Living in an undead world, The Zombie RP!

[Kie]

(OOC: Alright guys, just a random RP for anyone to enter. You don't have to use your RP character, I'll be playing myself. Teddy will probably play his real self too. I know this probably won't take off, so I'll be in Perth and make it seem realistic. By the way, my story begins after zombies have taken over the world and only pockets of survivors remain, but I'll refer to how it began (and everyone else can too, in their respective areas), as we go along.)

"Another night passes by. Another night we pass by undetected. How long has it been now? 5...6...7 years? We prepared so well and yet forgot a calender. I suppose we do not need it, we will be here forever, or so some people are saying. But how long can the undead survive? Even if they all suddenly disappeared, our lives would never be the same. How would we return to what we once were, as a society, as a culture, as people? The only difference between now and that time, if it comes, is that we are safe here, and now. Nobody knows how it began, and who is to say it is not already over, and people are living comfortable lives already? One thing is for sure, we must never be found..."

Kie dictates this speech once a full moon to the group of survivors at Fort 62.

"Why'd we call it that again? It sounds stupid! We should call it 'Super Ultra Zombie Destruction Base' or something!", asked a youngster on the morning of the day of fate, February 8th, 2015. Today was to be the end of the 6-year stay at the fort, unplanned by all who lived there, inevitable by those outside. The fort housed 26 survivors, and was located approximately 252km NE of the region formerly known as Perth, in the high grounds. Kie looked at the child and smiled.

"I don't know...hope maybe. Hope that there's a lot of others out there like us and they're doing just as good.", Kie said half-sarcastically as he gazed into the steel wall that protected the main gate. A figure approached from his left.

"Ah it's not so bad here Kie! Besides, you were the one who picked a prison as a supposedly safe place!", said Kali, another survivor.

"It is safe. There's no chance of anyone finding their way in here. Who's on guard today anyway?", Kie asked.

"Umm, the South, East and West walls are covered. Steph and Murray were supposed to cover the north wall today, but I think they're both sick or something.", Kali replied.

"Fine, I'll do it I guess. Wanna come?", asked Kie.

"Not on my day off! Gotta pink some veggies for tonight anyway. See ya!" she said, before running off inside. The prison was covered by high walls on all sides. 2 guards patrolled the walls in 8 hour shifts. They would never patrol in the open, as their detection would draw large numbers of wandering undead to the site. This was the number one rule in the fort, to remain undetected. Noise had to always be kept at a minimum, writing and hand signals were used more than words these days. These rules were a result of painful lessons learnt in the past. Many lives were lost due to careless detection and swarms of undead destroying fortifications with their numbers. Kie climbed the ladder to the middle section of the north wall, where a small opening at roughly head height allowed for relatively discrete patrolling. He took the first glance through the opening for the day.

"...oh no."

[teddy]

teddy had struggled at first, being in melbourne at the time of the attack. He had seriously hampering circumstances as melbourne was a populated city, and the city was turned quickly.

people had panicked, fled and tried to defend themselves. many died or were turned, some commited suicide rather than be turned. soon there was infestation. it had crept out of melbourne and seeped its way into the countryside and spread through victoria faster than anyone had anticipatted. the virus was spread and was only partially halted by the river and the undead infestation crossed the river boarder and entered New South Wales.

that was 6 years ago

No one knew the origins but no one cared. Teddy only cared for his survival. he had planned for a fallback plan incase of war, nuclear fallout and world destruction. nevertheless he had to try. his first attempt was locked down, he had grabbed his tools, weapons and his bike and hit the highway. he had almost made it out of melbourne when his bike was struck by a fleeting passenger opening his door on the jammed freeway. Teddy's bike had been dismantled and destroyed that day, and upon seeing this started to lose hope, and his consciousness. He thought he was done for. he awoke later at an undetermined time to which he was inside a bus, surrounded by zombies and two people fighting out of he sunroof. desperately he struggled to come to, blinking furiously to get the sleep and moans out of his eyes. disorientated he grabbed his backpack and forced himself to stand out of the sunroof. the other two were preoccupied with fighting the undead horde and so teddy was easily able to slip back down. he slumped into his seat, trying to block out the moaning sounds.

get up here dude and help us!

Teddy heard the desperate cry but he had his own skin to worry about. those two could already have been bitten and the horde was too great for close combat and confined spaces. Teddy pulled out his crowbar and searched for the floor bay. he pried it open and slipped out the bottom. Hiding under the bus now he was thinking about whether he had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. He took a breath and looked around. He may not have much time but he still had to think clearly. he spotted an opening, going away from the city. The horde was creeping up and slowly surrounding the bus. He had to move. His muscles ached and he stifled and moaning yawn as his body and mind descended into the pits of sleep where he had just been. He forced himself to wake up, shaking his head violently. and arching back his neck muscles. Teddy made his decision. He could run and die trying or die sleeping under a bus. He crawled out only to find a zombie claw raking at him. instinctively dodging he ducked his head, accidentally bringing his right arm up to shield his face. forgetting momentarily about the crowbar in his hand it thudded against the zombies leg with a sickening 'snap'. The zombie felt no pain but it was still governed by the rules of gravity

The zombie fell backwards, still trying to claw at its 'prey', and in its frenzy raked its claws into surrounding zombies. Teddy watched as the zombies fell into a fumbling flesh pile, domino falling in a clumsy fashion. Teddy, realising there would never be a better time bolted to his feet. A battle between his mind and body kicked in as adrenaline flooded and poured through his system, urging his muscles to move. He kicked over a few of the sprawlen undead and bolted away, leaving the dead circus behind. His mental endurance would have to prevail over the physical one for now, because if he gave in to human feelings he would surely collapse.

push it out, push it out, push it out...

teddy repeated on his head as he pounded the pavement. he MUST survive, stay alive.

Teddy ran until his body gave out from exhaustion and he collapsed once more. His will to push on still prevaild and he dragged his broken body along concrete roads until he found a roadhouse. He was on the way to ballarat.

Shopkeeper: HEY! you gonna pay for that?!

Teddy looked at him with icy eyes. The man was not going to backdown. he walked up to teddy and looked at him right back in the same icy stare and demanded payment again. Teddy threw him his wallet.

Teddy: Keep everything. Where this world is going we wont need it.

Teddy grabbed water, high energy drinks, caffine tablets, salt tablets and a few preserves of food. He paid on his credit card and laughed to himself, thinking he would never need it again and wouldnt have to pay for it anyway. The shop attendant thought he was nuts but teddy thought he would learn soon enough. He asked to use the toilet and took the toilet key, but just using it as an excuse to raid the garage. He already had a crowbar and pliars, his katana and sia's, but still needed a few things. He took some scissors, screwdrivers, rags and a small toolkit. shoving them in his bag and then deciding to wave using the actual toilet and urinating on the closest car. Teddy decided he had talked to the shopkeep enough and didnt want to disturb him. He took a pair of keys from the wall to the car of his choice and open the garage. He knew what he had done was wrong but that couldnt be helped. he hoped that this was all a bad dream and he was just insane but he already was crazy so he just ignored himself for 5 minutes and let his instinct kick in over conscience.

Teddy took the car and drove away, hoping to never look back. After driving for long hours, having many small battles at gas stations and living off of small provisions (and more car stealing) he found a car with a radio. After playing with it for sometime found a radio wave calling for survivors to be at a prison NE of Perth. He put it on the map and marked out the best and safest route. He made his way there and this is his story of survival in the fort known as Fort 62.



Teddy had just finished listening to Kie's speech and then had logged off of his guard shift to sleep. He admired Kie, such a strong and resolute leader in desperate times. He wondered how long he would hold out though. Teddy had lived in Fort 62, with many others. He had 2 career choices. Fight and defend the fort or create babies for the survival of the human race. He chose to defend. Kie needed a strong defense to help the new colony and Teddy was going to be that support. Plus he had findings and small scraps of scrawled on paper from when he had had his fights. best ways to erase and kill and the best weapons. At one stage he had even completed the successful capture, killing and autopsy of a zombie with the jail's resindent doctor. The prisoners left in the prison had been suprisingly helpful and reactive to the call for aid to defend the fort. Thinking of this time reminded him of the good qualities in human beings that he was helping to slavage and he smiled. The human race had its chances yet. Teddy just hoped he was a good asset to the team...

Just as he was about to sleep Teddy heard a call, something had been spotted north of the fort. Looks like he wasn't gonna get any sleep tonight. He grabbed his custom gun, bullets and katana and headed to the top of the fort...

[The Welsh Paddy]

OOC: Cool. I'm playing an older version of myself!

IC: Paddy was breathing heavilly. Exhausted, after fleeing a particular group of "zombies" out in the country. Two more of his companions had been killed, brutally torn apart by the monsters. He was sickened at the thought. He had no clue what they were, or where they came from, but him and his friends had been fighting to survive for the last six years now, travelling through any places where more survivors may be found, avoiding the creatures as best they could.

But it wasn't easy. To begin with, it was just him and a friend he had been out drinking with at the time. When disaster struck, there was utter confusion. Everyone panicking and trying to escape. By the following morning, the entire town was overrun by these zombies. Paddy had come to call them that by their seemingly 'dead' appearance, and they fact that the only way of really killing them, was by removing the head or destroying the brain. He soon came to discover ways of slowing them down, namely by cutting their ligaments to prevent them from moving those limbs. But they seemed to remain ignorant of pain and continued to crawl or shuffle onwards.

He didn't care to go near them though. Nor anyone else, he assumed. He had witnessed what happens to those who get bitten and it wasn't pleasant at all.

As he and Gaz escaped the town, they came by more survivors. People like themselves, who figured they would be safer in large numbers. Since then, they had been constantly travelling, arming themselves with whatever they could use to defend themselves and searching for refuge. Their numbers had topped fifty at the time. They were at some point between Carnarvon and Perth now, and their numbers had dwindled to less than twenty.

"Paddy," someone said urgently, snapping him out of his daydream.

Paddy turned to the person who had spoken and stopped in his tracks. "Jesus, Gaz," he said in disbelief.

Gaz had gone extremely pale and clammy and his right arm had been mangled. Quite literally hanging from its socket by nothing more than a little bit of muscle and flesh. Resisting the urge to go sick, he sat his friend down. Several others gathered nearby, watching anxiously. "The bastards got me while we were coming over those rocks," gasped Gaz, gritting his teeth in pain. "They didn't bite me, but managed to tear my arm up with their bare hands."

Paddy wondered whether this would still cause an infection. No doubt it would. Better to kill Gaz now; put him out of his misery and prevent him from turning. Gaz seemed to know what he was thinking and smiled. "Do it, man," he whispered. "Before I become one of them."

Paddy brought out the Desert Eagle he had acquired from the Munitions Store back in some other city. He didn't have much ammo left, but he wasn't going to allow his friend to join the ranks of the undead. "Sorry, Gaz," he said, aiming the gun at Gaz's head and firing, killing the man instantly.

He left then, following the others who regarded him with sympathy. He just had to kill his best friend. That memory was likely going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

For several hours they walked, they had managed to lose the zombies and were now weary incase of another encounter. They could hear the sounds of the zombies wailing and moaning and it was impossible to tell where it was coming from. Soon, they reached the highlands north of Perth. Eventually, they came across some form of stronghold. One of the other survivors came up beside Paddy. "Reckon there's any survivors in there?" she asked.

"I don't know..." replied Paddy, examining the location.

Movement was spotted then. Figures moving over the battlements. Where they zombies? No, they can't be. They didn't wander about mindlessly. It seemed that it was some form of guard keeping watch on the surrounding area. Paddy smiled inspite of everything. This could very well be the refuge they were looking for. He turned to the others. "Right. There are humans there. We're gonna have to be careful in case we're mistaken as zombies," he told them. "We can't shout to let them know we're survivors incase we draw unwanted attention from anything else."

"Why not write a message?" someone asked. "We'll make it good and big and carry it over."

It sounded stupid, but it made sense. They tied several sheets of bedding together and wrote 'SURVIVORS' on it, large and black so it stood out, even in the dark. They carried it towards the fortress. Paddy felt nervous. Maybe the people there would just open fire on them anyway. But, it was either chancing that, or being back out in the wild with no food or drink, fighting for survival against hordes of zombies. He still hoped against hope the guards up on the fort wouldn't shoot them, though. Not when the prospect of food and shelter suddenly became a very real possibility.

OOC: If anything needs to be changed, then let me know, yeah? Not familiar with Australia myself, so I'm trying to work by maps on Google. xD