Futuristic Post apocalyptic RP

[MySaga]

Go zombies

 

[Azul]

Jace Belren, a man in his early twenties had lost everything since the dawn of the apocalypse. His family, friends, home, even his young child. All he had to his name now was a 9mm pistol with a few bullets, machete, canteen of water, and a pack of smokes. He couldn't remember when he last met someone that wasn't infected. Currently he was on the outskirts of a small city, planning to take the risk of going in for the chance of finding some well needed supplies and maybe a vehicle. He clutched the grip of his gun tightly, undead filling his view of the city streets. "In, and out. Gonna' make this a quick trip." he said aloud. With not so quick steps he began walking down an alleyway that led to an abandoned supermarket. The last thing he had to eat was a candybar, and that was two days ago. Jace stopped at the ally exit, noticing that his path to the store was blocked by at least a dozen infected. "Shit..." he muttered.

 

[MySaga]

Inside one of America's densest and most deceptive forests lives Clara Woodley. She has just turned 18, and is already wondering if she ever will become 19. All alone, curled up inside a too cold sleeping bag she laid under a decaying tree. The moon shone like a clear lantern in the night sky and got mountains and trees to throw shadows underneath them. The stars twinkled, some stronger than others, and colored the world when everything else had been swallowed by darkness. The tears on her cheeks were reflected in the moonlight. Her father had told her that when someone dies, there comes a new star in the sky. She began to think about it when all of manmade light disappeared and the night sky became darker than ever and gave space to the hidden stars. The four stars that shone strongest was her family. Her mother and father, who lost their lives while they tried to save someone else's. Her bigger brother who was so smart and wise that she was envious. Sometimes she wondered why she was alive, and not he. He would know how to survive, he knew the answer to everything. Last and not least, she missed Chance, the faithful retriever who never departed from her side. That stupid dog did not know to watch out for those infected. He was bitten, and his pain was so evident that Clara was forced to kill the dog with her own hands. Clara tried to get rid of the memory of her dog's death, so she got up, walking. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve. Her face hurt. In the middle of the wood, Clara found an abandoned caravan. It was either clean or waterproof, but she did still think of it as a gift from God. She walked back to the wagon, which took barely five minutes. Outside, she had placed a spear she had made herself using a stick and a bit of a flint, in case she came to meet some uninvited guests. She picked it up and kept it at the level of the head, so that she would be prepared if anything happened. She could hear her own pulse in her ears. "Come get me, bastards..." she murmured.

 

[Azul]

Jaces plan of going into the city was a terrible one. To make a long story short, he ended up getting trapped in an abandoned building for several hours before he even made it to the grocery store of his goal. After a few swings of his machete, and the last of his ammo he made it out alive with barely anything to show for it. He chose to just leave the city for now, and look for supplies elsewhere. After a few hours he ended up in a forest, away from most of the undead. Which was fortunate. He walked for an unknown amount of time, he only knew that it was now in the middle of the night. He clutched his bloody machete in his right hand as he approached what seemed to be an unguarded caravan. "Anyone around?" he asked loud enough for any people close by to hear. He hoped he was alone, although he couldn't help but wish there was a friendly person nearby.

 

[MySaga]

Clara grabbed the door of the caravan, and pulled it up with a quick movement. An infected would probably not be able to open the door alone, but the caravan was in such a bad condition that it would not be difficult to find other ways in, which for example the window. It was one word that was repeated in Claras brain: Risk. Is it worth risking your life by assuming that there is some in the caravan? She thought through it. If she dies, all this will be over. No more hide and seek in the woods. Not more cannibal killers hunting her. No more sorrow for those she had lost. Right then it was instincts that kept her alive. Clara went through the usual check. She glanced around the caravan, before she bended down on the floor and took a look under the tables and beds. No infected inside today either. She breathed a sigh of relief. But before she could relax, she heard noises outside. The birds in the trees escaped. Branches crunched on the ground. Clara tightened her grip on the spear again, and wondered if she should get her vegetable knife she'd left off when she gutted fish. She did not own firearms, for two reasons; the infected could hear the shots, and she did not know how to use a firearm. There were bigger chances that she would shoot herself in the leg than to actually hit an infected. She thought it would be best to get out of the caravan so she would be able to escape. Slowly she sneaked out the door and placed her body right up to the caravan. Then she heard it. The voice. Not the voice of an infected, but a human being. A living human. She ought felt relieved, but in some cases people are worse than the infected. Clara did not trust anyone. She decided to remain hidden until she would be discovered, and only then she would react. She thought that this man owned weapons, and she would not stand a chance. She guarded the caravan with her spear aimed at the direction the voice came from, and was ready to kill if she had to.

 

[Azul]

No one answered his call, which he hoped meant there wasn't anyone around. His boots crunched on the dead leaves as he made his away around it at a slow pace. Maybe if he knew there was someone ready to kill him he would've acted with more caution. "Hello?" he cried out one more time. "If there's anyone here, I bear no I'll will and would like to keep things peaceful." he would then stop, and wait to see if there was any response. After a minute or so, he began his inspection of the caravan as he thought himself safe. "Maybe I'll crash here for a few days." he said to himself. Little did he know he had walked right into the view of Clara and her spear. She would see a fairly tall man, bronzed skinned with shaggy, unkempt hair. He was wearing a black hoodie with a pair of dirty blue jeans.

 

[MySaga]

Clara listened to what the voice had to say, but she snorted. "As if..." she muttered to herself. She would not let herself be fooled. Of course he would hurt her if he had the chance, it was the way the world worked now. The humans had turned against each other. The sounds she heard become higher, and she knew that she would soon be discovered. She wondered if she should give the man a chance, or if she should go straight to the attack. Maybe she could be kind and put him into the ground, as she had learned at the few MMA lessons she had went to with her bigger brother. She could ask him why he was here and what he was looking for. Not that she could that much martial art. Perhaps she would not even be able to make him unsteady. Now alternative one sounded much more sensible. Maybe she could just forget about the interrogation and go straight to kill. But her natural goodness intervened, and she walked a step forward when the man appeared in front of her. "Drop your weapon!" she shouted, as quiet as she could to not attract attention. Her hands were shaking, which made her look insecure and scared. It was not so untrue either. She took a quick look at the man. He was somewhat higher than her 1.60 meters. Unlike him her skin was light. She had a typical Nordic look despite the fact that she lived in the south. Her storm grey eyes met his, and she could not decide whether he was a threat or not.

 

[Azul]

"Damn..." Jace mumbled as he heard a voice ring out from behind him. Slowly he turned around, and held into his machete tightly despite the command. He noticed it was a youngish female, and that her form was shaky. "Lets...just talk this out." he said with his best attempt at a friendly tone. Jace had run into non infected before, and more often than not they were just as bad, if not worse than infected. However, maybe this girl was just trying to survive like him. In a hurried decision he dropped his machete, and held his hands up as a form of peace. "Look. I'm just passing by. There's no need for things to get violent. Right?" Jace hoped that this girl would lighten up, and put down her weapon, or at the least let him go without things escalating.

 

[MySaga]

Clara fought against her own feelings. The man sounded convincing, and he had thrown away his weapon. In addition he did not have a face that said he was willing to hurt her. But what did she know? Again Clara thought about what risks it would be if she lowered her spear. She took a deep breath before she nodded at the machete. "Throw it far away first. Then we can talk,” she said with as threatening voice she could make, without success. The farther away his weapon was, the safer she would feel. Only then would she be willing to talk. It was pretty obvious that she was afraid, and she knew he had noticed it. Now she even felt her sweat run down her forehead.

 

[Azul]

Throw away his machete? Its the only thing he's been able to count in God knows how long. He didn't want to, but against better judgement he picked up the weapon and tossed it out of sight. Instantly he regretted the choice, but he was determined to handle this with as little violence as possible. "Alright. That better?" after a moment or so he would continue. "I'm Jace by the way. And would you please lower the spear?". She looked pretty nervous, and Jace was confident that he could've taken her out if he had to, but then he would be no better than the undead roaming the streets. He refused to become like them.

 

[MySaga]

Clara really didn’t want to put her spear down. The man, named Jace could still be armed. If there could be anything worse than sharp objects it would be firearms. She was sure that he had something hidden on his clothes or his boots. Her breath was shaking as if she were cold, which was not entirely false either. She was only wearing a thin woolen top in black, and a military green outdoor pant. The soles of her brown winter boots in leather were worn through. All her clothes had camouflage colors to not be noticed by the infected. It didn’t work so well on living humans, though. Clara moistened her lips that had become dry in the cool autumnbreeze. She clenched her teeth hard together before she put the spear into the ground beside her. She was holding eye contact with him. She was not looking forward to let go of her spear, but reassured herself by thinking that it was still within reach if anything happened. "Clara." Her voice sounded flimsy. She tried to look as confident as possible where she stood. Her back was straight and her arms fell relaxed at her sides.

 

[Azul]

Jace stood there for a moment, unsure if putting down his weapon might just be the thing that got him killed. However, when she put down her weapon as well he breathed a sigh of relief. "Clara.." he said in almost a whisper. "I gotta admit, it's good to meet someone that isn't trying to eat my flesh." he tried his best to sound friendly, as he could see that the female was still on edge. Feeling brave, Jace took a couple steps forward and outstretched his hand as a formal greeting. "Thanks for not impaling me with that spear."

 

[MySaga]

Clara ignored what she thought was an attempt to be funny. ”One chance,” she said, and looked at his hand, wondered if she should take it. What could he do to her now anyway? Greet her to death? She shook her head unnoticeable as she took his hand, and pulled it back shortly afterwards. This guy seemed harmless, for now at least. “Don’t make me change my mind. I’ve killed people before.” It was a lie. Clara had never killed anyone, not even an infected. She had always fled from them somehow, but she knew the once had to be the first. She was unsure if that made her a coward or if it was a smart move, but she was still alive, and she was thankful for that.

 

[Beefjugger]

Trevor coughed. He had gone into some city, with his trusty axe, and left with a lot of supplies. There wasn't that many infecteds around when he entered, but as he was leaving, it started to get crowded. He ran off the streets of the town, and walked the path that lead to a thick, dark forest. He had been walking for a while now. He had no idea where he was, or if he'll survive. He was tired, and fatigued. He strayed off the path, and into the bushy forest. He set down his backpack, and covered himself with the decaying leaves. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep to the birds chirping their merry sound.

 

[Azul]

"Don't worry, I happen to like being alive." Jace said in regards to her comment. As he was about to speak again he heard rustling in the bushes behind them. Concerned he halted the conversation and turned around. What he saw was a bloody man, his flesh rotting, and one arm missing. A zombie. Thankfully just one wasn't such a big deal to handle. Jace looked to Clara not knowing she had never killed one before. "Mind taking care of that God forsaken thing with that spear of yours? I'm not sure where my machete landed." the undead man continued limping out of the forest their direction, groaning and swinging it's arms.

 

[MySaga]

The zombie startled Clara and made her stumble backward. She got up and held her spear with both of her hands, which was already sweaty and clammy. “No problem,” she said as she had control of the situation. The zombie who staggered towards her was so hideous and rotten, that it was impossible for her to imagine that it once had been a human being, just like her. Now it would be very decent if Jace had any hidden weapons, she thought. While the zombie approached her, she just pulled herself farther away, and felt the fear rise. She hadn’t seen zombies for a long time, so why did this zombie suddenly appear here, right now? They never used to get as far into the forest, not by her experiences. Clara glanced at Jace, who had appeared just minutes earlier. "What the hell have you done?!" she shouted at him. “You’ve led them to us!” Her hands were shaking, and she could not aim at the zombie’s head, which came closer to them.

 

[Azul]

Jace stood there as Clara struggled with killing the zombie. "Just kill the damn thing!" Jace shouted back. He couldn't understand why she didn't just stab the undead bastard. Surely she's done this before, right? As seconds passed the zombie came closer, and closer wailing it's arms about erratically. Jace, growing concerned, set off to get his machete. It was dark, but after a few moments he managed to find the blade nestled in a bush. "Relax! It's alone as far as I can tell." he said to Clara, hoping to calm her down. Jace walked around the infected zombie, and waited to see if Clara was going to muster up the courage and kill it. If not he stood ready with his blade

 

[MySaga]

Clara tried to courage herself enough to impale the infecteds head, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t. In the corner of her eye she noticed Jace holding his machete. He just stood there, without doing anything, and Clara knew that it was a test. Would she manage to kill the infected? She got even more stressed. The infected approached with hands that reached out for her and a snarling mouth that made the most eerie noises she had ever heard. Right then she realized she couldn’t do it. She was a coward. “I-I can’t do it,” she stammered and lowered her spear. Then she ran and hid behind Jace. The infected followed her. For some reason she threw aside her distrust against him, and trusted that he would to the dirty work for her.

 

[Beefjugger]

Trevor's eyes opened to the sun. He quickly got up in a sitting position. He yawned. He got up, picked up his backpack, and started walking. He had dreamed about the raid he had yesterday, or was in a few hours ago? He really had no idea of the time. In his dream, he hadn't been so lucky. He ran into the town, and found only a few pieces of food, and a book that was written before 'it' started. He had dreamed that as soon as he walked into the streets, a huge horde of zombies had been waiting for him. They started lumbering towards him, and he couldn't move. It the ended. It still gave him the creeps just thinking about him. He took out a half empty water bottle out of his backpack, and chugged. He dropped the bottle, and he started walking. The crunching of dead leaves and branches followed him with every step. He continued walking. Suddenly, he saw two zombies, one was missing it's hand, and the other was still intact. At first, Trevor just stood there, thinking about how they were once humans, but then he noticed they were slowly moving towards him. He took out his axe, and started approaching.

 

[Jennifer Livington]

Carley had woke up in the dimmest hour of the morning. "Just another lucky day to survive out in the open like this" she said. After all, how often do you you know who has a camp on top of a battle-scarred and half destroyed office building. She was quick to her rifle, the one her dad had given to her 30 seconds before his demise. After she had given the pet cockroach its daily ration of food, she was out on the hunt. "Either I'm dying today or its just another delay of the ineviabtle" she said. The first to greet her on her travels was the daily horde of zombies on the street level below. Carley was quick to judge that the lower portion of the street was not as the same it had been before yesterdays skirmish between a survivor remnant and a horde.

 

[Beefjugger]

"I swear I've seen that tree before," Trevor had said, for the thousandths time. He had been walking for a long amount of time. He hadn't eaten in a couple of hours, where he stopped to eat a protein bar. He could hear the moaning sounds of zombies. He sighed. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. He took out his axe, and attached it to his belt. He then took out his pistol. He only used it in emergencies. He didn't want to waste the precious ammo. He still thought that the feeling of shooting a bullet through the head of a zombie was chilling. He didn't like the feeling of killing anything, except birds. Those dam birds... He walked towards the noise, knowing it was probably a town. He turned onto a road, and saw a town. A town that had a familiar look. He saw zombies lumbering through out the streets. He walked towards the horde, and shot a bullet through the zombies head, with a glorious bang.

 

[Azul]

Jace was surprised when Clara said she couldn't do it, and ran behind him. At first it seemed as though she had the situation under control. "Don't worry, I'll handle it." he said confidently. The zombie lumbered forward, but with one heavy swing of his machete Jace cut it's head off, which rolled to the ground along with it's body. The zombie was dead. "There. Not big on putting them down I see Clara." Jace walked forward, peering around the trees to see if any more were lurking about. "I guess that's the only one. We should be safe, at least for now."

 

[Jennifer Livington]

Carley then grabbed her rappel rope with the bearable strength she still had from her poor nap earlier that morning and slid down to street level. "Either she was to head out into the forest or head deeper into unexplored territory of the town. Her mind had been made, to explore both. First the town, then the forest. As she rappelled down the building the rope snapped. "Holy fuck that was close!" she said. From the looks of it she had noticed that she had a mild abrasion of the knee and a possible broken knee. She had continued on knowing that if this supply run was to be ruined, it would probably be the end of the road for her. As she continued down the street she found a broken RV. "This won't start from the looks but maybe it might be salvageable for the generator in the office building." When Carley started salvaging the RV, the worst had occurred. Zombies had been encircling her from the North, South, And East. "Oh no!, what will i do now with this fuel in my canteen?!" She ran and ran as far as she could knowing the ammo she did bear was not enough for the current situation. "Got to get the forest, its my only hope!" she said.

 

[Beefjugger]

The gun went silent. Trevor was out of ammo, and in front of him was 12 zombie bodies, all immobile. He only had two rounds, which surprised him because of his recent raid. He swore he found more. He was searching the bodies. He saw that one of them was carrying a knife in it's torso. A strange spot indeed. He found it, and continued walking down the street. He was walking on the sidewalk, like it was a normal day. He had been walking for at least 10 minutes, when he found a rope that was broken in half. He couldn't find any blood, so he thought it couldn't have been recent. He stopped searching. Whoever had broken the rope probably took everything with them. He walked down a street, hoping it lead out of town. He was walking when he heard a lot of zombies. Trevor looked ahead, and saw zombies swarming a RV. What he saw next made him gasp.

 

[Jennifer Livington]

And so what was set in place had begun. Carley made her way through the horde extremely easily but what had surprised her was that these zombies weren't in particular really even paying attention to her, more to the RV. She had ran all the way out of the city and lit a road flare to mark her distance from camp. she continued onto the next destination. After she had made her way through the thick brush she had made camp as it was nearing night by this time. after a quick meal of the remaining meal of beans in a can she had remaining, she took a quick power nap. During a dream she was having, she saw a figure just watching her silently while she was being surrounded. She woke up to a fast movement in the brush. "Well i am going to have to continue on through the forest. As she was walking, she heard a distant conversation and growling. then the growling stopped and instead it sounded like a head had just been decapitated. She was walking towards the noise and called out, "Hello? Im friendly and i really need supplies and I'm willing to trade!"