Zombie outbreak RP

[casey_cole]

"I'm d-don't want to go anywhere near that station again," she shuddered, "but its b-better than getting t-trapped in here."

 

As she finished speaking, a crash came from the kitchm behind the bar, and the door flung open. A comical yet hideous sight flung itself through the arch - a zombie wearing a chef's hat. She screamed again and aimed her pistol wildly at the creature. One round caught it in the shoulder and another in the chest before the recoil flung the gun from her weakened grip.

 

The agent spun - drawing his glock as he twisted. Three expert rounds caught the zombie in the head and it dropped with an explosion of grey blood.

 

Eva grabbed her gun and re-holstered it - she'd be more prepared next time.

 

"We need to get out of here now!" shouted Blackstone as the other door began to buckle under strong rotting limbs...

 

CC

[Hedganian]

As he jogged along, Bob noticed moving lights in a corner building, as if people were moving around inside using torches or candles. He glanced back, nothing follwing him that he could see or hear.

 

Heading towards the building, his hopes were dashed when he saw the door barricaded shut, a van backed right up to the doorway, blocking it completely. He checked the van, but found the controls smashed, the fuel tank leaking and the doors locked.

 

Quickly, Bob looked around - he'd have to move on if he couldn't find a way into the building soon, or the creatures would catch up to him. Every second he delayed here was another shambling footstep closer to a great deal of unpleasantness.

 

'Wait, over there,' he thought; a BT van lay on its side, smashed and half-burned. 'Looks like it hit that motorbike, then that parked car and overturned.' This was all well and good, except for the slumped form of the BT engineer in the front and what was left of the biker underneath the remains of his bike, but on the roof of the van was a set of ladders!

 

'I'm saved!" Bob thought. He ran to the van and started unfastening the straps holding the ladders to the roof rack. Fortunately, some had broken in the crash, but the ladders themselves looked okay. Quickly, he ran across the road with the ladders extending in front and behind him, dragging on the floor at the back.

 

'Better get up there quick,' he reasoned, 'everyone's going to know I'm here now.' He jammed the ladders against the kerb and started to extend them towards the first floor window.

 

(OOC - that's the second floor to our American cousins. British buildings go Ground, 1, 2, etc.)

 

Bob was halfway up the ladder when the first zombies came around the corner and saw him. Their moans spurred him on up the ladder at about the same time the window opened and a face looked down.

 

"Who the f***ing hell are you, and what the f*** do you think you're doing?" The face shouted down at him.

 

Shambling monsters below him, and an irate occupant above, Bob didn't have much time to think, "Army! Quick, they'll be here in a minute, give me a hand getting through the window and drag the ladder in behind us or they'll be on the other end of it before we know it."

 

"Or I could just push it away, and shut the window and then there'd be no trouble, would there?" Said the face, before half-turning to a half-heard voice inside, "Someone climbing a ladder, trying to get in. Says he's army, but brought a load of Them, and not wearing a uniform."

 

Bob continued to climb until he was almost within reach of the windowsill before the face was elbowed out of the way and a woman's head appeared, "It's just a boy, let him in," she said to the other face, sternly, then turned back to face Bob, "Come on love, get in 'ere quick as you like."

 

Climbing in through the window and muttering his thanks, he quickly leaned back out and grabbed the ladders, pulling them up and in through the window just in time to stop a greyish hand from grabbing the bottom rung.

 

Bob collapsed to the floor, soaked with sweat and starting to shake with reaction now that he was safe. Safer, anyway. He looked around at the faces in the room; 5 pairs of eyes looked back at him, including the two form the window.

 

"Hi." he croaked, weakly...

[Agent_Spencer]

OOC: I'll suggest a cap at 5-10 NPC's. Generic movements are okay for larger forces, though if they have a major affect, run it by Hedganian, Shodan or me.

 

IC:

 

"Ok, here's the plan, we're going up to the first floor above the lobby to the wall, and get over the balcony garage. Vincent instructed, "So if you want to live come with me. If not stay here. If your staying here, say something now..."

[Munitions Man]

OOC:

 

Full name/Alias: Dennis Laing

Age: 38

Group: Civilian

Equipment: Sig 228(4 clips), Winchester M1887, CAR 4, KA-BAR, Mercedes, black suit and tie

Location: On road headed to Hotel in W quadrant

Description: Asian Male, 5 ft 11. Dennis Laing is a former navy corpsman now turned gun collector. He isn't the same shape as he used to be but he is a soldier at heart and still remembers some of his medical training. Dennis was on his way to hotel in London for a gun show that weekend, when he stumbbled across the caos.

 

 

IC: As Dennis was driving across the bumpy road he suddenly saw three silhouettes up ahead. He attempted to swerve but hit the one to the far left. "*beep*!" he said as he slammed on his breaks. He bolted out of his car to the three silhouettes. "Are you okay" he shouted to the figures, they reponded with a low moan. "Are you guys okay?" he repeated. Soon they began to come forth, and as they stepped into light he saw their rotting faces. "Holy *beep*... z...zombies!?" he was terrified, but quickly pulled out his concealed Sig 228 and pumped 5 rounds into them. Once they fell to the ground he ran to his car. When he got in he saw another five zombies up the road. So he put his car into drive and ran them down!

 

He kept driving for an hour and finally reached his hotel. As he parked into the grarage and got out, he noticed two groups of zombies coming near. He reloaded his Sig and opened fire on the groups. Once they were down he ran back to his car and took his Winchester 1887, "This'l stop them in their tracks" he chuckled and walked to the lobby, hoping to find more people.

[Agent_Spencer]

IC:

 

Hearing an engine approaching, Blackstone assumed it was military, and unstrapped the Mp5k from his back and brought it up to fire, he nudged the bar door open and slid out and came face to face with a man holding a rifle and dressed just like himself. He didn't look like any DSS agent Vincent knew, but he was a survivor, and a man with a gun would be a great asset .

 

"Come with us, we're heading for the garage." He told the man, "Was that your car, or do we have company?"

 

Spencer

[Munitions Man]

IC:

 

 

He stared for a second at the man in the suit and said, "It's just me" Dennis responded. "We've got to go, there's alot more zombies on the way". They started for the garage, but came across a horde of zombies. They cocked their guns and got ready for action.

[Hedganian]

OOC: Um, handguns are illegal in the UK. No civilian would have one, visiting from the States or otherwise (unless he'd smuggled it through Customs somhow, good look in today's security climate). Also, I'm going to assume that a CAR4 is some kind of M16 variant, hence probably illegal in the UK also.

 

Okay, how about a rule?

 

No civillians can start with military grade firearms. Shotguns or single-shot rifles only for registered gun-club members?? Knives, etc are fine, just don't take the p*ss.

 

No military personnel can start with more than a primary and secondary weapon (ie rifle and pistol/shotgun) and a knife/bayonet.

 

Law enforcement can have the same as military if ARU, otherwise only CS spray and extendable baton.

 

Once you're in, however, what you can find is yours to use. But remember that your character hasn't been trained, and isn't like to be a marksman with his/her first shot.

 

Come on guys - it's ROLE-PLAYING, not Airsofting against zombies. The point isn't to have an awesome array of weapons from the word go, it's to tell your story from where you start through a undead nightmare to the end, whatever that will be. Think of a computer game, you don't start off with rocket-launchers and smartguns, do you?

[cross out the eyes]

OOC: Come on, you've got a whole battalion. That's just taking the p*ss... 

 

We need a max number of NPCs that any player can have to help them/control at any given time.

 

Hardly seems fair for me to be running through the streets alone and unarmed while you've got an entire Battle Group, with armour, artillery and air support... 

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

 

OOC: Nope, i've got a platoon, as that is what a sergeant is in charge of, as for the remaining battallion, my charicter is attached to it, not commaning it, same goes for armour, designed for background story to tie in ith my charicter theme, no intention of using them in charicter, except for recieving order from battalion HQ and it was not my idea to use air support, i was slotting in with what another person had done with my charicter in the meantime.

 

And as for the platoon thing, i assure you i plan to thin it out considerably over time, patience my friend

[Munitions Man]

OOC: sorry forgot about that

 

 

well a CAR4 is a civilian M4 variant, it's semi-auto only and fires a .223 I belive. Im used to US laws so im not sure if .223 weapons are illegal. Maybe lets just say this is a little bit in the future, and the treats of crime and terrorism and gun trafficing has been reduced so the laws aren't as strict.

 

Also my character is former military, so he would have experience in firing weapons. Thus he would probablly be a pretty good shot.

[Agent_Spencer]

IC:

 

Vincent called back into the bar to prepare to leave. The australians packed a few pints and escorted the ladies into the lobby. Vincent stepped in and grabbed his suitcase, and the group of six headed out to the garage, seeing more zombies.

 

The six sprinted to the garage and went to the first floor to avoid the ground level zombies. With the immediate threat subsided. Vincent took the group to one of the black sedans the DSS used to shuffle the senator around. There were a total of three parked in the garage instead of the usual four. Odd. But maybe the Senator had gotten out ok.

 

Inside the sedan, Vincent locked the doors and showed the group where the ports were that could be opened to return fire. With the doors locked the group took a momentary break...

 

OOC: Munitions man. Lets make this easy and say you were going to a LE seminar that had you booked as a guest speaker and those guns were therefore legally imported. Rather then futurizing this.

[Munitions Man]

OOC: Great idea

[Hedganian]

OOC:

 

Cross out the eyes - you plan to thin out your platoon? Man, that's cold. Just one more nit-pick then - why is your sergeant in command of the platoon? Where's the 2Lt/Lt who should be in command? Is he dead already?

 

Munitions_Man - Right, I'll let you off since Spencer came up with a plausible excuse. Single-shot 5.56mm (.223) is legal in the UK, for registered FireArms Certificate holders. All handguns are banned, but it's not wildly impossible that you could get some special dispensation (eg, Olympics 2012)

 

I'm not trying to be difficult (it comes naturally!) I just don't want the story to be spoiled because everyone is a gun-toting Rambo with an outrageous personal arsenal....

[cross out the eyes]

OOC:

 

Cross out the eyes - you plan to thin out your platoon? Man, that's cold. Just one more nit-pick then - why is your sergeant in command of the platoon? Where's the 2Lt/Lt who should be in command? Is he dead already?

 

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

Dam Forgot that little technicality...i'll work in an excuse as I go along, something involving a helicpter crash before game should work

 

As for unit size, i plan to boil it down to no larger than a fireteam at most due to various reasons, that about right NPC limit? somewhere in the region of five people max.

[Munitions Man]

OOC:

 

how about we make a rule,

 

when your character is on foot they can only take as many weapons as they can carry. And if they're packing an arsenal it will effect their speed and agality. That way no one will be carrying RPGs and nukes. So depending on their strength, age, and stamina they can carry between 1-3 pistols, 1-2 rifles, and 1-4 items or tools.

 

Also no explosives unless they're military. And if they're civilian they will most likely blow themselves up.

[Hedganian]

OOC: Works for me. Assuming you can come up with a plausible reason for your character to *HAVE* a nuke, and you can carry it. Hope you're not planning on having kids...

 

A party of about 5-6, including your character is about right for you to control, I reckon, although probably better to have less and rely on banding together with other characters as the story progresses.

 

Just remember, zombies don't have to stop to reload...

[mower]

ic: "ok then mr CIA man where are we going now?" to be honest Lorne was scared and this bloke was a godsend, and so was the other one with his rifle. This really was turning out to be a *beep* day, but then again the chick in the red is a bit of a looker so its not all that bad....

 

"HEY, aussie take this" say Blackstone, breaking my train of thought and rams a shotgun into my hands. It was an Remington Premier, with over-under twin barrels and a chequered stock. A beautiful piece for shooting at birds but it should be able to drop a zombie with fairly long range spread because of sights down the long barrels.

 

"i took that off a crazy last week" the agent said, "there are a few boxes of shells in the back"

 

"*fruitcage* ace mate, thanks" Lorne said... and then went back to his day dream...

[Hedganian]

IC:

 

The face from the window stepped forwards, "Alright, so who are you then?"

 

Bob looked around again, the faces didn't look especially friendly, but not threatening either. With a visible effort, he pulled himself together, reached into his coat and drew out his Army ID card.

 

"Second Lieutenant Solo, Royal Signals. I was coming home on the Tube, got off at my stop and found all that outside. Then those things came down an alley, there was this woman, running, they were following her. They saw me and I just ran. I don't know where she went...."

 

"There, now, it's alright. You're safe now," The woman from the window said, reaching down to help Bob to his feet, "As long as she didn't stop she'll be fine, they don't move that fast you see." She guided the still shaking officer over to a vacant chair and he sat without looking. "You sit there and I'll get some tea. My name's Barbara, by the way, and this is my husband Jack," she touched the arm of the man from the window, who nodded sternly.

 

Bob sat, and accepted the mug of tea when it was handed to him. Milky, with too many sugars - the traditional British remedy for shock. The thought made him want to laugh, but he supressed it.

 

"I'm Bob," he said to the room at large. The other three introduced themselves as William, Lucy and their daughter Tabitha, neighbours of Jack and Barbara's. All of them lived in this building, and had barricaded it up after finding they were the only ones inside after the 'trouble' started.

[Hedganian]

OOC: The thought of someone saying 'fruitcage' in the middle of a zombie attack just sets me laughing my head off....

[Munitions Man]

IC:

 

Dennis looked at one of the Aussies and said "if you need a little more power you can use my Winchester", the man nodded and grasped it firmly, "My Sig will do me fine" said Dennis.

 

As they drove one suggested, "Maybe we should find a police station, get some help"

[Holmes]

IC: Michael heads for the elevator just as the power shuts off, so he makes a sharp turn and heads for the stairs. Luckily, only being on the second floor, he didn't have far to go down to the lobby. "*beep*!" he exclaimed as his messenger bag was snagged by the corner of a railing, sending only his Glock into free fall, all the way down to the basement. "Looks like the only thing that I'm going to be shooting for a while is my camera."

 

In a moment of enlightenment, Mike remembered the Surefire in his bag. Embarrassed that he did not think of the light before, he illuminated the stairs infront of him and set of into the lobby of the Hotel, desperate for any sort of weapon.

 

OOC: There, no civvie with a gun anymore.

[Agent_Spencer]

IC: Slowly pulling out of the garage, Vincent saw a group of zombies shambling toward them slowly. He pulled parallel to the hotel doors and looked in, praying for his fallen comrades and hoping that any survivors made it out okay. While Vincent was staring in briefly, he saw movement. A survivor!? The movement turned out to be a man who at once ran to the doors and out to the car. Vincent unlocked the door and allowed him in the back of the sedan. The man closed the door, locking it behind him.

 

"Thank you Thank you." the man sputtered looking around at the others in the backseat staring back at him.

 

"We're not out of this yet" Vincent said as he eased the sedan into reverse away from the zombies...

 

Spencer

[Hedganian]

OOC: Holmes, you didn't need to do that - as my comments were directed at people starting out heavily or illegally armed (unless your character *IS* a criminal, I guess!), but I appreciate your efforts to fit in with the 'rules' - we're making this up as we go along here, and I appreciate input from everyone involved. Feel free to collect weapons from here on in - you'll likely need them.

[Belladonna]

OOC: yay, joining in

Full name/Alias: Rachael 'Belladonna' Jayce

Age:20

Group:Law Enforcement (CO19)

Equipment:g19, g36c (dualoptics vers), tazer, batton, CS, Thunderflashes.

Location: city centre

Description:Rachael is newly graduated to co19 after her 2 year beat duty (dont bother correcting me xrazerx ). Currently part of the defence force for the Themes house building. begining to run low on food.

IC:Rachael looked around. The once shineing office of the security service had been devolved into a makeshift sancturary and stageing post. she stared out of the window into the abandoned streets. a flash of red caught her eye. a little girl was running down the road. her maternal insticts took over and she left her post to try and stop the girl, she'd be safer back inside. "this is Echo 12 in foot persuit of ..." she taled off, the radio was dead. 'oh sod it' she thought, and darted for the girl. she called out, the girl looked at her, and turned and ran into an alley. Rachael followed, she winded after the child for what felt like a mile or so. and then she dissapeared. She stopped and caught her breath. looking around her she saw industrial buildings, what had she done? she was lost now, and had abandoned her post... she felt scared, but the these creatures roaming the city did die, and shed make her way back, somehow. She unbuckled the kevlar helmet and fastened it to her belt. not like she was going to be shot was it? A cool brease was blowing as she started off into the street of warehouses, eyes darting for movement, there was nothing but silence.

[Hedganian]

OOC: Welcome to the party.

[Hedganian]

OOC: W00t! 100th post!

 

IC: Revitalised by the tea - in time-honoured British Army fashion - Bob started to assess the situation.

 

"Okay, so we're in a building, they're outside. They can't get in but we can't get out."

 

"They weren't outside until you showed up," said Jack.

 

"Yes, well they would have been soon enough. Leave him alone, he had to go somewhere," Barbarba scolded her husband

 

Bobb looked at the pair of them, then the other 3 faces, "Right, moving on. What do we have here? I take it the power is off?" The five faces nodded. "Okay, what about gas for cooking, water to drink, are they okay?"

 

"Yes, they're fine - that's how we made the tea," Lucy piped up from the sofa.

 

"Okay, great. Why don't you and..." he clicked his fingers as if that would help his memory, "Tabitha! That's it, sorry. Why don't you two go and get everything pot and bottle you can find and fill them up with water. We don't know when it might run out."

 

Mother and daughter looked at each other and shrugged. "Okay," said Lucy and they rose and left the room.

 

Jack glared at the young officer, "Just who put you in charge? Who do you think you are to barge in here and start ordering us around?" Barbara put a hand on his arm, but he shrugged it off.

 

"Look Sir, I don't know what your problem with me is, but we've got to look to the basic needs. We won't last long without water. What your life and your friends, do you want to watch them die of thirst because you didn't think to fill a few bottles before the taps stopped working? I'm trained for this sort of thing, to find solutions to problems. I'm just trying to help you all."

 

"Listen to him, Jack, can't we use all the help we can get? Only a few minutes ago you were going on about why won't anyone come to help, and now you're turning away someone who's trying?"

 

"I don't like being bossed around," said Jack, grumpily, before stalking over to a chair as far from Bob as possible. He flopped down into it and crossed his arms, "What next, soldier boy?"

 

"We need to check how much food we've got. If no-one else is here, we should think about checking the other flats to see if they've got food, water or anything we can use to survive, blankets, sleeping bags, portable stoves or heaters in case the gas goes off, more torches and candles, that sort of thing."

 

Barbara put her hands to her mouth, "We can't just go helping ourselves - those are our neighbours, our friends, we can't rob them."

 

Bob stood up and put his hands on her shoulders, "Barbara, they might not be coming back, from wherever they are right now. We've got to think of ourselves first, and worry about other people when we find them. Now, can you check the food?"

 

She nodded, looking pale and shaken, and drifted off to count tins in the kitchen. Bob moved over to the two men.

 

"We need a plan. we need to get out of here and either get rescued or find our way out to somewhere safe."