Roleplaying

Sarah was then stuck on night watch. The children and pregnant women could not shift into animals to escape the zombies so every able bodied shifter did night patrol at least once a week. She was prowling in dragon form. She could scramble up a tree and shift back to human form and snipe a zombie. Others used rocks. The flesh and blood of the infected was highly toxic so they had to dispose of them without using their teeth. Sarah's retrievable ammunition and long range capabilities made her valuable. She passed the military camp ducking away from search lights. Before the dead completely took over her kind were hunted and persecuted. Particularly by the military. It was genetic not the side effect of a virus that could be spread. So the inhumane attempts to get samples had cost shapeshifters their lives to no end. They'd tried to turn her kind into weapons or simply killed them out of fear. But Sarah was out of the way of her patrol and had to get back. She wondered if her grandfather's medals would earn her protection from the military. She was in a way one of them... But she had to get back and she did just that.

Arran sat back a bit, finnaly relaxing a bit on the ride back to Alinas camp in the humvee when he heard the crackle of a radio and the driver reached for it, listening for a moment before turning back and looking at Alina "Got reports of a couple of spitters near the camp. They havn't done anything yet but should probably be taken care of just in case." Arran looked at Alina who nodded.

"Spitters?" He asked, raising a brow. "What the hell is a spitter?"

Alina looked at him "Spitters are a sort of..mutated type of infected. Much slower then runners, they prefer to stay at a distance from their victim. Something weird happend when some people were infected and it gave them certain abilites that normal runners don't have. Like for spitters they're able to launch some sort of acid like substance at their target from pretty far away. Not really that accurate but..I've seen what kind of effect it has on someone when it hits..not pretty."

 

Sarah actually heard the radio and used a low frequency rumbling noise that signified spitters. the noise was too low for the humans to hear without equipment and it traveled a long distance. Spitters like the main ones did not target shapeshifters in animal form so Sarah was still fine. If those military people picked up on the signal they might figure the code out and be able to act accordingly boosting the defenses of both parties or they might find the source of the sound and come after the shapeshifters. Again everyone was nervous about having the military so close to them. Another reason to move on next spring. Sarah hoped that if the military did find out about them that they would not try to kill the community. While they hadn't known they had coexsisted peacefully why they would change that Sarah knew all too well. Hate pure and simple. And Sarah was scared of human hatred.

Arran hopped out of the humvee as they arrived at the camp. He watched Alina scratching one arm a bit as she wandered toward one of the larger tents set up. There were several, and a fence ran out aways around the area to keep the runners and other infected out. He saw a sign that he assumed meant it was electrified, though he wasn't really sure what effect that would have on the zombies. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Alina answered as she walked into the tent and sat down at a small table, several drinks were on top with a map of the area in the center and some other things.

"What are these?" he picked up a set of photos with names on the back

"Those are the special infected we've recorded sightings of. Spitters, bloaters, tanks, etc etc. Seems like we're finding new ones all the time. And have to keep coming up with new names for 'em too. The weirdos seem to be less common then say the runners but we still see them around quite a bit. If a tank got in here we'd be screwed. Those things charge at you, hit you like a frickin' truck. If that doesn't kill you on impact they can pick you up and tear you in half with their bare hands. Don't know why the virus made 'em so big. They're slower then the normal runners but they can still go pretty fast. They'd easily run down the fence outside." she shook her head "Oh..then theres the shapeshifters..havn't seen many of those but we think theres a few nearby. They don't really bother us and we don't bother them."

"They're infected?" Arran asked curiously

"No. Well..I've heard theorys that they technicly are infected but just like the weirdos the virus had a different sort of effect on them. Not quite turning them into zombies but..something else."

 

Sarah finished her patrols and found Fox waiting for her. "You sounded the alarm for spitters way off your route." "The military installment spotted them. " "Do not go off route on your patrols again. Just because nothing happened this time doesn't mean one won't slip past." "They know about us. This group has a policy of leaving us alone so far." Fox froze looking horrified. "If I hadn't been snooping I wouldn't have found out about that." Fox's face switched to something more calculating. "I want you to spy on them. Show your grandfather's dog tags if you get caught it might earn some sympathy. But for now rest up. Report to me at sunset each day." Fox left Sarah alone in her den. She hadn't built a house so she had a den. Everyone was expected to create their own shelter.

Steve woke up and saw Carl still sleeping.

 

"Carl wake up!" he said. He decided to sit there and wait, he'd go shake him to wake him up but carl might think it's a zombie and would fight back. Steve opened his bag and pulled out a picture of his family. He looked at his little sister in the picture.

 

"Why did it have to happen to her" he asked, "I wonder what happened to my parents, did they flee too? Steve looked at the door, the banging of the zombies stopped.

 

"Did they leave?" he asked himself. He then looked back at the photo, not wanting to take any chances.

Arran wandered out of the tent for a bit and looked around. carrying his rifle, he looked around at some of the other people in the camp. Mostly men with a few women. None of them really appeared to be military. It seemed like it was just him and Alina. He wandered out a bit when he heard crying and looked out toward the gate on the fence to see a young woman struggling to reach them.

"P-Please..help me.." the woman pleaded. She appeared to be severely injured, but Arran couldn't see any bites. Two of the men at the camp stepped up and aimed their guns at her

"Stay where you are!" one of them shouted, still aiming as Alina and two others came running out

"Are you bitten?" Alina called out, her own gun aimed at the woman, but there was no answer "Ma'm, answer the question!" still no answer. One of the men went out toward her and started to check her for bites. He pulled up one sleeve of her jacket "Found a bite!"

"No! No please..its just a..a scratch!" the woman pleaded.

"Sure looks like a bite to me." the man said, aiming his gun toward the womans head.

"Wait!" Arran called out. "We can-" he was cut off by a loud gunshot, he jumped and looked back a moment, before looking forward and watching the woman slump to the ground dead. "What the hell!" he tried to run out toward the man but Alina stopped him "It was on her arm! We could have amputated it. Maybe we could have stopped it from spreading further!" he yelled

"We don't know for sure if that would actualy work." Alina said "And look at her. She was all read in such bad shape, who knows how long ago she could have gotten that bite. It probably all ready spread, and it was only a matter of time before she turned."

Carl woke up and saw Steve looking at a pcture, he had a tear in his eye. He decides to just say "goodmorning.". He starts looking through his bag for some food. he decides to eat some of the meat he packed when he left his camp. He remembers it was from a deer, but he doesnt taste anything since he has eaten it way too often the past years. He then drinks some water out of his bottle; Ahh, refreshing. He then asks Steve: "So what ' we gonna do now? Will we stay here for a few days or do you want to look for more supplies?".

"We could have done something to save her!" Arran yelled as he argued with Alina and the others about what happend with the infected woman.

"Keep your voice down." one of the men said "Alinas right. We don't know if cutting the infected limb off would actualy work. What if we had brought it her into the camp and she turned? She could have taken at least one of us out before we put her down. Now shut up and get over it." he said as he walked away toward his tent

"Sorry..about him." Alina said "Trevor can be a bit rough on new arrivals but..he'll grow used to you." she sighed "And look, I don't like killing people either, but sometimes it needs to be done. You should have learned that by now."

Arran sighed "Yeah..whatever.." he turned around and looked outside, seeing the sun had gone down now. He decided to finnaly get some rest.

 

Sarah woke the next morning well rested with food waiting for her. She wanted to ask Fox if becoming a liason was an option. She didn't know why everyone was following him like that. But she had her more or less assignment. She ate quietly and had the dog tags around her neck. There was rubber padding making them silent. She crept around the base hiding in the shadows. She'd given herself a pair of fox ears to better listen to her surroundings. She was being careful unless they had thermal they wouldn't be able to see her creeping around unless they saw the dog tags or something.

Arran woke up in the morning from a nightmare. He looked around, seeing it was daytime, but the others were still asleep. He sighed and picked up his gun, stepping out of his tent he looked around again and started walking toward the gate on the fence leading out of the camp. He decided to check on his truck and make sure the crate of weapons was still there. He sighed as he walked along. He was startled by a sound from nearby, aiming his rifle only to see it was a stray dog, whos owner had likely been killed during the outbreak. Or turned into a zombie. The dog looked at him a moment, and Arran tried to call out to it, but it quickly ran off.

Sarah saw the dog and evaded it. She kept stalking the group still wondering why she was doing this. Something was wrong with Fox. Was it pheramones? Was he using some kind of scent to control everyone? Or was it just charisma? She didn't know. Fox came to visit her on the job bringing a wild bird for her to eat. She checked it for things like parasites before eating it. She didn't taste anything wrong. Part of her wanted to ask him how he did it but he answered her question. "Since I was born I've had some sort of control over people particularly other shapeshifters. But I see you can at least fight it. Honestly I am happy about this. Having everyone do as you tell them to do isn't all it's cracked up to be."

Arran reached his truck and let out a sigh or relief as he saw the crate still there. He opened it to make sure everything was still in place and let out a small relaxed sigh. Suddenly he heard a loud gunshot and ducked down as a bullet hit the side of his truck "F---!" he yelled as he hid and more bullets hit the truck. He looked up and saw another humvee pull up and armed men got out, firing at him and approaching the truck

"Come on out!" One of them called to Arran as the firing stopped, for the moment. "Come out and put down your weapons and we wont hurt you!"

"You just fired on me. Why would I believe you?" Arran called out, gripping his rifle tightly.

"We outnumber you and we have more firepower. Try anything stupid and I'll blow your frickin' head off." the man called out.

Sarah saw this whole mess going down and part of her felt a twinge of giving a care. She could tear out a few throats fall back and snipe them. She told the plan to Fox he got the back up. Sarah lunged and ripped out three or four throats before coming under fire and retreating to cover. She circled around and loaded up sniping a few more before falling back again. Vanish without a trace and strike from the shadows. She managed to eliminate six before she had to retreat. Someone else would take a shot and they'd pick this group off one by one.

Arran looked confused as he saw Sarah move in and take out a few of the attackers. While they were distracted he popped out of cover, aiming his rifle and taking down a few more. He saw another humvee pull up, and Arran reached for a grenade from the crate, throwing it at the vehicle just as more armed men got out. He ducked back into cover as he heard the explosion. He heard the sound of a engine behind him and looked back to see Alina and her crew driving their humvee. Alina got up on the heavy machinegun and fired at the attackers as they kept coming 

"Get in!" she yelled "We need to get out of here. This gunfire is going to attract runners."

Arran looked back for a moment before running toward the vehicle. He got in and looked up at Alina "Where are we going?"

"I don't know. Anywhere but h-" she was about to move down from the gun when she was hit with gunfire from one of the attackers. Arran watched her fall down from the gun postion and land in a seat next to him.

"Oh god.." he moved over to her to check if she was still alive. She was, but she was severely injured and was bleeding everywhere. "Get us out of here!" he yelled to the driver and they started moving

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.