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Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Sat Oct 06, 2007 10:53 pm

Nobody knows when it began, really. There were so many theories that it would be impossible to recount them all here. From the naysayers to the soothsayers to the doomsayers, it seemed everything just descended into chaos. Some blamed the heavens, some blamed each other.

But when it's the end of the world, it doesn't really matter, now does it?


Truth be told, it began in a town called Saint's Rest, somewhere out in the American Midwest. An arcade, a few nice restaurants -- All in all, a fairly nice place to live, if not a tad uneventful. That changed quickly.

It was a sunny but cold December day. A man was brought into Saint's Rest's biggest hospital, Mountain Homestead Care. A hunter, he was out that day, and had been gone for quite some time. He stumbled back to the city limits, where he was picked up by an elderly couple. Feverish and pale, the man kept talking about his mother.

The trio arrived at MHC, where the emergency team took over. He had some kind of bite, and judging by his slowing heartrate, some kind of poisonous animal was the culprit. He expired just forty-five minutes after his arrival. The cause of death was marked as an attack by a wild animal, and the case was closed.

It didn't stay closed very long.

Less than an hour after the man was taken to the morgue, he got back up. His eyes gleaming with homicidal intent, he lunged upon the nearest assistant, and sank his teeth into his neck. Blood spraying wildly, the head of the morgue managed to push the man onto a table and strap him down. Calling for help, the head made the mistake of turning his back.

The assistant died shortly after from blood loss. Ten minutes after, he himself got back up. Two became three, and they poured out into the hospital proper. Three became seven. Seven became ten. Ten became sixteen. Sixteen became twenty-two. It continued, and before long, the entire hospital became a bloodbath. And then the madness poured into the streets.

OOC: This is where you come in. You are a resident of Saint's Rest, at the beginning of the outbreak. The RP will focus around the survivors trying to survive the infection in their own ways. Be it fleeing the city, barricading themselves somewhere, or actively fighting back. First off, I will need a small bio from each participant, following the below template:

Name
Age
Job
Body Style (Slender, heavy, et cetera)
Physical Description
Short Background

The outbreak proper will begin when there is a single player. Others can come and go as they please. I will also need a short description of where the character would theoretically be at 4 PM on an average weekday.

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Thurman on Sun Oct 07, 2007 7:45 pm

Name : Neal Smallwood
Age : 19
Job : Miner From West Virginia
Body Style : A working mans build, tall with arms of acceptable size for lifting and labor.
Physical Description : A tough guy, burly and rugged, stands about 6’ 1” and has an interesting scar running the entire measure of his back. Dark brown hair, falling just so over his face and shoulders. Never seen without a smile, though your reaction to this, may not to him give a hug.
Short Background : Brought up in the hills of Appalachia, his life was one of pure content and simplicity. His life was, from his understanding, mint for no more than the mines. His father had lost his life there, his brother, an arm, but none of this mattered. This was this, and that was that, his mother was kind and fed him well, though money had been running out, he had no other way. It was his 13th birthday, and instead of an interesting toy, or bike, he was given a pick axe. That’s just how things were. Years went by, and things went alright for him and his family, until that day. A letter came from a town called Saint's Rest, somewhere out in the American Midwest. It contained information about his father, and instructed the most able bodied member of the family to come and receive his “Lost Inheritance.”

It was his believe that his father had been involved in something, something wrong. But he never knew what, they had found something of his. Maybe it could answer some unasked questions, or at least, keep his family feed for the next year or so…

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Mon Oct 08, 2007 8:20 am

[ooc]I suppose a quick rundown of our town is in order. The hospital, unfortunately or not, lies very near towards the center of town, near the courthouse. The city is arranged in a crescent shape, bordered on one side by a river. There are five roads out of town, three of which are bridges over the river, and one of which is under construction and may be blocked off.

There are two fire stations, at polar ends of the city.
There is one police station, adjacent to the courthouse.
There is a gymnasium, ran by a local man.
There is a small exposition center. Bands come to play occasionally. Or, they used to.
There are three diners, arranged in a roughly equilateral triangle shape.
There are several restaurants, of varying kinds.
There are three gas stations, one on the functioning mainland road out of town, and two within the city itself.
There is a large residential area on the east side of town, encompassing about 50% of the town itself. These residences range from mild suburban houses to large estates.
There is a commercial area of town, which contains several office buildings.
There is a scientific research facility off to the west of the center of town.

If you need further information, let me know.

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Thurman on Mon Oct 08, 2007 2:15 pm

This info should do me just fine, now, I guess we'll start, so GM, you'll be putting me in some sort of situation now...?

I'm excited to play, lets rock this bitch...!

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Mon Oct 08, 2007 2:51 pm

Allie:
It was a lousy day, all in all. The customers were few, the tips were scarce. Lounging about boredly, a waiter was skipping through radio stations. Each of them seemed to have the same message, about some kind of riot or something going on at the hospital. A real mess, from the sounds of it. Multiple people dead, many injured with no place to go. The police weren't doing very well either, according to the media, but can you really trust the media?

A loud bump came from the window. Looking over, a man had slammed himself into it, but not nearly hard enough to break it. His impact had splattered blood in a strange fan-shape across the glass. He looked to have a greivous head wound, and was clearly very dazed.

Neal:
Still no word from that lawyer about the inheritance, surprisingly enough. It had been nearly a week, and still no word. In hindsight, perhaps trusting him wasn't the wisest idea. A great public-relations smile, black hair greased straight back, and a greedy streak a mile wide, no doubt.

You were walking down the street, after visiting the lawyer's office. No surprise there -- A Closed sign hung in the window, but he was almost definitely there. Having an apartment nearby was an advantage, so you didn't have to drive there, at least. Getting late in the afternoon, though, and your stomach was beginning to growl. Ahead was a diner, maybe you could get something there.

As you drew nearer, you saw a group of, oh, about ten people walking -- no, shambling in the opposite direction. In your direction. A low moan traveled on the wind, along with the sheered-copper smell of blood.

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby La Tasha on Mon Oct 08, 2007 4:30 pm

Allie sighed and looked at her tips, This isn't good. She looked around and saw a customer looking at her as if she wanted something. Allie put on her bright smile and asked what she wanted. After she brought the woman a refill of coffee, she heard the fuss. Probably the teenage boys that hang around this street. Until she heard a bump on the window, as she looked up her eyes grow big as saucers. There were bodies everywhere outside! This man slammed into the glass and on purpose it seemed! What was going on?! Allie started to panic as she thought about her friends that worked at the hospital. She went straight to the phone and started dailing numbers.
1234.. Tell me that you love me more...

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Thurman on Mon Oct 08, 2007 10:21 pm

Neal Smallwood : Reaction :

“Hay“ he enquires, “What’s wrong with ya‘ll, did someone... he didn’t at first, but then, begin to account for just how many people was there. “Hey now, uuuh, yeah, what’s going on…? Do ya‘ll need a phone…?” They inch closer and closer to him, he’s starting to understand something’s wrong… At this point he begin backing up, as he did, he noticed something. One of them, a young woman, seems to be covered in blood just above her chest , and around her mouth. He didn’t want to believe it, and at first he thought it was all a joke, this couldn’t be real, it was way too much like a movie to be real… But then, a woman, coming out of nowhere screams, I saw what you did to her…! And with a large fence post, beats one of them to the ground. He looks on in horror, as they ravage her into nothing, not even leaving behind a body to become, one of them. Quickly he ran, not out of fear, but because he knew he needed something to fight them off with… So he went as fast as he could, away, in the other direction, he saw more of them along the way, but stops to help no one, because he knows now, these people simply can’t be saved… He makes it about a mile by road, cutting through yards and small patches of forest. He came out at a strange place, no different in looks than the rest of this little town, but strange because, It’s a small suburb of the city itself around midday. This little village however, wile usually full off laughter and the sound of children on there bikes and big wheeels , was now completely barren, with no one in sight…

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Tue Oct 09, 2007 12:48 am

Allie:
Dialing 911 frantically, you heard the man banging on the door now. He had worked his way around the edge of the building, and was now struggling with the outward-swinging storm door. It would appear he couldn't figure it out just yet. The door is flimsy aluminum, however, and you knew it wouldn't hold him back long.

"All circuits are busy. Please hold, until an operator comes available." The voice in your ear nearly startled you, as the man's flailings had momentarily distracted you from the phone.

There was a wrenching sound as the door gives in a little bit. One of the waiters, in strange curiosity, moves to open it.

Neal:
This little suburb was quiet. Very quiet, in fact. You heard no dogs, no cats, no birds, not even so much as an insect call. Most of the driveways were empty, garages were open, cars were gone. It would appear people were already evacuating. Ahead of you, one of the houses caught your eye... It's bright yellow, and didn't appear to have suffered any damage from the initial riots. It might be good for a shelter.

Whatever you choose to do, you had better make it fast. The wind is blowing your direction, and the faint smell of blood is unmistakable. The group will be on you shortly.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby heather_marie_anoki on Tue Oct 09, 2007 6:50 pm

Name: Alicia Meadows
Age: 18
Job: She doesn't really have a job. She's busy with her senior year of high school. However, she does babysit for neighbors sometimes.
Body Style: Medium build. Slightly athletic.
Physical Description: Long black naturally curly hair and beautiful green eyes. Alicia stands about 5'5''.
Short Backgroud: Alicia is your typical teenage girl. Though she does have a side mommy and daddy doesn't know about. There really isn't anything special that sets her apart. She plays volleyball and softball for her high school team and while she isn't the best player, she does have a few college offers. She tends to be an adverage student, making mostly A's and B's. Her parent's have lived here all of their lives and she herself was born and raised here. They live in a modest house. Not too big, not too little. One-story brick house with lots of flower beds out front and a swingset in the back.
((As a side note, since this has already started, I'd like to have her start out in her room, doing homework and listening to the radio.))
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Thurman on Tue Oct 09, 2007 7:00 pm

What will Neil do...?

Neil slowly walks into this little town, he sees nothing he can use as a weapon, nowhere to go, it’s real trouble. This house set aside, it’s yellow, and vary large, if no one was inside, then surely, he could find refuge there. As he makes his way closer, he sees it, the house has a large, wrap around balcony, if he can get on that, he’ll be able to see things coming from all sides. The smell in the air is too much to stand, and he knows, he’ll have to work fast. Running, he trips, and gashes his hand on the sidewalk. Quickly he stands, and makes his ways to the yellow house. Once there, be breaks a high window, so not to break the doors frame, letting everything else in. And climbs in. “Thank god, it’s ok in here…” He works his way around, and finds the steps, franticly, he climbs up to the second story. He’s now in a bed room, and there, covered by waving silk drapes, was the door and windows to the balcony. The smell was now coming in the house with the wind, but soon he would outside again so it really didn’t matter. He stumbles out onto the this balcony and looks up at the road he just ran to get this far. His face is drained of color, as he sees what may have been his fate, 3 no 4 of these things, were now walking that same road. It wouldn’t be all that bad of curse , if he hadn’t seen the one in back, licking the blood he dripped from his hand, off the ground, like water in a place where it never rains. “Damn, I’ll have to tell my buddy Steve about this…”

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Tue Oct 09, 2007 9:57 pm

Alicia:
There was a knock at the door, or perhaps that was being a tad generous. It was closer to being a "bump", really. You heard your father answer it, as is his usual way. The hinges needed to be oiled, but that was the kind of thing nobody could ever remember while you were near the hardware store.

You heard your mother say something in a concerned voice, but you couldn't tell what it was from behind your closed door. Then she shrieked. There was a tussling sound, then a muffled thud. Rapid footsteps down the hallway. Your door opened, and your mother rushed in your room without knocking -- A habit you could never get her to break. She was white as a ghost and shaking madly. She stood blankly, not moving, scarcely breathing. As if waking from a dream, she frantically turned and shut the door behind her, twisting the locking mechanism and backing away from the door, as if expecting it to bite her.

Neil:
One of the group, the blood-drinker, had seen you enter the house. Just one -- the rest were otherwise distracted -- but that was all it took. The lone creature, moaning like a melancholy wind, began to slam itself against the door, demonstrating a singlemindedness that was somehow disconcerting. Another, noticing the racket, shuffled over and began to do the same. Soon, a third joined in, and a fourth. The doorframe cracked around the hinges. It was letting go, and fast at that.

As if that wasn't bad enough, there was a shuffling sound upstairs. Something up there was stirring.

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Alicia was laying on her stomach in her room when her mother burst in. She nearly jumped out of her skin. Turning to give her mom a "What the heck are you doing?!?" she froze. Never had she seen her mother so frightened. "Mom, what's going on?" She wouldn't answer. Alicia grabbed her by her shoulders and made her look at her. "Mom! What's going on? Where's Dad?" "Dead...so much blood...Dead....so much blood...." The color drained from Alicia's face and she ran to the window and nearly screamed at what she saw.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Tue Oct 09, 2007 10:25 pm

Alicia:
Your mother slumped down on your bed, her head lowered and her hair covering her face.

Upon looking outside, you immediately turned away. Just below your window, your neighbor had her teenaged son pinned to the ground. Her teeth were digging viciously into his throat, and pulling away long tatters of flesh... Possibly even more disturbingly is the fact he seemed to be squirming around. From the looks of the bloodspatters all around, there was no way he could still be alive... Yet, there he was -- Yes, he was definitely alive. He shoved his mother off and shakily stood up, his eyes soulless and rimmed with blood.

These selfsame eyes roll around, almost lazily, and fall upon you at the window. His eyes widen, and he begins to lumber towards the window. It was almost too much to bear. You had had dinner with these people, chuckled at the young man's off-color jokes, and had only recently graduated with him. His mother was no saint, but she was not an awful woman by any means...

Your mother stirred a bit behind you.

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Alicia backed away from the window, her hand over her mouth. Zombies. Oh God! This is a dream. It has to be.We've got to get out. Looking around her room, she quickly grabbed her softball bat. Louisville Slugger. She remembered her friend saying that you could bash their heads in, and seeing as how she didn't have a gun, this seemed the best option. She nearly laughed. To think that all her friend's rambling about zombies that she ignored most of the time, was actually right. Ironic.

She bent down to her mom. "Mom, we need to get out of here."

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Allie cursed under her breath when she didn't get her call through. She grew jumpy as the man kept banging on the door. Something was not right at all! She called to the waiter as he went to the door. "Don't open it!", she cried out. There was something very disturbing about the man outside and until she found out what it was; he wasn't getting in!

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Thu Oct 11, 2007 2:44 pm

Allie:
It was too late. The door fell inward, the waiter entangled in the bleeding man's grasping hands. The waiter screamed in pain as the man sank his teeth into his neck, then let out an angry growl and shoved the man out the door, holding his neck with his free hand.

There was an agonizing moment as the flesh of the waiter's throat stretched and then tore, a mouthful going to the creature now outside. The waiter slammed the door shut, locking it, then fell back onto his ass, whimpering like a child and pressing his hand to his throat. Blood ran between his fingers at an alarming rate.

"Jerk... bit me..." was all the waiter said, then his eyes closed. The creature outside chewed contentedly on its mouthful, then without hesitation, began to slam itself against the door again. It was still hungry.

Alicia:
The wait was nearly unbearable. Your mother sat, blankly looking at the floor. At last, after what seemed like an eternity, she looked up at you. Her eyes were haunted, glassy, and scared, but assuredly still human.

"Oh... This room is a mess... You'll have to clean it up before your aunt and uncle come..." She spoke softly. Clearly she was living in another time, another place. Somewhere not as frightening.

There was a thud at the window. The neighbor boy, in all his reanimated terror, slammed his body into the window pane over and over again. A spidery crack appeared at one corner, and began to spread quickly.
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Alicia nearly screamed. She shook her mother and jerked her to her feet none too easily. "Mom, we've got to get out of here!" She opened her door and pulled her mother through, closing it fimly behind her. Now where to go? The back door.

Dragging her mother through the house, Alicia ran to the back door. She didn't see her father anywhere. When she reached the back door, her stomach sank. There was no way she was going to get out of her house. They were trapped.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Fri Oct 12, 2007 4:42 pm

OOC: I've come to a question, and I want my players' opinions. Should I join this RP with a character of my own, or should I continue to exclusively GM? You can leave your answers in your next IC post, if you don't mind. Thanks, and keep it up -- It's going really well.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Obscuro on Sun Oct 14, 2007 1:14 am

Name: Jonathan Adam Hatchling
Age: 20
Job: Mental patient
Body Style: Slender but wiry.
Physical Description: His skin is pale and his hair is long, black, and stops just below his chin. His eyes are brown, so deep a brown they are almost black, and…. Finally… His teeth. His teeth seem to have come in upside down making them sharp and jagged. This seems to be complemented by an almost “filed sharp
Short background: I’m completely normal; IT’S EVERYONE ELSE THAT’S THE FREAK! I didn’t pick to have this smile you know, I was just born like this. So I’m not one of these muscle headed inbred jerks. All I wanted to do was work in shop class, maybe read some. I wasn’t hurting anyone. All they could do is torment me. I didn’t want to fight them, but I just took so many beatings. That day when they cornered me in the wood shop, when they started beating me with the 2 by 4s… I swear when it happened I heard something in my head snap.
When I came to myself the three that had been turned into the nicest living armchair I had ever seen. What a beautiful art it was to brake bones and twist muscles into things. It was so amazing. The next day I went to school with all of my best tools. Soon I had armchairs made out of real arms and a real leather trench coat made out of faces. I think I had been working for almost a year in various places when the police finally caught me. When they locked me down I started reading the papers, AND THEY CALLED ME NAMES TOO! Names like “Crazy Hatchling,” “Johnny the Carpenter,” and “Smiling Johnny” I HATED THOSE NAMES! I HATED THAT LIFE! So I gave it up. My identity was something different. It came to me one night after I had just finished making one of my gut buster bombs, as the dark circled around me I knew what to call myself. Johnny was dead, beaten to death in high school wood shop… my name… my name is…. MY NAME IS OBSCURO!
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Tue Oct 16, 2007 11:21 am

Alicia:
There was already a crowd out back. That was definitely out. You looked down the hallway, feeling your fingertips dig into the friction tape around the baseball bat. The creature that originally intruded in your house was shambling slowly down the hallway.

That's not the first thing that caught your attention, though.

It's your father.

...Blankly staring. Eyes rimmed with blood. A chunk missing from his throat. Blood down his shirt and all over the floor. He spotted you, his mouth dropped open, and a hellish moan issued forth. He trembled all over, then ran towards you, his hands outstretched and grasping. The front door was still open behind him, and the front yard appeared to be relatively clear.

"Oh, there you are, darling... What a mess! Did you cut yourself in the garage...?" Your mother stepped forward, her voice warbling in and out like a badly tuned radio. She stepped calmly into your father's arms. He closed his arms around her, and sank his teeth into her throat.

Obscuro:

God, it was boring here. Plain old metal furniture. It just wasn't natural! They wouldn't even let you have sheets, since you were on suicide watch. You couldn't help but fill your room with hypothetical furniture made from the pretty girl who brought your food to you, or the guy who came to change your clothes, or the odd-smelling woman who sponge-bathed you.

They didn't understand, quite frankly.

But it didn't matter; someday you'd be out of here and be able to craft lovely furniture once more. One day, sometime in December, there was a great crash from the cell block next to yours. People ran by, followed by people who shambled by. None of them paid any attention to you, since you were safe behind your padded door. A day or two passed, and the food stopped coming.

The door swung open, with no apparent reason why. Looks like your Get Out of Jail Free card just came into effect. Except in this case, it's a Get Out of the Loony Bin card, but the concept is the same.

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