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City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-03-28 11:12:59 (edited 2009-05-11 01:37:25)

In 2011, a man in China was bitten while out on a walk. Whatever bit him remains a mystery, but it is known that a day after dying from a strange and unexplained illness, he got up. From there, the plague spread, as people brought the disease to every corner of the world. Always, the story was the same: man arrives at his destination, man collapses, dies, reanimates, and begins to infect others. Soon, the plague spread throughout the world. Governments everywhere collapsed as the living dead attacked. Several countries were completely overrun, their populace replaced by shambling swarms of zombies. Some countries, on the other hand, continued resisting the zombie threat by moving their seat of government to a safe area and building up an army to combat the undead. Paragon City, USA. 2011. This is where our story begins. ********************* CITY OF THE DEAD ********************* THE GOAL The goal of the RP is to escape Paragon City without getting killed or infected, and to save as many survivors as you can. Oh yeah, and to kill as many zombies as you humanly can. THE RULES 1.) BE REALISTIC. This is an RP about ordinary people against zombies. Don't try to be an hero. If you have a firearm, you don't always get headshots. If you have a crowbar, you don't always get a chance to crack a zombie's skull. Also, ammo is limited in Paragon City, as most of the gun shops are near Breckinridge or Fort Illingsworth (see map). So don't try going Rambo on the Z's: you'll only end up wasting ammo, or worse, youll end up getting eaten alive. 2.) I will remind you: YOU ARE MORTAL. Yes, you can die. So if you go off charging into a mob of zombies, expect to get killed (and become a zombie thereafter). I will be the one controlling the zombies, BTW. Don't worry: if you die, you can make a new character. But why would you wanna kill off a character you made? 3.) READ THE RP GUIDE. 4.) As much as possible, try to use the novel form of RP. It is not a requirement, though, as long as you try to write well. 5.) When it comes to weapons, REALISM IS A MUST. You won't find a rocket launcher or a laser cannon in Paragon City, so don't give your character one. 6.) Always post your location and time, like this: [Location-Time]. This makes it easier for the rest of us to follow the RP. 7.) Only up to two characters per RPer, please. 8.) If you join the Army Remnants, your starting point is Fort Illingsworth: if you join the Militia of the Sacred Cross, then the Church of New Hope is your starting point. If you are a Neutral Survivor, then you may choose any of the green points on the map as your starting point- or you may choose to be on the move. If so, then use one of the points on the map (like Battenberg or Middlemarch) as a reference point (ex: instead of "Middlemarch", say "North of Middlemarch). 9.) If, for some unseen reason, you need to take a long time away from the RP, tell me. Your character will be an NPC in your absence in order to make sure he/she doesn't get left behind. 10.) Have fun! (This is the most important rule of all.) ******* THE MAP Our story takes place in Paragon City, a city abandoned by the Army during their retreat. The survivors have taken refuge in the last few safe spots. NOTE: The darker the area on the map is, the more zombies there will be there. So pick your destinations carefully! ******* YOUR CHARACTER Before you start playing, write a profile of your character/s. NAME: Your character's name. AGE: Self-explanatory. APPEARANCE: Also self-explanatory. OCCUPATION: This should be any job that's reasonable. FACTION: You can join any of the two factions or you can be a neutral. STARTING STUFF: The things you start with. Your weapons will usually be either a melee weapon, a pistol, or some other firearm. STARTING LOCATION: This is either Fort Illingsworth, the Church of the New Hope, or any of the safe zones (green spots on the map). DESCRIPTION: Make this as reasonable as possible. You are a civilian/soldier/priest; not some hero with a "mysterious past". Save that for some other RP. ******** PLAYERS Army Remnants Isaac Remington (Icarael) Militia of the Sacred Cross Amrit Denns (Saito) Edward Garrett (Icarael) Neutral Survivors David Carter (Basil) Chloe Mizuho (Xiand) Karuzo Zweihander (KM Revolution) Snake Valentine (Snake) Alisa Valentine (Snake) Mitsui (Kawaii Assassin) Alexander Troya (L) Kenneth "Wolf" Davidson (Ronin) Sasha [A dog] (Ronin) Nicholas Price (Rister) THE FACTIONS (NOTE: If you don't want to join either faction, then you are a Neutral Survivor.) (NOTE: The two factions aren't hostile to each other- unless the story turns in that direction. Remember, it's your call.) The Army Remnants When the army pulled back from Paragon City, several units remained behind to guard their rear. However, some of them were unable to rejoin the retreating soldiers and were trapped. Facing death, they holed up in Fort Illingsworth, where they found a group of survivors. With their help, they were able to clear out the surrounding area, going so far as to retake Paragon City Airport, letting a small group of survivors escape. Unfortunately, they received news that the government could not afford to send anymore rescue flights to Paragon, as they already had enough trouble with the other landing zones. Now, the remnants of the Army plan to escape through the entrance of the town- straight through a massive mob of zombies. The Militia of the Sacred Cross On a routine patrol, Rev. Arthur Goldmann, Army chaplain, was attacked near Saint Stephen's Cathedral (now the Church of the New Hope). As his squad was ambushed by a large horde of zombies, the Reverend and his men prepared themselves for a fight to the death. However, this was not to be, as a group of men dressed in the white robes of priestly office helped them to escape to the safety of the church. Later on, the Reverend realized that these clergymen-turned-soldiers were part of a group called the Militia of the Sacred Cross. They preached that by killing zombies, they liberated the trapped souls of the infected. The Reverend and his soldiers joined later, becoming the strategic mind of the Militia. Neutral Survivors Not everyone was lucky enough to escape from Paragon City when the plague struck. Some of them were left behind during the escape. A lot of these survivors were killed by zombies or hostile survivors. Some made it out, only to starve to death in the forests beyond Paragon. The few who survived holed up in the last few un-infested areas, scrounging the surrounding area for supplies. Some were able to join the army remnants or the Militia. Others became small communities in themselves, like the group in the suburbs of Middlemarch. Each group of survivors may be different in size or strength, but all of them have one common goal: escape. ***************** THE ENEMY The city is swarming with "Infected", zombies created by a virus that "raises the dead" by altering the mental processes and physical structure of the body. This virus is only transmissible through fluid exchange, usually by a bite from a zombie or by infected flesh or blood entering the body. Only humans can become zombies; all animals that attempt to feed or bite a zombie contract a fast-spreading infection and die. There is no cure for the virus. Anyone infected is doomed to become a zombie. The symptoms of infection start with high fever (around 39-40 degrees C), chills, nausea and vomiting. Then, as the virus takes hold of the nervous system, the person's behavior grows more erratic, causing seizures, delirium, and a rabid fear of light. Eventually, the infected sinks into a coma, ceases breathing, and then reanimates. All this occurs in the space of four to fifteen hours. These zombies are very slow, a result of rigor mortis influencing their muscles. However, they appear in groups ranging from about a hundred zombies to "mega-hordes" of a million zombies, so their slow pace is no weakness. They are not only numerous, they are tireless, sleepless, emotionless, and extremely tough. Shooting them in the body or in the limbs does nothing to stop them. Numerous and tough as these zombies may be, they all have one weak point: the head. Destroying the head destroys the brain, stopping all nervous transmissions to the rest of the body and leaving the virus no way of controlling the host. However, in fighting a huge pack of infected, hitting a head can be hard. As if that wasn't enough, brain matter has the highest concentration of the virus anywhere, so getting a bit of brain into an open wound is a death sentence. Indeed, the "Infected" are a dangerous enemy, an enemy not to be underestimated. ********* POSTSCRIPT: If you have any ideas on how this RP can be improved, tell me. I'm always open to new ideas. ********* NAME: Isaac Remington AGE: 24 APPEARANCE: OCCUPATION: Soldier (Lance Corporal), leader of Tactical Squad Bravo FACTION: Army Remnants STARTING STUFF: M16A2 with 40 5.56 NATO rounds, crowbar, flashlight, backpack, two days' worth of K rations STARTING LOCATION: Fort Illingsworth DESCRIPTION: When the Army pulled out of Paragon City, Isaac Remington was one of the soldiers left behind as a rearguard. However, his unit was soon forced to retreat due to the huge amount of undead swarming their position. The rearguard established their position at Fort Illingsworth, and have been planning to escape ever since. Isaac may be a handsome man, but behind his good looks lies a grizzled soldier, as battle-ready and tough as anyone else in the Army. Part of the New Breed of Gendou RPers: Haseo, Fenris, Roxas, Zero, Toyumi and Kyosuke.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-03-28 11:51:34 (edited 2009-04-05 13:43:05)

Awesome, dude. Kinda reminds me of Max Brooks' World War Z I'll join this. NAME: David Carter AGE: 21 APPEARANCE: Looks like the average messy-haired geek; there's nothing special about him. Brown hair, dark brown eyes, 6'1" in height. Likes to wear multi-pocketed cargo pants. OCCUPATION: college student FACTION: Neutral STARTING STUFF: an imported bokken daito, a Swiss Army pocket knife, a messenger bag, four large packs of beef jerky, a crank-powered flashlight/radio, a laptop with three more hours of battery life, notebooks, and writing tools. STARTING LOCATION: McDougall College - dormitory DESCRIPTION: A self-proclaimed "otaku-geek hybrid" who is currently studying literature in the local college, Dave is a happy-go-lucky guy whose relaxed outlook in life often led him to minor troubles with school-related academics. He is also known to spend much on gadgets and other geek-related stuff. The zombie outbreak had caught him and his friends off-guard, and so they holed up in the dormitory, fortifying it to hold off zombies until help arrives.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-03-28 13:04:08 (edited 2009-03-29 06:50:47)

Looks cool, ill join in ^^ NAME: Amrit Denns AGE: 23 APPEARANCE: OCCUPATION: Soldier-Priest, Leader of the Militia of the Sacred Cross(if you dont mind) FACTION: The Militia of the Sacred Cross STARTING STUFF: Taurus .357 Magnum Model 605, little knife hidden in his chain cross, flashlight, backpack with some supplies STARTING LOCATION: Church of New Hope DESCRIPTION: Amrit was an normal priest before the infection came, he decided to fight the zombies with his felow priests, later they started to call themself Militia of the Sacred Cross, Amrit as the leader is the only one allowed to wear black dress instead of white. As he helped Reverend, he and his man are now hiding at the Church thinkin of how they might escape and help as much as people they can Hope you are okay with this Icarael

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-03-29 06:15:04 (edited 2009-04-07 06:25:45)

@Saito: Yeah, go on ahead. You can be the leader of the Militia. @Basil: Thanks. This RP is, in fact, based off Max Brooks' World War Z. And now, my other character. ******** NAME: Father Edward Garrett AGE: 21 APPEARANCE: OCCUPATION: Soldier/priest, Minister of Final Purification FACTION: Militia of the Sacred Cross STARTING STUFF: Smith & Wesson .357 Model 686-P revolver, crowbar, SOG 2000 knife, Bible, electric torch, two days' worth of supplies STARTING LOCATION: Church of New Hope DESCRIPTION: A civilian priest turned militiaman, Edward Garrett is in charge of administering the sacrament of "Final Purification" to infected victims and executing those who have already "turned". His cool, professional demeanor makes people think of him as callous and uncaring. In reality, he feels guilt over having to execute those innocent people who had the bad luck to be infected. Part of the New Breed of Gendou RPers: Haseo, Fenris, Roxas, Zero, Toyumi and Kyosuke.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-03-29 19:59:05

Well, that's cool. I'll think up of adding a new character later, as I am in need of sleep.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-03-30 03:03:28

omg!!!! I AM SOO IN!!! _________ Name: Pesco Roma Age: 23 pic: To Be Updated i got like 1 min to do this so ima update all later

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-03-31 09:28:23 (edited 2009-04-01 04:16:21)

@Redflare: Welcome aboard. Hope you enjoy the RP. @ALL: I'm starting this right now, then. Note that it'll still be open for other players. [Fort Illingsworth, 0600 HRS- 6:00 AM] The morning sun cast its first rays upon the shivering refugees taking shelter in Fort Illingsworth. The cluster of pale, trembling civilians sitting in the middle of the floor spoke in whispers as the men in green fatigues rushed to and fro, their hurried voices resounding in the chamber. Some of them carried boxes full of bullets, and every step they took, the whole lot jingled. Outside, a group of soldiers waited, their rifles aimed at the fog. "So, Isaac, what do you see?" A bearded giant of a man strode over to one of them, tapping him on the shoulder. "A few hundred skin jobs, sir." The young man's face was pale with two days of late-night watching. "Comin' our way." "I see." The man turned to another soldier, tapped him on the back. "You, Charles, got anything?" The Briton chewed at his lip before answering. "I don't think the Zeds will be too much of a threat. Still... You never know." He turned about. "That's how they work." The line sat in silence, watching the shadows in the fog shamble and thrash about. Two soldiers halted, put down a wooden crate, then sped off. "Ammo here, guys," the tall man said. The soldiers quickly took their share of the cartridges, shoving them into pockets and belts. "Hey, Isaac." A voice said. "When d'ya think they'll come?" It was Private Will, his lanky frame bent forward so he could catch every word. "Hell if I know." Isaac said. "They seem pretty far away." And I wish I damn well knew, he thought. This waiting is slow murder. *************** [Chapel of the New Hope, 6:00 AM- Matins] Absolve, Domine, animas omnium fidelium defunctorum ab omni vinculo delictorum et gratia tua illis succurente mereantur evadere iudicium ultionis, et lucis æterne beatitudine perfrui... The low chant of the choir wove itself into the clatter of preparations. Men and women slipped on white cassocks and loaded their rifles before walking out the tall doors of Saint Stephen Church. The Church of New Hope, that's what they call it now, Father Edward Garett said to himself. Father Garrett stood in the doorway, observing several soldier-priests of the Militia of the Sacred Cross reinforcing the crude barricade they had built in the path ahead. Others stood on guard, watching for any signs of zombies. Edward stepped out, looked left and right, taking in the scene. A group of priests sat in the nearby glade, stooping over something. He walked over to them, tapped one on the shoulder. "Did you find something?" The priests moved aside, showing Edward a badly mauled man lying on the grass. His breathing was shallow; each breath sounded as if it was a struggle for him. Edward knelt down, examined the victim. The man's skin felt hot, yet he shivered at every touch. As he turned over one of his arms, he saw a set of marks, like human teeth... Edward stood up. "This man is infected. Why did you bring him here?" he whispered to one of the priests. "Well, you see, the man..." The priest fidgeted, then looked at Edward with a pleading stare. "We found him on the night vigil. We... couldn't just leave him." Edward paused, then said: "I understand. You, Brother Jerome, come with me," he said to a freckle-faced young man. "You, Brother Abel, call the graveyard watch," he said to another priest. The man gasped for breath, eyes looking up at Edward. "Forgive me for what I must do," he whispered. He knelt near the dying man, took out his Bible and a small vial of ointment, then began the rite. "Almighty God have mercy upon thee, forgive thee thy sins, and bring thee to everlasting life." The man choked out a tortured "Amen." Father Edward opened the vial and dipped his finger, then drew a cross on the man's fevered forehead. The deed done, he stepped back and drew the Smith and Wesson from its holster. "Lord, forgive me for shedding an innocent's blood," he muttered. ************** [Minutes later] Father Edward walked out of the glade, just in time to see the graveyard watch arrive. They stood at attention, holding their shovels, faces hidden beneath safety masks. All it took was one nod from Father Edward for them to get to work. As the masked priests got to work, Father Edward simply stared at his hand. Am I truly God's steward... or just a glorified assassin? Am I... a murderer? He shook his head. Unimportant questions. He turned on his heel and headed for the church. A good confession would sort everything out. Better that they die as men than as undead. But he still wasn't convinced. Part of the New Breed of Gendou RPers: Haseo, Fenris, Roxas, Zero, Toyumi and Kyosuke.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-03-31 14:44:02

[McDougall College, 06.30AM] Dave woke up slowly as his alarm clock beeped repeatedly. He managed to hit the snooze button, but somebody was knocking on the door. "Dave? Wake up, dude!" Dave looked around and noticed that he was the only one sleeping in their room; his roommates were nowhere to be found. They've probably went out on to resupply. He sat on his bed, scratching his head. "Hey, man! Wake up! You're on food supply today!" Dave's eyes widened. Oh crap, I forgot I'm on resupply duty today, too! He hastily fixed his bed, changed his clothes, and grabbed his stuff, including his sturdy wooden bokken daito. Outside the room stood his best pal Jonathan. "What took you so long? I was standing here for, what, ten minutes!?" He was gripping a baseball bat. "Sorry, I forgot about duty," Dave said apologetically, sliding his bokken through the left side of his belt as if sheathing a sword. He and Jon went downstairs to meet up with the other survivors. In his mind he was formulating the day's routine - mostly searching for salvageable items and food during the day, and then bunking up at night, fighting to defend the dorms, if necessary. He was particularly excited about the morning's search duty, as the local otaku-centric store was added to their itinerary. I'm gonna get myself one of those limited edition Saber figures, he thought with a malicious grin. Jon noticed this, and said with a sigh, "good grief, this is why I've been wishing this dorm was co-ed." They went into the caretaker's office, now the center for the dorm's defenses. The student council president sat on a chair, examining the map of the area and marking off potential danger zones. Dave and Jon stood in front of the president's desk. The president looked up and nodded to the two. "G'morning, gentlemen," he greeted as he offered the two seats and some coffee. Jon politely refused, while Dave accepted the piping hot source of caffeine. The president went on to brief them, and as Jon stood up, the president beckoned Dave to come closer. "Hey, don't forget about our deal, huh? You'll get me the 'item' agreed upon, huh?" Dave grinned. "No prob," he whispered, "I'll get that 'item' for you." Jon could only shrug, knowing what those two were talking about. "I guess it's something perverted again," he said to himself.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-03-31 21:33:07 (edited 2009-04-01 07:30:05)

I wanna join too! NAME: Chloe Mizuho AGE: 22 APPEARANCE: Just imagine a normal half-Japanene "girl-next-door" type of person ). Chloe has wavy, short black hair and fair skin. She starts out wearing a plain shirt, windbreaker, jogging pants and trainers. OCCUPATION: College Student, senior year. FACTION: Neutral Survivor STARTING STUFF: Small duffel bag with extra clothes, band-aids, ointment and general medicines, snacks and a pepper spray. Motorbike gear, including a 250cc Kawasaki bike with less than half a tank of fuel left. STARTING LOCATION: Paragon Shopping District. DESCRIPTION: Chloe Mizuho is in her senior year in college. She is not very good with grades, but she is a very active person as well as being a member of Mcdougall College Track & Field. Her older brother is a Kendo instructor, so every so often he trains Chloe whenever she goes go visit her family in Japan. She is fond of bikes, thus her usual mode of transport is her old but trusty Kawasaki ZXR250. A few days ago, she was tasked to gather some supplies for her other friends residing in Mcdougall College, when she got ambushed by a horde of zombies. She fell from her bike but managed to ride away safely. In the incident, she sustained a sprained ankle and decided to rest in the shopping district for a while. However, when she decided to return back to the dorms, she found her usual path now saturated with zombies. ********** ~Paragon Shopping District - 6:45am~ Chloe woke up with a start. She had slept in the second floor of the Paragon Shopping District for the second night in a row already. Chloe had been sleeping in the foodcourt area, with her protection on her left being a concrete wall and on her right being her Kawasaki. Her matress and blanket were a bunch of clothes taken from the apparels section, while her dinner last night was a cup of instant noodles and a small bar of chocolate, in which their wrappers now sat a foot away. Chloe, in her sleepiness, yawned and tried to stretch, only to be reminded of her ankle which got sprained a couple of days ago. "Ouch ouch ouch..." she muttered as she curled back up to tenderly massage it. As her vision panned to the dinged and scratched side of her bike, she recalled her near-miss encounter with the small horde. It was her first time to actually be so close to them. Chloe muttered under her breath. "Stupid, stinky zombies..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she stroked her damaged Kawasaki. "Now how am I supposed to get back?" As Chloe sat upright, she reached in her pocket to get her cellphone. She instantly sighed as she looked at the signal bar: still zero. Well, i don't think we'll be getting any more signal anytime soon... She promptly turned it off and put it back into her pocket. After tidying up a bit, Chloe suddenly realized that she didn't have a suitable weapon for self-defense. Oh shoot, what a genius you are, Chloe, she thought sarcastically. With that, she stood up and scurried around the mall. Noticing the local sports store, she slips inside and gets a waterproof flashlight, extra batteries, and a metal baseball bat (Chloe has seen zombie movies before; she figures that using sharp objects will spill zombie blood and might infect her or others, so she opts for blunt attacks. A baseball bat's handling properties is the closest she could get to a kendo sword).

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-01 07:53:56 (edited 2009-04-02 02:36:17)

[Fort Illingsworth, 0640 HRS- 6:40 AM] The shadows in the fog continued their slow, staggering movement. Isaac drew a hand over his face and sighed. He'd spent the past few days guarding the barricade from hordes of zombies that never came. Why couldn't they just let them sleep and then call them when they actually attacked? Another soldier came up, bringing a small cooler. "Sarge sent this up from the kitchen. Think you might need a pick-me-up." He opened the box to reveal a stack of Styrofoam cups, a thermos filled with coffee, and some sandwiches. The soldiers took their breakfast, then ate while watching the fog ahead. "Leas' we won'be fightin' on an emp'y stomac'," Isaac mumbled through a mouthful of bread and lettuce. He swallowed, then sipped at the coffee in his Styro cup. The coffee filled his belly with warmth, driving away sleep and fatigue for the time being. "At least we still have food," Charles said, before taking a bite out of his sandwich. Willy lifted his binoculars to his eyes as he took a bite of his sandwich. He quickly swallowed as he turned to the rest of the team. "They'll be here in around four minutes! Better get ready!" A bald man turned to face Willy. "Ahh, don't worry. We'll be finished in two. Then we can go fill those skin jobs full'a lead." He took a sip from his cup of coffee. Isaac took a quick glance at the mist as he took another bite of his sandwich. Still too far to shoot. He swallowed, took another sip of coffee. We can't attack them; they can't attack us. Fair exchange. **************** [Somewhere near the Church of the New Hope, 6:40 AM] Father Edward Garrett stepped into the abandoned house, two younger priests following him. He'd gone up to the confessor to talk about his guilt, and all he said was: "Go out and help in scouting. It'll clear your mind." As if that would help, Garrett brooded. The three priests tiptoed through the empty apartment, weapons held at the ready. Each step kicked up clouds of dust from the dirty carpet beneath them. "See if there's anything we can scrounge up," Edward said. "We'll meet here in five." The two other priests took off; one for the second floor, one for the kitchens. Edward walked through the living room. The place seemed to have been the site of a struggle. Vases lay smashed on the floor; the furniture was riddled with bullet holes and bloodsatins; a birdcage lay on the floor, its bars battered into curves. A photograph caught Edward's eye. He stooped to pick it up. It was a photo of a couple: a man, a woman, and a little boy, not over five years old. Edward made the sign of the cross, said a short prayer, and then slipped it into his pocket. Suddenly, Edward noticed a faint smell, like raw meat, coming from the corridor in front. Edward walked forward, hands clenched around his crowbar. A silhouette slouched in the corridor. Edward flicked on his electric torch and immediately regretted ever having done so. The zombie turned towards the priest, then shuffled forward, hands stretched out. Edward noted with disgust that its innards were hanging out from its stomach. He backed away, and the thing followed, its mouth open in a groan. Edward tried to circle around it, but it followed. It was too narrow to run. He stopped, let the zombie come to him. Edward swung down, aiming for the head. It hit with a sickening crunch. The zombie still kept on going, grasping his sleeves. Edward struck again, this time smushing the brain. The zombie crumpled to the ground, brains spilling out of its broken cranium. Edward stood there, blood and flesh dripping off his crowbar. "What's going on?" One of the priests was at Edward's side, shaking his shoulder. "Zombie." He turned about. "Let's get out of here. Might be more." He turned back. "Find anything?" "No." "Then let's go." The third member of their party had arrived. He stared at the shattered corpse on the carpet. "Bloody Zeds," he muttered, then started after the retreating figures of his comrades. Part of the New Breed of Gendou RPers: Haseo, Fenris, Roxas, Zero, Toyumi and Kyosuke.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-01 08:50:59

~Church of the New Hope, Amrit's Room, 6:00AM~ Amrit was in his room, it was an small room, with small bed, chair and table, Amrit was sitting on his chair thinking ".. we should make our move's.. these zombies are moving closer and closer to the Church" he thought, then someone knocked on his door, he stood and said "Come in.." Priest came in, he was realy young, maybe 18 or 19, but Amrit wasnt that old himself, and he knew this priest realy well, becouse he was one of his closest friend, then the priest started talking "Father Amrit--" but then Amrit stopped him and told him "..Jean, i already told you to call me Amrit in private.." so the priest continued ".. A-amrit.." he said little nervously ".. its time to go" "I know.." said Amrit and they both walked out of the room, becouse Amrit was the leader of the Militia, he himself should be allowed to fight the zombies, but he said if he was to sit down all day and only think of strategies he wont take the role of the leader anymore, so they left him to do as he wish, it was already past 6:00AM and Amrit with some priest were going to do the Morning Purification as Amrit called it, they walked out of the Church and Amrit said "Brother Jean, where are we going today" and Brother Jean answered "Today we are going to an small shop near the commercial area closest to the church Father Amrit" "I see" answered Amrit and they started walking to the small shop

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-01 10:46:44 (edited 2009-04-01 10:47:00)

[Mcdougall College - Dormitory Office, 06.42AM] "Sir, I've some news!" A student with a shovel, probably a scout, stood in the doorway, panting. After catching his breath, he began his report. "Sir, remember the streets going to the shopping district?" The president was puzzled. "Yeah, what about it?" "It seems that the zombies have accumulated on those streets again," continued the scout. Everyone was surprised, especially Dave and the president. The news meant that the going to the district was out of the question, and that meant no goodies for the two. The president inhaled deeply. "It seems that you'll be going to the airport again," he sighed. Dave, disappointed, could do nothing but agree. "Damn zombies," he muttered. Suddenly, the radio on the president's desk crackled to life. Even though there were no active phone lines, small communications radios were still operable, particularly small citizen's band radios. "Hello?" a female voice from the radio said. "This is from the Middlemarch community. Can anyone hear me?" The president grabber the mouthpiece. "This is the McDougall College dorm #1; I hear you." "Thank god, you're still there. Just a friendly notice: we've spotted a relatively small group of zombies around the airport. It's a good idea to send in a larger resupply party, if you are going to." The president was taken aback. Zombies? In the airport!? "Okay, I understand. Thanks for the tip." "You're welcome. And you guys be careful, especially you, Charlie." The president's face turned red in embarrassment. "Yeah, yeah, I know, sis" He then dropped the connection. Everyone in the room burst into fits of laughter. "Hey, be careful now, Char~lie," one student called out. More laughter ensued. Humiliated, the president barked, "Okay! N-now go back to y-your posts!!" He turned to Dave, whose eyes were tearing up from laughter. "Go to dorm 2 and coordinate with the search party there."

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-01 18:50:32 (edited 2009-04-02 08:05:09)

~Paragon Shopping District - 6:59am~ (just edited my time a bit; my clock's going too fast, haha ^^;) Chloe slowly stuck her head out from the entrance of the sports store where she had 'borrowed' the flashlight and baseball bat. Looking around just to make sure the area was still safe, she slipped out with still a bit of a limp on her left ankle. Now feeling hungry as it was already her breakfast time, she went down the stairs to the convenience store to grab a bite to eat. Hmmm, what'll I have today? Chloe passed through the aisles of the store, mumbling out the food she saw. Noodles...nah, had that... bread...Ooh, sourdough... hmmm, wonder where the jams are... As she gathered up the breakfast of choice, Chloe suddenly heard a rustling, crunchy noise, similar to stepping on a bag of chips. She froze instantly as her eyes darted from left to right, desperately trying to find out where it had come from. It was dead silent again; she could hear her heart beat faster and faster by the second. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Chloe spotted something unusual. On the far end of the store, she notices that one of the large windows were shattered, with a pile of packaged products on the floor. She panicked. In her past two days in the shopping complex, she could've sworn that it wasn't like that. She remembered passing through that aisle, without having to step over or around the mess that was there right now. Chloe slowly put down the food that was in her arms and proceeded to take her bat. Getting into one of the Kendo stances that her brother taught her in Japan, she nervously approached the smashed window. By now sweat was starting to bead along her forehead, her heart beating as if she was running a 100-meter dash. I musn't scream, I musn't scream, I musn't scream she repeated to herself, fearful of giving away her position to nearby zombies if she ever did. She finally arrived at the foot of the mess. Standing vigilant, she waited for any movement. First nothing. Then suddenly, a groan from under the pile of food. "Oh shi-" Chloe held back her profanity as she raised the bat and prepared for a downward strike. "Uuugh...C-chloe?" Chloe gasped as she stopped her strike midway. Wait a minute,she thought to herself, zombies can't talk! She immediately dropped the bat on the floor and dug out the person from the pile. "R-Richard!!! Wha... what are you doing here!?" Richard, one of her classmates and friend from the men's dormitory, slowly got up, all the while brushing chips and bits of glass off him. "Thank God you're still ok... Lisa and the others told me you hadn't come back for a long while. They got worried and started telling me around 1am last night. So I organized a small search party to look for you." "Wha...1am? You went out at 1am??? You know how dangerous that is???" Chloe now looked more angry than grateful for the company. "B-but where are the others? And why'd you have to crash into a window like that?" "That's the thing. We didn't expect so many zombies now, so in trying to avoid them, I got split from the rest of the group." Richard then pointed to a bicycle lying just outside the window. "We took bikes to speed up our progress. After the struggle, I guess I was so tired after reaching this place that I just collapsed...I don't know, I don't remember..." He trailed off. Chloe now looked at his body, alarmed. "Richard, you're bleeding!" "Oh it's ok, it's from crashing through the glass, nothing to worry about... For now, I think I gotta eat, I'm starving!" Chloe and Richard set out to continue gathering food and medical supplies. What both of them didn't notice was that one of the wounds was from his struggle with the zombies the night he went out.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-02 07:11:47 (edited 2009-04-04 08:33:48)

[Fort Illingsworth, 07:00 HRS- 7:00 AM] The group of soldiers at the barricade stared at the distant crowd of undead. Their cups of coffee and half-eaten sandwiches lay on the ground, forgotten in the wake of the news: "The horde is getting bigger." "Thirty minutes to contact..." Wally whispered. "Shall I go call the others?" The bearded man from before nodded. Without wasting time, Wally ran for the barracks, panting and huffing like a dog until he dissolved into the distance. Charles looked over the pile of sandbags and furniture that made up their barricade. The black blobs in the distance were resolving into a clearer, humanoid shape. "Zeds a-comin... Good Lord knows how many there are." He shivered, looking at the rest of the troops. "Chaincall* effect. That little Zed party is now a bloody horde." "Whatever," the bald man replied. "Those skin jobs get any closer..." He formed his fingers into a gun, fired imaginary bullets at an imaginary horde. "Motherf***ers are all dead before they know it." Isaac shook his head, grinning. That was Dave, being his usual gung-ho self. He often noticed that side of him whenever Zack came in force. Could it be that he was scared? He had to stifle a chuckle at that. Dave. CPL Dave Dickinson. David Adrian Dickinson, the toughest mofo in Squad Bravo... no, make that the whole battalion... no, the WHOLE GODDAMN ARMY! That guy, who makes Chuck Norris look like a p***y... Scared? He looked at the man, his eyes drawn to his shaved head. A grin spread on his face. Now THAT's a crazy thought. Smiling to himself, he propped his M16A2 on a gap in the barricade and tested his aim. "Hmmm... might be able to get a few good shots from here..." He looked again, craned his neck to check around.He removed the rifle. "Nahh, too constricting." He opened his canteen and took a sip. The water was warm, its bland flavor oddly soothing in his mouth. Charles fidgeted with the trigger of his rifle. "Gonna be relieving when we finally get to shoot them bloody Zeds." And still, the horde grew nearer, inch by inch. ****************************** [South of the Church of the New Hope, 6:58 AM] The three priests exited the apartment, their robes kicking up clouds of dust behind them as they ran. "There could be more zombies coming. They might have heard our scuffle. Best to get out of here." Edward spoke, words rattling off his tongue with each step. "Relax, Father." This was the second priest, the one who first noticed him and the zombie. Brother Sebastian, Edward noted, looking to his right. "I don't think there'll be that many zombies," Sebastian said, jogging to keep pace with the other two. "If there will be Zees, I think we can take 'em." The third priest didn't speak, but kept running and casting glances towards his back. He had already flicked off the safety on his MP5K and was now tapping on the trigger, ready to fire a burst if needed. ******* *Chaincall- A phenomenon that occurs when one zombie's moan attracts another. This can be extremely dangerous, because if that next zombie moans and attracts another, who then attracts another, the chain, if unbroken, can cause a horde to gather. Many unprepared strongholds have been taken down by a horde created by a Chaincall. Part of the New Breed of Gendou RPers: Haseo, Fenris, Roxas, Zero, Toyumi and Kyosuke.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-02 10:24:32 (edited 2009-04-04 07:30:04)

@Icarael You must've gotten the Church Militia idea from the Russian priests, eh? [McDougall College Campus Grounds, 06.45AM] "Hey, Jon," Dave started, wanting to confirm a hunch, "isn't dorm 2..." "The female dormitory?" Jon was very calm in demeanor. "Yeah, why d'you ask?" Dave replied, "nothing, just confirming a hunch." That ended all further conversations, and the party went on silently. The party from dorm 1 consisted of Dave, Jon, and Alexander, an amateur survivalist whose favorite shows included the "classics" like Man Vs. Wild and Survivorman. He was considered the luckiest bastard in dorm 1, as he was the only one to find an abandoned USMC Standard Infantry Entrenchment Tool*, or the Lobotomizer*. He carried it with him all the time, slung on his back with a thick cord. He was also fond of eating anything that moved, as long as it's not poisonous. They arrived at dorm 2 only to find that a heated debate was going on. Not wanting to intrude, they crept silently towards the office. "The search party had not even returned yet," one girl said sternly. "But... they could be trapped!" Another shouted in protest. Judging by her voice, she was on the verge of tears. "Please, we gotta find them!" A chorus voiced out their agreement. The stern voiced girl suddenly raised her tone. "We do not have enough resources to send in another search party! We lack equipment, supplies, and weapons!" She paused for a bit, waiting for the crowd to be silent. "Now, we can only afford to send in a small party to the shopping district for only a couple of minutes of rummaging," she continued. "You, Alice, will go with Ellie. Now." That, Jon thought, was their cue to make their entrance. "'Scuse me," he called out, "we were sent here by Charlie to bear some disturbing news." The stern-voiced girl, who turned out to be the secretary of the student council, turned to him. "And what may that disturbing news be?" Jon cleared his throat. "We've received reports that the streets towards the shopping district has become a war zone again. Also, a RELATIVELY small group of Zacks have been spotted at the airport." Everybody knew that relatively meant about a hundred zombies or so. "What!?" the secretary gasped in shock. Apparently, the male dorm was always at the forefront of receiving recent news, as everyone in dorm 2 was in shock. Jon allowed Dave to continue the report. "We've been sent here to coordinate with your resupply party, as recommended by Charlie's sister." He managed to suppress a laugh. "And I advise that your party be heavily armed and properly equipped," butted in Alec. "We may be in for a fight." [The streets, 07.00AM] The usual resupply party consisted of only three people, but given the circumstance, the party was now doubled in size - six properly armed, properly equipped students. The party was led by Alec, with Eleanor, or Ellie, and Jon behind him. Looking after their rear were Dave, Alice, and Claire. All were armed with blunt weapons with the exception of Alec and his Lobotomizer*. After walking quite the distance, Dave spotted some large crates hidden behind a bush. "I see something there!" he called out, and Alec led the group towards the bushes. Upon opening the crates, Jon, the military enthusiast, let out an expletive. "Standard Infantry Entrenchment Tools*!" he shouted. He took one and made a practice swing. As the others took out a Lobotomizer* each, Jon was frantically opening the second crate. The contents warranted another expletive, which irked Ellie. "Sh+t! SIRs*! These bastards never jam!" He grabbed a Standard Infantry Rifle* and shouldered it. He slung the SIR* on his back and searched for ammo, but there was none to be found. "Oh, for chrissakes, who stocks up rifles without even leaving some ammo!?" After having calmed down a bit, Jon let Alec lead the way again. Behind the group, Dave was admiring the blade of his Lobotomizer* when he heard stifled crying. He noticed that Alice was barely holding back her tears. "What's wrong?" he asked. Alice was startled. "I-it's nothing," she said, wiping her eyes. "Well, it doesn't look like there's nothing wrong." Alice hesitated. "It's just my brother..." she sniffed. "He joined a search party last week, and I haven't heard of anything from him yet." Dave raised his eyebrows in realization. So, she must be upperclassman Clive's sibling. Though he knew how potentially hazardous it is to go to the shopping district, he couldn't help but feel strongly about going there. "Don't worry, I'll go ask Alec if we could," he comforted her. And I'll go grab the "goods" on the way! Behind the tears, Alice managed a subtle smile. "Thanks." * The Lobotomizer and the SIR are both taken from Max Brook's World War Z.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-02 14:55:51

~Around 6:35AM, Shop~ Five soldier-priests, six with Amrit were in the shop, reports said that this was one of the small nest of the Zombie's, but right now there was no-one there "Lets go deeper.." Said Amrit, and they walked deeper in the ship, they had to take out theirs flashlighs becouse it was getting darker and darker, they had weapons ready, they walked into the one of the room's, first was one of the priest, behind him Amrit and the rest of the team, suddently the priest that was in the front screamed "SOMETHING GRABBED MY LEG!!!" then he started to shoot around him, Amrit looked calm, he grabbed the scared priest by his arm "Calm down Brother Sam" the priest that was shooting around him stopped and looked at Amrit, he was pointing on his foot, it wasnt zombie, he just kicked into the rumbles that were on the floor "I will go in the front" Said Amrit "But--!" wanted the protest the priest that was in the front now priest, but Amrit pierced him with his look and the priest didnt continued, thay were walking around the shop but didnt find anything "There should be second floor in here.. and maybe--" suddently they heard something from below "--basement.. yes basement" said Amrit, then they walked into the basement, they could believe what they saw, there were zombies everywhere, walking aimlessly in the basement, they didnt seem to notice them yet ".. calm down.. lets get closer" whispered Amrit to them, they walked down the stairs, and got into formation, Amrit nodded at them and they started shooting Suprisingly there werent that much zombies after all, as expected, even though Amrit had only one pistol with him, he killed most of the zombies, he was realy skilled, and some one the priest envied him, or simply respected him for that, but as Amrit would say, he is only doing what must be done, it was over soon, becouse they supresed even the zombies by that attack, as it was over the soldier-priest took out small vials with holy water in it, then they dipped theirs fingers into the vial, then drew a cross on the zombies bloody forehead and mumbled some words, as it was all over Amrit said "Lets go, there is nothing more we can do in here.." he said and they started to walk out of the shop

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-02 23:13:01 (edited 2009-04-05 23:08:48)

~Paragon Shopping District - 7:02am~ By now, Chloe and Richard's duffel bags were completely full of the resources they were originally tasked to get from the district. with a bag hanging from each of their shoulders, they both climbed up to the second floor where the foodcourt was. "Ah, so you've brought your Kawasaki. And I thought we'd be running back to the dorm," Richard said jokingly to try and lighten the mood. It wasn't working. Chloe was still obviously preturbed at the fact that yet another search team had fallen apart within the streets of Paragon. Who knows what might've happened to the others in Richard's search party; some might've not been so lucky. Furthrmore, if something did happen to them, that would mean less manpower, less supplies and lost equipment for the rest of the survivors of dorm 2... Chloe couldn't stop but think about this as she walked on. Aside from this, another issue was bothering her. Last week, Chloe still easily managed to ride her way around the zombie hordes by herself; she was one of the few students who had a motorbike for transportation. This was the main reason why Chloe usually opted to go out alone for supplies rather than with larger, slower groups. But now, there was hardly enough room to maneuvre fast enough to not get caught by them. Both Richard and Chloe sat down as they got to the place where her bike was parked. She then looked at him worriedly."Richard, if we're really going to try and go back today, we need to patch up your wounds. If you're not careful, they'll get infected..." "That's why you have a baseball bat right there," Richard smiled as he nodded over to the bat leaning against the wall. "Grrrrrr don't joke like that!!! IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Chloe pouted and punched Richard in the shoulder, who was now laughing at his dense friend. "Anyway," Chloe continued, "If we do make it back, there's going to be hell to pay..." "Huh, what do you mean?" "I mean the Secretary of the Student Council. She's a good leader and all, but sometimes she can be quite a b*tch. She'll probably be giving both you and me a good 1-hour scolding at the very least, and you can bet she'll drag along the rest of the council just to let them hear us beg for forgiveness." Chloe chuckled. Not to mention Lisa and Alice; they're the dorm crybabies. They've probably already dried up crying their eyes out. As Chloe was patching up Richard's wounds, she noticed deep scratches on his left shoulder. Wow, you fell into the glass real hard, didn't you, she thought to herself. Suddenly, Chloe and Richard both noticed gunshots ringing out in the far distance. A lot of them.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-03 21:13:09 (edited 2009-04-04 07:29:30)

[Airport, 07.16AM] Jon was in his zone, putting down his 15th zombie with a swing from his Lobotomizer. The same could not be said for Dave; he flinched as his bokken caved in a zombie's head. It wasn't his first zombie, but he had yet to get used to the sickening crunch of decaying skull being crushed by blunt trauma. He withdrew his bokken and flicked off the sludge. His own lobotomizer was slung on his back, as he had not yet mastered using the weapon with only one hand. He gripped his bokken in his right hand, while his left was clenched on a rope that leads to a wheeled cart containing their supplies. They were on their way home; there was no appropriate time for Dave to ask Alec, and so they were on the most direct way to the dorms. It seems that I have to forget about going to the shopping district. "Hey, look over there," Ellie said. She was pointing at her twelve. Dave squinted to get a better focus and saw a small search party coming to them. "Ahoy there!" called out what seems to be the leader of the group. They sped up their pace. The first thing the leader did was ask for the ropes to the cart. Dave, hesitant, asked why. "Well, the debate over sending a search party got real outta hand, and even Charlie took the flak." The leader was twirling a long knife on his hand. "Finally, he gave in, and we were sent here to meet up with ya and take the supplies." Something was not right, Jon thought. "Now, and the search party...?" "The searching... you hafta do it." He pointed to approximately where the shopping district is. "Shopping district, no more than twenty minutes in there. Understand?"

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-04 08:26:47 (edited 2009-04-04 08:35:19)

OOC: @Basil: Another WWZ-head, eh? AWESOME! NOW I'M NOT ALONE! (lol) @Xiand: A belated welcome to the RP. I hope this thing goes well! *********** [Fort Illingsworth Gate, 0720 HRS- 7:20 AM] The guard had grown to nearly double its previous size, thanks to the reinforcements from Tactical Squads Alpha and Charlie. At Wally's request, elements from the squad had come to Bravo Squad's aid, fully armed and geared. Now, they stared into the mist, casting grim glances at the shuffling shadows ahead. Isaac looked at the whole group. Everybody had a gun of some sort; some were holding M16s, M4s, and those new SIRs that were part of the latest supply drop. Others held MP5Ks, Steyr TMPs, Glocks, Berettas, and Magnums, among others. Isaac even saw one of them holding what looked like a Luger. Each soldier had a close-range weapon either slung across their backs or clipped to their belts. Some of them held brand-new Standard Infantry Entrenchment Tools- lucky bastards, getting to wield those Lobos, Isaac thought. The rest of the weapons were a mishmash of blunt and sharp objects- baseball bats, crowbars, machetes, even meat cleavers- basically, anything the troops could make do with. "So, how long do we have?" A soldier from Squad Alpha piped up. "Around forty seconds," the squad leader answered. The tall, pale Russian squinted ahead, rubbing his chin. A Humvee screeched to a halt beside the gate. Its doors flew open, and several members of the Resupply Team leapt out. "Alright, everyone, get ready!" The soldiers lined up in two straight ranks, flicked off their safeties and loaded their rifles. The sound of plastic clacking resounded through the ranks. "Thirty seconds." Isaac loaded the rifle, then brought it to his shoulder. Looking down the sights, he began to mentally mark his targets. "Twenty." His finger slipped round the trigger. "Ten." The horde approached. "Three... Two... One." The first wave came in sight, a mass of rotting bodies clawing at the air. "FIRE!" The command roared over the moaning of the horde. The first rank rippled with gunfire, zombie heads exploding into chunks of meat and blood. Isaac stared down his first target, a chubby middle-aged man. HIs face was torn, a gaping wound where the nose used to be. Isaac pulled the trigger, and the thing's head burst. He moved on to the next zombie, fired again. As each one fell, he sighted the next, aiming for the head, and fired. The universe he lived in grew smaller, till all that was left were three things; the oncoming zombies, the rifle sights, and his finger on the trigger. A clicking sound woke him from his trance. Immediately, he heard the crack of gunfire and the moaning of the zombies. Isaac raised his gun and stepped back. His opposite number, Charles, stepped forward to take his place. Isaac heard the Brit growl "It's time!" as he lined up his first shot. The empty cartridge clattered to the ground as Isaac reloaded and waited his turn. Around him, others were raising their rifles, stepping back, and letting their partners take their place. *************************** [Northeast of the Church of the New Hope, 7:19 AM] "So, where do we go from here?" Brother Sebastian slung his crude mace over one shoulder, observing the surroundings. The three priests stood in front of an abandoned mini-grocery. White fluorescent light shone from the inside, highlighting the shelves of goods within. The third priest raised his MP5K. "We forage," he said as he walked into the store. The doors slid open as he crossed the threshold. Brother Sebastian looked at Edward, then at the retreating back of the other priest. "Hey! Wait for me!" he shouted as he ran to join his companion. Edward sighed, then entered the store. The shelves were stacked with food, mostly canned goods and junk food. By the counter, batteries, razor blades and chewing gum lay in neat rows. Edward saw his two companions walking around with shopping baskets, picking up cans of Spam, tuna, and vegetables. He picked up a basket and began his own "shopping", picking up instant noodles, jam and bread. Man doth not live on bread alone. He grinned at the quotation, feeling his face muscles make a motion they hadn't done in weeks. A whiff of something foul caught Edward's attention. Zombies? There were no blood stains, no traces of rotten flesh, nothing that could tip anyone's attention. How could the zombies have... But no, zombies had only a slight smell of decay, Edward thought. This smell... is something else. Inch by inch, he moved towards the source of the smell. He held out his crowbar in front of him as he pressed forward, wiping it with a piece of tissue he had picked up. Something heavy tackled him in the back. He struggled, turned over, found his enemy with a kick. The thing fell off him, rolling around on the ground. Edward walked over and was about to smash the thing's head in, when it began to speak. "HEY! DON'T HIT ME, I'M ON YOUR SIDE!" Edward walked over, crowbar held in hand. He said, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The person got up, holding his side. "I should be askin' ya that. What are YOU doin' here?" Edward saw a filthy face hidden by a full head of red hair. His clothes were covered in dried blood and dust. Edward decided to be polite and introduce himself first. "I'm Father Edward Garrett, of the Militia of the Sacred Cross." "Ah, so you're a priest, eh?" The man got up, brushing off his jeans. From his looks, he could be no older than twenty years old. "I didn't know the clergy had renounced their policy of non-violence." "Very funny." Edward put a hand to his forehead. "Look, all I'm trying to do is get something to eat," Edward said. "Is that a bad thing?" He gestured at the man with his crowbar. "And you, how am I sure you aren't infected?" The man sighed. "I've been here for three days, Father. If I was infected, we wouldn't be having this talk right now." *********** EDITED: My time. Damn, Ft. Illingsworth and the Church must have some slow clocks. :P Part of the New Breed of Gendou RPers: Haseo, Fenris, Roxas, Zero, Toyumi and Kyosuke.

Re: City of the Dead (STARTING, STILL OPEN) Link | by on 2009-04-04 09:51:44

~Somewhere in the Paragon Streets, 7:15AM~ Amrit and his team were making their way back into the other building that they had to do the Morning Purification. The sun was already up so they could see good, only an mad man would go out when its dark, at least thats want Amrit thought Amrit was still thinking of how could they turn tables and get out of this city with as much as people they can, the only thing thay knew was that large group of soldiers were on the other side of the city still defending from the zombies attack, maybe they could try to contact them somehow, or maybe even send someone to them, that would be just loss of time thought Amrit, becouse between them and the soldiers is large group of zombies, but what else could they do? Amrit then stopped one of the priest said to him "Whats wrong Father Amrit? is there something?" "Its nothing.. its just that i was thinking of something.. but nevermind" he said and started walking again "But what if, what if we send someone there, maybe if we go near the border of the city, and near the McDougall College we turn and start walking to the Fort Illingsworth, maybe.. maybe we can get there.. but its too risky" he thought Then they reached the building "Here we are, everyone ready?!" Said Amrit, the Priest noded and they rushed into the building

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