The Secrets of a Deadly Virus (RolePlay)

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It's noon, luckly for Alex there was no chill since it's mid-spring. She tried no to inhale the air, since it was plauged by death and blood. Thankfully the virus wasn't air-born or everyone would drop like flies, not even knowing what was killing them. But people might as well drop like flies, the government was too much of a coward to tell people, give people what they wanted, the truth. Too bad everyone died before they could let it out. At least Alex found the truth.


Alex coughed slightly as she made her way down the corpse covered road. The guy she was with yesterday mentioned that this small town was cleared, he would confirm himself, but turned before they could get here. Alex only came to this town for one reason, and that was for gas. Alex didn't need supplies, she was already on the road before the virus was released. When Alex made it to the center of the small town she stopped. Her army camouflage backpack weighed down on her back. Her hand was near her gun holster on her leg. Alex wasn't about to trust a dead man that the town was clear. Then a small entered her head. 'What if there's survivors...?' she thought. It was a small town, and small town residents seem to last longer then bigger ons. Alex thought of different ways of how to see, then she remembered that she packed a certain object.


Alex dropped her backpack to her fett then started to dig through it. After a couple seconds she found what she was looking for, a blow horn. "If there is zombies, I'll drive them out..." she said aloud softly. 'Here goes nothing...' she thought before holding the air horn above her head and blew it. Alex stopped after a minute, she cupped her outh and yelled, "IS THERE ANY SURVIVORS OUT THERE?!" She really hope someone who had a pulse would come out
 
Karli was meditating. She was praying to her Goddess for help when she heard a loud noise. It was a sound she knew, but couldn't quite place. She concentrated her mind on hearing and smiled. She heard a voice. Someone was out there. "thank you, Goddess" she whispered as she grabbed her backpack and stood up. she walked out onto the street, following the direction she'd heard the voice come from. "hello?" she called. "Hello?"
 
The air smelled of dead carcesses and smoke. LeeLee had gotten used to the disgusting fragrance. Not even the salt from the ocean nearby could trap the essence of the infection. LeeLee glanced down at her stomach which was grumbling, begging to be full. Turth be told she had learned to ignore her body. Her only goal was survival at this point in time. She heard a siren coming from below. In reaction she hurriedly got her to her Ak47 on the edge of the roof, where she spent most of her days. The sight that she saw was a slender woman walking along the streets. She raised her brow carelessly watching as yet another came along. "Up here." She blankly called. More people the more room it left for careless mistakes.


{Sorry its short.}
 
Auby leaned his head up, hitting it on a low metal beam as he pulled his body from a massive pile of cartons and packages that served as a sort of pile-bed. He enjoyed covering himself, hiding, snuggling into a tight, dark, warm corner... But that was irrelevant as the sharp pain coursed through his head, numbing his senses. He held a hand to it to slow down his shakey vision and concentrate. Did he hear a voice? Why, he think he did! Not that Zombies could talk. If they did learn to talk, he wondered what they'd say... "Please stand still, I can't move fast?" "Mind sparing an arm, I haven't eaten in weeks?" He could go on and on. Slumping out of his mass of trash, he scurried over to a counter with an stungun in his hands. Much good it would do against Zombies... still, it gave him security in knowing that he'd at least die having made a Zombie wet itself. He observed through the window pane as a duo of females were sneeking their way to the source of the sound. Other survivors?
 
Matt was walking down the street, a blank and cold look upon his face. He heard someone call out, asking if anyone was out there, then he heard a few replies after that. He continued having his cold poker face, even when an infected shambled out of a dark alleyway, mere feet away from him. He quickly pulled out his .357 Smith & Wesson Magnum and leveled it, blowing the infected's head clean off. He continued walking, not missing a beat, holstering the Magnum. Matt crossed the street, heading towards the source of the voice. He saw movement in a nearby building, which he unholstered his Magnum once more and fired at it, narrowly missing it's head. He aimed again, but stopped, noticing that it was a person, not an infected. He kept his Magnum leveled at the person hiding, however, not trusting it for a second.
 
How had she lived so long? Marie couldn't know. It must have been God. Although she didn't doubt his infinite will, she wished that he would take her away from the world. Marie hated watching this violence... it seemed so senseless and so cruel. If her faith had not been installed so deeply throughout her entire life she might have questioned her faith in God while watching people kill their fellow man while under the influence of some demon or Satan himself.


Marie didn't know or care about the zombies though. She only cared that she had escaped their influence and she had not compromised her rigid stance on using weapons against anyone else. Before she had barricaded herself on the roof to her old apartment complex, Marie had secured several bags worth of junk food and her Bible. That was all she needed. She had even left the appropriate money at the shop she had taken the supplies from because she would have felt relentless guilt for thieving the goods. It didn't matter whether or not the money she had left was stolen or not, that was someone else's sin. She was also concerned that her supplies had rapidly abated since she had trapped herself up here. She didn't know if letting herself starve to death because she was too frightened to confront the hoardes would count as a sin, but Marie didn't wish to consider this dilemma until it needed to be confronted.


The voice came as a mere whisper and she blinked a few times glancing up from her Bible before she wondered if she had imagined the voice calling to her. She waited several moments for another noise but none came and she glanced back down. She knew those possessed could not muster speech as some devil held their tongue, but Marie was not certain she had even heard anything. She only read a few psalms from the book before her before Marie felt a sense of guilt clawing at her. If there was someone then they could need help. She refused to hold any form of weaponry or hurt God's children, but she had a duty to help if someone was in need of it.


With a great reluctance Marie took the wooden planks from the door, she had secured these in the wreckage of a building she had passed and she hauled them up here. She was relieved to make it through the apartment complex without encountering any of the possessed individuals and she let out an involuntary squeak as she exited the apartment and stepped onto the street. She was frightened but her feet led her forward. Marie swallowed deeply, God would protect her from evil. She had faith in him. Marie smiled as she saw movement in the distance. She saw the outline of a figure walking with their back turned towards her. They didn't move like the possessed devil-men who ate flesh. They moved like her. She had found others who had enough faith not to become monsters.


"Hey!" she shouted rushing forward waving her arms wildly. She was normally incredibly shy but her excitement of seeing people who were like her removed the anxieties she usually felt around strangers.
 
Alex sighed mentally as a few people came from there dark hiding places. She shoved the horn back into her backpack and pulled it back onto her back. "Seems like I'm not the only one that can survive...." she whispered to herself, but her voice quickly difted off as she notced two of the girls that came forward were weaponless. Nothing, nada, not even a broom. But then again, they were girls, young ones, and it was a zombie apocalpyse, not everyone could hold their ground. alex waved to the two girls, then held up her hands up infront of her chest. "Don't worry, I'm not infected." She turned her head up to the one of the roof, noticing her weapon. Nodding her head approvingly. "Most common weapon that someone grabs, but still effective." Whenever she got to an abandonded gun shop, the first things that were taken was AK47s, material used for maing a gun was left alone, until Alex got to it. When she was younger, her dad owned a gun shop and showed her how to make guns, very useful.


Another thing that Alex noticed that all the survivors where female, at least the ones that came forward were. Alex knew someone else was hiding in the shadows, no way two unarmed girls and one armed could hold this city. She glanced around quickly, looking for places to where someone would hide. Then she knew for sure someone else was with them.
 
"Jesus H. Christ!" shouted Auby, metal from the counter he was hiding behind having a bullet plunge into it loudly. He shouted once more "Don't shoot, man! I'm human!" To prove this fact, he stood up and waved his arms about frantically. The man who shot at him looked heavily armed and dangerous. Maybe he shouldn't have ducked from out of cover. God, he wished he had, like, some ice cream or pie or something to eat. He was so nervous, he was shaking. His stungun still held tightly in his palm, he stepped from around the counter to greet him.
 
Marie noticed another girl who was as unarmed as her and she glanced over Alex feeling a little wary of the gun she was waving so energetically, but she was pleased nonetheless.


"The Lord has saved you from the Devil-men too!" Marie squealed shrilly as she grinned broadly at those that she saw, "Fellow believers." she added quickly, but her daring had dissolved and the second part was no more than a whisper. Her timidness around new people was beginning to return. She did not understand why Alex had felt the need to tell them that she was uninfected, it was clear to her that Alex was not possessed with the evil. Marie was homeschooled by her parents so she did not know the concept of incubation periods for viruses. Science had held a limited place in life, God explained everything in the world. It was odd that a woman like her could have existed in this age and not in the late 1700s when witch burning was so prevalent.


"My name is Marie... Marie Smith." she forced herself to speak and it nearly hurt her to push the first few words from her mouth. She still grinned idiotically pleased to see people with her faith that she believed that God had saved.
 
Leelee didn't show any emotion or agreement with the gals that walked below. The number one rule for her would be no one would even get to touch her. The average person touches their face three to five times every waking minute. In between we're touching door knobs, food, and water. Nothing was just one bit safe anymore. She placed the safety back onto the gun as she watched the girl that was going on about God. She rather not say anything about her beliefs. She stops believing their was a God after the infection spread so wildly. "Great. We have a God shit noser." Leelee mumured underneath her breath. She carefully made her way down to the street taking one last look around the area. This was the humanity left. When she made it down she still had her hand on her pistol drawing it up quickly to shoot a infected child in a window. You can't kill someone that are already dead. She was just lying their body to rest. "Come on no need for that. If their stupid enough to shoot a uninfected. Their stupid enough to die." She spat coldly to the girl that was holding up the loaded pistol.
 
Matt heard the person scream and put their hands in the air as a sign of being human. However, he noticed that the person held a weapon in their hand. This still caused Matt to feel unease. He trusted no one nowadays, so obviously he wouldn't trust someone who was armed and hiding behind cover. He continued leveling his Magnum at the figure's head, knowing that as soon as he pulled the trigger, the man's head would go flying backwards. But, he decided to give the man a chance. Matt heard other people's voices from the next street, so he had to work fast and get to the other group. Matt edged his way towards the building with the man in it and called out.


"Throw the weapon towards me and slowly step out from cover, keeping your hands raised. Is there anyone else with you? If you lie to me, I'll make sure that the zombies will be having your manhood for dinner." Matt said, trying to sound as intimidating as he could.
 
Karli looked at the girl spewing crap about the lord and the Devil-Man. She sighed and shook her head. She'd met this type before. "I'm Karli" she introduced herself. No point in starting anything right yet. She'd deal with their obviously very different religious views later, if it got tht far. She might not even stay with this group, she;d done just fine on her own so far
 
Driving around Florida not knowing of where else to go? Stupid. Not even stopping by the nearest cities for more supplies? Even stupider. AND to top that off, I got lost driving around this damn city? Hell, bring me a horde of infected so I can go on getting screwed over.. Dante thought to himself, feeling like an idiot. Well, not really THAT much of an idiot. But he could have gotten a map so he wouldn't get lost. As for supplies, he has enough for two days at least. So the only problem he has now is driving around with no directions. There wasn't even a single soul out here, which was strange. This was one of the "Hot Spots".. so where the hell is everybody..? He thought to himself again, as he scans the area while he continues to drive his truck down the street. Florida was supposedly one of the biggest "Hot Spots" like how Seattle was. Something about Seattle made Dante feel grim all of a sudden. Oh yeah, the Epsilon mission.. It went terrible over there, and he was actually hoping that he could find somebody here.


But moments later, as if fate finally decided to tag along this time, he heard a really loud honking noise that definitely sounded like if it was close. As well as hearing a voice calling out for survivors that came right after the honking. Finally, I was beginning to think that I was the only one left alive.. He thought to himself, as he drives up near to where he had heard the person's voice. Once he made it close enough, he honked his truck's horn. It was really loud, loud enough for who ever made that noise to hear him. Dante hoped they can hear him. He then opened his truck's door, and walked a few steps ahead from his truck as he holds his FN SCAR Light weapon. And from a distance, he could see a group of survivors, and hope finally came back to Dante. "HEY!" Dante yelled at them, swinging his arms in the air to get their attention. They were in his line of sight, and so was Dante. So it shouldn't be hard for them to notice that he's a survivor, especially since he's calling out for them. He hopped they weren't any bandits, because then this will mean trouble.
 
OOC: I edited my last post that Alex didn't pull out her gun, i misread a post.





Alex raised an eyebrow to the three girls, but didn't comment. She turned her body when she heard someone yell. It was some guy getting out of his truck, waving his arms. 'There's they guy, there's still someone else in this town...' she thought to herself. Alex waved her hand for the guy to join them. This is what Alex had gotten from the three girls. Two of them believed in god so much that they think it's wrong to defend themselves from zombies and that god is saving them, not that she had a problem with their religion. And that the other girl seemed to have a bitchy attitude, them again she only got that from the zero words she spoke and her body language. That slowly made her regret signaling for survivors, if this is the best she could find... they were already screwed. That's when a gun shot finally was heard in the still air. 'Seems there are others...' she thought optimistically. She tried to remember where the sound originated from. Alex decided to leave behind the three girl and the guy approaching them behind and check it out.


Alex rounded the corrner to find a man aiming his gun at someone slowly comming from behind a cover with a shotgun in his hand. Just what she needed, two guys with their hormones everywhere and holding up guns to one another. "Well as you both can see, no one is infected, so for the sake of everyone, put your guns down." she said this nonchalantly as she put a hand on her hip, leaning to one side. A bad habit she picked up after.... the military.
 
Dante watched as the woman ahead of him waved her arm for Dante to come and join the group. He then quickly got on his truck, and drove closer to where they were. After parking near them, he got out of the car, still holding onto his gun, and walked over to them. He eyed everyone of these women here, noticing that they aren't hostile. Which was good, Dante didn't need to get into a firefight against fellow survivors. Dante then payed attention for any zombies that could be in the area, so he scanned the place. No zombies.. That's good.. He thought to himself. Then he payed his attention to the woman who called the survivors over, and watched two men aim their weapons at each other. Then the girl told them to lower their weapons, which Dante hoped they would. But he then walked over to where she was, and stared at the men there.


"You two, just listen to her. We don't need a ******* massacre here. No need for that.. So just calm yourselves, and put those weapons down. So we can all have a little bit of piece and quiet since there's no zombies around for now.." Dante tried to reason with those two, hoping that they wouldn't go all berserk on each other..
 
If this was really the only people left she was absolutely going to have to head west alone and live far away from anything. She stayed in the doorway closing the door behind herself of course so no one or thing could come up behind her. When the girl started walking off she couldn't help but smirk slightly. It proved that she was going to have another girl in the pack that was ready to take charge, like herself. Even though Leelee wasn't a follower she couldn't help but move from the doorway onto the next street because of the strict voices. She sighed watching the two men pointing the weapons to eachother. She didn't bother speaking about the situation she just wanted to know what was going to happen. Where would all of them go? Build a compound? Get the radio stations working again to try to signal other uninfected? "Well after the boys stop pretending to play cowboys and indians, we can get the game plan together. Anyone have any ideas or is the testosterone levels to high to think right now?" She said steadily. Leelee keep her words quick but clear, she didn't care who she said what to or whos feelings it would run over. If anyone took it the wrong way and decided to open fire, at least she would leave that uncivilized world.
 
The woman who had brought them all together by calling on the megaphone had left and Marie stood where she was for only a moment before she bolted after her. Marie didn't approve of guns by any means, but she was suddenly struck by a sudden and powerful urge to ensure her survival.


It was finally clear to her that she would not be able to survive in the manner she had led. Eventually one of the Devil-men would attack her or she would simply run out of food to scrounge. God had given her these people who had to worship him to not have been possessed and he had allowed them to wield guns. She herself was too wary to use one, but to survive she needed these people no matter how crude and volatile they seemed to her. She trusted God and he knew what he was doing.


Marie smiled rather dimly as she trotted after Alex and she glanced at the fight. They were just riding fear, they probably didn't know that God was testing them and that the ravenous monstrous beings were possessed by demons. It was the only logical explanation of course, what else could it be? Zombies? That was absurd and stupid. It didn't fit with reality. Marie opened her mouth, she wanted to say something calming to them, but her voice only seemed to gain strength when she noticed something stirring down the street.


It didn't move like them, and she had watched their lurching movements long enough from the safety of the roof as she whispered passages from her Bible to recognize it.


"Devil-man!" She shrieked finally finding her voice as she pointed off towards the figure. She had never been this close to one of them and her heart was pounding fiercely. Marie glanced around for her Bible but she had stupidly left it on the roof. There was only one zombie and she was surrounded by people wielding guns, but Marie's logic had seemed to leave her as she watched the creature lurch forward from a distance.
 
Turning to the side, Auby aimed his stungun at the decomposing mass of death tanking its way to them, firing a pair of hook-like prongs into its temple. The small wire-like cords connecting the prongs to the handle surged bright blue as the electricity ran through the creature's body. Smoke emitted from its head and shoulders as it twitched violently but remained... alive, one could say? Regardless, Auby was screaming like a small girl with eyes wide open as he held his thumb pressed down on the button that gave the electricity life, running the battery on it down.
 
OCC: There's not alot of zombies in the town, like I said in my first post. Only a couple here and there.


She grinned at bit as two other survivors, the guy from the truck and the girl with the AK, came running up out of now where yelling at them to put their weapons down. She had assume that they thought one another were zombies and thought each other was a threat, simple misunderstanding in a situation like this. She raised an eyebrow to the girl who screamed 'Devil-Man' to a staggering zombie coming their way, slowly. She was about to take it down with her pistol, but one of the guys holding a shotgun took the liberty of doing so. Alex sighed deeply as she put her hand to her forehead, a headache coming around the corner. After the guy who decided using electricity as a weapon ran his battery out she spoke up. "Was that really necessary for one zombie." she said puting up on finger. If this is what humainty had thrown to her, they were trying to screw with her. She had two girls religious girls who believe using weapons is unholy, a girl that's probably more of a smart-ass then herself, a guy who went crazy with electricity. She mentally sighed at this thought.
 
Karli watched everything with interest. The bible thumper was screaming about Devil Men, there were two guys pointing weapons at each other, then one went crazy with electricity. she crossed her arms after glancing around, making sure there weren't more zombies.Satisfied, she bit her lip and shook her head. "Goddess" she muttered to herself.
 
Well, that went well... Dante thought to himself, as he watched one of the men here use electricity against the zombie. Maybe he could have used that on a different situation.. He thought to himself again, then just shook his head. It was really unwise to waste that, especially now. He then turned around to the woman whom had called for them earlier. A lot of questions was running by his mind now, like 'Where did you come from?' or 'Did you come in as a scout from a safe zone?'. Stuff like that. But then he remembered about the evacuation zones.


There has to be one over here.. I just know it.. He thought to himself again, as he then turns around and analyzes the area again, then turns back to the woman. "So.. Once we all get our shit together from losing our sanity amongst each other, what's our plan?" Dante asked her, but his voice was loud enough for the rest to hear. He wanted them to hear him, in case they had some wise-ass jokes to spill out. Or at least if they had a decent plan to get out of here alive.


"Because there's no way in hell I'm dieing here in this city. And I'm pretty sure you all don't want to, either." He told them, with his hands crossed around his chest.
 
Marie glanced at everyone warily before forcing herself to speak. The world as she known it had changed and perhaps so could she. After all, she had not heard from her parents since they had gone to Haiti to help build houses and educate the locals on God a couple of months ago. Times were crazy, the phone lines no longer worked so Marie pretended that they were trying to reach her. Her other friend in the world, her priest, she had seen get his throat torn out before she fled. She bit her lip trying not to think about that moment. She regretted leaving him, but there was no way he could survive and she panicked. Less than an hour later she had frantically gathered up her supplies and barricaded herself on the roof of her old apartment.


None of that mattered. The point she was struggling to make within herself was that she didn't want to die. If she was going to live, she had to be with someone who could not only hold a weapon, but use it. If they weren't possessed it was clearly alright. To stay with the group, she likely had to speak to them. Marie definately wanted to trust them and that involved opening herself up to people who she hadn't grown up with.


"I don't... I d-don't want to die." she answered meekly sidling up to Dante, "We need m-medicine and water those are the most important things. Nothing else really matters.." Marie wanted to add that she wanted her Bible and she struggled not to say it. She didn't know much about survival, but her parents had talked about their mission in Haiti. The first thing that they would do before building churches or school was to work on getting a clean water supply for the people. She wished she had gone with them.
 
Alex was surprised when the man from the truck spoke up about what the plan was. She was about to say something till one of religious girls spoke up, Alex mentally scoffed at what she said they needed. 'medicine and water.' that wasn't what you needed to survive, neither was guns or weapons either. "And were you playing on eating medicine as a subsitute for food? I don't mean to be rude about it, but medicine is not what we need." And Alex wasn't really trying to be rude about it, but it was true. Yes they would need medicine if someone got cut, burned, sick, but not for the XT-Virus., which is their main concern at the moment. Suddenly she remembered why she had came into this deserted town. Alex began walking away from the group, stopping and turning her head to the side she spoke nonchalantly. "I came into this town with a plan to survive. Your choice if you want to come with me," After she finished saying this, Alex continued to walk. She guessed that the two religious girls would go with whoever they thought would protect them, and for everyon else... she would have to wait and see.
 
Karli watched the girl who seemed to want to take charge walk away. she deliberated for a moment, then started after her. The Goddess had brought her here for a reason, it was a safe bet that reason wasn't just to watch her only chance for help walk away. Her biggest concern, possib;y bigger than the zombies, was that these people might all be bible thumpers who would turn on her for her beliefs. She didn't care what they chose to believe, or not believe. As long as they left her alone with her beliefs. Not turn into some kind of lynch mob. She shuddered inwardly, but continued after the woman. She didn't seem the type. "Goddess, I hope you know what you're doing...." she muttered quietly. But if the Goddess had intended her to die, she was sure it wouldn't be at the hand of her fellow humans.
 
Auby dropped the stun gun, the battery of which was now depleted completely. Looking from person to person during the conversation, he mentally thought all of this was great: people, now. He hadn't seen people since... well, it's been a long time. As the girls and that truck driver guy walked past them, Auby childishly joined the small herd of people, mingling in so as to not be in the back. To be in the back of the group would be the worste spot. It's the least protected. The center was safest. Besides, he wished to interact, choosing to pipe up "So, uhh... how about names, guys... people... yes... perhaps..." he mumbled comically while giving Fonzie "finger-gun" gestures at everybody. He'd try to avoid the guy who shot at him, hopefully... Maybe it was just Auby, but being shot doesn't sound like something he'd actively seek out. Just a guess.
 
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