Realistic or Modern Is This The End? Post Apocalypse Rp (Open)

[KaiMedia]

Is This The End?​

Fifteen years ago the dead began to rise and feast on the flesh of the living. Within two weeks the virus had spread across nearly 50% of the globe and the world began to plunge itself into chaos. The living quickly became just as dangerous as the infected maybe even more so. Cities caught fire and millions died as everyone left alive turned against each other in the name of survival. World governments tried to unite their people and stop the fighting but they only made things worse. In less than a year any remanence of society before the virus was gone, The word in ash and its people fractured.

Over the next few years as people adjusted to the new way of life groups began laying claim to patches of land in order to try and build a new world and provide for themselves. Many groups were friendly and inviting but one could never be too carful as in this new world the strong loved to prey on the week. Many groups of bandits or raiders whatever you wish to label them formed as well taking what they wanted and killing those who stood in their way.

Now fifteen years later civilization is very much alive secure townships riddle the landscape many have electricity, water systems, and farms. working everyday to have a peaceful productive life in this world. Our story begins in the township of Mississippi Valley. A township nestled in the remains of downtown Burlington Iowa. Mississippi Valley is not a large town but it has proven to be strong and resilient surviving many attack from bandit groups its people have stuck together through many adversities. Bringing nearly all the comforts of the old world back to its people. It is no secret why Bandits want in.




This game will contain Gm'd events that can happen at any time. This is to keep the game from getting stuck in a scene for to long.

I will be getting the RP, Cs, and OOC pages up as soon as I can but in the mean tie feel free to reply to the thread if you are interested. Also feel free to Message me if you have any questions.


Rules
I am pretty loose with things but we do need a couple ground rules and expectations.

All RpNation rules apply
1. please be able to post on average at least twice a week
2. no god mode (you are human you arent perfect you will get hurt)
3. no bullying I expect everyone to treat each other with respect if you cant you will be asked to leave.
4. original characters only
5. no killing other player characters without consent of the player
6. have fun.

 

[KaiMedia]

Date: March 10 2036
Time: 6:30 am
Temp: 5 F

It had thus far been a long and harsh winter for the people of the Mississippi Valley township. The temperature stayed well below freezing the snow just kept coming bringing with it harsh winter winds. A horrible flu swept through the town luckily very few fell to its ravages but their was no doubt that the people were ready for spring.

 

[KaiMedia]

Location: Mess Hall
Interaction(s) : Open
Mood: sleepy but happy

Christopher Ryan Atley

Chris woke with a shiver it was the dead of winter and the cold air outside was not about to let anyone forget that. Chris quickly prepared himself for the day throwing on a seemingly random assortment of clothes some red denim jeans a white long-sleeved shirt a blue flannel and a green wool coat. He quickly brushed his currently pink hair before throwing on boots and heading out the door. Stepping out into the cold winter air and snow he took a moment to adjust to the temperature, Making his way down the street he greeted the familiar faces he passed before making hi way into the mess hall his stomach growling loudly at the scent of food. Grabbing a plate of food he sat pondering what his day may bring.

" ooo maybe I can get them to let me come along on their run today" he spoke quietly to himself remembering the plan for a few of the members of the Valley guard to head towards another township nearby for some trading. Chris enjoyed getting out whenever he could staying in a town surrounded by people while he had grown to enjoy it still felt pretty odd to him.

 

[Vexumin]

Olivia



Cold, that's all this was. Winter was always a hassle for Olivia. Her small, handmade shelter was not always up to snuff when it came to dealing with the harsh temperatures and environment that came and blanketed Mississippi Valley during this time of year. The young woman takes a fistful of cushioning from a torn apart couch cushion and stuffs it into a small and narrow opening to the outside where she felt cold air pouring in from. It halted the cold from invading her sanctuary, but not all of it. At the very least her fire in the center of her home was blazing and warming everything up quite nicely. The smoke drifted up and through the makeshift chimney overhead.

Throwing on a coat really quick and slipping some boots on, Olivia steps towards a hatch along one of the walls, cracking it open and looking out into the cold. Her hands held fast to the handle, keeping it from being torn out of her grip and sending it flying off its hinges... like the last time. She learns quick. After she sunk her covered feet into the snow, she stomps out a short ways before starting to dig. After a moment, she reveals burried meats in the red stained snow. Thankfully they were not too frozen. She only just hunted them after all. She draws her knife from her belt and cut away a slice of meat before retreating back into her place in this world.

Her home was nice, despite the obvious mess it looked like. However, it was a place where she felt safe, and she had some utility for it. She skewers the meat on a small rod before hanging it over the fire. That was going to taste good in a bit. Sure, she could just go and eat with everyone else like a normal citizen of the Valley, but that would have her breaking her code of sorts. It's important to have a way of living and surviving. This world is too harsh for anything but being ready. She could not let herself get soft. Also, while she hated being pessimistic, there was always at least one truth for her. That truth is that every good thing will always eventually threaten to turn into a bad thing eventually. Threats are always looking at the Valley, so she had to be ready.

 

[KaiMedia]

Location: Housing district
Interaction(s) : Vexumin
Mood: Content

Alan James Whittaker

It was a cold winter morning Alan could not wait for spring to come. The yield on crops the previous year was not as good as they had hoped and as such supplies were running lower than they would like not dangerously so but enough to make those in charge uncomfortable. Like every morning Alan spent this one walking the housing district checking in on everyone and ensureing all parimiters were secure.

Before long Alan found himself outside of the makeshift shelter that housed Olivia he smiled for a moment. He always admired her independence and desire to make sure she could care for herself probably partially due to that fact he felt some of that was due to the things he had taught her growing up. He shook his head to pull himself back from thoughts of the past before pulling out a small pallet of water colors he had gotten his hands on a few days ago holding it behind his back he knocked on the makeshift door.

"Hey Olivia... It's Alan I found something I you might like."

 

[MusicalMadness]

Terence rolled over in his pallet before his eyes slowly opened. "Alright" he spoke to himself before getting a chill down his spine. looking over to the fire but all he saw was ash, On notching he would freeze if he didn't get up he decided to get ready to face the day in this new world. He sits up looking around the dimly lit room for his clothes for this harsh, but quite beautiful weather. After a while Terence finally got his warm clothes on before grabbing his weapon and wrapping his arm, and leaving the housing for a quick run.

His clear breath turned white as he inhaled and exhaled. He felt at peace in here, Like after years look at this place. He began to speed up his running.

 

[.sheep.wolf.]

Location: Home/Junkyard
Interactions: Open to anyone in the area
Mood: Sleepy/Happy

Zayk fell off of their loft with a thump and an oof. "What a way to wake up" They muttered, looking around. Their mini house was the result of a tornado that hit about ten years ago. It was one of those metal ship containers that smashed right into a tree. Somehow it landed in such a way that worked. After five years of hard work on the house, it turned out pretty good. The container had come from a junk yard not too far from where they lived. They wrapped up in a thin layer of a white T-shirt and some ripped jeans, before adding a long, black thin winter coat. They threw on a teal beanie, and grabbed their baseball bat and knapsack. It was what they carried around at all times.

They walked down the street, and headed for a little walk. They said hello, stopping for a little small talk. They eventually made it back to their home to see if they can find anything. So after tooling around they decided to go hang out in the junkyard. Usually there was a zombie or two in the junkyard, but it was so easy to kill them. So they situated themselves in a broken car, and rested for a little.​

 

[Vexumin]

Olivia



With her hands close to the fire, Olivia rubbed them together, capturing whatever warmth she could. The meat that was cooking was starting to smell nice and good, the surface sizzling and browning with time. She stares into the fire for some time, just thinking. There was not much conversation to be had at her home. It was nice when there was, but otherwise it was just quiet. When it got this way, she just thought about things. About stories that she'd tell herself. She had a pretty active imagination. That's part of the reason she would paint as well. She'd paint with anything she could get her hands on. Under the snow outside, behind her home, there was a small pile of empty paint cans. All the paint that was inside those can be found either one the outside of her shelter or on the surfaces leading to her home. She made sure not to paint on the homes of others, since that proved to be a problem the last time she did.

After a few more moments, steps broke the silence of her home. She stood quickly, settling herself by the entrance as she draws her knife. She waited for a moment, listening

"Hey Olivia... It's Alan I found something I you might like."

Her brows perk up as she hears the familiar voice calling out to her. The hatch would almost immediately swing open as she leans out the door and close to Alan. She looked up at him, a glimmer in her eyes. She does not smile much, but her eyes tell many tales. One can usually figure out what she is thinking with a single glance into their yellowish depths. In this moment, Alan might be able to tell that she was glad to see him. "It's cold outside. Whatever it is, you can give it to me once you're warm. Come, come," she insisted in her quieter voice, though loud enough to just barely be heard over the whistle of the wind.

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