The Walking Dead: One Chance Left
“We’re not a people worth saving, plain and simple. We’re completely beyond that—both the undead and the few still living. Yeah, 'living.' Some life, huh? But it’s the only life we could ever possibly live if we want to stay alive another day. It’s our life that terrifies me.”
Bryant A. Loney
The world is dead, five years... its been five years since the beginning of this parasite, this disease, this act of God was stricken upon the Earth. Almost everyone is dead, or at least that's what I believe, every single attempt at restarting civilization has been meant by men who choose to take what they want, even if it means to kill and this has lead to there being no true safe place in anymore. Every single walled town has fallen violently, the people who once lived in them now wonder their streets as the dead. The few who have managed to survive this long are scattered and forced apart by thousands upon thousands of Walkers, running as far as they can towards nothing but certain death. There is no hope left anymore, there is no chance, there is no reason to live, this truly is the end of our world and the civilization that was once known as man... or at least that's how it was. As crazy at it may sound a rumor emerged from the north, a rumor that someone had a cure for the disease and they were willing to give it to all those who could make it to their location. The times are desperate and there is no guarantee that there is such a thing as a cure, but what is guaranteed is that we will not last much longer in the Dead Lands. We have one chance left and if it ends up being false then at least I will die knowing in the very end that I tried.
Colonel Sharp (USMC)
Bryant A. Loney
The world is dead, five years... its been five years since the beginning of this parasite, this disease, this act of God was stricken upon the Earth. Almost everyone is dead, or at least that's what I believe, every single attempt at restarting civilization has been meant by men who choose to take what they want, even if it means to kill and this has lead to there being no true safe place in anymore. Every single walled town has fallen violently, the people who once lived in them now wonder their streets as the dead. The few who have managed to survive this long are scattered and forced apart by thousands upon thousands of Walkers, running as far as they can towards nothing but certain death. There is no hope left anymore, there is no chance, there is no reason to live, this truly is the end of our world and the civilization that was once known as man... or at least that's how it was. As crazy at it may sound a rumor emerged from the north, a rumor that someone had a cure for the disease and they were willing to give it to all those who could make it to their location. The times are desperate and there is no guarantee that there is such a thing as a cure, but what is guaranteed is that we will not last much longer in the Dead Lands. We have one chance left and if it ends up being false then at least I will die knowing in the very end that I tried.
Colonel Sharp (USMC)
Ok so without making a really long winded explanation I have written a really short intro into this idea and will explain it a little more specific. The world is shit now, its been five years, there are no safe havens left, no towns, no walls, most of the living population is officially dead. This is pretty much the final prelude to human extinction, and there are only very few left alive who are witnessing it. However there now seems to be hope again, a mysterious broadcast has been heard on any device capable of playing it, a broadcast that says a cure had been found, while there is much skepticism there is also the reality that if this could be real then this would be the last chance to save humanity. So against all odds the remaining survivors of the human race who have heard the broadcast race to its location in search of its sender and the cure. Now this is where the twist is going to come in, the cure is not some secret vial of medicine or a vaccine of any sort... no the cure is taking shape in the form of... a time machine built by the last surviving genius in the world. Yes the hope for humanity takes form in the shape of a mythical device that should not be possible but has become reality, this roleplay is ideally going to have two parts too it, the first will be converging on this cure and reaching the location mentioned in the broadcast, and the second part will be going back in time to stop this from ever becoming a reality and changing the human fate.
Ideally we are going to be creating the reason how this disease became a reality, the origin of what has destroyed the world, the final chapter of the story. With that said I am looking for a small group of dedicated roleplayers to brain storm with on this story. So if your interested in this story and are not the start em and leave em type shoot me a message below.