Realistic or Modern Scroungers [Get-killed-by-zombies simulator]

[Lorsh]

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The Scavenging Party

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Spoiler

Character is Alive


Character is Dead




Mortimer | LordCameron

Kayth | short for time

Sherry | Silas

Luke | WolfyWhale


Thomas | bobgod


Sal | NPC

Johnny | NPC

Edward | NPC

Cindy | NPC

• Character creation is open.
  

• Expect to die. You have one life. This roleplay has survival a major element. You cannot create a new character if you die.
  

• Your character can be killed off against your will, should you be unlucky or do something stupid. My character isn't safe either.
  

• Do not control NPCs, zombies, or the environment. I control the setting, the players react to it.
  

 

[Lorsh]

It's early in the morning. You'll be departing soon.

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The speakers turned on throughout the community. "The scavenging party must report to the gates at this moment," the voice beckoned. "Again, the scavenging party must come to the gates." With an ear-bothering crackle, the speakers turned off.





Sherry


Sherry swallowed rather hard, and crept out of her house. She had been anticipating this, and had said her goodbyes to her mother and sister in advance. Mumbling in nervousness and cursing her unlucky straw, she shuffled down the street with her .22 slung over her shoulder. She tried to reassure herself that this endeavor was for the greater good, and that she'd be fine. Though, a painful uncertainty rested in her chest. The last bunch of scroungers never came back. The world beyond the gates could very well reduce her to nothing but a picked-over carcass, with nothing but her stupid hat to serve as an indication of who her devoured remains once belonged to. All she could do was mentally slap herself for feeling like a pansy, and cram positive thoughts into her head.


Heh. No, it'll be fine. I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm gonna saunter back in here the next day and errything'll be fine and dandy. Yes. And the folks'll all have plenty of food and stuff to go around, and me and the rest of the crew'll get back in one piece. Yes.


The lies she told herself were quite forced, but she tried to make herself believe them. She soon reached the metal gate that served as an exit out of the suburb, where he was greeted by a guard named "Sal," who provided her with a wave when she arrived. A few militiamen armed with rifles flanked Sal, and he stood with his arms crossed, waiting for the others to show up.

 

[short for time]

Kayth Brudder


Kayth too in a sharp breath at the announcement. He pushed up the frames of glasses he wore and stared at the small piece of straw on the table. Bad luck seemed to follow him ever since he was a boy. He straightened up from his slouch to stand to his full height of 6"1. He held a tight grip to a wooden baseball bat as he thought about the last group that went out, the one that never returned. He could see himself at his deathbed already, slow and painful. The man let out a deep sigh before strutting out his front door, instantly heaving with regret.


He began walking as he began thinking about the many ways he could die. I will knowing that I am helping. My parents would respect that. He began o think before he realized he was at the gate. He abruptly stopped and glanced at a girl and many armed men. He walked towards the gate and looked at the girl. She seemed a lot more prepared than he was. He quickly tied his hair back and waited for more to arrive.

 

[WolfyWhale]

Luke





Luke zipped up his hoodie and made sure he still had his knife and then stepped outside. He was very nervous but tried to hide that he was which he did somewhat well but any sane person would be nervous seeing as none of the other scavengers ever came back. Having no one to say goodbye to he starts walking towards the gate. He walks slowly and takes a good look at everything around him seeing as this might be the last time he sees any of it. As he walked he flipped his knife open and then pushed it shut over and over to keep his mind busy so he didn't think of the worst that could happen. It will be ok. Think positive. All I need to do is be quiet grab some stuff and get back with the group. As he approached the gate he puts his knife into his pocket. He sees a guard a woman, a taller man and some militiamen by the gate. Here I go... he mumbles as he steps closer to the gate.

 

[LordCameron]

Dame Primum





Dame Primum woke to pounding at his door. He sat up, startled. Who on earth? Or rather why on earth? He glanced to the bedside table where he saw a straw lying benignly on the table. A yes... scrounging duty, and judging by the light filtering through his dusty window he was late. Dame Primum swept up his cane and hurried to the door. He threw it opened, blinked, then slammed it shut again.


A weapon. It would not do to go without a weapon. He cast about for some sort of firearm or tank, but none was to be found. Something sharp then. He gave a tug on his sword cane to no avail. He glanced to his garden shears. They would have to do.


Hefting his weapon in one hand and cane in the other he rushed to the gate. Arriving out of breath he noted a crowd of people, no lord among them and the guard Sal. He nodded hastily and then bumbled over to push open the gate with a mumbled, "Morning."

 

[Lorsh]

Sal's eyes glazed over the new arrivals, surveying them and taking note of the rifle slung over Sherry's shoulder. He took attendance one by one, and check-marked their names on his notebook with a sharpie as they showed up. One might be able to tell that Sal was probably somewhat intoxicated.


The armed survivors that accompanied Sal were Edward, Johnny and Cindy. The trio were fellow residents of the community that also ended up with unlucky straws. They were dressed in low-ranking militia garb, and were equipped with firearms. Sal put his fist to his mouth and belched quietly, before glancing at Kayth, Mortimer and Luke.


"You fellas got...anything else?" he asked the three males. Garden shears, a bat and a knife. It all seemed rather insufficient.

 

[WolfyWhale]

Luke


Luke gets a nervous look on his face. "This is the only thing I had..." he says in a depressing tone. He looks at the small knife realizing its really not that great. "But it get the job done" He says trying to sound confident.

 

[LordCameron]

Dame Primum (Mortimer)


The guards words halt Dame Primum in his attempt to through open the gate.


"Fear not friend. Strong backs and righteous hearts will carry us further than any fancy firearm. I was a top class fencer in my day. This sword will pull me through." Mortimer tugs vainly on his cane in an attempt to demonstrate, failing. "And of course I gentleman such as myself is a world class gardener. I'm mean with a pair of shears."


Mortimer turns to adress the man with the job completing penknife, but realizes he doesn't know his name. Glancing around the party he realizes he does not know who a single person is. Perhaps he should not have taken to secluding himself.


He turns to the shy man beside him.


"Hey lad, we'll get you through this. You have my word as a knight. I am Dame Mortimer Primum. That's a fine knife there." he says with a wink to Sherry, "A fine knife."

 

[Lorsh]

Sal gave a sigh and shook his head, obviously not trusting the two to make it out there with nothing to defend themselves with besides melee weapons. He patted around at the back of his pants for a few moments, before pulling out a small revolver. "One of you, take this," he says. He has a seemingly annoyed tone from the fact that they didn't come better prepared.


Sherry


Sherry sneezed into her jacketsleeve, before turning her head and noticing Mortimer's wink. She furrowed her brow, not understanding the purpose of it. She pursed her lips and adjusted the sling of her rifle so that it was more comfortable on her shoulder.

 

[LordCameron]

Mortimer


Mortimer nodded to the young man. "You take it lad." He stared at the woman in consternation. She didn't even respond to his 'comfort the small man' wink. He would have to work on it. He aimed another one at the tall man with glasses.

 

[WolfyWhale]

Luke


Luke grabs the gun. "A-are you sure? I can probably run faster. I think you should take " Luke holds out the gun not sure if it will be taken.

 

[short for time]

Kayth Brudder


Kayth looked around during the conversation and caught a look from the shorter older man. "Take the gun." he insisted, waiting for an answer from the younger man. "Not all of us will survive. So take the gun." he pressed while looking down at his bat.

 

[LordCameron]

Mortimer


"Oh don't be so gloomy about it. We're just getting supplies. I'm sure we'll all be fine," said Mortimer hastily, "The last group was just unlucky."

 

[WolfyWhale]

Luke


Takes the gun and holds it by his side. "Any one else coming?" Luke asked. "And yeah, your right the last group was probably just unlucky, I hope."

 

[short for time]

Kayth Brudder


Kayth pushed his glasses up the bridge ofhis nose and crossed his arms over his chest. "Just unlucky." he muttered while rolling his eyes, glancing at the two men in confusion.

 

[Lorsh]

Sal clears his throat. "Alright, fellas. I think we'll be off," he says. He climbs into the driver's seat of a rather large cargo van with Johnny in the passenger's seat, while Cindy and Edward get in the back. He leans out the window and tosses some keys on the ground, before gesturing to another van which looks practically identical, just a darker gray hue. "One of you take that one," he directs, before turning on the engine. A random militia guy pulls the gate open in preparation for them to depart.


Sherry


"Eh..." Sherry picks the keys up off the ground. "I haven't driven in a long time. Somebody else want these?" she offers, dangling the keys in front of the men. She looks over to the other van. "I don't know if Sal should be driving. Whatever," she shrugs.

 

[LordCameron]

Mortimer


"I'll take those my dear," Mortimer offers, "It is my duty as a noble and a knight to look after those around me." He takes the keys and climbs into the dark grey van. He puts the key in the ignition, then turns back, "Come on. The sooner we leave the sooner this will be over."