Surviving: The End (Season 2)
Season 3 is currently CLOSED to new players. Once the season full kicks off, new joins will be a possibility.
Surviving: The End (StE) is a zombie post-apoc survival RP. This is NOT an RP about killing ZOMG a horde of zombies, that was epic LOL or any of that crap. It's about characters surviving, how they survive and how surviving in the world changes them--then how they in turn change and affect others. It's dark and cruel. People will die. There will be cussing and violence and blood and gore. If this doesn't sound great to you, then feel free to read but don't waste you time or mine. If you are the kind of person who is frequently thinking "ZOMG THIS RP SOUNDS GREAT I WANNA JOIN!" And then disappears 2 weeks later when you find the next trendy RP boner, then don't waste MY time. Or do. And leave. Some characters have to feed the machine. Go easy.
Surviving: The End S3 OOC
Surviving: The End S3 Cast of Characters
At the farmhouse in Missouri...
The shooting lasted for what most thought was forever, but Jon counted about 3 seconds. He could hear someone with some form of command presence screaming for a cease fire. Slowly the shots died down, the two shooters in the back of the house taking the last few shots as the realized that the rest of the bandits had stopped. There was a lot of dust in the house but for the most part, little happened as the house was built for duty: thick wood, stone and mortar. This was a house probably built during the cold war era, and in an area prone to tornadoes, not the cookie cutter, plywood crap build recently. Jon looked around and didn't see any immediate injuries so he said aloud,
"stay down. Anyone hurt?"
Will poked his head out from around the fridge he'd hidden behind, shaking his head quietly.
"All set here."
He had an arrow on the string and the bow at half draw by his waist, ready to aim and release at a moment's notice.
Jon popped his own head up out and looked out the back door, a door that was now nothing but a piece of wood hanging from the remaining hinge. He could see part of the truck and a little movement, so it appeared that as of this moment, those men were remaining behind cover and waiting for orders. At that moment, he realized that this exact situation was the one that he'd have to exploit in order to make it out alive. There were 2, maybe 3 men at that truck, they were cut off from their leader at the moment and most likely wouldn't make any move until told. His mind starting moving when he heard Terry's voice yell,
"Scarlet is hit."
To his credit, the older man's voice didn't waiver or give away any sign of panic.
Then, two things that Jon didn't want to hear made their way to his ears. One was Harris' voice, the second was what he said.
"Fuck, Arianna is hit, she's bleeding!"
'Shit,' thought Jon. That was NOT what he'd wanted to hear. He took a deep breath and made his way towards the front, first chancing upon Scarlet. She was on the floor and bleeding from her stomach area, and bleeding heavily. Eddie and Terry were around her, talking to her and pressing down some cloth on the wound, but Jon already saw that she was going to die. Across the room, he looked over and saw Harris and Arianna and grimaced. Her wound wasn't as bad necessarily, but her knee was opened up, the bullet looking like it had hit directly on her kneecap.
That meant that already, two people would have to be left behind.
"Everyone, around me now, you all keep watching the windows." It took a moment or two for the people to low crawl or shuffle over but when they were all within earshot, he grimaced slightly and said "look, we're going to have to make a break for it. There's a truck out back, but some of you are going to have to stay behind." He looked around and frowned deeper still. Most of the people were shook and scared, in a bit of shock.
Will blinked, turning his head to peer at Jon, bow raised towards the back door.
"Stay -behind-? Remind me to ram an arrow up your ass later for that. It's a -truck-. Who doesn't fit in the cabin, fits in the bed. Period."
Huh. He actually took a rude tone to Jon. That's new.
Jon figured someone would have something to say, but of all the people he didn't think it would be will. On top of anger, he felt disappointed, he thought the kid was smarter than that. "Because this is what happens. We make a break for the back, the guys in front come around and shoot us in the fucking backs. The MOMENT we break for the truck, we have to lay down some suppressive fire. On top of that, if YOU want to carry a full grown woman to that truck, you better fucking make it before I get to the cab bec--"
Before he could say anymore, Arianna spoke up, her face already getting somewhat pale and sweaty. "I'll stay. I'm going to die anyway, either from this, or infection or slowing you down. Fuck that. And her, she's as good as dead, she'll do the same."
Will narrowed his eyes.
"Why do you all have to be so damned smart? I hate agreeing with you."
Jon glared at Will for a second before saying, more to him specifically, but also to anyone listening, "Sometimes you have to make decisions you don't want to, and it sucks. The real hard part is living with it after. Hope you don't even have to make many of those, kid."
Will shrugged slightly, then reached up and selected another arrow from his quiver, tossing it Arianna's way.
"If anyone gets close, stab them with that. And turn away. It explodes."
Explosive arrows. Only Will would manage something like that. -And- it looked like any other broadhead in his quiver. Except on this one, the tip seemed to be on tiny hinges. Interesting.
Terry, meanwhile, hefted his crowbar and Fuad's old shotgun with a sigh.
"I'll stay, then. If anyone's able to act as a human shield, it's me."
At that point, before he had a chance to actually think about it, Eddie blurted out, "I'll stay too."
Jon snapped, quick to stem the flow of volunteers, "ok. You four. The rest of us, once the shooting starts are going to make it for the truck. There's at least two armed men here, so shoot smart." Had he not interjected, the passion of the moment may have had all of them deciding to valiantly stay behind and go out in a blaze of glory. And Jon wasn't looking to die today.
Will sighed, nodding.
"I'll go out first. Sneak through the grass, you know they won't see me."
Without even waiting, he made for the window, returning his bow to his back and replacing his arrow in the quiver. He pressed his back against the wall beside a window, glancing out briefly before simply stepping back and diving through the glass shoulder first, landing outside... right on top of someone. He rolled off with a grunt of surprise, coming up in a crouch some three feet away, already ready to fight.
Felix held a bobby pin in his mouth and a small piece of metal in his hand. His rifle was over his shoulder, strapped to his chest as he tried to pick the window's lock. He muttered, "Fuck!" As the small piece of metal broke and he pulled the pin out of his mouth to start at the lock again. However, as he started to turn the bolt, the window shattered and a mass came rolling into him. The man instinctively rolled with the whatever it was that came at him, landing in a kneeling position beside the body. It was kind of hard to see who was beside him, but he was quick to grab the smaller man's shirt and stand up with him, slamming him into a tree, his voice low, "Shut the fuck up or I swear to god I'll drive a knife so far into your stomach that you'll disintegrate from the inside-out," He growled angrily. "Understand? Now who the fuck are you? How many of you are in there?"
Will snarled as he was rammed into a tree, listening to the short rant from the man. Most of his face was hidden by his hair, but the small smirk on his lips was visible, low and threatening.
You'd have to be one lucky mother fucker to manage. I, my ugly friend, am Will. That's all you need to know."
His hands shot up, smacking his own wrists outward against Felix's in an attempt to get his hands off his shirt collar. Should such an attempt succeed, his fingers would slip forward, aimed at Felix's throat.
Jon would have liked to have told Will to shut the hell up and settle but the kid was gone before he really had a chance, and he most likely wouldn't have listened anyway. Will was beginning to become a real pain in Jon's ass. He waited for a few moments to allow Will to take the first shot at those in the back but there was nothing. Then he heard the rustling out the window that meant he'd been intercepted in some form or the other. Jon decided it was now or never, quickly saying "let's go. Say your good byes and quick. Hell's about to be unleashed here in a sec." Jon had all of his weapons but would have liked to gather up his possessions but he could find more and survive without them, and they'd slow him and the others down and cost time to gather.
He took a moment and simply said, "thanks," to the four who'd decided to stay. The others took a few more moments, there was some hugging and praying, but after a few more seconds, Jon looked at all of them and said "When I go, I'm not turning back. I'm not stopping or waiting. High fucking tail it like the end of the world is behind you." Then to those staying behind he said "don't stop shooting once we start." Jon took a split second to look over at Arianna. He wanted to say something, but what could he say? She just looked out the window, the look in her eye one of resolve. She knew the four staying here were going to die. It was as simple as that...
And Terry, being Terry, stepped between Jon and the door, just long enough to.... hug him. That's right. Hug Jon. A manly man hug of course.
"Keep them all safe." Jon was about to say something. Something harsh and angry for putting more of a burden on him, more expectations. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could Terry hefted his shotgun, and made a run instead for the front door, shouting and bashing through it shoulder first, firing off a slug into the crowd and swinging his crowbar over his head.
"Bring it on you sorry sons of bitches!"
Jon turned and ran for the door, assuming the others were behind him. Between the fight that the bandits could barely see and the sudden shooting in the front of the building, the two bandits were confused and unsure what to do. Jon snapped off a round just before exiting the house, catching one of the men in the shoulder. Then, Jon realized he had been wrong, and it was most likely going to cost them.
A total of three men stepped out from either side of the truck and all in one instant, Jon and his group opened up at the same time that those 3 men did, the world seemed to explode in a hail of gunfire. Jon somehow lost his balance and half spun to the ground. Catching himself, not losing a step, he made his way to the truck, yelling "grab their guns, let's go."