2012 - The Year of Fear ----
Late in March 2012 a chain of seismic disturbances were recorded. No one expected what was about to come. The leading seismologist of the United States of America urged the country to take caution. He had never seen anything like this before. At many research stations across the southwest fissures started to rip through the dusty crust of the surface, and a smoke-like gas was emitted.
"This gas is unlike any other element known to man." purported the chief researcher of these incidents.
"It rots you. Defiles you. Bone matter starts mutating and growths start sprouting within the hour of exposure. Your blood vessels pop under the strain that the gas imposes on your heart. Yet, you don't die. Not yet at least."
"No. Now is when you wish you were dead. The muscles in your body start to harden, and tear. They get ripped up by the shoots of bone that start to jut out of you. Your brain starts to work autonomously as neurons fire on their own. The only saving grace in all of this is that you will die eventually. No test subject lasted longer than three hours."
That was the report sent out by the investigative committee. People were urged to avoid any smoke clouds, and life went on as it always had. Until June.
June 2012 ----
Russia attacked America's infrastructure with several EMP blasts. The results were devastating. Any car that had a computer in it stopped running. Lines of communication were severed. People living near the border of Canada had made a fortune of selling Canadian CB radios to anyone who wanted a reliable means of contacting each other.
Martial Law was established within the hour of the blasts, and looters ran rampant that night.
Out west there were tales of experiments conducted in secret government laboratories, and the monstrosities that were housed there escaping from the loss of the electrical security measures taken to incarcerate them. Cries were heard across people's radios.
Messages kept echoing out to, "Run! They're coming! They're angry, and they won't stop until they get what they want! Flee this place! They're pushing east! If you can hear this, run!"
Most people assumed that these transmissions were just part of a looter gang's plan to claim more territory, and didn't heed the warnings. A few fled, and were much better off for it.
About 2 weeks later the government had set up CB stations reserved for important messages to citizens.
July 2012 ----
Crude postcards were circulated of people infected with a strange disease. Warnings were scrawled on the backs.
The government stations all labeled these postcards as some sort of scare tactic to further divide the country.
September 2012 ----
Shops and Grocery Stores had been emptied by now. There were two major factions of people. Looters, and the URM, (United Restoration Movement). Members of URM were taken care of by the URM corps. If you were a male and wanted your family to be a part of the URM corps, then you had to join the ranks of The Sovereign, the URM's militia program. If you were a woman with a male child then the URM would accept you under the promise that your son would one day fight for the URM.
Every town in the east was a battleground between these two groups.
The URM re-opened trade lines across the country to keep basic necessities moving to where they were needed. Horror stories were often shared about meeting strange people with terrible afflictions, begging for someone to end their lives, and toxic sinkholes that ran 10-20 feet deep, spewing billowing black clouds that reeked of death.
June 2013 ----
They came. All the monstrosities that the masses were warned about swarmed the country. Zombies by the tens-of-thousands spread ever eastward.
The U.S. military made a barrier right through the center of the country, which effectively cut shipments from the URM. Families under the help of the URM lost faith in the group, and eventually people started to scatter to find their own food and water.
The looter groups had weakened by this time, but there were places that looters still had control of.
Present Day ----
It's now August. On top of the current undead, and looter problems, it seems that Canada has shut down any way of interacting with them, and blockaded off their entire border. Blockades seem to be showing up throughout other places in America as well. Most recently the entire state of Florida had been quarantined, even though there wasn't a single reported case of the undead being there.
The established CB stations of the government haven't issued a single statement since May, despite imposing all these limitations.
As if everything wasn't bad enough already, a new generation of URM had risen. After their initial fall, all the founders had left the organization to help those in need on their own. Leaving behind those in lesser positions, and that had questionable morals, to lead. The new URM required ANYONE wishing to join to be immediately put to work on the front-lines against the looters, while they went around collecting the taxes they imposed on members that survived a month or longer under the URM banner.
Children weren't spared from the new URM regime either. If they had saved a child from zombies you can bet that the child would be put into a combat training program as soon as possible.
My Character Sheet:
Name: Willis Fruehstueck
Age: 48
Appearance:
Affiliations: Early URM
Personality: Willis has always had a laid-back disposition. He used to be very outspoken, and energetic. That changed when the looters decimated his house, and killed Willis' wife and daughter. Willis blamed himself for their deaths, as he had payed a fellow URM guard to patrol Willis' route that night while he searched for a truck with a working radio. The guard took the money, fled the URM, and sold out the locations of several URM bases to the looters to feed his heroin addiction.
Skill Points:
Strength: 4
Hunger: 3
Perception: 5
Technical: 8
Late in March 2012 a chain of seismic disturbances were recorded. No one expected what was about to come. The leading seismologist of the United States of America urged the country to take caution. He had never seen anything like this before. At many research stations across the southwest fissures started to rip through the dusty crust of the surface, and a smoke-like gas was emitted.
"This gas is unlike any other element known to man." purported the chief researcher of these incidents.
"It rots you. Defiles you. Bone matter starts mutating and growths start sprouting within the hour of exposure. Your blood vessels pop under the strain that the gas imposes on your heart. Yet, you don't die. Not yet at least."
"No. Now is when you wish you were dead. The muscles in your body start to harden, and tear. They get ripped up by the shoots of bone that start to jut out of you. Your brain starts to work autonomously as neurons fire on their own. The only saving grace in all of this is that you will die eventually. No test subject lasted longer than three hours."
That was the report sent out by the investigative committee. People were urged to avoid any smoke clouds, and life went on as it always had. Until June.
June 2012 ----
Russia attacked America's infrastructure with several EMP blasts. The results were devastating. Any car that had a computer in it stopped running. Lines of communication were severed. People living near the border of Canada had made a fortune of selling Canadian CB radios to anyone who wanted a reliable means of contacting each other.
Martial Law was established within the hour of the blasts, and looters ran rampant that night.
Out west there were tales of experiments conducted in secret government laboratories, and the monstrosities that were housed there escaping from the loss of the electrical security measures taken to incarcerate them. Cries were heard across people's radios.
Messages kept echoing out to, "Run! They're coming! They're angry, and they won't stop until they get what they want! Flee this place! They're pushing east! If you can hear this, run!"
Most people assumed that these transmissions were just part of a looter gang's plan to claim more territory, and didn't heed the warnings. A few fled, and were much better off for it.
About 2 weeks later the government had set up CB stations reserved for important messages to citizens.
July 2012 ----
Crude postcards were circulated of people infected with a strange disease. Warnings were scrawled on the backs.
The government stations all labeled these postcards as some sort of scare tactic to further divide the country.
September 2012 ----
Shops and Grocery Stores had been emptied by now. There were two major factions of people. Looters, and the URM, (United Restoration Movement). Members of URM were taken care of by the URM corps. If you were a male and wanted your family to be a part of the URM corps, then you had to join the ranks of The Sovereign, the URM's militia program. If you were a woman with a male child then the URM would accept you under the promise that your son would one day fight for the URM.
Every town in the east was a battleground between these two groups.
The URM re-opened trade lines across the country to keep basic necessities moving to where they were needed. Horror stories were often shared about meeting strange people with terrible afflictions, begging for someone to end their lives, and toxic sinkholes that ran 10-20 feet deep, spewing billowing black clouds that reeked of death.
June 2013 ----
They came. All the monstrosities that the masses were warned about swarmed the country. Zombies by the tens-of-thousands spread ever eastward.
The U.S. military made a barrier right through the center of the country, which effectively cut shipments from the URM. Families under the help of the URM lost faith in the group, and eventually people started to scatter to find their own food and water.
The looter groups had weakened by this time, but there were places that looters still had control of.
Present Day ----
It's now August. On top of the current undead, and looter problems, it seems that Canada has shut down any way of interacting with them, and blockaded off their entire border. Blockades seem to be showing up throughout other places in America as well. Most recently the entire state of Florida had been quarantined, even though there wasn't a single reported case of the undead being there.
The established CB stations of the government haven't issued a single statement since May, despite imposing all these limitations.
As if everything wasn't bad enough already, a new generation of URM had risen. After their initial fall, all the founders had left the organization to help those in need on their own. Leaving behind those in lesser positions, and that had questionable morals, to lead. The new URM required ANYONE wishing to join to be immediately put to work on the front-lines against the looters, while they went around collecting the taxes they imposed on members that survived a month or longer under the URM banner.
Children weren't spared from the new URM regime either. If they had saved a child from zombies you can bet that the child would be put into a combat training program as soon as possible.
My Character Sheet:
Name: Willis Fruehstueck
Age: 48
Appearance:
Affiliations: Early URM
Personality: Willis has always had a laid-back disposition. He used to be very outspoken, and energetic. That changed when the looters decimated his house, and killed Willis' wife and daughter. Willis blamed himself for their deaths, as he had payed a fellow URM guard to patrol Willis' route that night while he searched for a truck with a working radio. The guard took the money, fled the URM, and sold out the locations of several URM bases to the looters to feed his heroin addiction.
Skill Points:
Strength: 4
Hunger: 3
Perception: 5
Technical: 8
