[IC] Game of Life [Apocalyptic, Fungus zombie, RP]

[Song Book]

Basic map of town

the main road into the town; West Walbrok, leads out into a long stretch of highway that used to conect the town with other places. You would pass a gas station a few miles back and see what seems to be the remenites of a wall or what seemed to be the start of one. Passing into town their is a old degraded sign on your right saying 'Welcome to Brokvile' In big letters. From hear you will see to your sides broken down shops with boards over the windows. the sidewalks covered in new plant life and decaying corpses. From hear you will find a large apartment complex with outside doors on the right and the entrance to the forest path across from it. Take a left on the cross road and you will find yourself going down more boarded up shops and offices, & few houses hear and there. Take a right and find yourself in a housing district. Each of the houses are boarded up with broken windows and plant life everywhere. at the end of this road their is a semi short road with the elementary school, middle school, and highschool on one long street. Around them are over grown sport fields and a murky swimming pool know used as a artificial lake for animals. Keep going straight off the cross road, you find your self the police station on your left and a firestation on your right. This road contuines down into over grown fields where passive heards of animals make a living of the mutated plants that spread over the area. Down the road some more is the abandoned hospital and research lab. A lot of the infected swarm the hospital so it is wise to avoid it.

Everyone knew that a new civilization was going to start soon. They didn't know that civilization was on their own brinks.

[MarshiestMallow]

The young woman had just celebrated her 23rd birthday. She stood at approximately six feet, getting her height from her father's side. She weighed a few kilo's less then she should, and muscles were evident, even if most of them were just beginning. Her skin was dirty, her red hair grimy, and in a mess of curls. Freckles dotted her sun kissed skin. She wore dark clothes, the jacket she had had for two years on her back, a hunting knife strapped to her leg, and a dagger tucked into the belt of her pants. she wore the pack on her back, which had a holder for her bow, and arrows so that they were in easy reach. She walked with a determined stride, occasionally looking about her. She saw the gas station, and after a quick study, she strode into it. She stopped dead when she saw a corpse, and studying it for any signs of fungus, but concluded he had died of the gun shot wound to his chest, she felt safe taking the gas mask from it. She placed it on her head, ready to pull down when needed, and took a look around. She didn't take any food. she was quite capable of hunting her own, and in fact, felt better doing it. Leave the food for anyone else, for those that couldn't hunt. She strode out, with a small bottle of water and drank it down. She kept the empty bottle, shoving it in a pocket, and continued towards the town. She looked up at the sky, judging the time and figured that she should probably find a place to lie low, if only for a few hours. She saw the sign "'Welcome to Brokvile". She stopped, and pulled down the gas mask, entering the town. She didn't know if it was safe, or not, but thought, Why risk it?. She didn't enter the first houses she saw, but instead, she waited until she was a little bit further in, studying the decay, the lose. She soon found a building that appeared abandoned, and went inside it. After going through it, she settled in the shop front, behind the counter. The shop appeared to be a small book store, many shelves empty. She settled back, and looked up at the ceiling. Her name was Heloise Stevens, and she was alone.

[SgtEasy]

Akio looked around his surroundings. The station was barren as always, excluding his tent and the supplies he has gathered over the months. Food and water has been getting harder and harder to get a hold of and the recent outbreaks of zombies haven't helped. His dark brown eyes cast over the room before heading out of the station. He locked the doors with a iron lock and chain. He then put the screen on and pushed the car in front of the entrance. The Japanese man stepped into the street and smelled the air. Rotten. Decay. Death. This what he smelt and that meant one thing. Zombies. He gripped his PP Bizon a little harder, his knuckled going white. He heard a shuffle of the foot and pointed his SMG towards the noise. It was a fungal. He fired a three round burst, two to the chest and one to the head. Dead. This was how it always went. Day by day. Hour by hour. Food and water scarce. Death imminent. Hope lost. He heard another shuffle and let out another sigh. He put his Gas mask on and aimed his SMG at the noise. Three round burst. Down. Another shuffle. Three rounds. Dead. A can of food. Put it in pack. Keep on going. Shuffle. Fire. Down. Food. Stored. Keeps going. A monotonous but effective system. It was still boring

[User]

The ambulence wouldnt start, why does it never work when i need it? charles though, he has broken down a few miles from the hospital and the dead were waking up, he knew he could fight them off, he would lose rounds but it would work but the siren was broken and wouldnt turn off emmiting a "WAAAAA" sound down the streets and accross the silent town.

[Master Crim]

Still, quiet and overgrown. That is the world today, that was what everyone who was left had to cope with. Not seeing or talking to another real person for day sometimes week, and in few cases months. This was the case for Troy, a stocky built man with a small amount of facial hair hidden behind his metal mask. He had been walking for a long while now without contact with another "person",leaving him plenty of time to dwell on thoughts of past events; What had happened and what he did to survive. He was walking a road through a lightly forested area when he came upon a sign that read "Brokville". another town to stay in, finally I am tired of sleeping in the woods. he thought as he passed the sign. He gripped his AR that previously hung to his side, swaying as he walked. He checked his magazine 7 rounds left in this one, and one full one left. he patted the chest pocket where the spare magazine was. He also had an empty magazine I his pack, but that was not important at this time. As Troy approached the town he knelt by a tree and squinted as he scanned the houses he could see. Troy was coming in from the East and was pleased to not have seen any infected... yet. Walking into the neighborhood he secured his rifle at his side, unlocked the holster to his pistol and drew his machete from its sheath. Walking from house to house he observed closely how each house looked, and the condition it was in. Being a drifter, meaning Troy never stayed in one place very long, he had come to recognize when a place had already been raided, along with a recognizing when a place looked too good to be safe. as he walked and looked he came upon a house that met what he was looking for and decided to head in. The house was two stories with a decent amount of space to it. Troy tried the door and found it jammed, but his would not deter him from what could be food, water or even more important: medical supplies. looking around making sure he was still alone he proceeded to step back a few feet and brace himself on his left foot as he kicked the door. His first try was unsuccessful so he tried again, this time have a better result. The door came loose and swung violently inward sending wood splinters flying. Troy stood dead silent as he listened for any sounds after the door slamming… Nothing, either this place was truly abandon or someone was very quiet and waiting for him. gripping his machete tight and getting ready to draw he moved into the house taking in every sound and detail he could. The front door went into an entryway the opened to the left into a den or living room, and proceeding forwards was what looked like the kitchen and dining room. they were both clear. moving back to the entryway there was a staircase heading up across from the living room. drawing his pistol Troy slowly moved up the stairs watching and listening for any signs of true life. reaching the top of the stairs he found that stairs exited with a room on either side and a walk way that lead to what would be the master bedroom on the other side of the upstairs. on the floor was a trail of blood, not a lot but enough to see that someone had been moving around up here and were injured. checking the the room to the left of the stairs Troy found it to be the room of a young boy with posters of characters from an action cartoon and some sports stuff laying around. Troy then went to check the room across the way and found it to be a girls room, but she was older. Again there were posters, but of some punk bands. Against the the inner wall was a vanity with makeup containers setting on it. going back to the walk way Troy looked at the trail once more as it went in and out of these two rooms and then back to the master bedroom. As he began to proceed to the master room Troy put his machete mack in its place and held his pistol with both hands. Coming to the door he tried to listen through the door, pushing his metal mask against it, but heard nothing. Opening the door quickly he pointed his gun and looked in to the room trying to see if anything was moving, but instead found what looked like an empty room. going in he saw that the trail of blood lead to the closet, but it was now much more apparent that whoever this was, the wound was getting worse. Troy had fallen fully into silent killer mode, as he normally did in these situation, and moved in on the closet. opening the door slowly he came upon a sombering scene. There in the back of the closet lay the body of a man with multiple gunshot wounds to through his chest, and a cuts on his legs. holstering his pistol, Troy knelt next to the man and noticed that he was laying on something. rolling him over he saw that he was laying on the girl who had probably belonged in the room down the hall. Troy looked at them both and saw that neither of them had visible signs of infection, and it clicked almost instantly. This man was trying to… looking at the girl he saw that there was a gunshot wound in her lower jaw going up. looking to the man Troy was filled with rage and grabbed him by the throat as he drug him into the master room. “You want to take advantage of a girl like that, in a time like this!?” he yelled at the dead body. Pulling out his machete he reared back and hacked deep into the the man’s chest twice before picking him up again and heaving him out of the window into the back yard. standing at the window Troy watched with psychotic satisfaction as the man landed on his shoulder with a thud and lay in an unnatural position in the grass. then going back to the bad he pulled of the covers and went into the closet where he picked up the girl, no older than 19, and lay her on the bed. He straightened out her clothes and folded her arms to lay her hands on her chest, and covered he with the thin top sheet from the blankets. standing there he looked on not in sadness nor in pain, but with honor for the sanctity of life. Troy had moved on to search the house for supplies in the house, but not before sealing the master bedroom off with some tools he found the garage. there wasn’t a lot to be had other than a few bottles of water, which he drank, and a bag of chips. returning to the living room Troy closed the front door and sat in a chair positioned so he could see the entryway. the couch was propped up blocking the front window and the coffee table in front of that. Troy opened the removed his mask and pulled his medical mouth mask down as he opened the chips and ate, but it wasn’t too long after this that he heard something; *BANG BANG BANG* gun fire, and from a small arms weapon. “So there is still some life in this place after all. Then a few minutes later he could hear the faint noise of a siren. “This place is hoppin’ “ He laughed to himself as he dropped the chips put his masks back on and waited for more noise before he headed out.

[booksmusicanime]

Muse walked quickly and silently, keeping her Lanber Grey Stone Shotgun close to her body. Her Heinie Lady Hawk was attached to her side and her leather bag was slung over her shoulder. The black and purple haired girl was making her way quickly and quietly through the town. A rag was tied around her mouth.

[User]

finally the car started up and was roaring again, he pun the wheel around and headed towards the police station. it may have been looted ages ago but looters always leave a gun or two. he headed west along a residential district, the siren still wouldn't be quite and was drawing quite the crowd behind him. he drove past an old lawn with a freshly dead corpse in a inhuman position as if he was thrown out a window. "this could be a good time for some cheap food" he stopped the car with a screech and grabbed the pistole as he jogged towards the dead body picking it up on his shoulders and walking it back to the back of the ambulance. With his bayonet he chopped off the hand and threw it into the window causing the infected to go mad and charge.

[MarshiestMallow]

There seemed to be some sort of commotion. Heloise hesitsted briefly, before looking out the window, moving the curtains there just slightly, seeing a herd of the infection apparently being lured by an ambulance. Someone else had survived in this town. She hesitated again, then cursed, slipping on her mask, she started outside. Wondering who would be crazy enough to bloody drew the damned things to them. She took her bow and arrow out, and she began to take the infected down. She took down a few and then darted back inside the building as others began to realize someone was shooting them. She watched out the curtain, holding her breath, and locking the door. She didn't like killing them. But they were already marked for death, and a quick death by areows was better then what the fungus did to them.

[Master Crim]

Hearing the siren get close and closer made Troy uneasy. It seemed to be coming from somewhere further into town towards him. He grabbed hold of his machete and took cover in the open doorway that lead to the entry way and kitchen/dining room. Hearing the sirens, and car, stop out back he figuredthe saw the body he left there. He grinned as he thought of if they were trying to help the man, but it would be in vain, he had been dead for a while and was- *flop* Troy's thoughts were broken by an odd sound, but one he had heard before. Shit, why would he do that! he thought to him self. He knew the sound of body parts well enough to know that who ever this guy was, outside, had just ruined his chances of living if Troy got out of here. Peering around the corner Troy could see that a group of the infected that had been following this guy had started for the house, but the rest continued after their original target. Sinking back to his spot just out of site from the kitchen Troy waited as he heard the frenzied infected break through the back door and one tu, ble in the window the hand came through. The one that came through the window stared at the hand while the others started sniffing the air. Troy knew it was only a matter of time before they caught his scent, but waited in his place slowly and silently drawing his ma hete once more.

[User]

Charles kept chopping, he diddnt have enough rounds to disperse the hoards. next was the head, he theough this through a windom the hand went through, he ofcourse had forgot the radio to call anyoe near by. he fired out the door and swung into the cab and grabbed the radio handpeice "Any Living surviviors, i would like to recomened you either get out of here or climb in the back."