This rp is basically meant to be an alternate story to the ZombieRP I made a while back
During the 90s, Multiple strikes of terrorism
abused the economy of the entire world. In the
years that followed, up into the present day.
{February 27th 2023} Humanity has been
fighting eachother and scrambling against
its predators. Once being near the top of the
food chain, The collapse of society forced
buildings to be left unused. Unmaintained and
has invited in the many animals and Denziens it
sought to keep out.
Over the years, New diseases, viruses and fungi,
grew to destroy any living organism. Not by killing
the host. But by controlling them. By forcing thier
mind's to rot and the corruption to take over.
Many of the humans were infected over time.
Those who become infected have the ability
to infect others bu means such as biting or
being in an extremely close proximity. When
Someone is infected, the transformation take
hours. A few days at most. but changes thier
facial appearance to more greyed and faded.
Thier eyes slowly become colourless. and hair
starts to fall out. But when the host is completely
turned, the one factor that drives them apart from
other humans, Thier eyes become Pure red.
No pupil. No wasteland of pure white surrounding
the red. It just becomes and stays as Pure. Deep
red.
And once you get infected...
There isn't any going back
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Somewhere in Dubai
"This isn't how it has to go down... Dakota needs
a stable future. And the only way thats happening
is if you get back home... You're the one that they
turn to. Please... Get back here when you can"
Someone spoke hastily over the radio
"I'm gonna try... But unless you can get Maxon to
the Evac point in the next ten minutes... then theres
no hope for me because these Zeds are gonna break
through at any moment and i dont know how long i can
hold them off... I'm gonna... make sure you guys have the
supplies... then thats it for me..."
A woman replied
"Come on... Just hold in there Kelly"
"No... I got bitten..."
She sighed, Trying to treat the
bite before it became too painful
Silence endowed for the next few minutes.
"They're going to break through. I'm going to make a run
for it to the Evac. Make sure that you're there to collect the stuff"
She spoke, finally leaving the radio and lugging the backpack over
her shoulder and leaving the building through a secret tunnel.
~~~~~~~~~
A week later.
Dajavy safehouse
- Western France.
"My friend... Its good to see you!
i'm glad you could make it! Ever
since the Economic downfall in
the 90's i thought nothing could
fill me with more pain than watching
you get surrounded. How did you make
it out?"
"Kelly... She helped me, Had a brillaint
escape plan too if i will say so myself"
"Ah... Uh... Miss Kelly has passed. Turned
a few days ago after getting bitten on a supply
run"
"No... No no no! Damnit! What about dakota...
The settlement back in Dubai... Have you heard
anything from them?"
"No... Comms split a few hours after
they said that Ya girl Kelly got turned"
"But then... That would mean that the
Corrupted... They still have parts of
memories in thier... F~K! WE NEED TO
GO! You finally got that plane working?!"
"Yeah. You know how to parachute right?"
"Yeah... come on. I need to get back there"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Character creation.
As usual.
Name:
Age:
Nationality:
Personality:
Desc: {detailed or not. your choice}
Bio:
outfit: {or outfits depending on how many
you're making for your character}
Inventory: {So. med items. ammo.
crafting supplies, etcetera}
Weapons:
{Please. Nothing recent - only weapons made
from 2001 or before. And weapons made from
scrap. So hand made pistols are less likely to break
or jam because they're pretty much new weapons.
And keep it reasonable on the handmade weapons
if you decide to go for that. Dont have some kind of
Full auto shotgun that can knockback a schoolbus
to the moon. Scrap weapons are single shot & are
incredibly light. No discussion. If you're really that
stuck on scrap guns. Message me.}
During the 90s, Multiple strikes of terrorism
abused the economy of the entire world. In the
years that followed, up into the present day.
{February 27th 2023} Humanity has been
fighting eachother and scrambling against
its predators. Once being near the top of the
food chain, The collapse of society forced
buildings to be left unused. Unmaintained and
has invited in the many animals and Denziens it
sought to keep out.
Over the years, New diseases, viruses and fungi,
grew to destroy any living organism. Not by killing
the host. But by controlling them. By forcing thier
mind's to rot and the corruption to take over.
Many of the humans were infected over time.
Those who become infected have the ability
to infect others bu means such as biting or
being in an extremely close proximity. When
Someone is infected, the transformation take
hours. A few days at most. but changes thier
facial appearance to more greyed and faded.
Thier eyes slowly become colourless. and hair
starts to fall out. But when the host is completely
turned, the one factor that drives them apart from
other humans, Thier eyes become Pure red.
No pupil. No wasteland of pure white surrounding
the red. It just becomes and stays as Pure. Deep
red.
And once you get infected...
There isn't any going back
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Somewhere in Dubai
"This isn't how it has to go down... Dakota needs
a stable future. And the only way thats happening
is if you get back home... You're the one that they
turn to. Please... Get back here when you can"
Someone spoke hastily over the radio
"I'm gonna try... But unless you can get Maxon to
the Evac point in the next ten minutes... then theres
no hope for me because these Zeds are gonna break
through at any moment and i dont know how long i can
hold them off... I'm gonna... make sure you guys have the
supplies... then thats it for me..."
A woman replied
"Come on... Just hold in there Kelly"
"No... I got bitten..."
She sighed, Trying to treat the
bite before it became too painful
Silence endowed for the next few minutes.
"They're going to break through. I'm going to make a run
for it to the Evac. Make sure that you're there to collect the stuff"
She spoke, finally leaving the radio and lugging the backpack over
her shoulder and leaving the building through a secret tunnel.
~~~~~~~~~
A week later.
Dajavy safehouse
- Western France.
"My friend... Its good to see you!
i'm glad you could make it! Ever
since the Economic downfall in
the 90's i thought nothing could
fill me with more pain than watching
you get surrounded. How did you make
it out?"
"Kelly... She helped me, Had a brillaint
escape plan too if i will say so myself"
"Ah... Uh... Miss Kelly has passed. Turned
a few days ago after getting bitten on a supply
run"
"No... No no no! Damnit! What about dakota...
The settlement back in Dubai... Have you heard
anything from them?"
"No... Comms split a few hours after
they said that Ya girl Kelly got turned"
"But then... That would mean that the
Corrupted... They still have parts of
memories in thier... F~K! WE NEED TO
GO! You finally got that plane working?!"
"Yeah. You know how to parachute right?"
"Yeah... come on. I need to get back there"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Character creation.
As usual.
Name:
Age:
Nationality:
Personality:
Desc: {detailed or not. your choice}
Bio:
outfit: {or outfits depending on how many
you're making for your character}
Inventory: {So. med items. ammo.
crafting supplies, etcetera}
Weapons:
{Please. Nothing recent - only weapons made
from 2001 or before. And weapons made from
scrap. So hand made pistols are less likely to break
or jam because they're pretty much new weapons.
And keep it reasonable on the handmade weapons
if you decide to go for that. Dont have some kind of
Full auto shotgun that can knockback a schoolbus
to the moon. Scrap weapons are single shot & are
incredibly light. No discussion. If you're really that
stuck on scrap guns. Message me.}