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JUMPSCARES MOD. ([personal profile] monstermasher) wrote in [community profile] jumpscares2015-07-09 11:52 am

( OPEN ) GAME START.

▶ 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!


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.


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!
debts: (for how you chose to survive.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-14 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Natasha shoulders the rifle. Yeah, fuck the box. She checks it, loads it with one dart, and pockets the rest.

'For study'. She's not surprised.

By the time Wanda's senses find her, she's in the hallway, rubbing her thumb in the middle of her brows.

She just ran into a fucking dinosaur, man.
]
naturallywavy: (《52》)

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[personal profile] naturallywavy 2015-07-14 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ wait a sec... he has the heart of a boy. this is completely insulting!!! ]
wipedclean: (in the darkness)

[personal profile] wipedclean 2015-07-14 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He watches. He could shoot, it's true, but the notes said they're attracted to gunshots, and he's had no orders to kill, so he keeps his finger off the trigger, using the rifle for its scope more than anything else.

The sounds make him twitch, and he shifts, agitated, as he watches them closely.]


They're... eating...
zombae: (as i sleep)

[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-14 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
I. I don't-

[The way she recoils is like a punch in the stomach (if he could still feel those). But he'd forgotten for those few seconds, hadn't he. At any other time the idea of forgetting what he is and who they are to each other now, would be pure relief. Now there's nothing but a tight, guilty clench somewhere deep in his otherwise mostly insensate guts.

He turns, quickly, facing the opposite wall and crushing his jaw together so he doesn't say something that sounds too desperate or hurt.]
I don't have them with me. They weren't in the room where I woke up. I'm sorry.

[The anxious rush of her breath is noisy in the hallway. She's always been sensitive, but so good at covering up any kind of distress. And there was a time when he always noticed the things she kept under the surface, and knew the right thing to do.

He still notices. The rest's a mess.

Swallowing around the tightness clamping his throat shut, he holds up a hand, slowly, palm out, without turning to look at her at all.]


Still me, Jem.

blackagar: no cause for alarm officer (down: momma doesn't need judgment rn)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-14 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Her energy is familiar, and a little endearing for it. It could be easy to temporarily forget the greater mystery and potential danger of this place, to spend a little time being not-exactly-royal with her. He considers her question for a few seconds, pen poised.

Then: We are Inhumans. Sometimes, by human definition, super.
naturallywavy: (《58》)

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[personal profile] naturallywavy 2015-07-14 04:04 am (UTC)(link)





Yeah, I guess you are right about one thing.
[ Gintoki hums idly and picks at the end of his ear, looking exasperated already. ]

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[personal profile] runningjoke 2015-07-14 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
What thing? That you're old?
oplourgia: (here I am brain the size of a planet...)

[personal profile] oplourgia 2015-07-14 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Cortana...

[Halsey's fingers brush the empty slot where Cortana's chip should be. AIs have short lives and she's worked with and outlived so many, but it never hurts any less. And Cortana...Cortana had been special even among the AIs created from Halsey's own flash-clones.

Every time Halsey starts to think she's inured to loss, another AI erases itself to safeguard the location of Earth, another beloved name turns up in the war obituaries, another SPARTAN's status changes to "MIA."

And now this. Halsey shuts her eyes because she doesn't want John to see the glimmer of tears before she can get herself under control. Her voice is level, steady as ever, but only because she has decades of practice lying. Even so, she can't keep bitterness from eating away at the edges.]


They didn't tell me. They didn't tell me any of it.
blackagar: (threat: don't mock the tuning fork)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-14 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Black Bolt follows him in only as much as he stands just inside the doorway, arms folded over his chest like a silent sentry. The room he woke up in isn't much to look at. The only things worth noting are a small, warm, orange egg, nestled on the bed next to an out of place slice of apple pie. He hadn't known what to do with either, and left them as they were. The room is barren aside from empty lockers, and as far as Black Bolt is concerned, all Nux's. He won't be staying here. ]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-14 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve stands up very slowly. To get a better vantage point. To avoid attracting the attention of-

Something tears. A piece falls and a stray diner looks up, a berry-red ring around its mouth.

Steve draws in a long breath and says, quietly:]
Natasha, get us out of here.
naturallywavy: (《38》)

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[personal profile] naturallywavy 2015-07-14 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
That is the most common insult in the book-- oi. I hear it everyday. "Gin-san, you look so good for your old age. Gin-san, you're old and very mature, please give me advice with your wisdom!"

If you're trying to find my weakness, I can already tell you: I don't have any. [ woah there he's lying out the wazoo about everything here. Gintoki tsks, clenching his teeth slightly. ]

My soul may be old, but my heart is still young.

I refuse to tutor anyone who is going to use something such as the sword carelessly, they need to prove themselves worthy enough to be taught under me--!!
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[personal profile] debts 2015-07-14 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Hold on.

[ The jeep roars. There is no way to get out of there like this, the sound loud and the terrain this side of uneven, but it's not far. The gate, she thinks, might be more trouble than it's worth, but they just need to get inside—

From the masses is a scream, high pitched and full of treble, unholy, like the last scream of a burning man.
]
naturallywavy: (《61》)

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[personal profile] naturallywavy 2015-07-14 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Prove yourself by providing me with a parfait! I'll take any flavor at this point!
blackagar: (power: earthlit attilan)

oh god i totally just switched us from action to prose, SORRY, I CAN GO EITHER WAY I PROMISE

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-14 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Something is usually a fairly troubling report, if it was something enough to warrant mentioning at all. He eyes the top of the wall for a moment, then, with a blue crackle of energy gathered around the ornament at his forehead, he springs lightly up to the top of it. A little better view from up there, and he gets to peering in earnest. It'd help if he knew where to be peering, though, and he shoots a glance back at her long enough to toss her an invitational nod.
wipedclean: (down the backs of table tops)

[personal profile] wipedclean 2015-07-14 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He drops into a crouch, hanging on to the back of the Jeep as it tears away, his rifle clutched close. When the scream happens... he... he reacts badly to it. He fliches and cringes and curls into a ball, reminded too strongly of electric shocks and HYDRA's various methods to keep him under control and train him.

He's made that sound before.]
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[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-14 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
This kid is pawy too. There's a lot to paw, to grab and shuffle and rummage through around here. So many supplies! Mysterious artifacts and confirmation that somehow, he was awaited, despite all evidence pointing elsewhere.

Upon entering this new room, Nux spots a very robust man digging through drawers. But the glint of a stubby, clean gun on the table nearby absolutely snags his attention and he makes a quick line for it. Grabs it up off the counter with a scrape of metal. Walked in from behind and maybe the stranger didn't see him but Nux's got this pretty pistol in his hands now, and comments with enthusiasm as he turns it over to inspect:

"It's got a lil' light on it?!" True awe.
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[personal profile] notafraidofyou 2015-07-14 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Family stuff. Weird. For a while now, his family has been Bruce, Barbara, Alfred, and Dick. Weird still having other family. And also way less interesting than the rest of what Steph said.]

Well, I hear Bruce is an idiot sometimes. Good to know Barbara and her... Daughter? Have their heads on straight.
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[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-14 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ It strikes a cord with John to think that somewhere in the interim that Halsey had been locked out of the loop. Halsey was the entire reason any one from top brass to foot soldiers was left standing, dammit. Cortana howls in terrible flanging voices that they didn't care, they replaced them. This time he couldn't whisper that it was okay to her, or anyone.

The IV program was in full swing and ONI apparently needed its scapegoat when the dust settled. So many of his brothers and sisters never given the right to die properly, flung into the purgatory that was propaganda only to be bitterly denounced. It wasn't until Del Rio tried screaming that AI chip out of his own hands that John started to have questions. Doubts.

John is fourteen again; awkward and too big for his uniform, and forgets his own strength. Face blank even as his fingers tighten bloodless around his helmet around that something creaks.

Then he remembers to exist in the present again, and when Halsey had her moment John puts his helmet back on.
]

They didn't.

[ John swipes two fingers across his visor - a SPARTAN smile. Deeply personal and seldom used it was as much an emotional outburst as it was their only gesture of reassurance. Outside of the IIs only Halsey understood its significance. ]

I can.
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[personal profile] runningjoke 2015-07-14 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
... Ah.

[The weakness is desserts.]

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[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-14 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[There's stuff on that bed - (the kind Nux's never been able to have, only hear about, much comfier than a corner or a slab of sandblast) - and he heads right for it, dropping the big box down next to the other two things. One rolls in the bed-dent. That thing catches his attention immediately and Nux grabs it, holds it close to his face so he can inspect it.

It's small and smooth and why warm? A questioning glance toward the stranger.]


What's this.

[Finger-taps the surface. Feels hollow-cored, like something's in the middle but it's not heavy, not filling it out all the way.]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-14 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ The clarity of adrenaline hits him in a rush. One hand moves to hover over Bucky's back without touching him. The other grips the roll bar of the jeep.]

You're all right. You're here, with me, with Natasha. [ He wraps his hand around the barrel of the rifle. ] Can I use this?

[ The screaming things are chasing them. A flailing, blood-streaked pack of animals in human skin. They're fast. Appallingly fast. And the ones behind have attracted others, rising up from the low brush to come at the jeep from an angle.

They'll be cut off well before they reach the wall.]
Please.
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[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-14 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sort of daughter.

[But her smile grows a little warmer; she adores Cass.]

Technically Bruce adopted her, but Babs is the one who found her and took her in.
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[personal profile] runningjoke 2015-07-14 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
I'll make something like that.

[She can't promise parfait, but maybe she can find a chocolate bar or something.]
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-14 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
You're bleeding mad.

( stow the wretched creature somewhere, it'd sort itself out with time. )

Do you have a map? I need one.

( because everyone wants to help you after you call them crazy, right? right. )
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[personal profile] debts 2015-07-14 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Natasha spares a single glance over her shoulder. Okay. That's happening. She hadn't expected much, and there's a part of her mind portioned over to it that thinks it's a good sign— it means recovery, even if it's painful. Horror means you remember how awful it was. How destructive.

Her expression is a mask of neutrality. It's not because of impatience but because these things, they're fast and bloody and she doesn't know what they— What they are. Natasha bends to take out a glock from its holster, blindly offering it backwards, hand around the barrel rather than the grip.
]

Tell me now if you're going to shoot or drive.

[ The scream continues. It's a long howl of something inhuman, but there's pain in it— unsevered to anything, all raw and flayed alive. The ones coming in from an angle get closer and closer; its not spit that flies off their faces and dead, fat tongues, but teeth. Molars and sinew and blood filling their gaping maws. ]