Zombiepocalypse

[Deaghaidh]

The Sweetheart was one of the last small fishing trawlers working the collapsing North Atlantic cod fishery still operating out of New England. Her captain, Bert Williams was a stalwart woman, broadly built and blunt, with the sort of strength and stubbornness to persist in a dying industry dominated by rough men. The Sweetheart had rode out the outbreak thus far by staying well to sea, listening to the astonishingly fast collapse of civilization on the radio until the airwaves went silent.

Though the crew of the Sweetheart had yet to see a zombie themselves, the outbreak had not left them in peace. She weighed anchor with a crew of seven. There were three left. The deckhands had desperately wanted to return to shore to rescue their friends and family. Bert had refused. She wasn't willing to expose her ship to the infection. She gave the orders on her ship, and she refused to hear any arguments against them.

That hadn't set well with the crew. After all everything Bert valued in the world, her ship and her daughter, was perfectly safe. Her crew had wives, girlfriends, children, and old friends. Bert's daughter was sympathetic to them. She heard them out and tried to make their case. But for all her classes on the art of negotiation, she wasn't able to get to a win-win situation. The mutineers struck, and Gwen was obliged to shoot a man dead rather than let him kill her mother. Captain Bert bludgeoned two deckhands to death with a heavy steel hook. One of them had sailed with her for eight years. John Jacobs, a burly naval veteran and loyal engineman, broke another's neck by hurling him halfway over a railing.

A week had passed, tense and quiet. Grey dawns moved into grey sunsets. The radio was silent, the engine mostly idle. The Sweetheart's crew spoke in muted whispers, as if perpetually trespassing in a graveyard.

The eighth night after the mutiny the spell was broken by the ship's screaming. For nearly two minutes the agonized shriek of steel on steel pierced the night. Then all was quiet.

John was downcast and ashen grey when he reported to his captain.

"Engine 2 has seized up. It must have been leaking oil for a while. I can't understand how I missed it, skipper." He literally wrung his hands.

"Skip the apologizing and get to the making it right, John. How long is it going to be?" Bert wasn't interested in making him feel better, but wasn't about to beat up on him either.

"I can't fix it. Not with what I have out here. In port, with a real shop and supplies, it would be one thing, but..."

"Well. We'd need to creep in sooner or later I suppose. Diesel doesn't fall out of the sky after all. Get us to limping, and I'll get you to what you need."

 

[Bialaska]

Next deadline, Sunday February 9th.

 

[Bialaska]

Great ICs, stats updated. Remember the deadline.

 

[Galren]

For the second time, I raise my foot and kick the door.

"Damn it, door, open already!" I exclaim.

I kick the door, this time with a satisfying crunch.

Much better.

As I entered the shed, the smell of beer hits my nose. At first, I think that the shed has a stash of alcohol in it, but then I see the equipment in the shed, indicating it was a home brewery. I take a plastic cup from a nearby shelf, open the hatch on the vat containing the beer, and scoop out some beer. Even as I reach into the vat, I'm wondering why I'm even trying this stuff. The first time I tried some I was seeing rainbows for the rest of the night. Hesitantly, I take a small sip of the beer, then proceed to spit it right out. I'm pretty sure the beer tastes like preservation fluid, the stuff they use to preserve frogs and rats for dissection. Pushing the thought aside, I started to look through the shelves when I heard the cry of a zombie.

Crap. I thought there were no zombies around here.

I grab my pistol and poke my head out of the door frame to see where the zombie is. Spotting the zombie, I realize it was near where Terry was. I also noticed something familiar about the zombie ...

Vito ... no ... that's impossible.

I still lied to myself even if I knew that the zombie was Vito at one point. Right now, I needed to take a shot at it before it got Terry. Raising the pistol, I aim at the head of Vito ... no ... he's a zombie now. I take the shot and the zombie collapsed on the ground. At this point, I approach the corpse just to see who it is, even though I already know it is Vito. The next thing I know, I'm on my knees with my face buried into my hands and Terry hugging me. I also notice that she's crying also. What makes me feel even worse is that Terry and I are the only ones who know Vito's dead. None of my family will probably ever know about this except me.

The weight of my world is suddenly put upon my shoulders, and I'm not prepared for the role of Atlas.

 

[Bialaska]

Benjamin Abarca
Ben and Terry continue to scavenge for resources in the suburbs of Boston. At first they go into neighborhoods which have already been scavenged but late into the week they come across a survivor with a weapon. And after this Terry finds the house of a survivalist who took all of his weapons but left a large stash of ammo. Along with some canned food.
(3 food, 1 weapon, 15 ammo)

Cristopher Hunter
Christopher and Alex are on the road heading out of town when a cloud of black smoke starts to pour out of the engine. The two desert their car and head off on foot. They become very lucky finding a small generator and a large stash of fuel. After this they continue to scavenge eventually coming upon to malnourished survivors hiding in the attic of a house who decide to join their group. They have some ammo and in the neighborhood they find some food.
(2 survivors, Small generator (generate power for 1 turn at 3 fuel cost), 19 fuel, 1 ammo, 7 food)

Nathanael McCann
Nate and his group awake to find a horde of zombies passing through their camp. The group manages to escape but the camp is lost. Taking to the road they come across a farm. Getting out of the car Nate and Billy search the farm for seeds and other resources. In the midst of their search another group of zombies arrives and the two are forced to flee. Meanwhile Linda manages to find a safe place to set up camp. Finding a hidden trap door the group establish themselves in a small basement in which they find many canned goods. Setting up her expirements Linda creates a tranquilizer which will render a zombie unconscious long enough to be tested.
(12 food, -1 medicine, 1 tranq ammo, abandoned farm base (no bonus currently))

Michael Stockly
Michael and his group encounter another group which decides not to join them but they are friendly and chat with Michael's group. The new group is from Prudence Island, Rhode Island. They regret not fortifying the place but it's to late now. Michael and his new found friends head south into the city of Lynn to scavenge for more resources risking their own lives but possibly the rewards are worth it. The group splits up Michael and the survivor are extremely succesful finding enough food to last the group weeks and enough medicine for a clinic. Thomas how ever doesn't do so well and doesn't return to the camp and is possibly dead. Joseph however does return telling tales of a horde coming through town and speaking about how he barely saved his own life.
(24 food, 25 medicine, -2 ammo, Thomas is dead)

John Locke
John sends Jules off on a dangerous mission into the city of Springfield to raid the Smith and Wesson factory in order to find weapons and ammo for the group. The search is unseccesful and they encounter a large hoard of zombies passing through the city. Julianne manages to escape but the two survivors acompanying her die gruesome deaths. John meanwhile manages to fortify the dorm allowing it to withstand an attack and creating a more permanent home for the group. While in the final stages of construction for the camp defenses a winded survivor stumbles upon him seeking help against the walkers. He tells a story about how his group was scavenging a Chinese Restaurant on Boston Street called Ginger Blossom when zombies attacked them from all sides. After a brief chat the survivor decides to join John's group and provides the group with some egg rolls he had in his backpack.
(-1 survivor, -3 ammo, 8 food, Dorm barricaded - +1 on survival rolls in Dorm)

Bertha Williams
Captain Bert and her group find a marina which seems to have been mostly untouched. When scavenging Captain Bert was extremely successful finding large amounts of food in the marina's kitchen. Gwen finds a large amount of fuel in an oil tank used to heat the building located in the basement. Lastly John searches a storage room far in the back of the building when Bert hears screaming she runs to find John with a zombie eating his intestines. After taking a hammer to the zombies head she manages to recover John's weapon and other supplies.
(12 food, 5 fuel, John dead)

Barry McCaulkiner
Barry and his group start off the week hungry. To make matters worse a zombie horde stumbles across them and take their base. As Anita and Phil run Barry is taken down by several zombies and eaten alive. Now demoralized and hungry Anita and Phil move into Plymouth trying to find a place to set up a camp. They get very lucky finding a mansion they clear out the upper floor and find the area to be quite easy to defend. Anita finds a nearby general store and she manages to fine several cans of food and some chips. She gorges herself cramming all she can eat into her mouth before taking the leftovers to Phil. As the week comes to an end the group is one member smaller but they have a place to call home and enough food to last them another week.
(9 food, Upper Floor of Villa base (less chance of zombie events), Barry is dead.)

Asuna Hatsune
Asuna and her group enter the city of Salem to find supplies. Asuna goes into a local Big Y (supermarket chain) stealthily creeping through the store in an attempt to find food. Unfortunately she accidently bumps into an empty can which gives her location away. Soon the zombies are upon her but she manages to get away through a combination of skill and luck. Roberto finds a local gun store he is lucky and finds ammo but unfortunately no weapons. While Asuna is in the front of the supermarket running away from the zombies Marilyn finds some medicine in a supermarket pharmacy.
(5 ammo, 3 medicine)

 

[Galren]

The Most Interesting Game of All​

It has been a few days since Terry and I lost Tito. Surviving in this somber, zombie infested world was going to be harder without him, but, even after a day of brooding, I was able to pull my sanity together. Today, we worked out on a map where to find supplies. As we walked through the neighborhoods which have been already scavenged, I spot another survivor. Other survivors were so rare that I thought at first that he was a mirage. Terry then pulls me behind cover, which snaps me out of my trance-like state. Pulling out a pair of binoculars, I carefully observed the survivor.

The survivor was male, probably in his mid-40s. He wears a leather jacket, jeans, steel toed boots, gloves, and a bandanna around his neck. Curly, scruffy hair covers his head and his face has stubble on it. His tepid, austere face showed eyes with zealous fire in them. He carried a slightly obsolete, but deadly, rifle in his hands.

Naturally, I began to speculate about what he knows and is thinking about. Did he see us? If so, is he friendly?

The survivor, however, made his intentions clear by stating loudly, “I know you’re there. Come out and drop your weapons on the ground.”

Next to me, Terry asked, “Should we surrender?”

I respond to her, “No. We’re going to hide from him. I don’t trust the guy.”

Since he was sanguine and even a bit sophomoric about the situation, I thought that the best way to deal with the situation would be to go skulk away and hope that the survivor would give up. After a while, the survivor would probably just give up.

After a minute, the survivor responded, “Are you hiding from me? Are you digressing from my plan? What a shame. I thought we would be able to come to a compromise, but I guess that won’t happen now.”

With a wild grin on his face, the survivor started to move. His canny ways have now degraded into becoming a hunter. His prey was us. The chase was on, and Terry and I would have to stay diligent or else become another squalid mess in the suburbs of Boston. As I climbed through windows and rushed through doors, I began to think of a plan. The survivor was ardent in chasing us down, so I would have to set a longer route for the survivor to follow. As I climbed up a chain link fence, I could hear a shot ringing through the streets. The cries of zombies then fill the area, with subsequent shots silencing the cries. The sounds tell me that the survivor has unwittingly triggered a copious amount of zombies. With the convergence of zombies on the survivor, a moment of hope filled my head.

As I go inside a small warehouse, I see the survivor right in front of me, aiming at me.

“Surprise!” the survivor exclaimed.

Miraculously, I duck in time as he fired the rifle. I quickly speed off, getting my gun out for a fight.

“I will now vindicate the wrongs you have unjustly put upon me!”

While the vociferous survivor taunts me, I sneak up on him from behind, take two quick shots at him, and ducked behind cover again. Only one of the shots barely grazed him; moments later, he howled in rage, screaming, “Fool! How dare you venerate me by letting my blood drop onto the floor!”

I tried to aim at him again, but, with inhuman speed that would make him look like a pariah of some alien species, he wheeled around and shot his rifle at me, knocking my pistol out of my hands. As he advances upon me, I scramble to get my weapon, watching his face. The survivor’s face was now distilled of any kind of superfluous emotion except hatred and anger. Once on top of me, he kicked the pistol out of my hands, kicked me in the chest, and put the cold barrel of his rifle to my head.

Expecting the end, I heard him proclaim, “You have been the most tenacious prey I have ever faced. Although you have not been the toughest, you have been the craftiest and put up a pretty good fight until the end. Here’s the thing, though; you’re still prey. Prey is to be hunted by the hunters. What can I say? You know how the cliché goes: It’s the survival of the fittest, and now is no exception. If you decided to surrender, I would have let you go. Since you decided to run, I just had to play a game with you before I teach you the morals of refusing an offer from me.”

So, it’s all just a game to him. As I lay there, I prepared to resign from life and take the plunge into death’s chilly waters. I would miss all of my family and friends, including Terry. Terry … As I open my eyes, I notice a figure through my slightly blurry vision. It was Terry.
To help Terry out, I decide to distract him by whispering to the survivor, “You forgot one thing, friend.”

Feeling curious, the survivor responds, “What?”

I gave him no answer and, after a moment, shouted at me, “Spit it out!”

With a smug expression on my face I remark, “You forgot there were two of us.”

Turning around, a baseball bat kissed him on the nose. With a horrified expression on his face, the survivor tries to shoot Terry, but Terry hit the rifle, knocking its shot off into the ceiling. As he gets up, Terry delivers another punishing blow to the survivor’s abdomen, resulting in him getting knocked to the ground. Before he could get up, a zombie pounced on him. More and more zombies crowded around him until he was in a pileup of death. Struggling to get out, the survivor fired off his rifle once or twice, but the zombies inevitably won.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before the zombies decide their appetizer is done,” Terry told me.

Helping me up, I see my own body’s injuries for myself. A few cuts and scrapes weren’t going to kill me. Terry would help me out, but we had to get out first.

“You okay, Ben?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

I turn around and take another look at the pile of zombies. I didn’t abhor the survivor who attacked me; in fact, I pity him now. He sure knew how to have fun during his short life. Going outside, I kiss Terry on the cheek.

“Thanks for helping me out back there.”

With her cheeks somewhat red, she replied, “No problem.”

 

[Revan529]

Barry stumbled out of his tent, the stench of whiskey on his breath; as he “waled” toward a tree to take a leak, he saw an old friend from his pre-prison days. “Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhey there, Tobey” he said, his half-open eyes lazily droning about his head, a dumb smile forming across his lips. “whatchu been up tah?”

Tobey got closer, not saying a word “geezhhh man, you reek! You smell, you smell… dead. Heh. You shmell jushht like one of thoshe… bitershhuhuhuhuhh.” Barry said, turning to look at the tree, prime to mark his territory.

Tobey just continued getting closer, and elicited a short raspy moan. “Hey man, I ain’t no queer; don’tchu get closhhhhher. My pants are down hehuhuhyuhfauihfetygvrhydsvha” Barry spoke, nearly barking, and barfing, from his own great wit.

Tobey advanced without hesitation, and then dug his teeth into Barry’s neck; his disjointed jaw nearly fell off due to the effort.

Barry didn’t have anything to say about that.

 

[Bialaska]

OOC: Great ICs. Keep 'em coming. Stats updated. Next deadline - Tuesday 18th of February

 

[Otto of england]

Day 2

Alexander and I were driving down the road in our car looking for a a good place to scavenge. both of us being new to this scavenging buisness we werent sure what to look for, so we ended up driving around for a few hours when our car stalled. At first we started to freak out because we didnt know what to do but, luckily there are no other cars around so we didnt get hit in the rear when we stalled - that wouldve really sucked since there are no hosiptals anymore. Anyway we got out of the car and Alexander popped the hood and as soon as he did that there was a massive amount of smoke and steam and he nearly burned his hand off! With that we decided to go look around for a bit as there was nothing we could do at the moment - it was not like anyone would steal the car.

As we searched through the surrounding area we at first found nothing, it appeared to be a long stretch of random trees and birds but, after nearly 3 hours we finally found something. It was a house. So we decided to go look in the house for stuff thinking something awful was gonig to happen. In a way we were right but, it wasnt a bad thing it was awefully good though! (bad joke I know) In the house we found a lot of fuel, a generator a bunch of food and two mulnourished survivors who wouldve killed us if their guns actually worked. Yet after they realised we were not zombies they elected to join our group.

So we gained Scott Jimbob, a Hunter and out doorsman overall and his friend William Fredriksson an Archaeologist who also is quite the outdoorsman.

With them in tow we went back tot he car, which had cooled down and got it working again and put all of the fuel, food and the generator in the back and drove back to our camp. Things are looking hopefull now.

Death toll -
Frank Doile

 

[Bialaska]

((Remember that today is deadline. So far I have only received 3 orders - from Otto, baboush, nacho))

 

[Bialaska]

Benjamin Abarca
Ben and Terry continue their struggle and begin to scavenge the suburbs for food. They are shot at by a lone sniper who confuses them for zombies and after a brief exchange the survivor joins them. Going house to house Ben is successful in finding a stash medicine and a large amount of canned food. Terry has mild success and kills a few small animals which the group eats for dinner.
(1 survivor, 1 weapon, 2 ammo, 15 food, 3 medicine)

Christopher Hunter
Chris and Scott begin to search for a new place to call home in the depth of the forest. They wander for hours and eventually get lost and panic. As they begin to run searching for a way out Scott stumbles and steps on a bear trap. He begins to scream uncontrollably and Chris makes an effort to get him out but before he can get to far the walkers are upon him and he's forced to run. Meanwhile Alex and William are in the suburbs searching for supplies at first they don't find much but then they come upon a house which seems to have been spared the worst of the looting. There they find some food and a hybrid car which is more economical then what they are currently using.
(-1 weapon, -1 ammo, 4 food, 17 fuel, Vehicle (Hybrid Car – consumes half fuel) 4)

John Locke
John leads two members of his group around Wilbraham searching for food. He stands guard and as a result finds nothing but due to his familiarity with the town the other two survivors manage to find large quantities of medicine and food enough to last the group for a while. In the mean time Jules goes with Mike into the neighboring town of Hampden. They are both successful in scavenging for resources and Jules finds medicine while Mike finds some nine millimeter ammunition which the group was almost out of. On their way back to the Academy the truck runs out of gas and the pair are forced to walk back. Along the way they encounter a large group of migrating walkers they attempt to shoot their way out and Jules escape but Mike fails to get away in time and as a result dies. A few hours later she makes it back to the academy with both survivor packs.
(-1 survivor, -1 weapon, -2 ammo, -6 vehicle (firetruck – may be recovered using an action and fuel), 23 medicine, 17 food, 7 ammo)

Nathaniel McCann
Nate and Billy resolve to fortify their new found home against all walker incursions. They start by building a new fence around the farm. Half way through this process they find the noise they are making with the hammer has drawn a considerable amount of walkers. They both don't have weapons and Nate sacrificing himself manages to save Billy who runs back to the farm. Meanwhile Linda learns how to drive the farms tractor and when she sees Billy running towards her screaming she picks him up and the two of them hit the road.
(Nathaniel is dead, Gains a Tractor (vehicle 2) with 10 fuel)

Michael Stockley
Michael, Joe and the newest member of their little group wander into the woods searching for a new place to set up camp. After hours of searching they come upon a cabin. The cabin has some canned food and a fireplace as well as many stacks of ready to use wood outside of it meaning it'd be a perfect place to spend the winter. The group quickly sets up shop here and prepare for the next week.
(Wooden cabin - +1 to survival rolls. 12 food)

Phil McCrevis
Phil and Anita leave their villa and travel into the city of Plymouth searching desperately for their lost companion Barry. They end up splitting up in order to cover more ground. Phil is not paying attention and accidentally wanders into a group of walkers. This event was near fatal but he gets lucky and manages to get away before he can get bit. Meanwhile Anita manages to find a group of three well armed survivors who agree to join her. Phil and Anita meet back up at the villa to decide on their next moves.
(3 survivors, 7 weapons, 11 ammo, 3 food)

Asuna Hatsune
Starving Asuna and her group head to the Salem mall. Asuna assigns herself food duty and heads to a Big Y inside the mall. She begins to search but finds many of the shelves empty. In frustration she throws a can down an isle which brings all the walkers in the mall down upon her. Through sheer luck and speed she manages to escape. Robert heads to a Cabelas located within the mall and finds a compound bow along with all the ammunition he could hold. Marilyn goes to a pharmacy and takes all the medicine left in it. The group rendezvous just outside the mall and hit the road. They have everything they need to survive besides food
(16 ammo, compound bow (does not consume ammo), 16 medine, suffering from starvation – gives -1 to survival rolls)

 

[Bialaska]

 

[unmerged(339449)]

((If it's not to late to join))

Leader Name: Taylor Derring

Pre-Outbreak Occupation: College Student

Other Survivors (Pre-Outbreak occupations): Eric James (College Student), Sydney Derring (Elementary School student)

Description: Taylor was at her college when a hoard of zombies surrounded the campus. As all her friends died, it seemed she would too, until someone she barely knew cut through the zombies to rescue her, a guy named Eric. They both escaped and tried to find Taylor's family, who lived fairly close. They found her parents turned and put them down, but her little sister was still alive, hiding in the closet for days without food. They gathered up whatever supplies and weapons they could find and drove out into the woods in Eric's van, hoping to last until everything blew over. Now they are running out of food and will have to find a more permanent solution.

 

[alexander23]

Ooc: bia sorry I am quitting the game, less amd less tome is available for me to play and trying to reduce my forim time. Simply can't give the time I would wish to for ic orders etc to the game xc.

 

[Bialaska]

I assume all players already got an idea that this is announcement that this game is now officially dead.

I thank all the players who were active and wrote ICs and hope that you at least enjoyed it while it lasted.

When I created this game I enjoyed the idea of a zombie game setting (and I still do), but it became obvious that players were just so isolated and had no interaction with others, which I believe limited ICing. This was quite demotivating, and then combined with RL and other games, this game was mostly pushed away from me, always coming up with excuses for why not to either finish it or continue. In the end I believe players deserve a GM who is comitted to the game, and I just ended out not being so.