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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 5:44 pm
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Feel free to creep, but please don't post, this space was not made for you.
↘↘ We've got a situation here..
It was a nice normal day for the world. Earth was spinning, sun and moon were shining, life was going on. And then nature decided it was time to eff that up. On July 26th, 2012, at exactly 11:38am PST, all of Earth's surface plant life released a deadly toxin into the air, killing anyone who inhaled it, before sucking it back up eight hours later. The only people saved were those at sea, in planes, or away from all vegetation for the full eight hours. They've now returned to their homes, loved ones now turned into mindless "zombies". Many have probably succumbed to bites or suicide, but there are those who are stronger, and are fighting back.
Those infected have lost many body functions. No signals from sensory nerves in the skin, very little muscle activity or sometimes too much, causing spasms. Low brain function, just enough to keep them moving, seeing, hearing and smelling. There are large numbers, and they will gather in packs. The toxin still remains in their saliva and blood, so get either of that into your system and you're toast. The process is quick, your body is instantly shut down while the toxin moves through your blood stream, waking up only some functions. As former humans, their muscles and minds will still need rest, though not as much as normal humans. The digestive system is mostly shut down, so they will not be able to excrete wastes or properly digest anything consumed, but they still feel the need to obtain energy via food. Once a victim is caught, they are slowly ripped and bitten apart, then whatever was unable to be digested is brought back up.
For the survivors there is hope. Food is all over the place, supermarkets full of packed goods and uncontaminated meat, houses with freezers and fridges full. Wouldn't trust the veggies though, just to be safe. Waiting out the infection is possible, but will take a long time, for the zombies deteriorate very slowly. Though they don't know what happened, and cannot predict the near future, they are smart, and they will figure it out. |
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 5:48 pm
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↘↘Survivors
xxxxxA general introduction, and in case we want to take on more characters
[imgleft](100x100 pic)[/imgleft][size=11][align=left]♣♣♣[color=COLOR1]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color]♣♣♣
[color=white]⇉⇉⇉[/color][b] [color=COLOR2](Name, whatever you want it to be)[/color] [/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color]◕ [i]But I like to be called[/i]: [b](nickname or formal title)[/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color]◕ [i]I'm now[/i] [b] (age) [/b] [i]years old![/i]
[color=white]xxx[/color]◕ [i]It's rather obvious, but I'm[/i] [b](gender)[/b]
[color=white]xxx[/color]◕ [i]Sometimes I can be[/i] [b](three traits, more if you want)[/b]. [i]Just deal with it![/i] [/align]
[align=right][color=black]⇗⇗⇗[/color] [color=COLOR2] (username) [/color][/align][/size]
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⇉⇉⇉ Vanessa Robyn Cooper
xxx◕ But I like to be called: Vanna, or Coop
xxx◕ I'm now twenty-four years old!
xxx◕ It's rather obvious, but I'm female
xxx◕ Sometimes I can be sassy, clever, chill. Just deal with it!
⇗⇗⇗ Cadenza of the Heart
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⇉⇉⇉ Theseus Odetta O'Rourke
xxx◕ But I like to be called: Copper
xxx◕ I'm now Twenty-five years old!
xxx◕ It's rather obvious, but I'm Male
xxx◕ Sometimes I can be Smart, resourceful, protective. Just deal with it!
⇗⇗⇗ Asbloodrunscold
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 6:25 pm
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I'm gonna fight 'em all. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off. Taking their time right behind my back
m̅̅y̅ ̅̅n̅̅a̅̅m̅̅e̅̅:Vanessa Robyn Cooper ̅̅m̅̅y̅ ̅̅m̅̅o̅̅o̅̅d̅̅:̅ hurt and confused m̅̅y̅ ̅̅l̅̅o̅̅c̅̅a̅̅t̅̅i̅̅o̅̅n̅̅:̅ on the floor the crashed plane
 Vanessa groaned loudly, consciousness just returning to her. She felt pain everywhere, especially her head and legs. Looking around her she saw the interior of a plane, but for the life of her couldn't remember what had happened. She tried to think back to the last memory in her mind. She was in Rome for two weeks on vacation, got on the plane to go home after almost missing it. Flight went fine, she even took a nap. Went to the washroom, pilot announces that they're about to land so she goes back to her seat to get buckled in, and on the way back she gets thrown to the floor. Emergency landing is what she hears, problem at the airport. She gets tossed around some more before finally she's knocked unconscious.
 Around her she can hear voices. Children and adults crying, people asking loudly what happened, others shouting about help. Yeah that sounded like a good idea, help. She needed some help getting up because she realized just then, she couldn't move her legs. Somehow a chair broke and fell on her, and she was too disoriented and hurt to get it off herself. Vanna mustered what strength she had and called out. "Help, can somebody help me?" Man that was weak. She cleared her throat and tried again. "I can't move. Help. Somebody. Anybody."
Don't want to hear about it. Every single one's got a story to tell. Everyone knows about it. From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 11:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 1:22 am
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sweet, a cop >3 you can also click on the top and bottom rows of icons for what she's wearing, and her song.
and btw, she's got a concussion ;3 I'm totally destroying her, poor girl.
I'm gonna fight 'em all. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off. Taking their time right behind my back
m̅̅y̅ ̅̅n̅̅a̅̅m̅̅e̅̅:Vanessa Robyn Cooper ̅̅m̅̅y̅ ̅̅m̅̅o̅̅o̅̅d̅̅:̅ hurt and confused m̅̅y̅ ̅̅l̅̅o̅̅c̅̅a̅̅t̅̅i̅̅o̅̅n̅̅:̅ on the floor of the crashed plane
Vanna was relieved to have the weight off her legs, and she was lucky she hadn't been passed out for long, otherwise the circulation would have cut off. She had sore spots all over, and knew they'd turn into bruises, and there were cuts as well. She reached to her forehead, which had knocked against the side of a chair, and felt the skin was split open. Sticky blood smeared under her fingers, but it wasn't serious. Vanna was lucky nothing had been broken, but her jeans were going to stain red. Not even the chain on her necklace had snapped, what luck.
A deep voice was saying something to her though, and she looked up to meet the chocolate eyes of her savior. "Excuse me miss, are you alright?" he asked her. She nodded. "I didn't get to my seat in time and was tossed around, but I think I'm mostly okay. What happened? Is everyone else okay?" Using an armrest, she pulled herself to her feet, biting back the pain. The stewardesses were probably jostled around too, and God knew what had happened to the pilot and co-pilot. "We gotta...gotta help the people up front. Gotta get out of this bird and find outside help." Vanna used the tops of seats as crutches and pushed herself forward, heading for the cockpit. It was hard, she felt like crap and all she wanted to do was lay down and sleep. She was just so sleepy...
Don't want to hear about it. Every single one's got a story to tell. Everyone knows about it. From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 6:10 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 10:53 am
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I'm gonna fight 'em all. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off. Taking their time right behind my back
m̅̅y̅ ̅̅n̅̅a̅̅m̅̅e̅̅:Vanessa Robyn Cooper ̅̅m̅̅y̅ ̅̅m̅̅o̅̅o̅̅d̅̅:̅ hurt and confused m̅̅y̅ ̅̅l̅̅o̅̅c̅̅a̅̅t̅̅i̅̅o̅̅n̅̅:̅ outside the plane
Once outside, Vanessa took a look around. What she saw shocked and confused her. There were planes strewn about the airport, one even crashed into the terminal. At least she knew why they had crashed. How did this chaos happen was the new question. She looked long and hard at the windows of the building in case there was a hostage situation, but she didn't see people with guns, she saw lots of shuffling forms. Why hadn't it been radioed to them that it wasn't safe to land? Dammit, Vanna had family waiting for her, what had even happened to them? Were they okay?
The man that had helped her exited the plane, looking none too pleased. She noticed he carried a gun, must be an important figure to get to do that on a plane. Van hobbled over to him. "Do you have an idea what happened here? Someone would have contacted our plane if it weren't safe to land, right? Why haven't they?" By this point she was seeing stars, but she shook them away. Now was not the time to pass out. "I thought I could see people inside the airport, we should go ask them what's up."
Don't want to hear about it. Every single one's got a story to tell. Everyone knows about it. From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 2:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 5:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 7:19 pm
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I'm gonna fight 'em all. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off. Taking their time right behind my back
m̅̅y̅ ̅̅n̅̅a̅̅m̅̅e̅̅:Vanessa Robyn Cooper ̅̅m̅̅y̅ ̅̅m̅̅o̅̅o̅̅d̅̅:̅ calmer m̅̅y̅ ̅̅l̅̅o̅̅c̅̅a̅̅t̅̅i̅̅o̅̅n̅̅:̅ heading inside
She followed the man, not really having a choice as he had a grip on her hand. He was right though, she wasn't fairing so well, and really needed to get some ice on her pounding head. Reaching up with her free hand, she still felt the wound on her head bleeding, and it had run down onto her sweater, and was matting down some of her loose, wild hair. As they headed towards the airport terminal, she looked off to the side and noticed someone sluggishly walking around, almost aimlessly. They didn't look so good themselves actually. "There's someone right there, I think they might need help too."
He was awfully concerned about her, with her being a complete stranger and all. Plus the gun at his hip. Must be some sort of cop to have his head straight at a time like this. But no badge, and why was he on a flight back from Rome? In a suit even. At least someone ready for emergencies was with her, if she had to take charge she wouldn't have been at all good at keeping panic down and getting people help.
Don't want to hear about it. Every single one's got a story to tell. Everyone knows about it. From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 6:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 2:18 pm
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I'm gonna fight 'em all. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off. Taking their time right behind my back
m̅̅y̅ ̅̅n̅̅a̅̅m̅̅e̅̅:Vanessa Robyn Cooper ̅̅m̅̅y̅ ̅̅m̅̅o̅̅o̅̅d̅̅:̅ concerned m̅̅y̅ ̅̅l̅̅o̅̅c̅̅a̅̅t̅̅i̅̅o̅̅n̅̅:̅ about ready to leave the airport
Vanessa winced as the man cleaned out her cuts and began to bandage them. To distract herself from the stinging she looked at all the people in the airport, and gasped. "Hey um, why are they all looking at us? And heading this way?" Every person they had passed by was now slowly walking towards the first aid station, and they didn't look good. Their skin was all greyish, and not one was seeming to be associated with another. She could see plenty of children, but without a parent by their sides, looking just as dead as the others. "They don't look right to me, I have a feeling we should get out of here, before they swarm us."
Vanna got up from where she was sitting, pulled the first aid materials from his hands and shoved them inside their box, holding said box under her arm. She held her hand out to him to take. "Let's go and get back to the others from the plane. You're either with me or not Mr."
Don't want to hear about it. Every single one's got a story to tell. Everyone knows about it. From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 2:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 4:38 pm
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I'm gonna fight 'em all. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off. Taking their time right behind my back
m̅̅y̅ ̅̅n̅̅a̅̅m̅̅e̅̅:Vanessa Robyn Cooper ̅̅m̅̅y̅ ̅̅m̅̅o̅̅o̅̅d̅̅:̅ considerably freaked out m̅̅y̅ ̅̅l̅̅o̅̅c̅̅a̅̅t̅̅i̅̅o̅̅n̅̅:̅ outside
"Vanessa Cooper, charmed I'm sure." These people were giving her the creeps, and the more that noticed them as they hurried along, the more that started to follow. "This is not right at all.." She looked for, and found, the closest door that lead outside, making a beeline straight for it. She did her best to weave through the crowd of grey faces, but got too close to one and was grabbed by the arm. She let out a surprised shriek and pulled back quickly, moving away even faster. "I don't think these are people anymore. That one was ice cold, and his eyes... Look at them! There is no light behind their eyes. It's like they're all dead!" She pushed through the door, feeling her heartbeat speed up with fright. If they were dead, why were they walking around? What had happened.
Being outside though, she could finally hear the screaming. "Ohmigod, the other passengers are in trouble!" Vanna let go of O'Rourke's hand and tried to run, but her ankle reminded her that wasn't a good idea, so she hopped as fast as she could to their crashed plane.
Don't want to hear about it. Every single one's got a story to tell. Everyone knows about it. From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
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