Zombie Apocalypse (Role-play)
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"Haa... No interesting scoop today."
I sit down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. This city is harder to crack. I need to find a better source.
"Maybe I should go to sleep now. But first..."
I turned on the TV and was hoping for a good entertainment show, but something weird is happening. All channels are showing the same news, a breaking news about zombie outbreak.
"...No way."
I open my notebook and quickly access the Fakku city forum site. Everything is all about zombie outbreak. Even someone posted a picture of that zombie. Black, soulless, and terrifying.
I quickly grab my handgun, camera, cellphone, flashlight and sports drink. "This should be enough... for a while."
Staring at my notebook, I search for more information. Harbor and Airport, two evacuation site.
"Just two? There's no shelter at police station?"
It's impossible to handle disaster like this. They (the military) won't give a damn thing for normal people. The police probably is fighting at the front line.
I shook off those negative thoughts and walks down to the street.
Chaos. A simple word to explain everything about the street's view. Lots of stranded children, robbery, riots, even rape happens at there.
Trying to escape from this chaos, I run straight to the north, towards church and later, the airport.
"Dad... what should I do?"
I sit down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. This city is harder to crack. I need to find a better source.
"Maybe I should go to sleep now. But first..."
I turned on the TV and was hoping for a good entertainment show, but something weird is happening. All channels are showing the same news, a breaking news about zombie outbreak.
"...No way."
I open my notebook and quickly access the Fakku city forum site. Everything is all about zombie outbreak. Even someone posted a picture of that zombie. Black, soulless, and terrifying.
I quickly grab my handgun, camera, cellphone, flashlight and sports drink. "This should be enough... for a while."
Staring at my notebook, I search for more information. Harbor and Airport, two evacuation site.
"Just two? There's no shelter at police station?"
It's impossible to handle disaster like this. They (the military) won't give a damn thing for normal people. The police probably is fighting at the front line.
I shook off those negative thoughts and walks down to the street.
Chaos. A simple word to explain everything about the street's view. Lots of stranded children, robbery, riots, even rape happens at there.
Trying to escape from this chaos, I run straight to the north, towards church and later, the airport.
"Dad... what should I do?"
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05:00 PM, There I was, laying down on my bed inside my apartment room. I took a quick look at the clock on the desk beside my bed eventhough I already know that it’s 5. Then I look at the other side and saw my custom guns were enjoying their time motionlessly on a stand.
bored and have nothing to do. There’s no race today. It’s been 2 years huh? And yet I still don’t have anyone to talk to. Ahh..the pain of being alone in this large city.
The TV was on and it’s showing a rerun of old cartoons. I got up my bed and walks to the fridge and grab a non alcoholic beer. Bored with my bed, I walk to the veranda and sits on my usual chair. Opened the beer and enjoy my peaceful day.
Time to look at the ladies~
I took my binoculars right beside the beer and use it to look at a moemoekyun café. The ladies there are cute. Good eye candy. Ahaha.
I didn't realize that I fell asleep, the sounds of screaming woke me up from my sleep. I took peeked inside my apartment and saw that it's already 08: 19. I picked up my binoculars that fell down and start to look the streets. It was silent. not a single soul was there. I know that something is wrong so I try to calm my self down using the beer. All of a sudden, screams and yells saying that asking for help. I look down again using my binoculars and saw 3 black limpy men were walking after a group of people. They were running away from the 3 men screaming that those guys were zombies.
oh come on. Zombies? Seriously, racists these days. They’re humans too you know.
But they weren’t, at the corner across the street, 2 men were looked like they’re being eaten by a group of the same black figures. I ran back inside and the TV already showing an emergency broadcast saying that there’s an outbreak of zombies and everyone were told to go to the airport(Section A) or the docks(Section H).
well, fuck.
Without thinking too long, I took the bag that I used 2 years ago and put in some canned rations and take out the belt under my bed and 2 small boxes of ammo for the gun. I put the belt on and put the guns on the holsters.
Ok, that should do it. Oh wait!
I quickly take the binoculars and the still full bottle of beer, put the bag on and runs out of the apartment. To the docks I go.
((OCC : the italic writings are the things I said inside my mind))
((OCC : edited the time mistake on it))
Spoiler:
bored and have nothing to do. There’s no race today. It’s been 2 years huh? And yet I still don’t have anyone to talk to. Ahh..the pain of being alone in this large city.
The TV was on and it’s showing a rerun of old cartoons. I got up my bed and walks to the fridge and grab a non alcoholic beer. Bored with my bed, I walk to the veranda and sits on my usual chair. Opened the beer and enjoy my peaceful day.
Time to look at the ladies~
I took my binoculars right beside the beer and use it to look at a moemoekyun café. The ladies there are cute. Good eye candy. Ahaha.
I didn't realize that I fell asleep, the sounds of screaming woke me up from my sleep. I took peeked inside my apartment and saw that it's already 08: 19. I picked up my binoculars that fell down and start to look the streets. It was silent. not a single soul was there. I know that something is wrong so I try to calm my self down using the beer. All of a sudden, screams and yells saying that asking for help. I look down again using my binoculars and saw 3 black limpy men were walking after a group of people. They were running away from the 3 men screaming that those guys were zombies.
oh come on. Zombies? Seriously, racists these days. They’re humans too you know.
But they weren’t, at the corner across the street, 2 men were looked like they’re being eaten by a group of the same black figures. I ran back inside and the TV already showing an emergency broadcast saying that there’s an outbreak of zombies and everyone were told to go to the airport(Section A) or the docks(Section H).
well, fuck.
Without thinking too long, I took the bag that I used 2 years ago and put in some canned rations and take out the belt under my bed and 2 small boxes of ammo for the gun. I put the belt on and put the guns on the holsters.
Ok, that should do it. Oh wait!
I quickly take the binoculars and the still full bottle of beer, put the bag on and runs out of the apartment. To the docks I go.
((OCC : the italic writings are the things I said inside my mind))
((OCC : edited the time mistake on it))
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Tapping my earpiece I signaled for power to be restored to the bank. As the lights flickered on the scene I witnessed was stomach churning. Strange Bodies were strewn around the bank chaotically. From a quick count there were about 20 or so black figures. Nothing about it was natural. "Richard check it out." I ordered. Richard a small arms expert rushed over and kept his gun pointed on the strange person. But as he drew near the figure suddenly overpowered him tearing him into the ground. Richard instinctively fired up into the beast, but it wasn't going down easy. Richard screamed as teeth dug into his throat before he gagged. A spurt of blood spraying into the air. Both the figure and Richard crumpled dead on the floor.
I was stunned. It was to fast and too strong to be anything human. My men were trained killers and even bullets couldn't put that thing down. Suddenly the sound of flesh being ripped snapped me back to the situation. Almost all at once the other bodies began to rise to their feet. "Open fire!" yelled one of my squad. He had no right to give the order, but still the others followed. Bullets sprayed at the group of strange black monsters. Monsters was the only thing that correctly explained them. Nothing else made sense. The bullets didn't stop until the rattle of empty clips hitting to floor filled the room. But the barrage had only killed a few. The others charged the group tearing them down to the floor. I was spared only because I was separate from the main group, but two turned to me opening their mouth in a sick distraught face.
Looking behind me I spotted a door. Backing up to it slowly I found it luckily unlocked. There was nothing I could do for my men. At this point it was every man for himself. Turning the knob I slipped around the door closing it. The room was a small empty office. Going to the side of the desk I pushed it in front of the door. It was heavy and durable but I wasn't going to depend on it for long. Going to the window I smashed it out with the handle of my chain blade. The scene outside was apocalyptic. Suddenly a loud voice shot over the loud speakers. It was an evacuation order for civilians. Checking my location the quickest place would be the airport. Hearing the screams of my men in the other room I closed my ears in thought. "I need to get the hell out of here and figure out what is going on." I decided. This whole situation seemed orchestrated somehow and me and my men were test subjects. Whoever was using me was making a mistake. One I would reprimand with a serrated choking wire.
But first things first I needed a plan. Looking out the window I saw a group of civilians fleeing from a large group of monsters. If I was going to make my move towards the airport it needed to be now. The office was only on the second story. The fall wouldn't be much, but it would make some noise. But hopefully they would be distracted enough not to notice me. Dropping out the window and behind a bush that lined up to the wall I peered out. When it was clear enough I would creep out and stick to cover as I made my way north towards the bridge. My black slim fit combat gear would blend me in with the shadows. Skill would do the rest.
Stealth Suit:
Chain Blade:
I was stunned. It was to fast and too strong to be anything human. My men were trained killers and even bullets couldn't put that thing down. Suddenly the sound of flesh being ripped snapped me back to the situation. Almost all at once the other bodies began to rise to their feet. "Open fire!" yelled one of my squad. He had no right to give the order, but still the others followed. Bullets sprayed at the group of strange black monsters. Monsters was the only thing that correctly explained them. Nothing else made sense. The bullets didn't stop until the rattle of empty clips hitting to floor filled the room. But the barrage had only killed a few. The others charged the group tearing them down to the floor. I was spared only because I was separate from the main group, but two turned to me opening their mouth in a sick distraught face.
Looking behind me I spotted a door. Backing up to it slowly I found it luckily unlocked. There was nothing I could do for my men. At this point it was every man for himself. Turning the knob I slipped around the door closing it. The room was a small empty office. Going to the side of the desk I pushed it in front of the door. It was heavy and durable but I wasn't going to depend on it for long. Going to the window I smashed it out with the handle of my chain blade. The scene outside was apocalyptic. Suddenly a loud voice shot over the loud speakers. It was an evacuation order for civilians. Checking my location the quickest place would be the airport. Hearing the screams of my men in the other room I closed my ears in thought. "I need to get the hell out of here and figure out what is going on." I decided. This whole situation seemed orchestrated somehow and me and my men were test subjects. Whoever was using me was making a mistake. One I would reprimand with a serrated choking wire.
But first things first I needed a plan. Looking out the window I saw a group of civilians fleeing from a large group of monsters. If I was going to make my move towards the airport it needed to be now. The office was only on the second story. The fall wouldn't be much, but it would make some noise. But hopefully they would be distracted enough not to notice me. Dropping out the window and behind a bush that lined up to the wall I peered out. When it was clear enough I would creep out and stick to cover as I made my way north towards the bridge. My black slim fit combat gear would blend me in with the shadows. Skill would do the rest.
Stealth Suit:
Spoiler:
Chain Blade:
Spoiler:
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Hanasaku
i should just die
((OOC: of course, italicized means thoughts.))
I jerk awake from the desk top. My phone is playing 'Always with me' from 'Sprited Away'. The song I always love to practice on the flute. I flick it open. 9PM? Are you kidding? What was I doing in the afternoon that made me sleep? Then I peered up. Separated by a little river of my drool is a stack load of notebooks. Then it dawned on me that I was studying for my end-of-years at Sullsworth. That's the exam that will make me go places.
I got up and looked around the house. I turned on the lights, there was no one around. 'Where did Father go?' Well, no matter. I'm used to not having him at home anyway. Guess I'll have to settle dinner by myself. Lazily opening the fridge, I didn't notice what Father had left me: a note stuck on the fridge, written in his handwriting, clearly rushed. It read:
"Valued Daughter,
Please stay calm while reading this. I have been away not too long ago. I left in the afternoon when you were asleep. The reason was because I heard a call for my help at the central ops unit at Section D. Listen. There's a zombie apocalypse going on. Yes. Zombies. I know you wouldn't believe this letter, but later you will understand me. I have to go now, people need me. I'll be waiting at Section A.
Regards,
Your Very Caring Father
ps: in case of emergency use the gunblade"
"Silly, silly man. Another excuse to sleep with girls, I assume?"
I slouch back on my swivel chair, ran it to the TV, and turned it on. I wonder what KBS is showing. Instead of the usual pop music, I'm harshly greeted by the news anchor speaking midway,
"-mmediately evacuate to either the harbor on Section H or the airport on Section A, as quickly as possible. The civilians will then be transported to a safe city on Japan."
The rest went on about live broadcast of the chaos in Section D, where most of the zombies were allegedly spotted first.
I was appalled.
...
..
.
"What the hell kind of a man leaves his daughter to die?!"
So... it's true, huh... wait what? Section H or A?! That's.... oh my. I'll have to quickly get into Section D before the plague spreads till here... I'm worried about Father... Ah, I'll some company to begin with. Ugh, I hate making comrades because I have to. Luckily I have some time to spare before those get here... or so I think...
I quickly grab a small haversack from underneath my bed, put my handphone and it's charging device inside, two bottles of water, two rations of biscuits- which actually was my lunch to begin with- and 4 extra rounds of bullets for my .38- that makes 24. I'll have to do something about the gunblade. In a few moments I wrapped the blade part of the weapon in newspaper. Wouldn't want to drop that unnecessarily. What's scary is that I haven't used it much.
I got my much needed change of clothes, and peering out of the window one last time, I exit the house in hopes of finding help. Safety measures led me to throw my keys inside the window.
"Now, where should I go...."
I jerk awake from the desk top. My phone is playing 'Always with me' from 'Sprited Away'. The song I always love to practice on the flute. I flick it open. 9PM? Are you kidding? What was I doing in the afternoon that made me sleep? Then I peered up. Separated by a little river of my drool is a stack load of notebooks. Then it dawned on me that I was studying for my end-of-years at Sullsworth. That's the exam that will make me go places.
I got up and looked around the house. I turned on the lights, there was no one around. 'Where did Father go?' Well, no matter. I'm used to not having him at home anyway. Guess I'll have to settle dinner by myself. Lazily opening the fridge, I didn't notice what Father had left me: a note stuck on the fridge, written in his handwriting, clearly rushed. It read:
"Valued Daughter,
Please stay calm while reading this. I have been away not too long ago. I left in the afternoon when you were asleep. The reason was because I heard a call for my help at the central ops unit at Section D. Listen. There's a zombie apocalypse going on. Yes. Zombies. I know you wouldn't believe this letter, but later you will understand me. I have to go now, people need me. I'll be waiting at Section A.
Regards,
Your Very Caring Father
ps: in case of emergency use the gunblade"
"Silly, silly man. Another excuse to sleep with girls, I assume?"
I slouch back on my swivel chair, ran it to the TV, and turned it on. I wonder what KBS is showing. Instead of the usual pop music, I'm harshly greeted by the news anchor speaking midway,
"-mmediately evacuate to either the harbor on Section H or the airport on Section A, as quickly as possible. The civilians will then be transported to a safe city on Japan."
The rest went on about live broadcast of the chaos in Section D, where most of the zombies were allegedly spotted first.
I was appalled.
...
..
.
"What the hell kind of a man leaves his daughter to die?!"
So... it's true, huh... wait what? Section H or A?! That's.... oh my. I'll have to quickly get into Section D before the plague spreads till here... I'm worried about Father... Ah, I'll some company to begin with. Ugh, I hate making comrades because I have to. Luckily I have some time to spare before those get here... or so I think...
I quickly grab a small haversack from underneath my bed, put my handphone and it's charging device inside, two bottles of water, two rations of biscuits- which actually was my lunch to begin with- and 4 extra rounds of bullets for my .38- that makes 24. I'll have to do something about the gunblade. In a few moments I wrapped the blade part of the weapon in newspaper. Wouldn't want to drop that unnecessarily. What's scary is that I haven't used it much.
I got my much needed change of clothes, and peering out of the window one last time, I exit the house in hopes of finding help. Safety measures led me to throw my keys inside the window.
"Now, where should I go...."
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
((OOC: Lol, you guys, the italicized writing showing the actual thoughts of the character has definitely been done before, and I believe it's one of the normal things in writing. You don't really need to bother pointing that out.))
"I thank all of you for coming to my party this evening and enjoying yourselves here until it's end. Although, all of you may take your time and enjoy yourselves for chatter and laughter before you take your leave; food will still be served and the music by the band of musicians will continue to be played until the hall is devoid of all of you, my favoured guests. Thank you, once again!", my body was wrapped in black, dark cloths. My long gloves reach up to almost my bare shoulders; although a party dress, I simply love wearing attires of said colour. Even with my height, I'm quite certain that my presence is rather spine-chilling to even these people.
As I finished my speech and received a round of applause from the guests. My lips curved and stretched wide to portray a smile on my face. I turn back and step down from the immensely decorated stage, and went to a certain circle of people amidst my guests. The people in that little group of friends contained some of the government officials... and the main founder of Fakku City himself. "You called?" I inquired, my smile was still intact in my face. I wave my hands towards the band and they nod slightly and return to their duty of playing the violins, and other classical instruments. A melody that I truly love began to reverberate in the hall of my dark and ominous mansion - it is mostly dark because of all the black-ish dark paint used to paint it's thick and hard walls - and I close my eyes for a moment to feel the harmony that the sublime music contained.
Jacob took about five minutes to explain the current situation that occurred in the research facility that is location in this section of the city, but quite farther away, this was thirty minutes before the zombie outbreak became official. It was almost 7:30 pm right about this moment. Apparently the experiment that he had the researchers and scientists conducting had a certain problem in it, more so, that facility wasn't the only place with such an issue. They obviously deemed their current experiment safe and made the foolish mistake. Jacob seemed to be profusely sweating in absolute tension; serves him right, you reap what you sow, they say. He requested me to make yet another announcement regarding the zombies; somehow he really thinks that us wealthy people should really survive the tragedy of tonight to lend a helping hand to the poor people tomorrow... or something like that.
I felt disappointed towards the weave of fate and a bit of frustration towards what I was asked to do, My lovely music... or a request that that I barely care about fulfilling? I thought. After I pondered for a moment, I looked at Jacob who seemed to have a lot of thoughts going on in his mind, at the same time showing a face that is about to cry from all the pressure of responsibility due to having to handle an enormous situation of such gravity. I reluctantly nodded; feeling pity, and just walked up to the stage once more. It seemed that my guests found it quite odd as I did this, which was proven to me by the increasing amount of silence from them. I shift my gave towards the audience after my short walk to the stage's center and my gaze soon fell upon them, as if showing nothing but pity. "My dear guests, it is quite unfortunate but... " and so my explanation to the situation began.
My announcement included not just the situation regarding the starting apocalypse of zombies, but also more information that I received from Jacob; that such an experiment was being conducted in research facilities all over the world, it was originally a secret joint project done by many organizations all over the world, exactly reasons were not mentioned - even to me - but people weren't stupid enough to be unable to figure the answer out regardless, I had ended my speech by explaining that some expensive planes that provided more than just a seat for the passengers were booked; along with some seats from ordinary planes' seats, for all the guests that have come here. People seemed slightly relieved by this piece of information, lastly, I ended it by closing my eyes and muttering to them... "I wish you all good luck."
After the screams, panic and all the running... in less than 10 minutes, the hall that was filled with people as my guests were... devoid of people. The musicians were gone - this made me sigh is disappointment. Jacob took leave for the airport, apparently he had a nice airplane ready for him and the other administers. How very nice. Apparently I was to go to a plane held some of higher officials. Apparently it's the luxurious one, too, so I'm perfectly fine with just accepting the offer. I've rode such planes before, a few times. They have rooms for the passengers, with a bed or two in there... this would be almost unbelievable back in about 50 or so years ago, I think. Albeit it's costly for commoners - who barely gets to experience boarding these airplanes - they cater towards comfort quite a lot.
I sighed again, then turned on the large TV that was hung up in the walls of the hall, portraits hung on the opposite side to it. It was past 8:00 pm by now and the news had already started reporting about the outbreak that I was told of a while ago. The reporters themselves seemed panicked and had sweat running down their skin from time to time. As I went in on a reverie, I had a thought about this, the zombies were created from the use of a certain gene that had driven them mad to the very core, or so Jacob and I both guessed - once they bite anyone, the victim is infected and thus also turned into a zombie after a while; the rate at which one transforms depends on the wound received from the bite; just in case, I should really avoid dicing these creatures up. I was also told that Jacob lost contact with Nikon today... the one who was one of the leading scientists in the experiment. I believe it's safe to assume that he's one of them now, even though Jacob thinks he's safe and sound, he was in that lab, after all.
I made way to my room after turning the TV off. I'm pretty sure that even my drivers and guards had ran away by now, no use in thinking of getting a huge luggage now; my belongings will have to be abandoned, for now at least. Hence I took up a black backpack, it has it's share of frills. I put a few rations in it and... a make-up box. Out of all the things... I couldn't help it! Ahem... I also made sure to have a few valuables that would surely come in handy, including items from the first-aid kit. And lastly, the syringes that contained the vengeful yet useful drugs in them. Though I'd usually avoid using them, I might just have a use for these things this time. I closed the backpack with my belongings, then took up a dress that was similar, it's devoid of the frills but it's more comfortable; though it had a short skirt, "I don't think my skirt should exactly be long if I'm gonna wield that thing that is waiting for me to pick it up over there... " I pulled up a different pair of knee-socks and tied the pure black ribbons on my hair after putting up my hair into a twin-tail. The biggest reason why I'm changing is that these cloths are actually bullet-proof... though the vicious strength of the zombies may be able tear them apart, or they can still maul at my exposed skin, but it's still an assuring measure. Then I took up the sheathed broad sword and slid it my back... I somehow fitted it between my backpack and my back, then loosened the tightness of my backpack, and finally, I took in my cell phone into my pocket.
All set for the bloody, crimson waltz that awaits me~ such a thought passed by my mind as I giggled with a grin for a moment. How long has it been since I wielded this heavy thing, anyway? I'm not quite certain anymore. But my excitement spiked above and a smirk formed upon the thought of having the chance of kill. Even if I do escape from the zombies here. I'm certain that I'll get to kill some of them at one point of time, now that it has come to this, as I thought that, I walked out of my room and then to the garden outside my mansion. As I suspected, it is confirmed that the people I've hired are long gone, as if they'd stick around out of loyalty, people cares about their life more than anything. I tapped a button on the remote control in my hand and the iron gates of my mansion slowly opened up. It's a remote used for lights, gates and such for my mansion, pretty neat. I turned around for a moment as if to say farewell to my humble mansion that served me to stay here well and then tapped a certain button once again. The lights turned off, all of them. Then I put it back into one of my pockets and walked off.
My destination is the airport. Judging from the location of the zombie outbreak, I should first be going north, then west towards the bridge - soon after, a bit north to the airport... that should be the safest way to go about this. I can't really run with all of this, especially the sword, plus I'm not usually fond of running. Thus, my walk towards the airport begins.
"I thank all of you for coming to my party this evening and enjoying yourselves here until it's end. Although, all of you may take your time and enjoy yourselves for chatter and laughter before you take your leave; food will still be served and the music by the band of musicians will continue to be played until the hall is devoid of all of you, my favoured guests. Thank you, once again!", my body was wrapped in black, dark cloths. My long gloves reach up to almost my bare shoulders; although a party dress, I simply love wearing attires of said colour. Even with my height, I'm quite certain that my presence is rather spine-chilling to even these people.
As I finished my speech and received a round of applause from the guests. My lips curved and stretched wide to portray a smile on my face. I turn back and step down from the immensely decorated stage, and went to a certain circle of people amidst my guests. The people in that little group of friends contained some of the government officials... and the main founder of Fakku City himself. "You called?" I inquired, my smile was still intact in my face. I wave my hands towards the band and they nod slightly and return to their duty of playing the violins, and other classical instruments. A melody that I truly love began to reverberate in the hall of my dark and ominous mansion - it is mostly dark because of all the black-ish dark paint used to paint it's thick and hard walls - and I close my eyes for a moment to feel the harmony that the sublime music contained.
Jacob took about five minutes to explain the current situation that occurred in the research facility that is location in this section of the city, but quite farther away, this was thirty minutes before the zombie outbreak became official. It was almost 7:30 pm right about this moment. Apparently the experiment that he had the researchers and scientists conducting had a certain problem in it, more so, that facility wasn't the only place with such an issue. They obviously deemed their current experiment safe and made the foolish mistake. Jacob seemed to be profusely sweating in absolute tension; serves him right, you reap what you sow, they say. He requested me to make yet another announcement regarding the zombies; somehow he really thinks that us wealthy people should really survive the tragedy of tonight to lend a helping hand to the poor people tomorrow... or something like that.
I felt disappointed towards the weave of fate and a bit of frustration towards what I was asked to do, My lovely music... or a request that that I barely care about fulfilling? I thought. After I pondered for a moment, I looked at Jacob who seemed to have a lot of thoughts going on in his mind, at the same time showing a face that is about to cry from all the pressure of responsibility due to having to handle an enormous situation of such gravity. I reluctantly nodded; feeling pity, and just walked up to the stage once more. It seemed that my guests found it quite odd as I did this, which was proven to me by the increasing amount of silence from them. I shift my gave towards the audience after my short walk to the stage's center and my gaze soon fell upon them, as if showing nothing but pity. "My dear guests, it is quite unfortunate but... " and so my explanation to the situation began.
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My announcement included not just the situation regarding the starting apocalypse of zombies, but also more information that I received from Jacob; that such an experiment was being conducted in research facilities all over the world, it was originally a secret joint project done by many organizations all over the world, exactly reasons were not mentioned - even to me - but people weren't stupid enough to be unable to figure the answer out regardless, I had ended my speech by explaining that some expensive planes that provided more than just a seat for the passengers were booked; along with some seats from ordinary planes' seats, for all the guests that have come here. People seemed slightly relieved by this piece of information, lastly, I ended it by closing my eyes and muttering to them... "I wish you all good luck."
After the screams, panic and all the running... in less than 10 minutes, the hall that was filled with people as my guests were... devoid of people. The musicians were gone - this made me sigh is disappointment. Jacob took leave for the airport, apparently he had a nice airplane ready for him and the other administers. How very nice. Apparently I was to go to a plane held some of higher officials. Apparently it's the luxurious one, too, so I'm perfectly fine with just accepting the offer. I've rode such planes before, a few times. They have rooms for the passengers, with a bed or two in there... this would be almost unbelievable back in about 50 or so years ago, I think. Albeit it's costly for commoners - who barely gets to experience boarding these airplanes - they cater towards comfort quite a lot.
I sighed again, then turned on the large TV that was hung up in the walls of the hall, portraits hung on the opposite side to it. It was past 8:00 pm by now and the news had already started reporting about the outbreak that I was told of a while ago. The reporters themselves seemed panicked and had sweat running down their skin from time to time. As I went in on a reverie, I had a thought about this, the zombies were created from the use of a certain gene that had driven them mad to the very core, or so Jacob and I both guessed - once they bite anyone, the victim is infected and thus also turned into a zombie after a while; the rate at which one transforms depends on the wound received from the bite; just in case, I should really avoid dicing these creatures up. I was also told that Jacob lost contact with Nikon today... the one who was one of the leading scientists in the experiment. I believe it's safe to assume that he's one of them now, even though Jacob thinks he's safe and sound, he was in that lab, after all.
I made way to my room after turning the TV off. I'm pretty sure that even my drivers and guards had ran away by now, no use in thinking of getting a huge luggage now; my belongings will have to be abandoned, for now at least. Hence I took up a black backpack, it has it's share of frills. I put a few rations in it and... a make-up box. Out of all the things... I couldn't help it! Ahem... I also made sure to have a few valuables that would surely come in handy, including items from the first-aid kit. And lastly, the syringes that contained the vengeful yet useful drugs in them. Though I'd usually avoid using them, I might just have a use for these things this time. I closed the backpack with my belongings, then took up a dress that was similar, it's devoid of the frills but it's more comfortable; though it had a short skirt, "I don't think my skirt should exactly be long if I'm gonna wield that thing that is waiting for me to pick it up over there... " I pulled up a different pair of knee-socks and tied the pure black ribbons on my hair after putting up my hair into a twin-tail. The biggest reason why I'm changing is that these cloths are actually bullet-proof... though the vicious strength of the zombies may be able tear them apart, or they can still maul at my exposed skin, but it's still an assuring measure. Then I took up the sheathed broad sword and slid it my back... I somehow fitted it between my backpack and my back, then loosened the tightness of my backpack, and finally, I took in my cell phone into my pocket.
All set for the bloody, crimson waltz that awaits me~ such a thought passed by my mind as I giggled with a grin for a moment. How long has it been since I wielded this heavy thing, anyway? I'm not quite certain anymore. But my excitement spiked above and a smirk formed upon the thought of having the chance of kill. Even if I do escape from the zombies here. I'm certain that I'll get to kill some of them at one point of time, now that it has come to this, as I thought that, I walked out of my room and then to the garden outside my mansion. As I suspected, it is confirmed that the people I've hired are long gone, as if they'd stick around out of loyalty, people cares about their life more than anything. I tapped a button on the remote control in my hand and the iron gates of my mansion slowly opened up. It's a remote used for lights, gates and such for my mansion, pretty neat. I turned around for a moment as if to say farewell to my humble mansion that served me to stay here well and then tapped a certain button once again. The lights turned off, all of them. Then I put it back into one of my pockets and walked off.
My destination is the airport. Judging from the location of the zombie outbreak, I should first be going north, then west towards the bridge - soon after, a bit north to the airport... that should be the safest way to go about this. I can't really run with all of this, especially the sword, plus I'm not usually fond of running. Thus, my walk towards the airport begins.
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Night had fallen after I succesfully infiltrated my father's room. With no sign of him anywhere and not much clues about his whereabouts left besides the documents talking about some experiment. I decided it would be best to look over the documents more properly at my dorm room. I took the papers and put them in my duffle bag, since carrying the suitcase would just be a bother.
It had been a year since I had last seen my father. Before then he would take me everywhere with him, albeit mostly for special training. When he decided to have me transfer here, it didn't make much sense to me on why he decided to do such a thing. After looking through some of these documents, I believe I understand now why he might have done it.
As I continued walking back up north, I suddenly heard people around the area screaming, the somewhat quite streets are now being overrun by people screaming and running in different directions. As I tried the get a grasp of the situation, I can hear some scream out about zombies. I heard about zombies once when I was wathcing a TV but I've never thought much about them. As I continued walking, trying to avoid the crowds, all the big TV's on the building started showing reports about the zombies. I decided to watch to better understand the situation since the people here on the streets where of no help. After a bit, I decided that getting back home for me was no longer an option. From the situation, my best option now would be to head to the airport, though being this far away meant my chances of finding an available plane is low but I don't have many options. I quickly look for a car that I could hot wire since walking wasn't really an option. As soon as I found one that accommodated for my size I took the lockpick I had in my duffle bag and broke in. Quickly starting the car I started driving northwest.
((OOC: Rise rolled a dice for the hot wiring a car thing that my character did to test whether my character can pull it off, by the way.))
It had been a year since I had last seen my father. Before then he would take me everywhere with him, albeit mostly for special training. When he decided to have me transfer here, it didn't make much sense to me on why he decided to do such a thing. After looking through some of these documents, I believe I understand now why he might have done it.
As I continued walking back up north, I suddenly heard people around the area screaming, the somewhat quite streets are now being overrun by people screaming and running in different directions. As I tried the get a grasp of the situation, I can hear some scream out about zombies. I heard about zombies once when I was wathcing a TV but I've never thought much about them. As I continued walking, trying to avoid the crowds, all the big TV's on the building started showing reports about the zombies. I decided to watch to better understand the situation since the people here on the streets where of no help. After a bit, I decided that getting back home for me was no longer an option. From the situation, my best option now would be to head to the airport, though being this far away meant my chances of finding an available plane is low but I don't have many options. I quickly look for a car that I could hot wire since walking wasn't really an option. As soon as I found one that accommodated for my size I took the lockpick I had in my duffle bag and broke in. Quickly starting the car I started driving northwest.
((OOC: Rise rolled a dice for the hot wiring a car thing that my character did to test whether my character can pull it off, by the way.))
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
AzelleFans: Sophia tries to go down the road towards south which would take her to the road that leads to the bridge to Section H. However, a stream of crowd containing people, rushing towards the airport blocks her way, as she tries to cope with the situation and tries to go through the crowd...
A dice will be rolled for Sophia to test her Strength. To pass the stream of crowd and reach the road: a total of 5 is required.
Dice result: 3
3 + 3 = 6
Sophia reaches the other side of the street and continues off towards Section H.
Zandorf: Kahori brushes herself into the crowd and tries to work her way towards the harbor. There aren't too many people, as the zombies at the end of the stream of people are being ruthlessly bitten down and killed. Such a sight falls under Kahori's eyes. Now she knows that she really needs to run.
A dice will be rolled for testing Kahori's Strength. To pass the crowd and reach the road: a total of 4 is required.
Dice result: 1
2 + 1 = 3
Kahori manages to somehow run along the crowd but slips up on the road, looses her balance and falls on the road. Her left foot hurts from the fall, it isn't too bad, and it should be fine in a minute or so...
(Someone should be a white knight and help your character. Or well, your character has to limp around and try to escape. That will require another attribute test though.)
Sanada: Christine kept running north until suddenly, she saw a large and wide line of people all walking on the road towards the airport, evacuating. Christine now has to go through tide of people if she wants to reach her destination faster. What will she do?
(If she takes this path, the dice will decide with Christine's Strength points if she can pass through the hoard of people. On the contrary, she can take the other road that goes to the bridge, which is not too crowded, yet. Though, it is possible to encounter Sophia if such an action is taken. However, that may prove to be a slower, that is, assuming Christine will be able to go along with the crowd properly.)
Gahald_Mills: Uther ran out of his apartment and people are already running about helplessly. He sees some cars rushing towards his destination as well. Uther think about what to do... and at that time, he sees a punk trying to start up his bike but can barely turn it up. It's not the issue with the key, it's the fact that he doesn't know how to ride a bike. Uther assumed that this guy stole the key from it's owner (which he really did) and is trying to use the bike to get to safe-points.
(Your character can either beat the crap outta the thief and take the bike. Or he can run with his legs... )
TheLoneGentleman: Little did Bloody Kris knew that the zombies have high Perception, they barely depend on their dead eyes! The zombies realizes Kris' attempt to run. But he's caught and have no choice but to run, as he knows just how dangerous and hard it is to fend off a group of such 'monsters' alone. Kris makes a run for his life, towards the bridge that leads to Section H.
A dice will be rolled to test Bloody Kris' Dexterity, in order to escape from the zombies successfully, with a running pace that can properly outrun them... hopefully. A total of 6 is required to perform the task.
Dice result: 5
3 + 5 = 8
Katsucha: Kotori looks for a car to use through hot wiring a car in order to reach her destination faster. Riding a car is way faster than running after all. Hot wiring is not easy though, the technology that has advanced has taken measures to prevent it. However, it is also taught how to deal with that little problem in the type of school Kotori studies in. But the success rates differs with the cars. For the car Kotori picked, it'd need 5 in a test of Intelligence with the roll of a dice in order to successfully hot wire the car.
Dice result: 2
4 + 2 - 6
((OOC: Herp derp, if there's any problems with the post, tell me on Skype or contact me via PM. And I did Katsu's part just so things makes sense... or something.))
A dice will be rolled for Sophia to test her Strength. To pass the stream of crowd and reach the road: a total of 5 is required.
Dice result: 3
3 + 3 = 6
Sophia reaches the other side of the street and continues off towards Section H.
Zandorf: Kahori brushes herself into the crowd and tries to work her way towards the harbor. There aren't too many people, as the zombies at the end of the stream of people are being ruthlessly bitten down and killed. Such a sight falls under Kahori's eyes. Now she knows that she really needs to run.
A dice will be rolled for testing Kahori's Strength. To pass the crowd and reach the road: a total of 4 is required.
Dice result: 1
2 + 1 = 3
Kahori manages to somehow run along the crowd but slips up on the road, looses her balance and falls on the road. Her left foot hurts from the fall, it isn't too bad, and it should be fine in a minute or so...
(Someone should be a white knight and help your character. Or well, your character has to limp around and try to escape. That will require another attribute test though.)
Sanada: Christine kept running north until suddenly, she saw a large and wide line of people all walking on the road towards the airport, evacuating. Christine now has to go through tide of people if she wants to reach her destination faster. What will she do?
(If she takes this path, the dice will decide with Christine's Strength points if she can pass through the hoard of people. On the contrary, she can take the other road that goes to the bridge, which is not too crowded, yet. Though, it is possible to encounter Sophia if such an action is taken. However, that may prove to be a slower, that is, assuming Christine will be able to go along with the crowd properly.)
Gahald_Mills: Uther ran out of his apartment and people are already running about helplessly. He sees some cars rushing towards his destination as well. Uther think about what to do... and at that time, he sees a punk trying to start up his bike but can barely turn it up. It's not the issue with the key, it's the fact that he doesn't know how to ride a bike. Uther assumed that this guy stole the key from it's owner (which he really did) and is trying to use the bike to get to safe-points.
(Your character can either beat the crap outta the thief and take the bike. Or he can run with his legs... )
TheLoneGentleman: Little did Bloody Kris knew that the zombies have high Perception, they barely depend on their dead eyes! The zombies realizes Kris' attempt to run. But he's caught and have no choice but to run, as he knows just how dangerous and hard it is to fend off a group of such 'monsters' alone. Kris makes a run for his life, towards the bridge that leads to Section H.
A dice will be rolled to test Bloody Kris' Dexterity, in order to escape from the zombies successfully, with a running pace that can properly outrun them... hopefully. A total of 6 is required to perform the task.
Dice result: 5
3 + 5 = 8
Katsucha: Kotori looks for a car to use through hot wiring a car in order to reach her destination faster. Riding a car is way faster than running after all. Hot wiring is not easy though, the technology that has advanced has taken measures to prevent it. However, it is also taught how to deal with that little problem in the type of school Kotori studies in. But the success rates differs with the cars. For the car Kotori picked, it'd need 5 in a test of Intelligence with the roll of a dice in order to successfully hot wire the car.
Dice result: 2
4 + 2 - 6
((OOC: Herp derp, if there's any problems with the post, tell me on Skype or contact me via PM. And I did Katsu's part just so things makes sense... or something.))
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West. Helping people. I have to keep my head clear. Keep walking, keep walking. You need to help people. Keep walking...
I'm caught completely off guard when I hear gunfire; it's very close. I look down and there is shrapnel near my feet. Oh god, oh god, I don't want to die. I need to help people. I can't die here. I NEED TO HELP PEOPLE.
I come out of my daze and see the cause of the gunfire, a black male about 180cm tall inside of a nearby shop, his head is waxed bald and his t-shirt looks like it hasn't been washed in days.
He shouts out to me,
"If you aren't a zombie and you know it, clap your hands!"
For a second I just stand and stare at him, when he pumps his shotgun again and starts aiming, I quickly clap my hands. This guy is a nutcase, and he has a gun.
I attempt to persuade him to let me into his shop, hoping he won't shoot me for doing so.
I'm caught completely off guard when I hear gunfire; it's very close. I look down and there is shrapnel near my feet. Oh god, oh god, I don't want to die. I need to help people. I can't die here. I NEED TO HELP PEOPLE.
I come out of my daze and see the cause of the gunfire, a black male about 180cm tall inside of a nearby shop, his head is waxed bald and his t-shirt looks like it hasn't been washed in days.
Spoiler:
He shouts out to me,
"If you aren't a zombie and you know it, clap your hands!"
For a second I just stand and stare at him, when he pumps his shotgun again and starts aiming, I quickly clap my hands. This guy is a nutcase, and he has a gun.
I attempt to persuade him to let me into his shop, hoping he won't shoot me for doing so.
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Antw0n
Remember me?
I was already out the door of the apartment building when my brother answered the phone- traffic was backed up and people were running around like retards. Zombies weren't here just yet I guess. Bummer.
"GM. Talk to me." My brothers voice chimed in.
I was so excited I couldn't talk correctly. "BROYOURENOTGONNABELIEVEITTHERESZOMBIESDUDEREALZOMBIESLIKEINTHEVIDEOGAMESWEUSEDTOPLAY
MANIMSOEXCITED-"*
*[size=10]Bro, you're not gonna believe it! There's zombies, dude! Real zombies, like in the video games we used to play, man, I'm so excited-[/h]
Suddenly some douchebag ran by and snatched the phone out of my hands.
"HEY, 'THE FUCK!!"
He yells back "I need it more than you, asshole!"
I tried to chase after him but I was never the most physically fit. He outran me with no effort.
Great. So now I don't have a phone. I shoulda shot him.
My bro is probably going to try and pick me up... guess I have no choice but to meet him halfway.
I set off down the street towards the east, where the road south to Section G- and my brother- begins.
"GM. Talk to me." My brothers voice chimed in.
I was so excited I couldn't talk correctly. "BROYOURENOTGONNABELIEVEITTHERESZOMBIESDUDEREALZOMBIESLIKEINTHEVIDEOGAMESWEUSEDTOPLAY
MANIMSOEXCITED-"*
*[size=10]Bro, you're not gonna believe it! There's zombies, dude! Real zombies, like in the video games we used to play, man, I'm so excited-[/h]
Suddenly some douchebag ran by and snatched the phone out of my hands.
"HEY, 'THE FUCK!!"
He yells back "I need it more than you, asshole!"
I tried to chase after him but I was never the most physically fit. He outran me with no effort.
Great. So now I don't have a phone. I shoulda shot him.
My bro is probably going to try and pick me up... guess I have no choice but to meet him halfway.
I set off down the street towards the east, where the road south to Section G- and my brother- begins.
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As I thought, the road is crowded. Airport looks like the safest and fastest route to get out from this hell. Yet, I doubt there's a plane who dare to come back here after they take refugees out from this island.
I quickly access GPS map with my cellphone. "More than 8 miles... This will take hours or worse, days to get an evac."
I try to analyze the situation first. Harbor is a good place yet its closer to Section D ; Airport is a big no recalling how crowded the road was.
I can talk, but I can't do anything when I reach the airport. Hijack or sneaks to the cargo is impossible mission for a reporter.
I take off the safety switch on my handgun, turn my back and walks back to the south, towards the bridge.
"...I can't do this alone."
I quickly access GPS map with my cellphone. "More than 8 miles... This will take hours or worse, days to get an evac."
I try to analyze the situation first. Harbor is a good place yet its closer to Section D ; Airport is a big no recalling how crowded the road was.
I can talk, but I can't do anything when I reach the airport. Hijack or sneaks to the cargo is impossible mission for a reporter.
I take off the safety switch on my handgun, turn my back and walks back to the south, towards the bridge.
"...I can't do this alone."
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((OOC: Made a mistake reading the map saying that the airport was closer in my last post. Heading to the dock.))
As I had feared the monsters were more perceptive than I though. A few turned towards me to investigate the noise. Now it was time for my training to pull me through. For what these things had in stamina they lacked in overwhelming speed. Which is just what I had at my disposal. Even without performance enhancing drugs I could out run anyone on my squad. Gripping my chain blade in case one of them got close I sprinted past them in the direction of the docks. Bounding over a flipped car I easily outran the few that were on my tail and slowed to a creep a few blocks away. No need to draw more attention to myself, and tiring myself out would make me an easier target. I was ahead of the bulk of the horde at the moment, but that could change at any moment. The pads on my feet quieting me steps made me feel a bit safer dashing from cover to cover. Suddenly I spotted three of them feasting on a fresh corpse. Ducking behind the wall I flexed my fist hard and my wrist shown a gentle light that slid down my forearm.
The suit became slightly transparent which would make it easier to slip past them, but a false move could still get you spotted. Sneaking by making not even one false step I ghosted by the group, and a few blocks later I hit the crowds near the bridge. It would be foolish to try to get through this crowd. So I looked around for other options. But soon the scene turned chaotic. That's when I saw a girl fall hurt from trying to get through the crowd. She looked about 12 or 13. And helping her wouldn't set me too far behind as long as I kept it brief. Perhaps it was leaving my men behind that was messing with me, but I quickly dismissed it. Decloaking I dashed across the way, and with one arm I helped the girl to her feet. "Can you walk?" I asked as I supported her. Her leg looked hurt, but nothing serious. If I could get her to the front of the bridge she should be fine. Since she was so small it was an easy task to keep her on her feet, but we needed to run. Looking back at the group closing in I decided to pick her up and run for it.
As I had feared the monsters were more perceptive than I though. A few turned towards me to investigate the noise. Now it was time for my training to pull me through. For what these things had in stamina they lacked in overwhelming speed. Which is just what I had at my disposal. Even without performance enhancing drugs I could out run anyone on my squad. Gripping my chain blade in case one of them got close I sprinted past them in the direction of the docks. Bounding over a flipped car I easily outran the few that were on my tail and slowed to a creep a few blocks away. No need to draw more attention to myself, and tiring myself out would make me an easier target. I was ahead of the bulk of the horde at the moment, but that could change at any moment. The pads on my feet quieting me steps made me feel a bit safer dashing from cover to cover. Suddenly I spotted three of them feasting on a fresh corpse. Ducking behind the wall I flexed my fist hard and my wrist shown a gentle light that slid down my forearm.
The suit became slightly transparent which would make it easier to slip past them, but a false move could still get you spotted. Sneaking by making not even one false step I ghosted by the group, and a few blocks later I hit the crowds near the bridge. It would be foolish to try to get through this crowd. So I looked around for other options. But soon the scene turned chaotic. That's when I saw a girl fall hurt from trying to get through the crowd. She looked about 12 or 13. And helping her wouldn't set me too far behind as long as I kept it brief. Perhaps it was leaving my men behind that was messing with me, but I quickly dismissed it. Decloaking I dashed across the way, and with one arm I helped the girl to her feet. "Can you walk?" I asked as I supported her. Her leg looked hurt, but nothing serious. If I could get her to the front of the bridge she should be fine. Since she was so small it was an easy task to keep her on her feet, but we needed to run. Looking back at the group closing in I decided to pick her up and run for it.
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artcellrox
The Grey Knight :y
[size=10]"Bro, you're not gonna believe it! There's zombies, dude! Real zombies, like in the video games we used to play, man, I'm so excited-"[/h]
Typical Zaku. Over-excited about this whole thing and fruitlessly shouting at my ear about the whole thing. Times like these, I'm glad I can't hear everything properly.
"Zaku, calm dow-"
Before I could getmy message across, though, I hear some kind of struggle and Zaku cursing afterwards, about getting his phone jacked. I just barely heard it, but I got the message well enough. I clicked the phone off and put it back in my pocket.
Great... Zaku's lost his phone. In this chaos, a crazy survivor's gonna kill him before any zombie does. I need to find a car, and fast!
Finally reaching the garage, I darted my eyes across the lot to find a suitable car.
There, just a few metres away. A black Hummer. Durable and somewhat fast. This should be good.
I went over to the Hummer and got my shotgun ready. Tried the door; no dice, obviously. Knocked on the glass to see if anyone may have been in; empty. The glass wasn't that strong either, from what I could tell. So, facing away from it the best I could, I swung the the handle of the gun straight towards the driver's seat window, hoping it would break in one shot...
Typical Zaku. Over-excited about this whole thing and fruitlessly shouting at my ear about the whole thing. Times like these, I'm glad I can't hear everything properly.
"Zaku, calm dow-"
Before I could getmy message across, though, I hear some kind of struggle and Zaku cursing afterwards, about getting his phone jacked. I just barely heard it, but I got the message well enough. I clicked the phone off and put it back in my pocket.
Great... Zaku's lost his phone. In this chaos, a crazy survivor's gonna kill him before any zombie does. I need to find a car, and fast!
Finally reaching the garage, I darted my eyes across the lot to find a suitable car.
There, just a few metres away. A black Hummer. Durable and somewhat fast. This should be good.
I went over to the Hummer and got my shotgun ready. Tried the door; no dice, obviously. Knocked on the glass to see if anyone may have been in; empty. The glass wasn't that strong either, from what I could tell. So, facing away from it the best I could, I swung the the handle of the gun straight towards the driver's seat window, hoping it would break in one shot...
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Hanasaku
i should just die
Having no chance to return to my house, I stood still out in the corridor: it was empty. Panicked people rushed out of their houses in a pathetic attempt to escape, leaving their houses open. A few of them still had their lights on. Without much to do, I sneaked in a few and grabbed a handful of foodstuffs, while eating some before leaving the block.
Dim streetlamps with out-of-date banners line the street. It was bustling like Christmas Eve, except there weren't any happy feelings around at all. Chaos was rampant with the announcing of the apocalypse - streets were crowded, shops shut down in fear of being run over, roads were jammed, and long queues for every phone booth were a common sight, in hope of finding communication for those who don't have it at their expense, and seemingly after a while the phone booths failed to meet it's job. A crazed citizen would every now and then run across the street preaching about the end of the world, but you could still see the city is still in one piece.
Sitting at a closed open cafe, with no ceiling lights on, I started to plan my route. But I needed a map. We'll have to make do, I guess. I calculate the time the zombies from section D would take to come here, not long- maybe one or two days. In the meantime I have to get to the airport or the docks, but I need a mode of transport, I can't just walk to Section D to find my father all by myself! I'll need a car or something. Secondly, where to go first? to section F along the road or straight to B? I guess going through section F would be a better choice to resupply as well as meet other people who share my will.
Just then, I wonder: What is Father doing? I should've called him the very first moment I read the letter. Hesitantly, I flicked my phone open, and dialed his mobile.
To my disappointment my distress call ended up answering a voicemail. There, my father added,
"Yes, sorry but I cannot reach the phone now. I'm either at a club or at home getting punished by my cute daughter. Ohhhh, I look forward to that. Please come look for me in Section D. well then, see you~!"
And it hung up.
Geez, it's not like I'm his world or anything. He needs to get over it.
Determined more than ever, I stood up, got my things and immediately started on the long walk to the road that exits Section G. The street is still chaotic, there are even people willing to sell themselves for help. Wow, what a place this world has come to.
..."Really wish I had someone."
Dim streetlamps with out-of-date banners line the street. It was bustling like Christmas Eve, except there weren't any happy feelings around at all. Chaos was rampant with the announcing of the apocalypse - streets were crowded, shops shut down in fear of being run over, roads were jammed, and long queues for every phone booth were a common sight, in hope of finding communication for those who don't have it at their expense, and seemingly after a while the phone booths failed to meet it's job. A crazed citizen would every now and then run across the street preaching about the end of the world, but you could still see the city is still in one piece.
Sitting at a closed open cafe, with no ceiling lights on, I started to plan my route. But I needed a map. We'll have to make do, I guess. I calculate the time the zombies from section D would take to come here, not long- maybe one or two days. In the meantime I have to get to the airport or the docks, but I need a mode of transport, I can't just walk to Section D to find my father all by myself! I'll need a car or something. Secondly, where to go first? to section F along the road or straight to B? I guess going through section F would be a better choice to resupply as well as meet other people who share my will.
Just then, I wonder: What is Father doing? I should've called him the very first moment I read the letter. Hesitantly, I flicked my phone open, and dialed his mobile.
To my disappointment my distress call ended up answering a voicemail. There, my father added,
"Yes, sorry but I cannot reach the phone now. I'm either at a club or at home getting punished by my cute daughter. Ohhhh, I look forward to that. Please come look for me in Section D. well then, see you~!"
And it hung up.
Geez, it's not like I'm his world or anything. He needs to get over it.
Determined more than ever, I stood up, got my things and immediately started on the long walk to the road that exits Section G. The street is still chaotic, there are even people willing to sell themselves for help. Wow, what a place this world has come to.
..."Really wish I had someone."
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
applesauce: The Samurai successfully persuades the weapon seller, and he was nice enough to open the store up, albeit slightly. But it's good enough for him to get into the store and take a peek at the goods.
(Your character has enough Social points to persuade him without the need of rolling the dice. Also, your character can either buy goods if you have the money to spare or... persuade to get stuff for free, which needs a dice roll. And of course, persuading the seller for that is a pretty tough job.)
TheLoneGentleman: Bloody Kris tries to save Kahori. It is unknown how she reacts or whether she appreciates or not. But it is definitely true that she's receiving Kris' help whether she likes it or not. A dice will be rolled for the Kris whose hands are tied with a luggage containing a live girl; Kris needs 7 in order to successfully run away from the zombies along with the Kahori.
Dice result: 4
3 + 4 = 7
(It wasn't enough. 7 for 7 brings more of an equal result. Your character moves at a steady pace but he couldn't completely loose the zombies from behind him... and Kahori. You may need to try something different, or run faster, or something... )
artcellrox: The window glasses of the Black Hummer is specially designed for hard and solid confinement in order to provide safety to it's passengers, zombies can barely ever beat those glasses with their palms... unless they hit it truly hard. A dice is to be rolled to test whether GM's bullets will break through the glasses with the bullets of the gun with a single bullet or not, 6 is required.
Dice result: 6
4 + 6 = 10
(Your character breaks through the glasses with just about... one shots (high result bonus or else it'd need a few more). Was he really lucky? Hell yeah he was. Apparently there's these extra 'replacement' window glasses on the back storage space of the Black Hummer which can be used to replace the broken glass as well.)
(Your character has enough Social points to persuade him without the need of rolling the dice. Also, your character can either buy goods if you have the money to spare or... persuade to get stuff for free, which needs a dice roll. And of course, persuading the seller for that is a pretty tough job.)
TheLoneGentleman: Bloody Kris tries to save Kahori. It is unknown how she reacts or whether she appreciates or not. But it is definitely true that she's receiving Kris' help whether she likes it or not. A dice will be rolled for the Kris whose hands are tied with a luggage containing a live girl; Kris needs 7 in order to successfully run away from the zombies along with the Kahori.
Dice result: 4
3 + 4 = 7
(It wasn't enough. 7 for 7 brings more of an equal result. Your character moves at a steady pace but he couldn't completely loose the zombies from behind him... and Kahori. You may need to try something different, or run faster, or something... )
artcellrox: The window glasses of the Black Hummer is specially designed for hard and solid confinement in order to provide safety to it's passengers, zombies can barely ever beat those glasses with their palms... unless they hit it truly hard. A dice is to be rolled to test whether GM's bullets will break through the glasses with the bullets of the gun with a single bullet or not, 6 is required.
Dice result: 6
4 + 6 = 10
(Your character breaks through the glasses with just about... one shots (high result bonus or else it'd need a few more). Was he really lucky? Hell yeah he was. Apparently there's these extra 'replacement' window glasses on the back storage space of the Black Hummer which can be used to replace the broken glass as well.)
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As I ran outside of the apartment, the road wasn’t really crouded but many people were trying to run to the evacuation site. I stepped outside and looked around to see if it’s safe to run. But I canceled my thought about running away when I saw someone trying to start a motor cross bike. He looked like he wasn’t the owner of it.
hey, isn’t that the old man’s motor cross bike that I was hoping to have? Who’s that guy trying to get that bike?
I looked around and saw a half eaten body, the body of the owner of the bike. His left arm, right legs, and chest was eaten.
so he died eh? And that guy must be trying to steal it. By the looks of it, he doesn’t know how to ride one. I think I’ll just “help” him.
As I approached the person to “assist” him, I be came suspicious.
if the body was still half eaten, where did the zombie go? Killed? ran away because the body tasted funny? Or lurking around finding another prey?
I chuckled and walks over to the guy and pat his shoulder.
“hey, looks like you need some help.” I said while landing a punch on his face. The guy who was surprised gets hit and then yelled “Hey what’s the big idea man!”. He then countered with a punch to my stomach. It landed pretty good and made me growls. I don’t know why, but right after he landed that punch, he ran away in to the alley. After I recovered from the pain, I heard a scream, it was the guy who was trying to steal the bike. He was being eaten by the zombies.
whoa. I guess that’s what you get for stealing a bike and punching me
I laughed and sat on the bike. When I looked at the place where you put in the keys, it was gone.
That damn idiot ran away with the keys! I’m not getting the keys back. Too much effort.
I then ran to the harbor.
hey, isn’t that the old man’s motor cross bike that I was hoping to have? Who’s that guy trying to get that bike?
I looked around and saw a half eaten body, the body of the owner of the bike. His left arm, right legs, and chest was eaten.
so he died eh? And that guy must be trying to steal it. By the looks of it, he doesn’t know how to ride one. I think I’ll just “help” him.
As I approached the person to “assist” him, I be came suspicious.
if the body was still half eaten, where did the zombie go? Killed? ran away because the body tasted funny? Or lurking around finding another prey?
I chuckled and walks over to the guy and pat his shoulder.
“hey, looks like you need some help.” I said while landing a punch on his face. The guy who was surprised gets hit and then yelled “Hey what’s the big idea man!”. He then countered with a punch to my stomach. It landed pretty good and made me growls. I don’t know why, but right after he landed that punch, he ran away in to the alley. After I recovered from the pain, I heard a scream, it was the guy who was trying to steal the bike. He was being eaten by the zombies.
whoa. I guess that’s what you get for stealing a bike and punching me
I laughed and sat on the bike. When I looked at the place where you put in the keys, it was gone.
That damn idiot ran away with the keys! I’m not getting the keys back. Too much effort.
I then ran to the harbor.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
My walk has lead me to a seemingly grand circus show filled with screams of pain; contradictory to cries to joy. People are running amok and my pupils have found remains of burning cars left on the street to burn. My stomping black heels overtook the dominance in terms of echoing sounds among the many different sounds echoing from afar. It has been five minutes since I've taken a turn towards west. My plan is to head towards the protection provided by the military in the bridge, then hop onto the park... which is hopefully empty, well it should be empty. Then I'd jump off from the wall where the airport is close, then walk to my destination. What is annoying is that striding along the road for long is obviously not enough if I'd want to get to that god damned airport. So I'd probably require a vehicle...
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes into my unending stroll. People are all the same everywhere. Or I've reached the point where I am simply unable to differentiate between them anymore unless I know each and every one of them personally. Which is literally impossible. That said, I think even after knowing all of them personally - they'd still be the same to me. It's just in their nature to be the way they are. And that won't change for the years to come. Then again, I should be thinking with "we" when I'm speaking while regarding the species of humans... I am one of them, after all. Moving on, the car wreck sites has significantly decreased from my sight soon. It seems like people gets into car accidents when they panic the most, and the road I got into contained little of those wreckage.
I look towards the night, Ahh, what a nice night we have, here. as I felt that I've had such a thought before already, and embraced the cold air - I looked back down towards the reality of the situation, and start running upon wanting to fasten the pace, sometimes I'm dashing and sometimes I'm trying to jump... I think people saw me with wide eyes. But I'm as slow as ever, I really lost my touch with speed. I think I am probably the most slowest runner ever to exist - now that I think about - especially due to the sword that I am carrying in my back. Although it's just not that, I'm also accustomed to only sitting in extravagant and extremely comfortable seats and beds, and walking that I haven't ran much in my life, at all. Or well, perhaps for several years, at least. I cannot quite remember anymore. But I do remember outrunning someone fast long ago... without my blade, though, but I'd rather have my blade with me at all times now. But things were different back then. But really, I wish I had the chance to use guns, too bad I never really got around to buying them, I just a few of the old ones before, if anything. Perhaps a gun in one hand and a sword in the other would be quite cool, perhaps graceful? I'd have doubts on grace, but I think it'd be more effective than anything... or maybe a short period of time. There's a limit to the usage of guns since they require an ample supply of bullets, however. And besides, carrying the blade requires both my hands unless I try something out to reduce the burden of the heaviness.
So, after an hour of running, I stop. A scene unfolded where mostly everything were being abandoned by people Though, shops that contained valuable objects were closed in quick succession. This is a scene that is common to the point that I lack a word to use, however, the distinction here, is the store that caught my attention; it's among the stores that sells wide variety of goods, and it's a self-service store as well, which was simply abandoned without protection as well. What's unique about the place I encountered is that most of it's walls were transparent; hence sometimes referred to as the transparent store by it's customers. I hear it's popular among the consumers; very favoured. My left hand held a bag of buns, loaded with a can of drink, after I came out of the store. My right hand, a bar of chocolate which tasted unbelievably sweet. Must appreciate quality chocolates like these! I walk forward once again after my little detour from that store.
I continue to stride along the path that seems to stretch eternally. But this time, my snacks are now keeping me company. People still ran around and kept shouting to God knows what, panicking, scrambling over their belongings matters not to me and makes for horrible company, it's almost as though my ears got tired of them and refuses to listen to them. To make the matter worse - my food didn't last as long as I thought they would, not more than twenty minutes, even though I ate as slowly as I could, while moving as fast as I could. And so I find my attention back to the mindless people around me. Oh dear, I really ought to get a loyal driver for me. Ahh... I'm done with my snacks already, and my drink too now. Boring, again... I should simply try to enjoy the night. It's unfortunate that it's so... uneventful currently, I complained in my mind as I stepped repeatedly. My eyes lost in reverie. I soon see a few more streaks of smoke rising from behind a few tall buildings. I take out my cell phone and I look at the time. It's been quite a long time since I departed from my beloved home it seems. It's past 10 'o' clock now and I'm already closing in on to the area of houses that have pink colored top... I'm not sure what exactly is pink there at the top, the floor on the floor or... shed? Though that would be a really style for this time and age.
"So, I'm close to the dance floor, is it? However... I should be trying to avoid it... I thought aloud. Then I sighed. I should hurry for my flight. I sigh. I should probably get into a car with someone... anyone should be fine as long as I can get to that there. Stench of blood comes my way and I believe the zombies are not too far away anymore. I hear sounds of gunshots, too.
The night continues.
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes into my unending stroll. People are all the same everywhere. Or I've reached the point where I am simply unable to differentiate between them anymore unless I know each and every one of them personally. Which is literally impossible. That said, I think even after knowing all of them personally - they'd still be the same to me. It's just in their nature to be the way they are. And that won't change for the years to come. Then again, I should be thinking with "we" when I'm speaking while regarding the species of humans... I am one of them, after all. Moving on, the car wreck sites has significantly decreased from my sight soon. It seems like people gets into car accidents when they panic the most, and the road I got into contained little of those wreckage.
I look towards the night, Ahh, what a nice night we have, here. as I felt that I've had such a thought before already, and embraced the cold air - I looked back down towards the reality of the situation, and start running upon wanting to fasten the pace, sometimes I'm dashing and sometimes I'm trying to jump... I think people saw me with wide eyes. But I'm as slow as ever, I really lost my touch with speed. I think I am probably the most slowest runner ever to exist - now that I think about - especially due to the sword that I am carrying in my back. Although it's just not that, I'm also accustomed to only sitting in extravagant and extremely comfortable seats and beds, and walking that I haven't ran much in my life, at all. Or well, perhaps for several years, at least. I cannot quite remember anymore. But I do remember outrunning someone fast long ago... without my blade, though, but I'd rather have my blade with me at all times now. But things were different back then. But really, I wish I had the chance to use guns, too bad I never really got around to buying them, I just a few of the old ones before, if anything. Perhaps a gun in one hand and a sword in the other would be quite cool, perhaps graceful? I'd have doubts on grace, but I think it'd be more effective than anything... or maybe a short period of time. There's a limit to the usage of guns since they require an ample supply of bullets, however. And besides, carrying the blade requires both my hands unless I try something out to reduce the burden of the heaviness.
So, after an hour of running, I stop. A scene unfolded where mostly everything were being abandoned by people Though, shops that contained valuable objects were closed in quick succession. This is a scene that is common to the point that I lack a word to use, however, the distinction here, is the store that caught my attention; it's among the stores that sells wide variety of goods, and it's a self-service store as well, which was simply abandoned without protection as well. What's unique about the place I encountered is that most of it's walls were transparent; hence sometimes referred to as the transparent store by it's customers. I hear it's popular among the consumers; very favoured. My left hand held a bag of buns, loaded with a can of drink, after I came out of the store. My right hand, a bar of chocolate which tasted unbelievably sweet. Must appreciate quality chocolates like these! I walk forward once again after my little detour from that store.
I continue to stride along the path that seems to stretch eternally. But this time, my snacks are now keeping me company. People still ran around and kept shouting to God knows what, panicking, scrambling over their belongings matters not to me and makes for horrible company, it's almost as though my ears got tired of them and refuses to listen to them. To make the matter worse - my food didn't last as long as I thought they would, not more than twenty minutes, even though I ate as slowly as I could, while moving as fast as I could. And so I find my attention back to the mindless people around me. Oh dear, I really ought to get a loyal driver for me. Ahh... I'm done with my snacks already, and my drink too now. Boring, again... I should simply try to enjoy the night. It's unfortunate that it's so... uneventful currently, I complained in my mind as I stepped repeatedly. My eyes lost in reverie. I soon see a few more streaks of smoke rising from behind a few tall buildings. I take out my cell phone and I look at the time. It's been quite a long time since I departed from my beloved home it seems. It's past 10 'o' clock now and I'm already closing in on to the area of houses that have pink colored top... I'm not sure what exactly is pink there at the top, the floor on the floor or... shed? Though that would be a really style for this time and age.
"So, I'm close to the dance floor, is it? However... I should be trying to avoid it... I thought aloud. Then I sighed. I should hurry for my flight. I sigh. I should probably get into a car with someone... anyone should be fine as long as I can get to that there. Stench of blood comes my way and I believe the zombies are not too far away anymore. I hear sounds of gunshots, too.
The night continues.
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After driving for about an hour, I decided to pull over from the news report I had seen on the TV regarding the majority of the zombies are in Section D at this point, going in there without my weapon ready would be pure suicide. I open my bag and start taking out parts of my Barret M98B sniper rifle. Though, a smaller firearm would be more convinient while driving, I was only given this weapon by my father when he sent me here. Being a child doesn't really help in getting your own firearms.
After finishing building my Barret, I placed it in the seat next to me. I start up the car again and begin driving once again. After a couple of minutes pass, I come across a hospital. Not knowing what will happen while I tried to get to the airport; I decide it would be best if I take some supplies from the hospital. I grab my Sniper and my bag and start walking towards the hospital.
As I walk in, some screams could be heard probably, from patients left behind by the nurses and doctors. Ignoring their screams as they cried for help, I continued walking looking for medical supplies and some food.
As I search for a bit, it didn't take too long before I found the cafeteria where they kept the food. I quickly searched for food that would last for a couple days if necessary. But made sure to grab only what I could carry, along with whatever medical supplies I found. Soon after, I found the room where they kept some medical supplies. I quickly grab some bandages and some medicines and a couple of scalpel where they store them. After making sure my bag was closed, I quickly ran out of the hospital. Getting into the car and quickly starting it and start heading to the airport again.
After finishing building my Barret, I placed it in the seat next to me. I start up the car again and begin driving once again. After a couple of minutes pass, I come across a hospital. Not knowing what will happen while I tried to get to the airport; I decide it would be best if I take some supplies from the hospital. I grab my Sniper and my bag and start walking towards the hospital.
As I walk in, some screams could be heard probably, from patients left behind by the nurses and doctors. Ignoring their screams as they cried for help, I continued walking looking for medical supplies and some food.
As I search for a bit, it didn't take too long before I found the cafeteria where they kept the food. I quickly searched for food that would last for a couple days if necessary. But made sure to grab only what I could carry, along with whatever medical supplies I found. Soon after, I found the room where they kept some medical supplies. I quickly grab some bandages and some medicines and a couple of scalpel where they store them. After making sure my bag was closed, I quickly ran out of the hospital. Getting into the car and quickly starting it and start heading to the airport again.
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((OOC: Sorry for the late post. Didn't have internet connection today AND I got quite seizure that rendered me incapable of doing anything since morning. Just recovered a bit now and using dear brother's modem as he's here visiting)).
..............
What was that just now?
As I stride over the road toward the Section H, a stream of panicking crowd came and blocked my way. In more normal situation, I'd rather chose other way, but I don't want to be slowed down at a time like this. If only there were few of them, I'd knocked them unconsious with SILVANUS. Oh well, blast through them then, I thought...
... As I thought, a panicked mob is quite a problem to be broken through. I even needed to punch a man in suit in his balls so he fell in his knees and didn't push me over the edge, tripped that girl with SILVANUS so I could pass, and (secretly) knocked off a punk for the last opening. Doing all of them while being pushed here and there in the middle of the mobs are certainly not easy tasks, but I had such thing in the past so I managed to pull them off... Moreover, no one paid attention to what I've done, nor did they care, I think...
... Now that I manage to pass that crowds, I should continue my plan to Section H. But... I think I need to make a little stop in that little shop for an ice cream. I love ice creams in that shop. Given I haven't seen any of those living dead yet, I might get lucky...
So I decide to stop at the little shop on the left side of the main road. There's lights in the shop, but I doubt anyone still inside it in this kind of situation.
"... The door is not locked...", as I push the glass door open. Lucky. I don't need to cut it open with SILVANUS and attract unneccessary attentions, living and dead alike.
As I've just stepped inside the shop, my sense is calling for attention. I must be cautious. Something might be lurking inside despite of what I've thought about it before.
".... Sharp...", I murmured while clicked a trigger on SILVANUS. A faint buzzing sound is emmiting from the sword, a signal that the weapon is ready to cut off anything. I grab it more firmly now.
... And so, I enter the shop...
((Calling GM to roll PERCEPTION for detecting anything inside and around the shop))
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What was that just now?
As I stride over the road toward the Section H, a stream of panicking crowd came and blocked my way. In more normal situation, I'd rather chose other way, but I don't want to be slowed down at a time like this. If only there were few of them, I'd knocked them unconsious with SILVANUS. Oh well, blast through them then, I thought...
... As I thought, a panicked mob is quite a problem to be broken through. I even needed to punch a man in suit in his balls so he fell in his knees and didn't push me over the edge, tripped that girl with SILVANUS so I could pass, and (secretly) knocked off a punk for the last opening. Doing all of them while being pushed here and there in the middle of the mobs are certainly not easy tasks, but I had such thing in the past so I managed to pull them off... Moreover, no one paid attention to what I've done, nor did they care, I think...
... Now that I manage to pass that crowds, I should continue my plan to Section H. But... I think I need to make a little stop in that little shop for an ice cream. I love ice creams in that shop. Given I haven't seen any of those living dead yet, I might get lucky...
So I decide to stop at the little shop on the left side of the main road. There's lights in the shop, but I doubt anyone still inside it in this kind of situation.
"... The door is not locked...", as I push the glass door open. Lucky. I don't need to cut it open with SILVANUS and attract unneccessary attentions, living and dead alike.
As I've just stepped inside the shop, my sense is calling for attention. I must be cautious. Something might be lurking inside despite of what I've thought about it before.
".... Sharp...", I murmured while clicked a trigger on SILVANUS. A faint buzzing sound is emmiting from the sword, a signal that the weapon is ready to cut off anything. I grab it more firmly now.
... And so, I enter the shop...
((Calling GM to roll PERCEPTION for detecting anything inside and around the shop))
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xninebreaker
FAKKU Writer
I stepped out of my house with quiver, satchel, and bow slung on my back. As soon as I stepped out, I could see that thing weren’t normal from only a glance of my small neighborhood. I saw people rushing out of their houses, cars being started, children crying and parents barking at one another. Seeing the people on my street in panic, I can only imagine how the larger, main roads leading to the harbor and airport would be like.
What a bad time for my car to need repairs…
My car, which was pretty old anyways, had been broken down for the last week. Usually I can carpool or simply take some form of public transportation to get around, but obviously, these aren’t options. So, I decide to walk towards the harbor. First, I would get out of my small neighborhood and onto the road that ran north-south. That road connected with the main road that ran east-west and led to the harbor.
I’m getting far too old to be doing this, I thought as I did some stretching; I tried to touch my shoes from standing straight up, but I barely reached my shin.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I mumbled to myself in slight pain as I straightened myself up, with my right arm rubbing against my back trying to soothe the pain.
"I really should've been exercising..."
The walk down my street didn’t take long, but then I got to the large north-south road; it was absolutely packed. Unlike my street, this was complete chaos. From people frantically running, to the seemingly endless line of cars honking at one another, to people cursing, pushing, and even small groups where fighting had broken out.
I decide to try to force my way into the crowd, hoping not to be overrun and pushed about. I had to get to the harbor before the boats were gone.
What a bad time for my car to need repairs…
My car, which was pretty old anyways, had been broken down for the last week. Usually I can carpool or simply take some form of public transportation to get around, but obviously, these aren’t options. So, I decide to walk towards the harbor. First, I would get out of my small neighborhood and onto the road that ran north-south. That road connected with the main road that ran east-west and led to the harbor.
I’m getting far too old to be doing this, I thought as I did some stretching; I tried to touch my shoes from standing straight up, but I barely reached my shin.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I mumbled to myself in slight pain as I straightened myself up, with my right arm rubbing against my back trying to soothe the pain.
"I really should've been exercising..."
The walk down my street didn’t take long, but then I got to the large north-south road; it was absolutely packed. Unlike my street, this was complete chaos. From people frantically running, to the seemingly endless line of cars honking at one another, to people cursing, pushing, and even small groups where fighting had broken out.
I decide to try to force my way into the crowd, hoping not to be overrun and pushed about. I had to get to the harbor before the boats were gone.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
AzelleFans: A dice was rolled for Sophia to test her perceptive abilities to detect if there's anything in the shop. 6 is required as a result to completely any presence of any living beings, as it is spacious on the inside with all the storage of ice cream...
Dice result: 3
3 + 3 = 6
(There's no one in the shop but a small mouse cowering your towering character's presence. Scoop all the ice cream for free if you so wish!)
Xminebreaker: Cliff needs 4 Strength to pass the Strength attribute test with the roll of a dice.
Dice result: 2
2 + 2 = 4
(It's neither yay or nay from the dice. Your character kind of gets lost in the crowd, it may take a few minutes to get your sense of direction back and get back on the track, but he is able to get by the mass of people.)
Dice result: 3
3 + 3 = 6
(There's no one in the shop but a small mouse cowering your towering character's presence. Scoop all the ice cream for free if you so wish!)
Xminebreaker: Cliff needs 4 Strength to pass the Strength attribute test with the roll of a dice.
Dice result: 2
2 + 2 = 4
(It's neither yay or nay from the dice. Your character kind of gets lost in the crowd, it may take a few minutes to get your sense of direction back and get back on the track, but he is able to get by the mass of people.)