(forewarning, i didn't read anything intro post only and only Dsla's post)
Approaching in his speedo but laughing like the typical psychotic-deranged-mother-f**ker he knew, Dsla regrets his choice of summoning him.
He descends upon Dsla's step-sister like she was a freshly ripe 16-year old virgin, only to discover the body of a disgusting 40 year old mongrel, balding, and living off the government with his 3 wives and 8 children TheRedHood. He begins to vomit, and begins looking for a gun nearby to pull it on himself.
Apocalypse RP
Started by EdmundKulik [3533812] on in Roleplay.
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Lilly. Lone Survivor immune against the virus.
Previous occupation: Lab technician, Virus and bacterial warfare.
Resourceful, Critical of others, see everyone as a waking virus. But have sporadic encounters with scavengers.
Might have the antibody to cure but virus. But getting to a lab and testing will be difficult.
There’s a few quick, heavy knocks on the main door
”Hostiles En route… there’s a vehicle that’s at least a minute or two out!!”
Abbi says loudly, trying not to shout, backing away from the building and quickly darting back to the treeline before hitting the deck. keeping as low as possible, in the overgrown grass. Scythes gripped tightly. She’s ready to spring in a heartbeat’s notice…
[disregard this post, if you guys wanna carry on the scene inside the building. I’ll js void this and repost it later, if so.]
(Note: I am not immediately coming in, I would just like to have my character written out for when Edmund gives me the OK to come in.)
Name: Alexander Cantrell-Walker III
Age: 17
Occupation: Former Test Subject
Description: Alex is a young man standing at 6' 3 1/2", with long black hair and deep gray eyes. He has a youthful look and a slim but muscular figure, with various small scars across his body, along with a large scar running down his neck to his collarbone. His typical outfit consists of a white t-shirt, black pants, and a long black coat with shoulder and elbow guards. He is reserved, occasionally jumpy, and somewhat easily angered. Despite this, he has a surprising amount of intelligence, and is able to understand people quite well.
Weapons: A Glock 20 functions as his ranged weapon, while a one-handed sword forged prior to the fall is his melee weapon of choice.
Backstory: Born 3 years into the apocalypse as an illegitimate son of a man by the name of John Walker, he was the sixth son and 13th child overall within the family. From a young age, he watched as his siblings and cousins disappeared without explanation. When he questioned his father and uncles, they all brushed him off. Eventually, at the young age of 13, he was left in the forest outside of his family's compound, eventually being attacked by zombies, where he gained his iconic neck scar. He was eventually dragged back inside and left alone for three days, by which time he would have already died. However, he had survived, and his family began to run very painful, taxing experiments on him, attempting to find a cure for the virus. To keep his body in peak condition, he was also forced to exercise constantly to prevent the tarnishing of the family's "perfect" child. At age 14, a little over a year after he was mauled, he snuck out in the night, slaughtering every living member of the family except for his older half-brother, before escaping into the woods as a wanderer, constantly raiding settlements for food.
(If you can't already tell, his family consists of a bunch of zombie fanatics, lol. Again, I will only come in once told to do so. Disregard this post until I come in officially)
“Well, there ya go.” Jacob says as he begins to gear up. “Sue, Kelly, your midline ranged. I’ll move in with melee and short-range bombing. Nicole, you hang back and be ready to deal with injuries. Gabriel, you can say funeral rites should any of us die.” With that Jacob finishes the bomb he was working on and prepares for war.
Name: Revilo
Born during the peak of the apocalypse, Revilo is now roughly 20. His parents succumbed to the apocalypse when he was 16, and has been alone ever since. He is armed with an Armalite, with a high-quality diamond-bladed knife in his belt.
An old pickup, rusting and paint oxidised due to lack of cleaning (for obvious reasons) But in clearly working condition, comes to a halt. The vehicle parks up in the middle of the road. One jumps off from the truck bed. Pistol in hand. His jacket is ripped, just reaching his hips.
”come on… we won’t need guns. It’s just that old creep. Leave your pistol with me dude.”
The guy in the passenger seat opens his door and gets out, coming around and leaning against the side of the truck. His face is obscured by a dirty black bandana, tied over his face
”You don’t realise that he’s got at least 2 of those f*kin… zombies? I mean clearly they ain’t living anymore… I’m going in here. And I’m bringing my tool. If I don’t come out in 5. Come in and pop the guy eh?”
The guy waves his gun about, getting clearly agitated
”just grab what you can and come out. It’s four on one. He’s clearly not putting up a fight, so unless he’s gone completely off his rock and let one of those rotting f*kers off the chain to eat him…”
”he’s a spook, but he’s not that stupid. I swear I’d be in Mexico with my brother by now if I hadn’t decided to stick with you idiots.”
he puts his gun in his pocket and huffs, turning around and walking to the door.
”just go grab what you can and let’s head back to our hideout. I don’t wanna waste our whole day on some only guy that can literally pull food and stuff out of thin air.”
The driver shouts at him
The Mexican with his pistol half stuffed in his pocket, knocks on the door
”yo, old man. We’re here to collect. Get your ass to this door right now!”
As the three in the truck get out and get comfortable, Abbi slowly sneaks up on one, but doesn’t dare touch the road. She’s hiding just on the edge of the grass. It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to spot the black in the green. But they’re all focused on the house. Scythes in hand, She’s waiting for it to kick off, so she can pounce on the driver.
Jacob sits in wait, grin on his face, machete in his hands. As the man opens the door he’s beheaded by Jacob who then takes his shock bomb and throws it the doorway, hoping the electric burst chains all of them.
Abbi springs out, grabbing the driver. One in the truck is focused on the door, the other in the back is focused on her. The electric blast goes off, but the vehicle’s at least a solid 12+ meters away from the door, and the other guys stayed with the vehicle. So it’s near on ineffective.
”drop the guns, boys. or this one loses his head too.”
”f*k you lady, we’re just trying to survive.”
The guy in the passenger seat gets out. He looks back, but stays focused on the door. His pistol at the ready.
”what, by going after some house out in the middle of nowhere?”
”It was an easy score.”
The other on the back gets out. His focus on Abbi and his friend, that she’s got hostage.
”You should really check your surroundings, before hitting work. STOP MOVING, OR HE’S DROWNING IN RED!”
She yells. One of the scythe’s blades inbetween his thighs, the other against his neck.
Silently and quicky, Revilo sneaks past the house. Sensing an opportunity, he silently picks the lock on the back door, enters the house, grabs as much as he can in 2 minutes, and leaves. Amongst his haul is a large quantity of food, 3 knives, and almost the entire quantity of the ammo locker.
The shock bomb goes off, hitting the two near the truck and electrocuting them fatally. He peeks out with the headless man as a shield to see if there are any others. When he sees there aren’t, he drops the body and approaches Abbi. “Thanks for the assist.” He says before looking at her hostage. “You guys work for someone?”
Revilo sees Jacob and Abbi. Panicking, he quickly fires off a volley of shots before fleeing.
(This is a bit to read, so to summarise. Take the hostage inside the building. And try not to kill any friendlies with that risk taker mentality, FlyingCow. <3 )
“Any closer with those f*king bombs and you would’ve taken me out… could’ve at least waited for someone else in there to come out and help… ugh. Something tells me that you’re a ‘sod it and think about the consequences after’ kinda of guy… could’ve killed me. Could’ve set the damn building alight. Dude. Don’t waste those bombs. Could need em if we have to deal with a horde or something. And we could’ve used that truck but now it’s totalled. Just open the hood. I’ll have a look at that engine in a minute. The thing’s smoking. At least be decent and pop the hood on it. Because if there’s a fire in that, then YOU’VE gotta help move it away from here. Might be the middle of nowhere but if that explodes, anything in a 2 mile radius at the very least will hear it.”
A few rounds ping off the truck, and someone’s sprints away, to the east.
”did they have another guy? Ugh~ Y’know what. Nevermind! Don’t even bother chasing him and don’t throw another one of those things. Just gonna be a waste otherwise.”
Abbi sighs and looks back at the guy she’s got hostage.
”dude, I’m not gonna do anything, you two could easily f*kin take me out right now. Just~ ease off the balls, yeah?”
He says quietly.
“You guys work for someone?”
”who, me or him? Probably him. No quick moves or I slide your legs apart before you grab a gun.”
Abbi responds, taking the blade away from the guy’s neck and letting him go. She ties her blades together and puts them on her belt, before looking back at the raider.
“right, boy. Gun. Slowly give me your gun. And any ammo you’ve got. Any quick moves, you’re red.”
She says softly, taking a combat knife from her belt and holding a hand out.
”come on. Gun.”
”okay, okay. A~and no… I don’t~ we… didn’t work for anyone. We were just trying to make a decent score on food and stuff. This guy seems to pull it out of a hat like a~ like… like a man~ the… the bunny people. Whatever they’re called.”
He slowly takes his pistol from the back of his waistband and passes it over. Then the two mags that he’s got in his right side pocket
”thank you. This is a nice piece.”
Abbi takes the gun, looking it over and smiling. Hiding the mags in a pouch on the right side of her belt.
”HK. This a 45?”
”No? Dude I don’t know. We got it from an army jeep a few years back. I’ve never even fired it. It clicked every time I’ve tried.”
The guy responds. His hands at his side
”so you’re telling me this gun has been on safety the whole time you’ve had it with you?”
Abbi asks, holstering the gun in the empty holster, left side of her belt.
”safety?”
“Oh my god. Y’know what. Sit down. You. Dude with the electrics. Keep an eye on him but DON’T! Do not kill him. At least let some of the others come out and see what he’s gotta say… wait, actually. Take him inside. Go on. I’ll deal with the mess you’ve left.”
Abbi hisses, walking to the back of the truck before searching the dead guy on the floor. The pistol he had is too broken to use, but at least the rounds are salvageable. Gun and mags into her bag. In another pocket is a slightly rusted lighter and a pack of half empty cigarettes, as well as some ration cards.
”Found some cards… these guys have come from a Q.Z! Army run safe zones. Only a few of them left! Over the world. Apparently.”
She calls out, before picking the body up and setting it down in the back of the truck bed.
She walks over to the other body but a spark goes along the arm. Just the sight makes her shiver.
”I’ll leave him for a minute. Hey, Dr Electro! Check that body by the door once you’ve taken him inside. The guy you decided not to hear out. Didn’t even give him a chance~ Didn’t even wait for the door to open fully. You f*king savage mate.”
She sighs and finally goes over to the front of the truck, popping the hood open.
”f*king electric bombs. Prototypes probably. No way those things can be replicated and this guy uses two of them on three people. What a waste.”
She says to herself, checking the engine over. Sparks come from the left side of the main block. but she’s seeing what damages there are.
“I… made it myself.” Jacob says slightly defensively. “I make all my bombs myself, ever since I learned how.” Jacob also notices the car. “It probably wasn’t even enough damage the truck, not that I would know. Not a truck guy, for all I know they rigged it to run off of blood.” That’s when Jacob back tracks what Abbi said. “Wait… the military is still a thing? Figured they went down after they realized there were more walkers and psychos than there were bullets.”
“Quite the technician. Js~ take the guy inside to the others. I’ll deal with the vehicle. As for those bombs. Impressive. But clearly given your abundance of them and your lack of hesitation towards using them… gonna safely say that you can pull electrical components from trees or something.”
She responds quietly and calmly, before waving him away
“Hate to be rude but, nuff talk. Take that guy in to the others and let him speak. I’ll make sure that house still has a nice looking exterior.”
Jasper Allen Burke
Born 19 years before the apocalypse and is very smart. He was born with triplets Jade Burke (sister) and Alex Burke Jr. (Brother). His parents are Alex Burke Sr. And Nancy Williamson.
His load out includes his 5 pocket knifes and his 12 gauge. his family works together in their makeshift fort designed from their house. They have some rations but every so often they must go out to find food and water. Jasper is a great survivor mainly because he loves the Fallout series so he has great knowledge of how to act. Since he is the muscle, his siblings help take care of the fort and help their aging parents.
Jacob puts his machete to the back of the man’s neck and begins walking, giving the man no choice but to follow. “You could say please.” He chuckles as he walks past Abbi. “As for you, my next question is simple. Are there any more of you?” As he steps into the building with Jacob he gets a look at his buddy’s beheaded body.
“Seeing how you acted there, you took a man’s head off. Please is out of the question. Try to leave places looking like you were never there. Otherwise you’re risking your life.”
The woman calls out, in response.
The man shakes his head no. “So you and your posse were alone with no one who would care to look for you and now no way out.” Jacob says, recounting the information that the man gave and helping the him realize his situation. “Well my next question is for my friends.” He says, gesturing to the people in the cabin. “What do y’all say we do with him?”
“Dude me and the boys you iced, came from a QZ. We sorta managed to escape it a few weeks back and… Y’know that guy you sliced his head off… he wanted to go to Mexico, I wanted to be anywhere but stateside. And the other two kinda kept us here. We were tempted to ditch them in the night but we’d never make it as a duo.”
The man keeps his gaze to the ground
”If we stayed in Boston we were dead. We had a better chance escaping. Took what guns we could, managed to get that truck out there and we got the hell out. I would say every minute we’re still stateside is another that we’re dead men walking but.”
He shakes his head and turns his head to look at Jacob
”name’s weaver. And I’ve got no reason to still be alive. If you promise to send me to my friends, I’ll tell you where that Q.Z is on a map. If any of you have an atlas or something. Thing is though, they’ve blocked off like. A whole ass town. Managed to walk it off in the first few years of infection.”
”yep. Right here. Hold on. Let me get the atlas from my bag. Took this from some library a few days ago. So.”
Abbi comes in. She kneels and takes her bag off, going through it to find the book
”truck’s totalled. I’ve made sure it’s not gonna blow. But that engine is gone. Done. Finito.”
(right, I’m gonna wait for wood or someone to post so that it’s not just me and you, flyingcow)