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| The End is Nigh: IC; The screams of the dead will haunt you. | |
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| Topic Started: October 10 2008, 06:37 PM (482 Views) | |
| Colton C | October 10 2008, 06:37 PM Post #1 |
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Episode One: Nigh Richard Rorschach pulls out his 45 revolver, his lifeline, his hope for escape. He points it forward starring straight down the sights. "Try not to think!" he mummers to himself as he stairs at the man on the other end. "He's not a man!" he says to himself as he pulls down the trigger. His mind slows, click BOOM! The bullet hits the man's arm. It fly off as the man is swung 90 degrees by the force then falls over. F*&k! thought Richard, that was one of his last 5 bullets. Richard moves toward the man, grasping his gun by the barrel. He stands over the squirming man, who is screaming in pain. He looks down, observing the features. His rotting flesh, his black eyes, his bald head, and his pail skin. He gathers up his will, swinging down his gun on the head of the zombie. Crack!. "They must of heard that." Richard told himself. He looked down before he ran, the blood began oozing from the back of the zombie's head. Richard ran for his life, towards the sewers, where it was safe. After several minuets, Richard reaches the manhole he originally crawled out of. Crouching over so he can reach, he pushes aside the steel lid, revealing the smell beneath it. I hate this place, but the smell keeps them away, he thinks to himself as he descends down the latter. At the bottom Richard finally takes the time to breath. Richard walks down the tunnel he unfortunately uses as his home. At the end of the tunnel there is a empty room, where 4 pipes meet. There wasn't much; a lawn chair, a card table, and a few cans of yams he looted from a store across the city. That was it, that was all he had. "Now what?" *********************************************************************************************************************************************** Find the character sheet for Richard at the OoC thread of this RP. This is a a zombie survival RP, anyone is welcome, just submit a character sheet for approve in this RP's OoC thread. While there, read about the background of the world in which this takes place. Due to the nature of this RP, it will be easy for people to drop in at any time, as well as drop out. Edited by Colton C, November 12 2008, 12:02 AM.
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| Nick | October 11 2008, 02:21 PM Post #2 |
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"No no no no no no no...." Daniel muttered to himself. Fear crawled across his skin and sunk into his heart. "They can't be here. No, no!" He pushed the wrench through one of his belt loops and attached his blowtorch to his right hip. Another sound echoed from one of the sewers tunnels. The world was dead, the only thing that could be moving in there is another one of the zombies. "Well, I guess I have to fight at some point," he mutterd, as he stepped into the tunnel. Daniel was a sewer worker. Most days he spent wandering the catacombs beneath New York, fixing various grates and machinery, making sure New York's bowels kept moving. Effectively, he was fiber for the city. He hadn't noticed anything different about the day that changed his life. Things went normally, he dressed himself in a dull orange jumpsuit with thick green boots and gloves. He wore a helmet with a plastic face shield and small light on the top. His favorite tools, a crowbar, a wrench, and a blow torch accompanied him. After hours of wandering in the sewers, he found the problem. He fixed the grate and decided to go up for lunch. As the manhole closed behind him, his attention was drawn to a tv in a store window. "Chaos!" The anchorman's suit was stained with sweat, he trembled with nervousness. "A virus is sweeping new york. The infected seem to lose their minds and become increasingly violent. If bitten, the victim seems to be infected with them. I urge everyone to get away from New York. In an attempt to slow the outbreak, the Bronx has been quarantined. If you still remain in there, well, God save you." Daniel slumped to the ground, his entire body was shaking. No! "We don't know a lot, the government has put a quick cap on us. But rest assured, as long as this reporter stands, the people will know the tru-" His words were cut off as static drowned the screen. It couldn't be true. Daniel looked down the street he was on and saw a person staring at him. A gutteral scream emerged from his throat and he began running after Daniel. He quickly opened up the manhole and jumped back into the sewers. The person (was it?) banged his fists against the closed manhole, screaming at him. Daniel took off down the sewers. He survived for quite a while. He occasionally crept to the surface to loot some food from the now empty stores. Now, however, the city had become completely overun, it was too dangerous to venture out. And his collection was running thin. And now, one of them has invaded his home. Daniel snuck through the tunnel. The exit led to a small room, one of the creatures was sitting in a chair, playing cards on a table. Cards? Odd for a zombie, no matter. Daniel lifted the crowbar above his head and swung. [/color] Edited by Nick, October 11 2008, 03:20 PM.
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| Colton C | October 11 2008, 02:47 PM Post #3 |
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The crowbar comes down on the left shoulder of Richard. CRACK! "AAHH..." Richard screams in pain. He then concentrates at the situation at hand. "What the f*%*k," says Richard as he turns around. There is a man there... a plumber? Reaching with his movable arm, Richard goes for his gun. He aims it at the man now in front of him. "What you do that for!" He pulls back the hammer, if the man makes another move, he will shoot. Edited by Colton C, October 11 2008, 08:12 PM.
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| Nick | October 11 2008, 03:01 PM Post #4 |
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Daniel prepared for another swing but stopped. What? The thing was talking, and it had a gun! "You can't fool me zombie!" But the man's face told other stories, Fear mostly. The zombies he had seen on his various excursions didn't get scared. Maybe... could it be another survivor? "Are... are you one lof them?" Edited by Nick, October 11 2008, 03:46 PM.
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| Colton C | October 11 2008, 03:10 PM Post #5 |
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"What the f*^&k do you think..." Richard took a breath, wincing in pain as he did it. A broken left collarbone, that could immobilize him, make him unable to fight off the zombies. A minauet passed. "Well, obviously you aren't a zombie... What did you do that for!?. Who are you?.. You think I was a zombie playing cards?!.." Richard thought a second, trying to get a grasp on the situation. "What's your name... and remember, I have the gun. Answer my questions, don't ask your own." Edited by Colton C, October 11 2008, 08:15 PM.
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| Nick | October 11 2008, 03:14 PM Post #6 |
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Daniel spluttered. He couldn't believe it, another survivor. "M-my name is Daniel. I-I'm sorry, I thought you were.... one of them. I-I 've been down here for so long, I thought everyone was dead or a zombie. Oh, but now, I'm so happpy! Another survivor, a friend!" He fell to the ground and crawled over to Richard's feet, crying into his shoes. "I love you." Edited by Nick, October 11 2008, 03:46 PM.
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| Colton C | October 11 2008, 03:25 PM Post #7 |
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"OK... Well... Get off my feet!" Richard looked down at the man. How pathetic. Richard sat back in his chair, placing his gun back on his belt. Well...This is great. The first person I find is a nut job. Richard reaches into his pocket for the morphine. The shoulder may have just been a deal of pain while the world was well, yet now that pain can take your thoughts off what is happening, it can kill you. As he fills up the surringe with the minimum dosage, he looks at the man. "I'm Dr. Richard Rorschach... I guess it is nice to see a human as well." However, unlike his comment, Richard is not sure what to truly think. This man is unstable, he might flip a switch at any moment. At that point Richard shoves the needle into his arm, pushing down the plunger. He would have thrown the surringe out, yet he needed it. You can't drink morphine. He wipes off the surringe, placing on the needle's cover, and putting it in his pocket. |
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| Nick | October 11 2008, 03:33 PM Post #8 |
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Daniel picked himself up. "Oooo, whats that?" Daniel stepped forward but stopped, remembering Richard's reaction to his groveling. He took a step back. Why had the doctor reacted so aversely to him? He looked down at himself. His jumpsuit had lost its ornage hue and now retained a color one could only desribe as poop brown. Fecal matter stained him in various places. His face guard was smeared with dirty water in disgusting streaks. His usually greasy hair was dirty and sweaty, further adding to his look as an insane man. No wonder the doctor seemed to be scared. Edited by Nick, October 11 2008, 03:45 PM.
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| Colton C | October 11 2008, 03:38 PM Post #9 |
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"What that are you talking about?" Richard looked at the man. He was not as insane as Richard thought, just traumatized. He was dirty, and smelled almost worse than the sewer. No wonder he had acted so strangely he must have been down here a long time. Richard looked back towards the man. "A more important question, how long have you been here? It looks as if you haven't left the sewer in the last 5 years." |
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| Nick | October 11 2008, 03:45 PM Post #10 |
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"Hm, five years. Has it really been that long? I have lost all sense of time since I first started hiding here. How are you still alive? I would have found you earlier if you had been hiding here too, theres nothing to do except explore down here. Where did you come from?"
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| Colton C | October 11 2008, 04:05 PM Post #11 |
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"I'm from Long Island..." Richard tells the man. "I moved down here when I ran out of food." Richard had arrived in New York City a month ago, yet it was only last week that he discovered the secret of the sewers. "Now, come tie my arm in a sling... Use my tie, I don't need it any more."
Edited by Colton C, October 11 2008, 04:06 PM.
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| Nick | October 11 2008, 04:09 PM Post #12 |
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"Alright." Daniel was quick to help a fellow survivor. He spoke while he worked: "I've lived in New York all my life. I was in the Bronx during the first quarantine, I have been hiding here ever since. Occasionally, I'll go out and get some food, but recently, theres been to many of them. I'd rather starve than become one of them." Daniel stepped back from Richard, the sling was complete. |
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| Colton C | October 11 2008, 04:13 PM Post #13 |
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Richard started feeling his collar bone. He set the bones back in place as he moved along, wincing in the pain that was slightly dulled by the opiate. When he was done he placed that side of his lab coat over his shoulder, looking at the man when he was done. "When did you eat last?" The atmosphere had slowly calmed between the two, who now realized there common problem.
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| Nick | October 11 2008, 04:15 PM Post #14 |
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"This morning. Nothing since then. Do you have any food on you?" Daniel was desperate, his stomach was sceaming with hunger.
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| Colton C | October 11 2008, 04:22 PM Post #15 |
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"Here." Richard picks up one of his 3 small cans of yams and placed it on the card table. Using his leatherman knife, Richard cuts the lid off of the can. The smell is terrible. The can was filled with the old yams, the can was not exploded, so they weren't infected. That meant they were ok to eat, yet they probably tasted like crap because they were 2 years past expiration date. Richard licked his knife, almost gagging on the bitter taste of the sugary molasses. Richard handed the can to the man. "They might taste like crap, yet they are still good. Don't waste them." Richard then sat back in his seat and opened a can for himself. |
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| Nick | October 11 2008, 04:25 PM Post #16 |
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Daniel looked at the expiration date on the can, it ended 2 years ago. "Awesome! Only 2 years old? You're spoiling me." Daniel emptied the can down his throat swallowing it all. "Mm, delicious. Well, now that thats out of the way, what shoud we do now?" |
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| Colton C | October 11 2008, 04:30 PM Post #17 |
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"Personal I'm going to sleep." Richard was just now getting off his adrenalin rush, realizing how tired he actually was. Ever since Richard arived in the city he had been suffering from major insomnia. He hadn't been able to sleep for days due to his nightmares. Now that he thought back, he hadn't sleeped more than three hours in the last week. Now he felt partly safe, with anyone by his side. Richard then relaxes in his chair to find a comfortable position, makeing sure to not fall asleep on his broken shoulder. The morphine helps. He drapes his coat over himself to keep warm during the night. "Make yourself useful, take watch. Wake me up in 5 hours." At that point Richard falls right to sleep, into the realm of his dreams. A place infinitely scarier than reality. Edited by Colton C, October 11 2008, 08:30 PM.
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| Nick | October 11 2008, 04:35 PM Post #18 |
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"Lazy ass." Richard stirs in his sleep, and Daniel starts. Luckily, he didn't wake up. Daniel paced around the room, boredom setting in. First person he's talked to in years and he leaves him alone to watch? Bastard. He sat down and leans his head against the wall. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep. |
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| Colton C | October 23 2008, 09:27 PM Post #19 |
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Episode Two: Bologna "Wake up!" Richard says as he kicks Danial awake. Richard had been planing. On his way into the city Richard noticed many food stores. "I have been doing some thinking, there are many stores. We want to hit a small one, like a deli. People might not have raided it yet." Richard stands there, waiting for his new companion to get off the floor. They need food... there was no avoiding it. He stairs down at his broken shoulder; How can I fight with only one arm? He felt the bottle of morphine, shaking it. Only 200 mg left. 20 mg per dosage. Ten days left. Edited by Colton C, November 12 2008, 12:01 AM.
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| Nick | October 24 2008, 03:47 PM Post #20 |
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"Ugh, wha-? What? Was happenin'? What are we doin?" Daniel stood up on shaking legs, rubbing his eyes. As he became fully consious, he spoke. "Why the hell did you wake me up? I was having such an amazing dream. I was a billionare, and I was living in the greatest sewer the world has ever seen! Everything was made of gold and instead of sewer water, a river of chocolate ran! At least I think it was chocolate, well thats what it tasted like. Anyways, why'd you wake me up from that just so I can take another long look at the shithole we're in now?" |
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| Colton C | October 24 2008, 04:04 PM Post #21 |
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"You live here... you know of any food stores?" Richard had come to appreciate Danny's company. Anyone is better than no one in this place. The thing that confused Richard was the man's unusual attachment to sewers. Why would he like his job so much? No matter, he was still company. Ricard's arm was sore. He had thought about fighting with one arm. It was an unusual concept. Should he use a knife or his gun. He stared down at his gun. Four shots. |
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| Nick | October 24 2008, 04:35 PM Post #22 |
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"Uh, lemme think. Uh. Oh! Theres a deli only a block or two from here. Back before the zombies, it served the best bologna. Theres also a grocery store but thats a little ways a way. A short walk but not a safe one with.... them around. We should go to the deli, its closer and they might still have some of that bologna. I bet it gets better with age. Come on, lets go." |
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| Colton C | October 25 2008, 09:07 AM Post #23 |
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Richard looks at the man, "A little eccentric aren't you. How close is it to a manhole?" |
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| Nick | October 25 2008, 02:17 PM Post #24 |
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"Very close, come on, lets go." Daniel led him down a short way until they reached a ladder. Daniel took the lead and climbed up, opening the manhole as he reached the top. He climbed out carefully and took a look around. The streets appeared to be clear at the moment, but with zombies, that could change in just a second. Across the street lay the deli. The store was fairly small, with large glass windows displaying its wares. Meat must have sat there years before, but the shattered windows proved it had been raided at least once before. Maybe the could find a couple scraps of something. "Come on," Daniel said to Richard. |
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| Colton C | October 25 2008, 03:54 PM Post #25 |
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Richard looks up, "Um, how do I get up the ladder?, I only have one arm, give me a hand!" Richard reaches up, waiting for Danny to help him. The light coming through the manhole is blinding, Looking down at his watch, Richard sees that it is 12:46, "Hopefully the zombies wont be out". |
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