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Chapter One
Quarantine
A few blocks away from Three Towers.
Erik Wright
"There's too many of them!"
"Put them down! Put them down!"
"I'm out, I'm fucking out!"
The line of police cruisers, parked haphazardly across Gwen street, was alive with gunfire and panicked screams. S.W.A.T personnel and officers alike were manning their impromptu barricade as if it was the wall of a medieval castle, running this way and that, barking commands, firing off their weapons and pushing back any of the infected that got near them.
They'd done a good job, and had stood much longer than any two-bit National Guard formation would have done. They were all that was left of their precinct, and had been prescribed suicide orders by some National Guard ass hole ten miles away in the Safe Zone. They were to hold the main junction, where Gwen passed over into Evey, and where drone imaging had shown a build up these things moving south.
It had been an hour of chaotic battle - the healthy few facing off against the countless sick. The police had taken few losses, but each felled was a known friend; and there was only one way to deal with a friend afflicted by this disease: A clean shot to the brain.
The sick had piled up against the crooked line of police cruisers, trying to climb over them only to be driven back by a fresh wave of hot lead. The police were taking no prisoners, knowing all too well by this point what they were really up against. They cursed, fired, hit and stabbed at anything that tried to grab hold of them, but it was only a matter of time.
"Wright!" Chief Hornby roared, discharging his 12-gauge at the mangled face of what was once a young woman. Brain fragments splatted him, and he winced briefly. "Wright, where the fuck are you?"
Sergeant Erik Wright appeared from the chaos.
"We're bugging out of here, sergeant," the Chief said, shoving more shells into his weapon. "We're low on ammo, and these fuckers are about to swarm over us. Let the Guard take care of this, I'm not losing any more good men to whatever .... to whatever this is!"
Right on cue, the crowd of infected on the other side of the cruisers reached its critical mass, and one of the vehicles on the far left was pushed steadily to one side - even as three S.W.A.Ts unloaded onto that particular part of the crowd with their submachine guns. The infected stumbled through the gap, grabbing hold of anyone that was too stupid or too petrified to move. The defenders rounded on this breach, unleashing a devastating volley onto the rapidly expanding bulge of sick people. Some fell, others staggered, but most continued as if the bullets meant nothing to them.
The defenders didn't need the Chief to tell them what was what. They fled, jumping in the squad cars that had been parked further back for just such an occasion.
"Sergeant," the Chief yelled, his face red with exertion. He pointed at the nearest cruiser. "Let's get the fuck out of here!"
Erik butted away an infected, and made his way to the cruiser, ignoring the screams of his dying comrades who were not fortunate enough to escape. Chief Hornby wrenched open the passenger side door and threw himself in.
"Drive, damnit, drive!"
Hello, can I have my character start off in the church, where he is the pastor? I'll have him quickly leave, and attempt to get to the apartment building, but if I can't, that's fine too.
Would rather have you in the apartment building, otherwise everyone is suddenly going to want to start elsewhere.
What I can allow, is that in your first post, you've just walked through the door having fled your church for whatever reason. You know? Seeking shelter etc.
I was thinking of having both. Being in the convoy (or possibly on the line), encountering too thick of a situation, and retreating into the apartment while warning the inhabitents. 1-2 posts I think.
Righty'o, I'll begin setting you up. Bear with me, shouldn't be too long.
Everyone else, carry on as you are.
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Will you going to set that scene up outside or should I make one involving a heavy assault of infected?
Sorry, maybe I misunderstood. Are you saying you want your own little "mini intro" that is occuring a few streets away? Or are you saying you've just pulled over, breaking from the convoy of police, to warn the inhabitants of the apartment building of a horde of zeds heading their way?
If the second one, then go ahead and post, but if the first, then I'll set up a scene for you.
Awesome!
Also, just to keep the timeline proper, how far are we in the 'infestation' period when we are gathered in the lobby? A few hours? A day? A week?
I noticed you have replied before I managed to edit this question in my previous post XD
The city is starting to break down. Emergency services, such as the police and the fire brigade, are either being overwhelmed or are deserting their posts. It has been a few days since the city first encountered an outbreak.
You think my character could do a slight revision CS wise (ie, starting a little before the history portion ends) and, based on the initial setting, be one of the police going by? Shit could come knocking in the form of him telling folks that all hell has broken loose and the linse have fallen.
No need to make a revision, this plan has my approval. Your character is now starting outside the building.
Quick question, if I am playing as a tenant of the building, are we allocated a room or do we choose? Escalators or Stairs?
Asking the important questions. An elevator and stairs. As for the room, it is entirely up to you! There are 42 rooms.
Okay folks, you may now post.
To clarify a few things:
It's 10PM at night.
The streets are chaos.
The national guard has quarantined the city, ruling out an exit plan -- for now.
There are people in the apartment building who are unaccounted for.
The building has yet to be barricaded.
The building has seven floors, with 6 apartments per floor.
Everyone starts in the lobby, crowded around the TV.
EDIT: Oh, and electricity + water are still working.
To clarify a few things:
It's 10PM at night.
The streets are chaos.
The national guard has quarantined the city, ruling out an exit plan -- for now.
There are people in the apartment building who are unaccounted for.
The building has yet to be barricaded.
The building has seven floors, with 6 apartments per floor.
Everyone starts in the lobby, crowded around the TV.
EDIT: Oh, and electricity + water are still working.
Chapter One
Quarantine
The lobby of the Three Towers Apartment Complex
"... the Secretary of Defense has announced the establishment of a quarantine zone around the city. Our sources say that two whole national guard divisions have been dedicated to this effort, but there has been no official word as to what resources are being utilised, and where the Government is getting them from," the 38 inch wide screen blared away in lobby, as a group of the apartment buildings' inhabitants crowded around it.
The lobby had become a sort of social area, more than it usually was, because no one enjoyed being alone these days. Being alone was a dangerous business.
"Again," the anchor continued on the TV. "we urge our viewers to remain at home, and only to venture outside if absolutely necessary. The CDC is advising that everyone segregates themselves from friends and family who may have contracted the virus... um, we're going live now to Washington, D.C, where the President is due to address the nation."
The room shook suddenly, as the deafening roar of a nearby explosion tore through the airwaves. Automatic gunfire followed in quick succession, and reached an ear drum shattering crescendo within seconds. A war was being waged outside, and the living were losing - badly. The group started to take stock of their situation; it was Hell out there, on the streets. Several other inhabitants had gone to work the day before, and hadn't been seen since. Others had fled the city before the quarantine. In any case, the group wasn't going anywhere in a hurry, not with the National Guard holding firm control over all access points in and out of the city.
"... Is this a military matter, or a health concern?" crackled the TV, showing a room full of reporters besieging the President at his press pedestal. "Both," came his icy reply.
A convoy of police cruisers sped by the front of the building, their blue lights flashing from the darkness, their sirens blaring out the sounds of gun fire, if only briefly. Though, they vanished as quickly as they had appeared. It's wasn't safe outside any more, and it was only going to be a matter of time before the sick people realised that the apartment building was still inhabited. If escape had been ruled out, then the first thing the group wanted to do was fortify the place - making it an unappealing obstacle to the sick and the healthy alike.
Though with seven floors each containing six different apartments, and only a small portion of the residents accounted for, maybe the group would have been better served by checking to see if no one was sick and hiding away. An infected running amok inside the building could prove a fatal dilemma.
"Thanks Dean, keep us updated... Moving onto the 10PM weather forecast," the TV had switched back to the anchor, the president apparently having little to say. "It looks like we have some light rain throughout the night..."
It was going to be a long, long night.
Waaaait for me!
I'll have my CS up today. With the mix of real photos and 'anime' I'm not sure which to use for my appearance, but I guess I'll find one.
I don't think it matters. Whenever I see an anime pick, I just imagine what a "real person" version would look like. It's not worth causing problems over, in my book.
The first post is written, all I need to do is post it, which will be soon. You shouldn't be left that far behind.
So yeah, sent you a message, then decided to put it here anyways.
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