To think it all began years ago, the gradual decline that would bring the once bustling cities of the world to a halt. The governments of man failing to protect them from something which couldn’t be stopped, their mindless movement unceasing even when the conventional means were used. It all started with murders, disappearances, and kidnappings. At first, nobody thought much about it. The families of those who were found dead or went missing mourned but everybody thought “Hey, it won’t happen to me. They were just unlucky.” How wrong their thoughts were, the mindless act of pushing away something which soon became so overbearing that nobody knew how to act, so overbearing that the pillars which supported them collapsed like a regular man trying to be Atlas.
They came one day, the shambling masses of the missing and kidnapped. They were reported found and rescued by all those who had seen them, who had recognized their faces from the milk cartons and daily news reporting on them. The media swarmed, they were taken away by their crying families and given a home. They smelled of rot though, unbearably so that those who lived with them often had to bathe them everyday to remove the smell. They were just as they had been the moment they were taken or disappeared, but they were mindless and unresponsive. They didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, simply sat and went wherever they were led. Then, one of them killed somebody. It wasn’t like the movies, the ones where they mindlessly attacked the man and ripped them to shreds to consume the flesh. No, it was something more.
The Reborn, as some had taken to calling them, cared not about eating their target but used their teeth and bare hands as they were the most immediate weapons. They had no motive for who they killed, simply striking with fury and mindless abandon. Those who had been left out on the streets became a danger to civilians, attacking whenever. One couldn’t go anywhere on foot or otherwise without worrying about being attacked. The Cops, the National Guard, they tried to stop them but a bullet through the brain wouldn’t end it nor removing the head from the body. They kept going, ambulating wildly and attacking whatever they touched. Burning the bodies was the only way but the stench… the look of pain and inhuman screaming brought that idea to a halt quickly. People started to riot, break down mentally in public and plead with their governments for some kind of safety only to be met with halfhearted and half-ass attempts.
Looting, murder, kidnapping, it all came crashing down as people stopped caring about being civil and did as they wished. Humanity showed its true colors finally and we realized that, if we were to survive, it was either alone or together. Those who had a common goal banded together, protecting each other from the danger of the Reborn and outsiders. Paranoia brought mass killings as those who pleaded with the less civil of groups were often killed out of fear. More Reborn came, crawling out of their graves and rising from those who were murdered in the months following their arrival. People got use to the sight of them and the fear of them died off, so long as one was safe behind the walls of many upstart towns that is. The Outside is death, the Inside is life. Within, it is as if everything were normal. But even being normal comes at a cost, especially in a world like this one.
Welcome to my recent brainchild and thank you for having read through that horrendously long intro. This rp is, obviously, set in an apocalyptic world where zombies known as Reborn wander through the outside world. But these are not your C-Rated movie zombies which die to a bullet, no. The Reborn move even after removing the head and cutting off limbs. One’s only hope is to burn the body, a practice abandoned early on due to the awful smell and screams that came from the bodies which seemingly attracted more Reborn, inciting violence against those that had burned the body. In this RP, you’ll live in a settlement in New York City, one of many. Life goes on as if nothing were different here and people ignore the fate of those outside, but not everything is meant to last through all of time. If you’ve got any questions just ask me. I’m also looking for suggestions on a name for the RP though!
