Realistic or Modern Eat My Brains, I Dare You! || A Zombie Apocalypse RP

[Ravenpaw]

APPROXIMATELY 1 WEEK UNTIL DOOMSDAY SETS IN...








Dr. Fargo West​

At this point, for most people, TXU-13 was just a small thing in the backgrounds of their lives, something that they were sure would go away quickly. But for Dr. Fargo West, it was much more serious. He was a senior physician at Olive Hill Medical Center, which meant that he could really see just how serious this sickness was. Infected people started pouring into the hospital faster and faster. They would become violent, and try to harm the doctors. They had to restrain them to keep them from killing half the staff. It was an absolute nightmare. Fargo had warned the mayor of the town, Phillip Welch, that he needed to tell the people of Olive Hill how serious it was.

"Sir, if this spreads to other parts of the world, God knows what could happen!"

"Dr. West, it won't make things any better if we panic our people."

"You haven't seen what it does to people! We can't hide this from the entirety of Olive Hill!"

"There's no reason to frighten this town before we know what we're dealing with! And that's final!"

And Fargo couldn't do a thing about it. He didn't have the authority to do so.
The next day, Fargo was sitting at his house, and he saw that in the local newspaper, the mayor assured everybody that TXU-13 was under control and that they shouldn't worry about it. Reading it made heat and anger build up in his chest, and his fist clenched. His husband Jacob walked up to him.

"What's wrong? You look angry," he said, sitting down beside him on the couch. Fargo pointed to the article about TXU-13. Jacob sighed. "I know. Welch isn't the best mayor. But there's nothing we can do but do our jobs. Try to help the people infected. Try to find a cure," Jacob gave Fargo a little pat on the back. "And if things do get out of hand, we'll have each other, right? It's gonna be okay."

1 WEEK LATER​

"C'mon, Fargo! We've gotta go! They're everywhere! We've been told to evacuate!" Jacob grabbed Fargo by the arm and rushed towards the exit.

"Wait! Wait, please wait!" the manager of the hospital, Jeffrey Harris, who's eyes were filled with tears, jumped in front of the two. "You can't leave Olive Hill! All the senior staff must stay to try to find a cure. I don't want to as much as you. But we must. For the sake of the world," the two terrified men nodded, Dr. Harris turned to Jacob. "Dr. Brown, you aren't part of the senior staff. You've been ordered to evacuate with the rest of the staff and the rest of the town." Jacob shook his head.

"I'm not going anywhere without Fargo. We either evacuate together or we stay together,"

"No. Go, Jacob. I want you to be safe. There's no reason to stay in this hellish place if you don't have to. So please," Fargo looked meaningfully into his eyes, "please go." Tears welling in his eyes, Jacob hugged Fargo tightly and they went out the door running in opposite directions.

The infected people were breaking through the door that separated them from the hall where the exit to the hospital was. The town was quarantined before the day ended. Those who escaped were lucky. Those who didn't...
God help them.

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

ASHER DAWN​

The day that everything went to Hell began peacefully. Indeed, the week as a whole had been chaotic - stress, mainly, with the added concern of some new virus going around - but for Asher it was one of those days where you just wake up feeling good. He'd departed from the log cabin on the edge of the woods that he shared with his elderly father early in the morning, just after dawn, and headed out on a hike. The crisp fall air carried no sense of foreboding, no warning of what was to come. Perhaps if it had, perhaps if there had been some unsettling feeling in the air, perhaps if some voice in his mind had whispered gently that things were not right, then perhaps, just perhaps he wouldn't be where he was now.

And yet, here he was.

Asher had stayed in the woods all day, returning in the late afternoon. It was the stench that had first alerted him - the smell of death, heavy in the air. Next had been the screams, emanating from the hospital. He hadn't seen a single zombie, but he knew something was horribly wrong, so wrong that he had ran the last mile home and bolted the door, then ransacked the kitchen for items that would come in handy: a knife, a raincoat (the sky was looking appropriately gray), and some water. Then he'd made his way into the living room, where his father was laying in his hospital bed. Or was supposed to be.

He was gone. (Which was impossible; the man could hardly move, hadn't been since he was diagnosed with cancer three years ago. The doctors claimed that it was treatable, but he'd refused to even give it a shot, his will to live having been stripped after the loss of his wife.)

That was what had caused him to pack a sleeping bag and several days worth of food, and leave the cabin behind.

Now, he was approaching the hospital with a pair of binoculars, trying to get a better look at what was going on. Looking back, he hadn't really thought things through, acting impulsively in pure panic that had now dissolved into a worried ache for his father. From speaking to a few equally confused people, and observing the hospital for a few hours, he'd come to the conclusion that what was happening right now was connected to the news reports that had been flooding the radio all week about TXU. And also, that it was too late for him to escape.

Asher could only pray that someone had been kind enough to take his father across the borderline of Olive Hill before that time came earlier in the afternoon.

"This is fucking crazy," he whispered.]

 

[Skyfire647]

Concord stood in front of the mirror. She hadn't felt so anxious since she first left her home. Since the outbreaks she had had a feeling that things were worse then everyone made them out to be. She stared at herself in the mirror, her grey eyes filled with tears, not from sadness, but from fear and anxiety. She had been doing great, Concord hadn't had a panic attack since she moved away from her parents, hadn't felt depressed. This whole situation was making her paranoid.

She breathed and glanced at the clock, 3:00 am. Concord sighed. How would she live in a world that was falling apart if she couldn't even get a descant amount of sleep? She sat up, feeling disoriented. Concord got out of her bed, knowing that the hope for sleep was merely a dream.

The day of the full on outbreak seemed normal to her, her home in Olive Hill was seemingly quiet. There was no sound from the TV that Concord tended to leave on to help her sleep. She walked through the house, feeling an eerie sense of things, but she put it off, thinking she was just being paranoid, as perusal.

She walked down the hallway, searching for her daughter. Concord checked her room, but the small child was not there. She began to worry, heat spread up her neck as worry settled in. She ravaged the house searching for Leana. Concord was about to have a nervous breakdown and call the police until she found Leana sleeping soundly in the broom closet. Concord looked at the small child sleeping more peacefully than ever. She picked her up and brought her to the couch. She sat herself and the small figure on the couch, holding the child's head close.

When Concord flicked on the news she saw that all hell had broken loose. It seemed that people were being attacked and some killed by the infected people. She quickly flicked it off and locked her doors, windows, and sheds. She collected thing she thought she would need and stuffed the items into a bag. She searched for her gun and loaded it, her anxiety was building, but she refused to let herself panic.

"Hey, honey, wake up," Concord shook Leana awake.

The small child stirred and woke, she looked at her mother with worry, "What is it, Mama?" Leana's sweet eyes make Concord melt.

"Come on, get dressed and put on a jacket, okay?" She smiled weakly.

Concord checked her phone, the time had passed by quickly, it was now almost 8:00. She ran to her daughter's room. Leana sat quietly on her bed, holding a stuffed elephant close to her. Concord motioned for her to follow and the small girl stood up and grabbed hold of her mothers hand.

Concord lead her child up the the roof of their house. She took out her phone and used the camera as a telescope, zooming in on people who looked wrong. There where people scattering the ground below, only they seemed off, almost as if they weren't really alive.

She watched, the ground below her. Being in the middle of town was a nightmare. It was convenient during normal times. Being close to the the rest of civilization made it easier to run errands, but now, now being in the middle of civilization was surely going to mean death.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Concord wondered. Could this be the end for her and her child?

 

[foxeyes]

Sebastian​

Sebastian hadn't paid the news enough attention. By the time, the streets were riddled with people who had absolutely lost their minds, he had been trying to board up his windows and beg his dog to stop barking because they needed to be quiet.

"Bailey, shh, shh." He cupped her face in his hands, giving her a few scratches before clamping her muzzle shut, even as she struggled against him. "Please." He could already hear them banging against his windows, at his door. He closed his eyes and cursed, then prayed. He'd grabbed his gun from his safe earlier, and he felt the reassuring weight of it in its holster as he crouched there in the middle of his living room.

Bailey whined and pulled away, her ears pinned back. He was an athlete, strong and mostly in his prime, but a German Shepard with her mind set on something was nothing to mess around with. He loosened his grip on her muzzle and she pulled free. He chased after her with a silent curse and stumbled, trying to catch her by her tail as she hopped up on the front door and started to snarl and bark. Oh, Bailey...

Then, without warning, the glass on his poorly boarded windows shattered and he had no choice but to draw his weapon. Though he'd been to a shooting range, he wasn't very good at it, and the thought of having to kill someone...even if they were trying to kill him? He didn't know if he could.

Bailey yelped and he took his eyes off the people crawling through the window in order to see his door swing open and his dog to start biting the intruders.

He gasped sharply and turned his gun on them, emptying the clip. They still surged forward, though a bit slower, and he was forced the back up in fear.

"Bailey!" He whistled for her, but she kept her jaws clamped on one of their arms. They were trying to claw her off of them.

Right. He needed to be brave. He jumped into the fray and grabbed his dog by the collar, pushing the infected person away by the face and successfully separating the two. But he ended up getting swarmed. He dropped his gun, which wasn't loaded anyways, and fell against the hardwood floor. He hit his head with a harsh smack and his vision went out. In that time, one of the infected had gotten hold of him and, oh no-

Bailey snarled and lept at them, sinking her jaws in once again. Sebastian tried to crawl away, and even as he did so, he started to cry. Bailey...

His eyes snapped open and he immediately reached for his knife, clutching it to his chest and breathing rapidly. It took him a while to calm down and the chilly air made it hard to want to crawl out of his sleeping bag. He did finally lean up and grab for the collar that he usually slept with bundled around his fist. He stared at the rough leather for a second before looking around at the room he was in. Another room, different from the last one and different from the one before that. Would life ever stop being in a state of constant change, from the mass scale to that of a simple room?

 

[trystan]

KHAI WOODS
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"...What else am I supposed to do?" Her voice wavering, unsteady from tears. "He's never gone for this long something must've happened." The room is dead silent besides his mother's pacing. Khai's eyes continue tracing her footsteps around the room, unsure of how to respond.

Since the initial news of TXU, his family remained inside their home. The walls surrounding them acting as a blindfold from the outside they'd been trying hard to ignore. The mayor claimed everything was under control, so they chose to pretend. Simply because they didn't want to believe things were going wrong. Khai's grandparents lived in Olive Hill, and they're the main reason his family was even in the area. His grandmother was sick, possibly showing signs of having the virus. As updates about the virus got worse, they finally had plans to move to a safer area. His father was supposed to get his grandparents while he and his mom grabbed essentials to leave with.

However, his dad never came back, and they didn't have much time to wait for him. One look at the muted TV on the wall was enough to tell.

"We can't just leave him" Her pacing stops, and her head falls into her hands. The sound of her footsteps is now replaced with soft sobs. She had been talking about following after him.

"We'll wait for a little longer, but you can't go out unprotected," Khai says, voice soft.

"Things might just be slow at your grandparents; I can go help since we're done here. Yeah, that's gotta be it." She lowers her hands. Ignoring what they didn't want to acknowledge was always common practice.

"Mom, we can't do this. Not this time."

"There are only a few rogue patients, it can't be that bad. They'll get them under control"

"Then that's even more reason to trust that he will come back, okay? He has the car." Khai gets up out of his chair and leads his mom to the couch. "I mean... we're leaving, so it makes sense he may take more time, right?" His mom nodded and settled into the couch. Good, they would continue waiting.

He didn't know he fell asleep until he woke up.

That day was when the floodgate officially collapsed. The hospital had broken out, and the infected fully roamed free. They needed to get out of there now, with or without his dad. The first thing he sees when he opens his eye is the flashing of the TV. He's still on the couch, but his mom's weight is no longer beside him. Eyes frantically shoot around the common room, and he's unable to find a sign of her. The rooms down the hall remained empty.

"Mom!"

She didn't really do it, did she?

"Is she fucking insane?" He continues walking aimlessly around the house, looking for something, anything. Nothing's funny, but he almost feels the need to laugh. They block out the second bad news drops, but now she'll go out despite that it's facing her dead on? She really couldn't be without his dad, could she. And, if they're not back by now, there's little chance they're going to be back at all. Whether they really are done for or somehow they left him, he'll never really know. Though, he knows what's more likely. All he truly knows is that for the first time in a while, he is alone. Completely.

What is he supposed to do now? The illusion of safety is harder to keep up when he has no one. He either takes his chances of staying, or he figures out how to leave on his own. Tears blur his vision as he looks outside... He needs to get out of here.