Living In Wastelands ♥ An Apocalyptic Roleplay

[Crystalline]

Crystalline? submitted a new role play:


Living In Wastelands ? An Apocalyptic Roleplay - Zombies, Mutants, and Humans, oh my! (Still under construction; don't join yet~)

It all began with a plane crash.


The U.S. government was working closely with some scientists in France on certain genetic conspiracies. Both countries dreamed of creating an indestructible warrior --one that could get completely trashed and still be able to fight. This dream soldier could have multiple limbs cut off and lose an impossible amount of blood and still be able to keep going, so long as their main organs were still functioning. All they could think about is destroying the enemy and honoring their superiors. This warrior was to be perfect.


It such was an idealistic goal in the military mind, but after many various tests and multiple casualties, they finally figured it out. With a little twist here and an alteration there, they created a being that matched many of the qualities of the soldier they imagined. Although, this creation was anything but perfect. They couldn't get past a couple side effects of the change.. One was their contagious nature; one bite, scratch, and even their saliva--if swallowed or absorbed--could turn you into one of them. Though, as for the more concerning effect...


They craved the taste of flesh and blood.


The French couldn't get a hand on what was causing such terrible and gruesome side-effects, and--no matter what they tried--they couldn't fix their precious experiments. Therefore, they decided to try and send them to the U.S. to see what their scientists could do. They had more technology and means, so why not? They transported them by plane, but one of them escaped and attacked the pilot. This resulted in a plane crash in-between New York and New Jersey, while the plane was meant to go to Washington D.C.


That pilot almost made it, too.





Poor guy.

What people found at the scene was highly unsavory.


Being that the plane crashed in the middle of nowhere, it took a while for the government to figure out what happened. In fact, they may not have if it wasn't for the curious--and slightly shaken up--old lady who happened to live near the crash site. Eventually, they found the plane and sent people to go investigate the tragedy. There were zombies on the scene, and at first, they didn't seem all that hostile. However, as the soldiers grew closer.. It was like they sensed their presence.

All hell broke loose.


The soldiers fought the best they could, but not all of them were informed on just how to completely destroy them. They didn't figure out that it took a shot to the head or chest until it was too late. More and more of the soldiers turned into one of them, and soon enough the humans were officially outnumbered. Eventually, this virus spread like wildfire all the way from the east coast to the west, and it seemed like none of us were going to make it out of it truly alive.

Humans weren't the only one who turned into monsters, either.


Just like the virus the French put into these beasts is contagious to us humans, it's also contagious to animals as well. Any animal that a fellow zombie gets a hold of, if not gnawed at to the bone, will also turn into one of these monsters. And, though these animals may be smaller than the zombies, they're not any less dangerous. Beware the growl of a decaying dog or the caw of an infected crow; because if they get a hold of you, they'll make you one of them, as well. If they don't completely devour you first, of course.

By night, people hide away in fear.


This is the time when all of the zombies, human and animal alike, love to prowl about the streets. They practically own them, and nothing can run from them. They can see in the dark, and, at night, their abilities are multiplied. They're stronger, faster, and have more energy than they do during the day. All this is due to the fact that they no longer have to worry about their sun-sensitive skin. Although, luckily enough, zombies aren't exactly intelligent creatures.

By day, things are seemingly safe.


No zombie would think about roaming about during the daylight hours unless they want to burn to a crisp. They're enervated, and their abilities are weakened during this time, as well. This only makes things dangerous for them, and they do possess some common sense. Usually, they'll simply hide out in a dark space where the sunlight can't reach them, awaiting the dark hours to go out hunting once more. This is the time when us humans think about battle plans, or even take a rest from the long night past.


However, no matter what time of day it is, you're never truly safe.


Due to the fact that this virus has spread so far and wide, it's even launched itself in the very air we breathe. It's not enough to turn us into a zombie immediately, but if we were to die and still have a brain and heart in-tact, then we'll wake back up as one of them regardless of the cause of death. It's quite the brutal reality. However, some special people did take to the infection when it became airborne. They became what the normal humans refer to as hybrids.


Hybrids are very rare to come by. They have some sort of affinity to the virus that was spread about. Instead of reacting like the zombies did, they embraced it and adapted to it, accepting it into their system without transforming into some monster. They were gifted with speed and strength, as well as heightened senses. They don't have to worry about the sunlight, and they can even transform into a particular animal.


How this change came to happen, no one knows.


But only a small few were able to do so.

Now, we're all living in wastelands, just trying to make it by.

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Rules

So, here's the good ol' catch.


We've gotta have some rules, don't we?





(1)


My word is law.


If I say no, I mean no, and if I tell you to change something, you better change it. Don't join if you can't comply.


(2)


No god-modding.


If you get bit, you get bit, and if you're out in the night, you're gonna get hurt. You're not invincible, so don't pretend to be.


(3)


Be respectful.


I don't tolerate harassment in any shape or form, so don't start pointless drama. If you have a problem, talk to me.


(4)


Be literate.


I expect no less than two paragraphs per post, and each must be at least five lines. Write with your best grammar and literacy.


(5)


Be active.


I have every right to kick you from this RP, and if you don't post every three days, I will. Notify me if you're going to be absent.


(6)


Communicate.


If you're going out scavenging or we're doing some group effort, we have to plan it out before hand. Communication is the key.


(7)


Suggest ideas.


I'm open to suggestions to make this RP better and run smoother. If you have a proposition, feel free to tell me.


(8)


Drama is encouraged.


Romance, drama, blood, gore, all that jazz is welcome here. If you're doing that, though, fade to black.


(9)


Pay attention.


Try to read everyone's posts. Oh, and if you've read all this, put 'stupid scientists' in the 'other' section of your CS.


(10)


Follow along.


If you're confused on what to do or where to go, just follow along with others are doing. Go with the flow.


(11)


Don't move too fast.


Wait for others to get a word in before you post again. This isn't a one on one RP between you and someone else.


(12)


Do NOT change my setting.


I have plans for certain things in this RP. Don't change the details I've added without my permission.


(13)


No random OOC.


I don't want any OOC chat in the role-play thread unless it's attached to a reply. Keep it in the comments or in the OOC tab.


(14)


Have fun!


This is the most important rule of all, and it's self explanatory. Enjoy yourself!


~?~


(Note: I made all of the following as it is to support interaction.


The last thing I want is for all of us to become lonesome wanderers and be plagued with writers block.


Besides, we can't survive on our own forever.)


So, here's the setting, everyone. ^^


I hope this answers any questions you may have regarding on how to start this RP,


as well as to where exactly we all are.

These are referred to as "The Wastelands", and it's the closest thing to home that we all have.


A majority of people came here seeking sanctuary a couple years or so after the outbreak, being that a large group of survivors lived here at the time. Everyone figured we'd be stronger together, though there are still the more solitary souls within the masses. When we all arrived, it looked just like the picture before you. Not much has changed except the addition of an extremely large electric fence surrounding and protecting the place. How do we use electricity, exactly? Sunlight. We leave the fence to charge all day, and by night, it's fully powered against the vile zombies that lurk the large city in the distance. However, just in case we're faced with a cloudy day, the fence's defense isn't only the electric current running through it. It was built to be quite sturdy and strong, as well.


Some of the larger buildings in the area are completely vacant due to the fact that they're unsuitable to live in, so many of the residents make their homes in the smaller and sturdier complexes below. There are rumors that some people in the Wastelands take sick people to those buildings to kill them, while others say that those who can't bring themselves to kill recently deceased or ill loved ones trap them in there and lock them away. No matter which of the following is true, the large buildings--which are referred to as "Death Row" among the masses because, if you go in there, you'll most likely die-- are completely forbidden to enter. Still, some curious souls find themselves wandering about the place at times. They don't always return, however.


Everyone in the Wastelands may choose to play a role, whether it be one of the brave souls that venture out into the city (NYC) to search for food and supplies, or if they're one of the gatherers that search the Wastelands for herbs to keep us all healthy and strong. There are also the few scientists within the group that are studying just how all of this happened, as well as how we're supposed to put it all to an end. Some of the women choose to remain within the Wastelands to watch over the children, while some other people are the cooks and gardeners - everyone can choose to contribute one way or another, whether it be one of those particular roles or just working on clean-up duty. Laziness isn't taken kindly here.


With that in mind, welcome to the Wastelands.


~?~


Here are the main NPCs of the place~

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He's 67 years old, and he's the one who led the first group into the Wastelands.


He's considered the leader of the place, and it looked up to by most.


He appears to be a respectable and all-around good man.


However, though he seems kind, he can be shady.


Some say he's behind the "Death Row" killings.


Residency number: 1-01.

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This is William Parker's son. He's 42 years old, and he usually leads the city raids.


He's a strong guy who loves a good laugh, and he's quite loyal to friends.


You can count on this guy to have your back in a battle, surely.


He's a very compassionate, headstrong, and decent man.


The only bad habit he has is a nicotine addiction.


Residency number: 1-02.








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This young-looking woman is actually 22 years old, and she's the head gardener and gatherer.


She's a fox hybrid; the only one other than our fellow few within the Wastelands.


She's a very sweet lady, and is known to always lend a helping hand.


She's not the wisest, however, and is known to be naive.


However, she always possesses good intentions.


Residency number: 1-09








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This woman is currently 29 years old, and I wouldn't mention the number 30 around her.


She's the feisty, alluring, and hot-tempered head cook in the Wastelands.


She's also known to make great drinks with the right supplies.


She may not always show it, but she's a nice woman.


She's just a little.. "out there" sometimes.


Residency number: 1-04








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This 25 year old lady here is known as the Mother of the Wastelands; self-explanatory, right?


She's the main caretaker here, and she's known as the "Cat Lady" as well.


She loves animals, and she's a very wise woman for her years.


She's very reliable, and many come to her for advice.


She also adores the creative arts & teaches them.


Residency number: 1-10

 

[Crystalline]

Location:


New York City Outskirts


(AKA The Wastelands)


Time:


Morning.


7:00 A.M.


Activities:


Wake up callings.


Breakfast, made by Wastelands' cooks.


Preparations for the afternoon city raid for all those participating.


((I'll be posting things like this every time the time and/or activities change. The location is our starting/most active point.))


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Evermore Holloway


Evermore could see the sunlight peeking through the dusty window of room 2-02. She had just woken up, and she knew that, if the sunlight was present, then there would be wake-up calls spreading about soon enough. It was apart of the daily routine here in the Wastelands. First, William and John would wake up everyone residing in the first complex. After that, those from the first complex would go and wake those from the second, then the second would visit the third, and so on. Being that the main cooks reside in the first complex, they start making breakfast while everyone else is being awakened. It was practically the same thing everyday, but Evermore wasn't complaining. She actually kind of liked the routine, and Ms. Rowe always made some great meals. Well - great for the Wastelands, anyways. Usually she'd whip up some pancakes, should they be stocked up on the ingredients; either that, or it'd be assorted fruits and/or instant oatmeal picked up from the city convenience stores. Though Ms. Rowe always came off as hot-tempered and foul-mouthed, she's actually always thinking of everyone when she makes the food. It was like she wanted to make sure those going out and tackling the day were as well-fed as they could be. Being healthy here.. Well, it means everything.


It didn't take long upon Evermore's awakening for her door to receive it's daily dose of knocking. "Rise and shine!" She could hear a chipper voice calling out to her. It had to of been John Parker, who's the son of the man who got this group running in the first place. William Parker: The Leader of the Wastelands. Evermore knew she shouldn't be too skeptical about it all, but she couldn't help but get the feeling that there was something off about William. He seemed to have good intentions, but he also seemed like a man willing to do anything to survive; like he wasn't one to take risks. There have been so many rumors spreading about, stating that William takes those who have fallen ill to the "Death Row" towers to kill them. Evermore didn't want to believe it, being that she hasn't seen it with her very eyes, but he did seem like the man who would do such things to ensure the protection of everyone else. It's too harsh to not even give them the chance to heal, though, she thought to herself with a sigh, but immediately shook the thoughts out of her head. Get a grip, Eve, she told herself internally, it's too early in the morning to be having thoughts like that. With that thought in mind, she threw her arms above her head and stretched out her limbs, practically purring as she did so.





"Ah~ That was a nice stretch," she spoke to herself as she hopped off the bed she slept on and got ready for the day. She only had a few outfits she alternated between, as did most of the people here in the Wastelands, and the way Evermore did it was by weather. If it was cold, she had an outfit, and if it was hot, she had another. As for the days that felt more in-between, she had one more. Today was one of those days, so she chose that outfit to wear. Of course, all of her clothes had a few blood stains and dirt on them, but she managed to get most of it all off on the days when everyone got to wash their clothes. It happened about once a month when they found the supplies to do so, and oh~how most of the girls looked forward to that day. That, and the days when everyone was able to take a shower. It was rare, but occasionally, John would be able to hook up hot water to the rooms. That also only happened about once a month, so showers and clean clothes were quite the luxury in this world. Still, there always was the sea nearby. You'd have to somehow get past the electric fence, but it isn't too hard to dig through sand and fit underneath. Despite being a cat hybrid, Evermore still found herself enjoying the presence of water greatly. With a smile, she remembered what her first swim was like. It felt nice to break the rules every once in a while, so long as she didn't get caught.


With that thought in mind, she finished off her look with her usual armory accessories. She strapped a sheath around her mid-thigh--one on each leg--and that was where her daggers rested. As for her favorite automatic pistols, she kept those in holders attached to a belt she draped over her waist. Her twin swords were also kept in sheaths, but those were strung in a crisscross fashion along her back, at the ready should she pull them out from behind her head. Once she was all set, she made her way out of her room and began on the way to her neighbors residing in complex 3. After knocking on a few doors, shouting the usual wake-up call as she did so, she made her way over to the sweet-smelling breakfast that awaited her. Ms. Rowe and the other cooks made the plates and set them up as they finished, allowing everyone to eat as soon as they came on over. With a hungry smile, Evermore swiftly grabbed the bowl filled with brown-sugar flavored oatmeal. Everyone got equal portions, which was a little less than half a bowl, but Evermore was alright with that. It was better than nothing, and Ms. Rowe even gave everyone a fruit to choose from. 1 mandarin, 2 strawberries, half a banana, or 5 grapes. Evermore decided to go with the 2 sweet strawberries, and with that, she began eating happily.





"Are you going on the raid today?" She heard John ask from the other side of the courtyard. He and his father were finishing up breakfast, as well. Evermore continued to eat, but she responded with a polite nod. "Yeah, I'll go~! I'll definitely go~" she stated happily after swallowing. "Which store are we going to this time?" she asked curiously, and with a sigh, John answered. "We've already wiped the south side clean, so we're going to have to push upwards," he stated, and this sent a shiver down Evermore's spine. Her excited expression disappeared. Pushing forward meant unknown territory, which meant that zombies could be lurking in any shadow and in any building. Being that they knew the south side, they knew where the zombies were more likely to hide. They also knew where they wouldn't find many, too. It was rare to find a loner zombie, for they mainly travel in packs, which mean they hide in packs. Bumping into a group of zombies can be one of the most horrifying experiences, especially in unfamiliar territory. With another swallow, Evermore nodded again. "I'll still go," she stated. This got a smile out of John, and with an optimistic expression, he stood up and placed his dishes to the side.





"Let's start loading up the trucks."

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[The J]

James groggily opened his eyes, groaning as he sat up in bed, propping himself up with his elbow.


"Up you get, James." Said someone from the other side of the door, as they knocked. He was still too sleepy to be bothered to work out who it was, although he knew it would have been someone from complex 1, as being the routine in the wastelands. Next, he and the others from complex 2 would wake up complex 3, and so on, and so forth. He got dressed in his usual clothes, along with his jacket, placed his atlatl on his back along with his dart quiver, his pistol in its usual hip holster, and his knife on the other side in his belt.


After having walked over to complex 3, and waking up those there, he made his way to breakfast. Today was brown sugar-flavoured oatmeal, his favourite, and he thanked Ms. Rowe as she passed it to him, along with a mandarin of his choosing. He wolfed them down quickly, and then walked over to the other side of the courtyard, where a truck was being loaded up.


"James, hey," said John, "Are you coming on the raid today? We're having to push a little upwards, so we'll need plenty of people"


James was a little reluctant to enter unknown territory, but his sense of morality won him over soon.


"Yeah, sure. Who else is coming?" He asked John


"Well, there's you, Evermore, me, and that's it, but most people aren't down here yet." AS he said this, he gestured to Evermore, who was standing nearby.


"Morning Evermore" he said to her. He hadn't seen her there, despite his heightened senses as a hybrid.

 

[Rea Lynn]

Aizlynne woke up to knocks at her door which frightened her like every morning. It happens every single morning but, she can't help to think it's a zombie at her door. Mostly because of how her parents died... how she almost died, but like every morning she remembers she is almost one hundred percent safe thanks to William Parker. She didn't recognize the muffled voice of whomever was waking her up this morning but she almost never does. It happens too fast most of the time but, if everybody stayed to chat nobody would be waken up at the time they need to be. She stayed in bed for a few more minutes just basking in her soft warm bed. She could faintly fear the knocks of her neighbors doors. It was oddly comforting to her this morning. With a long sigh Aizlynne got herself up and out of bed. "what to wear?" she asked herself. Most of her leggings have holes in the knees from helping Naomi garden food and herbs. They grow them for seasonings and medical purposes, giving the season ones to Katherine Rowe the cook. Looking out her window and judging the weather for today she decided to put her teal leggings with the lace around the hem that go down to the top half of her calf, a camisole tank top that matched, and a lighter blue dress to go over it all. Putting her knifes into the pockets of the dress.


"oat meal and banana sounds yummy for today!" She said to no one as she grabbed her bowl and banana. As she sat down to eat john Parker sat down next to her. "he A.J. are you going to the raid today? We have to push upwards some more just to give you a heads up." he said with a charming smile. "oh! I'll have to ask Naomi if she needs me here first, if not I'll get a list of herbs we need, but if she says she is fine I'm up for it!" she said forgetting about her breakfast. "How much time do I have?" she asked as an after thought. "not much we are leaving in a few." he said with a pat on her arm and a see you later smile. Taking her food to go she scarfed down her oat meal saving her banana. Running to the garden house she found Naomi on her way to get some food. "Naomi! John is going on a raid today and asked if I wanted to go. Do you need me today?" She asked. "No, not today enjoy the field trip. Oh! here I wrote up a list of things we need. I was going to give it to john but, well your going." She lowed her voice "I trust your eye over his any day with herbs" she whispered and then chuckled. Aizlynne ran as fast as she could to the trucks. She spotted John and waved the list in her hand telling him with out words she is good to go. She then waited for everybody else to get ready.

 

[Facethelight]

Masaru let out a groan, and started to slowly rise up in the bed as the knocking came to his door. As he felt over his body, and his wounds, he let out a long sigh."It's been days since I was discovered and picked up, but damn this still hurts". He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and used his hands to help him up off it, cringing in a pinch of pain. "goddammit!" Clenching his fist, he hit the wall closest to him, rubbing his usually-hidden face with his other hand. "it all hurts so much... the pain, the loneliness..." He gave out a little chuckle off hopelessness. "We're so screwed aren't we?" After taking a big breath, and letting it out nice and slow, he kneeled down to pick up his helmet off the ground, and put it right back on, locking the clamps and notches into place right on top of his gear.


"You alright in there?" He turned his head to the door, where the muffled voice emitted from, and gave a bit of annoyed reply. "Well I'm not dead yet" He checked his P99 Pistols magazines before loading them into one of many pouches, and took checked to make sure his actual gun was safe in its holster, which it was. With a final breath, steam coming out of the filters of his mask, he makes his way to the door, leaving the room after unlocking it. "I know I just got here recently, but I'm alive thanks to this group, whats going on today I can help out with?" He turned towards the man that was making sure he hadn't died in his sleep or committed suicide, "There's gonna be a raid today, though I'm gonna stay here. I wish you luck if you intend on joining, it's gonna be in uncharted territory" Alright, then I guess I'll be following whoever looks the most armed. He tapped the man on the shoulder as he walked away. "Are you not gonna eat?" Questioning Masaru before he got away. "...nah, not really in the mood, the pain woke me and my body up pretty good anyways"

 

[Raggamuffinz]

Nagisa woke up to the knocks and sighed, practically rolling out of bed. She put on her clothes and listened intently as the man spoke again. "Are you going on the raid?", he said in a shaky voice. Nagisa was known to be generally insane, most people thought she was a serial killer. She had the same nightmare every night, and that practically haunted her enough with the realization of her situation.


"Yeah, of course I am. You know me, stupid.", she said with a terrifying giggle, but at the same time it was cute, with a dash of insane. Nagisa exited her room, 3-08, which she shared with a girl everyone called A-J, but she never really talked to her. Nagisa quickly ate her breakfast, she chose banana, because seriously who doesn't like bananas?


With that Nagisa readied herself and spotted James, AJ, Evermore, and John, and with a smile she examined them all. It was very, very creepy, yet with having Nagisa for awhile you'd tend to learn to just roll with it. After observing she got ready to leave in the trucks.


"Scissors, check."


"Eagle, check."


"Knife, check."


The insane girl quickly cut her left arm slightly with the knife, her morning routine. She kept it like a diary on her arm, counting the days that she has lived so far. There were many, many cuts on her arm, most generating into scars over time. But all of this was hidden by her long sleeved jacket, with a shirt beneath. Her brown belt held her blue jeans fast and tight, but not too uncomfortably tight, because if they were too tight she'd have to kill somebody, or do something else to blow off steam. Nagisa also bore long brown fur boots, comfortable. She could just rip the velcro straps the fur was attached too and sneakers would lie inside, for hotter environments.


"Nagisa, check."


People were already loading up on the trucks and with a smile Nagisa strode up to AJ, walking up slowly behind her. Nagisa forwarded her head next to AJ's. "Hello."

 

[Rea Lynn]

Aizlynne jumped a little. She didn't jump because of who was saying hello to her like some people would. She has gotten very use to Nagisa because they are room mates, and she actually likes having her as a room mate. "oh! hello." Aizlynne said in her high voice. "how are you this morning?" She asked as she found an open seat and sat leaving room for Nagisa if she wanted to sit next to her. Aizlynne found it perfect time to relax and eat her banana that she saved. "We don't talk much do we?" she asked, I was kinda odd that we were room mates and haven't spoken to each other very much. 'Did I come off like I didn't want to get to know her, or is she just use to people not wanting to?' she thought to herself as she took a bite of banana. "Mmm" she moaned to herself in yumminess.


As people were loading in She thought back to the horribly night she last saw her parents. 'No' she though. 'Not here. Not now. Later when you are semi alone.' she continued in her head. That was a hard memory for her and most of the time she ended up crying, or at least teary eyed. She didn't care what people thought about her but, she also didn't want the group to find her week. She knew they already did because all she really likes doing is picking "weeds" as some people call it, but nobody has see her fight to counter there thoughts on her. Most of them probably think she only uses her knifes for stubborn herbs, but she knows how to use them, and she knows how to use them amazingly.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

Nagisa smiled, A-J seemed like the only person who didn't run away when she talked to her. "I'm fine...". She then listened as A-J asked about her and Nagisa's social situation. "Well I don't talk to people that much, or I'm not used to it is all, I only discovered this place so long ago, I spent a long time on my own and I was never really social because most people didn't like me before this happened..". Nagisa sighed as she watched A-J's face, also noticing that she was disturbed a little. Either she was reliving old memories, or Nagisa was making her uncomfortable.


The 'insane' girl sighed and frowned a little as she looked around. Life was already horrible, why'd this have to happen? Nagisa did have to admit, she felt free during their situation, but she didn't want to be free and at the same time worry every time she turned a corner she'd run into something that would kill her on the spot. She didn't want to be free in a hell hole.


Then again Nagisa didn't really care, Life was a hellhole as it was and she'd live it to the fullest until her dying breath, that was her proclamation. All she had to do was worry about herself, and her friends.. Well friend, A-J the only person she's really socialized with at the moment.


She felt safer around friends.

 

[Rea Lynn]

"People didn't like me much ether. They thought me loving plants and being so interested in them was a waste of time." Aizlynne looked around. She looked at the people, the world around them. "I guess they were the ones wasting time. I know how to help people because that's what I studied before all of this, but what can they do? Nothing. They were so busy trying to get guys to notice them, or to busy on the computers." Aizlynne sighed. She hoped the people she knew were okay, but in all honesty to herself she knew they were dead, or worse, undead. "What did you do before this, If you don'y mind my asking?" She asked. She wanted to make friends with Nagisa. While Nagisa talked Aizlynne took out her knifes and started cleaning them. She didn't want to contaminate the herbs she needed to collect for Naomi. She listened to Nagisa talk. She might sound a little crazy but, it was oddly comforting.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

"Promise you wont scream or anything... but I was apart of a gang. My mother and father died in a wreck when I was young, so I got adopted, you know? The usual... but my adopted parents just needed a little slave around the house... my father abused me and my mother was very strict, so I ran away. And that's when I found my new family, the gang. But as we got older we got into much more trouble and it may have seemed like some kind of drama show to somebody but it was just life for me... All the things I saw rubbed off on me...", Nagisa said in a hushed but quick tone and suddenly she couldn't talk anymore, tears streaming down her face. But she wasn't frowning, or making any kind of sad look on her face, no she was smiling. As she relived those hard memories she felt the good ones, and she felt proud for making it through all of that.


Nagisa was glad she was so persistant, she needed that now-a-days.


"But I'm not a bad person, I swear! Believe me!", she said in a desperate tone, clasping her hands together in front of her. She began leaning towards A J a little too close. "Please!". Nagisa at this point was near A-J like a hug, but not. She wasn't hugging her, just staring at her with tears running down her face, with a frown, and with clasped hands. She looked like a young child who was begging for a toy she didn't get last Christmas, but her parents said they couldn't afford it.


It was sad, really.

 

[Rea Lynn]

Aizlynne listened to Nagisas story and was... not scared but felt sad for her. Felt sad because she didn't get a happy home to get to when her parents died. She kinda knew what that felt like, but she did end up here after a while. She could have easily gotten into that stuff if she didn't find this place. She was alone, and had nobody to go to. All she had were her parents and well they were gone now. She ran into a raid group William and John were conducting and they found her. They took her into the wastelands and it was home now. What would of happened if they never found her? Would she be in a group much worse? less friendly and helpful, or even worse undead?


"I believe you! you don't have to worry about anything. I believe you. Just because we do things that are bad doesn't mean we are. It just means we know how to survive." Aizlynne said soothing Nagisas arm. She was trying to comfort her, but didn't really know how. She would hug her but, Aizlynne wasn't big on hugs. She felt to claustrophobic in them. All she could think of was rubbing Nagisa arm to sooth her. "Please don't cry. It'll be alright. You are with friends." She cooed in her high voice.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

Nagisa sobbed as she felt A-J's hand rub her arm. She smiled, it kind of tickled, but it stung too, that was the arm that Nagisa cut every morning. But Nagisa couldn't feel bad from the pain, because it was from someone who cared for her, a friend.


With a smile she wiped away her tears and blushed as she realized just how weird it felt for A-J to stroke her arm. She began to giggle and managed to speak a little.


"A-J, when are we leaving?", she asked with a sniffle. Nagisa was glad she managed to talk to A-J at least once. If she hadn't she wouldn't have found a friend like her. Nagisa's madness soothed into calmness around A-J, and all she could think about right now was when they were about the leave, and how she had made a friend. Her problems disappeared as she looked at A-J.


A friend. Her first in this apocalypse.

 

[Rea Lynn]

Aizlynne felt good that she helped Nagisa feel better. She could see it in her eyes that she felt re leaved. She wasn't good at talking to people. She mostly was on the out skirts of conversations. She loved being around people and loved to listen to them, but she didn't really talk to people. She mostly just watched them and herd them. For the most part she was a loner. She loved being alone and just being. To hear the world around her. Mostly she loved being in forests. To hear the birds, the insects. To see the sunlight trickle into the forest in a green hue from the leaves. The smell of soil and moss, trees, and decaying leave. Aizlynnes heart soon felt longing remembering these things she once loved. She would go into the forest near her house and bask is its wonders. Its herbs and animals. She wanted it back. She wanted to do that again, but the zombies are all over the forests now. It's not safe anymore. Her heart hurt.


She stopped soothing Nagisa after she felt better. "I suppose after John gathers up some more people. We are going to a new place which means more zombies. We'll need more people for a while until we get the zombies mostly under control there." She said. She looked around. 'Hopefully more people will say yes. We need them. ' She wondered who would come to this raid. If we didn't need the herbs so badly she didn't think she would be going. Not until they got a hold of the zombie problem in the new part the're going to. Not because she couldn't handle them. She could hand human zombies any day, it was the animal zombies she hated to kill.

 

[Three Clubs]

Cog sat hunched over examining the water purifier. He had not slept all night, but sleepless nights were common for him. He had been monitoring the water purification level for the past couple of days as per usual when he noticed something unusual. The purifier had been filtering less and less lately. The problem, he concluded, was that the filter was getting worn after so many uses and needed to be replaced or the entire machine needed some repairs. Unfortunately decent filters and parts aren't really something that they had stockpiles of, especially since this specific kind was hard to come by. "Better tell HQ about this" he muttered to himself as he packed his tools and gave the generator a light kick out frustration. He got up and began walking back to the main courtyard to look for William. He stopped by the store room in complex 2 to drop off his makeshift tool bag, but kept is trusty sledge which he hung across his bag. On his belt were pockets of miscellaneous screws, bolts, and a large bag of sharpened nails for his nail gun which sat in a holster on his right. He wore the same outfit he that he had on everyday, a blood stained red shirt with cargo pants. He attempted to wear a hardhat but his new fox ears kept getting in the way. He was still not quite used to them and preferred to hide them under some sort of hood or helmet. He lifted his goggles off his eyes let hang around his neck as he walked back into the main hall.


His sensitive ears picked out the voice of William as he discussed something with one of the scientist. Cog approached and gave a sloppy salute. "Bad news?" William immediately guessed, when he was interrupted in the middle of a conversation it was always very bad news. "Purifier starting to give up the ghost, gonna need some new parts." William pondered for a moment "We'll look for some on the next raid then, give John a list of the materials you will need to fix it" and with that he returned to his previous conversation. The thought of a bunch a laymen attempting to comprehend his technical know how made Cog nearly burst out laughing and vomiting at the same time, so by the time he picked up his blunderbuss and entered the staging area for the raid he had a much better idea. As a new comer who has yet to actually go on such a raid his action was to shout out jokingly "Anyone know where the sign up sheet is?"

 

[Raggamuffinz]

Nagisa rose a brow. There was a sign up sheet? Since when was there a sign up sheet? Now confused Nagisa sighed and looked around. "A-J, have you ever stopped and thought about what you killed?", she asked with a serious tone.


"It's interesting, not sad or depressing, maybe a little, but mostly interesting. Every zombie and animal you see has a story, they may have died heroically, killing all the undead around them until they themselves turned, or maybe they just shot themselves in the head or died by another person...", Nagisa said, wondering. So many animals, zombies, humans, have fallen to her hands.


What were their stories?


She sighed and began to stare over at Cog. It was that kind of stare. The one that pierced into your very soul and left you staring back in confusion, the one where the person who stared was digging straight into your consciousness to gather your thoughts, and who you were, what you may have done before this all happened.


It was the Nagisa stare.

 

[Rea Lynn]

"I'll be right back Nagisa. Don't let somebody get my seat okay?" Aizlynne said. She herd the guy ask were the sign up sheet was and though he was joking, but after him just standing there though he him not be. She got out of the truck and climbing over Nagisa a tad bit to do so. "Sorry." She said sheepishly hoping she didn't hurt or bother Nagisa in any way. She went over to the guy walking like it were a dance. In the graceful way not the loony-out-in-space way. Her walk was fluid. "There is no sign up sheet." She smiled and pointed her thumb back t the trucks. "You just gotta get a good seat." She laughed. "Oh, and pry the person next to you doesn't get car sick, and if they do they better be next to a window." She laughed a little then remembered the one time she actually did git barfed on. That sucked.


"You could probably squeeze in next to the window and me if you like. I don't get car sick and if you do just keep the window open and aim for that." She tried to laugh but she feared she might be talking about vomit too much and scaring the guy off. She went back to the truck and sat back down in her seat too embarrassed to care if she hurt Nagisa.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

Nagisa smiled as if she hadn't tried to ask A-J something in the first place. It was better she didn't know anyway... "Hey A-J, what weapons do you have?", she asked. Half interested, half worried. If A-J didn't have a good weapon she could die out there, but Nagisa knew she was well armed with anything she had on her.


If A-J died then Nagisa's roommate would die, and if her roommate died then her friend died, and if her friend died then her only family would have died, and then Nagisa would kill herself and she'd die because A-J died and then her roommate and then her friend and her only family.


Nagisa logic.


She pulled out her own weapons, a Desert Eagle, sharpened scissors, and a combat knife.

 

[Three Clubs]

Cog scratched his hard hat in slight confusion. "They just let anyone on these raids?" he asked himself. After careful milliseconds of consideration he decided he just couldn't risk being eaten while he slept. Vomit didn't scare him as much as that though so he climbed into the seat next to the strange girl. "My names Cog by the way" he struck out his hand but immediately retracted it when he realized it was still cased in a thick layer of grease. "Sorry about that, I'm the new engineer in these parts."


He adjusted himself so he was no longing sitting on a bag of nails. "So I understand these ventures can be pretty dangerous, got any advice for a first timer?" He asked confidently as he could. Normally he would be scared witless going on such a dangerous mission but after finding out zed bites didn't affect him like every one else he was a bit more comfortable. He still kept the bite wound bandaged and hidden, in fact he never told anyone he got bitten since he arrived and has so far managed to keep the whole affair with his ears a secret so far.

 

[Rea Lynn]

Glad She had Nagisa to talk to she smiled and pulled out her knifes. "These two knifes. Small I know but you should see me with them! I'm a beast! Most people might think I am just a useless weed-" Scowled at the term "weed". "-puller, but they never see me fight." She said with a smile on her face. She could take care of herself even if most people don't think so, and that made her happy. "although the animal ones get to me a bit." She frowned a little. She use to be friends with a lovely fox in her forest and likes to think he got out alive.


She scooted over a bit to make room for the guy and smiled at him. "My name is Cog by the way" he said offering her a greasy hand and retracting it right away. "I'm Aizlynne." She smiled. "some people call me Azie or A.J. but Aizlynne works just as well." She blushed a little. She really didn't know how to talk to people or if she was doing okay. She was ready to go into some woods and be somewhat alone now. "It's alright my dad use to me a maniac I'm use to greasy hands. Um... I don't normally go until it's more safe, but we need herbs." She said taking out her list and smiled sheepishly. "So I'm not to sure what to expect really." She said.

 

[Facethelight]

Masaru noticed everyone piling into the truck, so that must be where the raid is. Though it looked like it was full, but no one would mind getting in the back of the truck bed since it's empty, and afterwards make sure nothing falls out if he's still in the back, assuming everyone comes out alive. He makes his way over to the truck and hops in the back, over the tailgate, making a large clunk on the metal as he lands. He walks a bit more forward towards the truck and gently taps the top, but loud enough to be heard.


"hey, you got someone in the back now too, I'm gonna be rolling along with you, so try not to be speedy over bumps would you? I'd very much appreciate it. I'll be making sure none of these bastards grab a hold of the truck and hop on or drag us down." His mask nearly robotic, and muffled, making his voice distinct and separable from the rest. "Haven't been with the group for more than a week, so I'm pretty much blind in my senses, I'll be trusting you guys as good drivers and raiders." He took a long breath, his exhaling steam out of his mask filters.

 

[Three Clubs]

"Guess we are all in the same truck then" Cog replied to A.J pun intended. He attempted ignore her comment about her father and continued "I'm not too much of a fighter, but there are some parts we need to keep the water clean" and he unfolded a paper list with a large amount of very big and complicated looking words on it "If you see any of these let me know right away especially this one" he emphasized by point directly at a item labeled 'Solar battery charge 3300 V2'. "If we don't get one of those we're probably all dead". He didn't mention that she should be also on the look out for any kind of soft drink as that seemed minimal compared to all their lives being in grave danger. For now that was only a secondary objective.


He heard a tapping coming from the roof and some muffling but he couldn't pick out any words other than bastards and blind. Either way it was the drivers ears that were required so he returned to attempting to adjust his belt so that he wouldn't be sitting directly on his screws.

 

[Crystalline]

Crystalline♥ updated Living In Wastelands ♥ An Apocalyptic Roleplay with a new update entry:


Posting Rate & Rules Update.

Oh, my! Jeebus, guys! o^o;
You know I love you all posting, but please give other people the chance to say something! We all aren't on the same schedules, you know, and I don't want them coming back in a few hours or something to a whole page of foreign posts between two or three people. I don't want to move too far without everyone else.


I'm actually going to edit the rules (and I can do this at any time, buy the way, so I'll let you all know when I change...

Read the rest of this update entry...

 

[Amityvillager]

"Ceil! . . . CEIL!"




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The small lump beneath the thin blankets stirred, but decided not to respond to whomever was calling out to her. The person at the door left, knowing this was usually how things went. The lump stretched beneath the sheet and stuck and arm out, a tattered, old teddy bear dangling from a hand. This lump happened to be Ceil, better known as Foxtrot. She was still relatively new to the area; one of the raids had found her locked in the manager's office of a small gas station. She had been living there for awhile and was starting to come a bit off her rocker. Foxtrot decided that she was going to join the raid today, mostly because she was a restless soul and hated working in the kitchen. She vaguely recalled from her previous life she vowed to never be a housewife.


"Good morning, Jameson!" she said, finally emerging from the covers. She pulled the bear close to her naked chest and hugged it, the only family she had really known. She sat him down gently after smiling at him then slipped from the bed. Foxtrot stretched luxuriously and gave a large yawn before slipping on her clothes, which consisted of an old pair of army boots with cargo pants tucked into them and an olive green sleeveless shirt. She basically skipped over to a cardboard table that held her other three companions: Tommy, Katie, and Vinnie. "Good morning, fellas and lady," she called. She lifted the homemade tomahawk and attached it to her right hip, the katana went on her left, and the crossbow found itself dangling securely from her backpack, which was made out of a dead something-or-another that washed up on the beach one day. Ceil took Jameson and tucked him into the backpack, where the only other thing was a book. If you took it out and opened the front cover, you'd see:

"Holy Bible


"Presented to: Cecilie Fo----


"On This Da---"




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The rest of the words there were smudged because it had been written in pen some time ago, but the rest of the Scripture was untouched. Ceil liked to read it sometimes because it gave her hope and helped her keep moving on with life, even though she was alone and knew she was a little bit crazy. It made her feel like she wasn't really alone in the world and that someone was looking out for her, even if it was some man in the sky. No one else knew she had it, and she liked it that way, even though it made her selfish. It's be just her luck if William took it away from her; she didn't really care for him, to be honest. Ceil made it out the door after tugging on her fox-eared hat and grabbed her oatmeal and five grapes. She scarfed the oatmeal but saved the grapes for the walk to the raid trucks and along the way would eat one at a time and savor the flavors and texture of each and every grape. When she got there, she spotted a truck already filled with people she didn't recognize, so she decided to hop in the back of an empty one. While she waited, she whistled a tune as the foreign lyrics spun through her jumbled, faded memory:

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"Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked. . . ."

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[Azukai]

Magus let out a deep sigh as he trekked along the overgrown street attempting to ignore his shivers resulting from the chills of autumn's early mornings. Being one of the few knowledgeable about the local flora in terms of medicinal use, Magus was an important forager for Naomi's supply of herbs, yet unlike many others who chose their adventures at day, Magus felt the most alive in the early morning hours, despite the possible dangers he could face.


Although the New York locals were often more active when the sun was lacking, Magus was currently spending his time not far from home in the nearest region of the city's south sector which had already been raided by their group and could be considered somewhat safe compared to the rest of world. Nevertheless, having visited the sector quite often in the past, the usable plant life was quite decimated, and it was once again that his return with empty pockets was due.


Crack


The sound of a branch cracking in the distance startled Magus as he quickly ducked behind a nearby wall where he began peering out of the corner of its ruined window in the direction of the sound. While patiently waiting for the source of the sound, he reached within his coat where he retrieved one of the thin chakrams and began slowly spinning it around his right index finger in anticipation of what was to come.


Deer.





The thought crossed his mind with excitement as the animal which walked into his view was one of the rarest occurrences that could happen in the apocalyptic state of the city. Because Magus knew of the local's tendencies in the south side, the occasional infected animal was generally the only wildcard factor to inhabit the area; however, what stood before his eyes in the present time was a clean species of deer unaffected by the virus which had ravaged the world.


Forcing himself into a calm state of mind, Magus began contemplating his options to determine which plan would result in the highest success. Although the discovery of the deer was most favorable, it was also a curse upon his existence as the weapon set he used was very inefficient toward hunting the animal at hand. Had he carried a gun or bow, slaying the deer would have been a simple dependence on his aim; however, for a user of chakrams, the fortified skull of a buck would have prevented his ringed blades from penetrating into the skull, especially at the range from which he hid.


Need a shot at the rear point of its skull.





With no other option, Magus continued to hide in wait all while internally hoping that his prey would continue to approach closer and fail to notice his presence. As the time slowly passed, beads of sweat began to form on his brow, but it was nearly five minutes later that the opportune moment presented itself before his eye. Vaulting through the window, Magus flung the deadly disk toward the pinpoint on his target causing the deer to react at the sound, yet the disk was too fast as the deer which had leaped forward crashed to the ground with its head halfway detached from its neck.


Rushing to his prey, Magus quickly retrieved the disk from the animal's corpse before thrusting his dagger into its brain which would guarantee its permanent death. Even if he could solo carry the animal back to the base, the fact acting virus would have contaminated the meat far before he could have returned, and so, with both daggers in hand, Magus went to work at removing the buck's antlers which would still be safe for use.


Fastening the pair of antlers to the cord which held the mysterious keys around his self, Magus threw the loot over his back before continuing the journey home where he would be greeted by the two guards holding point at the south side exit of the fence that protected their settlement.


"Oh look, its the freak coming back to infect us all."


Because of his appearance, Magus was often the brunt of teasing from the settlement's inhabitants, and the treatment of this morning was no different from any others; however, it was the antlers on his back that caused both guards to draw their pistols and point them at his existence.


"Hey man, I know there's rumors about you being bat shit crazy, but this is a new level."


"The fuck you get high on out there thinking you'll just waltz through this gate with that contaminated shit on your back?"


Magus let out another sigh as he gave no heed toward the weapons pointed at his self, but rather, continued to move forward while explaining his find to the guards in a very bored tone.


"They're fresh. I've been foraging for this settlement how long now? I think I know what shit is contaminated versus what is not. Though shoot me and see who makes you medicine next time momma Naomi has to tend to your fevers."


The second guard looked as if he wished to deck Magus while he walked past, but his friend, who knew of Magus, wisely held him back as the mysterious enigma, despite appearances, was certainly not an opponent to carelessly engage into close quarter combat with.


Magus's destination was the solution for the twinge of hunger which pained his empty stomach. Arriving where breakfast was being distributed, Magus detached the antlers from his cord and tossed them in the direction of Rowe before stepping forward to obtain his morning ration of oatmeal and banana.


"For Naomi. It was a lucky find, but it'll make for some good traditional medicine."


Noticing his neighbor, Eve, in the near distance, Magus set course for her direction; however, as he listened in on her conversation with John, he couldn't help but voice his opinion toward the raid which was scheduled for the afternoon.


"Gamble enough with fate, and your bound to lose eventually, John. We might have been lucky enough to clear the south sector without too many casualties, but don't ya think your pushing these raids a bit much? The locals might be dumb as shit, but its natural animal instinct to flock to a source of food. Put ourselves out there enough, and we'll draw a crowd."

 

[The J]

Noticing everyone else getting in the truck, James decided he best join them in there, and get ready for the trip. They were saying that it was going to be necessary to start pushing up a bit more, now. He wasn't exactly the bravest person himself, and past events had proven that to be a mostly good thing, except for the one time...


Not wanting to go back down that road, considering where it last led him, he hopped into the truck, and turned his mind to making sure he was all ready. Someone was saying about some kind of filter and a solar battery, or such, which they needed. A filter? James supposed it'd be worth it for the showers, and the ability to wash their clothes. He sniffed under one armpit, and regretted it. He really needed a good wash.


Anyway, making sure I'm ready, he thought to himself. He retrieved his finger gloves out of one pocket. They were from an old paintball range he once found while he was wandering by himself. They left the top halves of his fingers exposed, so he could better use his weaponry, and some plastic reinforcement on the back of his hand. He slipped them on, as well as making sure his heavy boots were properly laced. He checked his atlatl and quiver were placed properly, ready on his back if h was in a hurry, and shoved his pistol and knife round properly on his belt.


Ready to go, he thought,