Signs have been placed all over the abandoned block known as zone one. There seems little to no danger, with the occasional infected lying in wait, though most of the food from the area as well as supplies have been picked clean. It seems most of the vines surrounding the buildings have receded, leaving at least one very obvious advantage: scouring the untouched buildings for additional belongings that will hopefully last, if it weren't just for one small obstacle.
ZONE ONE THINGS TO DO:
Each zone has a [ GM ORP ] which you may participate in for event plots. Finishing a GM ORP will give you bonus district points to apply to your faction base's HP AND extra items for your minis inventory. exclaim To access the GM ORP for zone 1, read the posts below!
Each zone has a [ MOB THREAD ] That shows which mobs spawn if you post NON MISSION solo/prps/orps of your own in that zone. Remember before posting a ZONE 1 PRP, you MUST go to the mob thread. You can only post a prp if you roll 1d10 to see if you summoned a mob FIRST. exclaim Go HERE for the zone one zone mob thread!
Each zone has a [ SECRET AREA ]. This is a unique orp thread where you can post inside to hopefully obtain exclusive supplies. Just a note that scavenging threads must be rped as per usual ORP style. exclaim Go HERE for the zone 1 SECRET AREA.
Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 10:18 pm
ZONE ONE GM ORP: IT BEGINS:
A rumour is building. It says that someone in zone one has killed an undying with a secret weapon. Not scattered, not temporarily suppressed, but killed once and for all. This information could provide a huge advantage to any faction who discovers it. It could let them triumph over the other factions. Knowledge is power, and in this case, power is dangerous, especially if attached to the promise of weapons.
Zone one is populated by well known bandits, called the Harbingers. They are extremely aggressive and territorial, and seem to have an unlimited supply of ranged firearms. It will be difficult passing by them without adhering to their strict rules. As you approach the zone, you can see already, two snipers lying in wait by the wall. They are watching. They notice the crowd gathering below. Warning bullets are fired. The crowd tenses, builds up, splitting into four distinct factions. Bullets are exchanged, and the more shouts--
- And before you realize it, grenades are launched towards you, sending you flying, dirt, glass, and pavement scattering everywhere. You hear a ringing in your ears - someone shouting at you to get up, and you struggle to your feet. Your head feels like it's bleeding, maybe it is only your imagination, there's no time to stop as you surge forward to try and break through the wall left by the Harbingers. Gunfire. One of the bandits shoots someone in front of you. They go down hard, injured, and you have to make a decision: stay to help, or push forward. Whatever decision you make takes time and there is smoke and blood everywhere, rising steadily still as the noise begins to attract both the undying and infected towards the wall. Someone is shouting for you to regroup, maybe your faction leader-
- And then a terrible piercing wail shatters through the battlegrounds and silences everyone.
It is dark now. The undying immediately drift away, attracted to the scream, summoned by it, while those infected still throw themselves at the sandbagged wall. Torches are lit outside, scattered with an array of flashlights. The gunfire is directed at pushing the undying away. At last, they wander away, leaving only survivors behind. The gates open, and one of the bandits steps out and whistles loudly. A white flag. Truce.
The next hour passes by quickly as you nurse your injuries from the assault. Each faction lead is brought forward. They enter the walls of the barricaded zone, and do not return for a while. Another hour passes. It is almost dark by the time all of them leave again. They repeat the words spoken by the leader of the Harbingers.
"They say this zone belongs to them. They are willing to ration out their resources as long as you agreeably help them out, but they will only share what they have found with the undying with one other faction. To put it frankly, they only have enough weapons of that sort to give to one other faction. It could be us. It could be another faction. Whomever has it will have a severe advantage over the others. It will drastically improve our survivability. We may have a ceasefire now, but we are only obeying it so we can get into the Harbinger's good graces. It is very important that we are the faction to obtain this advantage and we will do it by proving our worth."
OOC: ZONE ONE
BEFORE YOU GET STARTED:
[ Damage Dealt TO YOU ]: Being in combat has done no favours to your team. Roll 1d10 to see what injury your character sustains. This does NOT affect HP, this is for rp flavour ONLY for the duration of this ZONE 1 EVENT. There is no decent medication to go around, so your character for the time being has to deal with these injuries for the greater good.
1. Light concussion from blunt weapon to head. Suffers from dizziness, vertigo, blurred vision, and minor cognitive impairment. May induce vomiting. 2. Injury to leg. Up to you if bullet wound or blunt damage. Light hairpin fracture. Cannot run/ must walk slowly/ must use either a crutch or assistance from another player. 3. Eardrums damage. Cannot hear well at all. May be prone to ear infection. 4. Arm fracture. Up to you if bullet wound or blunt damage. Done to primary arm. May be unable pick up objects easily. 5. Cracked ribs. Difficulty breathing. No sudden movement. Must take breaks to catch breath. 6. Dislocated shoulder. Entire shoulder area is inflamed while trying to reset it. Cannot move arm. 7. Black eye. Difficulty seeing from one eye. Loss of depth perception. 8. Broken jaw. Difficulty speaking. Swollen tongue. 9. Blood loss. Blood loss from wounds. Fatigue, dizziness, difficulty carrying out actions. 10. Head trauma. Sharp blow to the head results in severe head trauma. Complete vision loss for OOC 48 hours.
- Then, write a post based around their experience to the prompt above and what injury they obtained from it/ how they dealt with it/ etc. Post it in this thread.
- You are free to "interact' with other characters to help them out if you wish, this is a good ORP zone for you to help other characters with injuries. All injuries are LASTING. You MUST rp them for the ENTIRE DURATION OF ZONE 1 (48 hours oocly) until ZONE 2 opens. This includes rping this in your home base faction threads/ events for this time duration.
- Place in the top of your OOC POST the DAMAGE STATUS of your character (damage sustained) so players know what your character currently looks like.
[ Example ]: I am from the Contract Faction. I roll 1d10 first and get 8, so my character now has a broken jaw. I now rp with my character reacting to the above post, and the in the scuffle, cracked my jaw against someone's weapon. My character is now stuck with that injury for the next OOC 48 hours of RP. Consider this an exercise in understanding your character a little better and discover their limits in their restricted environments! If you wish to keep the injury longer than that, it is up to your personal decision. I will place this information at the top of my ooc post for my posts so players know (along with the usual IC information).
When you are ready continue reading to the [ ZONE ONE GOAL ] below!
ZONE ONE GOAL: THE SECRET WEAPON
- It seems that there is a truce/ceasefire. Indeed, the decision of which faction will obtain the weapons is based on which faction gains the most favours, that is to say which faction SUCCESSFULLY completes the most MISSION OBJECTIVES below. These mission objectives are unique. The more your player ICly experiences, the more they will understand what is going on, and hopefully gain a sharp advantage on the final days to come.
- Mission objectives can only be done once per character. They can be done solo or with a group. If you fail it you cannot try again (it is considered a FAIL).
gaia_crown[ STEP 0 ]: Make sure you have written a reaction post (and rolled 1d10 for injury) first before proceeding (SEE ABOVE: BEFORE YOU GET STARTEDsmile. Remember the injury must be rped during ALL of the steps below until Zone 2 begins.
gaia_crown[ STEP 1 ]: - Select which mission objective you want to complete from the list below. You can do this in singles or in groups. Create an RP in this subforum titled MISSION RP (TITLE OF CHARACTERS HERE). You can have a max of 3 characters in a group. Each character in that group must have not completed that objective. You don't need to do ALL of them, you only need to pick which ones interest you/your characters (and the prizes). It could be one, it could be two, it could be five. If you have already completed one, and your friend wants to do the same one, you can help them, but you do not get to claim credit for doing it again.
gaia_crown[ STEP 2 ]: Select one of the objectives in the second post, and post the information in OOC QUOTES at the top of your thread post (the person posting the thread). Follow the instructions as to how to complete it.
gaia_crown[ STEP 3 ]: If you have SUCCESSFULLY completed a mission, use the form below to drop off your completed mission and obtain the rewards. Drop off ONE FORM PER MISSION IN A DIFFERENT POST. When you drop off your completed mission, don't forget to drop off your bonus district points in your district's main info thread. Your participation is paramount in saving your district from elimination as even a single point may prove to be the difference between life and death! Good luck!
gaia_crown[ STEP 4 ]: At the end of the 48 hours (SEPT 21 @ 11:59 PM PST), a tally will be done of all completed missions. The faction with the most points will obtain a significant IC bonus for the next zone.
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ALL MISSION OBJECTIVES:
Once again, you can only SUCCESSFULLY complete each mission ONCE PER CHARACTER. All information obtained in this missions CAN be icly shared and is highly encouraged to solve what is going on! Other than objective 1 you do NOT NEED TO ROLL FOR A MOB IN THE OTHER OBJECTIVES
gaia_crown[ OBJECTIVE 1: ]
- "Suppress" one undying. Upon successful completion, tear off a limb to prove victory. You can reroll if you fail to summon one the first time!
Create a PRP thread in the zone and successfully suppress/defeat the mob. Upon victory come back and fill out the form.
Mission Bonus: +1 random food item. Pick it up here after dropping off the form below. Faction Bonus:+ 1 bonus district point in your choice (drop off using the bonus district points form in your main faction info thread) Difficulty:gaia_star
gaia_crown[ OBJECTIVE 2: ]
- Scavenge the office building for supplies OOC: You will need to scavenge the local office building (STAPLES) for supplies. Any information you discover within the building can be used for later.
[ Step 1 ] Each player must roll 4d10 in their post. Match your dice to the rolls below. RP it out in ANY order.
1. Your character finds a stapler. It doesn't seem very useful. It is still attached to an arm, that has long begun it's final stages of decay. Attached to the bracelet of the arm is a name. "R O R...." the rest is missing.
2. Your character finds boxes and boxes of receipts. It doesn't look very informative.
3. Your character turns the corner and finds one of the undying! They must remain quiet for a bit to avoid being caught. If your character wishes to fight it instead for some reason, the undying has 50 HP and does -5 auto damage.
4. Your character finds a stray cat. It doesn't seem very friendly.
5. Your character notices a strange room. It seems to be locked.
6. Your character notices a foul smell coming from the copier room. You notice that the copier has stopped running, but there are pages and pages of images that surround it. Each one depicts someone being brutally stabbed. It is difficult to look at.
7. Your character notices some booze! Unfortunately it is empty
8. Your character manages to find some loose change. Not very handy.
9. Your character comes across a disgusting sight - a half-eaten body. The smell is repulsive and causes you to involuntarily gag. The half-eaten face's eyeballs are still looking at you, darting back and forth, moving.
10. You come across several rats all clustered together. You don't want to know why.
[ Step 2 ] After your character is done scavenging, simply report your findings to one of the bandits. Your work here is done.
Mission Bonus: +1 random drink item. Pick it up here after dropping off the form below. Faction Bonus:+ 1 bonus district point in your choice (drop off using the bonus district points form in your main faction info thread) Difficulty:gaia_star
gaia_crown[ OBJECTIVE 3: ]
- Try to make communications with the outside world OOC: Try to make communications with the outside world. There is a RADIO CONTROL station set up. Unfortunately, masses of the infected wander around it. You need to sneak around the masses undetected to try to get to the top of the radio tower to work it.
[ Step 1 ] Radio tower detection is determined by how much your character is carrying.
A player character NOTHING in their (minis) inventory rolls 1d4. A victory is a 1-3
A player carrying 1 item in their minis inventory rolls 1d6. A victory is a 1-4
A player carrying 2+ items in their minis inventory rolls 1d10. A victory is a 1-5
If you roll a FAIL, the mobs of infected notice you, and begin to chase you. GAME OVER (this task is a FAIL). Otherwise, continue forward.
[ Step 2 ]
You reach the top of the radio tower. Now, you see why this is an issue. At the top of the stairs is a room, and it is filled with hundreds of different communications lines. You would have to try each one to see if it works. It would take hours, days, if not months.
Roll 1d100. Match your dice roll to the result below an RP it out. You may keep on rolling until you are satisfied with your result, and then you may leave at any point.
1- 20: You get static on your line. It didn't work.
21 - 40: You get what sounds like someone talking on the line but it is difficult to make out.
41 - 60: You hear something. Someone shouting "Hello? This is-." It gets cut off.
61 - 80: You hear something. It comes loud and clear. "This is prerecorded emergency broadcast. If you are listening to this, you are in critical danger. Find the nearest shelter immediately and hide until further authorities notify you. Do not attempt to contact local authorities. Do not leave your house. This is not a drill."
81-90: You hear something. "- supplies shipped in daily. We try to do it from the air but we don't have many choppers left. They will dwindle after a while. --- seven days --- then ----" It cuts off.
91-100: You hear something. "-- you don't know me but I'm here to help you. Don't listen to anything they tell you. They have it wrong. -- Listen closely. -- undying are not the problem. The thorns are. They cannot be destroyed. Avoid them -- contagious -- do not touch. -- spread. That's how the virus replicates. -- too late for you. They will not let you leave."
Mission Bonus: +1 random clothing item. Pick it up here after dropping off the form below. Faction Bonus:+ 1 bonus district point in your choice (drop off using the bonus district points form in your main faction info thread) Difficulty:gaia_stargaia_star
gaia_crown[ OBJECTIVE 4: ] Day Zero Log:
- Write a log of what has happened to you so far
Your character is asked to write a log of what has happened to them between day zero and the present. You can be as descriptive or as brief as you wish, up to a MINIMUM of 250 words. Create it as a as a log in your journal. When you are done, you may submit the form with a link to it.
Mission Bonus: +1 random healing item. Pick it up here after dropping off the form below. Faction Bonus:+ 1 bonus district point in your choice (drop off using the bonus district points form in your main faction info thread) Difficulty:gaia_star
gaia_crown[ OBJECTIVE 5: ]
- Decipher the code.
An encrypted message has been left behind by someone. The bandits do not know what it means, it is up to you to decipher the code.
- If you think you have deciphered the code, post below an image to what you think the answer is. FILL OUT THE GREY BOXES ACCORDINGLY. You only get one try so think carefully and then make a post before the 48 hour deadline! Good luck!
- Only CORRECT solutions will be rewarded.
Mission Bonus: +1 random weapon item. Pick it up here after dropping off the form below. Faction Bonus N/A Difficulty:gaia_stargaia_stargaia_star
gaia_crown[ OBJECTIVE 6: ]
- Interview three other hostiles
Create either an INTERVIEW ORP (where you can quote either other to interview) OR a INTERVIEW PRP interviewing two other people from factions NOT YOUR OWN (you can also create two separate interview rps, one for each person!) You must ask them a list of any of the questions below and then record the answers ICly. The format should be: question -> answer from player -> write it down (interview summary) -> interview complete, though you are free to just PRP it out with the player for a bit or ask more questions, or make up questions afterwards to ask of your own!
All interviews take place in a secluded area away from mobs. Think of it as a great way to know players from other factions without fighting in boss encounters!
Answers may not be answered sarcastically or they do not (icly!) count.
1) What did you do prior to Day Zero? 2) What is your secret to surviving? 3) What do you think caused Day Zero? 4) You are attacked by one of the undying. You lose function of both your legs and will never walk again. Would you rather put yourself out of your misery or survive knowing you will die soon in the future? 5) What use do you personally think you have towards your faction? 6) Do you think you will be rescued? 7). What qualities do you think you bring forward if you had to lead? cool What the major problem to surviving Day Zero? 9) Describe your family. 10) Describe yourself 11) Describe your weapon of choice 12) What is more important to you - knowledge or physical power and why? 13) You find the way out of the city but are heavily infected. Would you still leave? 14) If your best friend had the cure to the infection but it required heavily dissecting them would you do it? 15) Describe what you would do if you were rescued
Mission Bonus: +1 random JUNKYARD item. Pick it up here after dropping off the form below. Faction Bonus + 1 bonus district point in your choice (drop off using the bonus district points form in your main faction info thread) Difficulty:gaia_stargaia_star
Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 10:27 pm
MISSION OBJECTIVE DROP OFF FORM:
When you have completed a mission with the given requirements, drop it off here. Please note that you may immediately apply the bonus district points to your faction, but items may take a while to grant!
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Michael heard the news. It was hard to not have at this point, really. And quite frankly, he was eager to find this weapon. It could really give his group the edge they need to survive out here. So, he steeled himself and set out into the world, crossing into the Harbingers' territory.
Remember your training he thought to himself. As a cop, this might have been something more or less along the lines of what he'd do.
Well. Except right now he was completely unarmed. When he would have had a sidearm and probably a bulletproof vest in the least otherwise. He'd make do.
The rookie soon realized just how wrong he was. This wasn't anything like he expected, as the area turned into a complete warzone. It wasn't just the gunfire. They had ******** grenades. Seeing one land nearby, his eyes went wide before he scrambled and dove away. He managed to not get blasted to pieces, but there was a sickening crack as he landed awkwardly on his right arm.
Michael screamed out in pain as it felt as though his arm was set ablaze. He clutched his arm, writhing. It wasn't hurting any less, but he knew he needed to get moving. With a whimper, he got up to his feet slowly and started to run for some cover. His broken arm hung at his side awkwardly.
Once he found a wall to duck behind, he leaned against it, fighting the urge to scream once more. s**t, his arm hurt so much. He wasn't sure how he was going to do much of anything at this point.
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Character's name: Michael Kidman Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: GO #34 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'11.
Max had finally begun to feel like he fit. He'd gotten over his moody silences and bouts of sulking for the most part, and was integrating surprisingly well, even going so far as to enjoy himself every once in a while. So of course that was when the rumor mill began to churn. Even he couldn't avoid talk of the Harbingers and their weapon, and as strong as his desire to remain safe burned, he knew they couldn't sit idly by while another faction cozied up to the only people who presented a threat.
He stayed near the back of the crowd when they moved out, prepared to turn tail if things went south. He really should have anticipated that they'd be flanked.
The grenade exploded just to his left, throwing him off of this feet and knocking the wind out of him. He would have time to be grateful later that the strength of the grenade suggested the Harbingers hadn't wanted to kill them, but at the moment all he knew was that the world had been overlaid with a tinny, muffled soundtrack, and everyone around him was in a hysterical panic. He tried to get up, but his sense of balance was shot, and the blow to the head he received a breath or two later didn't help.
Max clutched at the dirt as his fist clenched shut on its own. He tried to find it in himself to fight, but nausea overwhelmed him and the only fight he could manage was one with his own gag reflex. He dropped his forehead to the ground and started to roll, determined to see who had struck him, but before he could even begin to turn over, someone hit him again. Whether it was the same person or some other violent opportunist he would never know. The ringing in his ears went silent as he fell unconscious.
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Damage status: There is a trail of dried blood down the back of Max's head and his eyes are unfocused.
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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10. Head trauma. Sharp blow to the head results in severe head trauma. Complete vision loss for OOC 48 hours.
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It was the radio that made him think it was a good idea to go out -- the cryptic messages, communicating with people from other areas. It wasn't that there was anyone out there he particularly wanted to see, nothing in particular that strung him along. Just something about hearing someone else's voice, the reminder that the world outside still existed.
Curiosity about the bandits.
He crept out and hesitated on the threshold, lingering one last moment before he plunged into the world outside --
and into chaos.
The grenade was just the start of the problem, an overwhelming flash of light and sound that left Austin blinking frankly for a very long moment, glasses knocked crooked and too stunned to do anything. He thought he heard gunfire, he thought he saw a splash of blood, and then, all at once, the pain kicked in. Somewhere along the way his head had collided with stone, and the blood kicked in through his jaw and face, teeth rattling in his mouth, tongue tender.
He just lay there. He lay there for far too long, the pounding of his pulse filling his own ears, pale green eyes gone wide and flat and distant and just a little bit bloodshot. There was movement around him, an arm under his elbow. guiding him along. He didn't remember the movement, only the pain, the burst of red and black across his vision, the ringing.
Next thing he knew, there were lectures. Secret weapons and bandits who named themselves after messengers of god, a battle between the districts, some kind of Hunger Games bullshit and, for the moment, he couldn't even bring himself to care, except that with help might come water, ice, painkillers, something to sap the pounding in his face and the swelling in his mouth. He hurt too much to worry about the infected and the danger of being run, or what it would mean if [God forbid] the prison got their hands on those weapons.
He drew in a shaky breath and patted himself down. Checked his bag, made sure all his supplies were still at hand, and once again worked his mouth. It brought another flare of dark across his vision, stunned where he sat. Austin wouldn't try that again.
Instead he stood, shaky, with a hand against the wall, to look around at the assembled crowd, struggling to pick out a familiar face.
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Character's name: Austin Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE.
Austin's slim and a bit taller than average at 5'10' with sandy hair shorn short on the sides, longer and curly on the top. His eyes, behind a pair of thin wire thick plastic frames with the wrong prescription, are faded green and usually amused; his skin is fair, freckling in sun unless he's careful; his mouth is just a little too full, in a way that appeals to most people.
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It became all too clear that Monica wasn't prepared for this when real live people showed up. s**t, she thought, and then there wasn't room to think. Just punch after punch after punch...
Eventually, though, there was a ceasefire. They hadn't even been fighting undying, and that was the frightening part.
Her body was so sore, and she couldn't think straight. Briefly she regretted having challenged Shaun to that fight. She didn't know what she was supposed to be doing now...and...Corgi. He was in danger. That was not something she was fond of hearing. "Corgi?" she called. "Corgi, you'd better be - " Safe? She couldn't see him. She couldn't see anyone who'd recognize him by that name, either. Oh no.
The problem was she didn't really have very far to go. She was bleeding - a lot more than she'd thought she was - and she was tired. There wasn't a ton to do but hover here, and wait to see whether anyone had the ability to move in a group. The problem was whenever she tried to take more than a few steps, suddenly she was dizzy again...
Ugh.
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky.
"Time to get the game on." mission set ready to rock and roll. This was not a drill, this was not a game. but they had to find that weapon. a Weapon would allow them to fight, to stand their ground. To win if possibly. Now that was what she was talking about. Before she had a sense of hopelessness, but now, now they could win.
Just like a game.
She squared up her shoulders, her superman cape flowing behind her as she stepped towards enemy territory. They would get the weapons and be better off. They would be able to kill the un living and make it until the 7 days were up.
She went in and suddenly there were bullets and grenades everywhere. It was difficult to tell what way was even up and she didn't know the land well enough to find a good hiding place, not fast enough to take cover anyways. She knew the area once upon a time, before there were sand bags, and barriers and crumbling buildings reduced to shelters instead of the stores and offices they once were. Just like how the mall had changed into home.
She missed home. Missed her roses, missed not having to fight. Missed the biggest fights being against the alliance. The biggest bad guy a virtual dragon that she could spam spells at with her troll. She missed her troll in general. The big jaunting tucks and her level 80 armor. This was just a raid she told herself. Just a raid. In hard core mode.
Then she heard it, hear them. The infected. That was when she had to run. Someone, another group, and infected, she didn't know grabbed at her. she waved that cane, brandishing it as a weapon to the best of her abilities. "I'm not going down without a fight!" she yelled and smacked at them, fending them off. No costume, not a mall rat at least. At some point during the tussle she stumbled and fell. Blackness overtook her.
Silence, just silence. When she came too, it was to the shuffling of feet and someone beside her. "Huh what? what's going on? Who is there?"
"Just me Gracie."
"Joe is that you? who turned out the lights?"
"The lights are on Grace... you hit your head, you shouldn't move much."
"I'm fine." she tried to sit up and decided that was a bad idea. she stayed right were she was. Never mind. She would just stay down and take a little break. her vision was swimming she couldn't focus on anything and her head hurt like something. "What's going on out there?"
"We have a truce. they are willing to share with one group, there aren't enough weapons for all of us."
"Not enough? No of course not otherwise they would be out arming us all. Were are all on the same team at the end of the day." Joe's silence spoke volumes. she knew he didn't agree with her. He was always more of a coward. He didn't even want to go on this mission. He thought it was too dangerous to go outside.
Well inside they had run out of food, and no more whisky. They had to go outside if they wanted to survive. "What do we do to get the weapons?"
"We make them happy, only one faction gets them though."
"Sounds like a good old hunger games then."
she could picture Joe's confused face. Clearly he hadn't seen the movie. She should have known. He was always a little behind the times, even before this whole fiasco started.
"Don't worry Joey, we just gotta do what they want and then our survival chances go way up." How she would be of any use though was questionable. She couldn't even see her own nose right now. Hopefully that would clear up at some point because if not, she was in trouble. "Hand me my cane. Too bad it isn't white. Right?" It never hurt to carry a stick after all. Slowly she got up and hobbled over to the forming group.
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10. Head trauma. Sharp blow to the head results in severe head trauma. Complete vision loss for OOC 48 hours.
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Character's name: Gracie "Granny" Smith Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER And older women with greying dark hair. It was dyed but the roots are clearly greying. She is wearing a super man cape and carrying a cane. You can call her super granny.
[ Eardrums damage. Cannot hear well at all. May be prone to ear infection. ]
Following her faction, Brie was a little unnerved by the fact she had no weapon with her, but did at least feel better in a group. If lucky, they would be able to locate weapons of some sort along the way. The rumor was that someone had actually managed to kill one of undying! She didn't even know that was possible! But if this weapon could help..
Approaching the zone, the red head hopped back, startled by the sudden gun shots fired in warning to them. Clearly, they were not welcome here. It didn't take long for hell to break loose, but between the exchange in gunfire and people yelling, the grenade came unexpectedly.
Knocked back by the blast itself. Brie groaned, rocking to her side before pressing her hands to her ears, only to feel a warm liquid. Lowering her hands to inspect and finding blood, it only took her moments after to realize she could barely hear a thing.
Everything was almost deathly silent.
A little more than panicked of the idea of possibly being deaf, or having permanent ear damage, she struggled to stand and search for any familiar faces.
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Character's name: Brie Hudson Character's faction: Faction 3 / Apartments Character's journal link: Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Reference
1. Light concussion from blunt weapon to head. Suffers from dizziness, vertigo, blurred vision, and minor cognitive impairment. May induce vomiting.
To say she hadn't been interested in the rumors of a secret weapon would have been a lie, but if Renita had known that the search for it was going to end up like this, she would have stayed at the apartments and made sure her sister and friends stayed too. Things had become so terrible so fast. The shooting when it started was enough to kick everything into chaos, but when the grenades were thrown she truly lost track of everyone and everything but that mad race to survive. As she crawled to towards cover, trying to shake the ringing out of her ears, someone ahead of her went down with a spray of blood. She spared only a moment to glance over them before moving forward.
They hadn't had an umbrella. She wondered if she'd ever entirely forgive herself for caring.
Through the fighting, she saw a flash of purple that she prayed was Sawyer's hair and she ran for it with everything she had. She never did make it, as a man along her path whirled suddenly, weapon lashing out. Pain exploded along the left side of her face with a force that sent her to her knees. The world swam around her as she tried to pull herself back up to her feet, and she succeeded only in making her nausea worse. Once she'd finished vomiting, she tried again, blinking furiously in attempt to clear the blur in her eyes.
Where was everyone? What was happening? Later she would wonder how she'd possibly survived this after the undying came, but somehow she stumbled through the worst of it and made her way back to rejoin the other umbrella-bearing survivors. Clutching her head with one hand, she looked for any familiar face. "Sawyer? Wataru?" God, where were they? "Lennard?"At this point she would have even welcomed the sight of Oscar.
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Character's name: Renita Hayes Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Renita has thick, dark brown hair, cut in a medium length bob. Her eyes are brown. She stands at about 5'6" and has a curvy but relatively fit figure. Generally dresses modestly and/or professionally, with a love of sweaters.
Injury: A light concussion. Very big bruise on the left side of her face.
5. Cracked ribs. Difficulty breathing. No sudden movement. Must take breaks to catch breath.
The news was uplifting. Someone found a way to destroy the undying. Megan joined the crowd of hopefuls surging toward the gates. She tensed at the sound of gunfire. Really? Raiders again? Or someone else? As the crowd shifted, she followed her nose toward the familiar safety of the other Mall Rats.
As more guns went off above, she put her hands over her ears and ducked to escape the noise. I'm not built for this, I'm not built for this... This isn't a game, I can't just hide behind a box and heal...
The clack of something landing on the ground several feet away was all the warning she had before it exploded. The force of the blow flung rocks into the crowd and hurled her to the ground. Her ears were ringing, Her head was aching. She could only thank the earphones connected to her radio for protecting her eardrums from rupture.
Get up get up get up getupgetupgetup!! Megan struggled to her feet as she realized chaos had erupted all around. There were bandits coming off the walls, only one way to go. She tried to bolt for the wall. Running was what she was good at. Gotta run. She ducked as the bullets flew, bringing down someone ahead, but there was no time to stop. If she did, she'd probably go down too. She didn't get far before she realized there was a sharp pain in her side, and it was getting harder to breathe. The blast must have cracked something and the adrenaline was wearing down.
Out of the corner of her eye, Megan saw the shadows beginning to shift. Ohhh no, not now... She could hear someone calling to regroup, and she whirled around to head back. No good entering the zone herself, she needed a group... but there were infected coming this way. Nonetheless, she turned back and ran toward where she heard the familiar voice calling out for a retreat. Infected and undying--
Wait, no. What was that scream? The undying were suddenly leaving. There were still infected, but the undying were leaving, almost orderly as they drifted away. There was more gunfire, but it didn't seem directed at the survivors anymore. No, it was at the infected. Megan stumbled back toward the other Rats, holding her side where it hurt. She must have cracked a rib or two when that grenade went off. This was bad, she couldn't run anymore without running out of breath and leaning in any direction just hurt. What good was she now?
She sat gingerly on a rock nearby, hoping to rest long enough to accustom herself to the pain. She didn't even notice the passage of time, or the call for a truce. Only that Guy had left them, and then came back with information. A truce with bandits? That fired on them? Why?
... They have anti-undying weapons??
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Zone Injury: Cracked ribs. Takes heaving breaths. When not actively doing anything, she one tries to keep hand on her right side to protect herself from further damage.
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Zone Injury: Cracked ribs. Takes heaving breaths. When not actively doing anything, she one tries to keep hand on her right side to protect herself from further damage. Character's name: Megan Lam Character's faction: District 4 (Mall) Character's journal link: [here] [ b]Character's survival stats: Megan Lam (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Little 5' Chinese girl. You can't really tell how old she is; she looks like she's 17, but all Asians look 17 until they're like 60 so that isn't a very good measure. Wearing what appears to be pale green scrubs and some runners that might have been white a month ago. Her hair is tied up with something thick, black, and ribbonlike. And possibly fuzzy.
4. Arm fracture. Up to you if bullet wound or blunt damage. Done to primary arm. May be unable pick up objects easily.
(( Post based around experience, prompt result, how obtained injury/dealt with it goes here ))
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Character's name: Guy Riley Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here, #59 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A guy with several piercings and tattoos, except his tattoos are covered up with a He-Man costume. Despite the apocalypse, he's still sporting yellow contacts that make his eyes look like tiny bats.
3. Eardrums damage. Cannot hear well at all. May be prone to ear infection.
There had been little time to react by the time the first grenade was thrown. In fact, none at all. The most he had managed was a surprised yell before the force of the blast had knocked him to the ground, along with anyone else around him, and at first, he thought that this was it. This was when they were all finally going to bite that bullet. Though he had never expected it to be quite so literal.
There was a loud ringing in his ears and all other sounds had died away until they were so quiet it sounded as though they were muffled with an echo like effect to it; like when he tried to listen to things beneath water. It was a strange. Not to mention uncomfortable and he feared that the blast had permanently damaged his ear drums. The worst part about it was there was no way to be sure. It wasn't like he could go to a doctors to have it examined. Only time would be able to tell him the extent of the damage. Though...
Judging by the state of the others, he had gotten off lucky. Some of them had broken bones, or were bleeding all over the place. Hell, he could have had it a lot worse! He could have been dead! Or undead. But that wasn't exactly something he liked to consider. Fortunately, judging by the lack of explosions, he figured it was safe to assume that there had been a ceasefire.
Too bad he couldn't actually hear any of the details regarding it.
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Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
Dislocated shoulder. Entire shoulder area is inflamed while trying to reset it. Cannot move arm.
She should've known going into this little zone area would bring chaos...The gunshots caused people to do irrational things, like running up to the wall where they were promptly shot or injured in one way or the other. Leiah did not have any time to spare, she ran towards some of the injured as best as she could only to be thrown back by a blast, hitting something hard. She heard a "crunch" sound and felt a shearing pain shoot from the bottom of her arm all the way up to her ear and back again, causing her to let out a strangled scream of pain. First her jaw and now her what? Shoulder? Luck was not on Leiah's side today it seems. She was going to opt to just stay there and wallow in her pain until she heard the screams of the undying. Leiah got up quickly, wincing and running, searching for a place to hide while the undying were taken care of.
When the chaos was over, Leiah listened to what their leader had to say, sighing. She didn't know what she would do with an injured shoulder, but she would try her best to contribute. However, one thing needed to be done before she did anything...Leiah grabbed her shoulder and shoved it back into the socket, biting her lip to keep from screaming out loud. Now that her shoulder was set, she could do more...Even if it was still unmovable.
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Character's name: Leiah Sanderson Character's faction: MALL BBY! Character's journal link:gaia_crown Character's survival stats: emotion_zombie BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLeiah stands at 5’8 and 130lbs with lightly tanned skin. She’s got brown hair that’s just down to her knees and blue green eyes that are constantly making her look like she’s up to something. She considers herself fit and trim but a bit on the small side, which makes fitting into clothes hard but easy at the same time.
