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( 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.
▶ 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.
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:
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:
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!
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!
TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN, MR. GRUMPY
The last person she had expected to see here is Chris. But then again, he did always seem to get himself into these situations, and the last she had known— well, Moira didn't actually know. The last mission she had heard of him going on was the one in Africa, and after that Claire had gone quiet about him, and Moira hadn't wanted to upset her by asking and had been quiet on the subject. So she's only half surprised to see him there, because it's kind of insane that they would end up in the same place, but less insane that Chris Redfield, B.S.A.A agent is there.
At least she's in good hands.
face in hands.....
His face is an open book at the moment, and it's not a pretty book. He mainly looks like he's recently smelled something disgusting- no offense to her, it's just his deeply confused and conflicted face, apparently. Where does he even start?
How about starting small? "Uh..."
Okay, not that small. "How have you been?"
Yes, she is in the best hands.
ccc:
"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.
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Chris looks about the same, though- weary and worn with dirty clothes that have been singed, ripped, bled through, and ground-in whatever filth he's rolled and crawled though. All in all, it looks like he's been through a typical day at work. And he shrugs about it. "Been okay." Pause. "I retired." Yeah, Chris, you fucking look retired.
He's beginning to shake himself loose of his weird, confused headspace and he waves her over, setting a pill bottle down somewhere in the space between them as an offering. Gentle painkillers, of course, because she looks like she might need them, but he's not sure how much more (if anything) she requires. It's too hard to tell what's her blood and what's not. "Do you need to be patched up?"
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"Okay?" She asks doubtfully. While she isn't exactly an expert in Psychology, or anything related to telling if someone really is okay, just looking at Chris means she can tell that -- well, he doesn't really look okay. This might be a case of judging a book by its cover, but when it comes to Chris's line of work and what she has experienced... Well, she would like to think that she can tell, somewhat.
She tries to smile at him, especially as he puts down the painkillers, but after six months of pent up sadness, anger and fear, it doesn't really work out very well. "Uh," she looks herself over, because at some point the injuries just became redundant, especially when she couldn't find a herb. "no, I think I'm alright. Got most of 'em covered. Might need to find some new clothes, though."
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He's having a lot of feelings that could stand to be shared right now, come to think of it, but it'll have to wait. There may not even be any sort of alcohol around this place anyway. Fuck, that'll be a disappointment.
That line of thought has him scowling, which he doesn't realise until he remembers to answer Moira. "--Yeah, that's not a bad idea. You kind of look like shit." How kind of you, Chris... "No offense. Here, sit down for a minute," he insists, waving a hand in the general direction of where a few stools stand. She looks pretty ragged- maybe not injured, but definitely exhausted, and he likes her enough to be concerned for her well-being. Chris also knows how valuable it is to be able to just rest for a while, without the looming threat of danger and death weighing your mind.
As awkward and awful as Chris can be, he knows her, and he knows he's not going to let anything happen to her.
That's what you think, a bitter thread of guilt supplies from some dark place in his mind, and he angrily shoves it away.
"What is all this? Are you alone?"
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"Thanks," she says drily, though doesn't deny it. There's a reason why she said she needed new clothes, after all. Despite the quick washes she had done in any clean water she could find, she's still been wearing these clothes for six months, and that's way too long a time to have been wearing one thing. She's felt itchy for five months and three weeks even with the quick cleaning and constant threat of zombies, and any chance at getting some new clothes would be a blessing.
With a quick "Thanks," she lays her crowbar on the table and flash light next to it, she pulls two of the stools next to it, sitting on one and leaving the other for Chris to do with as he pleases. Even trying to predict what he wants to do would be useless, and she's never been that great at reading people anyway, even when it only comes down to whether or not they'll sit down.
"No fuckin' clue, and yeah," is the bitter reply, Moira leaning her elbow on the table and cheek on her palm smoothly. "I wake up with a shitty, used camera and pictures of some weird bear thing under my bed after fucking ages of fighting infected with Claire and-- and a friend, and now I'm even more lost than I was before." At least back at the island, she knew what had been going on, what the cause of it was.
Now, though? Now she just wants to bash her head against a wall in her confusion and fear.
"What about you? Any ideas and any friends with you, by any chance?"
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He doesn't hate sitting down, though, and now that there's a seat being slid closer to him, he goes ahead and takes the offer by dragging it around to the other side of the table where he's currently standing. It's a gamble- he's been avoiding getting too comfortable, too stationary, because that's when the fatigue sets in and despite having just woken up not long ago, he still feels like he could sleep for days. He shakes his head as he settles himself on the stool, resting his arms heavily on the table between the both of them. "I haven't found anyone yet."
He doesn't sound disappointed, exactly- just tired. Who would he find, anyway? Piers? Christ, he hopes not. Not because he dislikes Piers, but because he knows he's left very important, very unfinished business back in China. If anyone could be trusted to see it through, it would be Piers.
"We need to get you cleaned up, maybe fed. Then we'll check the place out. If we don't find anyone else we know, we might at least find something to help us get our bearings."
That's a lot of we going on there. Deal with it, Moira. You're on Team Redfield 2 now.
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It's a bitter realisation, though she's kind of glad that no one else she knows is going through this. At least they were safe from it, until the next Wesker somehow appeared and decided they wanted to try and take over the world with B.O.Ws.
"Great," she sighs, one of her legs beginning to bounce up and down in her nervousness and anger. So it's the two of them, and whatever strangers happened to have found their way to this place as well. Though the odds look okay, it still isn't enough for her to feel any better about this place.
"I can hunt, if we need to," It's what she had spent time doing with Evgeny, after all. She's picked up one or two things from him, and still has her guns and crowbar with her. Those are enough for now. "Get you some food as well. I'm not the only one that needs to make sure they're all okay, alright? Look out for yourself as well." And if she sounds stern there, well, she isn't going to comment on it.
Welcome to a mix of mothering and teenage rebellion hell.