[RP]Requiem's Call

Chapter I.VI: Outbreak​

Aaron drive's inside after the other car and leaves the gate's open for any other survivor's,As they wouldn't be there long,he kicks the kickstand down and jumps off the bike and run's inside

Aaron:Come on in the house is secure,even if the Creature's get this far the house is locked down we're safe for now..

He open's the door and wait's for the other's to enter,once they get inside he will activate his security measures to lock down the house

((OOC:Short post,I left the gate open for Kyo or anyone else to come in all they have to do is enter the garden and the alarm will go off,it's a semi big mansion so it should be easy to spot))
 
CHAPTER 1 1.6

"Mansion"

Matvey pulled up into the driveway. and cut the engine. HE sighed and wiped the shock and Tiredness from the escape out of his eyes. Grabbing the keys he opened the door. Locked it and ran up to the house.

He took out his pipe and walked up to the doorstep. He nodded to the man and gave a quick "Thank you" before Walking into the plush interior, He collapsed on a couch as he waited for the other to arrive.
 
OOC: Omg I'm so late. o_O

IC:

1.0: OUTBREAK

Anastasia "Ereshkigal" Chu dropped the hot cup of tea she had been nursing for the past twelve minutes. Her eyes remained fixated on the news report streaming across her 24" television. 48 hours ago she had received a top secret file with classified information regarding the outbreak that had literally just occurred. Having briefly scanned over her mission objective, she now realized that she was to find any remaining survivors and keep them as well as herself alive. Survivability was of the utmost priority in the hope that she could find a way to obtain more information for her agency about the exact causes and nature of the virus.

As of now the document's writers had cryptically advised her to remain in a "sustained environment" and to wear protective clothing that could shield her from any contact with contaminants. So it was, she'd fished around in her old drawers that reeked of gunpowder and the overpowering medicinal smell of cleaning agents, until she'd found enough ammunition to suit her. She had five cartridges and had taken to rooting through her medical kit for needles, spools of thread, gauze, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, cotton swabs, and other various medical items to stitch up and treat any wounds. Zipping the rest of her necessary provisions: canned goods, bottles of water, some canned pepsi (more out of selfish want than necessity or obligatory need), and various snacks, she slung her beat up 'JANSPORT' backpack over her shoulders.

"Alright . . .," she breathed out huskily, strapping and securing her belted sheath around the belt loops of her high-waisted jeans. She had bathed quickly, scurrying out to hastily throw on a ratty old white PORTAL top one of her friends from VALVE had given her and she'd pulled on some beat up All-Star Converses. After loading her gun with some shells and checking to make sure the safety was on to ensure she wouldn't get trigger happy and accidentally blow off aun uncontaminated civilian's arm off, Anastasia turned off her TV.

Taking one glance back at her old apartment, she climbed through her bedroom window at the farthest end of the hallway on her left hand side. The fire escape was her safest bet. As she emerged outside she could hear the blaring noise of car alarms, screaming men, women, and children and there was a sense of disarray--of utter chaos and discord as people ran rampant along with the infected giving them chase across the city. As she jumped down from the last three rungs of the sticky ladder, a noisy clamor sounded.

An infected with bloodshot eyes and a fetid odor wafting in from its festering corpse-like body shuffled towards her. It bared its teeth and its graying matted hair clung to its head in wispy tendrils hanging about its equally discolored sunken face. Not bothering to hesitate, Anastasia leveled the barrel of her M1 Carbine with its forehead, flicked off the safety trigger and pulled the firing trigger. The bullet impaled its head and the shrapnel exploded upon contact. Brain matter splattered across the brick wall and Anastasia reloaded, spying an abandoned motorbike about five paces away on a street corner. Keeping her gun toted, she sneaked onto the seat and made sure the helmet left conveniently on the seat snugly fit her head.

Turning the key that had still been left in the ignition, she smiled satisfied when the engine revved and purred to life. Bracing herself for the velocity she was about to experience, she pushed her foot on the gas pedal and tore off down the road. One thing echoing through her mind: . . . I've got to find survivors, A.S.A.P.

OC: So about that, quick question, how am I supposed to meet up with the rest of you, since I started on such a late note? Lol.
 
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((OOC:Just wander around the City,or drive around till someone join's you once you've swept the city I would guess you would want to check the outskirt's,or something,The First group will be coming back to the city to gather more survivor's just needed a bigger vehicle and explaination to the two i picked up))
 
I will be entering within 10 hours. I thought you would start later. I have my entrance I am just going to sleep and let the story grow a little more before I enter. I will be held up somewhere different at the start and will have some access to other power weapons for some others.
 
[OOC: Lol! In case you got mixed up, this here is the RP thread.... Hm.... Censorship? Guess I will]

Megan was about to give herself up the hordes of zombies when suddenly, a hand grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her away. Her initial thought was that some zombie had finally got hold of her and she in fact went limp as she ran along with the person. It was only when he spoke that she knew how silly she might have seen.

"You know anywhere we can run to?"

Regaining her lost composure, she snapped," Duh- Of course not! Hell, why would I be here then?"

Realizing that she might have sounded rude, she quickly apologized.

"Uh... Sorry about that if it seems rude. Its just me. I'm Megan, and I may not stay long in this world at this f***ing rate!"


 
Rhys D'Neree
Fire Fighter
Chapter 1: Outbreak

Rhys looked back at the girl he was tugging along with a frown. What kind of girl did he just rescue... he should have just left her there if this is how she'd talk to her savior. Unfortunately that wasn't in his nature.

As they ran another woman came out of the blue, she had guns. Rhys breathed a sigh of relief at least there was someone who could actually hold back this horde. The red head had good stamina but there was only so long he could run.

The woman popped a few caps into the hordes foreheads, buying them time to run and then she joined them.

Keep running you two. Fall over and you're in trouble. I can only hold them back for so long with just a pistol.

She called to them as they ran. Rhys already figured this out and wasn't going to stop until he could spot a safe place.

"We need to find a building or something..." he gasped as they ran. There was no way he was going back to his own apartment he'd rather die than go back and see Leigh. He then remembered his keys in his pocket. The fire station... He could take them there, it was only a few blocks away.

"W-we can go to my station... the fire station!" He huffed. "I've got the keys on me, we can easily lock the doors and think of what to do...plus... the outbreak might not have reached that far yet?"

He took a sharp turn left onto a wider street. Rhys didn't know much about zombies or the undead but he'd hoped a wider space was better than a tiny little alley way.

"It's a 10 minute run from here. You ladies will be ok right?" he could collect an axe and any other provisions from his work place, he hoped the other two would like this idea.

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(OOC) Feel free to have our characters arrive at the fire station in your posts if you like (if you decide that you wanna go there of course) ;)
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the day had been normal to begin with, as he opened the store to the public early that morning. screams and laughs of happiness echoed through the streets outside as he sat with a coffee at his computer posting threads onto his forums. Sebastian leant back brushing the hair from his eyes and yawned. He glanced at his watch, the time had flown by. "I guess its time to lock up" he said as he stood up.

He took of his headphones and went from the beautiful gutiar riffs of slash to the mixed screaming and moans outside his store. Instinctively he ran grabbed the bat then ran out into the street, he had seen enough films and games to know what was going on, then he saw two cars drive past him, he ran after them waving to try and get their attention. Running away from the horde of zombies he followed them for about a mile until they got too far away from him to ever be caught up with. "sh**" he shouted, then he heard noises from nearby, gunfire. he turned to see a horde being slightly halted by a woman shooting them with a pistol, there seemed to be another woman and a man with an axe with her, he ran forward to help them out
 
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Roland Ives : A nasty start

Roland was walking down the street. A little annoyed at his day so far, mindless tasks of a normal day he thought to himself. He had just run to the post office to send out something in the mail. His home/office was not far from there so he had just decided to walk instead of drive. He would always choose walking when he had the chance. He paced thoughtfully to his "computer" shop that lay only a few blocks down.

Roland paused at the sound of a siren going off somewhere in the city. "Must be a fire somewhere." He brushed it off and kept walking when all of a sudden he heard the alarming sound of a car from behind his back...and not just any car...this car was driving extremely fast. He shot a look back at the maniac driver when all of a sudden the car turned sharply onto the sidewalk and seemed to be heading directly toward him.

"Oh shit." he muttered to himself as he looked at the approaching car in a stunned gaze. He quickly snapped out of it and dropped to the ground and lay on his stomach as the car flew right over him and collided into a light post a little further ahead. Glass flew forward as the pole was driven right into the center of the front side of the car. It was a loud smash and a disaster of a mess afterward.

Roland was still a little stunned and in panic yet none the less ran forward to the driver side of the car to see if there was anyone left alive. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw a man (sick looking) sitting perfectly still with his eyes open and facing forward as though nothing had happened. "Hey buddy, are you all right?" he called to the man....and with no answer. "Don’t worry I will try to get you out of there." he said as he ran up to his side and grabbed the mans shoulders to see if he could get him out of the window. Just as he did though the man in the car quickly grabbed Roland hard by the wrist and started trying to pull Roland INTO the car! "What the fuck!?” he yelled loudly as he tried to pull away from the zombie but it was no use because his grip was too tight. In a desperate last move he took the zombies arm with him and dropped quickly to the ground driving the arm of the zombie into a large glass shard still remaining on the window. Blood sprayed as it cut everything except the zombies bone in half. The shock just barely made the zombie let go and (since he was already down there) Roland retrieved the knife strapped to his ankle and forced it deep into the head of the zombie and twisted it forcefully.

Roland started having a panic attack and asking himself if he just kill an innocent man when he heard noise coming from inside the back seat of the car. There was two children in the backs of about the age of 15, and they had started fiercely ripping the remainder of the glass and ruin off the sides of the car so that they could escape from the wreckage…..Roland ran as fast as he could. His shop was still only a couple blocks away and he had to get there. Roland was quick on his feet but he noticed that those kids might be as well.

His day just got a lot less boring, and for the worse.

Running....They were chasing him, he could not stop. Running.....They were right on top of him, and he was exhausted. He could think of only one thing left to do. His 45 Mag was in two separate pieces underneath the bottoms of his shoes, but he could not access them in time. In an act of desperation Roland put forth all of his energy and forced a sprint to gain a couple yards on his pursuers. Roland swiftly dropped to his hands and knees simultaneously reaching for two tiny switches built on the outsides of each of his shoes making a "Click" as the loaded handle and folded barrel dropped out of his shoes and onto the pavement. The zombies didn’t see this coming and were not ready for a short distance stop, they ran directly into the crouched Roland and toppled over him falling into each other and onto the ground. The zombies wildly pushed themselves off the ground and started to recover on to their feet.....just to see that Roland was quicker than them. He snapped the last part of his 45 together, lifted up his arm, and without hesitation, put a bullet right through the skulls of each of the zombies.............by the time their bodies hit the floor, Roland was already yards away and moving.

At home at last. He entered his shop and locked both locks. Roland also kicked over a table of his merchandise and pushed the table across the floor an against the door. He thought that this was probably pointless because there was a huge window over looking the ground floor of his shop. Picking up one of the expensive computers (as it was heavier) he takes it into his office and throws it through a wall. He reached into the wall too pull out a sniper rifle, A full box of grenades, two Uzis, a small black handbag, and a bottle of very old whiskey. He promised to himself that he would drink this whiskey if Jonny Law was every out to get him. Until today he did not think there was many things worse than the police.

He kicked open the door to the staircase leading to his bedroom because his arms were full, dashing up the stairs afterwards and running directly into his bedroom. He took the barrel of the sniper rifle and smashed open the window on the second floor over looking the street he had just come from. Roland lit a smoke and as he inhaled it, poured himself a glass of the whiskey. He clutched the sniper rifle closely to his chest and lifted binoculars up to his eyes.....waiting, watching...

Roland heard more sirens going off in the distance. "Definitely aint no fuckin fire." he said to himself. He wondered ,what time it was.
 
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Getting off the bike and un-slinging his weapon, Luke took a look out at the city, it was a disaster. It seemed a few small fires were beginning to pop up from a variety of the car crashes, the city in short was slowly becoming a disaster zone.

Walking inside the mansion he looked around at the three and asked a question. "I suppose neither of you have a phone or maybe a cell-phone that I could use. I really need to get in touch with my base and see if they have any idea whats happening, or more importantly if they are already on the way here to help with the situation."

Then just looking around the mansion he added to his previous statement a little more. "So what do you three plan on doing? You gonna stay holed up here and see if help comes or are you gonna try and find a way out of this nightmare? Either way i'll be sticking with you's until I meet someone from my base and get some orders from there."
 
Roland sits there. Staring into the fresh city air. Rifle hands still gripped tightly to the rifle he bore. He was still smoking. (hell he hadnt even stopped smoking.) It was time for him self thought. Most of the time he only thought about if there really was redemption after death when he was on the brink of it. Roland had killed to protect his family or those he loved, he wondered if thats the same thing as murder. He considered the biest decisions he had made in the dealing arms to kill corrupt souls, would he be judged as a mortal who ended lives...or a mortal who saved them...if there really was a god, heaven, or hell?

What he was sure about is that the people he had killed did not seem like your average evil person..."fuck they tried to eat me", he thought to himself. Hoped he would not have to kill for this reason ever again.....and sure enough he saw 8 zombies emerge together on the street.

He had heard sirens non stop, and not seen trace of any people until he saw "them." He pulled the butt of his sniper rifle up to his shoulder as he aimed and prepared to kill the unsuspecting monsters.

POW, Shot right in the head.......they stagger looking at the one fallen, POW a second one falls, POW a third was falls dead onto the ground and they see him..or smell him, he does not know. POW a fourth one falls. Roland flips the switch off a grenade and tosses it into the group of 4 remaining zombies as they rush towards the entrance to his shop.

A huge Explosion errupts and the first thing he hears is the glass smashing in the bottem level of his store. The first thing his saw was the 4 remainder zombies blow away from each other in 4 different directions. After the small amount of smoke clears he gazes onto the road only to see the bodies of 2 zombies laying there....and only to hear the sound of movement undernieth him.

He dropped his rifle to the ground and picked up his Uzi. Roland bolted out of his room and to the end of the hall. He kicked the door to the staircase open and looked down to see a zombie "hauling" it up the stairs to him. He was starteled (allthough he did expect it) and quiclky points his Uzi straight foward and let off about 10-15 shots into the creature. The creature spazzed for a moment and fell back down the stairs totally still....He waited for the last one to appear.

After a short moment wait he walked down the steps gun forward. He reached the main area of the shop to find a zombies missing one and a half legs (meaning one was blown off from the knee.) and despite that...the motherfuker was still crawling towards Roland. He dropped his Uzi, and instead pulled out his 45, let the creature crawl but a mere foot away from him....and bullet a bullet right through his mouth. "Better to conserve the bullets." he said.

Roland looked out the front window of his shop and couldnt believe what he saw.


( Other players. The red is an optional choice wether it be monsters or a player I see. Also may I request someone quotes the time of the story so I know wether its day or night. )
 
((im thinking its evening... am i wrong?))

He stopped running toward the group as he heard an explosion nearby. he turned around just in time to dodge out of the way. a smouldering corpse hit the ground where Sebastian had just been stood moments before "what the?" he thought as he changed direction slightly and ran toward the source of the explosion, as he got closer he heard gunshots "survivors?" He thought, he sped up and reached the front of the now decimated shop. He quickly peeked into the window, just in time to see nothing but someones face "Waah!" he said jumping back but then he realised this face was still alive and human. "S-sorry about that" he noticed the shop had several guns inside it "I dont suppose theres anything left i could have?" he said eyeing the two handguns over in one corner.
 
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Roland Ives.

It was a man. Standing before Rolands eyes. Looking almost as startled as he was, but perhaps in a more comical way. His first instict was to shoot him. Clearly it had been a bad day. He decided not to kill this person but rather asked him a couple questions.

Perhaps I do, first me who are you? And do you have any idea whats going on?
 
((OOC: It is night time now. just saying))

Chapter 1.VI: Outbreak

As the last man come's in Aaron closes the door and activates the security sensor's that will go off if anyone enters the gates

"I suppose neither of you have a phone or maybe a cell-phone that I could use. I really need to get in touch with my base and see if they have any idea whats happening, or more importantly if they are already on the way here to help with the situation."

Aaron: Highly doubtful,but there's a phone by the couch..If this outbreak has happenend and a simple bite or something chance's are your military friend's are busy with those people..

As he point's to the phone Aaron walks to his bookshelf and pull's out a green book,the bookshelf swings around showing a small cache of weapons,he grabs a shot gun and tosses it to the sickly man who came in the car.

Aaron: Pick what you want,I have a few assult rifle's,shotguns,and clips here..

"So what do you three plan on doing? You gonna stay holed up here and see if help comes or are you gonna try and find a way out of this nightmare? Either way i'll be sticking with you's until I meet someone from my base and get some orders from there."

Aaron:For me not in the least,I'll probably head back to the city and look for survivor's but I'm going to need a better vehicle which is why I was coming back home..Waiting for this to past is a big mistake since this outbreak could easily spread across the US,That's fine with me but what about you sickly man?((Connor))

As he get's the keys for his vehicle's and grabs his laptop,a duffel bag,and 15 clips for his hand gun's before sitting on the chair

Aaron:As for this outbreak,I've never seen something but I feel it was the fault of that fool who desecrated the tomb of those knight's,wherever those knight's are they normally guard some nasty shit from killing this world..
 
"my names Sebastian Nepal, you can call me seb if you wish, and as for whats going on Youve seen the films right? like dawn of the dead and resident evil? well these people seem to be zombies, which means we should probably stay well out of reach of their jaws... you havent been bitten or scratched have you?" He was suddenly worried just incase, seeing as he had seen a dead zombie in the shop with gunshot wounds instead of explosive scarring. "Im almost certain thats how its transmitted, its the only way there could be so many of them so quickly" He turned around for a moment and saw the other group still moving backwards pursued by the zombies, there were hundreds of them already but they were slow and stupid apparently. "Look can you decide if i can have something or can we get going because id rather like to stay alive"
 

Chapter I
1.4​


Claire stood along the walls of the house and listened intently to the conversation of the two men (Aaron and Luke). She walked near the bookcase revealing the ample amount of guns and ammo. Whistling in amazement, Claire's eye lit up like fireworks. She wanted to go in, but, she resisted the urge to and went to lean against the walls, drawing one of her pistols in and out. Adjusting her holster, she also took out her concealed knife. It was a long curved bladed edge, perfect for slicing heads off cleanly and smoothly.

"My my, what a collection." She said, referring to the guns on the room behind the bookshelf. "Anyways, so, what's the plan?" She asked, hinting at the possible search and rescue mission later, if they decide to go back out into the city and look for survivors.

She took a deep breath and adjusted her glasses. "Whatever we're going to do, we're gonna need to do it quick and easy. We'll need the biggest vehicle we can find. Perhaps a military vehicle will work. Second, we'll need a designated driver, who's quick on their feet, and someone on the back of the vehicle ready to clear a way for any survivors in sight. Lastly, we need a small group of 3 to 4 people ready to rush in and quickly pull survivors into the vehicle, or some other safe location."

She walks over to the couch and sits down, with her head down in deep thought.

"But I highly suggest someone goes on the communication radio and try to get any survivors into this complex. The radio's in the car I came in, I'm sure it can send out frequency waves long enough to hit other radios in the city."

She looked outside the mansion's windows to look for anyone coming in, possibly headlights of a vehicle coming towards the mansion. Starting to doze off, she was a bit sleepy, her eyes refusing to open any longer. Pretty soon she was sleeping on the couch, unaware.
 
Anastasia pulled up to a fire station after driving mindlessly down some abandoned streets. She took her time to survey the area as she slowly took the key out of the ignition. After adjusting the bike to make sure that she had parked correctly, she unclasped the helmet and placed it on the seat of the vehicle. She checked her Blackberry Curve: no signal. Groaning in exasperation, the young assassin pocketed her cell phone and the keys deciding to scurry across the street to see if anyone was occupying the fire station. There was a red truck parked outside of the garage bay but she could tell that there was no one inside when she peered into the windows. It wasn't lit inside and it seemed like it had been unoccupied for a few hours now.

"Ugh, someone needs to get their asses over here quick . . ."

She checked around the back, shaking off the clammy feeling that had settled onto the back of her neck. She felt tingly and apprehensive and for good reason . . . when Anastasia rounded the corner to return to the front of the station she encountered a rabid dog. Or at least it reacted like a rabid animal would've, frothing at the mouth, clipping its gums and mashing its canines in a savage display of ferocity. Under any other circumstances she would not have shot an animal--no less a dog--but as it made to lunge for her, baring its teeth, saliva flying out of its drooling mouth . . . she had no choice. She pressed the trigger involuntarily, watching as the bullet narrowly missed the dog's head. It nicked its ear and she hastily reloaded backing up against a wooden telephone pole.

"Fuck . . .," she swore, firing another bullet. It lodged right in the dog's skull. It whimpered as it collapsed lifeless to the ground. Its decomposing flesh and maggot-infested coat looked horrifying to her. The smell was putrid: it smelled like death and oxygenated blood--fresh. Leaning against the pole, Anastasia slid down and flicked the safety trigger of the gun back on. Somewhere out here there had to be a fucking survivor. And she would intend to wait . . . to die valiantly waiting until someone came and found her.
 
Luke looked over to the woman whose name he didn't know and took consideration to her statement. "Whatever we're going to do, we're gonna need to do it quick and easy. We'll need the biggest vehicle we can find. Perhaps a military vehicle will work. Second, we'll need a designated driver, who's quick on their feet, and someone on the back of the vehicle ready to clear a way for any survivors in sight. Lastly, we need a small group of 3 to 4 people ready to rush in and quickly pull survivors into the vehicle, or some other safe location."

Walking in circles around the couch, he must have done at least three he looked up and spoke. "If we can spare the time and use one of your cars about ten miles outside there's a military motor pool. It's about five miles from my actual base, if we can get there we can stock up on some armored HUMVV's maybe get two for all of us. On the way there I can try and radio and see if they are responding to this or worse case are already under attack. Besides this little firepower here if we spare the time as well and get me to my unit, I can get into the weapons cage and we can stock up on some extra oomph for the transportation. I don't know about you but a .50 cal would sure do good for mowing down what ever is out there."
 
Chapter I.VII: Outbreak

Aaron sit's in a chair and is ready to go so he decide's to join the chat,he lean's over and looks around at the group..

Aaron:Well if we're going back to the city we should go soon..the more time we waste here the more people will die..It's not much but I have a old Hummer in my garage,haven't used it in year's but it should get us to your military base..

He tosses the Key's to Luke

Aaron:You know where to go so you drive.. and just so you know,my name's Aaron..Aaron Sohm..
 
CHAPTER1 1.VII

"Matevey Kaden"

Matvey snapped back to reality. It seemed someone was talking to him. He blinked an realised someone else was their with them. Engaged in conversation. He coughed. gaining their attention.

"Sorry for dosing off. Ive had an eventful day." He looked at them again.

"From what I gathered from the rare Snippet of conversation I caught your going somewhere?" He glanced at them. before sitting up and pulling keys our of his pocket.

"Where ever you two are going im going. I can follow you in my car or We can all ride together." He looked enquireingly at the two of them.

(OOC: OMG! i forgot about this Rp. im a terrible person. So now im kinda lost. i hope this terribad post makes some leeway.)
 
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