Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)
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				Title: <strong>Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 16:57:59</strong>
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				Zombie Apocalypse (Summary) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99804.0)<br>Zombie Apocalypse (Interest Thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99627.0)<br>Zombie Apocalypse (Characters) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99808.0)<br>Zombie Apocalypse (Discussion Thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99806.0)<br><br><br>A depressing murmur echoed through the bare shops and halls of Liberty Mall as its newly acquired tenants shuffled and whispered aimlessly inside its protective walls. The last few days had been more than dismal for the survivors as a shortage of supplies and deteriorating conditions were soon trumped by several deaths. A young couple were misfortunate enough to stumble upon the lifeless body of a Mr. Wethers, a middle-aged man of greying hair and medium build, who had lost everything before the mall. Everyone knew he had all but given up on life but to actually see his corpse, wrists slit, was not only demoralising but inevitably fatal for the young pair, especially as it lunged hungrily for them. <br><br>It's been a day now and Katherine has since sunk into a well of misery, choosing to sit quietly on the edge of the indoor fountain, with her knees hugged close to her chest as small intermittent sobs pervade the air around her. She has yet to share any details of Jeff's gruesome death and has ignored any who have approached her. She was lucky enough that other survivors had heard the screams and managed to shoot and bludgeon the zombie but by then her boyfriend was already gurgling in his own blood. Both the bodies of Jeff and Mr. Wethers were unceremoniously dumped outside after the incident.<br><br>Still, life goes on in the mall...<br><br>Jack, a scrawny, slightly hunched, individual, of questionable origin was already trying to gather others for his most recent plan to escape. Most had by then learnt to ignore the suicidal ideas of the dark-haired, denim-wearing, conman but some of the newcomers were still unaware of how Jack's previous teams faired. Currently he had around several people, sitting with him over a table he'd managed to drag out into the hall. "I came across an armoured van," he whispered conspiratorially to the willing listeners as his beady eyes darted from one to the next, "All we need to do is convince a few others to join us, find the keys, perhaps some supplies and we can leave this depressing hell hole once and for all. I know it might sound dangerous but it's not like anyone's coming to help us and, if you ask me, we're likely to see a nuke more than a rescue vehicle in the next few days."<br><br>Those who were opting to stay on the other hand were looking for ways in which to improve their conditions. Susan, a blonde and fairly muscular construction labourer, currently dressed in her work-overalls, had already gathered quite a large crowd of her own in the open hall which she was trying to encourage into helping her venture into the sewers and install a mobile water-purifier. Next to her stood a casually dressed, brown-haired, Duncan. He arrived as a smartly dressed school teacher but now wore a pair of baggy blue pants, a white top and a pair of sneakers. The curly-haired man had just finished laying out his own idea for siphoning diesel from cars in the parking lot and transferring the fuel into the generator. And as Susan finished with her water-purifying plan, the floor opened for any others to step forward with ideas of their own.<br><br>Susan, Duncan and Jack were hardly the only ones scheming or planning for the days ahead however, with many groups forming almost all over the place. Proposals to mission out into the streets and collect weapons or supplies from nearby areas were also doing the rounds. Some people didn't even seem bothered and merely chatted or drank away their troubles, while most moped gloomily in their own little corners, with the latter group growing larger with each passing day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 19:43:20</strong>
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				Standing at the busted out window, Woods stared down at the shambling corpses that tried to gain access to him, but it was a vertical climb, followed by roof attached to the building that curved downwards. The barbed wire and lack of stability of the roof made it all that much harder to gain access to the building through this particular way. Pushing against the mesh that now covered the empty space that was the window, he narrowed his eyes slightly, catching a glimpse at one of the girls he thought used to sell him coffee. A pathetic existence, but still, ending her life out of sympathy would not make his own any better, now or in the unforeseeable future.<br><br>Woods had taken up home in one of the Mall's administration offices. The large desk had been moved out to make in to protective barriers, but the couch had been converted in to a bed. It was broken in to two rooms, the secretary's office, and the administrators. The Admin room now served as a bedroom, and the secretary as more of a lounge room. The safe held a few things that Woods didn't want to share with the group, though nothing vital like rations or clean water. Just personal things. Besides the lock, it was wrapped in chains that were locked together with a padlock, and placed in the corner of the room, past the bed.<br><br>Slowly, he walked back through the two rooms, and out on to the pathway, leaning against the railing and looking down at the ground floor. He had chosen the third floor, since it was high enough the zombies couldn't just climb through a window, but not at the top, so he could hear the screams of those being eaten above him and prepare. Not a very noble gesture, but survival was key. Most people moped about the Mall, but would never consider actually ending the misery that continued forever... Except old man Wethers, who got the courage from god knows where. Everyone seemed so keen to form plots, to escape this 'hell in a box'. They saw it as hell, but in here, was the safe haven they'd struggle to find again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 20:37:10</strong>
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				Liza sighed as she walked around the mall, her hands resting inside her pockets. It has been a few days since the death of two of her friends and she did not felt good at all. Liza was a famous girl before this started and now people still worshiped her in here, her voice was somewhat of a hope for people inside this mall but she did not felt so hope full. She knew it was a matter of time before the zombies finally burst through the doors and then nothing could save them, even with all the reinforcing the guys did to the doors and windows she was sure the zombies would find a way inside. If she could only get to the airport maybe she could get the hell out of here, hop on her plane and leave this forgotten place. Knowing nothing about guns and with the little bit she learned over the past week was not enough for her to survive out there.<br><br>Looking at Jack she could not help but smirk, he had the right plan but at what cost? Where would they go?. Shaking her head she approached him grabbing his hands and pushing him to a corner. “I know you want to get the hell out of here, I been thinking and I think is about time to tell you that I have a personal plane,&nbsp; I can pilot it. I want to get the hell out of this place and right now we could use my plane wich has full tank of gasoline, the problem is getting there. It’s not on the main airport of the state but still there are a lot of zombies around. So if you manage to find a safe way out and into the airport I can find out a safe place to go to, is that a deal?” she stood there with her hand extended for him to greet, not sure if he would go with it but at least the offer was there. Turning around she nodded and sighed walking to no place in particular, “Think about it” she said as she left him alone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 21:03:51</strong>
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				The generator providing power to the rest of the mall was loud and smelled like a generator should, that of burning diesel fumes that escaped the gaskets and joints, or the lubricant keeping it going.&nbsp; The generator wasn't meant for prolonged operation, and every unnecessary breaker had been thrown open to keep the demands low.&nbsp; Sitting in a small office was Jessica Torbin, the only one of the survivors with anything close to a degree in Engineering.&nbsp; The desk had become her makeshift office/bedroom, with a pile of sheets making up her bedding.<br><br>She stayed down here, shut away from the sight of the zombies that haunted her nightmares.&nbsp; She'd seen plenty of horror movies, but those were movies.&nbsp; Hell, she'd helped make a few small movies, and knew how to make decent special effects.&nbsp; No, seeing the real deal and knowing that the horrid faces were actually like that, were actually chewed and gnawed on, made it perfect nightmare fuel.&nbsp; So to protect her sanity, she kept herself away from the moans.&nbsp; The generator was just loud enough to keep her from dwelling on it here, in her isolated sanctuary.<br><br>She had her small following, some of the people who'd come down to help her run the generator.&nbsp; They knew she was the one with the brain, and had to keep a constant, vigilant eye on the fuel being consumed, where the power went, etc.&nbsp; She had sent some of her followers with plans up to meet Susan and Duncan, who she knew were a pair of smart cookies.&nbsp; She also told them to steer clear of Jack and his crazy schemes.&nbsp; Her right hand girl, Dezzy, stepped up and said, "Jessica's been thinking about the water too, and said we should stay away from the sewers because of contamination.&nbsp; Said we should build water purifiers out of sand and charcoal, then filter rain water and what we can get from the city systems first.&nbsp; Otherwise she said we'll be able to shoot all the zombies with just the shit coming out our rear ends.&nbsp; Her words."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanityIsPointless</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 13:48:04</strong>
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				Gambit slumped against the wall, his mind dozing from the current situation. These three preachers spoke far too much, and it was honestly boring and tedious; Gambit had finally deduced that this was as good as it was going to get. Of course, if someone was to offer him something better, who was he to turn it down?<br>He watched as the three speakers finished, and as they did so, a woman stepped up and spoke to the one named Jack. Gambit held little to no attention to it, as he picked his SPAS-12 off the floor, and made his way towards one of the small stores, which was now so burnt-out, that no remnant of its previous existence could be found. He sat down on one of the wooden boxes, as one of the guards near the windows let out a single shot at one of the creatures, pushing up against the mesh fences. Nothing uncommon was happening really, though a few of the undead creatures were pushing up against the mesh, more-so than usual. <br><br>Gambit gripped his weapon tightly, having refitted the small sight on the head of his gun, and turned out of the room, heading back to his small room near the guards barracks. He took a sharp turn, and cornered around to a small enclave near the back of the cosmetics store, which was now a small medical bay. Gambit ducked down into the room, and looked at the bloodied cots and metal toolboxes used as personal storage. Sometimes he wondered what it was like, standing out front all day long, without anything else but a gun, and the ever growing fear of zombies. The thought was swiftly pushed out of his mind, as he felt a hand come down on his shoulder. Spinning around, he jammed his shotgun into the beings face, only to hear the noise he was hoping for. <br>"Hey Ga- OW!" <br>Samuel stumbled back, the force of a large metal gun being rammed into his face having very powerfully injured him. Gambit laughed, while his friend recuperated. He was a strong man, and had taken much more powerful blows to the face before, and the shotgun barrel had left him barely scarred. The man chuckled, before recomposing himself, and speaking. "What're you doing back here? There's stuff going on outside." Gambit harked out a small laugh, before sitting his fun down, and sighing.<br>"Yeah, I know, but come on, it's not like it matters anyway. We're stuck here, and the chances are, we'll get busted down sooner or later. Better to just let nature take it's course."<br>Samuel heaved a heavy breath, before leaving to join the crowd yet again, leaving Gambit alone in the room, to ponder his thoughts.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 07:28:15</strong>
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				(Read Discussion Thread)<br><br>Jack let out an audible yelp of surprise at Liza's abrupt approach, with the man almost stumbling backward if not for the rough grip the starlet suddenly had on his hand as she dragged him into an isolated corner. He'd likely have been excited at the prospect of a fulfilled fantasy if he wasn't keenly aware of the hate many had for him.<br><br>At first Jack was expecting a stern reprimand and could only wince as he waited for the inevitable but was left pleasantly surprised as Liza not only endorsed his plan but offered a preferable method of escape. It was a welcome turn of events considering that he hardly expected any of the regulars to show much interest in the idea, never mind any of the A-list survivors. Jack didn't hesitate for an iota of a second to snatch and shake Liza's offered hand, effectively sealing&nbsp; the deal. "Sounds like a plan," he hissed excitedly. "But you're going to have to convince a few others to join us if we're going to make this work. Unfortunately, nobody seems to trust me but they'll likely listen to you. As for myself..." A sneaky grin crossed his features as he added, " I'll work on 'borrowing' a few supplies from the other survivors, to help us get on our way. We'll need plenty of food, medicine and weapons if we hope to survive out there."<br><br>-------------------------------<br><br>"You're not looking too well Mr. Woods... If you don't mind my saying," an enigmatic Everett Duncan politely observed as he stepped up beside his fellow survivor, leaning his arms casually over the railing as his cool, blue-eyed, gaze wandered to the floor below. Attired in a pair of black dress shoes, grey pants and a white polo, it was obvious -- beside a little stubble on his chin and a dark, dishevelled, do -- that he'd taken great care to maintain a neat appearance. It was a slight uncharacteristic for the doctor to break his seclusion and approach Woods but, like everyone else, he had plans. Plans spurred on by the death of Wethers.<br><br>"If you have the time I'd like to ask for your help on a task, a particularly dangerous one," he started, with only a moment's hesitation before adding, " To be blunt, I'm forming a team to move beyond the protection of the mall..." He gave Woods a second to take in that "minor" detail, while eyeing him in an attempt to gauge his reaction, "I feel it's time we learnt a little more on not only our situation but that of the rest of the world. Everyone's getting despondent and they might be uplifted by a little action and, hopefully, some information. And all it'd take is a quick jaunt to the nearest communication centre. I've already sent someone to ask for the help of our industrious engineer."<br><br>-------------------------------<br><br>The usual drone of the generator in the basement was soon joined by a rhythmic grind as an adventurous teen flew through the dark passages, a blur of pink and black. With a raven-haired pony tail, pleated pink skirt and black tank top (with a large white skull adorning the centre), Jenny skated eagerly toward her target, drowning out the noise which grew ever-louder with a pair of headphones currently blasting Trouble, by Pink. The music being all that kept her from making an about face and dashing right back to the mall's upper levels, a thought that she thankfully didn't have to dwell on as her skateboard chopped off the minutes and brought her right before Jessica.<br><br>With a deft motion she hopped off her board and give it a flick with her boot, catching it in mid-walk before stopping before Jessica's desk. "Uhh, hi Jess," she began a little nervously as she glanced shyly over to Dezzy and back to the engineer, "I'm not interrupting am I because I, uhh, have, a... Well, you see, you know that doctor guy, he asked me to give you a message but, umm, I can come back... if this isn't a good time, that is." It was a bit of a white lie, or at least an attempt to be polite. She'd likely try convince someone else to return if she couldn't give Jessica the message right then and there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 16:14:15</strong>
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				Woods wasn't completely unaware of the Doctor's approach, but he had faith in his position of a crack shot, so much that the Doctor throwing him over the railings would be a bad idea in the near future. The first question was passed off as the Doctor spoke of leaving the mall, bringing a small frown to Woods' face, wondering just why everyone wanted to leave so badly. Food wasn't coming in, and the barricades were failing, but did they really need to leave? It seemed like a problem that could be fixed in one or two trips to adjacent food storage facilities, maybe even a new generator or two.<br><br>"I May not look well now, Doc... But imagine how I'm going to look with zombies biting me" he said, then surveyed the scenes below him, mostly of people whining to one another, the ominous silence allowing almost every word to echo. "However" he said, after a short pause, looking directly across at the barricaded office on the other side. "If this is only a brief recon mission, I'm in... If you're talking leaving the fortress for a new home... That's another story" he said, then looked to the Doctor. "And what makes you think we'll be the only ones there? People would've gone before... Got unlucky... We're looking at swarms of zombies between us and that dish" he mused aloud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 19:22:31</strong>
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				"Ha, if it's any consolation, I think you'd make an excellent looking zombie," the doctor quipped with a light chuckle, "You're a man of presence, someone the others can rally behind, which is why I believe you need to be on this team. And don't worry, we're certainly not moving out. It is, as you said, a recon mission. And perhaps even a chance to find help." The doctor's tone and expression grew sombre as he attempted to Address Woods' final concern, with his look returning to the level below. "As for the number of zombies we may run into... I'm relying on the fact that most would have likely been running frantically for vehicles, medicine, food and weapons, rather than focusing on something as out-of-the-way as a comm. centre."<br><br>"I doubt making a move for the dish would have crossed the minds of that many, with most probably still hugging their cell-phones at the time. We'll likelly find most of the zombies congested around stores and such but, if we're feeling brave, we should probably try gather a few resources while we're out there." Everett shivered slightly at the thought, unsure if he wanted to volunteer for such a large risk but the brief hesitation only managed to strengthen his resolve as he reminded himself how much the survivors needed this mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 19:56:01</strong>
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				Woods thought for a moment, reviewing what needed to be done around the mall and factoring in the the amount of people left here. "That's the thing with zombies and survivors... If you thought of it, someone else would have done so too... Made a mad rush to the comm center, hoping to call for help, and luring every zombie they meet along the way there too..." he said, making the suggestion that more zombies would be there than this group could handle.<br><br>"My mother always told me not to roam the streets... Now there is a zombie infestation, its the best advice I can give anyone" he mused, then looked around the old mall, imaging its former glory. "We can't walk to the dish... Running seems an option, but no one in here seems to be that fast... So... How're we going to get there?" he asked, then looked back to the doctor, wondering just what had sparked such a brave inspired act in to the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 22:19:10</strong>
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				"There are three options," he began as he straightened before folding his arms, with the one raised just enough to scratch the stubble on his chin thoughtfully, "We can either take a small team and simply stick to the walls and shadows as we cautiously hop from one building to the next, take the sewers and hope we don't get lost or boxed in by undead, or take a car." At the mention of the car he frowned doubtfully as he quickly added the possible disadvantage of the latter suggestion, "Of course, the car might make so much noise that all we'll end up doing is luring every zombie nearby into chasing us. Not to mention we also run the risk of driving ourselves into a blocked street, of which there are likely many, only to be overrun soon after."<br><br>For now he ignored the concerns over the possible numbers of undead they may run across. Anything said at this point would be speculation at best and Everett didn't exactly consider himself an expert in post-apocalyptic zombie-survivor psychology. He wasn't going to lie and say they weren't going to run into any zombies, since the entire city was filled with them. All he could do was hope that Woods would join even when considering the possible dangers they may face.
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