(IC Thread) Mordeo [Zombie Roleplay]

OOC Thread: http://forums.cloudsixteen.com/index.php?topic=8635.msg90191#msg90191


So this thread will be dedicated to the In Character part of my Mordeo Zombie Roleplay. I have several rules for this section itself.


1. Only post IC things. OOC things will have to be snipped, or moved to the OOC Section.
2. If you need to know what the fuck this is, refer to the OOC thread.
3. Post everything that isn't an IC message in OOC thread.

One bite. That's all it takes.

It is five years after the initial infection, patient zero. Just four years after the world went to shit. They didn't know what caused it. It could have been a bacterium, virus, who the hell knows? It's not like you care to find out now. Some say it's a gigantic government conspiracy, some say it is God's punishment, some say it's just Mother Nature at work. Just know one thing; Don't get bitten.

The year is 2020.

You've been walking for quite some time. You have found yourself in Augusta, Maine. A city you may not know. You just know that it's an urban enviornment, most likely up north as it is quite cold. It might be winter, fall, spring... You've lost track awhile ago. Just bundle up. It's gonna snow soon.Five years later, 90% of the world's population is dead. If this percentage keeps going on a linear path, you should be dead in two and a half years tops. Maybe you want to die, maybe you want to live, although some people might disagree. Just do you want. It's your life. Choose what you want to do.Just a year after the initial infection, 70% of the world had fallen ill or died. The 30% that are left are scattered throughout. Some countries don't even have anyone left, they're all dead. Just be grateful; whatever God you worship decided to let you live this long.

Climate

Spoiler: Kinda shit formatting, ugly thread :(

Season:

Spring | Summer | Fall | Winter (?)




Weather:
Clear Skies | Overcast | Very Cloudy | Storm Clouds




Nothing | Light Rain | Light Snow | Rain | Snow | Heavy Rain | Heavy Snow




Sub-Zero | Cold | Chilly | Normal | Warm | Hot | Above 100 Degrees (F)

 

Samantha Bridge
[SIZE=x-small]"God, I wish this were just one of those shitty old-time Zombie simulators."[/SIZE]

Samantha smashes the glass pane of the french door with her hammer, reaching in and unlocking the french door. She would enter the house, looking around. She is in the kitchen. She would look up towards the cabinets, opening them one by one, hoping for some good loot. Of course, nothing. She looks under the sink, finding useless objects such as sponges. She sighs, and continues on with the house. In the living room, she would cut wires from the lamps and TVs, and put them into her tool belt. She searches every possible place, but finds only a few somewhat useful objects here and there. She finds a peppermint candy, and pops it into her mouth, and allowing it to rest on her tongue, savoring the flavor. A groan interrupts her pleasure; It comes from upstairs. She would look up the staircase before making the climb. Half way up the stairs, it groans again. She turns the corner, and finds herself in a hallway. She cautiously opens each door, anticipating a fight. The rooms are clear except for one last one. She opens the door, and gags from what she sees. A dead man lay on the bed, entrails splattered all over. He is tied up to the bed posts, and growls at Sam. She walks out of the room, panting heavily. She looks back to the doorway, and hears a snap; One of the ties had gone loose. She would walk backwards towards the stairs, making her way down while still looking forwards towards the room. As she makes it into the living room, she would exit the front door. One house down, thousands of more to go...


(OOC: So according to Hipster, this post was bad and I need to drink coffee. Well, I've been up for over 21 hours, so I probably do. Next post, which'll be when I'm fully rested, or awake for even longer, should be better. Sorry guys, not the best way to open an RP. Dx)

 

Weylyn Chase
[SIZE=x-small]"Hmph, another Dismal and dull day."[/SIZE]


The young male would say to himself under his breath as he steps forwards towards a large White door, it being just a simple door for a simple small house, one story by the looks of it on the outside. No noise to it yet. 'Let's hope this one isn't full of more god damned Zombies..' The boy would think to himself as he raises his right leg upwards, bringing the knee of it closer towards his body, as he focuses it on the center mass of the door. With one swift and fast move forward he would give off a slight 'Mmf' His boot connecting with the door itself, not quite sending it quite off it's hinges but enough to bust the simple handle on it enough for it to gently swing open.

Stepping into the home, Weylyn would begin to grasp his Icepick hanging from the strap of his belt, his hand grasping around the wooden handle of it, raising it upwards to besides his head, at a more steady level, ready for a swift and fast jab from it if ever needed in this house.
The house itself for the most part would be empty, not having much but a few blood stains, the rotting corpse of a dead rabbit which would be smelling up the place more than anything else could, and most of the furniture already flipped over on it's sides or back, the person prior clearly have been in a panic to find whatever he could before fully leaving. Or maybe it was a bandit for that matter, no way to completely tell just yet.

Scrounging around the area he would find close to nothing, just a can of Campbell's chicken noodle soup, a small black leather journal and a pencil, it's point being somewhat dulled and it being about halfway sharpened down, but still usable, at least for the little while he could use it to write.
Stuffing both in his satchel he would make his way back towards the front of the house, side-stepping through the door. One house down in this shit-hole of a city, another hundred ago.

"Man this was boring. I need to get out of this shit city soon."

 

Samantha Bridge
"God, I wish this were just one of those shitty old-time Zombie simulators."



Samantha would walk down the street at a steady pace, occasionally looking around to spot any infected. It was a strange day; The zombie from the house had been the only zombie she's seen in close to two days. Maybe it's over? They're all dead, and I'm alive? Samantha quickly turned down the thought, and approached a corner. A sign rose above the corner, advertising that this was the corner of Hendrick Avenue and Providence Road. She had just come down Hendrick Avenue. She looks to her right, and then her left. In the distance on both sides, she could see old police roadblocks from the old-time, the wooden barriers pushed aside, and decayed corpses lying about. She shudders at the sight of one decayed officer. Must of died on the first day of all this shit. And he had to have been mutilated. She thinks once again. She examines the signs on top of the shops. Several non-chain businesses were on this street up until the roadblock. There was a bakery under the name "Baker's Goods," a grocery store under the name "Simon's Get in Get out Groceries." The rest of the signs were too faded or obscured to read. She made her way to the bakery, turning left on the corner. As she approaches it, she notices something unusual; several cockroaches were swarming the door, trying to get in, but to no avail. She starts stepping on the cockroaches, trying to kill them. It just burns energy from her, and she quits, moving on to the door. She tries to open it. It's locked. Of course. She then tries to force it open by prying open the door. Nope, nothing, and it actually caused her some pain. She moves to the window, and smashes it. A groan erupts from inside, along with several footsteps, gradually getting louder. Stepping backwards, Samantha would ready her hammer, as the groans approaches the window. A relatively tall zombie, standing at maybe 6'4, would attempt to make his way through the window. Samantha laughed, thinking this was relatively comical. As the zombie, about half-way out the window, reached up for Samantha, a hammer was smashed onto his head, the claw stuck in his head. She attempts to pull it out, but it's not coming. She sighs. I'll get it later.


Samantha pushes the body forwards into the window, it falling with a thud. She would then push herself through the window, landing on top of the body. As she gets up, she notices the motherload; This place had been completely untouched. She smiled and laughed. The entire shop was stocked with baking ingredients, pies, cakes, muffins, all that shit, and a few other necessary components. She would look down at the body, the hammer still stuck. Only thing ruining this pure beauty. She goes to the front counter, magazines sprawled everywhere on it, an antique cash register in the center. She opens the cash register, and takes out the $41 in Old-Time USD. She stuffs it into her pocket, and leans back on the wall with one of the magazines. She laughed as she read: "President Obama has been assassinated today. Our country has lost it's great leader. May his soul rest in peace." The magazine was dated July 24th, 2014. She found it funny for some reason, to imagine the old-time, the day Obama had been assassinated in Boston. She always wanted Romney to win. Meh, didn't matter now.


She approaches the freezers, filled with cans of frosting, whipped cream bottles, sprinkles... Of course, the freezer had been off for awhile, but it was worth a shot. She would retrieve a can of Redi-Wip, and pull off the top. She would tilt the bottle upside down, and release some air. Whipped cream dripped out of the top. She smiled, and put some on her hand, smelling it. Just gotta be sure... For whatever miraculous reason, it was perfectly fine. She tilts her head back, spraying whipped cream into her mouth, and just about everywhere else from her mouth down and chest up. She didn't care. She hadn't tasted whipped cream since she was a child. Enjoy the little things.

Samantha turns her attention to the window. The place should be secure enough to stay the night, but it's just that one window. She would approach it, and wonder what to do. She didn't have shit to put there. With a sigh, she starts searching the bakery. Nothing to barricade it. She would then stop to think. Can I build something? I mean, I've got this shit. She would know. She grabs a shopping basket, and drop all of her bolts inside, and put the basket aside. She takes her backpack off, and retrieves the wire, and scrap pieces. She just needed the hammer. She would look down at the body, and lean down, grasping the hammer with both hands, and pulling upwards. The hammer finally comes loose, and she can know use it. She takes one of her nails, and places it in the wall under the window with her hammer. She reaches up above the window, and places a nail in the wall, slightly protruding. She hangs the handle of the basket by the nail, and makes sure it's stable. She then ties wire to the basket, and wire to the nail below the window, making sure the wire is in the middle of the window entry. If anything tries to come in, the basket'll fall and she'll be alerted. She pushes the body aside, and begins her relaxation.


(OOC: Not too sure about this one. I mean, it's not bad, just not sure of the writing... Hipster, you're my critic, tell me.)