Realistic or Modern Humanity's Rebirth (Zombie RP) (Open)

SnowStorm42 · Sep 3, 2019

By 2010, it was safe to say that most countries in the world were armed to bone. Between naval fleets, nuclear weapons, and drones, the world had reached a stalemate. Tensions would arise here or there, but it usually resulted in peace talks or at least some sort of truce. This continued for a long span of human history, until somewhere around 2020, when a president was elected in the Americas who had a very militaristic ideology. This president decided that it was time for someone to come out on top in the world and pose a true ruling force. Therefor a project called ‘Project Artemis’ began with the intent of creating a lethal and secret biochemical weapon that could take out a whole country with a single attack.

Tests were running well and good, for two years. Then after an accident that the media caught few details of, the weapon self-destructed in Northern America. This resulted in a detrimental outbreak of a virus that wiped out more than half of the population. However beyond killing the population, it mutated the corpses and seemed to “bring them to life”. A zombie outbreak as the younger generations started to call it. It spread quickly and with violence in the country. The world, decided that it would neutralize the threat to prevent a global catastrophe. Nukes. Ground troops. Evacuation zones. Everything was done to prevent the outbreak from spreading to other countries at a fast rate. Within two years the countries eradicated many threats of the undead and left deciding that North America was uninhabitable and quarantined off from the world

There was one region though, that through all of the nuclear explosions, and the evacuations, remained surprisingly pristine and untouched. This region was called ‘Arcadia’. This region was unique in that the zombie outbreak hit, but the city seemed more than prepared. However many groups tried to take advantage of all of the chaos that the outbreak brought about.

By the year 2026, many factions had established themselves in Arcadia, in hopes of creating a new future for America. These factions included the Guerrillas; a brutal group that seeks to take in the strong and enslave the weak, The Allied Resistance Movement or ARM; who stand up to the Guerrillas and want to create a new government that gives actual freedom and peace to the people, and The Veterans; who are remnants of the old United States Military who want to bring the country back to the way it was

Some smaller factions exist such as the Natives; who wish to return to the way of the countries ancestors and live off the land in peace and harmony, and the Purists; a cult that believes they are the Chosen People, who must purge all those that are considered touched by the virus. There are also safe zones that remain neutral amongst the warring factions

As if the undead weren’t enough, Arcadia was now a warzone between differing ideologies. Only one ideology will come out on top. The question is can anyone win the war? Or will the dead come out on top?

SnowStorm42 · Sep 3, 2019

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1. Arcadia University- A large campus and surrounding woods. Not many supplies here however it can be used as a safe haven.
Zombie levels: Scattered Stragglers
Faction Presence: None

2. Lumber Town- A small little town that before the outbreak did a lot of lumberwork as well as fishing. The outbreak resulted in a boat evacuation of the town. Anyone who remained behind eventually joined up with ARMS, and it now serves as a training ground and sort of fishing and lumbering point for ARMS
Zombie levels: None, occasional stragglers
Faction Presence: ARMS- low

3. Safe Zone Park- When the outbreak hit many local police and military in the region set up a safe zone in this park at the Northern most point of Arcadia. Through the years it has survived many attacks however, being caught between both The Guerrillas and ARMs, the safe zone sometimes get caught up in border scuffles or talks of joining either faction. The Safe Zone tries to remain neutral though, but pressure might eventually cave it
Zombie levels: None
Faction Presence: Neutral

20-26: Morris Town- Morris Town is predominantly houses and townhouses. There are a few delis and chain stores here, as well as gun ranges and gun stores. After the outbreak and the rise of the Guerrillas many who remained in the North part of Arcadia formed ARMs in Morris Town, in order to combat the Guerrillas. Morris Town became a main base of housing, training, and operations for ARMs. Located in sector 21 is a stadium where training is held. Sector 24 has a large financial building that is used as a headquarters and a war room as well as where scouts report or assemble.
Zombie Levels: Low, Occasional Stragglers from the South, the Beach, or from the War Sector
Faction Presence: ARMs- High

19, 27, 28: War Zone- appropriately named the War Zone, these sectors are usually where a lot of fighting goes on between the Guerrillas and ARMs, and occasionally the Veterans. The problem doesn’t end there. Due to constant fighting and battling and raiding in these sectors, the dead are often attracted here making small scattered hordes, or clusters. It is a dangerous area that most people avoid unless going to combat or scavenging for goods or loot
Zombie Levels: High
Faction Presence: All Factions occasionally

43: The Capitol District- many parks and museums can be found here along with the old town hall and Mayor’s Office. The square is known to have a large but heavily scattered undead presence. It is a very open area.
Zombie Levels: large clusters especially indoors, scattered stragglers outside
Faction presence: None

Upper Right Map:

4-18, 28-34: Night City- This city used to be a booming melting pot of culture, diversity, finance, business, and tourism. Tall skyscrapers and apartment buildings litter the city, leaving narrow streets. After the outbreak, the dead littered the streets however military presence soon vanquished a large portion of the dead. However a faction that called themselves the Guerrillas eventually and slowly took over and also gained access to the weapons the military used. Using the several skyscrapers in Sector 15 as a headquarters, the Guerrillas took over slowly and made Night City theirs. Sector 8 and 9 are warehouses and fishing spots where munitions are stored. Sector 10 is a power grid that allows the city to keep it’s lights on. Sector 29 is used for feasts, assembling raid parties, or hosting fighting events between members or slaves. The other sectors are used for housing or storage in the many skyscrapers and apartments. Sector 30 is known as the Red Light District and contains many bars and clubs where slaves usually serve the Guerrillas.
Zombie Levels: None
Faction Presence: Guerrillas

35-38: Night City Docks and Warehouses- After the outbreak the many warehouses and ports here became the workplace of those enslaved or captured by the Guerrillas. Here those who are enslaved organize, manage loot, as well as get rid of the corpses of the dead into the furnaces in some of the warehouses, or the water surrounding the port. This is also where the enslaved sleep.
Zombie Levels: Only captured zombies (used for sport)
Faction presence: Guerrillas

40-42: Dead Zones: Despite the Guerrillas numbers, they don’t have that many numbers that they can occupy all of Night City. Sectors 40 through 42 are known as Dead Zones, where no one lives (unless they aren’t privy to it). The Dead usually find their way into these Dead Zones in Medium Hordes, or large clusters. However the Guerrillas do routine scouting clean ups in which they’ll send a few parties to exterminate any scavengers, zombies, or run-away slaves in the Dead Zones, or at least keep the numbers low.
Zombie Levels: Low to High Clusters, Occasional small horde
Faction Presence: None, Occasional Guerrillas

39: The Credence Tunnel- This is a subway tunnel that stretches from the Night City Warehouses (Sector 37), all the way to Sector 54. The Guerrillas do not use this tunnel as it is heavily infested.
Zombie Level: Scattered Medium Hordes
Faction Presence: None

48. Arcadia Mall- This was a booming mall before the outbreak. Many stores including gun stores, electronics, fireworks, vehicle dealerships, restaurants and hardware stores could be found within this mall. After the outbreak though it became a location of a big horde. Rather than taking out the massive number of zombies, they mall was blockaded. All entrances and exits were sealed. There are still ways in if scavengers are desperate or bold but a large horde awaits them.
Zombie Level: Medium Horde
Faction Presence: None

49: Various company headquarters- Before the outbreak many known companies had their office buildings located amongst the trees and parking lots of these two sectors. Following the outbreak these offices remain abandoned.
Zombie level: Medium Clusters, Scattered groups
Faction presence: None.

50-57: Little Town- Before the outbreak Little Town was a middle class town full of gas stations, convenience stores, markets, and large retail stores. After the outbreak it became a mixed bowl of survivors, scavengers, bandits, and of course the undead. All factions will occasionally have scuffles here, usually over supplies, or trying to recruit survivors to their cause.
Zombie Level: Scattered clusters, small hordes
Faction Presence: Occasionally All of them

58: Roker's Prison- Before the outbreak this prison housed some of the most ruthless rapists, murderers, and criminals of all kinds. In fact after the outbreak many of these prisoners were picked up by the Guerrillas. When the outbreak first occurred though the prisoners turned the prison into a fortress for a while and got their hands on some good firepower and supplies. Eventually though a horde plowed through the prison. Few venture here now, although there are rumors of very good loot and supplies here, however no one has ventured inside to see if the horde or any of the ruthless prisoners remain.
Zombie Level: ???
Faction Presence: None

59: Abandoned Housing District- A series of a abandoned houses. Usually a place to find survivors who are hiding from the war, or escaped slaves.
Zombie Level: scattered stragglers, tiny clusters
Faction Presence: Occasional Guerrillas, occasional Veterans

62-63: Little Town Acres- Small farmlands. After the outbreak there is little livestock here still however there are lots of crops that survived the years.
Zombie Level: Scattered stragglers, scattered tiny clusters
Faction Presence: None, Occasional Veterans, Occasional Guerrillas

64: Holmdel- A large town. Before the outbreak it was a low income town, with many smaller one floor houses or run down houses. Now it simply serves as grounds for the dead or scavengers. Purists are known to do occasional “purging” parties here, killing the dead or ‘impure’ survivors alike.
Zombie Level: various, usually medium clusters, scattered clusters
Faction presence: None, Occasional Purists

65. West Holmdel Safe Zone: A large Safe Zone that was prepared at the start of the outbreak. While it is large it is very impoverished and holding on by threads. Food is scarce, weapons and ammunition are low, and there is constant threat of the dead and Purists. Many factions would benefit from helping or taking over this Safe Zone, just from the sheer amount of people that would be enlisted/enslaved.
Zombie level: Occasional small horde attacks, scattered stragglers
Faction presence: Neutral

69-71: Abandoned Towns- Like Many other areas in the middle of Arcadia, this town was evacuated, abandoned, or overrun. Now the Dead, Purists, Scouts, and Scavengers circle this area.
Zombie Level: Scattered clusters, Small-Medium Hordes
Faction Presence: None, Occasionally all

SnowStorm42 · Sep 3, 2019

44: Seawells Township- A small safe zone formed by the township that lived there before the outbreak. They don’t want any part of any faction and try to hold their own.
Zombie Level: None
Faction Presence: Neutral

45-47: Wilderness/Arcadia Lake- In the West of Arcadia the Natives reside. They have houses made from what they scavenged in the land. They have various houses and shelters within these 3 sectors however are mainly located between Sector 46 and Sector 47 in an old abandoned manor that serves as their town hall and meeting place. Many sterile animals still wander here. Sector 45 also has a beach house in it. Somewhere in the woods there is also a derailed train.
Zombie Level: Scattered Stragglers, occasional small clusters
Faction Presence: Natives

66: West Beach- This long stretch of beach has many crashed boats, and small lifeguard huts. While there aren’t many buildings there are many crashed boats and freighters that offer good loot. There are also many deer, boar, and rodents that can be hunted for food. There were once reports after the outbreak of a massive horde traveling up the coast, however as time passed the horde seemed to change course and vanish from the area. Small clusters remained
Zombie Level: Scarce stragglers, rare small clusters
Faction presence: None, Frequent Natives

67: Credence Manor- The Credence family used to have a large hand in Arcadia’s existence. They created many buildings, jobs, had many people in office, and also created the prison and tunnel. However after the outbreak most of them perished. The only remainder of their legacy are the tunnel and their Manor in Sector 67. While few ever venture here there are rumors of great amounts of wealth and loot.
Zombie Level: Stragglers, medium clusters, occasional passing horde.
Faction presence: None

83,100,101: Unknown- While there are towns in these sectors they remain unexplored due to many reports of massive hordes.

60: Victory Fields State Park- Before the outbreak this was a wildlife preserve. It’s mostly open fields and then a medium section of forest. There was also a dock for boats. After the outbreak a plane crashed here. It might contain a lot of good loot. The boats that remain from before the outbreak also remain. Many animals still live here, untouched by the virus.
Zombie Level: Stragglers
Faction presence: None

61, 76: Denvers- A large town with many supermarkets, big chain stores, and lots of housing. Sector 61 was where many of the more wealth residents lived, while Sector 76 was a middle class to impoverished area that also had an airport. Denvers has become a common battleground between the Veterans and Guerrillas, especially the northern part of the town. The Veterans have control of part of lower Denvers
Zombie Level: Medium clusters, occasional small - medium hordes
Faction Presence: The Veterans, Occasional Guerrillas

88-92, 102-108: South Denvers/ North Steel City- Sector 88 through 90 are all the southern most parts of Denvers. This is where the Veterans have most of their housing and storage. Sector 92 is a highway blockade that the Veterans control/use as a monitoring station to see if any hordes come from the south or if any factions come from the west, northwest. Sector 92 and 102 house bridges that lead to Northern Steel City where the Veterans have their headquarters and lab. Sector 105 is where the lab is located while the surrounding sectors are Veteran Headquarters.
Zombie Level: Scattered Stragglers, Occasional medium hordes from the south.
Faction Presence: The Veterans

68: Purist Warehouses- This is where the Purists hold ceremonies, rituals, meetings, and initiations as well as feasts. It is their main headquarters.
Zombie Level: Any captured zombies only
Faction presence: Purists

84: Arcadia Sunshine Trailer Park- A trailer park as well as many tiny run down homes, this is where the Purists reside. There are small wooded areas where they can hunt for food, and there are many RVs, trailers, and small houses for them to sleep in.
Zombie Level: None
Faction Presence: Purists

85: Cemetery- A massive cemetery. There are claims of treasure, but in the post outbreak world that holds little value. This area should be avoided as hordes have been known to venture here often, and when there aren’t hordes, Purists usually come here in order to purge or hold rituals
Zombie Level: None, Occasional medium Hordes
Faction presence: Occasional Purists

95: Quarry- The Quarry was a location where the Credence family was digging to try to find any source of natural resources to help Arcadia’s wealth as well as their own pockets. Now the Quarry is abandoned however there are those who think natural resources like fuel can still be abundant here. The only problem is there is a known horde that resides here.
Zombie Level: Medium Horde
Faction Presence: None

Hunter3659 · Sep 3, 2019

The Factions

The Guerrillas

Description: What they possess in a lack of brains or tactics they make up for in extreme strength, numbers, and brutality. They kill without mercy and tactics are simple, crush our enemies until there are none left. Out of those who manage to survive, they are forced into the Guerrillas ranks as either slaves, those who are weak, and soldiers, those who are taken alive and show great strength and resolve. They’re little more then a symbol of barbarians in the new world, but underestimating them will result in your crush skull being amongst the foundation of what they hope to build

Goals: Simply conquer everything they see fit to be theres. They hope to destroy the weak and take over as much as possible.

Weapons: Primarily using heavy ordinance and standard military grade weapons that have been scavenged, the Guerrillas are also extremely talented in hand to hand combat due to there fierce relentlessness and brute strength.

Leader: (The group will be controlled by the admins until an application is approved for the position)

The Natives

Description: Not exactly Native Americans by ethnicity, this group hopes to follow in the path of the very first Americans and instead live off the land and live in peace. This, however, does not mean they are pushovers. They will fight to the last man to protect what they have built and face any and every enemy. They are extremely talented tacticians and can take down opponents in larger numbers through the use of traps and ambushes. To outsiders they are wary and untrustworthy, but will still aid anyone who seeks their help as long as it’s within reason.

Goals: To live in a way that respects the land and their fellow man. They simply wish to conserve the land and protect their territory and people.

Weapons: Not having the same weapon resources as other groups, the natives use single shot rifles, handmade bows, and other hand crafted weaponry like hatchets, knives, and spears.

Leader: (The group will be controlled by the admins until an application is approved for the position)

The Veterans

Description: Holding on to what’s left of the old world. The Veterans are a group formed of former military hoping to preserve and rebuild whats left of the past United States. In their ranks are former well trained soldiers, scientists hoping to cure the epidemic, and any other people who will work there for protection from the outside world. Not very friendly towards people from the outside, the Veterans do little to help others and instead focus on themselves. They are, however, still very strong and when properly motivated can take down opposition with military precision.

Goals: To protect their interests and rebuild the US government, in hopes of making the world like it once was. Pushing for advancements in medicine and working towards a cure to stop the pandemic.

Weapons: Using military assault rifles, combat knives, frag grenades and other similar military hardware. The Veterans keep it simple yet effective, truly the American way.

Leader: (The group will be controlled by the admins until an application is approved for the position)

Allied Resistance Movement

Description: It was only a matter of time before something rose from the ashes and rubble caused by the Guerrillas. Starting as a small group of rebels who had managed to survive the Guerrillas attacks, the survivors banded together to fight back against the brutal savages. As time went on more and more joined their ranks, until finally gaining the numbers to become the Allied Resistance Movement. A band of misfits coming from all walks of life, with the hopes of fighting to give Arcadia back to the people.

Goals: Their short term goals include opposing the Guerrillas in any and every way possible. Long term they hope to create settlements and farming to build structured communities, but wish to shy away from strict government rule. They fight for the people, even though at times their struggle seems futile.

Weapons: Not possessing the man power to obtain large quantities of weapons, members of ARMs are responsible for scavenging the wasteland for their own weapons and ammo. Since it depends on the person, their weapons can range from single shot rifles, assault carbines, shotguns, to anything else your regular doomsday prepper kept in the gun cabinet.

Leader: (The group will be controlled by the admins until an application is approved for the position)

The Purists

Description: This group would be your typical cult type, being fed lies and pumped full of drugs, these wasteland junkies believe they are the only pure and enlightened ones. The result of these beliefs is that they will try to kill every living thing in the wasteland, which they consider purification, and will happily die trying to do it. Blitzed out of their minds on hardcore drugs, they are not a threat to be taken lightly as they will power through gunshot wounds and hits that would kill any normal man.

Goals: To kill all living beings and purify the wasteland of what remains. The making of and consumption of drugs are their main priority, they aren’t the best when it comes to long term planning.

Weapons: They use spiked ball bats, chains, shotguns, submachine guns, and anything else they can get their hands on.

Leader: (The group will be controlled by the admins until an application is approved for the position)

SnowStorm42 · Sep 3, 2019

Rules

1. No godmodding or auto hitting

2. Please no Mary or Gary Sue's

3. This will be gory rp, with adult themes and scenes. That being said. Cursing and gore are more than ok. However with anything sexual please dont type out anything graphic and allude to a fade to black or time skip if it reaches that point

4. Please send all character profiles or major plot ideas or request for faction leader roles to

Hunter3659 or myself. Once we approve you are free to add your character to the character page and begin posting

5. If you get into a scuffle with another player please consult them if any severe actions are going to take place (i.e. kill a character)

6. We are aware we made a big map. This is so that many people can start in different places and we will occasionally have major events take place that being said if your character is moving across the map try not to exceed two sectors (numbers) per post. We want some realism. If your character is at the top of the map at noon dont make them appear all the way south in an hour lol

7. Please warn us if you will not be posting frequently. We get that school and work are a thing as well as social lives. If you aren't going to post for over a week please warn us and whoever you are interacting with. Failure to do so will be met with a warning and then removal if it persists. We just ask for communication

8. That being said we just want a large and fun flowing rp, more rules might be added if necessary but for now enjoy have fun and send in your profiles

ADDITIONALLY: please try to view the character page and faction page (linked by Other) to keep up to date with faction mapping and such

Hunter3659 · Sep 3, 2019

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SnowStorm42 · Sep 3, 2019

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The sun had reached a sort of peak that brought down a disgusting heat. The heat burning down on the corpses that laid still, or moved around brought an unruly stench into the air, only made worse by the summer breeze that carried. Lifeless bodies shifted through the tight streets of Little Town. Their numbers were small but by the stench you'd assume you were walking through a morgue. 'Click Clack Click Clack Click Clack' . The sound of shoes hitting pavement echoed a bit in this dead silent town, that used to be so full of life and energy. Little Town used to be a place where music would blare from block parties, and people would talk to their neighbor's from their windows. Now the streets were silent and no one peered out from the windows of the small homes. The sound continued to echo causing a few lifeless heads to turn with groans and moans.

The worn converse belonged to a red head by the name of Rebecca, who was lightly jogging through the streets of Little Town. Dressed in ripped jeans and a black tank top with more pouched and slings than she probably needed. A chainsaw sat firmly on her back, bobbing ever so slightly with each step she took, and a machete sat in it's sling criss-crossed to the chainsaw. At her side a 9mm sat that she rarely ever used. The chainsaw may have been loud, but the gun pierced the air like a fighter jet, especially in an area like this.

ARMs, or the Allied Resistance Movement, was running low on fuel for their generators as well as ammunition. Being a local to Arcadia before the outbreak Rebecca was among the first sent out to scavenge. The only problem was that as well as she knew the area, she knew she wasn't alone in these trying times, so most stores and houses were probably looted or infested. She was hopeful though. Of course she also had made her regular stop by her old place while in Little Town. Nostalgia was a powerful tool for morale in the post outbreak world.

The red head stopped dead in her tracks when she thought she head noises. Bending her knees to a more crouched walk, she moved to a corner wall, and peered down the street. Rebecca groaned mentally, as two butch guys walked out of a deli. They looked sickly, and skinny, one of them bald, the other with the messiest hair she had ever seen. Tattoos and burns riddled both of them, and they were armed with chains and wrenches. They seemed to be carrying some boxes of shotgun ammo, clearly the clerks before the outbreak.

"What the fuck are Purists doing this far North?" Rebecca whispered to herself. As she watched the two junkies laughing and hollering, she was suddenly hit with a disgusting stench. As she turned her head she heard a loud groan. A corpse collapsed on top of her and she couldn't help but let out a yelp of surprise. Rebecca held the flesh eater at bay, gripping it's neck with one hand, and trying to fiddle her machete out with the other. She could hear the Purists say "What the fuck was that?"

She quickly found the strength to bring the machete out and stab the zombie in the head. Rebecca heard the Purists shouting for her but didn't hesitate or look back but instead got up to her feet immediately and started jogging again. If there was one thing that she feared in the apocalypse it was the cult known as the Purists. The Guerrillas would at least put her to work or use her as a sex toy. The Purists..they would skin her alive and torture her, and that was a death she didn't want. [/div][/div] [div class="tabimg basicstabpic"] [div class="home basicshome"]Devlins[/div] [/div] [/div][/div]

Hunter3659 · Sep 3, 2019

Victor Booth
Location: Westside Sector 53
With: Alone

Vick walked through the narrow apartment buildings and tenements of Little Town. He took a long draw off his cigarette and flipped the top on his pack, he had only three left and would have to look for some more soon. He looked up at the top of the Little Town buildings and saw the beams of light shining out across the rooftops. He was on a journey back from southern Arcadia where he had been doing some scavenging for goods and supplies, but had unfortunately come up pretty short. His usual work consisted of finding weapon and ammo caches, and then selling the information to groups in return for food and medical supplies. It was pretty honest work in regards to the new world and he had just the skills for it. This time, however, he had wasted a trip. He was going to head up to ARMs territory and see if he could find some gun for hire work up there. Get a few hot meals, a few nights in a nice cot, and head on to the next place. It was the life of nothing more then a drifter, but he felt it was a life that fit him pretty well at this point in his life.

Voices broke him out of his train of thought as he walked across the border into sector 51. He looked up to see two skinny junkies standing in front of an old shop, one bald headed like himself, and the other having hair that looked like he stuck his finger in a light socket after rubbing bacon grease in his hair. He looked at the badly done tattoos and the burns all over the two mens bodies, it was clear to him that these were a couple of Purists, truly the best the wasteland had to offer. He took another draw off his cig and looked down the street to a woman who seemed to be struggling with a member of the undead, and he returned his attention to the junkies who had seemed to notice it as well. Questioning whether or not he should get involved, his good nature got the best of him. He put his cigarette between his lips and pulled his lever action off of his shoulder. "God damn, you need to take a page out of your buddy's book and shave that nasty fucking hair off your blistered little head" Vick yelled out to the junkies staring at the woman. He worked the lever on his rifle and loaded a round into the chamber. "Now you boys make your move whenever you like, I'm ready" Vick spoke blowing smoke from his nostrils and grinning with the cigarette between his teeth. The wild haired one lifted the shotgun from his side, Vick brought the rifle to his shoulder quickly and fired a shot. The round from Vick's rifle hit through the junkies left eye and bursted open the back of his head, splattering blood and matter on the shop window. His bald headed and healvily drugged companion ran quickly across the street and took a high swing at Vick with an adjustable wrench, he ducked underneath quickly as the junkie swung again with a back swing. Vick grabbed his arm as he pulled back and began grappling with the wild eyed mad man, the junkies strength matching his own even though the man was much smaller in stature.

SnowStorm42 · Sep 4, 2019

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Hunter3659 [div class=liltitle]Location[/div] ⋮ Sector 51- Little Town [/div][/div] The red head had gotten a few paces away when she heard a voice that seemed to not resemble that of drug addicted cultists. She turned her head back and slowed, realizing she wasn't being followed. A moment's hesitation. Then an echo of a sound rang out, that flooded the air. A piercing shot that would probably alert every corpse in the area. Call it curiosity, but Rebecca turned back and started walking back to the corner where the zombie she had slain laid. She peered around the corner machete in hand. To her surprise one of the Purists from before was now on the ground, lifeless, a hole in his eye socket, brain matter on the ground.

The other junkie was struggling with a newcomer, a grizzly looking bald man, who looked like he was straight out of the military. Whoever this newcomer was, he definitely was an enemy of the Purists. Did he confront them to aid her? Was he a Guerrilla? Rather than question, Rebecca decided that she was going to find out but make sure she was in the position to be asking questions. The man was also struggling so she didn't have time to digest too much. The red head jogged over and swung her machete, lodging it into the back of the Purist's neck. The slash created a slushy noise, followed by a very sloppy sound as it left his neck. The purist immediately dropped.

Rebecca looked at the man before her, who seemed a lot taller and muscular now that she was closer. She wagged her machete at him. "I'd say we are even now, but before the formalities I suggest you follow me. Your antique gun over here made enough noise to stir up the whole neighborhood" Rebecca explained. Whether he followed or not was up to him. It definitely would be a shock for anyone on how casual her approach to a stranger was but right now they she didn't have time. Almost as if on cue, a few stragglers started to emerge out of houses, and out of yards. Quickly Rebecca jogged over to the Purists' dead bodies and grabbed the shotgun shells, concealing them in one of the many pouches on her person.

With that Rebecca looked back at the man and without another word started to cut down an alley between the store the Purists had come from and someone's house. Shifting over to the next street she stopped and checked both directions before moving on to the next walkway between houses. The red head continued this for a bit until a gas station came into view. Without a second thought she made her way into the gas station, checking for the dead along the way, but it seemed pretty clear. most of them were probably going to head toward where the gunshot rang out. Rebecca finally, a bit out of breath decided to sit down and rest, taking the chainsaw off it's sling and placing it on the counter where the register was. [/div][/div] [div class="tabimg basicstabpic"] [div class="home basicshome"]Devlins[/div] [/div] [/div][/div]

Hunter3659 · Sep 4, 2019

Victor Booth
Location: Sector 51
With:

SnowStorm42

Vick tossed the man's lifeless body to the ground as the blood began spraying across the pavement in a bright crimson. He through his rifle over his shoulder and reached into his cigarette pack as the woman spoke to him. He heard her words and was getting ready to light his cigarette and reply to her, but she had already jogged over to the body of the ma he had killed. Holding his lighter up to his mouth he was getting ready to strike it as the woman turned back and looked at him. There eyes met for just an instant and he'd already began wondering who she was, she looked clean and well equipped, hinting that she likely had a place to call home unlike himself. He was getting ready to call out to her and thank her for helping him out, but before he could she bolted down the store's alleyway. "Well damn Red, let me light my damn cig before you start running." he said putting the cigarette on his ear and running after her down the narrow alleyway.

The man was in what he felt was great shape, but this woman gave him a run for his money. She was small in stature but ran extremely quick, and took what felt every possible turn she could find. He was new to this area of Arcadia, but judging by her quickness to get out of there, their junkie friends must've ran in larger groups. He kept her pace the best he could almost losing her a few times but eventually coming to a gas station ahead of them. She ran inside and he followed her. Hoping he hadn't run away from one bad situation into another he took a deep breath, put his hand on the grip of his holstered pistol, and walked through the front door.

The inside of the gas station was picked absolutely clean, not a bag of potato chips or a single soft drink in sight. It was extremely typical, as the years went on it had become harder and harder to find any sort of food or drink in places like this. He looked at the woman and saw that she had laid her chainsaw down on the counter. Seeing she had seemed to place a small bit of trust in him, he let go of the pistol grip and let his hand fall down to his side. "I appreciate the assist back there. That fella looked like he wanted to kill me and eat me more then any zombie I've ever encountered." he said jokingly. "My names Victor Booth, but you can just call me Vick. It's a pleasure to meet another somewhat sane looking human being." he spoke to her stretching out an open hand.

SnowStorm42 · Sep 4, 2019

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Hunter3659 [div class=liltitle]Location[/div] ⋮Sector 51- Little Town Gas Station [/div][/div] As soon as the red head set down the chainsaw her eyes locked to the grunt she had ran into. The fact that he had followed Rebecca all this way and didn't shoot her in the back showed some sort of honesty. There was always the chance that he was a spy trying to get in with ARMs and report back to the Veterans or Guerrillas however she really didn't think that the Veterans cared enough, or that the Guerrillas were smart enough to partake in espionage in the post apocalypse. There was also the fact that it was highly unlikely to find an ARMs member so easily, let alone be able to tell who was one. In this war of factions no one wore colors, or uniforms. The only groups to distinguish themselves were Natives and Purists.

Rebecca was startled a bit when he started to introduce himself. Clearly she had fallen down the rabbit hole in her train of thought. His joke put a smile on her face, but the words that followed tempted Rebecca to no end in terms of comedic prowess. "Mr. Booth. What makes you think I'm sane? Rebecca started, with a very mysterious tone. She started taking a few steps closer to him, machete in hand. "For all you know this is a trap so that I could eat your brains before those Purists did" Rebecca continued as she got closer.

"Grrraaaa" she let out a fake zombie groan before breaking character, laughing, and returning back to her original position. "Rebecca. Devlins. Not that last names matter in this new world...but what brings you to Little Town Vicky? Sight-seeing or a faction send ya?" she asked with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. Her eyes locked on to his, looking for any trace of lying in his answer. She was no Sherlock Holmes but you couldn't bullshit a bullshitter. [/div][/div] [div class="tabimg basicstabpic"] [div class="home basicshome"]Devlins[/div] [/div] [/div][/div]

Hunter3659 · Sep 4, 2019

Victor Booth
Location: Sector 51
With:

SnowStorm42

He looked down at his awkwardly stretched out hand before lifting it up to his ear and pulling the cigarette down off of it. "Hey what can I say I'm a sucker for last names. Reminds me of a time when things weren't so shitty." he said lighting the end of his cigarette and taking a puff from it. He looked up and locked eyes with her as he took the cig from between his lips. "Little town? So thats what the name of this place is." he said looking out the front window of the gas station. He turned back to her and spoke, "I'm...well I guess you could say I'm an independent contractor of sorts. I used to be a part of a group southeast of here called the Veterans, but my ass began to hurt from sitting on it for so long so I just recently left to head North. I'm hoping to meet up with a group called ARMs and get some mercenary work from them."

He puffed on the cigarette again and blew the sweet nicotine filled smoke from his lips. He took his gun from off his shoulder and pulled a round from his belt, loading it into the rifle to account for the one he had fired. He laid it up on the table along with his backpack and began digging through it looking for something. "What about you? I told my story now you tell me yours." he asked the woman pulling a whiskey bottle from his bag. He turned and hopped onto the counter in a sitting position and gave his attention back to the woman, as he unscrewed the top and took a large swig of the cheap scotch.

SnowStorm42 · Sep 4, 2019

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Hunter3659 [div class=liltitle]Location[/div] ⋮ Sector 51- Little Town [/div][/div] The words the man spoke struck a chord with the red head. Times were a lot less shitty. She thought back to the house that she had left only a few hours earlier. Ravaged, tables flipped over, cabinets thrown open, dry blood from ancient times. She couldn't dwell though. It was her in fact who always told her friends dwelling on the past would slow them down, she couldn't be a hypocrite. Not now. She turned her attention as the man started shifting, placing his weapons down and explaining his story.

A former Veteran. Rebecca didn't see why he would be lying, although her heart sank a bit when he mentioned he was seeking ARMs for mercenary work. The decision now rested on her to make sure he was actually alone. Once she confirmed it was just him, the rest of the assessment would be left to the higher ups. She saw no reason to lie for now.

"If we are doing eye for an eye" Rebecca started before stealing the bottle of scotch from Victor and taking a swig herself. A smile painted itself onto her face as she put the bottle down. "I lived in Little Town for a while before the outbreak. I had a group that was pretty firm until Purists killed half of them, and Guerrillas kidnapped the other half. Who knows if they're still alive?" she explained. She trailed off a bit at the end there. What she told him wasn't a lie, but the details were much worse than what she had just given him. She looked at the mercenary once more with a smile.

"And it would seem fortune has brought you to me. I was headed up toward ARMs territory myself to see if I can find safety in their numbers...now that...my friends are gone" she said. She didn't want to reveal that she was ARMs just yet, and as messed up as it was the emotional attachment she had to her slain or kidnapped friends worked like a charm in selling a half truth sometimes. With that though she pulled a water from her pouch, took a sip, before returning it to it's place, and taking her chainsaw back up. "I can lead the way. We would have to go through the old Capitol plaza" she said, ready to move again. [/div][/div] [div class="tabimg basicstabpic"] [div class="home basicshome"]Devlins[/div] [/div] [/div][/div]

Hunter3659 · Sep 6, 2019

Victor Booth
Location: Sector 43
With:

SnowStorm42

"Capital plaza huh?" Vick questioned. He had studied his map earlier and was familiar with the area she was speaking of, it was a very large district but was the last great one before entering into ARMs territory. He picked his bag up off the counter and threw it over his shoulder. "I'm familiar with the route, and if you like we can group up for our little Northern journey. It's always better having someone watch your back." he spoke taking his final draw off the short cigarette, and then flicking it on the gas station floor. He was pleased to have a new travel companion, considering he hadn't had much of a chance to interact with someone who wasn't trying to kill him. He had high hopes, and prayed it wouldn't end up coming back to bite him in the ass. He turned on his heel and headed north to Capital plaza.

The inner city was much nicer then where they had just came from. Wide open sky and open streets were a sharp comparison to the crowded housing and tight alleyways of Little Town. As they walked along the street he looked at all the vehicles and began dwelling in the past, wondering where all of these people could have possibly been going before it all went down. That they were so far from home, and upon finding out must have wished they could go back so badly. There wasn't much need of ever thinking of going back, because forward was the only real option.

Breaking from his thought he turned his head and spoke to the woman, "I'm not sure it's something you'd wanna talk about, but who were you before this? Before the world was so ugly, and the only real worries we had were this months bills." He looked forward at the now extremely close capital building as he awaited the young woman's response.

Grim Wraithe Stjerna · Sep 6, 2019

Jask Shell / Location: Area 52 "Little Town" border on 43 / With: N/A

Jask had been sent to Area 52 on a Long-Range Recon mission to see what ARM and the Guerrillas had been up to lately, to see how bad the infestation was, and to see if there were salvage in quantities worth a recovery patrol. Normally this type of mission would be handled by a squad or platoon, but the higher ups didn't want to draw any real attention to what they were doing. So the former Marine drew the short straw and went on a walk about.

His report would more or less confirm what had been suspected. No supplies in large enough quantities, but the infestation seemed to have dwindled. Making it only marginally safer to travel north. However with the lessening of zombies meant that Purists activity increased. He had circumvented three separate groups on his way north. But that had been almost three days ago, so he was confident they were sporadic raids not coordinated efforts.

The Marine had been making his way south, taking a slightly meandering route, checking for supplies in various museums, governmental offices, and was a bit surprised to hear voices. What surprised him wasn't the fact that here were voices, but that they were coherent. A male and a female. He couldn't make it everything they were saying, but he wanted to find out now. Maybe they were ARM returning from a supply run or other survivors wanting a safe place to live and start over. The MK18 he had slung comfortably over his chest instinctively came to his shoulder as he quietly sunk back into the shadows of a museum. Waiting for the pair to come closer and pass by, if that happened he would follow at a discreet distance. If they somehow spotted his unmoving form, he would present a nonthreatening posture a relatively well armed and healthy individual could in an area where fighting was not uncommon.

SnowStorm42 · Sep 6, 2019

Rebecca Devlins
Location: Sector 43- Capital Plaza/Little Town border

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"Lead on McDuff" Rebecca said to Victor. She was a bit surprised he was familiar with the route. Her theories on espionage started to boil again but she decided that if this gunman had walked around enough he could've definitely gotten news, maps, and information.

Rebecca followed the grunt out of the gas station and they began venturing North. The route was different from the one she had taken the morning before but the sights were familiar ones. Little Town really looked like another planet in comparison to what it used to be before the outbreak. As they walked the tall buildings of Capital Plaza came into view.

Rebecca personally always had qualms with the plaza. It was the perfect place for a sniper ambush. With how many tall buildings there were that were spaced out, and with all the open area between parks and pathways and just grass lawns, it was like begging to get shot. Fortunately there hadn't been cases like that, at least for the scouts and scavengers of ARMs but there was always a chance.

For a while the pair walked in silence, although she was grateful for the company, especially because he had ranged weapons. She hated how much noise guns made but they were safer than having to run up to a gunman with a machete or run away.

Finally the silence broke as he asked who she was before the outbreak. She let out one of those laughs that was just air leaving the body forcefully. "I actually worked in Night City, where the Guerrillas reign now. I was in marketing actually. Cubicle job. 9-5. Very cliche" Rebecca explained. She thought about how silly that old life was, and how she changed since then. She was still laid back but it was scary how easy it was to draw blood, when back then she was afraid of breaking a nail.

A feeling swept over Rebecca as they moved closer toward the Capital Plaza, the congressional building getting taller as they moved. She felt as if they were being watch, however she always felt that way when entering this Sector so she brushed it off before getting her attention back to Victor.

"What about you? Militsry, or do you just naturally look like a grunt?" she asked poking a bit of fun at him. "My pops was actually a military man" she said as they continued.

Hunter3659 · Sep 6, 2019

Victor Booth
Location: Sector 43

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He smiled a bit at the comment. "No I was gonna be a military man, but decisions in my youth caused a bit of a detour for me. I had a high school sweetheart I got pregnant, and due to me not wanting to leave her for the military I stayed home and raised a family. I did go through police training and become a S.W.A.T team member though, down south where I used to live..." he trailed off for a moment as he thought about cotton candy, merry go rounds, and the laugh of a little girl as he put her up on his shoulders. Happier times, simpler ones.

The old grunt shook the thoughts out of his mind and spoke, "I do fit the look of the hard ass grunt though, I've been told that many times before. Never really much for being a dick to people though, when you have the look you usually don't have to worry about putting on the tough guy routine. Honestly, never really suited me much."

His eyes peered up to a large museum that they were getting ready to cross. He looked at the shadows the large granite columns casted against the white building and studied the architecture. His eyes trailed along the top and then slowly down to the front entrance. He squinted his eyes sharply as he thought he had made out the figure of something at the bottom of one of the pillars, but he questioned if it was just his imagination. He wasn't gonna take any chances though. "We have a possible tango at the top of the museum stairs, how you wanna go about handling this?" he asked keeping his eyes straight and all as usual. "Have a look yourself" he said to her as they walked through the line of abandoned cars.

Grim Wraithe Stjerna · Sep 7, 2019

Jask Shell / Location: Sector 43- Capital Plaza/Little Town / With:

Hunter3659

SnowStorm42

The Marine school could hear almost everything that was being said, but it sounded like the pair did not know each other that well. 'So could be a couple of survivors who just met.' He thought. Jask stole a quick glance in their direction, they would pass right in front of the museum. Which meant they might spot him, but that's ok. He was not trying to ambush or kill them.

The guy looked like he could be military, but Jask had heard the part about being former S.W.A.T, so that would mean he would be familiar with building profiles and places of concealment. The women did not look like she had military or police background, but since she had said she had worked in an office that made sense. His right hand gripped the rifle a little tighter, with his thumb resting on the safety/selector switch, ready to flick it off safe if there was trouble. His hand left held the vertical fore grip, lifting some of the weight off the sling, to make the transition to a stable firing position smoother.

"We have a possible tango at the top of the museum stairs, how you wanna go about handling this?"

'Well looks like I may have to meet them after all.' But he would wait and see if they called him out or passed him by. But he was not hopeful about that situation coming to pass. Jask shifted ever so slightly to have more of the shadows obscure his silhouette as much as possible.

SnowStorm42 · Sep 7, 2019

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Grim Wraithe Stjerna [div class=liltitle]Location[/div] ⋮ Sector 43- Capital Plaza [/div][/div] Rebecca listened to Victor's life story, comparing it to her own in some ways. She could tell from how he spoke and how he trailed off that his loved ones probably didn't make it and she knew the feeling of loss all too well. There were times she wondered if she just brought death to those who were around her. That's the type of world they lived in now. People died almost at random with no explanation other than thins were how they were. Back before the outbreak murder was a big thing on the news. Now? If you weren't a murderer, you were dead.

Before Rebecca could give her condolences Victor had changed the topic back to his physique and his gruff look. She couldn't deny at first he was intimidating but with the circumstances that were thrown at them she had to put that judgement aside and trust him. "Got any tips for a scrawny girl like myself? I find that I don't intimidate people without the chainsaw" Rebecca joked. Her joke was cast aside by the fact that Victor allegedly spotted a bogie.

Taking a small glance over at the museum he mentioned she could see what he meant about someone possibly being there however whatever he had seen she might've missed. She didn't want a gunfight. Not here, in the open. Had her fears of a sniper ambush become a reality? She looked over to Vicky before tilting her head over toward the museum for them to push up. Removing her 9mm from it's holster, she hopped over the trunk of a car and crouched down behind another car, keeping low in case someone started shooting.

She made a motion for Victor to keep pushing up while she herself kept low behind the cars, moving in between them to try to get to the far side of the museum stairs. If they were careful they could flank and at least scope out the situation. If it was one person they could interrogate safely and without any hazard. if it was a group... Rebecca was probably gonna drop dead on these steps with a bullet between her eyes. She finally got close enough to the steps where she could rush up to the columns. Putting the 9mm away she booked it up the stairs taking her machete out now, knowing it would be close quarters for her from here, if necessary. She was hoping that violence wouldn't be necessary. "We don't mean harm so long as you don't. But I'm warning you the chainsaw ain't for show!" Rebecca called out, hoping for a peaceful sign. [/div][/div] [div class="tabimg basicstabpic"] [div class="home basicshome"]Devlins[/div] [/div] [/div][/div]

Hunter3659 · Sep 7, 2019

Victor Booth
Location: Sector 43

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Vick nodded and ducked down as he pushed down the street to the area in front of the museum, looking up to where he saw the figure. Taking his lever action in hand as he walked between the long line of abandoned vehicles, he looked ahead to find a spot between a large truck and an SUV. Keeping his eye on the top of the museum steps, he kneeled down between the two vehicles and aimed his rifle as Rebecca slipped into position at the base of the stairs. Keeping his back close to the truck in case the figure wasn't alone and had friends posted on the other side of the street. He'd made it through to much to have his head split open by a sniper behind him.

Vick kept his eye looking down the sight of his rifle in complete concentration. Silence, suspense, and nothing but waiting. Feelings of excitement, dread, and wonder as you sat waiting for something to happen next. He had to admit he had become comfortable with it, as his time with S.W.A.T. had introduced him to the same situation many times before. The moment before one of your guys blasted a 12 gauge through the lock on the door and you stormed in for a breach and clear. Nothing but pure adrenaline coursing through you.

The silence was broken as Rebecca called out to the man, surprising to Vick but effective. He kept quiet as there was no reason for both of them to call out, and held his position behind the SUV. Hoping that whoever this person was, they were friendly towards him and his new companion.

Grim Wraithe Stjerna · Sep 10, 2019

Jask Shell / Location: Sector 43- Capital Plaza/Little Town / With:

Hunter3659

SnowStorm42

Jask watched from the shadows as the two split and took up different positions. What impressed him was not the women's bold choice to rush up the steps, potentially into a deadly situation. Or the males choice of cover behind the engine block of the SUV to provide overwatch and covering fire if needed. No, what impressed him is that the two of them coordinated all of this with really speaking a word. Silent drills were something that could take months of training, even with team mates who were at a high level of training already, to get down as flawlessly as these two had just executed. Perhaps they were not just met survivors, but both with ARM. Or maybe he had misjudged the women and she had some military-like training.

He might just survive this encounter after. As his old Warrant Officer would say. "I don't worry about professional fighters, they're predictable. It's the amateurs that scare the ever-loving shit out of me. They're unpredictable as fuck!" As long as he did not take any overtly aggressive action he would not get shot or have to face a chainsaw in close quarters.

"If it's not for show, then why isn't running?" The Marine called out from the shadows, a smile on his face even if they could not see it. They would be able to hear the friendly nature it conveyed, just how people would hear your smile over the phone. His grip on his rifle relaxed just a touch, lifting his left hand up and out to the side. Waving it in a 'Hello' manner, so that the overwatch could see it as well. "I am armed, but not looking to get shot today," Jask said loud enough for the women to hear. "ONE FRIENDLY COMING OUT." The last part he yelled loud enough for the male to hear, a phrase he was very confident a SWAT officer would be familiar with. It was used by tactical units at all levels as a way to deconflict and not shoot each other. Normally the reply would be 'Come out', letting the other know it was safe, but he did not really expect the reply. So he took a step back from the column and then out to the side to face the women.

As he stepped into the light a very friendly, calm, and non-threatening genuine smile was on face. His rifle was pointed to the ground, even though it was still gripped securely in his hand. "To be upfront, I'm alone." Giving her a wink that did not really mean anything. "So are we good?" But he wanted to see how she would react to the gesture, if she was a all serious all the time or had a sense of humor, or some sort of mix of the two.

Goonfire · Sep 12, 2019

Uriah Sloane | Sector 49, 43 | With

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"No disease spreads faster or further than the ones in our heads.” The old quote about ideas echoed in Uriah's mind as he crossed the border into Sector 43, on his way back home from surveying Sector 49. Although he was dodging the hordes fairly well, he couldn’t help being distracted by memories of his parents. Finally, the scout shook the problematic thoughts from his head and began jogging along, zigzagging through the streets of the old capitol district to avoid the occasional few stragglers. Due to its proximity to several factions’ territories, the area was already rather bare compared to most.

Carried by the wind, a sound most curious reached Uriah’s ears: shouting. It wasn’t the crazed yelling of some crackhead Purist, nor was it the back-and-forth of the average looters or Guerrillas. Peering around the corner, he could see two people by the museum stairs. Since he had no binoculars, the scope of his rifle had to suffice. Shouldering the weapon, he slowly swept from the unfamiliar man and vaguely familiar woman on the stairs, down to a third fellow with a rifle, which he didn’t notice without optics. Ambient light glinted off Uriah’s scope, giving away his position to those with a keen eye. His curiosity kept him there; these people clearly weren’t Guerrillas, given blood hadn’t been drawn yet. The blonde hunkered down and lowered the rifle, which didn’t even have a round chambered. ‘What a small world,’ he thought.

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