Realistic or Modern An Infected and Ruined World (Apocalypse Roleplay)

[AWarriorcat]

It was so sudden. No one saw it coming, they announced it on the radio, there was a disease... It was spreading fast... They said that people were eating each other, it was complete chaos. They told you to stay put, but you did what had to be done.


Will you survive? Will you meet rapists, murderers, looters, scavengers, cannibals or good people? Who knows? Just don't get bit or scratched.

 

[AWarriorcat]

Day 2 Of Infection... 9:19 Am... March 15th, 2031...

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Avery walked slowly through the abandoned house, her steps silent as she avoided anything that could make noise, she could hear the breathing of an infected in the house. As she turned the corner, it leaped at her; screeching and screaming. Instantly, she swung her fist and, thanks to her father, her knuckle brace caused the thing to fall backwards, still screaming. Quickly, she stabbed her katana through it's head before flicking off the blood on the sword and her bladed knuckle brace; her vision was shaking and she stumbled against the marble counter of the kitchen. It was cold on her tattooed skin but finally she forced herself to regain herself, before shaking her head quickly, it gave her a small headache but she forced the noise out. "Okay, please be good..." She begged, opening the cupboard, over her back was a huge hiking backpack, with a sleeping bag hanging from the bottom, a water bottle in the pouch and a flashlight attached for quick use. The blonde beauty slipped the katana back into place before whistling. "Eragon!" A pit bull slunk in a couple seconds later, hair raised before it started sniffing around. The cupboard was fairly filled up but not enough to last too long. The girl heaved her heavy backpack off and started throwing in all of the cans. Finally, as she got them all, she swung it back over and it clunk loudly, she swayed slightly, surprised by the weight before checking other cupboards. "Hey boy, dog treats!" She picked the box up and shook it lightly, "Only a few in" The girl opened it up and dumped the bacon shaped treats into her hand. "Here you go" She dumped it onto the floor in front of her while Eragon gulped it down quickly before looking for more. "Sorry boy, all that was there" She said sadly before checking the last cupboard, "A lunch box, good." She said, pulling it down along with a box of Oreos. "Hey boy, Oreos!" She cheered; opening the box and pulling one out, she crunched it gratefully; the sweet taste filling her mouth.


Ashton lead his best friend, Blake, down the road, keeping a long leash tight around his hand. It lead to a large, wired, gray dog. A Scottish deer-hound named Smoke, while a similar looking dog, except larger, walked freely, it's name was Wolf. Ashton was a tall, well-built, young man with a few tattoos littering his body while his best, and childhood friend followed. He was tall but a few inches shorter then his best friend, well-built but, again, less then his friend but unlike his best friend, he had many more tattoos littering his body. His bloodhound sniffed wildly at the ground, it's long ears trailing, causing the dirt to stir up while it's nose just kept sniffing. "Let's hurry" Ashton's voice was soft to not alert any hiding infected; but held a tone of commandment; Blake nodded; patting his thigh twice; his bloodhound, Hunter, glanced up, his ears perked before quickening his pace to keep up with the males, Wolf following. Suddenly, the bloodhound froze; it's ears straight up before letting out a almost silent growl; Wolf crouched towards the ground, his fur on edge as a similar growl left the lips of the deer hound. Both boys froze, Blake froze and raised his silenced machine gun and Ashton raised his Desert Eagle pistol; they waited silently. Suddenly, an infected turned the corner and before it had even opened it's mouth to scream; Blake squeezed the trigger. Two bullets pierced the infected's head and jaw, it fell dead. Ashton shot a smile, "Nice shot" and Blake's chest squeezed in heartache; "Thanks" He said, returning the smile before the two continued.


Nichole squeezed her horse's side to speed it up, her dog, Coffee followed, it's tongue hanging wildly from his mouth. She grinned, her wavy, white-blonde hair waved in her face. There was a shotgun and sniper on her, shotgun over her chest and sniper over her back. Her blue eyes sparkled as she clicked her tongue to warn her dog that they were turning before she actually turned. The morning sun shone brightly as she finally slowed to down to a slow trot, her dog was panting but wagging his tail happily. Nichole glanced around, there was a forest framing the entire city for miles on miles and she was only on the outskirts. The albino blonde slowed the horse, allowing it to drink from a small stream; Coffee drank gratefully from the stream. "Come on" She encouraged gently, stroking the horse's mane softly; finger brushing it's tangles out.


Preston rode Oreo, the large, white caribou with black spots, with pride. Oreo walked with grace but could easily speed it up when needed, it's grace is one reason why Preston's family rode caribou instead of horses, they may be wilder but their instincts are better, they are not as easily spooked either, always keeping a firm head. Over his small shoulder was the backpack that he had been using for college, there were a few cans of food in their with a water purifier, two bottles of water, a flashlight, a change of clothes and a photo of his beautiful, younger sister, his tall, handsome older brother and his older, frail mother that still held her beauty from her youth. Preston rubbed the caribou's head, it snorted before continuing it's walk, there was only a very light saddle on it and a loose bridle. "Woah, Oreo" He muttered, as the creature hopped over a small log.


Aaron dozed softly on his beautiful horse's back, White Chocolate, the horse that he's had since he was eight. He always hated growing up on a farm, but riding horses was a perk; his blue hair was wild and tangled as his head leaned against the horse's neck as a pillow. His legs were resting lazily on the side of the horse while his backpack barely stayed on his shoulders; the horse trotted slowly, not really focusing on anywhere, the road was long since gone because of Aaron passing out. The boy jerked awake, his hand gripping his Uzi, he quickly realized he was in the forest, ont on the road. "Shit" He cursed, as he quickly glanced around, only one eye able to actually see.


Sabrina peeked out the window of the house; there was no infected; she cautiously opened the back door and slipped out; a large backpack over her back; she silently slipped out; her dog following her. "Come on, Pepper" She cooed, adjusting her weight to be quieter. A long haired mix, slowly squeezed out the door. It sniffed before relaxing slightly and followed the girl as she opened the back gate and allowing the dog to follow her out.


Brandon's M16's gunfire echoed across the silent streets of the city; he flinched as screeches lit up all over the city. "Come on!" He called to his pit bull as he took off for the closet house. He ripped the door open, quickly, slamming it as softly but quickly as possible. He quickly barred the door with a large couch before checking all the rooms. Once he saw it fit to relax, he searched through the kitchen; for any food or supplies.

 

[Amityvillager]

Ceil

A large black wolf tore through the city like a hound of hell. It ran with the purpose that only a wild animal can have. Farther ahead of it was a young human woman who had spotted someone--someone uninfected--go into a house after firing a round of bullets. She was annoyed with this man, even though she had no idea who he was, but she was pissed. How could someone be so stupid! She hissed a few choice curses under her breath as she reached the house. She tried the door, but something was blocking it. "Are you fucking kidding me," she growled. She leapt over the railing of the porch just in time to avoid the wolf leaping on her. She glanced at it behind her shoulder as she reached an ajar window. She thanked whatever god was out there before making her second attempt into the house. She had to stand on her tip toes to grip the the bottom of the window but it didn't matter too much. She threw her backpack through then her weapons before she pulled herself up as her feet found purchase on the siding. After hauling herself up and over, she found herself on the other side of a kitchen counter. The black wolf that had been in pursuit sailed gracefully through the window and over the woman.


It landed next to her and almost immediately the hackles on its back raised as did its lips. It bared its teeth and let out a low growl. The woman flipped over and moved into a crouch, tomahawk in hand. A pitbull was staring her down but making no move for attack. "Cyrus," she said softly to the wolf, who only moved to stand in front of her, still on guard. "Cyrus," she said more forcefully. The wolf dropped his snarling but his hackles refused to go down. "Sit." The wolf did, but not before giving her a pouty look. The pitbull was still staring at her and it was becoming unnerving. She sheathed her tomahawk and drew her katana instead, since it had a much longer reach, just in case something--namely the dog--tried to attack her and got past Cyrus. "Dude, call off your dog," she called without loudness, seeing as though she could see him just a smidgen.

 

[AWarriorcat]

Brandon had heard the girl drop her backpack in but made no move to turn around. "You shouldn't sneak up on people. You'll get shot" He pointed out and the small dog, not quite full size, tilted it's head at them. After a few seconds, Brandon turned towards them and the puppy, playfully, bounced over to the wolf, it sniffed it cautiously from a foot away, before rolling over, submissively and panting, it's stubby tail wagging so hard, the rest of the body wiggled with it. "Oh man, my vicious pitbull is gonna tear you to shreds" He said, sarcastically. He crossed his arms, causing the tight fitting shirt to stretch. Through the white shirt, you could see darker colors, namely his tattoos, and his entire left arm was covered in a huge tattoo. The pitbull whined, softly, when it had gotten no attention back; "Shush Marcus" He scolded the pitbull, who whined again, just as soft.


(Sorry, went out and walked my puppy~)

 

[Amityvillager]

OOC: In Ceil's defense, the link to the dog doesn't work, lol. So she's gonna make a joke about the whole thing xD @AWarriorcat

Ceil

With: Some guy and his puppy, Cyrus


Mood: Annoyed, cautious


Location: A house in the city

"Yeah, well it's either get shot by a stranger and be dead, or get eating by a zombie and drool all over myself," she retorted when he told her she shouldn't speak up on people. "And I was definitely kidding about calling off your dog. I was attempting to make light of things." With a roll of her eyes she sheathed her katana. She clicked her tongue and the puppy happily flopped down and rolled over so she could scratch his belly. Even the wolf, Cyrus, nosed the pup as a way of acknowledging it in some sort of canine way. Without looking up she continued: "I don't know why you lit up the area, but you almost got us killed. And you probably attracted a lot of attention to the immediate area, bub." She gave the puppy one last pat on the stomach and stood, Cyrus walking over and sitting on her right side, which was her dominant side. "After things die down around here, I'll make my leave, so you don't have to worry about us too much longer." She walked over to the cabinet beside him and climbed on top to kneel. She began rummaging through the far back of the top shelf, hoping to find something, anything. "Seems as though you've cleaned the place out," she said softly, more to herself. Cyrus stayed where he was, seeing as though the man didn't provide for any immediate threat, but he was alert.