Post-Apocalyptic Survivor Island RP

[Skull]

12/20/2019

I remember picking this stupid journal up in a banged up supermarket somewhere in Colorado. I couldn't stop laughing at how ironic it was and said "I gotta have this." I'll never forget that damn place - its where I stupidly ate bad deli meat and got food poisoning for two weeks straight. Having diarrhea and running for your life is not as funny as it sounds. At least at the time it wasn't. What a way to start off my first entry...

I guess that's the beauty about this.

I can write without fearing for my safety. No sadness or depression. No anxiety for what awaits me throughout the night or following day. We've done it... we're finally safe. I still can't believe it. Feels like yesterday when it all went to shit and yet I barely remember how it all started. Everyone that survived was on the run. We didn't have time to debate over who or what started the pandemic. We were too scared. We just wanted to survive. I was so alone, so fucking afraid. There were nights where I thought they'd come for me and eat me alive, piece-by-piece. I've seen it happen before. Fucking terrible. The screams people made... I couldn't take it any longer. So when I found the gun on a dead trucker's corpse, I didn't think about how it could protect me. I thought of it as a way out - one bullet straight through my skull. But then she came along...



Soon enough we began grouping with other survivors. It was hectic at first. Some had families with kids and other people were just batshit crazy. There were months where we ate nothing but foliage and dead insects. Others had it worse. We escaped death so many times it became a regular part of our day. Fleeing from the infected and/or territories claimed by heavily armed gangs. Not all of us made it, but we kept on.



And here we are. All the way out in what was once San Francisco, on an abandoned island called Alcatraz. Our savior. For two years we dedicated ourselves into making this place our new home. We cleaned it out and wiped the entire place down. Some of us refortified the infrastructures while others gathered supplies and accessories from the city. Little by little, we turned this prison into a paradise. Its so perfect now. We're surrounded by water so the infected can't get us. They're rarely around these parts anyways. If marauders try raiding us, we have a hefty stockpile of firearms that will make them think twice about coming here. So far none have tried, but our scouts are reporting a lot of drifters appearing in the city now.

We have a committee. Nothing too crazy, just enough to have some kind of order like the old days. We've settled in comfortably here. Christmas is supposedly in five days - at least that's what Bruno says. It doesn't matter if it is or isn't anyways. The people need something to do you know? A celebration for how far we've come.

I don't know what the future holds, but I hope it stays like this forever... I don't want to go back to living like how we did for the last four years. Ever. That's why we need everyone together to keep this place intact and make sure that never happens.

This RP takes place in Alcatraz, San Francisco. You are among 30 survivors that momentarily escaped the perils of a lawless post-apocalyptic environment. Everybody has a role to help keep our new home running. Hunters, supply-gatherers, boatmen, security, committee, entertainment, medics, handymen, etc. How well you play your role can effect the whole community, good or bad. The world outside of the island is still a major threat to us and if we're not careful, we risk losing everything.

Interested?

[tamefisher]

I've been trying to find a fresh one of these to jump into, so yeah, count me in.

[Ozymandias]

Absolutely interested. I've been looking around for a good-looking post-apocalypse story.

[JDH97]

I am in.

Does this mean I get to rp with Ozymandias?

[Joshy]

12/20/2019

I remember picking this stupid journal up in a banged up supermarket somewhere in Colorado. I couldn't stop laughing at how ironic it was and said "I gotta have this." I'll never forget that damn place - its where I stupidly ate bad deli meat and got food poisoning for two weeks straight. Having diarrhea and running for your life is not as funny as it sounds. At least at the time it wasn't. What a way to start off my first entry...

I guess that's the beauty about this.

I can write without fearing for my safety. No sadness or depression. No anxiety for what awaits me throughout the night or following day. We've done it... we're finally safe. I still can't believe it. Feels like yesterday when it all went to shit and yet I barely remember how it all started. Everyone that survived was on the run. We didn't have time to debate over who or what started the pandemic. We were too scared. We just wanted to survive. I was so alone, so fucking afraid. There were nights where I thought they'd come for me and eat me alive, piece-by-piece. I've seen it happen before. Fucking terrible. The screams people made... I couldn't take it any longer. So when I found the gun on a dead trucker's corpse, I didn't think about how it could protect me. I thought of it as a way out - one bullet straight through my skull. But then she came along...



Soon enough we began grouping with other survivors. It was hectic at first. Some had families with kids and other people were just batshit crazy. There were months where we ate nothing but foliage and dead insects. Others had it worse. We escaped death so many times it became a regular part of our day. Fleeing from the infected and/or territories claimed by heavily armed gangs. Not all of us made it, but we kept on.



And here we are. All the way out in what was once San Francisco, on an abandoned island called Alcatraz. Our savior. For two years we dedicated ourselves into making this place our new home. We cleaned it out and wiped the entire place down. Some of us refortified the infrastructures while others gathered supplies and accessories from the city. Little by little, we turned this prison into a paradise. Its so perfect now. We're surrounded by water so the infected can't get us. They're rarely around these parts anyways. If marauders try raiding us, we have a hefty stockpile of firearms that will make them think twice about coming here. So far none have tried, but our scouts are reporting a lot of drifters appearing in the city now.

We have a committee. Nothing too crazy, just enough to have some kind of order like the old days. We've settled in comfortably here. Christmas is supposedly in five days - at least that's what Bruno says. It doesn't matter if it is or isn't anyways. The people need something to do you know? A celebration for how far we've come.

I don't know what the future holds, but I hope it stays like this forever... I don't want to go back to living like how we did for the last four years. Ever. That's why we need everyone together to keep this place intact and make sure that never happens.

This RP takes place in Alcatraz, San Francisco. You are among 30 survivors that momentarily escaped the perils of a lawless post-apocalyptic environment. Everybody has a role to help keep our new home running. Hunters, supply-gatherers, boatmen, security, committee, entertainment, medics, handymen, etc. How well you play your role can effect the whole community, good or bad. The world outside of the island is still a major threat to us and if we're not careful, we risk losing everything.

Interested?

I'm always interested in a gritty zombie game.

[Ozymandias]

I am in.

Does this mean I get to rp with Ozymandias?

<3

[JDH97]

I could die happy now.

[Joshy]

This is going to be epic. I can't decide... security, gatherer, or entertainment O.o

[JDH97]

Hunter, supply gatherer, or security for me.

[Joshy]

I'm thinking supply gatherer will be one of the most fun for me to do