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Realistic or Modern Necrotis Regenum

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The year is 2023. It has been almost three months since the plague began, threatening global life as it rears its sneering, putrid face across the globe. Africa has already fallen, South and Central America has become victim to political volatility and the society of Asia is on the brink of collapse. Australia almost immediately closed its doors when the virus became too widespread to contain, and despite North America suffering casualties, Canada and most of the United States northward of Alabama has remained controlled, if unstable.


It began in the Autumn of 2023. Actually, it started much earlier than that but the public began to hear and it became unclassified sometime in that timeframe. In North Carolina, the disease was viewed similarly to Ebola. Despite its lethality, it could hardly reach the US. And even if it did, clearly our medicines and treatments could eradicate it, right?


It started in Argentina. It was slow and subtle at first, only betraying bronchitis-like symptoms such as coughing and fatigue, maybe a bit of diarrhea. By the time the symptoms became severe, almost three thousand had been infected. They were immediately hospitalized and most doctors treated it as some sort of spontaneous cancer. It was baffling, but they had no better conclusions.


By the time the subjects became cannibalistic and deranged, half of a hundred thousand were infected. For a week or so, we were uncommunicative about this revelation. Within days cases began to source over in Africa, and it was a bloody disaster. It had reached the international news by now and yet only figures such as twenty or thirty thousand reached us in NC. The disease had some trouble fighting through Mexican for the greater part of a month, but by that time a tenth of Africa's and South America's population was considered 'deceased' according to some deep-web sites.


Australia had apparently taken great concern over this matter and temporarily suspended all incoming flights. The North American population was concerned and confounded over the issue, until cases popped up in Texas. This was the first real taste of the disease and nobody could stop the news from circulating. Everybody freaked out and dozens of thousands of people book flights to various countries, but were mortified to find out almost every route was denied. This was the time when riots began to appear, at the precipice of Summer. The plague was temporarily halted in Texas and New Mexico, and everybody's eyes and ears turned towards the outside.


Africa was ravaged by now, half of all native Africans dead and another fourth infected. The majority of South America was in anarchy, but certain countries such as Chile held strong despite incalculable fear and disastrous damage. The last official flight to or from Australia was a month ago by now but they were presumed to be safe, more or less. Asia was being eaten up and China along India had suffered an almost fifty percent death toll yet still somehow trudged on. Outside of them, most Asian countries were scared witless but almost unscathed. Europe was  the only continent with their shit actually together with less than a zero-point-zero-zero-zero-three percent infection rate and somewhat steady business. It was a little over two months by now.


Today marks the 80th day since the first reported case of what has been dubbed 'Necrotis Regenum', the day that the president of the United States, George D. Hemschfeld, has officially declared martial law. Now all citizens have a mandatory meetup at their city hall, for what nobody knows.


God be with us


For a recap, everybody starts in North Carolina. Preferably in the city of Charlotte, but we'll all meet up eventually. Currently, everybody has been officially appointed at the city hall of Charlotte within the next ninety-six hours. Beyond that time, everybody will be on a shoot-on-sight protocol unless they've registered with the city hall.
 
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@coold00d12


@tiedyedunicorn


@AdorkableAuk


@NemoTheSurvivor


@ElDuderino


(Since my two characters haven't interacted with anybody yet and are close together, I'm going to combine them for now.)


Nikolai and Emilia were both in a sort of dream world. They were in a barren landscape with civilization far beyond the horizon and only a dark, ominous sheet of clouds lingered above. It swirled and swirled until the pressure could be felt a mile away. Then it slowly began to descend.


Lightning intermingled among the clouds, creating a spiderweb of light purple yet never touching the ground. As the forming tornado struck the ground, a shockwave emanated, wiping them both clean off their feet. Nikolai stood again, ready to hopelessly face this abomination of nature. Emilia stayed there prostrate on the ground, silent. The tornado stood still for a while, until two circular orbs of purple electricity began to form in the middle, locking onto the two siblings. It then drove, drove so fast to Nikolai and his younger sister. It grew wider as well, until it came upon them in an explosion of thunder and energy. 


"EEEEEEEERRRR. EEEEEEEEEERRR. EEEEEEEEEERRR." Was what Nikolai, his sister and his grandmother heard. Groggy, he raises his head, his normally swept back hair a mess of dark brown waves stuck out sporadically. His sister Emilia remained asleep as his grandmother snored. Slowly, he shifted beneath his covers and put his feet on the cold hard wood floor. He approached the box television as it spat an alarm and reaches to turn it off, his back hunched until a blur of colors nearly blinded him.


"This just in from the executive closet. All citizens or incumbents of the United States of America are to report to their nearest city hall within the next seventy-two hours". Despite the formally dressed pale woman, she was visibly shaking and nearly fumbled with her words multiple times."


"The white house along with the CDC have declared a state of emergency. God bless."
 
Trent would awake in a cheap hotel bed. He would groan and walk into the bathroom to prepare for another day of wandering. Trent would then leave the hotel, wandering down the streets in search of a cheap breakfast. As he walked, he would check the news on his phone, seeing the newly declared state of emergency. " Isn't that just wonderful?" He would then walk up to a street vendor and exchange three dollars for a poorly-made sandwich. He would then head to the city hall, hoping that his thoughts of how terrible of an idea this was would vanish. @The Chosen Undead
 
@coold00d12


The sandwich is stuffed with tangy mayonnaise and one slice of turkey. The roads are slightly more intense than usual, but you could hazard a guess that they'll surge within the next few days. As you pass, you can hear a blurry radio repeat something along the lines of 'city hall' and 'sixty-five miles' and some other gibberish.


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@NemoTheSurvivor


City Hall is somewhat located in the middle of town, so you could guesstimate it being almost a day's hike away, and that's if you continued throughout the night as well.
 
Trent would begin to speed-walk to the City Hall, finishing the last of his sandwich and disposing of the wrapper/napkins in a trashcan. As he walked, he would reach into his pocket and check the switch-blade. " Hopefully, whatever this thing is will dissipate before they declare marshal law." 
 
Remy's sales weren't doing too good, besides, Remy hated doing business in the cold with a cigarette stuck in his mouth.


Only one customer today, Raymond, he needed the replica of a driver's license, which Remy gave to him. In return he received 150 bucks, but money wasn't the only thing he received, he also received news.


Apparently the White House declared a state of emergency and everyone was called up upon to get themselves to the city hall ASAP. Remy didn't think much of the virus as of now.


It was only a matter of minutes or Remy could be found in the city hall, lost in a big distracted crowd. Remy hated it here but was satisfied with the fact he didn't have to stand outside anymore.


He visually examined each individual that caught his eye as he didn't have much else to do other than waiting.
 
Cadwgan stood on top of his bunker-like home, watching the news from an old TV. Positioned in the midst of a great forest, the bunker was stocked with crossbow bolts, food, water, and other useful supplies, all neatly hidden behind a high quality steel door. The strange virus had overwhelmed Africa and most of South America, however, his homeland of Wales are untouched. Piles of books on engineering and plague sat on top of a table, along with countless maps. He regularly changed a map, drawing up "frontlines" of sorts. He watched this with great interest, noting that this was similar to the Black Plague. Because of this, he would most likely ignore the summons to the Town Hall, knowing that the virus could spread with ease if there was even one infected. Yet curiosity got the best of him, so he got off of his roof and grabbed a bowie knife, which he hid in his boot. He made for town hall, whispering to himself the lyrics to the Men of Harlech, steeling himself for anything that could happen. These particular lyrics mirrored the quick reply of the crowd, making for town hall.


"This our answer crowds down pouring,


swift as winters torrents roaring..."
 
Josh Awoke From His Sleep To The Sound Of The Radio. The Man On The Radio Said That Everyone Should Head To The City Hall, Josh Got Up From His Bed And Got Ready To Enter The Barron World.


Josh Grabbed His Gear And Exited The Hotel And Began To Head For The City Hall.
 
@ElDuderino


(A'ight. Although I suggest taking things a bit 'step-by-step', per se.)


The crowd is already thick and you can imagine that not even a hundredth of the city's population is here yet. Most people are nervous and highly anxious but not quite hysterical yet. You can pass by the occasional delirium rocking back and forth huddled in a corner, though. No signs of government or really any executives yet save for the fully-covered soldiers dressed in full-on swat gears and rifles.


@MorgathosTheRussian


As you leave, the radio splutters something along the lines of 'seventy-five miles' and 'three days total'.


@PippyOmega


You could assume that city hall is somewhere around forty, fifty miles from where you are. That's likely the entire day via walking but you could get there in a few hours or less via vehicle. Everybody's just getting word of this sort of evacuation thus the roads are much quieter than they soon will be.


@coold00d12


The roads are surprisingly quiet, given that the city has just ordered a sort of gather. You could assume that they'll be packed within the hour, though.
 
As Josh Walks Towards The City Hall He Looks Down And Grabs His Map, It Shows That City Hall Is Around 50 Miles From Where He Is "Wow This Is Going To Take All Day!".


He Kept Walking Avoiding Anything That Moved, He Had Seen A Few Soldiers As He Got Closer To City Hall, He Finally Walked Up To One And Said "Hey Whats Going On Why Are You All Out Here". The Man Raised His Gun And Said "Kid Hurry Up To The City Hall" Josh Turned And Walked Away. He Was Getting Closer To The Town Hall, He Looks Around Making Sure No One Was There He Then Sat Down And Rested For A Bit Before Carrying On.
 
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Cadwgan simply waited for something to happen, sitting beneath a tree by the church nearby. He checked the roofs of the buildings around him for any activity, and quickly shifts the position of his knife to a pocket inside his jacket
 
(I'll be posting with my own characters pretty soon.)


@coold00d12


You stick your thumb out hailing for at least one car for a while, perhaps thirty minutes. You begin to lose hope -- your thumb's getting rather sore -- but as you feel it is a lost cause, a yellow cab drives up, halting to your position. The driver rolls down the window, then says with a small smile, "World's going to hell and I'm still driving a taxi." He shrugs. He appears to be in his early twenties with a thin goatee and light layer of hair across his upper lip, black hair combed up into a fringe.


You could take the taxi. You don't know entirely his credibility, but then again you never probably would've anyway.


@PippyOmega


(The military's not shooting people yet.)


You take a moment to reclaim your breath along with your bearings. You don't seem to know where you are and take a moment to survey your surroundings.


@MorgathosTheRussian


Nothing happens except a swift but light cool breeze sweeps across your body. The occasional rustle comes from the nearby woods, but it's most likely just animals. Raccoons, or something perhaps. 
 
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@The Chosen Undead Trent would shrug and get in the taxi, hoping that if things were to go south with the driver, he could handle it. " Thanks for picking me up, dangerous to be walking around with the world, as you said, going to hell. City Hall please."
 
@coold00d12


The driver already has his foot on the pedal by the time you iterate your destination. He looks in the rearview mirror and remarks "I was gonna give a free ride to Disney but a'ight. Nah, just kiddin'. I got you, free of charge." He says with a bit of a smirk. "Unless you'd like to tip, of course." As the taxi speeds off, you notice the usual city landscape begins to meld into forestry and concrete.


(Time-skip to the city hall?)
 
@coold00d12


(Alright.)


"I appreciate charity, heh." The taxi driver jokes. His orange-ish complexion almost gleams in the noon sunlight. For the next hour or so you and he blare through the streets. Traffic hasn't gotten heavy yet but you've noticed an injection of activity here and there. You seemed to have taken action early. Jittery with anxiety, you arrive at the location. City Hall.


It's a very large, manor-like building that could easily hold perhaps two-thousand people if crammed together. In the background you notice tents and at least one large stadium equipped with fully-geared soldiers on duty, sleeping bags, booths and emergency lighting. Your driver looks back for a second, sing-songs "We're aaaalll in thiiiis together..." in a gloomy tone. He opens his door, and exits the vehicle. "It's unlocked." He yells back. As he steps out of the car, you can see he wears a plain black leather jacket with ripped denim jeans. He shoves his hands into his pockets and slowly walks away.


City Hall...
 
Trent would step out of the car, looking around nervously. He would then walk up to the nearest soldier and speak. "Excuse me, sir. Where are civilians supposed to go?" @The Chosen Undead
 
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As Nikolai studied the T.V, the conveying red caption below stated that the infection dubbed 'Necrotis Regenum' had now reached every major continent in the world. He sat there for a few moments, bewildered. He rushed to the beds and immediately snatched away his sister's blankets, then shook his grandmother awoke.


She awakened with a start as Emilia rubbed her head on the floor. "We gotta get the fuck outta here!" He yelled, throwing his arms around. His grandmother took some convincing, but as soon as she realized what was happening, she got to packing, taking off into the living room. Within thirty minutes, five suitcases of valuavbvaluavble materials were already packed.
 
@coold00d12


As you walk up to question the soldier, he visibly tenses and increases his grip upon his automatic rifle, perhaps an AN-94. "Over there." He says, tugging his head towards the stadium behind the city hall. His voice is monotonous and distorted by the military gas mask. "To the right of the city hall." He continues, "There'll be a granite path. Follow it." He dismisses you, and resumes eyeing the area.


@MorgathosTheRussian


(You're still beneath a tree, right)
 
Trent would follow the soldier's directions, heading towards the stadium, checking the knife in his pocket. " Thank you, sir."
 

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