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Firecracker, you were alerted... at least, someone with a very similar username to you was. Who, by the way, never even replied to my PM. What a mannerless doppelganger.

Prom, my heart hurts to hear that. I... I can't...

Peik & TheMadAssHatter (sounds like an awesome band name), glad to hear you're both interested in joining. We'll look forward to reading those CS's. Just make sure you're writing it in the right format - you'll find it at the bottom of the second OOC post. Good luck!
Woohoo! An updated and nearly-completed OOC! Props to whoever's been working so hard on it.

Now that that's all established, it may be time to get around to discussing where we're starting off in the IC. Shon and I were thinking we'd do a semi-time-skip. Because a lot of us were in-transit to our next destinations to get to our next sub-plots, we thought it'd be best to jump over the travel time and have our characters already be there so we can tackle those, accomplish what we wanted to with them, and move on.

We don't want to lose interest yet (because after such a break it could get stale quickly), so Shon and I are also working on a plot device that'll affect everyone (whether you include your characters or not is up to you however). It'll happen immediately after everyone's finished with their current sub-plots and it will bring us all back together as one big happy family for a nice, apocalyptic reunion,

Thoughts? Concerns? Compliments?
Hey, guys! You know what's real swell? Adding character quotes to the new OOC, found in the secondary doc. I hear Aweena and Shon are working hard on things, and they sure would love just a little bit of help!

Anyway, it's getting there. It should be ready soon. In the meantime, how is everyone?
Peik said
Is this still accepting? I'd like to join.


Quite possibly we may be. I'll post up the CS template soon (but probably later). Once it's up, feel free to fill it out and we'll go ahead and criticize every bit of it to determine whether it meets our high standards. No pressure, though.
Free Faller said
FIRST! *self high five cause nobody else is here* So, here's my plan: Back in the 60's I developed a weather changing machine that was in essence a sophisticated heat beam we call a laser . Using these lasers we punch a hole in the protective layer around the world which we call the ozone layer . Slowly but surely the ultraviolet rays would pour in, increasing the risk of skin cancer. That is, unless, the world pays us... a hefty ransom?Yeah, that just happened. I quoted Austin Powers just so I could use the airquote smiley things. You're all welcome.


But, hey, FF? I don't know, maybe I could marry you in real-life, or something? Just for a bit, kay?
Main Google Doc
Secondary Google Doc
Old OOC


Welcome to Hell. There are no red men with horns, wings, and pitchforks dancing amidst flames here. Not many men left, I imagine, and any who are sure as shit ain’t dancing. All that stopped five years ago, and even then it was too late. Spring of 2013 people all over the world watched the skies with bated breaths. Meteors illuminated the skies leaving glistening streaks as they rained down from above. A few meteorites survived and strange things happened. Little made it out. Governments shut it down fast, people chalked up what they saw to Bath Salts and religious extremism. We pretended nothing was off for two more years. Stroked ourselves as a second meteor shower lit up our skies in two years later, Summer 2015. The world we knew fought and fell. Some remained, undead or just corrupted, and some not too bad at all. Ultimately, all fought to survive.

Five years changed the world. Undead, gangs, and havens vied for power. Well-meaning settlements like Evergreen Haven fell in conflict with the Legion and 1007th. Records of what came next are scattered.

This is the Apocalyptica Book. I’m no academic. I’m educated, but was rough around the edges even before the world went sideways. That said, the Old World taught us that history can be the key to not repeating past mistakes. My aim is to create Apocalyptica’s first historical record. The places, groups, dangers, and most notable people are all here. Let’s hope it does some good.

-The Author

INDEX
Apocalyptica Book
pg. 0 ... Welcome to Hell
I. Havens & Maps
pg. 1 … Florida
pg. 2 … Evergreen
pg. 3 … Augusta
pg. 4 … Chico
pg. 5 … Reno
pg. 6 … Bismarck
pg. 7 … Colorado Springs
pg. 8 … Mackinac
pg. 9 ... Topeka


II. Threats
Bestiary
pg. 10 … Infected
pg. 11 … Zombies
pg. 12 … Berserker
pg. 13 … Titans

Organizations
pg. 14 ... Pirate Crew/New Farmers
pg. 15 ... Shepherds
pg. 16 ... Sentinels
pg. 17 ... Legion
pg. 18... 1007th
pg. 19 ... Condemned

War
pg. 20 ... Recorded Conflicts

III. People of Apocalyptica
pg. 21 … Abigail Farhan O’Keefe
pg. 22 … Cassandra Shannahan
pg. 23 … Coltrane Anders
pg. 24 … Daryl Romanson
pg. 25 … Simon-Pietro Lombardi
pg. 26 … Trake Havers
pg. 27 …. Winifred Ross


I.

Old World maps don’t apply anymore. Well, not the ones in common use anyway. State borders, city limits, even minor roads just don’t exist. The United States are gone; there is only Apocalyptica now. Our world today uses state names, cities too, but nature’s reclaimed much. Our territories rose from a few brave settlements called Havens. This should be a notice to just how lucky we are.
- The Author



FLORIDA______________________________________________________________________________pg. 1

Florida. The Sunshine State. I don’t know, I’m not really seeing any sawgrass touching the sky. I don’t even know what sawgrass is. Florida’s a strange place. The haven's not all of Florida, though. It’s just the southern tip of it.

It’s kind of like the haven forgot the world ended. There’s people partying on the beach - they have paper lanterns strung-up everywhere and booze and some live band is playing one-hit-wonders from the ‘90s. Oh, a firework just went off. Yeah, Florida’s like that one drunk uncle who has no concern for who sees what it’s doing.

I mean, it’s great that it’s relaxed here - and apparently you don’t have to work if you don’t want to, which I’m almost 100% I misunderstood - but it’s too chill. There’s this “Council” (AKA Florida’s government) who runs everything really strictly apparently, which I think (if I remember correctly) is an oxymoron. It’s like Disneyland and the Pentagon merged into one. It doesn’t make sense. I mean, I get how they’re so under control and got this survival thing under wraps and all - and that’s why they can celebrate the end of the world 24-freaking-7 - but it’s… it’s odd. Like, I don’t know what to feel about it.

On the plus side, they have like, three layers of walls that not even the biggest horde of HAMs could get through. So it’s pretty fortified. There’s also loads of food - and not just the canned crap everywhere else has. All the veggies and fruits are grown in “urban farms” (whatever that means), and the meat is real meat, probably something that had eyes. I feel kinda fancy being here.

Aaaaand another firework. Green this time. People are getting wasted on the beach. Stay classy, Florida.
- Lacy Greenfield, 6/7/24


EVERGREEN COLLEGE__________________________________________________________________pg. 2

Two stations in Washington braced in the early hours of the Great Outbreak. Civilians fled to Fort Lewis and the Vancouver Barracks in northern and southern Washington. When Vancouver fell, trains rushed survivors northward -- myself included. We met with Fort Lewis’s forces and relocated to Olympia’s The Evergreen State College, a school amidst a thick forestry, jutted against a river, and built high with thick walls. Those who survived improved the institution. Rooftop gardens, electric fences, car walls, and a system of paths between tall trees made ours an almost mythic haven. Best of all, we had a Council to give both civilians and soldiers a voice. I was proud-- am still proud of what we achieved. But others wanted what we made. Come October 2020 the Legion sieged. We survived, but by a dirty deal my superiors made without Council approval. The 1007th gave us victory and that very day took control. Our thriving community is a husk now. Something out of Orwell. Something wrong.
-Commander of Civil Defense, Milo ‘Franco’ Francoise, 10/27/20


AUGUSTA______________________________________________________________________________pg. 3

Somehow Augusta always remained standing. It never had the best defences and it always took everything the citizens there had to rebuild what was destroyed by endless undead attacks. But every time after they won the battle, they would build-up - stronger walls, more barbed wire, better strategies. They never did waste time; once the outbreak was reported in Mexico, Augusta started barricading the town. They used whatever they could and did what it took. There was never a large population in Augusta, so how such a small haven stayed so strong for so long is anyone’s guess. I heard someone say once those reasons are exactly why Augusta thrived: there were never a lot of allies but alway a lot of enemies. The entire population became one hive-mind army, all in it together for survival.

Getting into Augusta was always a challenge. There were undead everywhere. Beyond their walls there was little they could do to keep the dead away. They worked at thinning the crowds converging at every wall, but it never fared well. Winters were easier. Augusta was bitter in winter. The dead became more lethargic, less of a threat. As cruel as a winter in the apocalypse may be, it meant restocking their food stores, expanding their defences and disposing of the dead easily. In some aspects, Augusta was better off when the snow fell.

It’s a town on the East Coast, right on the river. The ocean’s just a little ways down. Augusta was always big on ships; as a haven, it was their trademark. If all else failed and the haven fell, their evacuation plan was resting right on the water. Augusta had the luxury of sending scouting parties out on water to look for safe land or areas to scavenge. They didn’t do that well when it came to supplies, and staying in Augusta meant going hungry. But they didn’t give up.
- Winifred Ross, 11/12/25


CHICO_________________________________________________________________________________pg. 4

Chico was one of the bigger Havens, mostly because it was kind of four Havens lumped into one. You had the actual Chico Haven, where most of the people lived (and it had the most impressive defense walls I’ve ever seen), then you had Oroville… which I think was only good for the dam they had there that provided water and electricity. I don’t think a lot of people lived there. Then there was Orland, where all the farms were, and lastly Marysville. I never visited Marysville, but I heard you could hear nothing but the dead on the other side of the walls there.
- Lacy Greenfield, 3/2/23


RENO_________________________________________________________________________________pg. 5

I was pretty much there at the beginning of Reno Haven. Can’t say it’s changed much since then and I can’t say it’s a good place to be. I mean, yeah, it’s pretty safe from the deaders being in the desert and surrounded by a concrete wall and all, but it’s not the undead you need to worry about there. Most of the businessmen around there are… what’s a nice term? Morally ambiguous? Yeah, that. You gotta be street smart to make it in Reno. Fuck around with the wrong guy and you’ll wake up dead in an alleyway or not being able to find someone willing to sell you a glass of water. The militia generally tries to keep everything peaceful, and the leaders mean well, but they can’t be everywhere at once and they’re pretty lax when it comes to who they let in the walls. I’ve never seen more outbreaks than when I lived in Reno.
Fun is still a pretty big seller there, though. It’s got a lot of that Vegas mentality going and you’ll always find someone willing to buy or sell one of the big three: drinks, drugs, or sex. If you need to relive some of the old-world, Reno is one of those Havens you can do it in. You know, if you’re into that sort of thing.
-Cassie Shannahan, Spring ‘21


BISMARCK_____________________________________________________________________________pg. 6

It wasn’t like the other Havens. There were no great walls keeping us in and them out. There were no trenches or land mines or heavy artillery stationed at watchtowers spaced every hundred feet apart. Just barricades we made from what we found. We put up lots of fences and we patrolled them, day in and day out. It was right in the middle of a city with trees everywhere. It was out of the way, so we didn’t always see lots of undead. But the people of Bismarck never stopped. They were always helpful and willing to fight, and maybe it was that determination that kept things going.

There were lots of fields outside the Haven and a few sub-districts we left alone. Eventually those fields were turned into farmland. Even knowing what was going on to the rest of the world, it didn’t feel a bad in Bismarck. There was always lots of food and warmth. We had gas –there was a gasoline refinery just across this river, and it still worked for a while. It was in another little city, Mandan. It was never fortified like Bismarck, but there were never enough undead there for it to be a danger zone. Groups of people would go out on day-trips to scavenge for necessities, and they always brought back more than enough gas.

There were lots of hunters and lots of wild animals to bring home. I never felt comfortable enough to relax there, but I could see why others did. It wasn’t the most well-defended Haven out there, and it would fall easily from a horde, but the people knew how to make the most of it.
- Winifred Ross, 11/11/25


COLORADO SPRINGS___________________________________________________________________pg. 7

MACKINAC____________________________________________________________________________pg. 8

For the longest time, nobody really knew about Mackinac Haven. It’s super secluded, being an island off the coasts of the upper and lower peninsulas of Michigan. Yeah, it’s the same Mackinac that was a tourist town back in the day. You know, with the fudge. People live in the hotels that covered the place, or built homes from the trees. Most people there are fishermen or hunters that are sent to the mainland to get food. The water protects them from the undead almost all year long, but it’s a northern haven and it gets super fucking cold in the winter.
For a few weeks a year the lakes freeze over enough for zeds to walk across them. They call it Horde Season, and it takes the entire population of the haven to fend off the zombies that gather on the shoreline throughout the year. They’ve fenced in the island, but shit still sucks. I’ve only been there for two of them, but I don’t think I’ve killed so many zeds anywhere else in my travels. Once and awhile I’ll get word that some condemned pirates have raided a haven boat or two, but they don’t pose much threat to Mackinac itself. Their leaders keep everything pretty orderly, along with their volunteer force. They get a little too big for their britches, sometimes, and can be a little harsh on their punishments for breaking the rules too. Trust me on that. Other than that it’s an alright place, I guess. Kept my family pretty safe for a long time.
-Cassie Shannahan, Fall ‘22


TOPEKA______________________________________________________________________________pg. 9

Being in Topeka Haven was… uncomfortably comfortable. A lot of people just called it “The Church” because it’s a really religious Haven. They had some socially backward ways there, but a lot of the people were nice, wholesome people who just needed support and the Church gave them that support. It had this Western feel to it, like with cowboys and saloons from those old books. They had fences and walls in some areas, but nothing too extreme. The dead just never went around to those parts… it was like they never wanted to.

At dinnertime when the weather was right, we’d have these really big dinners outside on wooden picnic tables until the moon came out, and everyone would laugh and talk. The clothes they wore were bland and you had to work no matter what (and they stuck to some real sexist gender roles), but some days it just felt like home.

It used to be run by a madman named Caecilius. He was kinda seriously warped. He corrupted a lot of the Church because he himself was corrupted. He used to think he was a beacon for God and that God wanted him to do his bidding by converting everyone into the Church, because every sane person thinks that way. He used to send out search parties to find people and, “with force”, make them go back to the Church. Otherwise they were slaughtered – no, sorry, “cleansed” from the world.

Yeah, it’s definitely a better place now that Misty Raines has taken over.
- Lacy Greenfield, 3/2/23
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