Roleplaying

Sarah started her day and was assigned to feed the chickens. Everyone had chores for the day. Sarah did hers and the rest of the day was hers. She went prowling around in fox form. She went to the military installment only to get shot at by a not so nice man. She gave him the slip and dove into a bolt hole. At least she thought she'd given him the slip. So she was forced to dig her way out of the bolt hole while this guy was firing into the hole. She didn't have any of her possessions with her so digging herself to freedom was slow but not impossible. She dug herself out and slipped away. She stayed away from the village for the day. When she crept back she went to bed as she was.

Arran stretched a bit as he woke up and walked outside, looking around. He felt vulnerable without his weapons. Though he was skilled in hand to hand combat, that wouldn't really help much against a runner. Or one of the special infected. He walked around a bit, usure of what to do. He thought about asking for his weapons back. He wouldn't carry them around, just keep them in his room, in case of emergency, but decided against it.

Sarah went outside and saw a lesson from someone in progress. They had a zombie with it's throat cut so that i couldn't moan and attract the others, fingers gone, and lower jaw removed. Basically a safe zombie and a man called dragon for his favored other form was teaching some teenagers some sort of hand to hand combat. His feet were covered in horn plating and his body in scale armor. He was showing them how to kill a zombie bare handed. "Now remember, don't let it latch on in the first place... Get behind it and kick it down like so." He showed them how to out flank it and knock it to the ground. "Then you stomp the skull until it breaks. Now when it gets up I want someone to try everything but the stomp. Just put your foot on it's head to show you have it. That boys and girls is how you destroy one of these things by yourself without a weapon. Now it will moan and signal others so when you've destroyed the one you must get out of there fast before more arrive. This is our training zombie. What the military calls a tank zombie will be much more difficult to trip up, and those spitters you have to watch out for. Do not forget to renforce your feet or wear boots preferably steel toed if you can find them."

Arran wandered around a bit and stopped when he saw smoke coming from the direction of the military camp he came from. Maybe it had been overrun..maybe there were survivors..he doubted it but maybe. He wanted to at least go and check, but he thought it probably wouldn't be the best idea without weapons. He thought maybe he could ask someone if he could have them back, at least for now, and tell them what he wanted them for. Then give them back once he was done.

Sarah and Fox were talking and they saw the smoke... "Fox I think we should give Military his weapons back." "The noise will attract zombies." "Let him go and see what that smoke is about." "Fine." Sarah picked up the weapons and gave them back to Arran. "Make sure you aren't followed if you decide to come back here. Also don't shoot at animals around here it could be somebody doing something out in the forest. Zombies don't attack us in animal form. But pregnant women and the children who are too young or haven't learned how to can't shift otherwise we would only need to protect ourselves from military and other hostiles. Watch out I was in fox form and some man shot at me for no dang reason. A black fox isn't unheard of so why shoot at a random animal like that? I don't know just be careful.

Arran nodded "Of course." and took his weapons, starting off back toward the old camp. He approached and opened the gate and sighed as he saw one of the people from the camp, or..what was left of them. He searched a bit more, finding the others dead, some with zombies feeding on them. He snuck up, grabbing his knife and stabbing one in the head, then the other. There was no sign of Trevor. Maybe he was dead but Arran didn't find a body, so maybe he had escaped..he had said that if Arran came back he would kill him.  If he was still around, he likely would have killed Arran by now

Sarah went about her business and did her fair share of work. Others were nervous about military having his gun back. But Sarah did not worry too much. She finished her chores and had nothing better to do so she went out in dragon form jumping from tree to tree. She saw the destruction at the military base and went in the other direction passing over that territorial shapeshifter again but he ignored her even when some bark fell on him. Sarah was doing patrols just because she was bored. Bear the big guy was in bear form scratching his back on a tree. Someone else was sharpening their claws... nobody who was done with work who didn't have children had anything to do really.

Arran looked around a bit more untill he found some sort of audio recorder on a desk. He looked at it curiously for a moment before deciding to see what the messages on it said. He hit the play button

"My name is..Dr..well, I suppose my offical title really isn't that important anymore, really.." a female voice said. Some sort of scratching sound and growls could be heard in the background "I'm..one of the only scientists left in the facility..most of the others, my co-workers..my friends, are dead. All attempts to find a cure for this virus, whatever it is, have failed..but I keep trying.." She gasped as she heard banging against a nearby door "Damn it..this place was supposed to be secure..and now those things found a way down here..I'll have to end this audio log here.." she said before it cut off.

Arran couldn't help but be curious and hit play on the second audio log.

The first thing he heard was crying "The last of the other scientists here died today..one of those things managed to get in here and get her..I've locked myself in the main lab area..I feel like its..only a matter of time before they get in here.." more sobbing. before it cut off again.

Arran noticed there was one more log and hesitated for a moment before playing it.

"Please..if anyone can here this.." sobbing "Please..help me..they're breaking through the glass. They're breaking through the f------ glass!" the sound of glass breaking in the background could be heard, and the snarling and growling sounds could be heard more clearly now. "No! I wont let you turn me into one of you!" there was a clicking sound, which even though he couldn't see Arran could tell it was from a handgun..and he knew at that moment what was coming next. "I'm sorry.." the doctor said "I tried..I tried." the sounds of the zombies were much closer now, and the next thing Arran heard was a gunshot.

The audio continued to play, and Arran sighed, turning it off. He had heard enough. He picked up his stuff and made his way back to the shapeshifter camp.

Sarah saw Aran return and smelled what he'd been doing. "Go take a bath or something... There's a hole thing by the river with a block thing lift the block, fill the thing up and throw in hot rocks to warm it up. It's lined with rocks so there isn't much in the way of mud. There's a pile of sand on the side use that to scrub off or something... Somebody keeps a fire full of rocks going at all times so just don't burn yourself throwing the rocks in and fish them out so they can dry out and be used again later. It's mostly for the kids and pregnant women who need to bathe or anyone who wants a hot bath... Lift the other block so it can drain when you're done and rinse the tub thing out." Apparently certain commodities were accounted for and well tended to with some simple sort of plumbing. The latrines were of a similar set up. For sanitary reasons you could only draw water from marked parts of the river... So everything was taken care of there...

"Yeah yeah, all right." Arran said and nodded at Sarahs suggestion before walking off.

After he finnished he sighed and scratched his head a bit as he headed back to where he was staying in the camp. He opened his backpack and checked through what he had. The flares, grenades and other items were still inside, along with a extra knife. He sat there for a while, thinking. Thinking mainly about the audio logs he found at the other camp..one lab overrun..probably more..were there still scientists out there alive? Still looking for a cure? Arran didn't know..he didn't think anybody did, but he wanted to find out.

Sarah finished her day and sat on the bed next to Fox suddenly realizing that they were sharing a bed... There was room on the place for another bed. "Fox tomorrow I'll start making my own bed..." Fox pushed her back and said "Don't. I do not take up a whole bed. It's a waste of space. Besides come winter you'll be wishing you had someone to cuddle with. It gets lonely even in a house with others." Sarah said "It's not right. If people didn't have the sense of smell they do they'd talk." "They'll talk regardless of that. Don't worry yourself about that..."

Arran looked up as he heard something, he walked outside and looked to the sky as he saw two helicopters fly over. "What the.." he pulled out his binoculars as he spotted a third one to try and get a closer look. He noticed masked man in body armor manning a large gun by the door of the chopper. It still didn't appear to be a army helicopter but whoever they were they still seemed heavily armed. "Where are they going.." Arran said quietly more to himself then anyone else.

The roofs were covered with sod and most people were running around as animals. The helocoptors would only see the one house a bunch of animals and some hills. Sarah had turned into a fox and was fake stalking the chickens. There were no shots fired but the copters did move on. Sarah watched them go. This is why most shifters were feral. They didn't want to be shot at. Sarah was rubbed up against by Fox. No one considered shapeshifters anything other than infected to be cured. Didn't they listen to lore and legend? Shapeshifters both good and bad have been around from the start. Gods and godesses, tricksters and benifactors of humanity, angels and demons. All of them had been around since the start but most just stayed hidden intermingled with humans and occasionally flared up in human families. They'd been there clinging on and surviving...

Arran looked up as he saw another helicopter fly over "What the hell.." he picked up his stuff. He wanted to follow them, see where they were going. He still didn't believe they were with the military. Heavily armed or not, they could have gotten their weapons at one of the abbandoned army camps that Arran knew existed in many areas. He looked around for some form of transport. He wasn't sure if the shapeshifters had any

Sarah actually stopped Arran. "They could be hunters looking for shapeshifters. This isn't the first time they've come looking for us. They seem to think it's the ultimate hunt..." Sarah scoffed "... They don't even give us a chance to run, fight, or hide. That's not hunting it's slaughter. They don't even face us on the ground usually from a helocopter or other vehicle. They use rocket propelled grenades, sniper rifles, guns in general, bazookas, rocket launchers, one time I heard there was a tank. There's a reason most of us live in dens and burrows. Fox has the only actual house. If you go after them you might not be allowed back." Sarah decided to let Arran stew it over. Sometimes she wondered if Feral had it right. Live on the lam...

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.