Dominique

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It had been a mistake coming here. Sarah had known that before she'd even set off from her house at Nottingham Terrace, and yet she'd driven all the way here and done exactly what her gut instinct had told her not to. The hospital towered over her as she watched it from its employees' entrance (the main entrance had been cordoned off by large fences covered with bright blue tarp). This door looked rather less secure, although the key pad was still in place and the light in the right hand corner blinked red like it always had done. When she stood here, Sarah could almost pretend that everything was normal; from here, she couldn't see the empty street, or the shattered windows, or the gurneys and other medical equipment strewn about the pavement. From here, she couldn't see the blood.

In her hand she held her key card. It had her full name, profession and several other details typed out next to a slightly dated picture of herself, a shy smile on her face and her hair a pale blonde at the time. It was a sharp contrast with her natural brown shade, but she'd long stopped dyeing it since. In fact, it was tied in a nonchalant, low tail at the moment; several strands had come loose, caught by the fierce wind that always seemed to gust around the medical centre. She'd been so sure that she'd use it when she got out of her car, minutes before. But now, she didn't know if that was such a good idea anymore.

There had been several reports of riots in the city, with people getting attacked and public buildings being trashed. This had occurred only shortly after the announcement came that the hospital had been closed down. Quarantined, Sarah was sure, but she had only learnt of this when she had come home from her out of state visit, yesterday. There was an email stating that until further notice, she was not going to be permitted entrance to the hospital. There had been no further information, leaving Sarah little else to do than stay at home. That was, until the call came.

Joyce had been Sarah's friend and colleague from the day she'd stepped into the hospital. Both being young nurses, they had dragged one another through every long shift – and there were many of those. She'd known Joyce to be a level-headed girl, which made it all the more worrisome when this morning, Sarah had woken up to a voice mail from her friend sounding absolutely terrified. Her voice had been shrill and high-pitched, and her words were garbled because of the sobs that broke up her sentences. Sarah could barely make out what she'd been saying, but she could hear the shrieks and shouts that echoed somewhere in the background. The message was abruptly broken off, and it was only a minute later that Sarah was leaving her home, still tugging her white coat on as she made her way to her third-hand Honda. The roads had been strangely quiet, which was probably for the best, as she'd really not paid much attention to traffic in her haste. It wasn't until she could actually see the tall outline of St. Joseph's that Sarah became at all aware of the strange lack of pedestrians, or many other cars, really, but by then she was far too set on getting inside the building to really be distracted by the eerie silence. And now here she was, about to find out if she could help her friend... or if it was too late.

Her hand was trembling as she lifted it towards the electric lock, still not sure if she had the courage to actually do this. She didn't even know if the door would open; much to her dismay, Sarah found that part of her secretly hoped it wouldn't – she didn't want to be a coward. Quarantining generally only occurred in cases of uncontrolled contaminations, as had been the case with the Ebola outbreaks not two years ago. But when Joyce had rang her, it hadn't sounded like it was in any stage of being under control. It had sounded like absolute mayhem.

A scowl littered the woman's face then. Her own indecisiveness was beginning to bother her, and irritation was overtaking from the much more rational state of apprehension she'd been in sofar. In a moment of stubborn assertiveness she pushed the card through the slot; the light turned green and a click could be heard from within. Sarah exhaled with a shivering sigh – no excuses left now. But just as she was sternly telling herself to go and find out what had happened to her friend, there was a sound coming from further down the street. She couldn't see the car from where she was at, but the screeching tyres could be heard for miles, she reckoned. The engine roared as it rushed through the street, presumably at very high speed. Sarah winced as a loud crash could be heard of metal against stone, and she froze for a moment, waiting for any further sounds. But nothing came; no shrieks, no shouts, no cars stopping – nothing. For a brief moment Sarah looked at the door again, but it was no contest, really. Not a moment later she had abandoned the unlocked entrance and rushed off to see if she could lend any assistance.

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I can post first if you want? I have time now :)

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Yes please! Do you want to go first?

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Name: Sarah Morrigan
Age: 27
Appearance:

Background: Sarah's a dedicated nurse at the St. Joseph hospital and medical centre.Fortunately (or unfortunately, knowing her eagerness to try and help others) she had been off work for a few days to travel out of town to attend a funeral. The funeral of her ex-husband, to be precise. Though they had been highschool sweethearts, his adulterous ways had caused their marriage to crash and burn after no more than three years and Sarah had been living the single life for a good twenty months when news came that Matthew had been killed in a car crash. And whilst they hadn't split up on the best of terms, she had never stopped visiting Matthew's mother, who is still extremely fond of her ex-daughter in law. She only just returned to her home city that day, when she learned (through a colleague) that all hell has broken lose inside the medical facility. Soon she'll find that outside the hospital, things are no better.

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Will start working on one :)

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All right. So daily life as usual? As far as I'm aware, the origin of the walkers in TWD is largely unknown, so it could have started in a nearby city/town and spreads in the city our characters are in by people travelling into it then spread it. Perhaps a woman rushed her husband to the hospital when he got attacked at a petrol station just outside town. He's got a large wound in his shoulder, but when the doctors try to rescue him he passes away, then - of course - assaults the one who declares the time of death. Medical staff try to contain the outbreak, not sure what has happened, and keep it quiet from the public for now. Of course that goes awry and the infection spreads throughout all the hospital and into the city. That's when our characters encounter it.

...maybe?

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Oh yay! And now I get the IC/OOC thing too ^^ So are we starting at the beginning of things going bad? And would you prefer TWD, or Resident Evil type story or...?

Hello everyone!

I found this place when searching for roleplaying forums (in fact, it was the first to come up) and it seems to be exactly what I'm looking for! I've been writing for about 15 years and been roleplaying for almost as long. I'm looking for both casual stories and long term roleplays, and I really hope to find a few of those here ^^