A Hallowed World

[Beaurmont]

Short description-


Year 2048, 15 years after the first sight of infection. Months have been forgotten, now time is more or less told by the seasons. Civilization has officially fallen when the last protected city by the government went dark in France. That was year 2042. Now it's every man for themselves, no government protection, no higher powers. It's back to the basics, just in a different time. Human settlements have spread throughout the world, but just how long can they last before being overrun by those they used to call fellow human beings?


Multiple races-(Not ethnicity)


Human


Human/animal Hybrid called Yemen


The Forgotten- Humans who had characteristics like that of zombies, however they still have their minds in-tact. Some have turned feral, some still mingle in what's left of society.


Area setting: What used to be Berlin. Main settings, frequenting the city.


Undead/creatures:


Undead- I'm sure you could guess what they look like.


Lacideion-

*(Will be adding more in as we go on)

Berlin

England

Moscow


Do 5 pushups before doing this RP.


Love Monty for he is amazing.


Destroy the Earth.

 

[albin0fox]

Sharp, wide eyes observed their surroundings as the sun glared over the crumbling ruins of Berlin, and the spindly feline wandered further towards the shiny objects.


A gentile breeze wove lazily between the dangling shards of mirror, clinking pottery and a multitude of bleached human skulls that marked the entrance of the crude, but rather well made dwelling. several salt dried corpses impaled on pikes were arranged into something of a foreboding graveyard , but did little to discourage the prowling little animal from approaching.


-Click- the cat froze for a moment, startled by the odd metallic sound. But when its eyes locked on the glimmer of a metal barrel, some forty feet away, it was too late.


-BANG!!- the tiny, but loud explosion of the offending pistol resonated through the otherwise silent miles of the broken city, and two thin, but shapely lips smirked from the shade of what was once the Berlin wall, now arranged into a makeshift fortress.


The pistol dangled in the womans hand, propped up on her knee as she leaned her head back, and lifted a cigarette to her upturned lips. Dinner was served.

 

[Beaurmont]

The wind brought a icy chill to ones bones. The city was as quiet as a cemetery, no one spoke, but you could almost hear faint sobbing everywhere. It could drive you mad, as if the city itself was weeping over the death of it's inhabitants. Mother Earth has begun to return, taking back what it used to own. Better yet, recollecting what it had always owned. Large plants have exploded out of the cracks in pavement, giving homes for tiny creatures of the wild. Berlin used to be a city filled with people and culture, now reduced to rubble and corpses. At least this dump can bring me profit. A rather short man began walking through the old city streets, scavenging for anything of value. He wore an advanced gas-mask on his face, and a large cloak, shrouding his body. Suddenly a gunshot was heard, reverberating throughout the city. Shit, the undead will hear that too....

 

[albin0fox]

The woman stood up to her full height of 5' 11", commies crunching against the grass as she picked up the dead creature by its tail, ignoring the distant snarls of the kuru's as she called them, after the disease that had started this whole thing over thirty years ago. Squeezing through the long, narrow doorway was as difficult as ever with her large stature and ...assets. But she had designed it that way, as the only entrance to her home. Very few of the undead would manage to get through such a space. They lacked the intelligence.


The inside was enormous. It had taken her weeks of painful, exhausting and dangerous hard labor to build this makeshift bunker of steel and concrete. It looked more like a pile of junk than anything, street signs and train rails were welded together to frame the rubble that made up her walls.


It was ugly. It was crude.


But it was safe. There were three drilled holes for every square yard to allow for air and light,


. At night she would stopper all but the openings above her fire to provide ventilation for when she cooked, and keep the firelight from attracting the kurus.


they took a monthly cleaning, as she had covered the outside with live vegetation, which sometimes grew in to block the holes. a few had small gutters leading to a barrel in the corner to collect and boil rainwater.


She allowed herself a chuckle as she set the cat on the take and removed her dragon sniper from the wall, loading it up. smoke curled from her lips as she exhaled. Those fools had assumed she was just some crazy apocalyptic defeatist. Touched in the head after her brush with death at Jerusalem during ww3.


but who was still alive?


She tied her dark blonde hair back and stomped out the last of the cigarette, making a mental note to go pick more of her tobacco at the old community garden later on, before sliding back out and climbing up to the perch in the tree.


Her heart rate was steady as her hands, and the gun was placed in the notch she had cut in the tree branch just in time to see the first of many.


She peered through the scope and took the shot, straight through the forehead. The rush was instantaneous, and her grin grew by several molars.


She was MADE for this.

 

[Beaurmont]

The sound of another gunshot quickened his pace, someone else was in this city. Just who would be crazy enough to step into this hell hole? The choice of words he used stopped the man in his tracks. A light muffled chuckle came from the masked man. Oh yeah. Hehehe. He began his walk again, taking long strides. Moans from around the area began to reach a height of loud that he was NOT comfortable with. If enough of them make noise, even more will be attracted. Not beneficial to business at all. Damnit all, I've been waiting bloody weeks for this place to thin in numburs. Now they're all gonna run back. When he turned a corner to the nearby subway station the man was greeted by several undead, aimlessly walking in circles. Yer fuckin' kidding me. Rather than deal with them he turned away and ran in to opposite direction. I suppose I can leave through the eastern subway, but it'll take an hour longer to get back. He clenched his fist, with a bitter taste in his mouth. Whoever's shooting better have a bloody good reason. You don't waste ammo on a few stragglers.





He cut through an alleyway trying to find his way to the subway on the eastern side of the city. If he can't get underground before nightfall he's going to have a lot of complications, the worst not even concerning the undead nightmare.

 

[albin0fox]

By the time the local hoard is taken care of, the woman was in a right state, grinning like the devil himself as she swung down from the tree, slid into her hovel, and came back out with a kalashnikov and enough rounds to supply a platoon. She wasted no time, spooned a hand in one of the many rotten blood filled trenches around her camp and smeared it over her face like warpaint before taking off towards the east side subway where she'd heerded them last week for a moment just like this, so she could relish in the slaughter, but suffer a challenge.


She was almost glad she was alone in the city. Nobody to save. Nobody to mourn.

 

[Beaurmont]

The man walked along the path he had memorized, having knowledge of your area will save ones life. Darkness began to crept in around him, the sun was beginning to set. Moans around him grew louder and by the intensity of it, they were growing in numbers. He went from a light run to a full sprint. This was bad for business. After a few minutes of running at full sprint he saw the subway in sight, he would be home free. *Click* Click* *Click* The faint sound emanated from the subway, stopping the man in his tracks, frozen in fear. This...no...you can't be serious. One of those here? He withdrew his favorite gun, the SA-80, and held it close. If he was correct...he'd need it. *click* click* *click* The sound kept getting closer, aimed the sight at the subway, preparing himself the possible death he was about to receive.

 

[albin0fox]

Her boots threw up the remnants of last nights rain as she leapt over the entry gate of the vaugher St entrance, a mad grin splitting her muck painted face. It had allowed her to run through the smaller groups and stragglers undisturbed, yes. But it wouldn't help her here. The groans grew louder as she approached, slowing down and crouching behind her trusty cola machine.


It was the only one still running in fifty miles, and as tradition, shed pull out a celebratory drink when she'd cleared the hoard.


She took a heavy breath and steadied her hands and lit a smoke, holding it between her teeth. She had all the time in the world....


Click click click-


Her eyes went wide for only a split second before narrowing with irritation. one of the bastards had devolved...a carrier...a blob of pulsating liquid virus just waiting to explode.


"ficht mei." She cursed and pulled a banana from her pocket, tying it over her nose and mouth. She could handle avoiding it in close proximity. But if the thing decided to self destruct and anything made it in her mouth...like it had her brother...


The thought was enough to make her see red. And she charged out, gun blazing, lungs shoving a cackle from her throat as she ran into the fray, pistol in one hand, her kalashnikov in the other. She was rolling, ducking and diving the hungry mouths and greedy grasping fingers before skidding to a halt on the other side, smoke billowing from her toothy grin.


This was true paradise right here. The rush, the noise, the sink of death and sweat and burning gunfire.


The battlefield was her heaven... and her hell.

 

[Beaurmont]

Moans basically erupted from the subway as the sound of screaming and bullets basically piled over. Just who in their right mind would be down there with one of those infective bastards? The man turned around again, if their is some crazy ass person below, he didn't really want to meet them. As he turned a few undead slowly walked their way out of the shadows. "Tsk." I don't need to be wastin' bloody ammo. The longer he stood there, the more that would pour out from the shadows, moaning like you wouldn't believe. If one didn't know of the undead, one might think the world had turned into a giant porn video. The moanin's getting on my nerves. Reluctantly the masked man began walking down into the subway, his gun drawn and ready to shook anything that moved.

 

[albin0fox]

Half, down. Half to go. And she was out of ammo for the kalashnikov. With a growl she threw it aside, cursing her bullet wasting habits and pulled out a second pistol, slapping in a mag and firing as she ran up a small pile of bodies and leaped over the approaching carrier, rolling into the light of the only other nearby entrance, not noticing the human shadow on the stairs.


My one of my cknuckles are blistered from the heat of my rapid fire from where I lay on my back, killing off the nearest before jackknifing to my feet and charging in again.

 

[Beaurmont]

When the man had reached the bottom of the subway a rather strange sight was seen before him. Bodies lay everywhere, filled with bullet holes, still steaming. The subway was shrouded in shadows, making it hard to see all that around him. A glint of light caught his eye as shots were fired at more undead. He pointed his gun in the direction but kept silent, the person wielding the gun could have been dangerous. No matter how hard he tried the person was impossible to see. He looked around himself, ensuring he was safe, as safe as he could be, and moved closer to the person quietly. They were firing bullets of rapidly and stabbing anything that got close. The masked man felt fear, not from the undead, not from the corpses that were laid ragged across the subway, not from the skill of his new-found potential ally, but from they're demeanor. The way they grinned while killing them, how they acted as if this was some sort of game. Just who is this...I...

 

[albin0fox]

'Ten to go.'


It was the base mantra of her rushing thoughts. The kill count. '9'. Bullet to the head will ricochet through the skull twice at this distance. 8. Elbow to its rotten nose before stabbing the eye. 5. Double head shot, the first from point blank. In the front, out the back and into the next kuru.


4...


The red in her eyes faded as her lungs finally realized that they had been starved, legs and arms nearly trembling from the sweet delicious rush of adrenalin. She straightened up and slicked her fallen bangs back before lifting a smoke to her lips and lighting it, ignoring the last three, which were currently lumbering forward, the slowest of the bunch.


As if they were no true concern, she lazily lifted a Luger from her belt, and humming the tune of "another one bites the dust" firing the gun three times.


The woman smirked, opened the front if three coke machine like a fridge, and pulled out two drinks.


"vy do you still hide?"she spoke aloud for the first time, altering the man that she knew he was there. She could just picture the horrified expression on the mans face. she first heard his breathing, his steps in the undertones of growling when she had fallen, sliding during the short ...exercise.


What she did had made a few yanks sick to their stomachs, when thus had all begun. Not that she cared...much. It had been rather humerus. "I don't bite....vell asst least not as hard as they do. " she chuckled.

 

[Beaurmont]

"vy do you still hide?" A somewhat feminine voice asked, lighting a puff. She stood in the darkness, next to the coke machine, grinning. "I don't bite....vell asst least not as hard as they do. " she chuckled. The woman's accent was thick, it was easily noticeable. The masked man sat in shadows of his own, though he was unsure if he was even 'hidden'. (Teehee, inside joke.) "Bloody hell miss...are you trying to get us both killed? Damn munchers are filling this area like a moth to a flame. You obviousl' didn't need help, but did you really need to gun down these-" He paused when one tried to bite his arm, punching it in the face with the butt of his gun. "Nuisances."

 

[albin0fox]

"vhy else vould I herd zem here?" she tossed the coke in his direction and took a few steps forward to gaze, at the potential hoard of stragglers with a cocky stride. Not too bad. "to entertain myself ov course."

 

[Beaurmont]

(Totally thought you literally tossed 'come' in my direction. xD my god.) The masked man grabbed the airborne coke, watching the woman slowly step out of the shadows. He eyed her curiously before turning around and noticing the oncoming horde. You gotta be shittin' meh. The woman smiled with glee at her prey. "to entertain myself ov course." He rolled his eyes and placed the coke in his bag, wouldn't be bad to drink later. The man checked his gun quickly, ensuring it wasn't jammed and pointed it at the undead. Smiling under his gas-mask. "I concur love."

 

[albin0fox]

"vell I'm tventy ahead ov you" she grinned and tossed a knife at the closest. She wondered if she might have to set up her spare cot for this ...little man. "can you keep up, herr mask?"

 

[Beaurmont]

She tossed a blade at one of the bastards, taking it down like it was a simple game. My, my, aren't you quite frightening? He raised his hand, showing a thumbs up. The masked man reached onto the belt at his hip and felt around a few pouches before finding what he needed. The undead crept closer, moaning annoyingly. This ought to shut yer traps. He pulled out the pin and tossed the grenade in the undead's direction."Might want to plug yer ears love."

 

[albin0fox]

She nonchalantly covered her ears, watching the blinding explosion out of the corner of her eyes. "now doing zen noise making?" she swung around the corner and shot three of the smelly bastards in succession. "zey are only going to svarm closer ze more ve kill. I ave a place not far. If you vish to stay for ze naght out of zis hell." She offered

 

[Beaurmont]

"A place? You mean in the city?" He asked a bit confused, firing a few shots into the crowd. He didn't exactly have plan, especially since the undead will fill the bloody subway now. "Suppose I don't 'ave a choice now. Lead the way when ready love."

 

[albin0fox]

"right zen. Follow me, leettle man." She dashed back into the subway, towards the way she first came in, capping the only Kuru close enough to pose a threat. "and I am not exactly living in za city."

 

[Beaurmont]

He fired a few more rounds, bringing down about three zoms before turning to follow the woman. Let's hope wherever it is won't get us killed. "If not in the city, where do you sleep at?" The masked man jogging up next to her.

 

[albin0fox]

She hopped the nearby fence with a less than graceful ease, a more military smoothness governing her movement. "ze old Vall of Berlin." She shot another off to the side, then another, before stepping up the pace. "try to avoid shooting zem after ve reach ze end of zis street, ja?"

 

[Beaurmont]

The masked man attempted to jump the fence as well, but had some difficulty. His short stature gave him a rather unfortunate disadvantage when trying to scale heights. "Ah god damn-" He jumped back a few feet a kicked the fence down with a heavy stop, releasing a loud heavy grunt. "Ay, I can avoid doing that. Hopefully they won't bunch up and bar the way." He proudly walked through the now bent fence and hurriedly followed the misses.

 

[albin0fox]

The woman was rather impressed with the mans show of unusual strength, and smiled thoughtfully to herself as she broke into a sprint, deeming it a subject worthy of future conversation.


Sure enough the kuru thinned out enough so that no real effort was required to keep them off. The stragglers were always slow.


It was not long before the graveyard of impaled zombies was in clear sight amongst the trees and rubble

 

[Beaurmont]

As the masked man finally caught up to the woman, she looked back, grinned, and then broke into a full blown sprint. Woah, woah, woah! Wait for me damnit! He tripped slightly a bit surprised by went into a full sprint to try and keep up. Zombie moaning began to lessen slightly, making his head not throb uncontrollably. "Don't you go gettin' cocky love!" He yelled, nearly next to his ally. Just as he was about to feel victorious a graveyard of impaled corpses caught his eye, slowing him down in speed. "Tha fuck is this?"