Living In Wastelands ♥ An Apocalyptic Roleplay

[Crystalline]

((Alright, so in summary; we're all preparing for the raid. Being that so many people have just jumped into the truck and are ready to go, I'll go ahead and jump the time to 11:30. All people coming in late can simply summarize their morning in their first post, while jumping themselves into the truck along with the rest of us. Oh, and in case anyone is wondering - by preparations, I mean things like loading up your guns, sharpening your swords, loading up the trucks with boxes to hold the supplies we gather, making sure all the trucks are gassed up and ready to go; things like that. I'm glad so many people are participating! We can all take off to the fun and gore whenever some more people reply. Thank you for your patience!))


Location:


The Wastelands - Soon-To-Be NYC.


Time:


Late Morning


11:00 A.M.


Activities:


Preparations for the city raid.


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Evermore Holloway

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Eve listened as so many of the people spoke about preparing for the raid. "Well, at least we have a good crowd~" she stated gleefully with a cheerful smile. "The more numbers we have, the better off we are should we encounter a group. I think we just need to be careful - they may be weaker during the day, but they're still strong, John," she stated in a casual and anything-but-stern warning. However, soon she saw a familiar face in the distance. It was Magus, and he seemed to catch the end of their conversation. "Gamble enough with fate, and your bound to lose eventually, John," he stated in a seemingly frank tone, "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?" Eve couldn't help but agree with that comment, but, at the same time, she knew that supplies were necessary to risk their lives for. Since the Wastelands have been growing and children were being brought in, more necessities were craved and needed. The last thing Eve wanted was for more people to get sick, because that ultimately meant death in the eyes of some. "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." Eve pursed her lips together, and with a sigh, she put her dishes away and dusted herself off.


"At least they can't go into the sun," she began optimistically with a smile. "We should be safe for the most part, right? I mean, if we have enough people who know how to defend themselves, then--even if there is a group--we may be able to eliminate it," she spoke in encouragement, just for the sake of the youngsters in the camp, "We could shoot for the smaller stores today, just to be safe. They tend to travel in groups or packs or whatever, right?" She suggested with a sheepish shrug. "From what I've seen, because they're so large in population, they take up the larger buildings and rest for the night ahead. It's very rare that they'll come out from the shadows just because they see a group. If it's the evening, perhaps they'll risk it due to the lowering sun, but if we get back before then, we should be fine," she stated with her cat ears perked up and her pink tail swaying back and forth gracefully. "Thank you for being so concerned, Magus," she spoke to him kindly, being that she wasn't one to judge by appearances. She looked so different before she transformed into a hybrid - with overgrown and shaggy brown hair and a scrawny figure. She also used to have blue eyes instead of her now piercing turquoise. So, in her mind, appearances didn't mean a thing. She's still the same, though her outer looks have morphed into something different.


John let out a sigh at Magus' comment, and because he was a level-headed guy, he knew Magus was right on many levels. However, being the compassionate soul he is, he also--like Eve--wanted to help out the growing children in the Wastelands. The last thing he seemed to want was for them to get sick and die, and then have to be put down like all the others. "I get where you're all coming from," he spoke regarding everyone around him, "But there are things we need, and the south parts just don't have them. I'll go with Eve's idea and stick with the small shops, for there isn't any need to take unnecessary risks. If you're worried about our number attracting the locals, Magus, then perhaps we can split up in smaller groups after we're all in the city. Does that sound good to you?" he asked, trying to come to a compromise so everyone was content with the decisions. With a grin, he stood up and brushed off his clothes, which consisted of a button up shirt and some worn-down jeans. "With that said, let's prepare, you guys. Make sure the trucks are going to make it - gas them up a little if you have to, but be conservative. You all know how this goes," he stated, and then proceeded to attending to his guns, packing them up along with his silencers. He made sure his precious pistols were all clean and all loaded before putting them away neatly.





As for Eve, she proceeded to readying up her swords, daggers, and automatic pistols (mini sub-machine guns, pretty much). She also equipped them with silencers, though that slowed down her bullet rate a little bit. However, in her mind, that was alright. All it really took was one bullet to the right place to take down one of those monsters. So, with that in mind, she also made sure her guns were loaded up and clean. There wasn't much ammo to go around the Wastelands, being that most of it went to the people with bigger guns, so she didn't have many bullets. She only had enough for half a clip, but again, she was alright with that. Thanks to her late father, she knew how to shoot very well. It was the same with her mother, since she taught Eve everything she knows about the art of her blades. The twins words and double daggers were amazing; some people may have thought her parents were assassins or something. I wonder if they were having jobs like that before they took me in, she thought to herself as she sharpened her blades. It almost seems like they were preparing for this day or something, she joked in her mind, letting out a small giggle to herself as she continued to prepare. Soon enough, she finished up all her preparations. She then walked over to the trucks, helping out some of the others with gassing one of them up because it was low.


Once they were done, Eve gently patted the machine.





"We're all set over here~!"

Spoiler

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[Dead]

Location: The Wastelands - Complex 2, Room 5 | Interacting with: ---- | Mood: Concern |

Clothes of the day
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The small room was nothing much. just a bed, desk filled with paper, a big bag laid by the door, some clothes scattered and many other things all thrown around the room. Next to the bed, a small black puffball laid there with a blue scraf wrapped around his neck, sleeping soundly. On the bed, laid a small girl, her eyes held bags under them, seems she stayed up long once again, doing her research and etc. She was fast asleep and it didn't seem like she would be able to get up from anything but the little furball did. The sound of people could be heard outside, Tsu's ears perked up from the noise. Getting up quickly from his sleeping position, Tsu looked around the room for anything new but it seemed everything was still the same. Nothing was touched and there was no strange smell in the room but there was something going on outside.


Being the good pup he is, he turned to the bed and got ready to pounce onto the girl. Hopping into the air, he landed onto the girl's stomach and started to bark loudly so she would wake up. With the heavy pup on her stomach, Mariya awoke and gasped,"Tsu! What is it?" She grumbled in pain and from the lack of sleep. Tsu just continued to bark, pulling at her sleeves, trying everything to make her get up. With the pup aggressive ways to wake her up, Mariya finally got up and grabbed Tsu, pulling him in for a hug,"Okay, okay! I'm awake Tsu. I'll go get ready now." She mumbled and placed Tsu down back onto the floor and headed off to get ready for whatever Tsu was trying to make her do.


After getting herself cleaned up, she went to the old closet that had been beat up but was still intact. Pulling out a pair of pants and a long but light white dress. Placing them on, she pulled on her forest-green cloak and her brown boots. Going to her desk, she placed on her spiked gloves, the spikes shined in the dim light of the room and the tips sharp as ever as if it could just kill someone just like a knife. Wrapping her belt, she placed her guns and ammo in the pouches. Lastly, she hid the two hidden blades into her sleeves whenever she was in need of them to stab. Pulling her long black hair back into a ponytail, she was ready for the day,"Now to see what the others are up to." She thought, grabbing the big bag filled with equipment.


Taking out a strip of cooked meat, she held it out towards Tsu, the small pup drooled at the scent of meat and took it greedily,"Sorry boy, fried meat will be your breakfast for today, I'll get you a better meal later okay?" Mariya said and started to head out the door, Tsu following close behind but then took the lead. Mariya just followed Tsu, Tsu guiding her to where everyone was. Once they got to where the commotion was coming from, she noticed three familiar people and smiled happily. She didn't get to hear their conversation except the last parts but at least she knew some things,"We're moving up more." She thought feeling concerned of this decision.


This was a risky task and to do this had it's pros and cons. Tsu just barked at the three people, happy to see the familiar friends of his master. Going over to the group as they all attended the truck, Mariya scooped Tsu in her arms and placed on his small pouch onto his back. The bag wrapped on Tsu-s back was specially made by Mariya herself. The bag was just an extra storage for Mariya if she ever came to something interesting and wanted to take it her experiment. Tsu was her assistant and he was very helpful for Mariya, his nose being able to scent for anything that was new or dangerous like the infected. His ears could also pick up for anything, sounds of footsteps that could belong to an infected or an animal.


Tsu may be small but his instincts and tracking senses were incredible. An excellent assistant for Mariya and even a plus that Tsu was able to fend off for himself but he was not strong enough to take on something that was bigger than him. He was well in hunting but when it comes to the infected, Mariya takes care of that. Seated in the truck, Mariya awaited till they were able to leave. Hearing Eve called out that they were good to go, making Mariya pull Tsu closer to her. Mariya wouldn't show it but she was terrified of losing Tsu, this was dangerous to bring Tsu along but Mariya needed his assist and leaving Tsu back in base would not be good either. Brushing her fingers through Tsu's soft fur, she stared out into the city with worried eyes.

"Let's hope we survive another day."

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[Facethelight]

Masaru looked back, off the tailgate of the truck seeing some of the others wastelanders start carrying over boxes. "Ah, Give'm to me, I'll stack them in the back" He said as he opened the tailgate and kneeled down grabbed one of the boxes from the men. "Seems we're getting more and more people joining up for the raid, atleast from what i'm overhearing. Atleast this means we'll probably get out of this in one piece...or atleast just missing a few, i doubt we'll lose everyone" He shook his head at his thoughts "gotta stop thinking like that, otherwise I'll be the one ending up dead, and I've came too far just to die to a zombie when im surrounded by comrades, after i survived a damn helicopter crash." He stacked the box towards the front of the bed of the truck, against the cabin where everyone sits. "How often do we find ammo out there?" He asked one of the guys as he took a box and started to stack it nice and securely. "Not that often, atleast not in the south side. What we didn't get, other people with bigger guns gott'em" He took another long breath as he checked his mags once more before he grabbed another box. "How much will 4 mags of 15 9mm rounds get me?" "A Raid or two maybe, depending on if we get a group or not, could not even use any... though thats the same chance of standing in the rain and hoping not to get wet." He stuffed the mags back into his pouch and smiled under his mask, despite not being visible. He waved his hand in thanks as he picked up another box and stacked it over. He kept loading the truck for awhile before they started to help with another truck that didn't have the help of someone staying inside stacking them.





"I wonder if it's almost time, my trigger finger ain't exactly itching, but it's tense thinking I'll either come out dead or alive... atleast in the crash I was sure of one thing, I would die. No anxiety there, i knew what was going to happen..." He rubbed his leg, a small stitch had been sewn from debris piercing through and hitting his leg from the crash. He sat down in the bed and looked up at the sky. "The sky looks so normal sometimes." He looked at the others. "If you ignore the blood and grease on some of the others, they look like normal people, not wastelanders trying to survive an apocalypse... except me. I stand out more than anyone i've seen... i'm probably one of the only survivors that used to be the military. They all should have died, we didn't know anything, yet i survived what should have been a deadly helicopter downing into a 40 story building, impaled by a rebar pole or something. Everyone died, except for me!" Out of his overflowing emotions turning sour he hit the bottom of the truck bed with his fist, making an actual dent in it. "Shit... that hurt" He shook the pain off his hand, and hopped out of the truck, awaiting when they'll start the raid

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Andree as one of the few with any medical knowledge was set to to prepare the medical supplies for the raid, a task he was working on since early morning. He needed to divide the medicine evenly among the various first aid bags for each group out on raid, a tricky task to be sure as as always supplies were limited. It was a duty that didnt make any friends as because some group will not have something for there injury which could lead to dire consequences but that didnt matter to some body already blamed for the current state of affairs. In any case, he could only what he could no matter how much more you believe you could. The though made him pause for a minute, taking a sip from some home distilled alcohol before continuing.


Once done, he gathered each bag and made his way where everyone was gathering.


"All right, mes amie, here is the first aid."He said giving them to be loaded to the truck, keeping one marked for his group."Those marked don't have a full set, you have been warned. The unlucky ones to get one, remember my first aid courses to make due. Otherwise you are screwed."

 

[AbraxasNine]

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Alice Navo


"It was hard to continue every day.. But we managed"

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It was like every other day, Alice's internal clock woke her some time before the call even came. Like a statue, the girl sat cross-legged within the middle of her made bed, a rather peaceful silence resting amongst the room as she refused to move even a muscle. Two emerald eyes remained glued to the door, simply waiting for the daily pattern to occur once more. The individual who came to her door every morning must have learned of these habits. No longer did he open the door, nor did he bother calling to her. All that greeted her within those mornings was three solid knocks. With those knocks, that solid state came to an end, raising herself up before hopping off the bed. It was like another had to give her permission to begin her day, just how much was it that Alice became dependent on such patterns?


Before John found her on one of his missions, the girl was alone. That is why she became thankful to the people who took her in, obeying every little rule. She was not as bright as others, she knew that, and it was difficult to survive alone when all one can do is fight. So perhaps it was for the best that she adopted these mannerisms, remaining on the ready for any call that may come for her. Though, don't get it wrong, Alice was not an individual to simply allow her entirety to be treated like a slave, she still held her own emotions and thoughts in the matter. She was simply grateful to them, and wished to pay them back simply by not being a burden.


Alice retrieved Viper from the desk within the room, quickly fastening the straps around her arm. She even took a moment to splay open it's wings, steadying her arm as she peered down it's length to check it's positioning before folding it back. As well, she would strap the chained weapon to her side before walking out the door. Her biters remained beside the desk, awaiting for her return. They were simply too inconvenient to carry within the safe zone, seeing as the foot pieces were not retractable, nor easily stored. If they were required for a raid, she could always simply double back to recover them.

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Three, no, maybe four hours have passed since Alice left her room the first time. People were beginning to gather for a raid, one that would reach further than they have previously. It was dangerous, a place the she could feel at least the slightest bit useful. She came to approach everyone as preparations were finishing, Biters hanging from her side as well solidly attached to her feet. She desired to help them gather the needed materials, but was at a complete loss when it came to what exactly it was they needed. So, Alice stood them, carelessly staring off into space. Her right arm scratching at her awkwardly long ears. It was an odd experience, dealing with these mutations. She could just remember how much her parents freaked out back then..

 

[Amityvillager]

". . . until we close our eyes for good."




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The last note of the song danced in the air for a moment then vanished. It was funny how the song was so right about just about everything. The silence ensuing bothered the young woman, so she began talking to herself. "Hm, looks like they do some important stuff before the raids. Well, I suppose I ought to help," Ceil told herself as she rose to her feet. She jumped over the side of the truck and nearly landed on some Frenchman. "Oh, my apologies!" she called out to him. She took the pack he handed her then continued walking. There was a mark on it, which she was about to ask what its purpose was, he enlightened everyone. "Well," she began with a chuckle, "I don't think we're screwed, we just can't make stupid mistakes." She said it more to herself, so when no one replied she wasn't the least bit surprised. Foxtrot saw a small woman struggling with a large box, so she dashed over to help before she hurt herself. They hefted the box into the back of the truck together and the woman gave her thanks before walking off again.


Foxtrot watched her go simply because her dark hair shone many different colors in the sun. Almost self consciously, she lifted a hand to her own hair gently where it met spikes matted together with grease and beeswax. A thought flitted across her mind, something about long, dark hair that the women of her family would play with and braid and brush. Her hand dropped in disappointment, knowing she wasn't as pretty as she once was. Ceil pulled herself onto the tailgate and watched a man put gas in the truck's tank. "This one's done and ready to go!" he called without looking at the girl in the back. Was she invisible or something? It kind of annoyed and offended her, although she wasn't sure why. Foxtrot looked over at the group of unfamiliar people and was a little jealous. They all talked like they knew each other. Hell, there were perfect strangers hopping in the back and conversing. She looked down at the ground, feeling as though she should have stayed in the abandoned gas station. Foxtrot had had food that would last her at least two years if she ate two meals a day, and a clear running creek was just a hundred yards away. But William took all that from her. She scowled and laid down in the truck, swinging her legs back and forth. She stared up at the clouds since she had nothing else better to do, considering her truck was fully supplied at this point. Without sitting up, she pulled Jameson from her backpack and held him to her chest so he could see the clouds, too.

"Look, that one looks like a little wolf, or maybe a big fox. What do you think, little buddy?"

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[Robin man]

Troy Lawrence Colten





Building complex 4-08 5:15 a.m


When Troy woke up there was no light showing through his window. He could tell it was before dawn. He laid there for a few minutes. He didn't want to really do anything. Same way that he's been feeling for the past six months. The reason for his recent depression he won't say. If he ever told anybody they would probably understand.


He slowly got out of bed. He started walking to the bathroom. He dragged his feet along the floor. He didn't want possibly step on anything. Especially since his haven't quite adjusted yet. When he made it to the bathroom he flipped the light switch. When the lights turned on he was instantly blinded by the light.


"Goddamit." He said angrily. He walked over to the shower he turned the hot water on. He waited for a minute and there's no water. He walked over to the mirror. When he wiped the dust in the mirror away slowly an image appeared on the mirror. It showed a 6ft flat man with black hair, brown eyes, scars all over his body, and once had the perfect smile. At least it was before the apocalypse.


Troy was suffering from depression for six months. And with out anti-deppresents around its a really tough battle for most. Troy went back to his bed to get his armor on for the day. He heard of a raid going on today. Most days he would go without question. But not today. Troy already has plans for today. He didn't where he was going for this idea. But he knows he'll be back by sunset.


He headed towards his small table where he keeps guns. He looked at his striker. It needed to polish. He put it down and then grabbed his m16. It needed ammo the most out of the three guns. He hooked onto a strap and sling it across his back. Then he grabbed his prettiest toy. His fully costumed M9 1911 Kendo RPD. He remembered the day that he got it. A few months before the apocalypse.





He loaded it with new ammunition. He put it away in its sheath. He noticed something on the table. He picked it up to look at it. It was the envelope that hr received from his wife. He placed it back on the table. He then slammed his hand as hard as he could on the table. He started to tear up. And some old memories returned of them before.


Troy got up grabbed his old shredded cape on. He didn't know why he wears it. It's just something for the undead to grab. But at the same time he didn't care. Then he headed to the roof.


Building complex roof 11:00 a.m


Troy was trying to relax. In order to do so he was smoking a cigar. This was one of the three that he has left. He sat down on the edge of the roof looking down the wasteland. He pulled out a match. He kept them hidden them on the roof under one of the fans that are on the roof. He knew if anyone saw him smoking he would have a massive at his door twenty-four seven. He didn't want that.


He looked down to see the activity going down in the streets. He noticed a few people filling up the trucks. "If I'm correct. That's the raid party." He said to himself. He could see quite a few interesting characters down there for this raid. He sat there until he finished his cigar. He stayed there watching them from above. Once all of the activity dies down that's when he'll leave for his day away.




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[Three Clubs]

As the tucks soon became ready to roll out Cog began to fall asleep. He hadn't slept last night or the night before. He soon realized he hadn't had a full nights rest since the day the barricade fell. He tried not to think about it, but as his eyes grew heavier and the fatigue rushed over him the memories became more and more vivid.


It was the south barricade that fell, a hastily established pile of tiles and picket fences. He was there when happened, as the tide of zed broke through the defenses like an unstoppable flood of flesh. Cog was frozen in place only getting a couple of hastily placed shots off before he was consumed with the rest of his friends who stood guard there. He remembered the one zed who killed him. It still had a tuff of scraggly grey hair on its head, one arm and no eyes. It fell on top of him and sunk its teeth into Cogs arm without hesitation. It had three molars, two canines, all its front teeth. Cog could still feel every single one on his arm whenever he thought it. He should have been dead. When the zed were fought back and barricade reestablished the townsfolk thought he should have been dead as well.


“He’s one of them now” “Put the bastard out of his misery” “Get em before he gets us!” the words of his friends and family still rang in his ears. Couldn't those idiots see that he was still human? That he was the only thing keeping the gates up and weapons running? The only person who could see reason was a 12 year old child who slipped him the keys to his jail cell before the mob could lynch him. He remembered the bullets striking the pavement near him as he hijacked a motorcycle and rode it over the barricades and to the safety of the wasteland. A bullet struck him in his lower back, causing him to steer straight into a mob zombie dogs.


He awoke in the truck to the sound of himself screaming. He quickly turned the scream into a battle cry “Ready to roll out and kick some ass!” trying to make his shouting sound brave and stupid instead of scared and scarred. He put on the best cocky grin he could muster, but couldn't tell if anyone bought his acting or saw straight through him. He raised his goggles over his face to hide his bloodshot eyes. He soon began to loudly hum out the music of the war song “Johnny goes marching home”, to comfort himself more than anything.

 

[Crystalline]

Location:


(for those on the raid)


North Side of New York City.


(for those who aren't on the raid)


The Wastelands.


Time:


Afternoon.


12:00 P.M.


Activities:


Raiding shops in the city.


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Evermore Holloway


Eve watched as everyone else prepared for the raid, and soon they all were ready to go. "What are we looking for, exactly?" she asked to John, who was starting up the truck she and a few others were riding in. Soon, the engine hummed to life, and he put the machine into drive. "We need to fix our water filter, for starters," he began with a shrug. "Other than that, it's the usual. Medical supplies, food, maybe even some new clothes for the kids back in the Wastelands," he listed, and soon Eve got the gist. "So supplies and a few extras if we can manage," she echoed, which led to John nodding over at her casually. "Yes," he stated, and Eve smiled excitedly in return. She didn't really like killing those monsters, being that she prefers to avoid violence entirely. However, in the world everyone lives in today, no one was given much of a choice. Now-a-days, it's kill or be killed; even between the living. However, in the Wastelands, things were relatively peaceful. They seemed to muster up a good group who obeyed the rules, though everyone knows something shady is happening in the "Death Row" towers. I wonder if the system is corrupt somewhere, she thought to herself, but immediately shook it away. Stay focused, Evermore. She scolded herself. Before she even knew it, they were nearing the south side of New York City, where they had already gathered most of their supplies from.


"Wow, we really did clear this place," she spoke her thoughts out loud as she looked through the windows of the stores. Nothing was on the shelves, and there weren't any clothes to be found. It was like anything of value was completely wiped out. John turned over to look at her, smiling a half grin. "See, I told you. I wouldn't have wanted to push to the North Side if it didn't look like this here," he stated with a sigh. "We haven't been here for a while. It seems like those monsters are starting to find their way back," he observed, noticing a few small groups within some of the shops. "If it's like this here, where we thought we wiped clean, then that must mean they're multiplying somehow," he began, but then a voice from the back seat interrupted. "They probably took out another group and made them one of them," the male voice stated. Eve didn't know his name - perhaps it was Robert, one of the older guys in the group. With a shiver, she lightly stroked the sheath which held her beloved daggers. I get the feeling that we're going to have to fight quite a bit of them this time around, she thought to herself, letting out a sigh of her own as she did so. Being in unfamiliar territory is scary, but at least we have a nice group with us. She tried seeing things from the brighter side, though the lines were appearing more and more blurred as they neared the north side of the city.


Eve could see groups of them from some of the shop windows, though some other places appeared to be vacant. "Don't they usually take cover in the bigger buildings?" She asked aloud, and John just shook his head. "Like I said, they must be growing in numbers. Perhaps there wasn't enough room for them anymore in the larger buildings," he stated, and soon parked the car at a shop that seemed safer. "We're probably going to have to fight some of these guys, but we have decent numbers, and we all have weapons. I think we can make it while salvaging some supplies," he stated, showing everyone an optimistic and reassuring smile.


"Are you guys ready?"





((I didn't want to make this post too long and already initiate the raid, just so people can converse about plans and opinions and whatnot along the drive and after John asks if everyone is ready. Once you guys get a few words in, I'll post again and start the raiding. You guys can already go inside a few shops and check them out, looking for zombies and whatnot~))

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[Facethelight]

Masaru looked over towards John, who hadn't spoken to at all since they initially found him in the crashed helicopter in one of the tall skyscraper-esque buildings. Smoke from the crash is still emitting from the fires from the copter, and noticeably a few of the floors above are missing, presumably set aflame and melted the metal, coming unhinged and falling to the streets below, no doubt crushing some of the dead, or even living if they happened to be unlucky. He was still in the back of the truck, looking out at him. After putting a few stray bullets into his mags, he called out to him.





"Damn right I'm ready." He waited until John looked over, "I used to be part of a military scout group, the guys that died alongside me, so I can scout ahead, hopefully being quiet enough not to be seen and such, and scope out the area; or atleast stay in the front and spot what others may usually miss." He hops out of the back. "I can also scavenge a bit myself from nearby cars and such for little things, like meds or small firearms while the others search around the stores. After all, being my first raid with you guys I don't want to seem like i'm completely useless huh. I have some real training, and I don't intend on it going to waste" He was sounding very optimistic and helpful despite on the inside he was cursing this day no less than any other, all because of weapons this shit had to destroy humanity as we know it, men brought the fall of men, by simply making something to be more powerful, pathetic he thought.

 

[Amityvillager]

"Hmm, I thought so, too, Jameson."




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"Hey, miss, we're getting ready to head out. Mind if you scoot?" Ceil was still clutching the tattered teddy bear to her chest and staring at the clouds when the man spoke to her. She was vaguely aware he had tried to get her attention a few times before, but she was too busy doing more important things, like pretending the monsters didn't exist and she was pretty, just like she remembered. She blinked her eyes a few times before responding with a simple "oh," then sat up and moved to the back of the truck, where she sat alone. The tailgate closed with a slam and the driver saluted her before getting in the truck with his companion, who was a woman. Ceil saw them exchange loving smiles, and was jealous, but happy for them. And happy a thing such as love could still exist in a Hell on Earth when strife and anguish rocked the world around them. The engine turned over and roared to life as the sliding window to the cab opened. The man looked at her and smiled, "Care to hold down the fort back there, Foxtrot?"





The young woman turned to him and smiled. She was pleasantly surprised he knew her name. She also forgot about the patch with her name that was sewn to her scaly backpack. "Hell, yeah, I can hold the fort down!" she affirmed with fist pump in the air. She tucked Jameson in her backpack and stood. Ceil leaned on the back of the truck and let the wind lift her short hair from her face. She closed her bright green eyes for a few moments, letting the breeze caress her face and whisper sweet nothings in her ears. Her eyes shot open as the truck slowed and rolled to a stop. After commanding her to stay in the truck, the man stepped out quietly and slowly, rifle in hand. Before Foxtrot could ask why, she saw bright orange and stripes pace into view and out again. She whispered a few choice words before sliding out of the back of the truck, which the driver commanded her not to. He held an arm out to stop her, but she pushed past him. She had no idea why she was doing what she was doing.


Katie, her katana, felt heavy against her leg. Ceil was smiling and staring at the creature, which had yet to notice her. She was close enough now she could hear its heavy footfalls and the swish of its long tail against the asphalt and cement. The woman took another step and a rock skittered from beneath her heel. She froze and the massive beast tensed and swung its amber gaze towards her. It bared its fangs as its muscles visibly rippled. Ceil found she couldn't move; she was mesmerized by this mythical animal that stood before her, ready to kill. Simultaneously, it leapt into the air from its strong hind legs as a loud crack broke the silence of the world around her. That was enough to shake her from her paralysis and she turned on her heel and fled as a thump was heard behind her. The drive dashed past her as she reached the truck. She looked back in time to see him sever the tiger's beast from its body. He wiped his military knife clean and walked back, his face clouded. She didn't really know what to say to him, so she just blurted the first thing that came to mind: "Can we keep it? The fur I mean. Don't the bones make good medicine?"





He looked at her first in anger, then incredulity, and finally he nodded. "I'll drive the truck up to it," he told her as he got in the truck. She sprinted back over to the decapitated animal and stroked its fur lovingly. She heard a strange noise and turned to see a pair of wild and scared blue eyes staring at her from a dark garage. She left the tiger as the man shut his door and the woman got out. Ceil walked slowly to the garage and peered in. Sure enough, it was a cub, clean from infection. The young woman heard the man call to her.





"C'mere, little one," Foxtrot cooed. She was somehow able to get the animal to creep out, mewling as it did so. She didn't think much of it, she only supposed it was because of her fox side. None of them had any idea of the zombies trapped in the house attached to the garage; the little guy was looking for a way out. Ceil scooped it up headed to the truck. "He's mine, no questions."

The man let out a low whistle. "Well, I'll be damned. . . ."

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[Robin man]

Troy Lawrence Colten





Building complex roof 11:05 a.m


Troy saw the trucks finally leaving for the raid. He stood up and walked over to the old fans that are still on the roof. He lifted a small piece of tile up and it revealed a small compartment. He placed his cigar box in and closed the compartment and headed to the stairs.


He was interrupted by a man. Troy waved at him. The man waved back and walked over to where Troy was sitting. Troy was watching him. He wanted to make sure that he won't find his cigar box. His heart rate was increasing he felt a drop of sweat going down his head. A tension filled minute later and the man headed back downstairs. Troy exhaled in relieve. His secret is still safe. For now.


With Troy finally calming down he headed down stairs. He was greeted by few people on the way. Some people that he known for a while. And some people that he don't know at all. On the second floor he was stopped by another man. This man was about two inches taller then Troy, full head of blonde hair, the blue eyes, for a forty year old he looked a lot younger. He actually knows this man. This guy was his best friend Jack. Him and Jack had known each other before the apocalypse.


Jack waved him over. "Hey Troy! Can you come here for a second?" Troy walked over to see what he needed. "Hey man. I need to show you something that I found when I was looking through some of the old buildings." Troy was interested. He gave Jack a hand motion to show him. Jack looked around to make sure it was all clear. He put his hand in his pocket. He pulled out a flashlight.


Troys eyes widened at the flashlight. "I figured that this seems useful for your plan today." He placed the flashlight in Troys hand. "There you go. And good luck." Troy gave him a nod. Jack looked around to make sure that no one was watching again. "Alright I'll see you around my old friend." Then Jack opened the door for his apartment and shut the door behind him. Troy looked at the flashlight again. Troy put the flashlight in his pocket. He continued down to the first floor.


The street in front of the building complex Wastelands 11:40 a.m.


Troy finally made it to the streets of the wasteland. It was of course full of people going to their daily duties. He looked down the street to see the trucks. They were gone. Troy let out smiled. This means his plans can go into action. He headed to the sewer entrance at the south side of the wastelands.


He was greeted by more people. And one of those people another friend of his. This guy was shorter then him by a few inches, red hair, a scar over his right eye, and he was a few years younger then Troy. That guy was Ned. Troy only known Ned for about a year now and considers him a friend. Ned stopped Troy for a quick discussion. He whispered to him. "Hey Troy I heard you were leaving the wasteland by yourself today."


Troy looked around to make sure that he wasn't being watched. When he saw that the coast was clear he looked at Ned and nodded. Ned smiled with the news. "I hope this isn't to much. But um. While your out there. Can you try to find some cigarettes?" Troy looked at Ned disappointed. "Look Troy I know I quit a while back. But with the stress at home lately with the wife. And the baby coming in a few months. I need something to help. I don't expect you to be able to bu..."





Troy interrupted him and gave him a thumbs up. Ned smiled. "Thank you Troy. I'll be happy if you at least look. Alright we'll see you later." And Ned walked towards the garden. Troy went back to walking to his objective.


Southern sewer entrance wastelands 12:12 p.m.


Troy finally made it to his first objective location. He looked around to see if anyone have been following him. All clear from the looks of it. Troy lifted the sewer grate. The smell of rot, and death hit his nose instantly. Troy gagged at the stench and near dropped the grate. Troy didn't want to do this. But he had to see. He put his foot on the first rung on the ladder. He pulled out his flashlight and turned it on.


He put in his mouth to Make sure that he can get down without trouble. He slowly descended down into the darkness. The grate fully closed when he was half way down the ladder. Now his little light is his only source of light.


He made it to the bottom of the ladder he looked around. He reached for his back pocket and pulled out a map. More precisely a map of the sewer system. He looked at the map until he found the spot that was circled. Troy looked at his options. A minute later he finally started his little adventure in the sewer.

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[Dead]

The Wastelands - Outside Border | John | Concern, Wary |

Clothes of the day

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Mariya jumped at the slight movement from the truck being turned on, the engine making a soft rumbling sound. Watching her surrounding now starting to move, she pulled out her gun and started to load it getting ready for anything that came at them. Tsu had jumped off her lap and was laying on her feet, playing with her laces on her boots. Mariya paid no attention to it and continued to clip on the small bullets into her loader until it was full, snapping the box back on. She slipped the gun back into her pouch.


She was now ready, ready to shoot at anything that came at her whether they were going to harm her or not, she was not going to trust anyone except her teammates. Now paying Tsu some attention, she giggled and rubbed his ears,"We'll be done soon Tsu, stay close okay?" She whispered to him softly and moved her hands away from him to look out through the window once more. It seemed that the place was becoming more occupied with the infected, seeing the group in some of the stores,"Seems they really did increased. Poor souls." She thought sadly and watched as they all walked around, some with their eyes dead with no pupils.


The sight of the infected was disgusting and it made Mariya sick to her stomach. She had done this kind of work many times but it seemed she still haven't got used to it. Turning away from the shops, she stared at the two up front as they started to have a conversation about the infected. Gripping at her dress, John turned to them and gave them a reassuring smile and asking if they were ready. Taking a deep breath, Mariya nodded, returning the smile with a small one,"Ready as ever." She said and pulled her bag on and clipping the belt securely around her waist.

 

[AbraxasNine]

Alice Navo


"It's not that I don't remember, I simply can't find myself thinking about it."

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Alice situated herself in the back of the truck, tucking to one of the corners against the cab. The luxury of sitting half comfortably simply didn't suit her, nor did the idea even dawn upon her. Instead, the girl crouched, a single knee resting within the grooves of the bed whilst the other foot remained planted. From her position the girl was prepared to launch herself over the passenger side. But what's more, it allowed her to see over the cab rather than be stuck looking through her. She hated to admit it, but the girl actually came to enjoy the the outings. Though they were dangerous, it strangely brought the others closer, as well it allowed her to see exactly how wide scale this pandemic was. And perhaps, just perhaps she came to like the breeze that came to greet her as if nothing was actually wrong with the world. 'I wonder... If my life brings use to them.'


The thought came without warning, managing to bring about a hidden depression amongst the girl. Of course she could not allow her own battles to interfere with the other's current emotional state. After all, they were about to be putting their own lives in danger and needed that state of clarity for what is to come. But, that thought ate away at her as she had to contemplate exactly what difference her life meant between the living and the dead. All she could do was physically protect another from harm, hell, she hardly even knew the difference between medicines. So in the end, she was simply another weapon against the enemy. Even if she was committed to serve another, what was the point in having a servant within these wastelands? She had no use, she had no common knowledge, just what was she to do within these times except fight? What was to come if this plague ever ended, just where was it that she belonged within this world? Even before it all started, she simply continued on, trying everything she could to hear a praise come from those hardened parents. Just what was her purpose?


'For that reason alone, must I survive?.' Alice lowered her frame, her Biters clanking against the metal of the truck bed as she peered through the back window at those in the cab. If her purpose of survival was to find her use, what was theirs? Not that it mattered, so long as they held some form of resolve to carry on their lives, it was simple curiosity to see whether or not she was the only one fighting her own will. 'Thoughts for another time I suppose', the girl could feel the vehicle decelerate before coming to a complete stop. Her eyes rested on the shop as she vaulted over the railing along the bed, arm's quickly hooking through the Biters as she came to land on the ground. She was quick to position herself between the truck and the building, but not standing so far as to allow a flanking. If the engine came to roar she would still be able to reach back around to the lining of the truck. After all, despite her desire to protect the individuals for a safe unloading of the vehicle, she didn't want to be left behind if the driver decided to leave in a hurry.

 

[swampishpetrichor]

VEGA MILAN

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Vega woke up without complaint. She got dressed in her usual outfit. She only had four outfits, so it was something you would have seen on her usually with this weather. Surprisingly, the clothes were kept well maintained, though there was some stains. It was because she had soap herbs which had cleaned her clothing well. She hadn't told anyone because she didn't think it was a big deal. She pulled on her black leggings and long, cream peasant shit which had a low v-neck, but was tied. Vega slipped on her black combat boots that were worn. She pulled a makeshift brush through her long, auburn hair, and tied it into a high, curly ponytail.


She found a small water bottle on her desk, and splashed some of it in her hands, and wiped her face clean. She screwed the cap back on the plastic bottle. She stepped out of the room, and headed to the breakfast area, and took a plate of her food, and took fruit of her choice. Being the sly fox she was, she took one extra with her nimble fingers that were meant for thieving. The foul-mouthed cook had caught a glimpse of her, and castigated her across the back of her head with a frying pan. She giggled, and popped the fruit back onto the table, and shoved her plate of food in her mouth, eating quickly once she ran off and heard of the raid. Excited, giddy, ecstatic. --Whatever you'd like to call it. She was it, as she boarded the truck next to the girl holding the blue scarfed dog. Soon enough, they had reached the city, and snooped around. She wasn't ordered to do something yet, so she just waited.

 

[Crystalline]

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


The First Raid!

Okay, guys.


This is what I have planned for the raid.


First of all, we're all going to travel in one large group. Why? Well, because the more numbers we have, the better off we are if we run into a group of zombies. Yes, there is the downfall of a lot of noise attracting a group that may be lurking within a shop, however - John will make a point for everyone to be quiet. It's all about grabbing what we need and getting out as soon as...

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Read the rest of this update entry... 

Location:


South-Side of NYC.


Time:


Afternoon.


1:00 P.M.


Activities:


Raiding shops in the city.


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Evermore Holloway


Eve smiled over at John as he asked if everyone was ready. "Ready as ever," she stated at the same time as Mariya, and with a laugh, she also flashed a grin over to her. "Let's get what we need and get out," Eve spoke optimistically as she grabbed a messenger bag and threw the strap over her shoulder. She was all geared up and ready to grab what they needed, so she gladly followed John into the first small shop. Most people were in separate groups right now, being that there were multiple trucks running about, but John didn't seem to mind it just yet. "When are we going to call the others?" Eve asked in a whispered tone curiously, walking into the shop cautiously as she did so. John let out a sigh as he pointed his pistols steadily ahead of them, moving them according to every turn he went down. "Probably when we clear these smaller shops. If things go well, perhaps we can try for a larger convenience store or something. Small, but more various supplies to choose from," he grinned when he saw the coast was clear. "Clear," he stated as he lowered his pistol and walked in. There wasn't a group here in this shop, thankfully.


Eve proceeded through the rows of the store, taking things like medicine and canned food for supplies. She was sure John and a couple others were handling the things they'd need to fix the water filter, or perhaps they'd get lucky and just find a purifier themselves. Who knows? Her job was simply to get the basics, like she always did. So, she loaded up her bag with food and medicinal items, and once her bag was half-full, she decided to grab one of the plastic bags the store used to provide to their customers. There were still bundles of them left, so she filled up one of them and carried it in one of her hands. I think that's enough for now, she decided, and then put the plastic bag back into the truck they came in. While she was outside of the store, she waited for everyone else to finish gathering while watching their backs. She could see a small group of zombies trapped in a store not too far from them, so she knew that they'd run into a small group sooner or later. This is almost going too smoothly, she thought, a bit puzzled.





Though, she didn't want to question her good luck so far. Instead, she decided to be grateful. Soon enough, John came out with a water purifier, and that brought a smile to Eve's face. "Good job," she stated with a smile. "Are you going to leave it in the truck or take it with us?" she asked, which made John's expression grow questioning. "I suppose I'll take it with. It's not that heavy, and I may find something better in the next store," he stated in that optimistic tone of his. Eve felt refreshed; it was like John was that big brother figure to everyone. With an accepting nod, she motioned to the doors of the store. "I got enough supplies. It seems like this store wasn't hit all that much, because there was plenty of food left," she stated. John grinned at this fact, seemingly pleased with the information. "That means everyone should be done gathering soon," he began, and then cupped his hands over his mouth to call inside the store. Being that he knew it was empty, he knew he didn't have to worry about the noise. "Alright guys, pick it up! We're moving on to the next shop!"





With that, John looked around for their next target. He walked down the road, knowing that the others would soon be following. "Bring your backpacks and messenger bags with you, but leave any plastic bags you used," he stated, referring to the extra supplies. It'd only weigh everyone down, so John figured it'd be better to leave a few things in the truck. "Only take what's important," he ordered in a friendly fashion, being that he knew that there may come a moment when they'd have to flee. He always preferred being prepared for the worst, and he was also beginning to think that things were going too smoothly. They were in completely unfamiliar territory, after all; they should have run into conflict by now. However, John also decided not to underestimate his crew. He knew how strong and capable everyone was; even if they ran into a group, with numbers, they were stronger. "Speaking of numbers," he finished off his thoughts and got out his walkie-talkie. He noticed a convenience store in the distance, and as he walked towards it, most of the other shops appeared empty. It seems the one they just hit was the only supplied one.





"Hey, guys," he spoke into the tiny machine. "I want to hit this store. It's a big bigger than the other stores around here, so I want us all to be together. Meet us there; it's called Bob's Convenience Store." He stated, and then put the walkie-talkie away after hearing a few, "Yes, sir!"s and "Be right there!"s. They were getting further and further away from the trucks, which made John a little more careful and cautious. "Is it worth it? Do you think we'll find anything good?" John asked aloud, and Eve placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Her pink ears twitched cutely while her tail waved back and forth gracefully. "Don't worry, John. It's not like you're going in alone," she stated, which got a smile out of him. "You're right," he stated, giving her head a little ruffle as he continued on out. He looked back towards everyone, making sure they were all with him. "Alright guys. We're going to hit this store once everyone else gets here. Prepare yourselves; we have no idea what's in there yet, but all the rest of these places are empty."





"Are you guys up for it?" Eve questioned, smiling back towards everyone in a sweet, friendly fashion.

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[Three Clubs]

Cog ignored any food or medical supplies he found during the initial search. Instead he kept an eye out for anything that shined and had a gear in it. He even took the time to take apart a store register to scrap any of the small components that still worked. The simple minded tended not to realize when machine break it is because of the small springs and conductors. He was surprised how well he could see when stalking through the dimly lit stores. In fact all his senses seemed to be sharper then usual, a fact that became evident when Cog soon became able to identify party members by foot steps and smell. "Must be all this adrenalin" he convinced himself. As if on cue his ears started to twitch reminding him that there was something going on with him, but Cog preferred to not think about that. Instead he focused his attention on the filter John found. "Excuse me sir, mind if I take a look?" it looked alright from the outside, but all the important parts could be missing for all he knew. "Of course" John replied and handed the device over carefully.





Cog shuffled along with the group as he took a screw driver from his pouch and began a quick examination. It wasn't top on the line that was for sure. It was a bit decayed but all the parts were there and any filtered water should be drinkable. With a couple of the spare parts from the old one he should be able to make a working filter in no time. He gave this report to John as he handed it back. "Good to hear, keep an eye out for anything else that may be useful. Try not to weigh yourself down too much as well." John finished and returned to his conversation with another member of the party. The latter part fell on deaf ears and Cog continued to grab and scavenge any metal bits he could get his hands on. So far he was able to obtain a large amount of gears, metal plates, springs/screws, and even a working Beretta pistol from abandoned police car, but with no ammo. Surprisingly he didn't feel that overburdened considering all the weight he was carrying. He was never though himself one of the stronger men in town. In fact he was one of the weaker,relying on brains rather than brawn, but now he felt he could carry the whole world on his shoulders. He had never felt so good in his life so when the question of raiding the convenience store came up he didn't hesitate to cheer "Ready to rock mam!" He felt so good he even left his position in the safe middle of the group and ran ahead to join the vanguard at the front, sledge at the ready and grin on his face.

 

[Azukai]

Magus' resorted to a usual morning routine of simply observing the preparations for a raid after failing to convince John to a side of sense. While John always had the interest of the group at hand, he could be a stubborn individual at times, especially in realizing the finer details that incorporated ones life. Certainly supplies were a necessary evil for the ever growing Wastelands, but in their current state, the camp was hardly endangered from the finer necessities of life. Unlike himself, many others treasured their life above all others aspects and asking them to continually raid was certain to take a toll on their mental stability. Though it was times like this that made Magus wonder just how the other survived prior to arriving at the settlement. Everyone in the camp had to have come from much worse times than this. It was as if the people had become spoiled off the small blessings they had experienced in their short time within the settlement.


Setting aside his finished breakfast, Magus let out a deep sigh in response to the negative thoughts he was experiencing. No matter his views the party would head out with or without his presence, and while they were still preparing the necessary supplies, he could use this time to restock a few of his own from his room. While many others chose to travel light, Magus was quite peculiar in terms of his existence. Not only was his outward appearance bulky, knowledge of his eight chakrams, two deer horn knives, a small set of medical supplies, a canteen of water, and finally his pipe with herbs only seemed to further weigh down the individual in the eyes of others. Returning in time to board the vehicle as preparations were coming to a close, Magus cracked his nearby window and lit his pipe without regard for others in the vicinity. Rather than consist of what he believed to be toxic material like tobacco, Magus preferred the like of handpicked herbs which would at the least bring about a pleasant aroma, and in his mind, beneficial effects to those experiencing his smoke's byproduct.


It was after Eve finally boarded the vehicle that Magus halted his smoke out of respect for her heightened senses as a hybrid, and simply spent the remainder of the trip silently listening to the conversation between his acquaintance and John. Much like Eve, Magus was also surprised that the locals had once more made their way into the south side of the city. The lower parts that he explored earlier had been quite empty, yet the deeper they traversed, the more locals crawled in the shadows without regard for their party.


With the arrival of their location, Magus heard John question the readiness of each member, and while they all excitable agreed favorably, Magus simply remained silent as he once again lit his pipe and quietly followed in the shadows of John and Eve. With the job of a forager, Magus' focus was on the overrun nature and the protection of his companions rather than actively transferring the local supplies, but it didn't stop him from helping himself to a few personal goods and the acquisition of medicine supplies as they ravaged the smaller stores of the area.


Once the majority of local stores had been hit, John revealed his final plan of raiding the nearby convenience store, and as always Magus couldn't stop himself from sighing in direct opposition to the plan. Although lower than normal, the amount of supplies gathered was significantly better than the last few raids in the south side. They had been graced without an incident of a fight, and this moment was a favorable one to call it a day and depart while they were ahead. As John began to question his own decision, Magus opened his mouth to resent the idea, but Eve, who was standing by his side, was faster in reassuring him of his decision. Although it was now in his best interest to remain silent, as the hybrid girl stirred commotion of agreement among the crowd, the words of his annoyance still formed from his mouth.


"There will always be enough for our camp's needs, yet for some reason there is never enough to satisfy the greed."


Magus remembered his words as a quote from his life before, and as the very thought of that life crossed his mind, several chuckles were brought to his self. After replacing the pipe in his mouth and firmly clenching it with his teeth, Magus then proceeded to retrieve two chakrams that he slowly began spinning on each index finger in anticipation of the store to come. Enclosed spaces meant shadows, and shadows meant locals. Large enclosed spaces meant a lot shadows, and a lot of shadows meant a lot of locals. It was common sense, yet why couldn't his group understand this once and a while.

 

[Facethelight]

After taking things from a few cars that were left around, Masaru heard about johns plan through his built-in radio within his helmet, and started to make his way over to him and the convenience store. As he looked around within stores there were a few zombie's here and there, but as he made his way over towards the store he noticed more and more within the side shops. With john, eve, and cog in sight, the store soon followed, Masaru was getting a little worried; "Hey guys, don't you think the closer we get to the store, the areas around us are getting more populated with those zombies? They're too far to notice us, but in the stores even the next street over are gaining more and more zombies the closer we get." Masaru grabbed his pistol and held it tightly, ready to shoot anything hostile. Though being a military soldier, his hand shook with his pistol in hand, and within good reason too, the store was large enough he knew there was going to be an issue or two, just hopefully not one of those being a casualty.


"The stores around us are seeming quite empty, I'm thinking maybe people were held up in the store and took the supplies from the surrounding cars and stores, even some of the cars i looked in had things blatantly opened and scavenged; the stores got more empty and barren as we get closer. I wouldn't normally see this as a problem, but there isn't much signs of any other of the living..." His voice was getting quieter as he went on, but swallowed down what saliva was building in his throat. "I'm not sure on my theory, but if its correct, whatever's in that store overthrew whoever was surviving in it, which means a lot of them. I'm not opposed from going in there, but we should definitely be more careful than we've been." He looked at eve in hopes she got the warning, since she looked like she was second in charge right under John. "Though, as I said, I can be completely wrong, but I've had to learn about certain signs in my training, and it's not looking that good"

 

[Robin man]

Troy Lawrence Colten


Sewers 1:00 pm


Troy has been walking along the maze that's called the sewers. He has no idea how


long he's been down here. Kinda hard when there's no sun to look at. Troy was also getting accustomed to the horrible smell of the sewers. He kept thinking that it would've been better if he went with the raid group into the city. But he didn't want anyone to know what he's been up too. Then he had a sudden flash back.





Middle of a Raid


Two months ago


Troy was looking through a old apartment building. Him and two other people were on the third floor. The men going into room across while Troy was going in another room alone. Before they went into their rooms Troy hold out his hand with three fingers up. Then two. And finally one and he mouthed go. Both groups slowly opened the doors.





At first it looked there was nothing in the apartment. Oh but he was wrong. When he walked into the living room he found something interesting on the small coffee table. It looked like a note. He checked it out. It was a envelope that had Troys name on it.





One of the men called for Troy.





Troy snapped back into reality when he heard his walkie talkie going off. He tried to shut it off. He pulled out the batteries after the message was sent out. When he did so he heard a growl coming from the darkness. He pointed his flashlight in the direction. What he saw made his heart skipped a few beats. It was undead hound. He hasn't see one since the start.


He then heard two more growls coming from the side. He shined his flashlight. It showed two more across the river of filth. Troy looked around his surroundings and he saw the ladder he need to go to ten feet behind him. He was thinking if he can even make it that far without getting eaten.


He slowly pulled out his pistol and slowly backed up to the ladder. The dogs kept looking at him growling watching his every move. When he was five feet away the dogs then charged for him. Troy ran to the ladder and climbed up. One dog jumped and nearly bit his foot.


Troy climbed to the surface. He closed the grate. Taking a few deep breaths of fresh air. He looked around to see his surroundings to see where he was. He saw a street sign. It was the right street. He noticed that they were familiar people down the street. It was the raid group. "That's the store I needed to go to." He thought to himself. He started to walk towards the group.

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[Pequeno Burraidh]

(If this post is bad, or if you want Shard to have a different intro, let me know and I'll delete this one and redo it.)


Shard rested easily in her roost, ignoring the screams for mercy and the moans of zekes at six and thirteen feet below her respectively, she watched through a nearby broken window at the small group of people wandering outside.


Really, it was meaning one of two things for her.


They were either a group of well meaning people that had gathered in numbers for the betterment of all. Civil people living in a somewhat civil society. People she would very much like to meet.


Or they were like the man she had at the end of his rope.


"Please, please oh please oh please oh please. Just pull me up, I won't do it again I promise I promise I promise. Please just don't let them ge-"


Shard grinned as the man let out a sudden scream of terror as she let him drop another foot towards the lurching crowds of zekes below him.


"Tell you what," started Shard as she began spinning her karambit about, "You keep hanging about for a while longer, and I'm going to go gather some supplies."


"But you can't just leave me here! It's insane! Please, I don't want to die! Please!"


Shrugging, Shard began clambering amongst the trusses as the man continued to sob behind her. As she started to climb down, the zekes all focused on her bait, he screamed in outrage.


"What is wrong with you!"


Spinning about and wordlessly nocking an arrow, Shard let fly a moment later and watched as her arrow cut through the rope and let 'Bait' fall into the clutches of what would be his killers. Without a single ounce of remorse, Shard muttered "Well, I don't trap, kill and abuse innocent people, so that's not it." before heading outside to trail after the group she had seen minutes earlier.

 

[Crystalline]

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


Wasteland Room Placements!

Alright, guys. I want you all to be able to access this information easily, so I'll go ahead and post the room information here. If you'd like a room change, just shoot me a message and we can talk about it. ^^


Now, in case you forgot how the rooms work, I'll sum it up for you. There are ten total complexes in the Wastelands, which resemble run-down apartments. There are vines growing and the windows are sometimes dusty and cracked, but what's to be expected in an apocalypse?...

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Read the rest of this update entry...

 

[Dead]

The Wastelands - Outside Border | John | Concern, Wary |

Clothes of the day
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The hunt was on, Mariya and Tsu jumping out of the truck with the rest. Mariya kept a good eye out for any infected souls around but it seemed most of them were trapped in stores or hiding from the light. Tsu also stood close by to Mariya's side, his ears picking up on anything unusual near them but it seemed most of the zombies were far away so they were safe. Tsu giving a soft growl, a way of saying the coast was clear. Hearing the signal, Mariya made her move into the store and started grabbing the things needed, Tsu helping along the scavenge for supplies.


The only things needed at the moment was food and medical equipment, the other things could also be taken but was not needed at the moment. Going over to one aisle, Mariya placed her gun away and started to search for some canned foods that haven't gone spoiled yet. Turning a corner, there lying on a shelf were many canned foods; beans, fruits, and many other foods. Checking the dates of the cans, it seemed most of them were still good and wasting no time, Mariya had cleared off the counter leaving nothing untouched.


Once she got that done, she made her way to the aisle of medicine and other medical equipment. Luckily there were still some medicine and bandages that were not touched, putting them into her bag. Luckily, she bought a big bag so she still had enough space to take in more before she couldn't carry anymore. Her stamina was still in good shape but anymore and she would be holding the group down with her heavy load,"Better put these in the truck now." Mariya thought and zipped up her bag shut.


Throwing it over her shoulder, Tsu popped out of the corner and came to Mariya. There was something in his mouth, a stuffed bear that he found in a corner. Mariya stared at the bear and held her hand out for Tsu to spit the bear out of his mouth. Mariya held the small bear in her hand and frowned, the bear must have belong to a girl seeing it was worn out and it's arm missing,"Poor child." Mariya mumbled and held the bear close to her chest, saying a few prayers and placed the bear on the counter along with a can of peaches,"Leaving this for a child who could already be dead, I'm too nice." Mariya thought and turned on her heels, leaving the bear and can behind.


Placing her backpack in the truck, she jumped slightly at the feeling of something vibrating in her pocket. Pulling the small talking device out of her pocket, she pressing the button to speak,"Roger, I'll be there in a bit." Mariya replied and opened her flap of her backpack, taking out a messenger bag. Pulling it over her shoulder, she turned to Tsu and smiled,"Tsu, stay here and guard the truck for us okay? I'll be back soon." Mariya said, getting a feeling that it was best to leave Tsu behind this time,"Be good." Mariya said, rubbing his ear and shut the door closed, Tsu watching his master leave him behind in the truck.


Walking down the street towards the shop, Mariya stared at the sign and giggled softly at how the name was quite cliche,"Bob's Convenience Store, what a name." Mariya spoke to no one in particular but she had no time to laugh, getting her gun out and her blade ready, awaiting for John and Eve to lead the way into the store. Though the store name seemed friendly, the store gave off a sinister feeling that made Mariya shiver,"I have a bad feeling about this." Mariya spoke up to the group, warning them just in case but everywhere was dangerous, there was no such thing as "safety" in this world. Safety was only now just a word people use to keep their hopes up for a better day.

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

Watching the group from the shadows of an alleyway, Shard sighed as she saw them making their way towards Bob's Convenience Store. The place hadn't once been ransacked, and for a very valid reason. Locked inside was a swarm of zekes.


It had actually been a clever ploy on Shard's part. Lock most of the zekes in one store, and then promptly make use of the supplies in the other stores. Even better was how well the store served as bait to ambush raiders that tried to use the store as bait to ambush survivors. Only this lot wasn't a bunch of raiders, so there was that important detail.


Grabbing onto one of the many preplaced ropes that led to the roofs, Shard quickly scaled the wall and began moving towards Bob's via rooftop. With a excessively unrealistic amount of luck, she could intercept and stop the group. With a lot of luck she could make sure they all got away safely. With just some luck, she'd make sure that some got away safely, and with really simple, basic luck, she'd have a pregathered set of supplies to loot from within the next hour or so.


The first options would be nice, but the last option had it's perks and uses too, really.


"Nothing personal."

 

[Crystalline]

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.::Evermore Holloway::.

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Evermore looked over the shop, and it was too run down, dusty, and raggedy to make any view through it from the windows. It was very shadowed and opaque, so she was absolutely sure she'd be fighting some zombies in there. "Are you sure we should go in there, John? Is there anything we really need?" she questioned him, and she could hear a few others stating bad feelings and showing hesitation, as well. However, everyone continued to follow John. Apparently he had that much of an influence--which was good, but, at the same time, could result in some bloodshed. John seemed to know this to, and his expression began to appear questioning. "I really want to see if they have anything to help our fence, and to see if there's a better water filter," he began with a sigh, "I don't know if you've all noticed, but on a cloudy or rainy day, that fence won't hold for as long. With all these zombies we've been seeing, we may need an extra push to protect all the rest back at home," he began. Everyone knew that, though John can be a clown at times, he's usually always thinking of the well-being of himself and others--and mainly others. "If there's something in there that the other smaller stores wouldn't have, then I think it's worth trying to find if it'll keep the Wastelands safe," he stated, and with that, he approached the front of the store.


He began scoping out the place, trying to see something through the windows. He let out a 'ch' sound with a click of his tongue to his teeth, showing a little bit of aggravation as he realized he couldn't make any images out. "Can't see a damn thing," he let out a small irritated grunt, but maintained a calm and friendly composure. "Alright. Well, if there really is something in there, it's nothing we can't handle as a group," he began, showing everyone a reassuring smile, "And, even if it was, there's always the option to run back into the sun right out here," he stated. There wasn't a cloud to be seen, and the space where they stood outside of the shops was very well-lit. Eve noticed this, and it reassured her quite a bit to realize. These guys couldn't go into sunlight, and they had enough common sense to not just run out into it whether there was "food" there or not. So, with a sigh and a nod, Eve agreed to go inside. "I'm in," she stated, and then made her way besides John. It seemed like nearly everyone was here, and that was enough to comfortably take a risk. If it was to better the safety of the Wastelands, then she figured it was worth it. And, even if it turned out not to be, everyone could always flee to safety. The only problem she noticed was that their trucks were too far away to flee immediately.





I'm sure it won't be bad enough to where we can't just walk back to the trucks.. Zombies can't shake us up that much, right? Eve wondered to herself, but immediately shook the thought away. If worse comes to worse and I can't run, I can just hide in my small cat form until it all dies down, she concluded. Being a kitten when she changes, she can fit into really small spaces where they can't reach her. Besides, the zombies aren't ones smart enough to play hide and seek. They usually just follow their noses, and they normally go after the bigger and livelier prey. With that thought in mind, she also began looking through the windows and scoped. Seeing that it was hopeless, they might as well just charge on in. "Ready when you are," she spoke to John, who nodded at her with a grin before opening the door to the store. "Alright, guys. Let's go," he began, and walked inside with his guns at the ready. As soon as he walked in, there was nothing there. His brows raised in surprise, for he was expecting a swarm of zombies to appear. "What the hell?" he began as he turned and looked around the corners of the isles. "There's.. There's nothing in here," Eve finished his thoughts like a little sister would. She and John exchanged puzzled glances as they continued on into the store, assuming everyone was following on behind them.





"Well.. I guess we can all start searching for useful items," John began with a grin, and set off on the search. "Stay close together," he warned, "And don't stray too far from the group." Evermore nodded, and then she began walking down the isles with a few others by her side. She gathered batteries for things like flashlights, and she decided to grab better medicine than the other stores carried. She was tempted to raid the pharmacy near by, and she couldn't quite resist. Those with her agreed, so they followed her on over. "You don't have to, Robert, Liz, Jo-Jo," she began towards them with a smile. "It's alright, I'd feel safer if I stuck with you," Jo-Jo playfully winked. Liz hit him on the shoulder afterwards. This made Eve blush a little bit, but she decided to brush it off with a small laugh. "Well, I am tougher than you," Eve teased, causing them all to laugh softly and kindly. They then began walking towards the pharmacy. It all seemed great, for the key to the back was just lying about, and they appeared to be fully stocked. "This almost seems too--" Eve began, but then she felt warm liquid splatter over her face. With wide, shocked eyes, she turned over to see Jo-Jo's body completely cut in half, and there was an impossibly large zombie--holding an equally massive AX of all things--standing right beside them.





"E-Easy.." Eve finished under her breath.





"John!! Everyone!! Run!!" Liz and Robert shouted at the top of their lungs. Eve was left there in shock for a moment as she looked upon the beast, wondering how it was able to wield a weapon. None of the zombies before had an intellect high enough to do so. Not to mention, where the hell did it come from? It wasn't until then that Eve noticed a door on the ground that was open, and more zombies--with downright disgusting mutations coming out of their mouths--were coming out of it. Also, these medicines.. They didn't appear normal. "What the--" she began, but then Liz grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the pharmacy. She pushed her out of the way as she attempted to lock the door, trying to keep the monster inside, but the monster plowed right through it with his insane strength. He even took out some of the wall in the process. Liz was knocked back and hit her head on the corner of the counter. She was bleeding, and she was also knocked out cold. "Someone, help me!" Eve cried out as she dragged Liz's body out of the way of the over-sized ax. Eve could smell the stench of blood in the air, and she couldn't even bring herself to look at Jo-Jo's body a second time. From what she remembered, it was spouting out blood like a miniature fountain, and his insides were splattered about.. Oh, she couldn't even bear the thought of it. It was absolutely gruesome.


Guess Eve was tougher than him, after all.


She wanted to bawl her eyes out.