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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 8:37 pm
 The time is 7:49 p.m., on a Wednesday. The date is March 21st, 2016.
I’m writing from my notebook; keeping a journal of what’s happening.
So, just in case I don’t make it to see the end of this thing, or even to tomorrow, I’ve got to write this down now.
I’m not going to sugarcoat anything.
The zombie apocalypse has finally happened, for real.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe in zombies, because they are now our reality.
I can’t tell you how it happened, or why, because I myself don’t have much of a clue.
The outbreak was quick; one kid starts acting funny in a coffee shop and next thing you know, he’s having his pre-lunch snack on a woman’s leg.
The news spread like wildfire, and the city went cuckoo, nuts--berserk!
Everyone was either buying up all the padlocks, chains, and non-perishables, or packing their bags and fleeing the country as soon as possible.
Faster than you could blink, the entire city was coming down with this thing-- the zombie disease or I-wanna-eat-your-brains flu, whatever you wanna call it.
The moment the government caught wind of it, they sent out a state-wide announcement saying that they had made the decision to bomb Sekani Bay.
Basically just, “Screw you all, we’re sacrificing over 3,000 lives to save everyone else. Because we’re God. And we have the right to make those kind of choices.”
I can imagine that their real reasons for doing it was to try and make sure the outbreak didn’t reach them. They’ve never cared about the residents of Sekani Bay.
That much was obvious seeing as how the city has been destroyed and most, if not all of the people are dead, blown to pieces by the aircraft that came a few days ago with a little, fancily packaged nuclear surprise.
The only reason why I’m still here to write all this down is because I wasn’t in the city when it happened; my dad and I were on a long overdue fishing trip on the ocean.
I guess you could call me lucky... Or damned, whichever. In this case, they mean the same thing.
That’s all I’m going to write for now. More to come later, if I survive to see it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 8:55 pm
Rules
1. Please, no God-modding.
2. No flaming or killing off anyone else's character without their permission.
3. Please post at least one paragraph (consisting of at least 4-6 sentences) per post.
4. If you're going away for a while or have difficulties posting every day, ect, for goodness sakes, please tell me instead of just not posting and falling off the face of the earth.
5. Swearing is allowed, just don't go crazy. This isn't a pirate RP.
6. Romance is encouraged, if you want it. ^-^
7. PM me your character profiles with, "Apocalypse" as the subject.
8. It would be great if everyone contributed to the story. Like, if it seems like a conversation or an event is going to a dead-end, someone should get creative and put a little twist in it-- take it in a new direction. I don't want to be the only one directing the story.
9. As cliche as this is, have fun!
Other information -This is a 4-person roleplay, but in the event that more than four people want to join, I'll probably expand it.
-Your profile should contain the basics: Name, Age, Height, Bio, Personality, and a picture (No anime please). You can get more details and add more points if you like. ^^
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 10:04 pm
Name: Clover Arete Mariposa
Age: Eighteen
Height: 5’4
Personality: Leaving nothing to be desired when it comes to intelligence, Clover is probably what you would call.. A nerd. She hides it fairly well though. Sometimes she come off as a bit of a know-it-all, and a trite bossy, but not too much. She’s obsessed with the world of fantasy and loves to write stories and poetry in her spare time. She’s a bit of a procrastinator and has a little problem with her temper; sometimes she can overreact and make a small issue into something big. She’s a natural at finding the right thing to say at the right time, and she almost always has an answer for everything. She likes big dogs and the color mint green.
Biography: Clover lives with her dad in a small apartment complex in the urban part of Sekani Bay. Her mother got sick when Clover was nine, and her father thought it best if he sent his wife away to live with her own mother in the countryside with the hopes that it might improve her chances of recovering. Ever since then, Clover had to adjust to life without her mother, with her father doing the best he could. For her 18th birthday, her father took a vacation from work and took Clover out on the fishing trip they’d been trying to do for months.
Clover looks like:  Name: Rowena "Rowan" Blaisen
Age:19
Height, Weight: 5'9ft, 130lbs
Biography: Rowena is a fierce girl with a rebellious attitude towards most everything and everyone apart from her dad whom she's incredibly defensive of. She was raised in seclusion by her severely mentally ill father who was obsessed with preparing for the coming "apocalypse". Rowan was forced to take part in extreme training including torture, abandonment in deserts or other harsh environments for days, starvation, a broad range of different weapons training and intense physical feats. No surprise that she lost her mind in exchange for preparation for the near destruction of humanity.
Personality: She's easily angered or triggered and likes to take that out violently. On top of having no empathy for other humans, she has major mood swings ranging from episodes of mania where she'll go sleepless and be hysterical for days to intense rage or depressive states. On the brighter side of her personality, she's loyal to her companions and tries to keep her promises as well as having a sadistic, twisted sense of human which she tends to showcase on many occasions.
To summarize, she's a completely nuts maniac who's probably too prepared and excited for the rooming of humans. And although she's a hard person to tolerate or be around, she's definitely an asset if you can overlook her crazy.
Rowena looks like:
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 9:43 pm
It was loud.. So loud. Like someone was having a concert, and the music coming from the giant speakers was so intense that you got goosebumps and your hair stood on end.
That was the good kind of noise, though. This wasn’t.
The sound of hundreds of undead roaming the streets of a newly decimated city; the noise was becoming unbearable.
Roughly slapping her hands over her ears in an effort to drown it all out, Clover shoved her face down into her knees, curling into herself as much as she possibly could.
It had been about two... No, three days since the bombing happened, and Clover had been able to manage somewhat well on her own-- even through the shock of it all-- but that was just barely. She didn’t know anything about apocalypses, and her knowledge of zombies only extended as far as the hit TV show, The Skipping Undead.
To put it simply, she was just as unprepared for this thing as anyone else.
And she was scared... Terrified, actually. She didn’t let herself show it outwardly, though, but something that happened yesterday had completely shattered any semblance of courage or bravery that she’d had.
It was on an outing to gather supplies with her dad when they were cornered in a grocery store that the two had thought to be safe.
Not only was Clover forced to watch her father be devoured by a group of zombies and hear his screams as she fled, she knew it was her fault.
Her father had put her in charge of scouting out the place, and she’d failed. She didn’t check the backroom--that very backroom that held about seven of the dead-- and the monsters had broken down the door, causing the two to be forced to run. Only, a second group of zombies came at them from outside.
“Never forgive yourself..” Clover brokenly whispered to herself as she reminisced about the horrible event. She would not allow herself to forgive her mistake; no one was allowed to forgive her. She didn’t deserve forgiveness.
After rubbing away the few tears that had collected in the corners of her eyes, Clover stood up, dusting the dirt off of her camo jeans.
She had wallowed in her own pit of self-loathing and misery enough for that day. She was having feelings of severe hunger at this point.
Her dad wasn’t coming back, and food wasn’t going to magically fall into her lap.
And aside from that... Clover lifted up an arm and jerked her head back in disgust as she smelled her own underarm must.
“I smell like a sweaty foot and gummy vitamins..” she muttered under her breath as she made her way toward the entrance of her half-intact apartment.
The bomb hadn’t completely destroyed it-- it had, however, demolished 85% of the roof and the kitchen. Well, at least she had a nice sky view at night.
Before she left the place, Clover remembered to grab her backpack, knife, and bat. She wasn’t skilled enough to use the knife very effectively, but playing in the Little League at age ten through thirteen had certainly done some good.
With one last check to make sure she had everything, Clover descended the steps to her apartment, not bothering to lock the door-- mostly because she didn’t really believe anyone in Sekani Bay besides herself was even still alive..
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 10:33 pm
Rowena was ready for this- no, she was way more than just ready for the apocalypse. When she felt the bombings, her heart pulsated with utter thrill. Nothing got her going like mass carnage. Fingers and legs quivered with sheer anticipation of the events that were to come. She knew that the cataclysm would mean her definite demise, but death was no longer a fear for her having been on the brink of it so many times. In a way, she was already dead- or at least the girl she used to be before her dad converted her into a soulless trooper.
"This is it!" she shrieked at her malnourished, pale reflection in the mirror, pulling on the skin of her cheeks, revealing the pink of her eye sockets. "Let's go split some heads, Roweeny." With a quick witch-like giggle ending in an abrupt snort, Rowena had a colossal military-grade pack secured to her back.Slouched over, but enthusiastic Rowan headed down the highway and out of the woods towards central Sekani Bay. As she walked she reminisced about training with her father and how he`d be overjoyed about the turn of events.
"Daddddyyy, you were right! The zombies are here and ready to gnaw some kidneys," she blared out as she paced down the deserted highway. "It sure is a shame I killed you before you got the chance to see the sole purpose you devoted your life too." She giggled and covered her face in attempt to hide her amusement, despite there being no-one to see it. As she trekked down the seemingly endless highway, her hands fiddled with a loaded rifle, finger on the trigger. Holstered in her belt were another two guns and a tactical knife stored in her boot, handle ready to be gripped. She was ready to blow and slash some decayed brains out, to say the least.
It had taken her nearly 36 hours of nonstop walking, but eventually, Rowena reached the outskirts of the urban section of the Bay city where she was greeted by the first members of the welcoming party. A groggy corpse stumbled around aimlessly, as if there was something it was supposed to be doing, but it couldn't recall. He looked up at Rowan with clouded eyes. A painful, gargling moan echoed across the clearing surrounding the road. The noise somewhat reminded Rowan of a dying whale of some sorts, but a lot more morbid than one.
"Well, aren't you a cutie," shouted Rowena from a distance. "Stay right there, I'll give you a makeover." With that statement a loud gunshot was heard, followed by an enthusiastic "I love the end of humanity!" which wouldn't be surprising if it was heard all the way downtown. Rowena knelt down to inspect the carcass thoroughly, but she knew the middle of the road was not the place to do it. With a firm grip on the ankle of our now-headless corpse, she began to drag him alongside her, drawing a thick, heavy trail of burgundy across the gray asphalt.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 11:22 pm
Clover was doing her very best to avoid drawing any kind of attention to herself; she didn't want to have to deal with any zombies unless she absolutely had to. She was making her way through the neighborhood--while making sure to constantly check her surroundings and listen out for any close-sounding moans. She had just reached the end of the neighborhood when the loud crack of a gun being fired frightened her a little more than she would have liked to admit.
Even through her shock and fear, she knew zombies couldn't shoot guns; a surge of pure, joyful hope made its way through her and she couldn't help but crack the slightest of awed smiles.
"Another person..." she quietly marveled to herself, partly disbelieving and thinking maybe she could be 100% crazy.
Her slow, careful walk turned into more of a power-walk, and then to a jog as adrenaline mixed with curiosity began to fill her. She forgot about being quiet, forgot about being hungry-- she was just lonely. Sick of being alone, and it hadn't even been that long. But something about knowing, or at least thinking that you were the only person left alive in an entire city was heart-breaking in itself.
It had probably been only a minute of carelessness when Clover began to hear the unmistakable shuffling walk of a zombie-- a very real danger in her now, very real nightmare.
"Remember what dad taught you, Cloe, just remember," she reminded herself as she turned around in a backwards jog to face her pursuer. To her relief, it was just one and she made quick, but sloppy work of it. Clover tried in vain to shake off some of the crimson blood and brains from her wooden bat, and continued on her way.
It was some time before she reached the outskirts of the city, and her old white tee showed the sweat stains of the physical effort it took her to get there. The outskirts had some of the worst damage; whole buildings had been destroyed by the bombs, and chunks of road had craters blown into them. There was also, of course, the blood of many innocent people staining the sidewalks. After passing by a totaled ruby red car with its doors thrown open and blood smeared across the seats and windows, Clover hastily made came to the conclusion that whatever was in store for her on this end of the city was probably not good. On top of that, it was Adden Square, usually the most crowded and popular area of Sekani. Which meant more zombies.
Still, her reason for making her way down there was never gone from her mind. She made a quick assessment of her immediate surroundings, and decided to scavenge around in the shops while hoping to run into the person she believed to be around there-- she just hoped if she did meet them, they were still alive.
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