Realistic or Modern Zombie Apocalypse RP: Casual

[idalie]

INTRODUCTION:
Welcome to the land of sun, sea, beaches, and paradise! BRAZIL! This is partially based off of Dead Island, but mainly because I found it boring how most Zombie Roleplay's are found in the USA (Nothing against it, but let's add a little diversity.)

Now many of you might know Brazil is a boiling pot of cultures, which means you can have any sort of character and it's assured he/she won't be out of place!

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

Rio de Janerio, August 6th, 2014
The busiest time of year for the tourist industry, holidaymakers swarming the beaches with pale skin and disastrous children at every turn. All is normal, till reports of gang violence break out. Tourists are told not to go into the slums, for fear of any attacks.

August 7th, 2014
Ambassadors start warning tourists that the violence is spreading down into the shopping districts and main roads, flights back to Europe and the US are still going ahead.

August 8th, 2014
Flights are cancelled, the CDC begin working in secret after the violence reaches new highs. Reports begin to include the assailants biting people, tearing off flesh and consuming each other. The dead begin to rise.​

August 9th, 2014
Evacuation procedures for tourists begin, however, fail a few hours in. The city is overrun. Decisions whether or not to continue with nuclear attacks are abandoned, as the situation spreads to the rest of the world.

August 10th, 2014
Government and military have fallen.

August 11th, 2014.
Radio silence.
You're on your own.
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INFORMATION

Location: Rio de Janerio, BRAZIL
Date: August 12th, 2014 (5 days after initial public reports)
Weather: Readings average 19°C (66.2°F) at night and up to 26°C (78.8°F) in the afternoon. Clear skies.

[PLEASE READ] RULES:
#1 ALL POSTS must be at least 4-5 lines. If you're on mobile, I accept it might be harder, but I do ask for a certain level of quality to be upheld.
#2 No, you can't have katanas. Or crossbows. Without an ACCEPTABLE backstory.
#3 There shall be a LIMITED space for military and police characters. Most of them will be civilians. I'm sorry but I see too many of these dominated by your typical 'Ex-police or military buddy who has a gun'.
#4 Children under 14 as characters, must be accompanied by a fellow adult character.
#5 LIMITED AMMO, because lets put some realism in this unrealistic situation pls.
#6 Usual RpN rules apply, don't be a wuss, this has blood and swearing. No Godmodding, no being a douche, you get the deal. No killing each other without asking ETC.
#7 Listen to Shakira and let's go murder the living dead.

CHARACTER SHEETS: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/cs-zombie-apocalypse.341124/
OOC: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/ooc-zombie-apocalypse.341123/
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Red_Delta Bellz Fuzz

 

[idalie]

August 12th, 2014, 11:05 AM
It was eerily silent, in the city of Rio de Janerio. It's lively, colourful demeanour dampened by that of death. Fires burnt in the late morning, climbing apartment blocks and consuming vehicles with the occasional explosion of a petrol tank set aflame. Wreckage littered the roads, alongside that of motionless corpses. A few shuffling past with guttural groans and a stench of rotting flesh. Flies buzzing around in the intense heat, feeding off the slippery mush of lacerated organs that had been walked into the pavement.

Military units lay abandoned with failed quarantine areas. Torn signs and lost luggage spilt over tables, with flickering lights and that deep stain of crimson splashed over whitewashed hospital walls. Those who bore the brunt of the massacre.

Across the sandy beaches, towels tumbled in the wind. Umbrellas sagged into the ground as the sea lapped gently at the carcases on the shore. Turning the saltwater red, claiming the dead for itself. There was nothing to suggest survivors in the beginning, apart from the smashed glass of shop fronts and emptied pharmacies. Although the looting only spread the rate of infection as it turned out, leaving those who unwisely joined infected or dead.

However, in the distance, a stereo played on loop, drawing a small crowd of the living dead to peer inside the small market stall. Their features slack, eyes seeming shrunken and misty, whilst covered in obscene wounds that no man nor woman should have been able to survive. Some loosely clutching rags of clothing, caught between their fingers. Others half stripped in struggles.

VICTOR JUÁREZ, Seafront
He darted from alley to alley in an attempt not to be seen by the shuffling creatures who wore the worn faces of family members and neighbours. Dressed in jeans and flattering open shirt, he ducked out into the street to make a run for the other side. Near the beach, he wove between the stalls and shacks, peering in each as he finally found a full vending machine. Pulling the heavy dispenser, he pried the lock off the back of the vending machine using his crowbar - quiet swearing heard under his breath, as a string of Portuguese left his lips. At last, he shrugged his bag off, reaching into the machine to grab the bottled water.

Survival was key when the decomposed corpses of former humans lumbered after you. Jaws snapping, whilst they paced with lack of coordination. Holding the crowbar defensively, Victor panted sharply, catching his breath. Glancing back and forth the small tourist centre, till slowly making his way out, back onto the hot seafront, a light breeze nudging against the perspiration building on his brow, with a deliciously cold feeling.

It wasn't long till he heard the telltale vocal rumbles of a nearby living dead, making a quick passing run as he put a swing into his crowbar and momentarily dazed the creature. Continuing to run on, down the small businesses that had been abandoned in the rush. Pausing as he reached to cradle the crucifix at his collarbone.

With sharp features, he was a face to remember. Strong jaw, a nose one may describe as Italian and big cinnamon eyes that had conned many through his years. Long hair was tied back loosely, with his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a smart, well-muscled chest. As anyone would think, Brazilians preferred comfort to modesty. And clearly, he wasn't fond of being caught up in the apocalypse during a heatwave.

Moving after the parked cars, he began slinking alongside them, oblivious momentarily as he tried the door handles quietly, not wanting to bring attention to himself, especially not from the creatures that roamed about freely. He was perhaps the most notable figure, zipping about from place to place in broad daylight without firing off bullets the moment he saw those gaping mouths and shrunken gums.

It became evident the city wouldn't be practical for survival soon enough, not when the remnants of gangs caught up with each other to dominate not just territories but Kingdoms. A small guy like him had no business running with them.

LUIZA BENÍTEZ, Convenience store
Luiza crouched in the convenience store aisle, her breathing rapid and stolen by panic. Clutching the knife in her hands, whilst shaking against the empty racks. Her life had become a world she didn't recognise, a situation that was never supposed to happen in her lifetime. Alas, there she quaked. Hair brought back into a loose braid of natural curls that cupped her slender features, tickling her plump lips as she wiped those almond eyes. Dressed in a lacy top, and shorts, she crawled through the hall, quietly sniffing. Her hands already stained red, white lace turned crimson.

She heard it. The low, rolling growl that emitted from the animalistic depths of the human vocal chords. Getting up into a crouch, she peered around the corner of the metal shelves, seeing the sparsely haired, rotting male lazily turn - revealing his back. She took it slow, till a high-pitched scream of anger left her mouth, thrusting the blade through the back of the things neck. It struggled and shook, yet, remained standing. She didn't hit high enough. She didn't hit high enough. The knife was lodged in the spine, causing her to stumble back with now the blank, hungering gaze of the dead man lingering on her.

The Brazilian backed away with caution, running between the shelves to haphazardly scramble for a weapon against the male. Her shaking hands knocked off boxes of produce, till the lumbering jog of the rotting man began to catch up. Beginning to run herself, she dived over the counter, searching beneath the checkout with babbling Portuguese prayers and violent tears that dispised the virus - and herself for missing.

At last she found it, a screwdriver. Just as the walking dead reached the minor barrier between them. Eye to eye, her fist jammed the small metal rod into the eye. It twitched, squirming for a moment till it fell, hanging over the tabletop with a knife in the back of its neck. Breathing easier, she finally managed to begin working her previous blade free.

Disgusted and flinching every time bone or muscle cracked.
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Miss Lusamine Fuzz Red_Delta Queen_Liyah HolyMacaroons Bellz Tarot of Death @Annie Leonhardt

 

[Queen_Liyah]

DeeAngelii Bongiovanni, Convenience Store
Tags: idalie
DeeAnglii was beginning to realize that was a bit low on pain killers due to her last run on supplies she got hurt from running away from those "zombies" and scratched up her knee against something sharp and she got cut. Lucky she has a first aid kit in her bag with her at all times, but the only thing she was missing was pain killers for the pain. So she was thinking that maybe she could go to the closest one that was around her.

Once she found one she smiled until she heard the music, music that was going into a loop and she noticed that they were all being attracted to it just watching and listening wondering what that thing was "Stupidi morti", she says in Italian. She slowly started to walk in the convenience store making sure she doesn't attract any attention to herself and she made sure she had her pocket knife in her hand slowly walking in making sure she doesn't step in any glass.

Anglii looked around walking in a pair of white blue shorts and a black tank top with her long straight red hair tied up into a high ponytail with her black combat boots and her black book bag on her back. Once she started to look around most of the food was gone, drinks and everything that was there "Fanculo", she says quietly once she said that she heard something, she turned quickly wondering if it was human or one of those things out there eating people. She slowly walks as she sees one of the zombie's hanging over a table with a clean shot in the side of the head which means it got stabbed in the eye. "Hmm nice shot oh ever did that", she says. She went towards the ally where mostly the drugs would be but there was nothing there. She groans at herself and kicks the shelf making noise and than she have realized what she has done

She saw one of those things come in and it sharply turns her head towards her and Dee had her knife ready to stab her right in between her eyes. The zombie that was running towards her was wearing a pink bikini with her brown hair and bite marks all over her body. Dee sighed and she angrily runs up the her and attacks the girl and stabs her right where she wanted her to get stabbed at. Once she got off of her she turned around and looked at the girl who was behind her unknown of what to do.
English Translations: Stupidi morti=Stupid dead
Fanculo=F*ck
(Vincent will be posted soon I just don't know where to place him yet)​

 

[Miss Lusamine]

Alix Dayne
Day 1 since collapse
Rio De Janeiro
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Sprinting... That's all he seemed to do since the world went to hell. The situation was not looking great, true he had his backpack however the blade his friend had made him was long gone. He had lost it while escaping once the evacuation failed. All he had now to his name was a baseball bat.

He could hear the groaning of the small hoard coming behind him. Taking a sharp corner he thanked god when he spotted a ladder that went up the side of a building. Taking it at a jump, he began to quickly climb to avoid the hands he knew would be grasping to pull him back down. A hand wrapped around his ankle but a swift kick in the face of his attacker put an end to that. Making his way up he reached the top of the building and stopped to take a breather. Finding safety was getting harder as the number of infected was eating "literally" into the remaining survivors.

Taking out a nearly empty bottle of water he finished it off before looking around.

(he had a blade but for the sake of the rules I had it so he lost it)

 

[Red_Delta]

Rosalyn Lane

Hotel Room​

The food was gone, Rosalyn realized as she checked the bag. All she had left were a few packages of freeze dried apricots. If she wanted to live, she would have to find another source for food. It was time to get tough and get going.

Looking to her bag, Rosalyn did a mental check of her supplies. She had enough medical supplies to fill an OR but barely anything else. She didn't even have a real weapon. If she was going outside, she was going to need something. Opening the medical kit, Rosalyn withdrew one of the scalpels. It would have to work, for now.

"You can do this Rose," Rosalyn whispered to herself. Tapping her leg nervously, she steeled herself to leave the safety of the hotel room. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the straps of the hiking backpack and strapped it onto her back. The med kit hung just below the bag, securely fastened with steel clips.

Rosalyn approached the door. She counted to ten before opening the door and stepping into the potentially dangerous hallway. As she made her way to the stairwell, Rosalyn prayed she wouldn't run into any of the dead. The door to the stairwell was feet from her when a groaning shape heaved itself from a nearby doorway. Lashing out with the scalpel, Rosalyn buried the blade in the departed human's head.

"Jesus Christ," Rosalyn swore, pulling back the bladed. She felt tears well in her eyes as she looked at the dead woman in front of her. She knew the woman was dead, she had been dead before Rosalyn had stabbed her. But somewhere in the back of her mind, Rosalyn could hear the words do no harm being repeated over and over. Ignoring the words, Rosalyn pushed the stairwell door open and stepped through.

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[HolyMacaroons]

Eli had witnessed chaos. Had felt death grip him by the throat and try to eat out his entire being. Had witnessed faces of horror and guts that just hung between the undead's teeth. That he could handle, he guessed. It was easier than some of things in the life he had left behind, like Advanced college courses. But it did have his draw backs. Such as having to wear the same clothes for days at a time, never really feeling clean, and having to deal with the constant moaning and groaning of the zombies close by that struck fear into him faster than a pop quiz.
He sat close to the edge of a roof, waiting for things to clear up so he could have a straight shot for a store to maybe get some decent food, maybe some more medical supplies, and some darn sunglasses to keep his eyes from falling out of his head. All he had wanted was a simple vacation. And now here he perched, in a foreign country during an Apocalypse. Just great.
His eyes narrowed as he heard movement from below, but hardly anything a zombie could do or achieve. He glanced over the edge, his eyes wide when he saw a girl creep into the store, and he silently cursed when a zombie went at her after a little too much noise on her part. But he watched as the girl took the zombie down and blinked. Impressive.
A noise on the roof surprises him, shocks him out of his skin so to say. He whirls around, small pocket knife out and about before he could blink, his eyes resting on the form of Alix, surprise making him almost lose his balance. "Who?.." His eyes narrowed. His dark hair was fluffed out and he wasn't wearing much outside of some joggers, a tank top, and his Adidas shoes he had just thrown on in the run out of his house. He was sure he didn't look threatening, but he was positive he could act if needed.
Miss Lusamine

 

[Tarot of Death]

"Poor bastard...couldve lived a better life" Kane looked at a zombie eating away at one of the many corpses lying on the blood stained asphalt. He kicked in it soft snd already decaying head. He could smell the rotten stench of the walking corpse. He looked around at his surroundings. The city turned to the slums in the madder of days. Death and descrution all around. He had seen a small corner store with a body...shot? They were shooting non infected people. The person he walked over to see had no scratches or bites. He looked discumfortaded by it. But he look at the partly clean clothes and ripped them for to a potential bandage for the future. He walked out threw the shatterd glass door. He looked around seeing no sign of anyone.

 

[GoldenHeartedGhoul]

Antonio Caballa, Hotel Rooftop​

Antonio had considered himself lucky the first week of visiting Brazil. He knew enough French and Spanish to get him by with the locals. He'd even managed to sweet-talk his way into working as a on-again off-again cook at the hotel he stood atop of. In hindsight, if he'd known everything was going to be destroyed by the end of the week, he would've packed more food! Cherish the thought.

Antonio gave a loud, dejected sigh as he walked towards the edge of the roof. From here he could gaze on for miles and watch fires burn through Rio De Janeiro. Up there he could see the masses of undead wandering about. Distant noises caught his attention from time to time; be it a gunshot or a dying scream. Even as he listened on to audible carnage, his thoughts found their way back to his initial problem. He was hungry.

Turning his back to the burning city, he made his way back to the maintenance stairs he used to climb up there to begin with. Just inside the stairwell sat the remains of a long since passed hotel janitor. Antonio had made short work of him coming up the stairs. He passed the corpse and descended back down into the hotel. He'd decided he would go check a few rooms. Maybe stop by the hotel kitchen and see if there was anything worth taking.

His grip tightened around the skillet he'd made excellent use of. It was heavy enough to cause some pretty serious damage and small enough to stick in his bag when violence wasn't the answer. While he mulled it over and planned his next move, his footsteps on the metal steps could be heard down the stairwell.

Red_Delta​

 

[idalie]

LUIZA BENÍTEZ, Convenience store
It was a rush of adrenaline that had her hands shake so badly, managing to break her knife free from the spinal cord of the limp corpse. Holding it close to her chest, with wild, staring eyes. And yet she heard another enter - or what she thought to be another one of them. Nonetheless, she didn't go out of her way to investigate but remained crouched behind the counter, hidden. Right beside the deathly features of the half rotting corpse, with flies buzzing around his clotted wounds and thick, coagulated blood. Dark enough to of seemed black. Dripping in thick clumps on the cheap laminated flooring.

Luiza finally got enough courage to stand. Hiccuping slightly. Alas, all that came to view was the red-haired female, viciously dispatching yet another of the living dead. Facing her, the Brazilian wiped across her mascara stained eyes. Breath heavy, yet calmer. "Ei você aí!" She called, tilting her head as she switched to English. "You there, who are you?" She lifted the kitchen knife cautiously, evidently staring at the gun. Yet it made her feel slightly better about being prepared for whatever was to come. "You bitten?" Her big brown eyes peered expectantly.

Standing at 5'6", she was tall enough to seem justifiable as a worthy adversary. On the other hand, her appearance of watery eyes and messy hair didn't seem to make her any more intimidating than a child waving around a butter knife. She'd wish for anything to be back at her desk, writing some god awful article on the latest fashion or dry situations like elderly people complaining about how loud the youth were in neighbourhoods. Anything but standing amongst the carcases of human bodies, that made her physically feel like choking up and emptying her stomach.

This wasn't at all, how she'd thought her life would end up. "Have you seen anyone else? Anyone called Miguel Benítez? Paolo?" She wiped again at her tan skin, a shade darker than caramel. Complimenting those slender cheekbones and pixie-like jaw.

[Translations: Hey, you there!]

Queen_Liyah


VICTOR JUÁREZ, Seafront
It was disgusting, searching through pockets of the dead corpses for car keys. Better than smashing in a window or setting off alarms. In the end, he momentarily abandoned it, sitting against the window of a market stall, bloody crowbar in hand as he pulled a beer from a box of melted ice. Cans floating around in the freezing liquid. Taking a long gulp of the alcohol, he leant back in an outdoor chair. Seemingly relaxed during the end of the world, casually lounging around on the beach with his feet up on a table. Sunglasses pulled over his eyes, crucifix hanging over his collarbone in the cradle of his chest. Your typical sun-drenched Brazilian who wanted nothing more to do with the apocalypse than a clerk of hell.

With his supplies, all readied for the eventuality that the beach would become more active in time, he checked his watch and took another sip of his cold beer. Muttering to himself in Portuguese. "Perfeito." Victor smiled, admiring the dewy beer-can catching the sun with a sparkle of aluminium.

Oh he felt bad, he truly did. Although the grieving gave way to this odd - numbing moment that just let him enjoy the nothingness of distant explosions and the occasional scream. The world was falling around him, crumbling at his very feet, so the least he could do was settle with a perfect drink in the hot morning sun. He couldn't do anything for them. Nothing but survive the oncoming tests that would see humanity become less and less; only the strong would see it through. Only the strong and the wicked. Just as they had in the beginning. Kindness was for later.

[Translation: Perfect]

@OpenToInteraction​

 

[Queen_Liyah]

DeeAnglii Bongiovanni, Convenience Store
Tags: idalie
Dee turned around once she calmly says "Ei você aí!" in Portuguese. Before she could even answer her question the girl with black curly hair with tan skin says in English "You there,who are you?". Anglii saw the way the girl looked at her she looked like the girl was scared holding a kitchen knife in her hand. While stuck in her thoughts the girl once again says "You bitten?".

DeeAnglii shook her head when she asked if she was bitten and she says "My name is DeeAnglii Bongiovanni, but you can call me Anglii, I didn't mean no harm miss?", she was hopping that she would say her name at least to her. She slowly walks up to the girl putting her knife back into her boot with her hands in the air showing no harm to her at all making sure she doesn't just stab her out of it and Anglii says "See no bites i'm all clean".

Before she could see her approval the girl says "Have you seen anyone else? Anyone called Miguel Benítez? Paolo?". She was confused of the name she never heard of it before and she knows it wasn't on her list to kill them or anything. She again shook her head and seeing that she kept wiping her skin she wasn't sure if she was nervous of her doing something to the girl so she just said saying "I don't know any Miguel"

Vincent Vasiliev, Roof Top of Hotel
Tags: Any Interactions
"Seriously? You got to be shitting me", Vincent moans out loud when he realized he forgot his water bottle something in his hotel room. Vincent puts his bag on his back and he takes his knife out and says "This is going to be worse than yesterday". He walks back threw the gray door back down the staircase. He was extra slow an extra careful of what he was doing, he had to slowly take steps door there so he doesn't attract any sound or any of the dead running towards him.

Vince was in one of the hotels that was near the seafront like a couple of blocks away. He was hopping that their was some place he can get maybe some more food and hopping water somewhere for him to find. Once he finally got to his floor she saw that their was 2 zombies walking around not knowing what to do, "Chert poberi" he says in russian. He saw that one of the zombies was a male in swim shorts and a tank top on with black spiky hair and flip flops was near the staircase door so Vince slowly opens the door making sure it doesn't make sounds and once it got near him he quickly grabs it and stabs him right in the eye socket and say he quickly fell.

Since their was only on of them left, Vince just walked right in the hallway quickly taking out the girl in front of room 524. Vince finally got in his room which was 518 and was looking threw it trying to find his water bottle, and once he did he says "I really have to stop leaving shit behind", before he left she turned around an saw a picture of him and his soon to be wife and smiled. Vince took the picture and put it in his bag for memories and he goes back out to the staircase going to the roof and climbing down the ladder and starts to run.

Translation: Chert poberi=Sh*t so much dead​

 

[Tarot of Death]

Kane walked stepping on the occasional limb or organ in the road. He looked around corners and alleyways to see if anything was going to suprise him. Nothing yet had been to a degree of suprising more stenchful and torn but not suprising. He looked around thinking to himself "Lets hope we can find some targets". The thought of zombies walking around disgusted most people, but for kane it just let him get better at shooting. He walked down the road till he suddenly can across a beach with a person (hopefully) standing to the sound of screams of fear and several bombs going of. Kane looked around and threw a small aluminium can at the guys head hoping for a reaction. idalie

 

[Red_Delta]

Rosalyn Lane

Hotel Staircase​

From her position on the stairs, Rosalyn heard someone begin to descend the stairs. She quickly debated her options. She could run down the stairs to get away from the person or zombie who was approaching. Or she could hide behind the door to the third floor and possibly gain an ally. Glancing down the next flight of stairs, she moved to stand behind the nearby door.

Rosalyn breathed heavily, her hand was sweating around the scalpel. She wasn't sure she would be able to kill another zombie. There had to be a cure, there was no way that this pandemic would wipe out the entire population.This wasn't the first time that Rosalyn had tried to convince herself that there was some way to end this apocalypse.

The footsteps were right outside of the door. Rosalyn shoved the door opened and raised the scalpel. Outside the door, was a man wearing a chef's jacket who was completely covered in blood. Rosalyn was about to make a break for it when she noted that the man wasn't a zombie and, rather, human. She lowered the scalpel and addressed the man, "Please tell me you speak English."

GoldenHeartedGhoul

 

[GoldenHeartedGhoul]

Antonio Caballa, Bored out of his mind​

Antonio had made his way down the stairs without conflict. He passed a few brained corpses along the way, but he didn't take a second glance at them. They were tourists, by the way they were dressed. It didn't matter now, nor was he going to trouble himself worrying about it. They were dead, and have been dead long enough that their bodies got up and tried to eat him. They aren't people anymore he told himself. That thought made it easier to put them down. He accepted that this may well be the end of the world... But, as long as he was breathing, he was going to enjoy it.

Pan in hand, he plunked his way down the stairs until he heard distant scuffling, and a door closing. He was wary and by the time he reached the landing where the door closed he was standing at the door frame with a particularly mean looking expression. He was prepared to kill another one of them. He'd gripped the rubber and metal handle of the pan so tight his knuckles were going white. He tensed himself and was about to kick the door in.

Tension was let loose when he soon came face to face with another living person who was in the throes of nearly stabbing him. At first contact he raised his arms to protect his eyes out of reaction alone. When that passed and she started to talk to him, Antonio paused. He didn't say a word for all of three seconds, leaving a dramatic, albeit unnecessary pause linger between them.

He looked down at the woman, his eyebrows furrowed in his resting grimace.

"Room service," he sang in a falsetto voice, rolling his Rs in a cheap imitation of the stereotypical Hispanic maid. He smiled after that, shaking his head. He was relieved, truth be told. Here he was beginning to think he had to crush and destroy his way out of the hotel on his own! Nevertheless, he even went so far to give a waist-high wave. "Yeah, yeah," he said, nodding as he answered Rosalyn's question.

Red_Delta​

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[d1uni5ys24si3o]

Agustin Ortega
Barceló Seafront Resorts​

Inventory
-Full water bottle
-Swiss pocket multi-tools
-Led waterproof flashlight
-Three Pão de Queijo
-Taurus pt-92
-1 Ammo batch

Clothing
Disheveled brand names. White pants with some blood stains on the bottom and a black shirt covered in sea salt.

August 12th, 2014, 11:05 AM
...Rio de Janeiro...

There was no wind, no birds or dogs roaming the streets.
It was empty, void of any form of life.
Even the wind impatiently disappeared into nothingness.
The fires, fuelled by human and animal corpses alike, licked the famished walls of the famed city. He'd never seen anything like this before.

It was hot, reaching as high as 26 degrees celcius with no breeze. The sky was clear, which didn't give any form of shade to any of the remaining living, but at the very least... the

Rio de Janeiro, the once proud and colorful city of Brazil was officially ruled by the dead.

In less than 78 hours, the country lost complete control of this metropole. It's large population rivaling New-York city clearly had no chance at escaping this devil's curse. The last military forces he'd seen flew south, towards the state of Sao Paulo. Yet, he'd heard many talk about the Amazon up north, how there were little humans there and some old camps for the leperds still stood.

The information he'd accumulated over the last five days was... incalculable and ever so confusing.

"Ludwig," Agustin said as he croutched down to strap a small bag on the back of his German sheperd. He managed to scavenge some stuff from tourist rushing out of the private beaches.

"Sunscrean... I don't care about cancer right now..." he thought as he threw the bottle away to replace it with a nice 1 liter bottle of Evian water. He managed to find an unfinished orange with some sand on it. He washed it with a bit of water before seperating the superior, dried up, surface of the orange that still seemed edible... but not very tasty. He stood up as he narrowed his eyes, trying to see ahead. It was a shame, a real shame to see this city run down. One of the tallest buildings a good distance away just crashed to the ground right before his eyes. He could see the mountain of dust rising up as many living dead started heading towards the central area of Rio de Janeiro.

His attention immediately snapped to the side when his dog started running towards a figure not too far away drinking from... some can of some sort. It clearly wasn't a living dead and Agustin... well, he got curious.

He was in what probably was the end of the world and his dog ran towards thus stranger drinking from an aluminium can and well, he kind of needed some kind of human interaction.

" Hey! Excuse me?" He said in portuguese as he started jogging towards whom he would later know as Victor Juarez.

 

[CharlesAngel]

William "Billy," Fisher
Hotel room

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It had been only a day since radio silence had captivated all of Brazil and to Billy's knowledge, possibly the entire world. His parents had been unreadable since his plane landed and any hope of calling them ended when all communications fell. He spent a majority of his time watching society fight or fall outside his hotel window and calculating what his next move could possibly be. He knew he would have to leave the hotel room soon even if just for food or fresh air. He knew running water through out the hotel would not last for long and the thought scared him. As he sat there on his own he thought about how little information he really had of the city and the situation. He only knew what he could see from the window. He decided the best way to figure out the situation was to investigate. He slowly stood up and walked over to the door. He pulled on the one sweatshirt he owned, not knowing if he'd make it back to the hotel room anytime soon. He also didn't know the average temperatures or terrain. He latched the door by the top lock and opened it just enough to look into the hallway. Not seeing anyone, he closed the door the rest of the way and breathed a sigh of relief. The only thought he had was that he was unarmed. He knew the best thing the hotel room had was butter knives. He didn't exactly trust himself walking through the stairwell with only a butter knife, but it was better than nothing. He opened the drawer and picked up the small butter knife and thought of where to go from there. The only way he was leaving the building was if he knew he had means to protect himself. If that meant raiding the restaurant to steal a butcher knife or finding another human with a weapon to help him out, that's what he would do. He opened the door, his entire body trembling as he clutched the butter knife in one of his hands. He reached down and threw his tiny backpack over his shoulder and took his first shaky step outside into the hallway. He hurried to the stairwell and opened the door, quickly hearing what he hoped were the voices of other people, though he wasn't completely sure. He didn't know much about these zombies and how well they blended in, so trusting people was much harder for him. He stood against the wall for a moment, peering in the direction of the voices trying to listen in on the conversation. He needed any clues that the two, or more conversing, were human before he could convince himself to move. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his breathing steady.
Red_Delta GoldenHeartedGhoul

 

[idalie]

LUIZA BENÍTEZ, Convenience store
She seemed more relaxed as the red-haired woman lowered her own knife, opening her arms to illustrate no bites. Although, there was still no word of her brothers. Leaving Luiza slightly crushed at the thought. She let her blade, hang at her side - ready in case it came to face any of the living dead. Wiping her palm across the bottom of her shorts, Lu offered a hand towards her. "Luiza Benítez. It'd be nicer to meet you in other circumstances." The Brazilian remarked, inhaling deeply to hold her breath for a moment of calm. Releasing it, she upturned her features to the ceiling, slowly drawing her gaze down towards the door and shop window.

"Well, Anglii, you sure don't seem like a local." Lui laughed, a light, unsteady sound as she gathered together the scraps of her sanity. Another human was refreshing to see - and to talk to. Without the fear of being eaten or infected. A quiet, resounding normality, in that city filled with screams and fire. Returning around the other side of the counter, she picked up her rucksack, pulling it over her shoulders before moving off towards the door.

"I'm not staying for more of those things to come back. You headed anywhere in particular?" Benítez questioned, her brow arching. "I mean, this place is pretty much wiped out. Looters came in yesterday before the riots turned into - ... well, you know what happened. They took most the pharmacy with them. What were you looking for? I might be able to help."

Queen_Liyah

VICTOR JUÁREZ, Seafront
First thing to happen was a can thrown at his head from a distance, making a resounding clang as it made contact with the back of his skull. "HEY! Pequeña mierda! Vou golpeá-lo mais forte do que sua mãe fez!" He yelled, angry Portuguese falling from his lips in the elegance of a ballroom dance. Flipping the bird in the evident direction to his left. Just before he placed a cigarette between his lips, putting the beer down to momentarily light it, until he could partake in both. However, before he thought he could relax once more, a dog - no less - ran up to the side of the sun lounger. Victor lifting his can up to avoid spilling it, whilst in surprise began to pet the German Shepherd absent-mindedly as a cig hung from the corner of his lips. Reading the small, metal plate of his collar to scratch behind Ludwig's ears.

Alas, he was interrupted again. As if the end of the world wasn't bad enough, people had thrown empty drinks cans at his head, and now seemingly another was jogging towards him. He groaned in annoyance, yet replied in Portuguese. "Yes, yes, what is it? You need a beer? Counselling? Smokes?" Victor cocked his brow, examining the man who came up to him. All well put together, with brands that would've been much beyond the criminals paygrade. Sticking out a hand, he offered a crooked smile. "I suppose you're not going to rob me. You look like you're supposed to be teaching in a private school." Juárez chuckled. "Sit down, please, this ain't going anywhere this view." He inhaled the salt sea air and made himself comfortable.

"Names Victor. Victor Juárez to be exact. Friends call me Jesus, what can I do for you today?" The Brazilian rather casually questioned, considering the end of the world was upon them and the screaming had given away to silence. Broken by the twitter of exotic birds. "Ain't gonna be another carnival after this I'm thinking." He sighed, looking toward Augustin. "You try going out with one of those carnival gals - the glitter might be itchy, but they know how to make it in bed. Hands down."

[Translations: Little Shit! I'm going to hit you harder than your mother did!]

D d1uni5ys24si3o Tarot of Death
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[Tarot of Death]

Kane not being from brazil had no ifea what he said. But the bird was a different thing. Kane trying to see what the poor man in a lounge chair would do of he threw another. So he did harder and it was half filled with left over Corona. He added "Little shit come on move, let me have a live target i dare you!" Kane didnt hate the guy he was bored as the lack of people made him think of the past and the past he hated. It showed more than a beautiful sunset. His face grew to be more of a sad cold scared man then a thick skinned swat operative he seemed to be. His memories of his wife and his home replayed over and over.

 

[idalie]

VICTOR JUÁREZ, Seafront
He finally got up from his sun lounger, the bottle missing and hitting the back of his chair as he grasped his crowbar. "SUCK THIS FUCKIN' DICK YOU DIRTY AMERICAN," Victor yelled, moving his hands extravagantly as Brazilians would when insulting. "YOU WANT A LIVE TARGET, SHOOT YOURSELF. AIN'T GOT NO BUSINESS WITH YOU, AND YOU CAN CRAWL ON YOUR KNEES BACK TO MAMA."
The sun shone down in the early morning, bathing the beach in what was considered light warmth for South America. "YOU WANT TO FUCKING COME HERE? YOU WANT TO FUCKING THREATEN ME, CAN'T FUCKING SPEAK PORTUEGESE YOU IDIOTA!" His features contorted into a snarl. "CAN'T FUCKIN' SPEAK, CAN'T FUCKIN' USE YOUR MANNERS, AY? END OF THE WORLD AND ALL YOU DO IS ACT LIKE SOME STUPID CRIANÇA. NO WONDER AMERICANS DIE, YOU ALL CAN'T HOLD ENOUGH INTELLIGENCE TO STOP YOURSELVES CHOKING ON YOUR OWN SPIT. WANT US TO GET EATEN? HUH? WANT TO FUCKING DIE? ACT LIKE YOU OWN THE PLACE, I'LL SMASH YOUR FUCKING FACE IN."

His rage, grabbed a glass beer bottle, cracking it across the outdoor table to throw it at Kane. The sharp edges exploding at the feet of the male, whilst the Brazilian threw up rude gestures. Glancing toward his newer associate, Victor took the cigarette out of his mouth momentarily, picking up his beer for a long swig. Wiping at his face. "Fucking tourists." He scoffed. "As I was saying, carnival girls are for a real good night out. Shame you can't find that anywhere else." He took another drag of tobacco, yet the shouting had started to draw the dead toward them. He picked up his rucksack, tucking the cans of cold beer into his arms. "Vamos! Amigo." He declared, nodding his head toward through the stalls. "You don't want to be here when they start munching on Uncle fucking Sam over there." He continued to switch in and out of Portuguese and English for the sake of it.

[Translations: Idiot!
Child
Let's go! Friend]​

Tarot of Death D d1uni5ys24si3o

 

[Tarot of Death]

Kane even for a solitude kind of guy enjoyed this mans anger he has seen it before. Seen the hate towards something it is a very beautiful thing to kane. He smiled and walked over with his flat footed walk making loud footsteps as he feet touched the ground. He had some dislike though for victor even if he had a passionate anger. Kane stopped at the back of victor. He smiled at him and said in a calm but seemingly passive agressive tone " That anger you showed me...it is rare let alone people who come to take action to it" kane did not want to make amends with victor but to solely compliment him. Kane did stay though wanting to hear what victor had to say. idalie

 

[idalie]

VICTOR JUÁREZ, Seafront
Standing there, with his arms full of beer, Victor momentarily propped them on a table. Taking his crowbar to smash it into Kane's shins. "Fuck you. American." He remarked again. Gathering up all the alcohol for the second time. Clicking his tongue as he stubbed out the embers of his cigarette. "You touch candles, you get your fingers burned. Welcome to Brazil, now get on a ship and row yourself home." He remarked, glancing back to Augustin. "You, rich kid, whaddya make of this fuck? Eh?" Victor let out a mirthless snort of laughter. Pushing up his sunglasses till they rested on his head.

"I ain't got time for guys like you. Guys like this polite gentleman, who looks like he owns a Gucci shop - I got time for. Alright? Now get out of here. I don't want to look at your fucking face." He sneered.

(Gonna wait for Blue before continuing)

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[Queen_Liyah]

DeeAnglii Bongiovanni, Connivence Store
Tags: idalie
"Luiza Benítez. It'd be nicer to meet you in other circumstances." The girl said or Luiza since she knows her name, she seems nice and when she offered her hand she smiled and went over to shake her hand as well and says "Yea I agree the dead really messed up things around here", Angelii said with a small smile. She noticed that she started to relax a bit and get used to her surroundings and she started to look all over the store and she says "Well, Anglii, you sure don't seem like a local.". That made her chuckle and Anglii says "Yea I was actually on a bussiness trip to open a new school in Brazil and looks like that's not going to happen now since you know".

For Anglii it was actually good for her to talk to another human being than stabbing them with a knife all the time, for once in a while at least she knows that she was forever going to be alone after her boyfriend tried to kill her and she had to kill him before he killed her. While she was to busy in her thoughts Luiza says "I'm not staying for more of those things to come back. You headed anywhere in particular?". She nodded and than Luiza adds "I mean, this place is pretty much wiped out. Looters came in yesterday before the riots turned into - ... well, you know what happened. They took most the pharmacy with them. What were you looking for? I might be able to help.". Anglii shakes her head in disappointment and says in Italian "Perdenti di cazzo". She than realized that Luiza speaks Portuguese and couldn't speck Italian, she than says in English "I was looking for some pain killers because I got a cut on my leg and it hits like hell, that's why I came to the store hoping there was any left"
Translations[F*cking losers]​

 

[Miss Lusamine]

Alix wiped the sweat from his face, this running constantly was not working. At this rate he would end up getting killed, he would need to find somewhere defensable to hole up in until he could figure out a game plan. Looking at the door that led into the building he gave it a few kicks to try and break in, eventually it gave way. A slight puff of dust came out but other than that nothing else. Picking up the bag he headed inside the building (sorry guys on mobile for the weekend)

 

[Little Lozy]

B R U N A

Salt air swept in from the open penthouse balcony, mingling with the stench of death and vomit. Bruna stood in the breeze; her eyes red and puffy, face streaked with mascara, blood and her own sick covering her uniform. From up here it felt like staring down into hell itself, her beloved city being ravaged by the virus. Behind her was its own scene from a dark nightmare. The luxury room was shambled furniture knocked over and broken, glass scattered the blood soaked floor, and two corpses -a man and his mistress- their skulls crushed in and faces beyond recognition.

Bruna could still hear the rush of adrenaline behind her ears and still taste the bile in the back of her throat threatening to come back up. She waited a moment longer for herself to steady before trusting herself to turn around. She did so slowly, her gaze sweeping over the room but flickering up as it crossed over the bodies. Her eyes rested on a phone, she sprinted towards it her hands shaking so hard she nearly dropped it. She fumbled punching in the numbers, but she was met with nothing. Bruna knew they had gone silent, but she had to try she had to find her family. Frustration boiled inside her and a cry of anguish erupted as she threw the phone against the wall scattering it. Bruna sat on the bed her head in her hands. Her head buzzed and a purpose filled her. She had to make it back home, she had to see if her family made it out alive.

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Bruna had rummaged through the penthouse, she grabbed everything that looked useful. She’d taken a designer backpack and shoved a few items down into it. She had taken some clothes from the mistress’ luggage, changing out of her own blood soaked hotel uniform into a bikini, some cut off shorts, a tank top, and athletic shoes. She had grown comfortable now walking past the bodies and even stopped beside them to pick up the object that had caused so much trauma: a thick chunky leg broken off of an armchair. It was covered in blood and bits of something else, Bruna suppressed a gag. She had made her way to the closet and with force, anger and determination she pulled the pole out of the walls it was anchored to. She was armed now, her breath shaking as she opened the door. The small hallway was clear, after all it was a private floor. She began her descend down the stairwell.

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|Current Equipment|
Water, tampons, mini liquor bottles, keys with mini flashlight, mace, stolen keys from maid cart, hand sanitizer, toilet paper, designer backpack, mini soaps and shampoos, some clothes
|Current Weapons|
Bloody Broken Chair Leg
Broken Closet Pole
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[idalie]

LUIZA BENÍTEZ, Convenience store
"A school? Talk about good deeds. I think I knew a colleague who was going to write something on that." She sighed, reminiscing the normality that was the day before yesterday. Where you could walk down the street without being afraid of having your flesh gorged on by hungered creatures, straight out of your nightmares. Listening to Anglii with a pensive expression, tapping on the bottom of her lip as she was enraptured with thought. "There was a pharmacy at the tourist centre, down on the seafront." She remarked brightly, motioning out of the store. "It's a little place, they've only got basic first aid, but I doubt anyone would have bothered to loot it. Most of the crowds were out on the main street, trying to get into the big brands." Lui smiled, beckoning the red-haired female to follow as she cautiously stepped outside the shop.

"So where are you from? If you don't mind me asking. We get hundreds of tourists, but it's always interesting to hear personally where individuals visit from. You can get interesting sorts. Me on the other hand, born and bred here. Family in Nigeria though." The Brazilian continued to ramble, filling in the silence. She didn't want to hear the silence again. Filled with only primal screams, torn from throats as they were chased and dragged. This civil discussion brought her away from the brink of insanity. A rational conversation, not plagued by survival instinct.

Queen_Liyah​

 

[Queen_Liyah]

DeeAnglii Bongiovanii,Outside the Convenience Store
Tags: idalie
"A school? Talk about good deeds. I think I knew a colleague who was going to write something on that.". Anglii smiled when she said that what she was doing from Brazil was a good deed, it was at least one thing she could do for them since the mafia is or was indeed doing drug and weapon trades through them. While thinking about what Luiza said as in doing the school would be a good deed she also says "There was a pharmacy at the tourist centre, down on the seafront.". Her eye lit up once she heard their was another pharmacy near by the seafront and she adds . "It's a little place, they've only got basic first aid, but I doubt anyone would have bothered to loot it. Most of the crowds were out on the main street, trying to get into the big brands.". "Good good, all i really need is pain killers for this cut here". She point down to where she had a piece of cloth wrapped around her leg where she got cut on the way running to the convenience store.

When she saw Luiza smile and started to walk out the store they were both extra careful of course and Anglii followed her going towards the sea front. While walking with her she asks "So where are you from? If you don't mind me asking. We get hundreds of tourists, but it's always interesting to hear personally where individuals visit from. You can get interesting sorts. Me on the other hand, born and bred here. Family in Nigeria though.". Boy does she sound really carious about her but hey since the world went into shit why the hell not right, "I was born in Florence, Italy and full on Italian, I speck many different languages from my father of course and I moved to Los Angeles to expand my father's million dollar company while he was mostly worried about his leadership in the Italian Mafia"., Anglii hadn't really seen anyone around in the past 5 days and she usually has friends to open up to who is all the way in Los Angeles and maybe dead? But she trust the girl enough if she is saving her life for pain killers right?
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