Realistic or Modern World As We Know It (Zombie Apocalypse RP)

[JasTheGamer]

The world was at peace (somewhat) and life was normal in the year of 2021. Nothing could go bad, right?


Wrong.


With scientists having more advanced technology, of course their rate of new experiments would rise. So what happens if just one little genetic enhancing test goes haywire? A whole zombie apocalypse is caused after Patient Zero escapes and manages to spread it's deadly virus, turning others into cannibalistic monsters. Some could be a regular walker hat wanders aimlessly, or an extremely hostile mutant.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/new-york-ruins-jenovah-art.jpg.eb1ea84ca8995858f8a1447a4298a67c.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="99431" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/new-york-ruins-jenovah-art.jpg.eb1ea84ca8995858f8a1447a4298a67c.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[JasTheGamer]

The city definitely wasn't like it used to be. Not after the virus took a full effect on Earth. Anyone who wasn't bitten or a zombie was either dead, dying, or just struggling to survive in this god forsaken apocalypse. This city was in complete ruins after the government tried to "clean up" the place. Most of the tall well known buildings and skyscrapers were now nothing but mere rubble. Many of the streets that used to be buzzing with living healthy people were now overrun by the aimlessly wandering undead.


A hooded figure that hid behind a corner of an alleyway studied a lone walker in the middle of the street. The walker stumbled around aimlessly with a limp, his leg severely twisted into an odd angle. But the "person' seemed to show no signs of distress, like his leg wasn't broken at all. The hooded figure, that some who knew her that wasn't either dead or infected, as Bexley Teagon. Bexley grimaced when the walker with a broken leg turned around to reveal his bloody and mangled face. The left side of his jaw was missing, and large strips and pieces of skin was dangling from his cheek. Even if they were just a few feet apart, Bexley could still smell the rotten flesh and see his large, unblinking milky white eyes.


Taking a deep breath, she quietly loaded an arrow into her bow and pulled back the drawstrings, trying to get a good aim. One moment, and another. Bexley released her grip and watched as the arrow lodged itself into the undead man's head, causing him to crumple to the ground with a small thud. The teenager scanned the streets, seeing that the coast was clear, and ran over to the fallen walker. She cringed as the smell of rotten flesh grew. She yanked the arrow out of his head and slid it back into it's quiver, and began searching for anything useful that this man could've had before he became like this.


The apocalypse changed every living person left the perspective of survival. It's either kill or be killed. That's just how it was now.

 

[SentinelSevn]

The interior of the city's buildings didn't fare any better against the chaos, it actually looked much more gruesome. Floors were covered in the gorey truth of their situation, and corpses litered public spaces like flowers in a field. The chances of finding survivors were little to none, but it never hurt to hope for a companion to watch your back.


Several streets away lie Aaron Smythe, one of the lone few survivors in the city. Wandering through one of the abandoned supermarkets in hopes of finding some sort of nourishment was his current goal. He had a few canned goods back at his makeshift shelter, but he hoped to find something more than peaches and peas. Over his back was a bag with few necessities, and between that a crowbar with the end matted with blood. At his side, machete hung by a hook, less bloodstained and retaining somewhat of a metallic red. No luck with food so far, but his luck was most likely invested in not being seen by any of the wandering corpses the city was now full of.

 

[JasTheGamer]

The only thing that Bexley was able to find on the corpse was a wallet and some change. Skimming through the wallet, she saw that this man had a family. Three kids, no older than thirteen at the least, and a wife. The teenager wondered if any of them survived and are alive right now. The chances of them surviving was highly unlikely in her mind. Hell, Bexley was surprised that she had made it this far.


She got up and slung the bow over her shoulder, looking around. Bexley knew that if she was to get through another night she would need to find shelter from the mutated walkers. Most of them were nocturnal, which she had found out the hard way. Memories of her most feared mutant, which she had started calling "The Cores", flooded her mind as she started walking down the eerily quiet street. An average Core was at least around six feet tall, bony, and had nothing but a mouth with sharp teeth for a face. How did it earn its name? A huge gap would be located in its stomach area, where a strange core item was resting in.


Bexley would have never stayed around long enough to know what the core in its middle would have been used for. Just the image of them in her mind sent shivers down her spine. Since the Core's had no eyes and were extremely slow, she had an advantage.


The teenager took out her kitchen knife from her satchel and snuck up on another aimlessly wandering walker. Just when it turned around to look at her and reach a rotting arm out, she raised her own arm and swung it down into the walker's skull. Bexley kicked it away while pulling the kitchen knife out, and continued her search for shelter.

 

[SentinelSevn]

Aaron whistled to himself quietly, some sort of noise was always better for him before he drove himself to insanity. He stopped by a hall and reached for one of the abandoned shelves for a can labeled "Luncheon Meat". With a short sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, he slipped the bag off his shoulders and tossed the can into one of the pockets.


Replacing the bag, he went off to go down the next hall before a pained groan erupted from meters behind him. Turning to face the apparent undead, Aaron's eyes widened as he took sight of what was in front of him. Expecting the normal rotted undead, basically a walking corpse, was his usual. This one had mutated, legs adapted to have another joint. Yet, it didn't move after Aaron turned to face it. Slowly taking steps back, Aaron reached at his side for his machete. As he did so, he heard a screech from behind him and the collected dirt and rubble shift. As he drew the machete out, an instinctive upward slice allowed him to impale the undead lunging at him from behind, which was similar to the one that first approached him. As the undead in front of him crumpled in his hands, with the machete buried in the soft tissue of the neck, the other undead from behind lunged and pushed against his back and forcing Aaron onto the floor. The only thing keeping Aaron from being bit was the bulk of the bag on his back, but his machete was pinned into the undead in front of him. Placing his palms flat on the tile in front of him, he pushed away from the floor and sent the undead reeling backwards enough for Aaron to turn himself around and grab the crowbar between his bag and back. As the second mutant's legs collapsed in itself to lunge again, Aaron swung the crowbar and heard a crack as metal connected to rotten cheek and the undead fly towards a shelf. The resounding rattle echoed through the supermarket, and even more so as the shelves began to fall backwards and collide like dominoes into each other. "Crap, well that's going to make some noise.." His time in the market was over, and several screeches in the building echoed as he ran out and onto the abandoned street .

 

[pridedzoey]

So many people used to live in this city, the crowds rushed through time square, cars honk at each other in almost endless traffic, and everyone lived their daily lives. Sure the density of people got annoying, but it was so much better then what it is now. A dilapidated mess of horrible undead nightmares lurking around every corner.


Normally snooping through someone else's belongings was frowned upon, but there's a really good chance the owner was dead, and its not like there's any police force to deal with. This is what ran through the young Erin's head as she nearly stripped the apartment unit she found herself in for anything useful. These weren't the same units she lived in, they were more cheaper, one bedroom lodgings. This particular unit was in horrible shape.... Obvious signs of a struggle, the door was kicked off its hinges, there is clutter everywhere. Erin didn't find much, just some canned meat, which given the state of the world... Wasn't all too bad of a meal.

 

[JasTheGamer]

Bexley's blue and brown eyes flicked upwards as she heard the screeching and crashing not too far away. Looking around, she quietly jogged down the sidewalk while carefully taking the bow off of her shoulder and loading in an arrow. She halted to a stop just before turning around the corner, and peered around it slowly. The streets that lay ahead were empty as usual, with broken down cars, dead bodies, and papers drifting about.


Bexley thought that the screeches must have been two walkers getting into some small quarrell. Before she went to turn away, the teenager saw a male figure dash out of a supermarket down the street. She raised her bow and aimed, thinking that it was a runner. Bexley stopped herself from firing, realizing that he was actually another survivor; something she hasn't come across for a few months now. Still, she held her aim when seeing a couple of walkers stumbling out of the supermarket and after the male. Bexley held her breath, waited, and fired. The arrow shot right into the back of one of the walkers skull.

 

[SentinelSevn]

Aaron rushed out of the supermarket, and further down the street he could see a bow aimed right at him. Hopefully the individual could tell he was alive, because he certainly didn't want an arrow through him. Just the sheer thought of it bothered him.. yet for some reason, he was grinning from pure excitement.


The undead rushed out behind him, and he heard the sound of one hitting the ground. He stopped and spun on his toes to run towards the girl holding the bow and called out, "Don't shoot me, and cover me!". He ran down the street towards her, but stopped half way and grabbed at the pole of a street sign that had most likely snapped from a panicked car ages ago. As the undead approached, he swung and heard the crack of bone. Bodies fell in front of him, and a pool of blood began to collect at his feet. One by one, bodies fell, but they inched by closer and closer as he took time to swing again.

 

[pridedzoey]

Erin shot her head up from her looting, she thought she heard something...through the cheap and not very well kept walls of the building. Something different, something that broke the for the most part silence of the streets. It was someone Calling...it didn't sound too far away either. Zombies don't usually call out for each other, neither do most survivors if they're smart. This intrigued her immensely.. Enough for her to feel the need to investigate. She hasn't talked to anyone for a while, and some living people would be a nice difference from normal occasion, and some dead former survivors can be a good thing to loot once the dead had their way with them... Or they get up and start wandering around.


She used the same means of entrance to escape the building, the jammed open window, and a not too terrifying shimmy down, and she was in the alley to the side of the building. She treaded as quietly as she could down the alley, towards where she think the sound may have came from, her hood drawn up now that she's mobile.

 

[JasTheGamer]

Bexley nodded slightly and loaded in another arrow after hearing the stranger's frantic request. She aimed once more and released, her aim being successful after another walker dropped. When reaching back for another one, she watched as the stranger used half of a street sign pole to smash the heads of the walkers in, becoming slightly impressed. Bexley kept a steady pattern as the walkers kept dropping; load, aim, fire, repeat.


Her arms began to grow tired while currently keeping the stranger's cover until she was down on her last arrow. There was still a few walkers left, but it wasn't too much that she couldn't handle. Loading in her last arrow, Bexley aimed at the one walker that was getting closer to the male individual, and released. The arrow found it's target right between the creature's forehead. The teenager watched in satisfaction as it slumped to the floor, becoming dead once again. After being out of arrows, she took out her kitchen knife and walked over to help him take out the last few walking corpses.

 

[SentinelSevn]

Aaron grinned at the combat, finding this amusing even though he was risking his life for it. As the arrows ceased, Chase took a quick glance to see that the archer had begun to advance towards the small few undead left. Impaling one of the remaining through its chest, he pushed the pole to the side and forced one to collide into the other; proceeding with his heel crashing through their neck. One or two remaining, he didn't find too much problem.

 

[JasTheGamer]

Bexley slashed her kitchen knife in the air, grazing one of the walker's forehead. To her annoyance, it was still stumbling towards her while the deep cut on it's forehead gushed oozing black blood. With her arm already aching, she raised it and cringed as the blade sunk into it's head. She pulled it out as it fell, and turned around to kick another walker down. Before it could get back up, Bexley went over and stomped it's head in three times, watching the contents of the brain spill out. Bexley looked around and saw that all of the walkers were taken down. Breathing heavily, she went to go and collect her arrows from the dead bodies.

 

[SentinelSevn]

Aaron let out a light whistle, raising his brow in amusement. "Well then, violent one aren't you?" He wiped a bit of blood on his hands onto his jeans, but nothing could be done with the tremendous amounts of the dark liquid coating his face. "Thanks for the assist there, I honestly would have just kept running if you hadn't come along."

 

[JasTheGamer]

Bexley pulled an arrow out of a walker's head as the stranger spoke. "Says the one who smashed a couple of heads in with a pole," She stated sarcastically, a hint of joke in the tone. She tried not to gag at the overwhelming scent of rotten flesh when she went over to get another arrow, slightly struggling because of how deep it was lodged in.


"No problem. I was starting to get bored anyway."

 

[pridedzoey]

Erin peered around the side of the building to see two people mopping up a few of the dead. They seemed to handle themselves well enough... It could be just an isolated incident however. She debated if she should make herself known or not. They could hold her at gunpoint for all she knows, and she's not confident about taking on two actual living people at once. On the other hand.. They could be useful allies, or at least distractions in the future. Before she actually decided or not, she found herself leaning out more into the alley, then slowly walking towards where it met the sidewalk. She didn't say anything, but she stopped trying to be inconspicuous either.

 

[SentinelSevn]

With a short laugh, Aaron bent over and pulled out an arrow from one that had fallen below him. "Well.. I guess fighting with my fists sounds like a better idea doesn't it?.." he responded as he followed her sarcasm. He shook his head with a smirk as she began to gag at the smell, wondering why she hadn't gotten used to it yet. "This far into the apocalypse and you can't stand the smell of rotten flesh? Well no wonder you've been bored." He chided, following with a mock deep breath through his nose. Took everything inside him not to puke, but it had been extremely rare to find someone else and he hoped to enjoy it.

 

[JasTheGamer]

Bexley rolled her eyes at his sarcastic comment, and lightly smirked after pulling out another arrow and sliding it back into it's quiver. "Excuse me for not trying to get myself into these kinds of situations, Mister Reckless." She got up and turned around just in time to see him taking in a deep breath through his nose, and nearly started gagging once more. "Oh for fucks sake, how can you even begin to stand that? That's beyond horrid," She said while grimacing. But in all, she couldn't help but laugh a little. It was kind of rare to even find someone that barely seemed to care that it was basically the end of the world.


When she went to go pick up another arrow, she looked up and noticed a hooded figure cautiously and slowly walking. Now on full alert, Bexley scanned the figure, seeing if there was any signs that it was another walker. She paused, seeing that the person wasn't, but you could never be too careful.

 

[SentinelSevn]

"Eh, but these kinds of situations are what make life worth living anymore. Going to college to sit at a desk for the rest of your life isn't the dream of the future anymore." Aaron finally stopped inhaling the nasty fumes, and turned to where the stranger was facing to see.. yet another survivor, what his lucky day. He had dropped his weapons inside he building, so right now he didn't have anything to defend himself besides half of the stop sign. He approached Bexley, stopping besides her as they watched the third walk towards them.

 

[pridedzoey]

They clearly noticed her approach.. And didn't try to rob rob her just yet, a good start I'm Erin's books. She kept her hood up, and took few more confident steps towards them. Though she kept her ice pick in her hand just in case. "Hey.... You the guys causing the racket?" She said a little too bluntly to be considered snide humor.

 

[SentinelSevn]

"Heck yeah we are, its a bit fun if I say so myself." Aaron said with a grin on his face, putting his weight on one side of his body as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Hopefully you don't plan on attacking us do you? Haven't known her long but this one is one hell of an archer." He pointed a thumb towards Bexley, names still unknown between the three.

 

[JasTheGamer]

Bexley stood up, having collected most of her arrows, and slung her bow over her shoulder. "Although archer seems like a nice title, my name's actually Bexley. Bex works fine," she stated. While putting her kitchen knife back into her satchel, she looked up at the sky and saw that there would probably only be a couple of more hours of daylight left. The teenager shifted side to side and gripped her satchel handle nervously, not being very fond of night time.

 

[pridedzoey]

"As long as you don't attack me first, you're fine" her eyes peered around for signs of trouble, before returning her attention on the two in front of her. "Nice to meet you both. Look I'll be straight forward here... You two are the first actual people I've seen in a while now, so its a welcome change to be honest." She was a bit selective of her words, and the information she gave. She wanted to be friendly, but she didn't want to necessarily let her guard down.

 

[SentinelSevn]

"The name's Aaron, or A, whatevers easier on you two." Aaron shrugged at his half-hearted introduction. "Well I haven't seen any other survivors since you two either, so you aren't alone there." He removed the sheath of his now-lost machete from his belt, discarding it since it would just be a hassle hanging from his hip. "But for the most part I'm weaponless, lost both of them inside the building and removing all the collapsed shelves would just make more noise." Raising the metal pole and resting iton his shoulder, he nodded his head towards it. "But I do have this, so I won't be completely useless."

 

[JasTheGamer]

"Same here," Bexley replied quietly. The last live person she saw was eaten alive right in front of her. Something she definitely doesn't like remembering. Once again her blue and brown eyes glanced up nervously at the darkening sky. Trying to push away her paranoia, she took out her kitchen knife and held it out for Aaron to take handle first. "Here, I prefer far ranged combat anyway. That pole may be useful, but sharp edges are most likely to get the job done."

 

[SentinelSevn]

"You think? Got something against dull weapons?" Aaron asked jokingly with a false pout across his lips. "I thought I fared pretty well, if I say so myself." He broke into a smile before grabbed hold of the knife's handle, taking a quick look at it. "Thanks anyway, I'll use it if something is stupid enough to get close. Well, now that we've actually found others like us, my first idea is to stick together. Of course I don't expect us to trust each other fully, but having our backs should be enough for now don't you two think? Besides, power in numbers I suppose."