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Futuristic The Spread

dylans

Daydreamer

We knew it would happen eventually. We just didn't think it would happen while we were still alive...

There have been many disease outbreaks since the beginning of time. There have been major ones, like the plague, and minor ones, like swine flu. But this one arrived without warning. It went unnoticed when all the poor people were dying, when third world countries were slowly eradicated. Governments ignored it. But then it came to us.

Passed on by bodily fluids, the disease infects the brain. It leaves the person able to think, but without empathy, without human emotion or feeling of any kind. It leaves them enraged, with their own violent desires, and it leaves them dying to kill.

Soon, too soon, the whole human race is under threat. Those who are infected come down with something first - they faint, have some kind of seizure, and wake up a different person. Then they kill everyone around them, or at least infect them, using their body as a weapon. Especially their teeth. The disease makes them ruthless.

After the disease spread throughout America, there were only a handful of survivors in each city. And only one way to leave. A military base was set up in the middle of the country, designed to take survivors to safety - an island in the middle of the sea, uninfected by the disease.

But the group of survivors must make the long, difficult trek to this base, and they must survive it.

Is that even possible?

 
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The RP begins days after the announcement of the military base and its' location. The announcement was streamed in any way possible - through any working signals, TVs, phones - anything. Only one person received it in their home but decided to gather all the remaining survivors of the town. This was a dangerous thing to try, as it could attract the Infected, but luckily most the town's Infected has been killed off.

Their current location is the gas station nearest to the road out of town. There are still some supplies and food there - though a lot is out of date and spoiled, there is enough for people to take and live on. The survivors don't know each other very well but have gathered with one common aim - to reach this base. They should start by introducing themselves to their fellow survivors and figuring out how they are going to reach the military base, which is hundreds of miles away. Then they must begin the journey, as soon as possible.

Post Away c:​
 
Willow pulls her hair back and speaks up, "If we are going to survive we're going to have to know each other, so I'll start, I'm Willow." She says looking around at the gathered group.
 
Fox was still securing the actual building making sure there were exits and places to take cover as well as being free of any infected. The duffle he had carried in was left behind the cashier's counter but his pistol and knife were attached to him as well as the most of the ammunition that was in the bag. One of he group had decided to speak up so he decided to take his turn. "My rank doesn't matter anymore, so you can just call me Fox."
 

The gas station smelled like gone-off milk. Acacia wrinkled her nose in disgust, and ripped open the fifth pack of Skittles of the day. She lived off them now, and though her fifteen-year-old self would have seen that as a dream come true, it was no longer a novelty. She ate junk food to survive, not to taste to rainbow.

She would've killed for some oven-cooked food. And Acacia meant that literally - she'd already killed a bunch of people, so if she was going to get something out of it, it only made killing more logical. Though the people she had fired shots at, the people whose hearts had stopped beating because of her, hadn't really been people at all. Not anymore. In the end, it was her or them. Though she'd never been Mother Teresa, prioritizing her own safety over everyone else's had been hard.

At least now, people could work as a team and actually give a damn about each other. She looked around at the group, nodding as they all stepped up to introduce themselves. Acacia recognized some of them from around, before this had all started. If she didn't know them before, she did now.

"I'm Acacia. Um. Qualified zombie-shooter. How are we all today?" Did she care? No. She wasn't military, but she was glad someone there was. Her shotgun skills couldn't keep her alive forever, and she had to gain people's trust if she wanted to make this whole teamwork thing go to plan.​
 
"Well, if you consider almoat getting killed by zombies multiple time, I'm amazing!" Willow replied to Acasia, she rubbed her fingers along the handle of one of her knives, ready to throw it if a rotter came along.
 
Fox puffed with amusement and went back to his task of security and scavenging. He was gathering any small thing of use. Most food had been carted off already or spoiled entirely. There were still a few odd ends to be picked up, however. Mainly some simple medicines and other items. One thing that others had entirely passed up were the electronics for the coolers. Fox took the most efficient way of clearing out the shelves behind the glass door and simply ripped them out. After finding the actual cooling unit, he set himself to opening and deconstructing it for parts with his knife.
 
Danica filled two gas cans up and placed them in the trunk of her car. She blew under her breath when finished and dusted off her hands. Danica went back inside the gas station. Willow, Fox and Acacia. She came inside in time to hear their names. Danica joined the group and offered everyone a smile. Human company was so rare these days it didn't matter if it was complete strangers as long as she talked to someone. "Hi guys. I'm Danica Marlowe. I used to be a teacher. It's nice meeting you." She said. The corners of her eyes were trained on the road for any sign of the infected. The quiet unsettled her worse than the noises they made at night.


Danica slumped against a barren shelf and took a swig from a plastic water bottle.
 



It was a day like every other right...Of course! Since this Apocalypse had started Boris is finally accepted. He could murder, Kill, And torture anyone he felt like and no one would punish Boris. The sky was grey and full of droopy clouds, it was about 12pm had to be but it was hard to tell with no sun to see through the clouds. Boris was sitting at the front entrance of the gas station his wrists resting on his knees as he starred forward, He listened to his own breaths. his breathing sounds hollow and overall creepy since he was breathing heavy but that was normal. His duffle bag sat beside him and his Spas sat against the wall beside him as well. The ground was wet and cold but Boris couldnt even feel it anyways so what did it matter to him. He then began to listen to everyone inside talking...talking...and talking! Boris growls hating there voices he tried to listen to his own voices in his head, why would he travel with a group? Killing thats why they need to kill Boris is good at it but why not kill them? Boris shook his head at thought and corrects his thought by thinking, 'More killing along the way...' He stood up grabbing his spas and walked into the store, he was 7.2 and was a big man, he ignored them and walked around as he looked for some medicene of some sorts, Asprin, Advil something.
 
Talios leaned his head back against the wall and took a long drag of his cig. Blowing out the smoke feeling his lungs he watched it fade away listening to the others. When the finally went silent he talked."I'm Talios. Nice to meet ya."
 
Boris stares at the group gathered around as his breathing was still heavy as he went back to searching shelves he would grab bottles that had been emptied as he slams it to the ground in a violent manor and give a gurgling growl since he couldn't find any and then continues his search but heard someone else introduce themselves.
 
"Problem, big guy?" Fox asked wrapping some wires together. He started prying the blades out of the actual fan for the cooler and deconstructing more wires. His knife was sturdy, and for that he was thankful. It would serve well just like it had during deployment. It wasn't much for combat but it was a work horse. His backup would serve more for combat, but would stay hidden as always in case of capture.
 
Boris stares over at him for a moment as if he was ready react as he says in aggravated tone, "My name is not big guy...it Is Boris don't call me other names." but when back to searching and simply said with his deep voice, "Need aspirin...." His speech was slightly slow and seemed he had a hard time saying it, like he wasn't use to talking.
 
"There you go." Fox shrugged and went back to his work. "Let me know next time. I'm a PJ, I jumped with a decent amount of medicine before ending up here." That one would need to be watched. He was large but didn't seem too friendly, definitely an immediate danger if set off.
 
Boris looked and caught the bottle looking at it. He looked at the person who tossed it and began walking away back to the front entrance back to his duffle bag picking it up he walked to the back of the gas station sitting down as he starred at the aspirin bottle wondering opening it he dumps a bunch of aspirin in his hand defiantly not the correct amount and uses the other to hand to lift the mask as he starts downing the aspirin like candy, Boris didn't care it was a habit of his.
 

Acacia watched the strangers interact with curiosity, shifting uncomfortably away from the large man - wow, he was tall - who was scaring her slightly. She was pretty sure a lot of people had gone crazy during the last year, and was grateful she wasn't one of them. As she watched him down the aspirin, she winced slightly. That wasn't healthy.

But she didn't say anything. Humans weren't always trustworthy, but they were more deserving of it than the creatures that roamed the streets with the desire to kill anyone with a pulse.

"Alright," She said, raising her voice a little. "Well, the naval seal base in California is a couple hundred miles west. We have to estimate how much we could cover a day to see how long it would take us to get there, unless someone has a vehicle that could carry the six of us..?" She looked at them in hope, but didn't really expect a 'Yes'. Gas was rare enough anyway, so it would not be able to take them the full way, but anything helped.​
 
"You want to take a vehicle all the way to and through California? The roads may as well be solid walls of metal." Fox pulled out another long mess of wires. "California streets are hard enough to navigate and move through when the vehicles on the road were moving. They're blocked off now from the panic and most clear roads will more than likely have an ambush ready. Not to mention the damage to overpasses and tunnels from the extensive explosive work thanks to artillery and GBU's." He coiled a thicker cable. "You can make some headway with a vehicle but there is going to be a decent amount of foot travel in at least the California area. You can get away with riding the plains until then provided we don't bake and break down."
 
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Boris stands leaned his head back resting it against the wall as he let the mask fall in place and set the rest of the aspirin in his duffle bag. He took a deep breath out of all his breaths he normally takes and closes his eyes for a moment listening on how they were to travel. He gives a glance from under the lenses of his helm around the room sighs, and speaks up, "I...can find a truck...had one when I came here it ran out of...gas." The voices were subsiding in his head so his speech was clearer, the drugs and aspirin helped with that.


(Forgot how crazy my guy is heh xD )
 

"Ah."

Acacia paused. She had not considered this. Of course the roads were ruined, the whole world was dying. But she hadn't been outside the town in two years - she had only seen pictures on TV of what the world looked like now. The countryside wasn't all pretty green fields and New York was no longer tall, bright buildings with a population that never rested. That much she knew, but she'd never considered the damage to vital junctions and roads.

"Sorry, that was stupid. I've seen enough movies about this to know that we need to travel by foot. Otherwise the films would've been over much quicker." She told herself that she was just a kid, and shouldn't be expected to know this, but she had turned eighteen last month and had convinced herself that she'd done all the growing up possible.

"A truck would be good, though," Acacia said slowly. "For wherever we can get without it breaking down. There are a couple of gas stations besides this one around, but whether there's any fuel left is another thing.. But hell, if we're going to die, we might as well die trying. Like that rapper." She couldn't think of his name, but he was famous at some point.​
 
Fox stopped and glared at Acacia at the mention of the rapper. He despised most rappers and rap culture. He stopped and went back to his deconstruction. He threw out a long house to the group. "To siphon gas. We may have to get creative to get some. Obvious places will be more than likely dry. Other vehicles may be dry as well. We may need to resort to taking it from things like lawn mowers."
 
Boris Stands back up, It seems boris cant stand still as he says, "We can...Take the cans...around here I will carry them...I got my keys also..." Walking to the back boris Grabs three Empty cans and brings them in and fills his duffle bag with them. and walks back out to the group and say, "Ill be out...side...Dont make me wait...long." Walking out the front door.
 

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