Roleplaying

Sarah said "I think Fox wants you to stay around to guard this village." Then Sarah talked to Fox. She was the one going ahead to scout. She shifted into a normal looking fox and shot Arran a glance that said "Don't follow me." Even a human could understand that one. She crept closer acting like a normal fox even pretending to get zapped by the electric fence. Those humans found it funny. They were parading the new captives and trying to break them in. Sarah however had to find a way in so she searched for a gap in the fence since they were watching her so close. They seemed to figure she smelled food or something and was after that. She actually found a weak point an unelectrified section of fence and scent marked it before slipping under quietly and unseen turning into a bird. Not everybody could fly so finding a ground route had been important. The plan was to leave none of the slavers left alive. To use venom and to kill them. Somebody wanted to use a hollow claw to give them air embolisms. Sarah however was not going to participate in this hunt except to find a way in and scout ahead.

Arran sighed and started to walk back to where he was staying when he heard the familiar sound of a helicopter again. He looked up, it was one of the helicopters that had flown over earlier, and he spotted it just in time to see the side door open and someone manning some sort of mounted machinegun take aim "Oh sh--." Arran quickly ran for cover as they started firing, he heard screaming as people scrambled to saftey while the gunner kept firing. Arran thought about trying to shoot back but in the time he could pop out of cover and take aim he'd likely get his head blown off. He looked back as he heard the sound of another chopper approaching. "Oh this is bad.."

Sarah had just gotten back to see the chaos. She turned into a small falcon and attacked the pilot binding him and forcing the gunner to take over the copter. She saw Dragon take his much larger reptilian form attacking the helecoptor directly bullets bouncing off his scales. Sarah actually forced the two from the first one to land or crash. The invasion of the prison compound had begun and they didn't know what hit them. They were dropping like flies. Small precise attacks disguised as things like birds defending a new nest and scratching someone's face or a rat biting someone. They were going with small forms better able to creep around and strike unseen. The helecoptor gunnman however drew his machine gun on Sarah but she was a paregrine and since it was a machine gun it only moved as fast as the man could send the ammo at her she was dodging it. Sure there were damaged feathers but that was about it. When she shifted back to human form she got her crossbow and sniped them. The other helecoptor was still in the air but another shifter managed to pull one of the men out tearing his throat out and charging the other. The helecoptor pilot landed and figured it would be better to run but it was too late. Someone had already struck. A shapeshifter's greatest combat advantage was their ability to adapt and attack as whatever worked. When they got organized it would be wise to be careful...

Arran saw a few of the raiders had dropped from the helicopters and were running out, weapons aimed, he caught one by surprising, taking him down with 2 rounds of his rifle, one to the chest, one to the head, when another turned to face him Arran quickly gunned him down as well. He heard someone shouting something about runners, and he realised something he hadn't thought about before. All the gunfire, it was like ringing the fricken' dinner bell for the zombies. Arran moved to reload his gun when he saw another raider aim at him. He quickly reached for his knife and threw it. The man fell back dead with the knife stuck in his throat and when he had finnished reloading Arran got up to retrieve it. He didn't like killing other survivors, but these people were way too dangerous, if they didn't kill all of them it could easily come back to haunt both him and the shapeshifters. Arran ran out to see a large number of runners heading toward the camp "Sh--."

Sarah saw a few other shapeshifters turn various body parts into things to dispatch runners mostly by puncturing weak points in the skull for clean kills. The bodies would be burned. Their flesh was toxic so nobody used their teeth unlike with the slavers. Then renforcements arrived. Dragon finished off the remaining raiders and started using his weaponless tactic and not breaking the skin on the stomped skulls they actually dispatched the runners almost silently as the prison raiding party returned with the slaves all of them women. The parents of the girl ran and hugged her. These other women looked scared and one of them was crossing herself. Sarah took full human form and said to the woman to everyone else's surprise. "God's blessings come in as many disguises as the devil." The woman asked if they had a bible and Sarah asked the owner of the one bible they did have Mary who preferred to take the form of a dove if this girl could read it. Mary had been a nun and said to the woman. "Of course you can, Back before this all went down I was called Sister Mary Anna." "Sister. What are you doing with these..." "We are all God's creations child. Some of us are blessed with the ability to change which has protected us from the undead. Now we are going to use that gift to protect you child. Come rest and pray with me." The two went to the Sister's house.

Arran sighed after it all seemed to end. He searched around for any remaining raiders but only found a lone runner wandering toward him. Arran put his gun away and reached for his knife instead, walking up and stabbing the zombie in the head. He looked to see the people who had been freed from the raiders camp and smiled. Even though he would have liked to have gone as well to help free them, he was just glad that they got out at all. And he was there to help stop the attack on the shapeshifter camp, he was glad he was able to help. He looked through the group of women, trying to see if there was anyone he reckongised

Now Sarah was a buhdist of all things but she thought Jesus was a reincarnation of Buddah, so was the prophet Mohomid. They like Buddah preached of peace. But she wasn't going to the prayer session. Sarah meditated silently on a rock. She used to be a catholic of all things but she did not like that she had to love and fear god at the same time it sounded like an abusive relationship. But she had to get back to her meditation. So Sarah took a deep breath and got back to contemplation. Sarah sat there quietly until some kid started asking questions. The Sister heard that Sarah used to be a catholic and started pestering her. Sarah saw fit to explain her ideology and the Sister seemed to back off. For the moment anyway. [forgive any misspellings]

Sarah finished her meditation and went to go hunting or something. If anyone wanted wild meat they had to catch it themselves or ask someone else to do it as a favor. She took the form of a falcon. She flew up high and waited for a bird to plunge from the sky and snatch. A grouse made the mistake of flying and Sarah killed it with the impact of her strike. Parigrine falcons killed birds larger than themselves all the time. Sarah took fox form to carry it home. She did cook it and took a couple feathers to make pens out of or something. Somebody was making paper. They were going to teach the kids what they needed to know. Reading, writing, math, some history, survival skills, and biology in particular.

Arran soon found someone he knew..well, sort of knew anyway. There was a blonde girl who appeared to be about the same age as his daughter would be at this point. She was 10 when he left DC for New York, and that was 12 years ago. It was difficult at first but he thought he knew who this was. He was sure of it. "Alexi? I'm..Arran my daughter was a friend of yours."

"Arran..yeah name rings a bell and..Liz..oh man its been so long.." Alexi said, scratching her head "If..if you're looking for her shes not here."

"Do you know where she is?" Arran asked.

"I..No. I havn't seen her since..she was taken by another group back in DC. Well we both were taken by the group you guys rescued me from but they sold her to the other guys..sick people. She was moved out of DC, to..god knows where, I was moved here.." Alexi said with a sigh "I wish I could tell you exactly where she was but I cant..I'm sorry."

Arran sighed and nodded "Its fine. Get some rest. I'll talk to you again later sometime." Arran walked away. He took note that she only mentioned Liz, his daughter, not his wife. He didn't know if she was taken as well or..he shuddered, he didn't want to think of the other possiblity

Sarah was poking around the prison and found a cell that smelled kind of like Arran. She found a picture of Arran and some pretty lady. She figured the girl was Arran's. The picture was faded and there was a locket with a picture of Arran and that woman. She took a good deep whiff. She memorized the scent and found another scent the other half of this girl's scent. The girl's unique scent minus gender and other information. Her identity scent which was a unique mix of her parents. Sarah had a harder time memorizing the scent. She brought the things to Arran and said "I got the scent of your family. Stay here and do me a huge favor, keep an eye on this place and the people. If I go full throttle I could find them in a matter of months instead of years. First the daughter because her scent is freshest and there might be a paper record I can trace to get a general search area. I'll keep the picture as proof I know you." Sarah said "You can't keep up with me and motor vehicles run out of gas, break down, and make noise that alerts the undead. I can't take forms large enough to carry you anywhere. Besides they don't have good enough senses for me to continue the hunt. But if I can't find the mother of your daughter within a year consider her dead. I'll bring them back if they're alive."

Arran sighed "Look, Sarah, I trust you, really I do, but..this is my family..if they're still out there, alive..I wouldn't feel right just sitting here and not going out there to look for them myself." he scratched his head "There has to be something I can do. Theres still a working helicopter at the raiders camp, there has to be.." he paused, unsure of what to say again. He wanted some sort of excuse..something to make sense of him going as well. He knew the things Sarah said was true but he felt like there was something..really all Arran wanted was to see his daughter and wife again the moment they were found alive..if they were found alive.

Sarah said "Try to find a shapeshifter who's good at large transformations who's willing to come or I can find a horse for you." "If you want to find them you'll need a tracker." Sarah continued "A horse just needs it's hooves looked after, grooming, clean water, a few hours to eat, and some time to rest. Then it's good to go. I'll start looking for one that's already trained. They had them at the prison and I should be able to find one easily." Sarah ran off and came back with a bunch of horses. "Pick one that you like. I got the tack." She put it on the fence where the cows were and said "I can keep us fed, if I give you something no matter how disgusting it may look or smell if I say it's food it's edible for humans. If I say it's medicine it's medicine. You will learn to use a crossbow, bow and arrows, or a sling. Those are all almost silent ways to dispatch the zombies from a distance. No guns. You listen to what I say when I say it your odds of seeing them go up. But if we don't find them within a year you're on your own. Do you understand?" Sarah waited for an answer. She didn't know why she was helping this man. But she was going to do it.

Arran looked at one of the horses and wandered toward it, before looking back at Sarah "And what if we do find them?" Arran supposed what he was really asking was would they be welcomed back to the shapeshifter camp, or would they need to find their own place to stay. He was sure they probably could, if needed, but no place really felt safe anymore. Around the shapeshifters was honesly the first place in a long, long time that he really felt safe, even after the attack by the raiders. He knew no place could really be completely safe in times like this but..it was good enough. He took his backpack and checked on his supplies

Sarah said "If they don't allow you back I'll help you find another place or something. I don't do things half way." Sarah handed Arran one of her crossbows. "Here's a crossbow, aim for the eye socket and snipe from a distance. But for now I'll have to go check the paperwork and pick up the trail. I will come and get you when I find the scent." Sarah went off and poked around the prison... Arran's wife had died in a crack down. They'd made an example of her. She'd put up enough of a fight trying to escape they felt it necissary to tighten security on the daughter. They had every woman's name and former occupation, if they died it was recorded. Sarah saw that the daughter was sent down south. Ironic the deep south had slaves again... Only these days they were in all colors. Sarah had traced the daughter's name because it had cell numbers and Sarah remembered which cell the scent had come from. Sarah brought the information she had to Arran. "You don't have time to grieve. Let's go."

Arran sighed and put his backpack on before getting onto his horse..it had taken a moment for what Sarah had said to sink in..he didn't want to believe it..no more so he was in denial. It had been 12 years..12 years they probably wondered when..when he was going to come back for them..when he was going to finnaly come back from New York and save them..now Alice, his wife, was dead..and his daughter was with god knows who doing god knows what..but he was going to find her..he had planned on doing it himself but now he had Sarahs help which would make it so much easier. He put his crossbow away where he could easily reach it, and made sure he still had his knife just in case "All right, lets go."

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.