Realistic or Modern Over My Dead Body [Apocalypse]

[CrystalGoblets]

The three sat in the SUV shocked for a moment as the redheaded girl turned and knifed a... Walking corpse in the brain. As she continued onto the next, they shook themselves out of their revere.


"We uh... We should help," Suggested Jocelynn as she tapped her marshmallow roasting stick against the window.


"Right," Agreed Demetra as she rummaged through her backpack and retrieved the letter opener she always carried around. It was a family heirloom, her father had given her for her 12th birthday. Demetra had decided just prior to her birthday that she had wanted to be a journalist, just like him. So, he gave it to her as a symbol of her starting a new period in her life. She carried it with her everywhere. Always. Except the night her father had died...


Jocelynn and Demetra hopped out of the SUV and Jaxson revved it into gear and began plowing down walkers (Gently, mind you. If he returned his father's car with any dents in it it'd be the end of the world... Again). Demetra wielded the letter opener like a dagger.


"I can't believe this is happening... Oh dad... I'm so sorry!" She squealed as she sliced the head of a decomposing elderly woman clean off.


"Hey!" Shouted Jocelynn as she skewered a young businessman with a missing arm.


"I'm Jocelynn, and that girl's Demetra Carina! The guy driving the SUV is my brother, Jaxson. Nice to meet you!" She smiled in the redheads direction.


"Really Lynn? An introduction in the middle of heated battle?" Tsked Demetra half jokingly.


@KaiaWolf

 

[Hoax]

Turning around at the sound of a car approaching yet again, Jun was surprised to see the SUV back, having assumed it had driven off. Apparently it had been filled with young people. No wonder they almost ran her over...


"Uh... Hi." She managed simply in response, a little dazed by their sudden assistance. It didn't last long however, as one of the old Nic-Cage deadies launched itself at her and forced Juniper into action.


Flipping her knife around for easier stabbing, she waited until the stumbler was close enough before kicking for it's leg. Unfortunately, this one seemed to have taken some extra yoga classes, and as it's leg bent sickeningly backwards it jumped forwards and knocked Jun down. There was a momentary struggle, before a hastily stabbed cranium left the corpse as a... Well, corpse.


Rolling the body off of herself, she stood back up and brushed herself off, face set into a disgusted grimace. Thanks to the strangers however, her less-than-friendly entourage was doubly dead.


"Thanks. For this and for not hitting me with your car earlier, I mean." She offered, not really sure what else to say just yet.


@CrystalGoblets

 

[CrystalGoblets]

"Thanks. For this and for not hitting me with your car earlier, y'know." Said the redheaded girl. Jaxson rolled down his window and smiled wolfishly.


"Sorry, it seems to have become a habit as of late," He joked. Demetra looked at the redheaded girl more closely. "You're not injured are you? Do you want a ride? We're on a rescue mission right now, gotta pick someone up from Bismarck and then we're meeting up with this fire fighter by the name of Harper... At least that's what he's called himself on the radio anyway," Demetra shrugged.


"It seems like a better idea than staying on the side of the road here, attracting more... Dead things," Jocelynn said as she wiped blood off her marshmallow roasting stick.


"Don't think I'll be eating off of this ever again," She muttered.


@KaiaWolf

 

[Hoax]

"A rescue mission?" Jun raised an eyebrow, idly wiping her knife off on her thigh before realizing what a bad idea it was. Bloodstains on her one-out-of-two pairs of pants... Ew.


"And nah, no injuries besides a few scrapes and bruises. But a ride would be much appreciated, if you're heading anywhere in the direction of Jamestown." She added hopefully, looking between the three of them. They seemed like a good lot, considering they'd just helped her off a pack of dead people.


"Wait, did you say there was a fire-fighter on the radio? I though all the stations shut down?"


@CrystalGoblets

 

[CrystalGoblets]

"We wouldn't know, sorry. We literally just got out of the forest, we were on a trip around America. We've been camping for the last week here. Had no idea what was going on until we were almost to James town. Maybe the fire fighter's just using one of their radios for communication?" Suggested Demetra.


"Also, yeah we're going to end up heading back through Jamestown to meet the fire fighter fellow I believe. He said he was heading north," Jocelynn shrugged.


@KaiaWolf

 

[Hoax]

"Ohh, I see." Jun nodded, putting her now-clean knife away. "Well if you have room I'd gladly hitch a ride. My family and I got separated, we're supposed to meet there."


Unless they didn't make it. A part of her brain muses, entertaining the unpleasant thought for a moment before she shakes it away. They'll be fine, she was sure of it.


"Name's Juniper, by the way. Forgot to mention it during the mid-battle introductions."


@CrystalGoblets (I hafta sleep, so this'll be my last post for tonight! Feel free to respond, I'll post again in the morning ^^)

 

[CrystalGoblets]

There's a chorus of '"nice to meet yous" as they all climb into the SUV.


"Now we just have to find wherever this person is so we can head back to Jamestown," Said Jaxson. Jocelynn turned the "police scanner" on again.


"Hey sorry for the delay, we had to fight a horde of... Corpses. You said you were near the river?"


@KaiaWolf @Neuton

 

[LostInTime]

"Alright then." Ethan said as he watched the man get out of the truck. "The old fashioned way it is." He shook Timothy's hand, the smile still on his face. "Nice to meet you, Timothy. My name is Ethan." He looked past Tim and into the truck. "I have not been bitten, scratched, or covered in blood. You have nothing to worry about, with me at least. I assume you already checked Jack for signs of sickness." He went silent for a moment, thinking to himself. "Once we get this fuel out of my car, we really need to get moving. I do not want to be out in the middle of nowhere when it becomes dark out."


@XxLuluxX

 

[burninglog]

Jackson slowly woke up, confused at first where he was but then he remembered within moments, brushing aside his sleepy daze. He rubbed his eyes and looked outside to see Tim talking to some stranger who is never seen before. He looked just a little older than Tim and didn't look like one of those crazy survivors in books and shows that wouldn't hesitate to kill another survivor. Jackson stretched as much as he could in the truck but he still felt pretty tired. He opened the passenger door and hopped out, leaving his duffel bag on his seat. "Hiya. Who are..." The sleepy boy yawned before finishing his question, "...you?" Jackson yawned again and rubbed his eyes as each yawn brought little tears to each eye.


@XxLuluxX @LostInTime

 

[XxLuluxX]

"I have to make sure. Can't be picking up infected. Like I said to the kid, it's a little metal box. I'll be damned to wake up with a walker beside me" Timothy crookedly grinned, although turned away to retrieve a gas can and rubber tubing from the back of the pick up. Jackson jumping out with a yawn. "Good to see you awake. Guy over here calls himself Ethan. I checked him over." The fireman called out, walking over to the lawyers car. Wrenching the fuel cap open to thread the rubber tubing through. Sucking on the petrol, he got a mouth of it, spitting it to the side of him to wipe his lips, petrol drawn by the action and siphoned into the can. Whilst waiting he glanced back "Any family down south or up north? Or you just trying to get away?" Tim called, delving into the pick up again for a canteen of water to wash the foul taste of petrol from his mouth.


@burninglog @LostInTime

 

[burninglog]

Jackson nodded as he fought back another yawn. Memories of a really weird guy from his class named Ethan as well sprung into his mind. In fact, the majority of his class referred to that Ethan as 'E.T'. He looked back at Ethan gave a polite smile, sticking out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Ethan. I'm Jackson or just Jack." Jackson looked around curiously to see where the red pickup had taken him.


@XxLuluxX @LostInTime

 

[Solemn Jester]

Striker walked down the road silently, he wasn't sure what road he was to lost in thought to pay much attention. All he knew was that his students were dead he was alone and the word had basically screwed him over once more. He honestly thought that things had changed after he became a teacher. Sure the jobs pay sucked but he enjoyed his work and began to bond with his students. That was until he found them all ripping each other apart at the school.


He had just managed to Regain his senses enough to make it out of there without getting ripped apart himself. In a panic he made his way back home In order to find out what the hell was going on. Of course he got no answers so he decided to pack some supplies and get the hell outta dodge. He had seen enough horror movies to know if he had any chance of survival he needed to get to safety.


"Dead...all dead.... I'm all alone..and their all dead...what the hell am I suppose to do now?" He asked himself as he continued on his path. He hadnt been in Jamestown long but he had become friendly with his neighbors, students, and coworkers rather quickly. Of course that doesn't matter when the world ends. Luckily he had heard a transmission over a police radio and was heading towards what he assumed was north of Jamestown.


His whole world had been destroyed in less than two days! He had no idea where he was going, and he was probably surrounded by the legions of the undead the way his luck seemed to be going."Oh yeah that would be perfect why not just have my old boss come and finish tearing me a new one, but literally this time! That would be just great!" He said loudly as he continued walking.


All of a sudden a groaning noise came from behind him, no not a single groan more like a harmony of them. Almost as if a choir of the dead were coming towards him."Oh you have to be fucking kidding me!" He yelled as a horde of the dead appeared behind him. They were slow but many at least twenty of them.


He quickly ran forward luckily the path ahead was clear. He panted heavily as he made his escape passing abandoned buildings as he did. His vision began to blurr and his lungs began to burn. He finally ran into an alleyway and hide against the wall. He looked back and sighed relieved to see the zombies had lost him.


"Now what to do?" He asked himself as he slid down the wall. He pushed his hand against his head and brushed his hair out of his eyes."Maybe I'll have a better chance if I can find whoever that guy on the radio was?" He concluded as he contemplated his next move. "The only question now is where the hell am I?" He asked himself as he looked around the alleyway he had rushed into.

 

[Hoax]

Climbing into the back of the SUV with the trio, Jun settled in and idly bounced her leg. The radios weren't down yet, so maybe... Maybe she could send her own message out? Maybe her father would hear it?


She let the thought mull around in the back of her mind while they drove, looking out the window. 1... 2... 3... Four corpses wandered around on the side of the road, just far enough away that Juniper couldn't see their faces. Well, what was left of their faces anyway. The redhead just sighed and looked back around the car, listening to Jocelynn radio out for someone.


@CrystalGoblets

 

[opyim]

A rat scurried alongside the wall, keeping against it and momentarily raising it's head after it stopped to sniff the air. It's minature, pink nose twitched with one paw off the ground. It ran back from where it came after briefly being exposed. The farmer rose carefully, he stepped over to the boxes from where it came lightly pressing down his heel to reduce the noise. He leant forward situating one hand on the wall to support himself. Immediately he tore back the empty boxes, least what he first presumed vacant. The rat scampered away though he did not care, he was focused on the contents spilled from the box. Gently he swayed, easily, as if the flag of a great nation. He let out a muffled snicker, faintly smiling without notion. His gaze fixed upon a black and white picture.


It was of him, sat on tank to the far right with fourteen other men casually dressed in plain uniform, which varied amongst each individual. On top the tank were men whom he served faithfully and swore loyal to, he slipped the picture from its frame and delicately held it in his hands.


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It felt creased though soft and flimsy, almost easy to tear. Carefully he turned it over, staring at the date:


FEB. 11, MAR. 17 - APR. 9


Khe Sanh, 1968, Vietnam


Rolling Stones - Gimme Shelter plays.


The rotating chopper blades roared out, the engine boomed as it soared past above the tree canopies whilst the humming of the chopper soothed the tensions that rose between them. A gunner was situate on the left side, his hands held onto the turret.


"Ay' Wayne, strike us' pose!" the photographer signify, smiling as he rose the camera. Wayne turned and grinned.


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"You're a natural!" he laughed, the rest of the men exchanged glances of amusement at one another whilst Wayne shook his head, smirking. A soldier shuffled slightly before leaning forward and announcing,


"Fuck are we doing outside Khe Sahn? These the fucking jungles, not the airstrip," he queried. His friend motioned with his hand as he spoke.


"High value target, some Charlie "lo dit" (asshole) in command of a Vietcong guerilla sub-division, we sent there to eliminate the threat they pose. They're fucking retarded for being exposed though or else we wouldn't be there now." Another soldier leaned forward, then turned facing his friend escalating his voice.


"Shit Jackson, command only tell Marines what the fuck we do when we get there."


There was a momentary silence before Wayne spoke, glancing back from the gun.


"Why the fuck are they preening like a peacock? It's fucking suspicious to me."


The sergeant slumped back, sighing deeply as he checked his rifle.


"Yeah well we'll see when we get there."

 

[opyim]

Wayne, the farmer, sat on a stool fiddling with a spare radio, periodically glancing at the boy then studying the communication device attempting to locate its "On" switch. It wasn't universal, rather it was complicated and annoying to function with and was about to launch it across the room in a suppressed bout of rage when he realized he needed to turn multiple dials at once and pull out the antenna. Was one of those radios. It resound a prolonged white noise that gradually rose in audacity before he revolved the dial, broadcasting on every available frequency that allowed signal. Wayne contemplate his decision before pushing the coded button and raising the radio to his face.


"My is not important, what is important is I'm allowing asylum to anyone northbound on the highway as I have a small farm just off the next exit. There may be a gathering of whatever the fuck you call... them. Though I won't be hesitant to let a small party take refuge if they clear the immediate area and knock on the basement door where myself and another are held up. If you're travelling North, you can't miss a sign that states, "JOHNSON FARM" with the general directions. We have ammunition, food and purified water I'm willing to ration. Caution advised there are dead lingering in the treeline off my acre, be careful and safe journey."


He released the button, ultimately closing the broadcast and tossing the radio on the table as he slumped back in his chair and raised both hands to his face sighing deeply. He glimpsed momentarily at the boy, then closed his eyes and attempt to succumb to an undisturbed slumber.


[is this thread dead or some shit.]

 

[burninglog]

((Dude calm down xD not everyone can no life rpn especially because school, work, and timezones))

 

[LostInTime]

"I understand your concern." He watched as Tim walked back over to the truck. "Well, I was just trying to get away. I have no family, so it does not matter where I go anymore." Ethan said, his smile slowly fading. "The last thing I heard was that the Minot Air Force Base was still operational. Although I have not seen any aircraft in the last few days. It may be a long trip, but I know some people that said they were going to risk going all the way up there." He took his bag and opened it, only to pull out a map. It took him a moment to find a small area that he marked. Pointing at the area, he continued. "I think the best bet at getting through this is going there. Maybe the military still hold the area. Even if they do not, there are probably other areas nearby." He placed the map back in his bag, waiting for a response.


@burninglog @XxLuluxX

 

[burninglog]

Jackson shrugged, ignoring the fact that Ethan had ignored the handshake gesture. "Maybe, I dunno. Unless it has a horde of monsters, it can't hurt that much." He scratched the back of his head.


@XxLuluxX @LostInTime

 

[SeaSkies]

Jax


Jocelynn eventually gave up on the radio, since there was no response.


"Damn" she muttered, sitting back in her seat.


"So," I begin, "wanna tell us about yourself, Jun?" I ask the girl, looking back at her through the rear view mirror.


She is about to begin when the radio crackles to life.


"My is not important, what is important is I'm allowing asylum to anyone northbound on the highway as I have a small farm just off the next exit. There may be a gathering of whatever the fuck you call... them. Though I won't be hesitant to let a small party take refuge if they clear the immediate area and knock on the basement door where myself and another are held up. If you're travelling North, you can't miss a sign that states, "JOHNSON FARM" with the general directions. We have ammunition, food and purified water I'm willing to ration. Caution advised there are dead lingering in the treeline off my acre, be careful and safe journey."


We all look between each other.


"Well, that's not sketchy in the slightest." Jocelynn says.

 

[CrystalGoblets]

Demetra looked out the window.


"Guys! Look, it's the sign for that farm," The others all looked at where Demetra was pointing.


"What about that guy we're supposed to be looking for?" Asked Jaxson.


"Well... He hasn't responded. We don't know the area around here, maybe if we go help that farmer he can help us find who we're looking for?" Suggested Jocelynn. Jaxson shrugged.


"Seems like a good idea. Jun, tell us a little more about yourself on the way," Demetra smiled at her warmly. Jocelynn leaned forward and replied to the farmer.


"Hello, this is Jocelynn. I'm in a black SUV with three other people, we're on our way to your farm to clear out the horde. In return we ask for help in finding someone lost in your area," The radio crackled as we waited for a response.


"Maybe if the guy we're looking for also heard the farmer's message he'll already be there," Jaxson said hopefully. The SUV sped down the road towards Johnson Farm, full of young, hopeful survivors.


@SeaSkies @KaiaWolf @Opium @Neuton

 

[opyim]

Wayne grew impatient, after attempting to sleep twice he was about to knock himself unconscious as an alternative before the radio cackled and express the voice of another survivor.


"Hello, this is Jocelynn. I'm in a black SUV with three other people, we're on our way to your farm to clear out the horde. In return we ask for help in finding someone lost in your area,"


He sat awestruck, staring in a perplexed manner before scrambling forward and snatching the radio, he attempt to message them back following the same procedure as before. His voice was deep and almost gruff, despite sounding like a cannibalistic serial killer his tone was alluring, almost comforting. It was times in need was he managing over himself, composed and calm.


"Jocelynn..." he spoke with a slight sigh, there was a brief silence, "Try back door, is where they are mostly gath- er-... he-... door- bar-" the signal began to falter before it was cut off abruptly. Wayne heard the static and repeatedly called out, "Hello?" before slamming it down on the table and growling,


"FUCK!"


@CrystalGoblets @SeaSkies @KaiaWolf @Neuton

 

[SeaSkies]

Jax--


"try the back door, is where they are mostly gath, her he, door bar." Jocelynn repeats. "Maybe he was laughing at a barn door. Back door barn door. I don't really get it."


"Yeah, I'm Not sure what that means" I say.


"Maybe he's a crack head or something" Jocelynn says.


"Perfect! He's your type!" Jocelynn punches me.


"Hey! Up there!" Ari says as a dirt road meeting the main road appears to our left. A sign painted with "JOHNSON" and an arrow pointing to the road is on our right. I slow down and turn into the lane.


"There's the barn door! Now we just need to find the door on the back!" Jocelynn yells. I pull the car up behind the barn and roll my window down.


"Hello?" I yell our, "anyone out there?"

 

[opyim]

Wayne perceived a muffled slam of a car door, he sprung from his chair instantaneously browsing the room with his eyes. His emotions ran haywire though he contained them well, retrieving a small carton of cigarettes from his inner pocket and unsheathing a zippo lighter. He flick his wrist thus opening the cap and struck a flame, a minor appreciation on warmth gathering around his thumb. He tent the cigarette in his mouth with his left hand as he brought his right that held the zippo closer and lit the tab. Wayne shunt it back and placed both the carton and lighter in his pocket before taking a couple drags. He inhaled deeply without coughing, allowing the smoke to relieve his stress and anxiety before taking cautious steps up the basement door, he wield his Colt 1911 in both hands, pressing himself against the wall.


Lightly, he tapped the door, before he began giving it soft kicks.

 

[Hoax]

Juniper frowned slightly as the SUV approached the farm, hand tightening around her knife. There were shadows everywhere, stumbling figures all over the poor farmer's land. And no wonder, considering the -now that she thought about it- gunshots she'd heard all the way from the road. Maybe the guy just had a hobby? Maybe he had a special gun-to-weed farming technique? Maybe he was a crazy gun-wielding maniac? Only time would tell.


"I think getting to know each other will have to wait," Jun finally answered. "I don't know about you, but this place really doesn't look all that safe... Is that thumping coming from the door?"


@CrystalGoblets @SeaSkies @Opium

 

[CrystalGoblets]

Demetra smacked Jaxson across the back of the head.


"You idiot!" She hissed as a screech came from the forest outside the fence.


"Don't hit me," He pouted and rubbed his head.


"Well then don't yell and attract attention to us," Demetra scolded as she pulled out her letter opener. A corpse came stumbling around the side of the barn.


A soft banging was heard.


"The farmer?" Asked Jaxson.


"Jaxson, go with Jocelynn to find a way into the barn. Me and Jun will stay here and kill as many of these corpses as we can,"


"Be careful," Cautioned Jocelynn as she grabbed Demetra's arm.


[Hey guys I gotta go. I won't be able to roleplay anymore tonight (It's 5:16 pm here lol) and most likely not until tomorrow evening. I don't really care what you do with my character, as long as she doesn't die and her shit doesn't get stolen lol. Have fun roleplaying!)


@SeaSkies @KaiaWolf @Opium