Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Jan 15, 2014 1:28:43 GMT
It was the 8th of December in the year 2016. The Christmas shopping hustle and bustle was in full swing. In the streets were political protests. Many campaigned against the demand for Syrian re-intervention by the Conservative-led coalition government, whilst others shouted against the considered further rises in student loans. Around the country, many were on the streets to mourn Queen Elizabeth II’s passing. In terms of human geographical movement, it was a very unusual time in Britain. The cities were a hubbub of massively increased activity, and even smaller villages and hamlets were busier than standard. It only took a handful of the infected in each major metropolis to begin the apocalypse. In Manchester, it was reported that the undead first attacked Canal Street and the plague began to spread from here to the rest of the city and eventually the region. In Nottingham, the university students were the first to fall to the disease which would re-animate them into flesh-hungry monsters. London’s high streets became home to hordes of zombies in almost no time. In Cardiff, Plymouth, Great Yarmouth and other coastal settlements, they blamed infected imports for the start of the outbreak. Even in the highlands of Scotland, the smallest villages were not safe from the zombie hordes which found and devoured farmers and their children with brutality. Everywhere was hell. Be it south or north, east or west, city or country – the walkers left almost no place safe. To news reporters, the 8th of December signified the beginning of the outbreak. Those who could afford to flee did so in the little timeframe they had to do so. They escaped by boat, plane, Eurotunnel or any means necessary. In the days which followed, place by place fell to the hungering hordes of undead. It only took a matter of weeks before every city was a ruin. Every victim was a zombie. Everyone who had not succumbed was now a survivor of the apocalypse. For those survivors, each day brought new unknown trials and situations which would test their faith and humanity. In this lawless nation devoid of true authority thanks to the ultimate breakdown of society and structure, only surviving each and every day mattered. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This RP begins on the 22nd of August 2017, eight and a half months after the initial crisis. It will begin in Sawbridgeworth, a small residential town in Hertfordshire which has in turn been devastated by the apocalypse much like everywhere else within Britain. Those who have survived until this point have done so through hardship – they have foraged for food in the unlikeliest of places, they have had to risk life and limb in order to not be bit and turn infected, and they may have even had their morality in question when facing bandits and other ne’er do wells out there. It is a kill or be killed world. Many would slay their fellow man for simple things like a tin of beans or fresh water. You may play up to as many characters as you believe you can comfortably manage roleplaying – I would encourage an oversupply of characters, because characters will die at a somewhat common pace in this world. Your characters will have managed to survive for this long, so they will have certain skills – perhaps marksmanship, first aid, foraging. However, spending a long time in this hellish world will have caused some wear-and-tear on your characters. Maybe they have previously been bitten and are trying to stave off zombification as long as possible, or perhaps they have developed phobias. It could be your character’s empathy has run thin to the point of sociopathy, and they kill man or zombie with complete indifference. Feel free to begin with introduction posts and character development, introducing your survivor(s) and describing what they’d be doing within or around this particular town. After a number of people’s posts, I too will be involved and begin directing this RP in a certain direction. Enjoy! Throw any questions you have my way
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Post by Tonks on Jan 15, 2014 20:09:08 GMT
Heather pushed Charlie in his wheelchair through the doors of the town hall, she hoped maybe people would be congregating in there. They'd managed to survive up until this point under the protection of her husband Mike and his brother Howard. They'd been staying inside Howard's house as he had the most food and the zombies had already taken control of her own home. The past few weeks had been tough and they were only getting tougher the further along in her pregnancy she became. She was now 7 months and 1 week pregnant and Charlie had been 3 weeks early. She hoped that her daughter would hold on for the full 9 months and by that time maybe they could have found a doctor. She tried not to think of Mike and Howard as she entered the main hall, they were still back at Howard's. After the zombies had broken in, they sent her and Charlie running and told them to get somewhere safe and they would come and find them wherever they were. She refused to wonder whether they'd survived the attack or not because she knew she would cry and she couldn't do that in front of Charlie. He was 6 years old and was born without the use of his legs. He was too young to understand why dead people were coming to get them, but then Heather couldn't get her head round it herself.
"Hello?" She shouted in hope into the empty hall room.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
Posts: 337
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Post by Andaru on Jan 15, 2014 20:36:01 GMT
Brian Savage thought back to a time before the apocalypse, he used to play football for Sawbridgeworth Town F.C. They weren't a very good club but playing for the local team was still fun and he kept a side job at a local pub which was probably only a month away from closure when things went to hell.
He only had short hair but he tried to remember what it was like feel the ball bounce off his head and into the net but became more and more of a struggle every time he tried. He looked down at himself, his clothes were torn and covered in dirt. His jeans and what was once a bright red shirt now looked black. He sighed to himself and looked around at the others he was hiding in the church with.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 15, 2014 21:31:25 GMT
Sam had owned the paper shop. It had been his father's shop and then it was his. It had been an easy shop to run, being one of a very few in a small town had brought him a lot of business. At the very least he was open seven days a week. The flat above the shop had been home to him and his wife, an unborn son on the way.
Three days after they'd found out the sex of his child those things had come. He'd been in the car, buying some clothes for Joshua when he'd received the one phone call that chilled his blood and stopped his heart for the briefest of moments. His wife. Screaming. Terrified. Growling. Crunching. Gurgling.
His eyes were fixed on the band of silver he couldn't remove. She was always going to be his wife.
The church was a safe haven and he turned his head up, wiping a few stray tears away to put up a face. He was fine. Nobody was allowed to ask questions. They'd all lost somebody in the end right? The green shirt he wore had the top two buttons missing and a sleeve ripped from its seams. Usually kempt black hair was a scraggly mop atop his head and the dark jeans were spattered with blood, dirt and grime.
He eyed the people around him, caught no eyes in his direction and turned in his seat to face the window. The one sleeves still afixed to his shirt was rolled up three inches past his wrist. The sight that greeted him had him wincing. Two hours ago, whilst searching for food he'd been bit by one of those things. It burned and flared his entire arm, but he couldn't say anything. They would only put him down like a diseased dog.
A whimper was choked back. If he wasn't immune then he only hoped that he would see his beautiful wife Paula and his son that would've been almost five months old now. He shoved the sleeve back into place and blinked away the tears, eyes focusing on the wedding band he never took off.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 16, 2014 0:04:08 GMT
A man stepped out from another room into the hall with a bat in his hand. He looked at Heather and then to Charlie and back again.
"Y-y-y-you b-been b-bit?" He stuttered.
"No, no. Neither of us have. Have you?" She replied. He shook his head. "Good. Are you the only one here?" She asked him. She could see he was clearly terrified. He stood at about 5'6 which was a little taller than her and looked about 27 which was a little older than her.
"Y-yeah. They're ap-p-p-parrently g-gathering at the ch-church." He was shaking.
"St. Joseph's? Round the corner?" He nodded his head in response.
"Mummy is that man going to hit us?" Charlie spoke, worried. Heather bent down to meet him at eye level and calm him down.
"No, baby. He's just scared because of the ill people. He won't hurt us." She kissed him on the head.
He looked at the bat and lowered it down. "Sorry."
"It's okay," Heather assured him, "my name's Heather and this is Charlie. What's your name?"
"F-Frank."
"Well, Frank. Maybe we should go to the church then."
He looked at her for a second before going to the window and looking outside.
"B-but. B-but they could be out there." He spoke quickly.
"Then we'll be very quick. We'll be safer around more people."
Frank considered it for a moment or two before stepping away from the window.
"You d-don't look v-v-very fast."
"Don't let the belly and chair fool you, I'm used to runnin' like this now." She smiled but Frank's worried expression remained. "We're going to the church, are you coming with us?"
Frank bit his lip. "Ok-kay."
"Right then, come on Charlie we're going outside again." With that she pushed the door open again and looked from side to side. She couldn't see any zombies so stepped out with Frank close behind holding his bat close to his chest. They wandered in the direction of the church in a quickened pace and were nearly there when Heather got a sudden pain in her abdomen and had to stop. She put a hand on her belly.
"W-what's wrong?" Frank asked.
"It's okay it happens sometimes. Baby doesn't seem to like what's happening around here either." Frank saw a zombie in the distance behind them.
"W-we g-gotta go!" He shouted, panicking. "There's one b-behind us!"
Charlie started crying. "Ssshh baby shhhh. Gotta be quiet baby. Don't let Frank scare you." She spoke as she forced herself to move quickly to the church. When they reached the doors they knocked frantically. "Help, help!" Heather shouted. "P-p-please! L-l-let us in!" "Help! Help!" Charlie joined in.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
Posts: 337
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Post by Andaru on Jan 16, 2014 16:43:56 GMT
Brian jumped at the sound of the knocking, then the shouting that came after. His blood went cold, all that noise was going to attract the whole town or what was left of it and he wasn't sure how secure the church actually was. He ran to the door.
"Oi, knock it off you'll attract them all to us. Have any of you been bit?" Brian was shouting but you could hear the shaking in his voice. He looked around at the handful of people inside the church.
"I ain't letting you in unless you've not been bit."
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Post by Tonks on Jan 16, 2014 18:37:05 GMT
"We promise we haven't! Please, I need to sit." Heather pleaded. The pain in her abdomen was fierce. "I h-haven't either!" Frank added, his eyes full of fear.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 16, 2014 20:04:41 GMT
Sam turned his eyes to the door. Knocking. Voices. People. The fact about people weren't being let in if they'd been bit concerned him. What would they do if they found out? How would they react? Would they throw him to the zombies or would they kill him themselves? "Let them in!" He shouted.
Nobody could be in a worse position then him right? He wiped at a faint gathering of sweat and hoped it was just the heat of the abundance of people and not the infection spreading.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
Posts: 337
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Post by Andaru on Jan 16, 2014 20:38:14 GMT
"Alright, come in but quieten down or you'll attract them all here." He motioned to some of the others to help pull enough of the barricade down to let the newcomers in. When he saw exactly who he was letting in he couldn't believe it. If there was ever a group that could contribute less to fighting off a zombie attack this was it.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 16, 2014 20:45:30 GMT
Heather wheeled Charlie through quickly, "Thank you." She tried not to lean too much on the chair as she put it with his back against the wall and pressed on the breaks. She sat down next to Charlie with heavy breaths. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek before sitting back and breathing deeply. She rubbed her stomach. "You okay mummy?" Charlie asked, leaning forward to try and see her. "Yes, baby. Just your sister saying hello."
Frank ran in after them, breathing rapidly. He didn't thank the man but instead sat on a chair, grabbed clumps of his hair in his fists and began to rock slightly back and forth.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 17, 2014 20:20:52 GMT
Maybe I should leave. Before I turn. He shook his head. Sam hoped there was a chance he was immune to the disease. He'd heard rumours of people who were immune and maybe, just maybe, there was a slither of hope that he was immune too.
Sam sighed and let his fingers play with his wedding band. He stood and turned to face the new comers. Put on a face and they'll never know. His hands slipped into his pockets and he stepped across the room to approach the three new people. "Hey," his eyes roamed over the pregnant belly and the child in the wheelchair. How had they survived but my wife and kid couldn't? "Are you three alright? You're not bit are you?" The last thing anybody needed was two bitten survivors in an enclosed space.
He stuck his good arm out to them, "I'm Sam."
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Post by Tonks on Jan 17, 2014 20:44:51 GMT
Heather was still huffing and puffing but reached her hand out to meet his. "Heather." She stated breathlessly. "I'm Charlie!" Charlie grinned, sticking his hand out too to great the stranger. "We've not been bit. And mummy is okay, it's my sister saying hello." His innocent grin still covered his face.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 17, 2014 20:48:16 GMT
Sam strained the muscles in his mouth to smile. Oh great, rub it in a little. He shook hands with Heather and nodded his head to Brian. "This is Brian, local football star. Nice to see you're both fit and well." He let his eyes turn down to her stomach, "When's she due?"
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Post by Tonks on Jan 17, 2014 20:57:08 GMT
Fit and well? Was that a dig?
"6 weeks if she holds on that long." Heather replied. "That's Frank." She nodded her head in his direction. "Met him on the way, can't say I know much about him."
"Football star, eh Brian? My husband supports the local teams. I'm sure he'll love to meet you when he gets here." She went on her knees and tried to stand up because her back was now aching.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
Posts: 337
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Post by Andaru on Jan 18, 2014 0:49:30 GMT
Brian heard his name mentioned, he made a half-arsed attempt at saying hi and helped some of the others but the barricade back up. He then walked away to do a check on the other entrances.
"All that screaming and shouting might have attracted some attention." He said to one of the other men.
"Go check the windows and see if anything is coming are way." The person nodded and they both went about making sure the church was still secure. Why couldn't people have turned up that might have been helpful. If everything went to shit he'd just run, no sense helping those that would slow him down. They weren't gunna survive anyway.
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