Rajni hated exploring new zones. She knew it to be necessary, since they now lived their lives boxed into apartments like animals, but exploring always seemed more dangerous than it was worth. Someone always got hurt, or they lost a supply bin, or the vines grew back faster than they thought and the search was pointless ...
She supposed that was a bit pessimistic. After all, her search with Aaron had provided her with a new book. Of course it hadn't replaced her faithful copy of Moby d**k, which was still poking out of her pocket, but it was something good. Another book, another thing to do.
Yet it was hard not to be pessimistic when you walked into a zone with harbingers. Guns aimed at her face just for walking in, Jesus. Couldn't they turn those things on the undying? For ******** sake, they were just going to make more of them.
Grenades, smoke, the sting of fire in her lungs as she hits the ground. A trap- a ******** trap? That's what this had come to? Humans hunting humans for sport? Blood encrusted her vision and she felt her eye crunch against a hard rock. ********. <******** vision was blurry, but if there was one thing Rajni had in spades it was determination. She hadn't made it this far by giving up every time she felt hungry, or when stairs were hard, or when people died or when she got a shitty black eye. Survive, survive, survive.
As she pushed herself up she saw the white flag of surrender. Even the harbingers knew; undying were a threat to all.
She held her side, which while not injured was feeling sore from the fight. She couldn't see a good chunk of her vision, but she thought it better than dying on the pavement. It took forever until-
Whispers rippled the crowd. Someone saw a lead. Someone was coming to tell them what to do. Rajni perked up a little bit, but not enough to be considered enthused. With her pessimism she knew that whatever was about to be said wasn't good. She had long since stopped believing in good news.
And she was right. More work, more fighting others. The odd thing was after a month, it was starting to make sense. You fought others for weapons, food. You scrounged and scratched for a can of beefaroni. You reverted to animal behavior for dominance.
It was time to go to work.
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Character's Name: Rajni Patel Character's Faction: Apartments Character's Journal Link:here Character's Survival Stats:Rajni PatelView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Indian, hooked nose, average height, thin black hair, thick green headband, aviators
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She winced as he affirmed her guess but looked surprised at his question. She was growing accustomed to the pain, or at least it was on the back burner in terms of her focus. As she realized she was actually bleeding, and a lot. Then it came rushing back.
"I'll be fine." she said, patting at some of the wounds and the blood around it, but not actually accomplishing anything. "You need to at least strap that arm up. I don't really know much about it, but you need to restrict the movement to it." That was probably pretty obvious and she sounded stupid, but she felt in terms of condition, a broken arm would be worse, especially in this battle field. Candice really hadn't much of a clue how to go about it and as she was looking toward the man, she found her eyes were loosing focus.
She brought a hand up to her head as she fell back against the wall in a fit of dizziness.
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Character's name: Candice Wolf Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Candice Wolf Go BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and stout corrections officer. Pixie-cut curly blonde hair and green eyes.
((Damage Roll - 5. Cracked ribs. Difficulty breathing. No sudden movement. Must take breaks to catch breath. ))
Grenades. They were being attacked with damn explosive charges. How they had come to the decision to charge in on the bandits was beyond him from the start, but he was no longer entirely his own man, in this world you couldn't be the lone wolf. He had stupid, lazy, half-brained children relying on him to help. And apparently that gave him enough obligation to walk right into a war between not just them and the infected, but them and other humans. How much worse could the situation get?
There was very little that could knock the massive old man flat on his back, but that one did the job. For what felt like ages he couldn't hear, and couldn't breathe, staring at the darkening sky wondering if this was what death felt like.Then he took a deep, agonizing breath. It had been barely two seconds.
The ringing in his ears was not as bad as the pain in his chest as he pushed himself up. This was no place to be sitting down. The infected might be backing off, but that was no blessing, merely a sign worse was on it's way. Staggering towards the gates, he took a couple moments to haul some struggling people back to their feet on his way through. Whether they were even kids he recognized or not, by that point it didn't even matter.
Damn grenades. If he had a half decent rifle at that point he would have walked away, not even the infected were as crazy as this.
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Character's name: Johnathan Nordskov Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mr. Nordskov is always gruff and straight to the point, in a constant state of disgruntled disapproval. Despite this solitary attitude he has little desire to see anyone hurt. Seriously at least. Physically, the 60 year old is tall, well muscled with arms like tree trunks, sporting a bristly woodsman beard and piercing blue eyes glaring out from under bushy eyebrows.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 10:57 am
With a grimace, Michael nodded at that before looking around. He didn't spot anything immediately for something he could use as a sling. Well. There was his shirt.
"My shirt. Can you help me get that set up...? W-we could use some of it to try and slow your bleeding too."
They might not be in the same faction, but that desire to help and protect people was still there within him. He had trained to become a cop for a reason, after all. Even if that plan sort of fell flat on its face, he could still maybe do some good here.
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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.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 11:18 am
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A grenade went off too close. it was all too close, wasn't it. His ears were ringing and everything was muted. He only got off the ground when he realized Umbrella was patting his face with a paw. He grabbed the critter and scampered for the nearest cover he could find. Not caring who he'd ended up with at the moment. Everything was muddled and he suspected it would slow his reaction time.
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Character's name: Durza Morann Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: gaia_kittenstar Character's survival stats:gaia_kittenstar BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:gaia_kittenstar
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.
Finding out that they were going out there made Lorena antsy. She wasn’t a fighter; she was a housewife for crying out loud. What could she possibly do to help? But she’d gone anyways, there wasn’t much choice after all, it was all hands on board for this super special secret weapon everyone was talking about. If someone found and used it they could possibly end all of this horrible apocalyptical stuff going on. It wasn’t going to be easy getting out there though, of course not. Zone one had a gang that ferociously fought for their territory and as such it wasn’t long before things went south. Fast.
The housewife barely had any time to register what was going on before she saw something flying towards her. No time to run, not even enough time to shield herself. Next thing she knows, she’s flying and chaos has erupted around her. She lands heavily against a wall, her ears ringing from the blast but there’s a more worrying symptom going on. Lorena can’t see but someone is shouting now and she latches onto them fiercely.
“I can’t see!” She yells, her hearing is coming back but she still cannot see! Panic sets in, and now she’s waving her hands all over the place. She can feel people passing her, shots being fired. Lorena can’t see it but she can hear it and she bends down into a ball. This was it; she was going to die here. As her hands touched her head she feels something wet and sticky, her head is pounding and that’s the reason for all of this. Someone trips or slams into her while running and go down. This someone grabs her arm and begins to drag her away and out of trouble hopefully, she doesn’t know. Can’t see.
Things settle down, someone tends to Lorena but she can’t see who it is and since her ears are still ringing she can’t tell who it is by their voice. Someone hands her an umbrella and tells her to use it as a walking stick. Good idea. Lorena clutches it with both hands as if her life depended on it. And really it did. Still, she can’t help but feel useless, how is she supposed to help the others if she can’t see anything? Time to find a group.
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Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
After returning from her second scavenging run of the day and putting away her things, the shy, brown haired girl hears a knock on one of her two doors. "Hm?" she hums curiously before going to the first door, then to the second.
What she found on the handle of the second door was a beat up dirty looking pouch with... Five tokens inside! With these five and the five from before she had enough to rank up!
She was quite excited by the idea of getting a proper costume and a guaranteed breakfast. She bounced up and down a bit while clapping her hands in excitement, however she was stopped shortly after by the once Manager of her store coming up to her. "My! You look excited! And I haven't even told you my news!" he jests which causes her to blush and smile shyly. This causes him to laugh a bit more before nodding. "Have you heard the rumors? They say Zone one is open now and they are looking for scouts!" he announces which causes her to gasp! Zone one was open now? That was great news! And they were looking for scouts? She could scout!
Seeing the budding determination in her eyes, the manager sighs and puts a hand on her shoulder. "I can see your going to go scout... Just be careful out there Eleanor..." he says seriously in a gentle tone. The fact that he used her actual name instead of her nickname startled her slightly and caused her to look at him seriously before nodding. "I-I will!" she says before randomly hugging him and taking off back inside! When she came out again she had her red bag with her and a few basic supplies such as rags and paper. Once reacy, she waves to him before dashing off.
As he watched her go, the manager couldn't help but feel like he might have made a mistake...
Upon arriving at the gates to the first zone, Ellie quickly realizes the rumor hadn't been entirely complete... Open wasn't exactly the word she'd use here... Soon, as she and others pushed forwards bullets began flying! "Eep!" she squeaks in surprise as a bullet wizzes past her ear to imbed itself into the guy behind her! Still she pressed on! What were bullets compared to the undead and dying? Speaking of which... The noise were attracting those very creatures! She made sure to stay in the center of the group, but when grenades started flying, that became a bane...
She saw it coming, she tried to get as far away as possible... But the group she was in was just too thick... Despite her efforts, the portable hand bomb landed not all that far away from her! She heard the explosion, felt herself go flying, and felt pain shoot up her arm before everything went dark...
Suddenly through the darkness of unconsciousness, Ellie heard someone calling her, felt someone shaking her, felt pain the likes of which she'd only experienced one time previously... Finally, consciousness returns to her and she's helped up into a sitting position before the person in question dashes off to help another... Her ears rang and her vision was a bit blury... But the real issue was her red quickly swelling forearm... Not again... Why was it always that arm!?
Groaning miserably over her lucky, Ellie inspects her battered arm. It was red, quickly bruising, and swelling. Luckily, she could still feel her wrist and fingers; plus it seems she could still move her arm without agonizing pain. She'd fractured it. Fortunately, it seemed like a very light fracture... One of the outer bones on her forearm must have cracked... And it was right where she'd broken her arm before... That was likely the reason it broke... It was going to be hard lifting things for a while, but it wasn't a crippling injury thankfully...
She'd just been sitting there inspecting her injuries when another bullet wizzes past her! Flinching, she drags herself and her bag to her feet and dashes for cover! She had to do somethimg about this broken arm, but she needed to get off the battle field first! When she was finally safely tucked behind a mound of rubble, she gets to work. When she went to open her bag she was surprised, her bag was dirty but still in great shape! Most of her charms were safe too! She was tempted though to take them off when she got back now...
Frowning, a throb of her arm got her back on track. Using a pare of scissors she'd brought and a spare rag shirt, she cuts strips out of the shirt. Then with the assistance of a kind passerbyer, she first gets the arm wrapped tight enough to support it but not so tight that it would cut off her circulation. Next, she finds two pieces of wood that were a even length and size and has the person brace her arm with that. The splint was bulky, a bit dirty, and smelled of gun powder, but it did it's job. Immediately, with her arm braced and supported, it started to feel better. She wouldn't be doing any complex movements, but she could still fuction. Looks like reading all those medical books from the store had been useful afterf all!
4. Arm fracture. Up to you if bullet wound or blunt damage. Done to primary arm. May be unable pick up objects easily
Tinnitus. The ringing within the ear where no sounds could penetrate into the drums. He recalled the explosions, the screams. They had came because of a rumor. It was a scouting mission, at least that was what he kept telling himself. If he gave the mission anymore importance, he might have lost sight of things. Too focused, perhaps. But not focused enough when something landed beside him.
Now he had an injured arm - fractured, they said. They are stuck in an occupied zone with the other factions... so they were going to help them as long as they were shelterd. Awesome.
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 1:11 pm
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