( OPEN ) GAME START.

[monstermasher]

▶ WHO: Everyone.
▶ DATE: July 9th, 2015 (Day 1)
▶ WARNINGS: Blood, violence, general zombie horror.
▶ SUMMARY: You've met with a bad... however that line goes. Welcome to Earth.

GOOD MORNING!

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Please try and ignore whatever it is that you just heard. It should only last for up to a minute... maybe.

It... it is morning, right?

There are no windows.

There's a light, but it's barely considered one. The compound runs on a solar generator, but that doesn't mean it has a lot of power. The light seems to be hanging from the ceiling, swinging precariously. That's when you might actually start to wake up, sit up, find the things that are familiar to you... and then some of the things that aren't. It'd be wise to explore the small room you're in before leaving through the steel door, but there's nobody around to tell you that.

Outside is a tightly knit compound, just as dark and metallic as the room. The hallway you're in houses dozens more doors identical to yours, and if you're unlucky there may be more people poking their heads out through them, just like you. There's a dull glowing sign that reads MEDICAL BAY but not all of you remember being hurt. Some of you may be just fine, apart from the memory of the sound you heard when waking up.

The Medical Bay is stocked with enough medicine to last a couple of months. There's almost everything that can be found in a hospital. Somebody was thinking ahead.

Outside of the Medical Bay are more doors, some are even locked—many aren't. There are living quarters, a food storage, a kitchen, some laboratories; even a room full of computers and nothing else, all with a screen asking for a password. There's only two doors out of the compound, a vehicle bay with what appear to be a few military jeeps and trucks, and the front doors. It's on the inside of the front doors that something is painted in bright red, flecked with what smell like blood:

DO NOT GO OUTSIDE WITHOUT A GUN AND WATER.
GUNSHOTS ATTRACT THEM.
HOLLOWS IS 1.3 MILES NORTH OF HERE.
GOOD LUCK.

And on the outside of the doors, if you choose to open them:

THE WORLD ENDED JULY 3RD, 2015.

Now... how long ago was that? And where is this place? Luckily for you, Hollows is a small town that can be raided. It hasn't been too long since the apocalypse—surely you'll be able to find something there. Batteries, food, weapons, maybe some people—and what you're guaranteed to find. Them, whatever that means.

Outside of the compound there's a fence with a single gate. Nothing can get past this unless you let them in for tea, so be careful. There's a shooting range and a large shed full of weapons and ammo, enough to last two months if you're careful. Guns, knives, anything that would be used by the military and police is hidden away in the shed. There are even a few hunting bows with arrows.

If you climb up the ladder to the top of the wall, there's enough room to walk along the top. There's definitely something moving in the distance, something you should definitely be worrying about. Maybe it's time to get a good look with a sniper rifle...?

Oh.

It's gone.

Maybe it was just a trick of the light. Regardless, it's impossible for everyone to stay in the compound forever. There are nefarious things at work! The choices are to go to Hollows, stick around, or go somewhere else. Really, the world is almost a blank slate. Maybe more of a used slate, but still yours to explore.

When the night comes, you should be hiding. The screamers, the ragers, whatever the hell they are, are running full tilt through the streets and across the landscape, running through anything in their way, ripping apart anything alive. If you don't make any noise, they won't notice you. Especially since they're stuck listening to each other. But if you get noticed by one, it won't be long until a horde forms... you might be able to outrun one for awhile, but they don't seem to let up on their breakneck pace. Maybe someone should have told you how to kill them.

OOC NOTES.

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There will be zombies in Hollows. Whether you meet them on the way there is up to you. Apart from the undead and the animals (maybe somebody should let those poor creatures out of their houses) the town is completely deserted. In fact, the closest thing you can find to a human are the bodies of those who died without being bitten, and there's even few of those. You can find anything you'd find in a normal town here, and are free to loot and raid the houses and stores—the cops won't be coming, after all. The power is OFF apart from what you can find that is solar powered or still has a charge. If you're lucky and find another town while exploring the first few weeks, you might find an area that still has power—thank hydroelectricity.

Just keep in mind travel time... and travel expenses.

You have creative freedom over everything else. The world is open. The only stationary places are landmarks and cities—if you want to go to Texas and talk to the poor astronauts stranded up in space, it's there. (Might be a long trip, though...)

If your character can figure it out by geography before getting to Hollows, the compound is located a few hours from the west coast, in California.

The way to kill a zombie is blunt force to the head. The head doesn't need to be removed, but significant damage needs to be done to it. This does not include the throat—it needs to be a headshot.

There's also a glaring hint. The computers in the compound, asking for a password. It is impossible to hack at this time. There will be more on this later!

Finally, if your character is exploring outside of the compound (or extensively inside of it) there's a comment here for linking me the thread. You can also PM me! I'll be ducking in with what your character may or may not have found, via a response to the actual RP thread.

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS please direct them here!

Comments

[alonetogether]

Well she was.

Ellie's response is intelligent and reasonable.

She yells "GYAHHFUCK," and tries to stab Clark in the eye.

[doorbuster]

That's all right, he'll barely-smile on her behalf. Just briefly, and it's gone again in the blink of an eye, but hey, he thinks they're being kind of funny. He's already used up all of his blinding-rage rations for the day (is it even the same day?), so he may as well move on to the 'finding humor in inappropriate situations' camp for a while.

Chris' eyes travel from the bottle of her inferior alcohol to her satchel, which earns a curious lift of his brow, and then back to her face. "Going on a trip?"

[mucked]

"More like planning for the eventuality. If it comes to it."

Her answer was cagey at best. It spoke not of intention, but of preparation. Even Peggy had not yet adequately decided what she would do once her bag was properly packed. She felt an immense draw to get outside and suss out the nature of this world and what had happened here, but she had renewed responsibilities here as well. Her reunion with Captain Rogers could have gone smoother, and now she knows she can't simply ignore the duty they have to each other.

And yet she packs, regardless. As though she doesn't quite trust his presence to remain. "Be prepared. So sayeth the scouts."

He looked like he might have been a boy scout. Once.

[knightbynight]

There isn't anything threatening about Dick's approach. Bruce can see him coming, hear him coming. The smile is absolutely not an issue, and the crossed arms aren't something that immediately scream 'defensive' to him - though he's reserving judgement about that one.

He's still a smart ass, though a very, very dry one. "Unless something's wrong with your nose or brain, I'd assume so." And then since he knows what he's being asked: "I won't leave until I have a plan. Until then, the company's fine."

And he doesn't have one of those, yet. He will, but for now he's gathering information.

[untodawn]

[ And then he does it again, two fingers on pressed against the side of his helmet. ]

Cortana-

[ Behind his visor, John closes his eyes and set his jaw with his mouth pursed into a thin line breathing hard through his nose waiting until he can shake loose the chill down his back that makes a stone settle in his throat.

It was only a moment, and all Natasha would see is a statue. ]

I only have this.

[ John is steady again and pulls out of a space under the collar of his suit the pink plastic compact mirror. Flipping it open revealing the heavy sketch paper he folded into the powder well and the set of coordinates etched into the mirror. ]

[knightbynight]

Bruce does not turn his back on what's outside the wall, but does pivot with a fair amount of ease to stand so that he can keep an eye on movement coming from the compound itself. He waits until the shuffling figure continues to make its way toward the wall.

The gait and pallor leave him with the hair on the back of his neck raising and the strong feeling that whoever this is shouldn't be inside the compound at all.

He waits until the figure is just about to reach the second door, then jumps down in front of him. Lands lightly given the drop and that he still has his improvised weapon in hand.

"Medical supplies?" That makes... no sense, but that red-cross is a pretty universal symbol.

weapons!!

[intelligently]

( Lydia had lingered at the weapons shed after Beth had left, eyes moving over everything. She knew that Allison's father had been a weapons dealer as well as a hunter, and even though she hadn't seen much she guessed that that meant they'd had a lot of weapons. Enough to hunt with.

Seeing everything in the shed was different, and with the unease she already felt from being in an unusual place - from seeing the warning sign, seeing what was in the shed didn't make her feel any better. There was so much - guns, knives and boxes labelled with ammunition. Enough for someone to easily get hurt.

It took a few seconds for Lydia to turn after the question was asked, words slow, uncertain )

I don't know. ( The contents would likely be useful. Useful for what? What was this place? What were they expected to do ) Someone's already taken some.

( If they were supposed to have a weapon- it was well out of Lydia's comfort zone, and skill set. She'd never used one before, even if she was well versed in archery technique )

[schnapp]

( seeing another person in this incredibly quiet compound is actually such a relief. perhaps against her better instincts. because beth understands that sometimes, she needs to be wary of people. but at the moment, she allows herself to accept any other scared person that she meets as a potential ally. she wants to believe that no one in the same boat would hurt her.

maybe it's naive. but the alternative just seems so much worse. )

Maybe. But weapons like these? They'd be useful even to people who had to run for their lives. I'm not sure we've ever found this many left lyin' around in one place.

( in her world, they scrounge whatever bullets they can muster up, but it never seems like it's enough. beth looks over at the other girl before picking out a decent sized knife in its leather holster and holding it out to her, handle-first )

You should take this. Guns just bring more of 'em around.

[knightbynight]

One of them's got blood in their hair, the other one's got a nasty bruise spreading across one upper half of their face, and that is a recipe for a couple of guys with headaches and probably a really pleasant conversation.

He looks pointedly from the bow, to the quiver, and then back to Clint's face. "I've always preferred close range weaponry." Said in a bland, dry, tone. "Fewer variables in application, and more diversity." His tone is polite enough, probably excessively polite, but the look on his face and stance are still somewhat... confrontational.

Mostly he's trying not to call the guy an elf.

[knightbynight]

He isn't going to mention that he has a kid's treasure map in his pocket. He isn't going to mention it because it isn't exactly a road map and while it's not something he's dismissing the potential usefulness of, he isn't going to follow it until he sees something that is similar enough.

"Trying to find out where we are is a good plan. Trying to leave alone with inadequate weaponry and no clear destination isn't. ...Being annoyed by people telling you what to do isn't unreasonable, but letting them drive you out unprepared and without any idea of 'wherever the fuck you were' is."

In short, slow down, breath and think, kid.

[knightbynight]

He likes trouble; he's very calm about liking trouble. In this case, though, he'd feel a whole hell of a lot more calm if he was sure what trouble was. At least he knows where it's coming from.

"All I can tell you was that it seemed to be bipedal." So not wildlife. "It never got close enough for a good look." He glances down at her thigh and the gun holstered, there. "Or close enough for a good shot."

[alonetogether]

"I have a gun. I'm not stupid."

And the bow, but that probably seems less useful to someone like him. "And nobody's driving me."

Nobody but that one dude who's out there somewhere dying.

[usavatar]

[ He gives her a look that conveys something along the lines of but but but! ] We have medical facilities. Supplies.

[ They can at least share. ]

[intelligently]

They wouldn't have been able to carry them all.

( At least depending on how many people there were, whether they'd ran by foot or even had much time to come down and get something. The more that they discussed this the less of a good feeling Lydia had about why there wasn't anyone there - and why people had had to run.

There was also the lingering thought of that sign, which was brought back into focus when the girl held out a weapon to her, and mentioned guns bringing- something around )

Bring what around?

( Lydia didn't make any moves to take the knife. The only knives she'd ever held were for her food or a scalpel for lab dissections. She didn't really feel comfortable having the weapon, even less so knowing what it was for. Whilst the girl might not have known why someone left weapons it sounded like she knew something )

Do you know where we are?

nux | mad max | ota, will match prose or action

[kamikaze]

a. ???
[He'd heard it. The screams of the Valkyries come to carry him off into promised Valhalla. Might have traitored the Immortan, traitored him bad, but he was still bound for glory. Wasn't he? Died helping the Wives and the Imperator get back safe. Maybe the bloodbag too?

Either way-- gone now. Nux sits up from a sprawled position. Blunders outside from the medical bay immediately, looking for some sort of confirmation. Notices, as the gods have dictated, that the ground is not sand. That the sky is not burning itself with sun and heat. And clutched in one hand is a small box. Plastic? Bright. Nux, barely-literate, makes out the word: BEE. Excited, the divine box is pried open to reveal something incredibly shiny. Nux is gentle when he grabs it. Plucks it from the DVD case and holds it to the sky, astonished by the silver-shiny-rainbow that glints on the disc. Truly, a gift! A holy object granted to him!

He can be found wandering all over the place, holding this BEE disc out in front of him with absolute reverance as he admires it again and again, hardly even looking where he's going. No time to think about questions like where what why when he's been bestowed something so chrome.]


b. compound
[At some point that loses a bit of its novelty - at least to the degree where he's stopped focusing on it - and then Nux turns right back around and heads for that building he woke up in. First thing of interest he finds is one of those TVs. Pushes every button on it and there's static and noise and it's a little startling, but glorious when it displays, and the War Boy stares at the mess of white-black fuzz flickering on the screen. What does it mean... ?

Only minutes later he's trying to dismantle the box. Take it apart, dissect its metal guts and figure out what it's trying to say. He's in the middle of literally tearing through it, pieces strewn all around him like a raccoon that's just discovered some prime garbage.]

b

[kamikaze]

[He's scurrying around a corner himself when he sees: a walking car.

No, it's a person, isn't it? 'Cause it has a hat on but it's coated in something that might be-- Cadillac, Sedan, Corvette?-- more familiar than any clan Nux could think of that'd look such a way, and he spends a few seconds staring wild-eyed at the figure as said figure seems to fumble with a nearby door. Shiny door, for sure, but does it blind the car-person?

Doesn't know what to say, has no greeting for the car-person and he ducks down to grab the nearest object: a forgotten fork. Meant to be a weapon except that's sort of interesting and Nux pauses to shift focus to the pointy metal thing, crashing into a hospital gurney as he does. Loud noise. Will alert the enemy! He stumbles a little and holds the fork prongs-out at the car-person, guarded.]

[kleptos]

[ Peter holds up his own stupid little Magneto toy when she brings hers out, and he still doesn't understand how he's going to be able to use it. Maybe it has a bomb inside of it, or a hidden knife or something cool— but he doubts it, considering how soft it is when he squeezes it. ]

Yeah, it's really dumb. I don't know how I'm going to be able to use this, especially since this whole world ending thing is still confusing, but hey, maybe I'll figure something out. [ He looks at her Pikachu, and then points at it. ] Does yours do anything interesting?

[kleptos]

Alright.

[ Weirder things have happened, he guesses. You know, like people with superhuman speed or the ability to control metal existing. That's pretty weird. ]

Yep. It was a favour to some guys I had just met. And who would turn down the chance to break into a prison? I wouldn't. Which is why I did it. [ Especially since it was the Pentagon. Way too good an opportunity to pass up. ]

[zombae]

The gait's in large part just down to being a teenage boy, to be fair about it. The pallor, though, he doesn't have an excuse for. Back home he paints his face to a tanned shade he never quite achieved in life, and wears brown contacts which irritate his eyes. It's worth it because he passes, at least until someone brushes his hand and finds it cold. He passes.

So being here's already a little bit like a nightmare, and that's before shadowy figures drop down in front of him out of nowhere. The sound he makes and the stumble backward are just a little bit embarrassing.

Too late to hide, obviously, but he ducks his head enough to try and keep his face in the shadows. "Medicine. I'm -- I'm not stealing it. If anyone else needs it, I mean."

Unlikely, unless anyone else turns rabid without a regular dose, but you never know.

ccc:

[minefield]

How has she been? Is that really— is that the best he can come up with? Moira looks as though she's been great, absolutely. Torn clothes, bandages everywhere, and probably would have been half-dead if it hadn't been for the amazing herbs that she had managed to find around the island. Yeah, she has definitely been great, there's no doubt about that.

"Pretty shitty," she says, holding up the bloodied crowbar in her hand. And yeah, she had definitely been fighting off a load of infected islanders just before coming here.

"... What about you?" And yeah, she's good at this whole confused conversation thing as well.

[embiggened]

[Thankfully, she's heard the joke before. And as tempting as it is to take the form of her hero, she has to try to play it cool as possible.]

It's one of those legacy things you know. She's Captain Marvel and I figured that the world needed a new Ms. to fill the gap. Out and about on the streets.

[zombae]

[Kieren oh's and nods, as if he's trapped in places with vehicle bays all the time, then heads into the medical bay ahead of her and. Stops. Well, the place is a tip but it's a huge one.]

It's not exactly Boots the Chemist. [A few steps take him to the middle of the first row of shelves.] I don't know where to start. It's called Neurotriptyline [And some people may be able to piece parts of that together.

Meanwhile he starts rifling helplessly through the shelves.]

I get it on prescription. It just comes in a cardboard box at my... at the clinic.

[Here, though, it's hiding at the back of one of the units in a small first aid case. A bottle of green liquid and a gun to inject it.]

[minefield]

That's good, at least. We're not alone in this fucked up place.

[ It's definitely ten times better, to be with other people rather than by yourself. She knows that from experience. ]

Did anyone else seem like they knew what was going on..?

Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim | OTA

[unbreachable]

[ He wakes up to a strange, heavy weight on his chest and Delibes - Flower Duet playing somewhere off in the distance.

Could be worse, he sleepily reasons, but it damn sure isn't what he had playing when he went to sleep the night before. Raleigh sleeps (or tries to, when nightmares and insomnia aren't plaguing him) with soft music in the background but it's generally Mumford or Bastille - not...opera.

When he actually opens his eyes, he notes several things that are off - other than the creepy music in the background.

First? Not his room. Second? There's a cat on his chest. Cute, and yeah he's a cat man, but he didn't have a cat in his hotel room. He hasn't had a cat since he was a kid.

Third? Not his fucking room. ]

Fuck.. [ he groans, rubbing at his eyes before gingerly pushing the cat off and taking a better look around. His sweater is covered in cat hair and that's when he notices he's still in his damn clothes from the night before.

He spends the next half or so combing his room, looking for clues, for more information telling him where the hell he is and what's going on. Finding nothing but a set of keys that he slides into his pocket, he decides to head into the hallway (cat tucked up under his arm because it's overly affectionate and howls when he tries to leave it in the room) to investigate more - maybe find Mako, figure out what the hell is going on in his life because last he remembers? They were on their victory tour that was more solemn than joyous. ]

Hello..?

[crotchpunch]

[It's not exactly easy to sneak up on a well trained assassin, but Cindy does a good job of coming close. At least she's not rusty when it comes to maintaining awareness of her location. If she ever loses that well...she probably wouldn't last too long.]

Thanks. [Another shot goes off as she fires at the target. Then a few more.] But I don't need any pity.

[The bullets hit the target, yes, but she still managed to miss the head. Came close once, though. With a groan she walks over to it and puts one in the head at close range... If for no other reason than because she's petty.]

Should I assume you're just as lost as the rest of us?