenneth kid she never really knew, but knew that he must be the brains of the group. But Kurami wasnt really known around the city too much, she never wanted to be. As she walked she got to the Ammo Shack, passing some of the volunteers, and went up to the clerk, handing him a paper of what she needed. "You cant have that much ammo for free." He said to Kurami "Yes i can, orders by the mayor." The clerk then gave Kurami her boxes of ammo, that she just threw into the bag, she couldnt belive you can only get half a box of ammo for free, she needed five boxes. As she went to leave she heard a voice behind her, a very happy sounding one.
"Morning everyone," She turned around, seeing it was spike. "Hey Spike." She said, with a way less happy sounding tone, it sounding more like a deressing tone then anything. "Ill be in the bus if anyone needs me." Kurami then walked past Spike and went towards the bus, as she approached it she couldnt see why it was called a tank, it was just a fortified bus. Kurami then pushed open the door and went to the back of the bus and sat down. Well she actaully laid down on her back, but her head was visible to anyone who looked to the back of the bus.
As Kurami walked outside, she thought of the other volunteers, Spike, who she only knew as soemone who would give her food, the O'Connell couple, she knew lucas by how he would night watchmen soemtimes, and Mariah, she jsut saw around the city. But this Kenneth kid she never really knew, but knew that he must be the brains of the group. But Kurami wasnt really known around the city too much, she never wanted to be. As she walked she got to the Ammo Shack, passing some of the volunteers, and went up to the clerk, handing him a paper of what she needed. "You cant have that much ammo for free." He said to Kurami "Yes i can, orders by the mayor." The clerk then gave Kurami her boxes of ammo, that she just threw into the bag, she couldnt belive you can only get half a box of ammo for free, she needed five boxes. As she went to leave she heard a voice behind her, a very happy sounding one.
"Morning everyone," She turned around, seeing it was spike. "Hey Spike." She said, with a way less happy sounding tone, it sounding more like a deressing tone then anything. "Ill be in the bus if anyone needs me." Kurami then walked past Spike and went towards the bus, as she approached it she couldnt see why it was called a tank, it was just a fortified bus. Kurami then pushed open the door and went to the back of the bus and sat down. Well she actaully laid down on her back, but her head was visible to anyone who looked to the back of the bus.
OOC Notes
Only a few days in Fort Grace, a few days and he already got himself in a group mission. Although voluntarily, it didn't feel like it at all. It was as if he was hand chosen by the mayor to join this reckless mission. Well in some way the mayor did chose me, I guess. I actually wonder why I pushed myself to volunteer anyway. He did know, Hood just knew going on a reckless mission was way better then to walk endlessly inside a fort where you can't even have your own privacy most of the time. Well, perhaps his so called skills would come in handy during this so called rescue mission, maybe.
He had pushed himself to walk to the shed where they'd store various ammunition for firearms and firearms themselves. Hood would've rather stick himself with his old trusty machete, firearms weren't his thing, he was more likely to shoot his own foot off rather then kill a zombie with it. "The only downside to this would be having to interact with other people. Ah well, luckily these other members will be zombie proof, I hope." He was still new to everything after all. It has been two days since he arrived in Fort Grace, and Hood had trouble adapting to this environment. This whole society stands together thing wasn't his style, he'd rather enjoy the company of himself, that way there was a lesser chance of having to murder future zombies that were once friends of your social circle.
The shed was already crowded with some of the members, one of them arriving at almost the same time as Hood. The moment he arrived, the male greeted everyone present at the shed with a simple, friendly 'Morning everyone.'. Hood just decided to slightly nod, at least letting everyone know that he acknowledged their presence. "I think I have everything I need in my bag, not to mention my choice of arms are already on me plus the magazines I need for my firearms." Hood softly mumbled his list of 'What do I need.', crossing everything he had and going through it a second time to see if there was anything missing.
"Great, time to get outside and scout for possibly non corpse-walking beings." He'd yawn the second he had finished his sentence, throwing his hand in front of his mouth as he did so.
He had pushed himself to walk to the shed where they'd store various ammunition for firearms and firearms themselves. Hood would've rather stick himself with his old trusty machete, firearms weren't his thing, he was more likely to shoot his own foot off rather then kill a zombie with it. "The only downside to this would be having to interact with other people. Ah well, luckily these other members will be zombie proof, I hope." He was still new to everything after all. It has been two days since he arrived in Fort Grace, and Hood had trouble adapting to this environment. This whole society stands together thing wasn't his style, he'd rather enjoy the company of himself, that way there was a lesser chance of having to murder future zombies that were once friends of your social circle.
The shed was already crowded with some of the members, one of them arriving at almost the same time as Hood. The moment he arrived, the male greeted everyone present at the shed with a simple, friendly 'Morning everyone.'. Hood just decided to slightly nod, at least letting everyone know that he acknowledged their presence. "I think I have everything I need in my bag, not to mention my choice of arms are already on me plus the magazines I need for my firearms." Hood softly mumbled his list of 'What do I need.', crossing everything he had and going through it a second time to see if there was anything missing.
"Great, time to get outside and scout for possibly non corpse-walking beings." He'd yawn the second he had finished his sentence, throwing his hand in front of his mouth as he did so.
OOC Notes
Mariah hadn't had the best rest before hand, she never did whenever she knew there was something she was going to do, wither it be something good or bad; though, she had gained enough rest to keep herself awake as long as needed. She hadn't been very excited about going out, though she wanted to go and help, she found that it was better than sitting back and waiting for others to do the work. Not to mention the fact that Lucas was going as well, that made it a bit more tolerable to being going out.
She glanced down at her tattooed wrist for a moment, her eyes fixed on the two names, but only a few seconds later she dropped her arm back down to her side and took off walking towards the Ammo Shack. She faced forward; though, her eyes scanned over the others that she saw at the Shack. As she arrived to it, she searched the faces, looking for Lucas, since he had said he would just meet her there considering he had been on night watch making it to where he wasn't around her. She wasn't sure if she liked him being away, she made herself act like her old self the best she could when she was around him, and the fact that that was no longer the real her bothered her; but since she couldn't help it, she tried to stay around him as much as she possibly could.
She hadn't spotted him just, so she figured he would be there soon. Her thought process was interrupted by the voice of Spike, she looked at him as he greeted them and she simply replied, "g'morning," though it was aimed towards everyone that was coming along with them, not just him. She proceeded to get ammo for her simple PPS 9mm as she seemed to not pay attention to anything anyone else seemed to say once her own words had been spoken; though, she knew she'd have to listen to them once they went off.
She glanced down at her tattooed wrist for a moment, her eyes fixed on the two names, but only a few seconds later she dropped her arm back down to her side and took off walking towards the Ammo Shack. She faced forward; though, her eyes scanned over the others that she saw at the Shack. As she arrived to it, she searched the faces, looking for Lucas, since he had said he would just meet her there considering he had been on night watch making it to where he wasn't around her. She wasn't sure if she liked him being away, she made herself act like her old self the best she could when she was around him, and the fact that that was no longer the real her bothered her; but since she couldn't help it, she tried to stay around him as much as she possibly could.
She hadn't spotted him just, so she figured he would be there soon. Her thought process was interrupted by the voice of Spike, she looked at him as he greeted them and she simply replied, "g'morning," though it was aimed towards everyone that was coming along with them, not just him. She proceeded to get ammo for her simple PPS 9mm as she seemed to not pay attention to anything anyone else seemed to say once her own words had been spoken; though, she knew she'd have to listen to them once they went off.
OOC Notes
Luke had spent the night on watch duty, something he did often. Though the night went by fast with the fact he'd be leaving the next morning on a trip to find other survivors as well as supplies for the fort. He wasn't to keen on the idea, but the fact they'd need the supplies to survive, that was his only motivation. He could care less about finding other survivors. He yawned slightly shouldering the sniper rifle as he made his way down to the 'tank' and the ammo shack.
When he reached the place his eyes fell on the small group, it was interesting knowing that he'd be traveling with two kids; both of them just didn't seem to fit in with the whole traveling around finding supplies and survivors, but he wasn't going to judge them. One only been here for two days, the other had been here for as long as he could remember; though it had only been a week for him and his wife. His eyes did seem to soften at the fact he noticed Mariah near the shack as well. He moved on towards the shack placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hey hun...how did you sleep?" He asked in his gruff voice, smiling softly to her. He grabbed some ammo for his rifle stuffing them into his bag, and turned to the rest of the group. "So Spike..You driving or should I?" He asked with a slight smile, figuring that if he drove at least he could take out his aggression on some of the zombies that would take up residence on the road.
When he reached the place his eyes fell on the small group, it was interesting knowing that he'd be traveling with two kids; both of them just didn't seem to fit in with the whole traveling around finding supplies and survivors, but he wasn't going to judge them. One only been here for two days, the other had been here for as long as he could remember; though it had only been a week for him and his wife. His eyes did seem to soften at the fact he noticed Mariah near the shack as well. He moved on towards the shack placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hey hun...how did you sleep?" He asked in his gruff voice, smiling softly to her. He grabbed some ammo for his rifle stuffing them into his bag, and turned to the rest of the group. "So Spike..You driving or should I?" He asked with a slight smile, figuring that if he drove at least he could take out his aggression on some of the zombies that would take up residence on the road.
OOC Notes
"Morning guys and girls." Oan says before yawning as he makes his way towards the group, already packed with the SKS slung over his shoulder, his guitar on the other, pistol on the chest holster, and duffel bags in both hands with a small amp. "Lets' load up, I don't want to be here when the Mayor finds out I took his cologne and hair gel." he snickers as he packs up his stuff in the 'tank'. "I got an idea for a few places we can head to first, not sure if there's anything still there, but its' worth a shot." he shrugs "hello Kurami." he says smiling as he greets the girl, figuring out pretty quickly since her family showed up that she is the only one in this damn place he's got any chance with at all, seeing as the next youngest girl is Mariah, and she's 28 and already has Luke. He's been somewhat protective over her, though he's not sure if she's noticed. He's already lost his fiancee to the disease, and he's not letting a second chance at love in this Hell slip through his fingers. "I don't care which one of you drives, as long as I get to shoot zom-bitches out of the top hatch." he laughs, the medallions and other things around his neck jingling. Though he's been here for two weeks already, he's never told anyone about his past, or what any of the trinkets mean. He doesn't plan to, seeing as his past with the Mob could possibly put him in a bad position with the others. If anyone, he will tell Kurami, seeing as she's the most trustworthy and the one he knows the best. "hell, they would've killed her too if I didn't help stop them." he mutters to himself as he plugs his guitar into the amp, and the amp into the generator inside the 'tank'. "Thank god for gasoline generators..." He says as he tunes, than plays "Sweet Child Of Mine" by Guns N' Roses.
OOC Notes
As Kurami makes her way onto the tank, Spike just gives her a small smile. He still wasn't even sure if that was her name or not, because all he had heard her being called so far was Goth, but that wasn't surprising. He hadn't gotten close to anyone and so he knew most of them by some sort of nickname. Hood was one of the next people he caught site of, and he began to think it was a little sad that he didn't know the boy's name. But of course he had only been in the Fort for a couple of days now, so maybe no one did. At this point he had made his way into the Ammo Shack, and although he had all the ammo he needed, he went ahead and got a few more boxes of ammo for his shotgun, one box of bird, the other of buck.
"Hm? Oh, hey there Luke." Spike had heard a little about Luke and his wife, Riah, which he had guessed was short for Mariah, because she didn't particularly look German. He didn't know much, and wasn't one to ask, but he also knew Luke had been on night watch, "I'll drive for the first bit I guess, you can get some rest and drive later on."
By now everyone was there that he knew to be going on this little mission, and so he made his way onto the Tank, stowed his stuff under his seat, and listened for a moment as Ghost played on his guitar. It made him realize how much he missed radio stations. As they waited for the mayor to give the signal to open the gates of Fort Grace and let them out, he begins to familiarize himself with the controls. Along with the regular stuff, gearbox, steering wheel, door controls, there was a panel with buttons, each labeled. One of these buttons would apparently spray out some flammable liquid out the back then light it, causing it to explode...or so the little picture seemed to say. As he was looking the other buttons over he heard the voice of the mayor coming over the radio.
Good morning team, I hope you've all had a good night's sleep, the voice says, You six will be heading south, across what used to be the state of Kansas...I suppose it can still be called that...anyway, you will be looking for any survivors and supplies you can find. I've left a map behind the driver's seat, on it are some potential forts, like our own, where some survivors might be found. Check these first, then go wherever your instincts take you, understood? I expect this Tank to come back full of supplies and more people. Now, be safe, and do your best!
With that, the voice cut off, and Spike started the engine and pulled up. As he moves the lumbering giant forward he felt the huge, modified engine under the hood and smiled as they approached the gates. People around them cheered and shouted, guns at the ready. Soon they were out, and the gate was closed shut behind them. This early it seemed the roads around Fort Grace would be cleared, but he decided to take the most open route just to be safe.
"Hm? Oh, hey there Luke." Spike had heard a little about Luke and his wife, Riah, which he had guessed was short for Mariah, because she didn't particularly look German. He didn't know much, and wasn't one to ask, but he also knew Luke had been on night watch, "I'll drive for the first bit I guess, you can get some rest and drive later on."
By now everyone was there that he knew to be going on this little mission, and so he made his way onto the Tank, stowed his stuff under his seat, and listened for a moment as Ghost played on his guitar. It made him realize how much he missed radio stations. As they waited for the mayor to give the signal to open the gates of Fort Grace and let them out, he begins to familiarize himself with the controls. Along with the regular stuff, gearbox, steering wheel, door controls, there was a panel with buttons, each labeled. One of these buttons would apparently spray out some flammable liquid out the back then light it, causing it to explode...or so the little picture seemed to say. As he was looking the other buttons over he heard the voice of the mayor coming over the radio.
Good morning team, I hope you've all had a good night's sleep, the voice says, You six will be heading south, across what used to be the state of Kansas...I suppose it can still be called that...anyway, you will be looking for any survivors and supplies you can find. I've left a map behind the driver's seat, on it are some potential forts, like our own, where some survivors might be found. Check these first, then go wherever your instincts take you, understood? I expect this Tank to come back full of supplies and more people. Now, be safe, and do your best!
With that, the voice cut off, and Spike started the engine and pulled up. As he moves the lumbering giant forward he felt the huge, modified engine under the hood and smiled as they approached the gates. People around them cheered and shouted, guns at the ready. Soon they were out, and the gate was closed shut behind them. This early it seemed the roads around Fort Grace would be cleared, but he decided to take the most open route just to be safe.
OOC Notes
"Hey Spike, I call shooting out of the top hatch if need be." Ghost yells out from the back, smiling at Kurami. "Ah screw it, I'm taking my position." he takes off his necklace, and leaves it on the seat with the guitar as he heads for the hatch, SKS ready to knock some heads. What he didn't realize is that the locket had opened up when he took it off, and the picture of his parents and him as a child clearly able to be seen only by Goth.
OOC Notes
Kurami looked over and saw Oan, and then hear him say hi, but all she did was throw him a pece sign with her fingers. Oan was probably one of the only people she really knew and could call a friend, she liked that he could play the guitar, and playing one of her favorite old rock bands, which he did alot, just made her smile, which she doesnt do very often. She then sat up as everyone entered the bus, but by how her hair was, and only being able to see her red eye, she would look like a zombie at first glance, but after actually looking, you could just tell it was just some Gothic girl. She then took out and made sure her guns were loaded, and then looked arund the bus, seeing that the back door/emergency exit wasnt fortified as much as the rest of the bus, well actually it had no fortifications on it, it still even look operational, then she had a thought. Well since there are no gun ports for the back of the bus, i guess i could make one, not like anyone would mind me. Kurami then got out of her seat and examined it, her seat.
Kurami got on the floor and looked at how the seats wear screwed in, they were rusty screws and could easily be broken. She pulled out on of her guns and shot the screams, making the seat movable, she then skid it over infront of the back exit, it was big enough to block the bottom half and not go threw the door. SHe then climbed onto the seat and ripped the plastic on the window part of it, and looked out, it big enough for someone to shoot out of, but not climb out of. It would probably be a better gunning point with the door open, but not now. The others might get mad even now. Kurami thought, as she continued to look put the back window, at everything they passed, mostly just adbandond buildings and such stuff. As she looked back, she saw Ghost climb into the gunenr port in the top of the bus, and saw a locket, he focused on it, and saw a kid with two parents, she then just guessed thaat the kid was him, when he was a child, she then looked back out the window she made thinking. I know what he feels, no parents, no family.
Kurami got on the floor and looked at how the seats wear screwed in, they were rusty screws and could easily be broken. She pulled out on of her guns and shot the screams, making the seat movable, she then skid it over infront of the back exit, it was big enough to block the bottom half and not go threw the door. SHe then climbed onto the seat and ripped the plastic on the window part of it, and looked out, it big enough for someone to shoot out of, but not climb out of. It would probably be a better gunning point with the door open, but not now. The others might get mad even now. Kurami thought, as she continued to look put the back window, at everything they passed, mostly just adbandond buildings and such stuff. As she looked back, she saw Ghost climb into the gunenr port in the top of the bus, and saw a locket, he focused on it, and saw a kid with two parents, she then just guessed thaat the kid was him, when he was a child, she then looked back out the window she made thinking. I know what he feels, no parents, no family.
OOC Notes
Mariah turned halfway around and looked up at Luke and smiled at him, "i could have slept better, but i guess that doesn't matter now." She put her ammo in her pack, double checking to make sure she had everything she was bringing along with her as she listened to Spike tell Luke to rest and let him drive for a while, she figured Luke wouldn't rest even if he wasn't driving.
Once the group seemed to be all together, she made her way onto the Tank and took a seat; she figured that she wouldn't have to move for a while, but of course she was probably assuming wrong as she usually did. She was pretty good at assuming wrong with things such as that, which seemed to surprise her that she was still alive to be quite honest. But, she figured she had to still be alive for some reason, no matter what that reason ended up being; though she wished she knew the reason already.
She listened to the guitar that Oan, she had missed hearing music; though, for some reason it just didn't sound very appealing at the time being, not because it wasn't played well, but because she just didn't feel like hearing it. She sighed slightly as the male stopped playing and went up to his post. She turned as she heard one of the seats being pushed to the back exit, the other female pushing it; when she sat on it and made it accessible for shooting she got it, it was actually quite smart. She looked out the window in the seat had placed herself in, the outside just looking as dead as usual, no pun intended. She watched out closely, her eyes constantly scanning, keeping an eye out for any humans, living, or the undead. It almost seemed as if she was being drawn out from reality from the concentration she seemed to be giving to watching the surroundings they passed.
Once the group seemed to be all together, she made her way onto the Tank and took a seat; she figured that she wouldn't have to move for a while, but of course she was probably assuming wrong as she usually did. She was pretty good at assuming wrong with things such as that, which seemed to surprise her that she was still alive to be quite honest. But, she figured she had to still be alive for some reason, no matter what that reason ended up being; though she wished she knew the reason already.
She listened to the guitar that Oan, she had missed hearing music; though, for some reason it just didn't sound very appealing at the time being, not because it wasn't played well, but because she just didn't feel like hearing it. She sighed slightly as the male stopped playing and went up to his post. She turned as she heard one of the seats being pushed to the back exit, the other female pushing it; when she sat on it and made it accessible for shooting she got it, it was actually quite smart. She looked out the window in the seat had placed herself in, the outside just looking as dead as usual, no pun intended. She watched out closely, her eyes constantly scanning, keeping an eye out for any humans, living, or the undead. It almost seemed as if she was being drawn out from reality from the concentration she seemed to be giving to watching the surroundings they passed.
OOC Notes
Luke sighed as he was told he could rest. He never liked to rest, no he enjoyed spending his time just killing things. He looked to Oan as he climbed into his post, and then back to the goth girl. she had worked one of the back seats to the door and knocked out the top off of it. He shook his head; it was a smart idea but also a risk. He sat down next to his wife kissing her cheek. "Hey..why don't you take a nap; things will be calm for now, and if anything get's to heavy I'll wake you okay?" He said with a soft smile, trying to show a softer side for her.
He did however turn his attention up at Oan. "Hey kid, don't get to trigger happy, if there's only one we don't need to draw out an entire horde.." He stated calmly, looking back down at Mariah placing a hand on her shoulder. He wanted her to get more rest, but he knew she'd want him to do the same. He chuckled alittle at the memories before the shit hit the fan, at how she always whined at him when he wouldn't sleep when she was tired.
Though he forced the memories back, and gripped at his rifle tight. "Spike..we should set up a formation for entry when we're searching, we'll need someone to be at the back watching our tails; they may not be bright, but it only takes one loud noise to bring in a horde, and that's when we're fucked." He was nervous, he didn't want their first trip after a week of safety to end up being surrounded and nearly killed by hordes of the undead; he personally didn't like the idea of risking his wife's neck just to find survivors and supplies; he'd feel better if she had stayed back, but he knew better then to ask that of her. He looked over at her and sighed slightly. "Your so difficult you know that.." He said that at random smiling, and laughing alittle, as his eyes locked on her.
He did however turn his attention up at Oan. "Hey kid, don't get to trigger happy, if there's only one we don't need to draw out an entire horde.." He stated calmly, looking back down at Mariah placing a hand on her shoulder. He wanted her to get more rest, but he knew she'd want him to do the same. He chuckled alittle at the memories before the shit hit the fan, at how she always whined at him when he wouldn't sleep when she was tired.
Though he forced the memories back, and gripped at his rifle tight. "Spike..we should set up a formation for entry when we're searching, we'll need someone to be at the back watching our tails; they may not be bright, but it only takes one loud noise to bring in a horde, and that's when we're fucked." He was nervous, he didn't want their first trip after a week of safety to end up being surrounded and nearly killed by hordes of the undead; he personally didn't like the idea of risking his wife's neck just to find survivors and supplies; he'd feel better if she had stayed back, but he knew better then to ask that of her. He looked over at her and sighed slightly. "Your so difficult you know that.." He said that at random smiling, and laughing alittle, as his eyes locked on her.
OOC Notes
It was still hard for him to go with everyone else was doing, at some point it seemed they all trusted each other. Something Hood has a hard time doing so, though he did know that it was something he should start doing if he and many others wanted to survive not only this cursed mission, but they whole zombie world as well. One of the last people to hop into the tank or... fortified bus as he liked to call it, Hood just randomly picked a seat, there wasn't a lot to choose from, or maybe there was, but he'd just stick with the first empty seat he could find and stare out the plastic window. Not that there was a whole lot to see with those metal wires in front of it.
Te new guy playing the guitar was something different, and Hood was surprised there would be anyone else beside him that would play the instrument so well. Yep, he enjoyed the music, silence would do good by breaking, not to mention it would wake everyone up and keep them alert. On the downside he didn't feel a need to turn around and applaud, this was a mission, not a happy vacation trip where they would all spend a weekend in Disney Land. Listening to the mayor rant about the mission slightly got Hood's attention, yet the man's expectation would prove just a bit too high too achieve it to the letter. "He should be happy if we can bring back one living person, that isn't infected back to the fort. And I think supplies are scarce as well."
Arriving at the gate, every present survivor seemed to have gathered to wave them good-bye, wishing them good luck and whatnot. Yeah, cheering for others while they tend to sit on their asses and wait was more the answer for Hood. When the gates shut close behind them, Hood slightly moved his head, nodding a little before leaning with his elbow on the small railing of the window, letting his cheek rest on his fist as he did so. And here we will start the rescue mission. Well, I got to give everyone here credit for their optimism about finding a bus full of survivors and supplies. Hood would stare into blank space as Spike had taken the wheel and drove them to their destination.
Te new guy playing the guitar was something different, and Hood was surprised there would be anyone else beside him that would play the instrument so well. Yep, he enjoyed the music, silence would do good by breaking, not to mention it would wake everyone up and keep them alert. On the downside he didn't feel a need to turn around and applaud, this was a mission, not a happy vacation trip where they would all spend a weekend in Disney Land. Listening to the mayor rant about the mission slightly got Hood's attention, yet the man's expectation would prove just a bit too high too achieve it to the letter. "He should be happy if we can bring back one living person, that isn't infected back to the fort. And I think supplies are scarce as well."
Arriving at the gate, every present survivor seemed to have gathered to wave them good-bye, wishing them good luck and whatnot. Yeah, cheering for others while they tend to sit on their asses and wait was more the answer for Hood. When the gates shut close behind them, Hood slightly moved his head, nodding a little before leaning with his elbow on the small railing of the window, letting his cheek rest on his fist as he did so. And here we will start the rescue mission. Well, I got to give everyone here credit for their optimism about finding a bus full of survivors and supplies. Hood would stare into blank space as Spike had taken the wheel and drove them to their destination.
OOC Notes
They had barely gotten out of the city when Spike heard a few gunshots. He didn't flinch, like a normal person should have done, but merely shifted the rear view mirror so he could watch as Goth dismantled the Tank to turn the emergency exit in the back into another shooting port. He had the feeling that such a move would either save them or bite them in the ass later on, but for now, he didn't think about it, because Luke was speaking up.
"Spike..we should set up a formation for entry when we're searching, we'll need someone to be at the back watching our tails; they may not be bright, but it only takes one loud noise to bring in a horde, and that's when we're fucked." The man says, looking up to Spike, then over again to his wife.
"That's a good idea. Whenever we stop I'll park us so that we can make a quick escape if things go bad," Spike says, trying to think up a plan and not sound like a idiot at the same time. After all, the only training he'd had was how to cook and manage a restaurant and how to bandage a knife cut in the kitchen or preform CPR on a patron. "Maybe two teams of three? Ghost and two others can stay here on board and the others can step outside. One can stay outside the building, two enter? Does that make any sense or am I just talking out of my ass again?" He laughs a little. When he gets nervous he starts to ramble on a bit and sometimes gets off topic. "You've got more experience in this kind of thing, right? I'll go with whatever plan you come up with..."
Up ahead he saw a few signs, one of which stated that if they took the next right they'd end up on the interstate. For a moment he thought about going that way, then remembered what things had been like the last time he'd traveled down such a road. Cars everywhere, some of them wrecked, others just abandoned. There was no way he could get this huge bus through there, not to mention the fact that they could easily get caught up somewhere then ambushed, either by the zed or bandits. So he keeps going forward, and reaches back, taking the atlas left by the mayor.
"Alright folks, according to this our first destination is about ten miles down this way, so it shouldn't take us long to get there," He says, hopefully loud enough that every, well, maybe not Ghost simply because he was basically on the roof, could hear him, "Say's on here it's pharmacy of some sort."
"Spike..we should set up a formation for entry when we're searching, we'll need someone to be at the back watching our tails; they may not be bright, but it only takes one loud noise to bring in a horde, and that's when we're fucked." The man says, looking up to Spike, then over again to his wife.
"That's a good idea. Whenever we stop I'll park us so that we can make a quick escape if things go bad," Spike says, trying to think up a plan and not sound like a idiot at the same time. After all, the only training he'd had was how to cook and manage a restaurant and how to bandage a knife cut in the kitchen or preform CPR on a patron. "Maybe two teams of three? Ghost and two others can stay here on board and the others can step outside. One can stay outside the building, two enter? Does that make any sense or am I just talking out of my ass again?" He laughs a little. When he gets nervous he starts to ramble on a bit and sometimes gets off topic. "You've got more experience in this kind of thing, right? I'll go with whatever plan you come up with..."
Up ahead he saw a few signs, one of which stated that if they took the next right they'd end up on the interstate. For a moment he thought about going that way, then remembered what things had been like the last time he'd traveled down such a road. Cars everywhere, some of them wrecked, others just abandoned. There was no way he could get this huge bus through there, not to mention the fact that they could easily get caught up somewhere then ambushed, either by the zed or bandits. So he keeps going forward, and reaches back, taking the atlas left by the mayor.
"Alright folks, according to this our first destination is about ten miles down this way, so it shouldn't take us long to get there," He says, hopefully loud enough that every, well, maybe not Ghost simply because he was basically on the roof, could hear him, "Say's on here it's pharmacy of some sort."
OOC Notes
Kurami was looking out the back window when she noticed a few zombies in alleys they passed, she knew not to fire at them, for one, they were too far away, and two, there were only like three. Kurami wasnt one to get nervous, he didnt reall have that side of a personality. "So how far from the Fort are we, incase this ragedy old bus wants to break down. And the mayor missed one thing on the bus, a dam air conditioner." Kurami was weating, mainly because she gets hot easier then most people. She then got up and walked to one of the supply crates that were in the bus and opened it to see what was in it. "Hmm, ammo, ammo, guns, a couple grenades, bigger guns, and no food." Goth was basically talking to her self as she was counting what was in the crates, and did the same to a couple others, all having the basic stuff. "Where did the Mayor get all this stuff, but ofcourse he doesnt give us food." She didnt like the mayor too much, he seemed too suspicous, he never went out to get food, not even in the bummed down market. Then she noticed there were smalelr crates that ahd all their names on it. 'Hood, Ghost, Goth, Luke, Riah, and Spike.' SHe pulled down the crates and slid them to the people. "Look like we got some presents, doubt it'll be what we truly want for christmas." What she truly wanted, could never happen, true happiness, and no zombies.
Once she gave everyone their crate she looked in hers, just some low quality food, and some fresh water, which she already had. But at the bottom was soemthing else, the mayor had gotten a picture of her family, which would normally bring a smile to someone, but not to Kurami. She threw the picture on the ground, break the glass on it, then stomping on it. No one knows what i feel, they think i want to be reminded of my family... She mumbled to her self, going back and sitting down, and laying back, out of everyones sight. But she knew that everyone had seen her do what she jut did, she didnt tell herself to do that, it just happened.
Once she gave everyone their crate she looked in hers, just some low quality food, and some fresh water, which she already had. But at the bottom was soemthing else, the mayor had gotten a picture of her family, which would normally bring a smile to someone, but not to Kurami. She threw the picture on the ground, break the glass on it, then stomping on it. No one knows what i feel, they think i want to be reminded of my family... She mumbled to her self, going back and sitting down, and laying back, out of everyones sight. But she knew that everyone had seen her do what she jut did, she didnt tell herself to do that, it just happened.
OOC Notes
Ten miles? Well, no one said they were going in for a quick run. It was good to have some quiet in a noisy bus, Hood just hoped on the fact that he could see more then just barbed wire, sky, barbed wire, trees, and after that even more barbed wire. All for our safety, yeah, yeah. I just hope the air doesn't smell too much of dead people. I'd rather like some nice fresh and cool air if we are ever going outside this prison vehicle. He silently overheard the plan Spike came up with, not such a bad idea at all, considering not only the safety of the vehicle. But he planned it out really basic, and that was what it should be. No complications, just basic rules and orders.
He had nearly fallen asleep from the ride, but the shoving of a crate near his side was interrupting that attempt. It seemed the Goth girl had found their prezzies that were supposed to be from the mayor, not that it could be much considering Hood had only been in Fort Grace for two days! All he could guess was that it was full of food supplies, or maybe there was something else. Ah, he'd open it whenever he felt like doing so. Once more the silent air in the bus got broken, this time the sound of breaking glass and angry stomping. It was enough commotion to make Hood turn his head around just to see what it was, Someone wasn't happy about his present... And he was right, the goth girl seemed to have smashed some sort of photo.
Out of curiosity Hood rose up from his seat, kneeling down to examine the picture. "I am curious as to why you would get angry over a picture. It doesn't look sad, neither does it give of an attempt to get angry about it," He paused, reaching for the photo as he stood up from his kneeling position. "I think you shouldn't trash photos, but rather treasure them as it is the only thing you'll ever have that lasts forever." He shrugged, laying the picture on one of the seats as he walked back to his own.
He'd thought it would be time for him to see what the mysterious package would hold. "One million prize, here we go." Hood pulled of the lid, staring inside with a slight frown. simple food and drinks, superb. He slowly put it down between his feet, making sure it wouldn't suddenly fall or whatever random accident could occur to it. Hood folded his arms, blowing away some of his hair as he let the side of his head fall on the side of the bus.
He had nearly fallen asleep from the ride, but the shoving of a crate near his side was interrupting that attempt. It seemed the Goth girl had found their prezzies that were supposed to be from the mayor, not that it could be much considering Hood had only been in Fort Grace for two days! All he could guess was that it was full of food supplies, or maybe there was something else. Ah, he'd open it whenever he felt like doing so. Once more the silent air in the bus got broken, this time the sound of breaking glass and angry stomping. It was enough commotion to make Hood turn his head around just to see what it was, Someone wasn't happy about his present... And he was right, the goth girl seemed to have smashed some sort of photo.
Out of curiosity Hood rose up from his seat, kneeling down to examine the picture. "I am curious as to why you would get angry over a picture. It doesn't look sad, neither does it give of an attempt to get angry about it," He paused, reaching for the photo as he stood up from his kneeling position. "I think you shouldn't trash photos, but rather treasure them as it is the only thing you'll ever have that lasts forever." He shrugged, laying the picture on one of the seats as he walked back to his own.
He'd thought it would be time for him to see what the mysterious package would hold. "One million prize, here we go." Hood pulled of the lid, staring inside with a slight frown. simple food and drinks, superb. He slowly put it down between his feet, making sure it wouldn't suddenly fall or whatever random accident could occur to it. Hood folded his arms, blowing away some of his hair as he let the side of his head fall on the side of the bus.
OOC Notes
"I am curious as to why you would get angry over a picture. It doesn't look sad, neither does it give of an attempt to get angry about it," Goth sat up hearing what Hood ahd to say. "I think you shouldn't trash photos, but rather treasure them as it is the only thing you'll ever have that lasts forever." She got furious at this, her whole facial expression changed to a angry one. "It reminds me of my family which were killed right infront of me, i wish not to remember them, and you think like everyone else does" Goth ahd one pistol i her hand, as if she was about to kill someone. "Yeah i know people had their family die infront of them also by zombies. But my family wasnt killed by zombies, humans, living people. And i dont mean bandits, i mean the people of Fort Grace! Shot and killed my family, my mom, my dad, and even my little fucking brother!" She stood up, with one gun in her hand, it looked as if she was about to shoot this kid. "No one here knows anything on how i feel, and i dont want to be reminded of my family ever! I dont want to treasure the memory of them being executed infront of my eyes, i rather have it be destroyed and forgoten forever, but that wont happen if people keep reminding me of them." Ig anyone was looking at Goth, which was everyone now, they could tell she was about to kill Hood.
OOC Notes
Hood heard the footsteps, once more footsteps of anger, the sound of a gun clicking as the footsteps grew louder. He'd just sigh, actually regretting the statement he had made just a second ago. "I am sorry you think that way about your family," He rose up from his seat, turning his face at the goth girl. "I guess I was wrong to state something from which I did not know anything about." He did not raise his head, nor did he move a muscle in his body from the gun pointing. Truthfully, it did scare him, it was one of the things he did not like too much, killed by another survivor. "You can shoot me all you want, but killing me won't take away the memory you have from your family getting killed."
He'd pause once more, why did he try and give advice again? Oh yeah, right. Anger wasn't something Hood could life with, a negative emotion like that only depresses everyone around you. His ears twitched from the goth girl saying not wanting to treasure the memory of execution, then why did she? Clearly if she didn't want to treasure it, then why did she react this way? "Then you should look at that picture and try to remember a more positive memory from your family, rather then that dark part in your life. I might not know anything about anyone from this group, and neither does anyone of you know me, but there is one thing that I know. Living on a memory like that will only devour you and make you just as insane as the zombies roaming around in these streets."
Hood slowly stepped back, even if he didn't show fear, he did fear that the girl would shoot nonetheless. People are unpredictable in a crisis, and this was such a crisis. He might not know anything about his family getting executed by living humans, but he knew how the loss of a family felt, it might not be the same case, but he too had to feel the loss of his family. He folded his hands in his pockets, his sapphire blue eyes looking at the girl through his blond hair. I made my say, now it is either death, or someone stops her from pulling the damned trigger.
He'd pause once more, why did he try and give advice again? Oh yeah, right. Anger wasn't something Hood could life with, a negative emotion like that only depresses everyone around you. His ears twitched from the goth girl saying not wanting to treasure the memory of execution, then why did she? Clearly if she didn't want to treasure it, then why did she react this way? "Then you should look at that picture and try to remember a more positive memory from your family, rather then that dark part in your life. I might not know anything about anyone from this group, and neither does anyone of you know me, but there is one thing that I know. Living on a memory like that will only devour you and make you just as insane as the zombies roaming around in these streets."
Hood slowly stepped back, even if he didn't show fear, he did fear that the girl would shoot nonetheless. People are unpredictable in a crisis, and this was such a crisis. He might not know anything about his family getting executed by living humans, but he knew how the loss of a family felt, it might not be the same case, but he too had to feel the loss of his family. He folded his hands in his pockets, his sapphire blue eyes looking at the girl through his blond hair. I made my say, now it is either death, or someone stops her from pulling the damned trigger.
OOC Notes
"Goth, please." Ghost says as he comes down and walks towards her. "I know how you feel, I lost my family too..." He says, pushing the gun down and away from Hood, standing between the two. "I watched them die in horrible accidents, both of my parents. I had to kill and steal for a living on the streets of Chicago, than I had to kill for the Mafia so I could live to see another day." he looks her in the eyes. "They were about to kill you too on that faithful day. I stepped in and saved you, so please, don't do anything that you will regret." he says calmly "Please, I put my life on the line to save yours, I'm begging you to not do anything to let the chance at life I gave you slip away."
OOC Notes
Goth was about to pull the trigger when Ghost came down and pushed the gun away. "I watched them die in horrible accidents, both of my parents. I had to kill and steal for a living on the streets of Chicago, than I had to kill for the Mafia so I could live to see another day." Ghost then looked Goth in the eyes "They were about to kill you too on that faithful day. I stepped in and saved you, so please, don't do anything that you will regret. Please, I put my life on the line to save yours, I'm begging you to not do anything to let the chance at life I gave you slip away." "Ok" Goth then put the gun away and sat back down in the back, calmer now. She felt horrible now, now hoping that no one would come talk to her, he just thought about what Ghost had said, Why would he save me? Save just a random girl... She thought to herself
Goth felt bad now, felt like an ass. Now probably everyone thinks im a crazy bitch She just turned around and looked out the window, trying to ignore everything around her. And now she didnt have the trust of most of the people on the bus, now she would have to watch her own back, because she didnt think they would watch hers now, besides Ghost anyways.
Goth felt bad now, felt like an ass. Now probably everyone thinks im a crazy bitch She just turned around and looked out the window, trying to ignore everything around her. And now she didnt have the trust of most of the people on the bus, now she would have to watch her own back, because she didnt think they would watch hers now, besides Ghost anyways.
OOC Notes
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OOC Notes
Mariah shook her head as Luke suggested she take a nap and he would wake her if something happened, "no, i'm fine. I don't really feel like sleeping now," she looked at him and gave him a slight smile. She didn't want to sleep while they were out and about in the metal death bus, nor did she find it easy to do so in any moving vehicle, so resting was out of the question for the time being. Though, she listened as he spoke to two of the other males with them; though, when Luke looked back to her and stated that she was difficult she laughed slightly, "i know i am, but if i wasn't i probably wouldn't be any fun."
Though, when Spike commented about what Luke had said and spoke out exactly his plan for what he thought would be a good idea for them to do, three people staying out while the other three actually go up to the building. She figured she might as well do something while she was there, so she looked at Spike, "i'll go outside with the other two if nobody else wishes to do so," she said to him, figuring it would be more interesting than sitting in the bus.
As a crate was pushed towards her by the other female, she opened it and nodded when she saw the food and water, it was better than nothing she supposed. She watched as Goth seemed to get rather angry at a picture that had been in her crate, she couldn't understand why she would get so mad about it, at least she got something from her past to look at. Though, as Hood went and inspected it before speaking to her and then how she flipped out, she looked at her strangely, "someone needs to calm down." Though, hearing the girl explanation about it made her feel a tad bit of sympathy for her, though she still thought she should calm down, and was rather glad when Hood and Ghost took hold of the situation.
Though, when Spike commented about what Luke had said and spoke out exactly his plan for what he thought would be a good idea for them to do, three people staying out while the other three actually go up to the building. She figured she might as well do something while she was there, so she looked at Spike, "i'll go outside with the other two if nobody else wishes to do so," she said to him, figuring it would be more interesting than sitting in the bus.
As a crate was pushed towards her by the other female, she opened it and nodded when she saw the food and water, it was better than nothing she supposed. She watched as Goth seemed to get rather angry at a picture that had been in her crate, she couldn't understand why she would get so mad about it, at least she got something from her past to look at. Though, as Hood went and inspected it before speaking to her and then how she flipped out, she looked at her strangely, "someone needs to calm down." Though, hearing the girl explanation about it made her feel a tad bit of sympathy for her, though she still thought she should calm down, and was rather glad when Hood and Ghost took hold of the situation.
OOC Notes
Spike had been watching things from the rear view mirror, saying nothing up until this point. His own package sat unopened on the dash of the bus, and he didn't feel like opening it yet, not after seeing the reaction Goth had had to what was inside her own box. He didn't know her, but as they spoke he realized what this was all about, and as it began to escalate, with the gun being drawn and pointed at people, he drew the line.
"Alright...that's it..." He says, then suddenly slams on the breaks, which would cause anyone standing up to fall to the floor then slide down the aisle towards him, "Enough of this bullshit! What the hell are you kids griping about now?!" With this he turns the key, shutting the bus down, and takes the keys out of the ignition. Outside the few zombies that he'd been seeing were starting to notice and gather. "The whole point of this mission is to save people, not to bicker! We've all got some tragic past here, but if you can't deal with that without waiving a gun around at your fellow human beings, then got off my damned bus!" Standing just on the other side of the bus door now was a zombie, slapping at the door, wanting in, wanting flesh, and they were not quickly being surrounded, "Now, say your sorry, or don't, I don't care, but sit down, then shut up! We've got a long road ahead of us and I won't allow fighting amongst ourselves in here, got it?!"
This was the first time Spike had shown any real emotion since he'd come to Fort Grace. Up until now, he'd just been wearing a mask, playing the role of the good, simple man just trying to survive, but he was growing tired of that. Standing now at the front of the bus, one hand on the back of his seat and the other on the door opening switch, his eyes are colder, darker than they'd been before. It almost seems like the area around him has grown darker due to his anger.
"Alright...that's it..." He says, then suddenly slams on the breaks, which would cause anyone standing up to fall to the floor then slide down the aisle towards him, "Enough of this bullshit! What the hell are you kids griping about now?!" With this he turns the key, shutting the bus down, and takes the keys out of the ignition. Outside the few zombies that he'd been seeing were starting to notice and gather. "The whole point of this mission is to save people, not to bicker! We've all got some tragic past here, but if you can't deal with that without waiving a gun around at your fellow human beings, then got off my damned bus!" Standing just on the other side of the bus door now was a zombie, slapping at the door, wanting in, wanting flesh, and they were not quickly being surrounded, "Now, say your sorry, or don't, I don't care, but sit down, then shut up! We've got a long road ahead of us and I won't allow fighting amongst ourselves in here, got it?!"
This was the first time Spike had shown any real emotion since he'd come to Fort Grace. Up until now, he'd just been wearing a mask, playing the role of the good, simple man just trying to survive, but he was growing tired of that. Standing now at the front of the bus, one hand on the back of his seat and the other on the door opening switch, his eyes are colder, darker than they'd been before. It almost seems like the area around him has grown darker due to his anger.
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Luke had been ignoring the situation even when the little crate was pushed into his lap placing it down on the ground between his feet holding it there as the bus came to a halt. He listened to spikes words and then looked back at the young kids. He looked towards Spike calmly. "Sit down Spike...get us moving again unless you feel like becoming one of those things that are starting to surround us.." He said he turned his attention to the goth girl. "Hey little girl get ahold of yourself...me and Mariah lost our kids to this bullshit, and if you feel like shooting someone we'll throw you out and let you kill some zombies, but until then sit down...shut up and don't point that gun at anything living again, because I will kill you without a bit of sympathy."
His voice was cold, but calm and he wasn't joking, any of these people put his or Mariah's life in danger he would not hesitate to end their lives, he had lost his son and daughter and he would not lose anyone else. He exhaled calmly. This wasn't something he would not want to go through again, and if they all understood where he was coming from they'd know to do as he said. He didn't spend time in the military, or as a swat officer to let children fuck up his chances of survival
His voice was cold, but calm and he wasn't joking, any of these people put his or Mariah's life in danger he would not hesitate to end their lives, he had lost his son and daughter and he would not lose anyone else. He exhaled calmly. This wasn't something he would not want to go through again, and if they all understood where he was coming from they'd know to do as he said. He didn't spend time in the military, or as a swat officer to let children fuck up his chances of survival
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"God damn it you asshole!" ghost yells as he bangs his head on the floor. "Who died and made you leader of this mission anyways Spike?" He glares at the man, than heads back into his spot on the roof. "I hate everyone, except for Goth. For some reason, I can't be mad at her..." he says as he kills some zombies that were trying to break in.
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Goth tried to ignore everyone, but couldnt do it "We've all got some tragic past here, but if you can't deal with that without waiving a gun around at your fellow human beings, then got off my damned bus!" After that comment it broke her, she then started digging through the crates, taking out 2 assault rifles and a couple clips, while doing this Luke yelled at her "Hey little girl get ahold of yourself...me and Mariah lost our kids to this bullshit, and if you feel like shooting someone we'll throw you out and let you kill some zombies, but until then sit down...shut up and don't point that gun at anything living again, because I will kill you without a bit of sympathy." She just ignored his yelling, and slung the assualt rifles of her shoulders, each had a sling, and now were on her back like an X shape. Goth got up and walked by anyone and up to Spike, "Im sorry for what i just caused, it hard for me to control my emotions, so i guess i cant deal without, so open up that bus door, and let me out." She said as she pulled one assualt rifle out and walked up, waiting for the door to open, this whole time she kept her head hung low.
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Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
Oh wow, sorry to hear about that. I hope your grandfather gets better, I know what that's like. Don't be in any hurry, take your time with posting, we're in no hurry here...well, I'm not anyway.
Also, I'll be starting back with school tomorrow. I doubt it'll affect this much, but if I don't show up for a day then it's cause I came hope from school and passed out, lol.
Also, I'll be starting back with school tomorrow. I doubt it'll affect this much, but if I don't show up for a day then it's cause I came hope from school and passed out, lol.
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
Sorry I've been pretty busy with the holiday and all that not to mention my family's kinda having a hard time my grandfather's in the hopsital and was in critcal condition (last we heard) so I've been unable to think of a decent post..I'm working on one right now though.
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
I'm in no hurry, it's just that it's been a few days and no one else has posted...
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
If you give me some time I will come up with a post.
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
So, anyone else gonna post? If not then I'll have Spike move the bus into the 'run the hell away' position then get out and start killing stuff.
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
Fine, I'll make it work. I'll kick the bloody door down, and start shooting. Any Questions? No? Good, lets get to work.
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
I don't have anything to post, aside from the obvious 'Hey we've arrived!' thing.
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
uuuh don't really know how to post to be honest kinda at a wtf in the moment XD
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
Crazy goth girl that cant control emotions is back. ANd i would post, but i want others to post before me (Luke, Hood, Riah
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
You got that right, Ghost is completely crushing on Goth if you haven't realized it yet.
Another thing, when is anyone else going to post?
Another thing, when is anyone else going to post?
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
Ok he edited it. Im im guessing Ghost has a crush on Goth, ill go with it. Also, im a drama artist, i come up with ideas for drama, so when you want drama just pm me, or if u want me to tone down the drama tell me in OOC or OCC whatever this is called.
EDIT: Im going to be gone Today (Sunday) Tommorow (Monday) and Tuesday (Day After Monday)
EDIT: Im going to be gone Today (Sunday) Tommorow (Monday) and Tuesday (Day After Monday)
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
I'm not sure he's going to change his post. I'll PM him about it, but go ahead and just ignore it for now I guess. I have no intention of taking the plot in that direction...that direction wouldn't make it a zombie rp, but a run from the law rp...
So, yeah, go ahead and post and ignore that last one.
So, yeah, go ahead and post and ignore that last one.
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
Can i post, or should i wait for him to change his post?
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
Alright, Commisar_Gaunt, I'm gonna have to ask you to edit your post...you can't just destroy a town for no reason without my say so, alright?
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
ATTENTION PEOPLES! I forgot to emntion, Kurami has multiple personalities so yeah, just remind yall
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
First post up, feel free to post whenever you get the time.
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
Alright, everyone's character looks good, everyone is approved. ^_^ I'll get the rp going here in just a little while.
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
Same here, submitted! Hope SHE'S ok. Yes its a girl, who said girls cant kill zombie.
Re: [OOC] Looking for Hope: A Zombie Survival Story
Okay, submitted a character. Hope he's okay... If not, well PM me or just state it in the OOC.
