Gears
Harbinger of War, Chaos, and Poptarts
Junior Researcher Malcom Wilson walked to his desk, past the janitor, the room's security, and his colleagues. He ignored their attempts at conversation,he didn’t have time to socialize so he got to work. Sample 3A was quickly destroyed by a solution of chemicals made to destroy dangerous projects if they got out of control. These weren’t usually used without authorization but he had managed to grab a vial of the solution while “Grabbing materials for project R3A” Of course it would likely never be finished. When the plan was finished.
He wouldn't be able to reach the earlier strands of the sample but the newest evolution would suffice. He grabbed a few samples of the strands nemesis, an experiment he had spent months on. He would deal with it later but for now he had to escape, quickly erasing his work and the proof of his actions in seconds. He shoved the remaining samples into his briefcase, into the lead lined storage area hidden from plain view, next to an old makarov pistol he had grabbed in case something went wrong. The test subjects would be next, but he had tasked that job to his assistant, a gas capable of eradicating life wouldn't be employed for that issue. He pulled his pager from his bag as he wrapped up his own part, before reading the message. Done.
Wilson gathered his belongings as he rushed out the door, before a guard stepped in front of him. "Doctor, the higher ups have requested you stay for a briefing." Wilsons eyes narrowed as he reached into his bag, before firing the weapon. Wilson sprinted down the halls as bullets flew past him, making sure he was behind as much cover as possible while getting close to the exit when he found it blocked. Someone must have sounded the alarm, and now the island's security department was on their way if they weren’t on duty before. He couldn’t fight off that many guards, with his little proficiency in fighting.
Wilson turned around as the security noticed him, firing on him as he ran for the roof. With no law enforcement other than those guards there would be no one to stop those guards for killing him. His keycard would only work for an hour before his already limited clearance would be revoked. His assistant wouldn’t be caught while he took the blame, something he was willing and ready to do, even die to destroy the sample. Wilson opened the door to the roof and ran for the edge. The guards quickly followed, cornering him on the side of the roof with their weapons raised. “Return the Sample Wilson, we have our orders to use lethal force if you don’t comply.” Lieutenant Vogue said, stepping forward as his men waited for Wilson to answer.
Wilson glared at Vogue as he pulled a sample he had grabbed from the lab, holding it over the edge. “If you shoot I drop this, and your orders are to secure the sample.” He said as he kept a hold on his own weapon, concealing it in the bag. “I’m not going to give you five seconds to throw your weapons aside and clear out and let me pass or I’ll do it, I swear.” He said as he trembled, staring down the barrel at the nearest rifle pointed. The guards reluctantly lowered their weapons after Vogue motioned them to do so, before Wilson threw the vial, bolting for the exit as he locked it behind them.
Lab personnel poured out of the lab, running for the island's hospital as the remaining security guards tried to contain the situation. The patients had been torn apart by something or someone, the morgue filling as each victim died hours after being admitted to the hospital. Even more of the victims ran home as they locked their families away, too shaken to tell what had happened. Each victim fell ill, their families doing their best to nurse their wounds. One hour after the fevers began, the victims fell into a coma, slowly losing all life before they flatlined. Traffic was full as families drove to hospitals to both treat their family members, despite their pleas to not take them, some taking them to the morgue. Traffic accidents occurred all over as the family’s dead and dying came back and began to tear their own families apart, the family's pleas falling on deaf ears as the mindless shells continued their rampage.
He wouldn't be able to reach the earlier strands of the sample but the newest evolution would suffice. He grabbed a few samples of the strands nemesis, an experiment he had spent months on. He would deal with it later but for now he had to escape, quickly erasing his work and the proof of his actions in seconds. He shoved the remaining samples into his briefcase, into the lead lined storage area hidden from plain view, next to an old makarov pistol he had grabbed in case something went wrong. The test subjects would be next, but he had tasked that job to his assistant, a gas capable of eradicating life wouldn't be employed for that issue. He pulled his pager from his bag as he wrapped up his own part, before reading the message. Done.
Wilson gathered his belongings as he rushed out the door, before a guard stepped in front of him. "Doctor, the higher ups have requested you stay for a briefing." Wilsons eyes narrowed as he reached into his bag, before firing the weapon. Wilson sprinted down the halls as bullets flew past him, making sure he was behind as much cover as possible while getting close to the exit when he found it blocked. Someone must have sounded the alarm, and now the island's security department was on their way if they weren’t on duty before. He couldn’t fight off that many guards, with his little proficiency in fighting.
Wilson turned around as the security noticed him, firing on him as he ran for the roof. With no law enforcement other than those guards there would be no one to stop those guards for killing him. His keycard would only work for an hour before his already limited clearance would be revoked. His assistant wouldn’t be caught while he took the blame, something he was willing and ready to do, even die to destroy the sample. Wilson opened the door to the roof and ran for the edge. The guards quickly followed, cornering him on the side of the roof with their weapons raised. “Return the Sample Wilson, we have our orders to use lethal force if you don’t comply.” Lieutenant Vogue said, stepping forward as his men waited for Wilson to answer.
Wilson glared at Vogue as he pulled a sample he had grabbed from the lab, holding it over the edge. “If you shoot I drop this, and your orders are to secure the sample.” He said as he kept a hold on his own weapon, concealing it in the bag. “I’m not going to give you five seconds to throw your weapons aside and clear out and let me pass or I’ll do it, I swear.” He said as he trembled, staring down the barrel at the nearest rifle pointed. The guards reluctantly lowered their weapons after Vogue motioned them to do so, before Wilson threw the vial, bolting for the exit as he locked it behind them.
Lab personnel poured out of the lab, running for the island's hospital as the remaining security guards tried to contain the situation. The patients had been torn apart by something or someone, the morgue filling as each victim died hours after being admitted to the hospital. Even more of the victims ran home as they locked their families away, too shaken to tell what had happened. Each victim fell ill, their families doing their best to nurse their wounds. One hour after the fevers began, the victims fell into a coma, slowly losing all life before they flatlined. Traffic was full as families drove to hospitals to both treat their family members, despite their pleas to not take them, some taking them to the morgue. Traffic accidents occurred all over as the family’s dead and dying came back and began to tear their own families apart, the family's pleas falling on deaf ears as the mindless shells continued their rampage.
The Crimson Death: Genisis:
This is the second reboot for this RP, taking place on the manmade island owned by the Romea Island, owned by several private companies. The island was inhabited by the employees of the companys and their families, but twenty four hours ago, an outbreak occurred at the island research facility, the undead spreading all over the island as the security declared quarantine, guarding the docks and any way out.
This RP will have a lot of gore, language, etc so I would not expect a PG experience. Any interested should comment below, once we get enough the CS and Lore pages will he posted before finally the IC chat will be made. Feel free to ask any questions.
The Plot
At the moment, many things are happening around the island as the residents struggle to survive while other, odd things occur across the island.
World events will occur and time jumps that will effect other groups must be discussed in OOC chat.
Mercenaries: (4+ Players)
A team of Mercenaries from different backgrounds and nationality’s have been hired to: Secure the Western Security Station, Find several objects across the Island, and capture those responsible- Dead Or Alive.
Passengers: (2+ Players)
The Island is home to an efficient underground transportation system, running throughout the entire islands land. A group of players are stranded on board one of the train cars, the lowly employees working with the islands higher ups.
Flight 653 (2+ Players)
Shortly after the islands outbreak, a plane going overhead was suddenly and mysteriously crippled, a few passengers escaping onto their island, not knowing of the dangers they faced.
The Unwelcome Guest (2+ Players)
An unknown perpetrator has arrived on the island, hiring a few mercenaries to assist their motives, whatever they are.
The VIP (3+ Players)
One of the islands higher up’s finds himself stranded in the company’s HQ, most of his security detail dead as infected begin the slow interception of the building, his remaining security detail protecting him as they wait for evac.
More Groups can be proposed or added by me as time goes on.
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