Roleplaying

The pregnant women and the children were hidden carefully as the shapeshifters left the battle field. Then the shapeshifters let the runners pass through the village. They left the animals alone. Someone in bear form was laying in front of the door to where the vulnrable were hiding acting casual. After a few hours the last ones ambled through the village. Sarah realized that this had happened before. But with no military at least Sarah could build a hut at least. She actually considered moving in with Fox for some odd reason. Part of her thought she could build her immunity to his weird effect on people.

Arran quickly helped carry Alina into the camp once they got back. She was still breathing but he could feel her begining to slip away. They carried her into the medical tent and set her down. Arran looked around for medical supplies. He wasn't sure what he could do for her, but he had to do something.

"A-..Arran..don't bother..save the supplies for someone else." she managed to get out as she layed back, dieing. "Please..do me a favor..put me down. I don't..I don't want to.."

Arran blinked and moved over beside her. "What? You don't what?" he saw her point to one of the sleeves on her uniform jacket, and he pulled it back, noticing her wince in pain he looked to see a bite on her arm, and sighed "No.."

She coughed "Don't try what I know you're thinking..I got this 2 days ago..havn't turned yet but its only a matter of time..the infections all ready..s-spread.." she layed her head back "Please..don't let me turn.." she reached out, placing a finger on Arrans holstered pistol.

Arran looked back as he heard struggling outside, the others trying to hold off the runners that had been attracted by the gunfight near the truck. He turned back to look at Alina, who at this point was unconsious. He felt her slipping away and sighed. He reached for his pistol and aimed "I'm sorry.." before pulling the trigger. The gunshot could be heard from outside.

Carl looks outside the window.

 

"Well, it's still night, we should stay until morning, man this is boring to have to wait in here. I'm terrified too."

 

He looks at the picture again and puts it in his bag, he takes out a bottle of water and drinks from it, along with some trail mix to eat as a small snack. He had some better food in it, but he wasn't hungry enough for that yet.

 

"It's hard not to eat all my food, I love eating!" Steve chuckles, trying to make light on the time being. It's been years since he could enjoy himself since the apocalypse, even a joke felt great since he had been deprived of relaxing and enjoyment and filled with fear.

"What the hell happend?" Arran heard Trevor ask as he entered the tent, seeing Alina dead, he blinked "What did you do?!"

"She was infected." he pointed to her arm "She asked for this. I wasn't going to let her turn." Arran sighed as he backed up a bit, Trevor approached and dropped to his knees to check on her. "I did-"

"Get out." He heard Trevor say. Obviously getting angry over Alinas death "Go."

"E-Excuse me?" Arran asked, backing up a bit.

"Get out! Get your stuff, get your truck, and get out of here." he reached for his gun. "We don't..kill one of our own."

"Did you not listen to me? She was going to turn. I did what I had to do. You're saying you wouldn't have? You would have let her turn into a runner?" Or..whatever else? You were willing to put that girl down earlier without thinking twice but-" he stopped as Trevor aimed the gun at him. "Fine..I'll go." he turned to leave the tent when he heard Trevor say

"If I see you around here again..I will kill you." Arran looked back a moment and sighed, then kept walking. Grabbing his stuff, he started to walk back to his truck. Hoping the raiders from earlier were gone or better yet dead.

Sarah found Fox lived alone and had a cellar. He was also the keeper of most of the valuables that they'd all brought with them. Fox said "Some people wanted to hide their things." There was coins, jewelry, money, what Sarah assumed were heirlooms. "We've come a long way from crude huts. Now I have to take night watch, I'll see you later. If you can make us some breakfast in the morning." Sarah nodded and said "Wait how good are you with a crossbow?" "I don't know how to use it. I am better with stones." Sarah nodded and said "Alright then I'll be here I might not wake up for breakfast so easily." Fox laughed and said "Ok I'll see you in the morning."

Arran walked back to his truck. "Fu--!" said quietly as he saw the crate of weapons was gone. He went and got into the truck, trying to start it, but nothing happend. "No..no..please.." he banged his head a bit against the steering wheel. He wasn't sure what to do now..keep going, passed the wall..follow the road wherever it might take him..but he didn't have a vehicle. His truck wasn't working, and he didn't know if he could find another car on the other side. He thought for a moment "The shapeshifters.." he scratched his head, remembering the shapeshifter camp Alina had mentioned..maybe he could find them and stay there for a while..but then again he wasn't sure if they'd let a human in. He got out of the truck, slinging his rifle over his shoulder and holstering his pistol, starting to walk again

Sarah was sitting in the house, she'd cleaned up and it was late at night. She heard a ruckus as a large number of other shapeshifters seemed to panic and run to hide. Sarah grabbed her crossbow and found a human. She looked around before assuming full human form pointing her crossbow at the male human. She knew who it was, in the city she'd spent months evading and watching him. "I'm Sarah James. Put the guns on the ground." She kept her aim but sighed bullet proof scales covering herself. The dog tags were on full display. She was the only one there everyone else was hiding. "We don't like military and we don't like guns. I've been evading you in that city for months or so I thought. I'll only ask once. Have you been tracking me? I may have helped you earlier but doesn't mean I will spare you here. Before you ask the dog tags were my grandfather's."

"Okay. Okay. I don't want any trouble." Arran said as he set down his rifle, pistol and knife. He thought for a moment, then put down his backpack too. Knowing it held a couple of grenades and other items. "The names Arran. I didn't come here to fight I just.." he sighed, thinking back to what happend at the other camp "Its a long story. I'll explain later..if you'd let me.." he noticed the dogtags, raising a brow slightly before he heard the explanation of who they were from "I had a..falling out with my other group. I need a place to stay..for the night, at least."

Carl responds "yeah it's probably better not to go out at night.". Carl realises he's not the only one in the room who likes eating and quickly responds "I feel ya, I love eating as well. What's your favourite food? Mine is pizza, god I miss that so much. But I'm glad I still got some meat, I love that as well." . He shows steve some of the meat, smiling. he says "If you ever need anything just ask me." he then just sits on the couch thinking about his past, about his mother, It's all so long ago, but when he closes his eyes, it seems like yesterday.

Sarah said "Fine... But you aren't getting the guns back until then." She picked them up unloading them and handing him his bullets back. "There are night patrols here so you can sleep in one of the larger dens. It's a bit of a tradition apparently until you build a house or move in with someone you stay in a den." Sarah showed him to the one that could accomidate humans. It actually had bedding and a fire pit. Even a door despite being dug into a hill. Sarah even went and got him some food. Venison, a berry salad, and a beer of all things. They were going to brew their own once they got and grew some hops. "If you decide to stay here you'll have to go over it with Fox he's on night patrols right now. But then we'll need a regular supply of bullets. Even then you shouldn't go hunting. When people can turn into animals mistaken identity can happen. It's better if you can smell what you are trying to kill. Shapeshifters smell very different from normal animals but in animal form the zombies ignore us. Pregnant women and children are the ones at risk. People call me Rose because I smell like them for some reason. Even if my name is Sarah..."

"People just call me Arran." he said as he sat back a bit, looking from Sarah to the food "Thank you." he sat down and removed his jacket. Setting it down, he notice the picture of his family had fallen out of the pocket and sighed before picking it up again.  He looked up at Sarah "I noticed the dog tags..were you..or..someone you knew..?" he wasn't exactly sure how to ask the question. Maybe he was asking too much. He was lucky that they were even letting him stay here. He picked up the beer and took a sip "Sorry, just curious."

"My grandfather. My parents never wanted me to practice my shape shifting but my grandparents encouraged me to do anything I wanted that was legal. Even having a farting contest with my grandfather that one time. If I'd done as my parents wanted I'd have married a 'nice normal boy' and popped out a few children. I'd most likely have never gotten college degrees and survived this long. I practiced shape shifting at my grandparents house and my grandfather taught me survival skills, he took out twenty zombies before dying of a heart attack when he died. I'm part native american and he taught me the old tribal ways. He was in Normandy and made it all the way through the war without a scratch. He always said I inheritted his luck." Sarah realized she might have said too much. "Didn't mean to blab. Get some rest I should be going to bed myself." Sarah left him alone for the night.

"Oh..right. Um..yeah." he finnished up his food as he watched Sarah leave, thinking about what she said. He was wondering about how long he should stay..he wanted to keep looking for his family but..with DC leveled, even if they were alive he wasn't sure where to look for them. He laid back a bit with a small sigh, looking at the picture again. "Wish you two were here with me.." he said quietly

Sarah awoke the next morning to Fox sitting there. "You let a military human in..." "After I took his weapons yes." Fox was not happy but he let her off with a warning. "Next time ask me before doing something like this." "It's not like I could have gone and got you to ask. Everyone else was terrified and hiding. I couldn't exactally leave him unattended until he was at least unarmed." "You have a valid point. I suppose you are off the hook this time." Sarah checked over her crossbow and found it sound. Fox asked "Where are the weapons?" "Under the bed. It was the only hiding place I could think of..."

Arran moved around a bit in his sleep. He was having a nightmare..as he usualy did most nights.

He was remembering what it was like when he was first sent to NYC at the start of the outbreak..trying to keep people safe and get them to the evac. zones..seeing people get taken down by runners..torn open, eaten..turned into one of them. How he saw one soldier, a woman from his own squad turn a gun on herself after she was bitten by one of them..not wanting to turn. They didn't know what they were going into..hell at that point he wasn't sure even the government or the military knew what was really going on. They didn't know how it all really started..and worse they didn't know how to stop it..how to cure it.

Or maybe they did know. Maybe they knew how the outbreak started, but they thought they could contain it so they didn't warn people..untill it was too late.

The year is 2026. Abbandoned cities and towns, some having been bombed by the military when things started. Sewers and underground tunnels and shelters and other areas.

You're one of the few survivors of a outbreak that killed most human life on Earth. Its been 12 years since it happend, and some have tried to rebuild the lives they once had before the outbreak, but have failed horribly. Cities and towns are left abbandoned, the military almost non-existant aside from a few outposts and bases scattered around the world. Few remaining scientists continue to try and find a cure to the disease, but all attempts have failed. The problem is that whatever it is, when it kills you, you don't stay dead. The virus turns you into a mindless monster, only wanting to feast on human flesh (And these aren't the slow zombies you usualy see either. These are the fast ones. Really fast). You must find survivors (Other players included), find shelter, find weapons, do whatever you can to survive.

With all the dinosaur related RP's I've started here, wanted to do something a bit different so..here we are.

*No killing other players unless they allow it.

*Don't get too graphic in killing the zombies. Or other people (Not exactly players unless..well refer to the first rule for this, but other survivors your character might meet)

*Just a note on the "Shapeshifter" species I added. This was something that came along after the initial outbreak happend. Years after everything went down, some survivors developed this ability for unknown reasons. One theory from scientists being the virus has a strange effect on some people. Not quite turning them into zombies but mutating them and giving them certain abilities in other ways.