The Infected! A rage RP! Dead!
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Oh what fun...IT HAS BEGUN!
I waited for a resonable time and when the clock turned six o'clock I slummed out of bed and pulled on an old set of clothes. I never slept anyway, insomnia claimed most of my night but the recent rioting the government had mentioned played on my mind. There was something wrong, the people were biting and spitting, stabbing peoples eyes out and puking in their faces...it was almost inhuman.
I trudged down the stairs of the small, cramped house and turned on the tele, hoping to find some good news...I was wrong. The old man sitting at the news desk was sweating, red faced and had a tear in his eyes.
"Don't go outside unless ordered to do so! If needs be, kill them, their infected with a new kind of virus.." And so on. I grunted and changes the channel over, but every station had the same reports! Switching back to BBC one the people ordered the viewers to move quickly to Manchester Picadilly for evacuation.
My boots lay in the hall among the clutter and I plucked them out and pulled them on. I thought before I ventured out, I needed a weapon! Putting my mobile phone, keys and pocket knife in my pocket I walked to the shed outside, the silence cutting through me like a sword, and came to the shed.
Opening the lock A small hammer sat on my left, the best idea! Sorted! I walked out of the back gate and set off to the checkpoint!
Now is the time to introduce the character, don't get to the checkpoint yet!
I looked at Max, we knew what had been happening before it was even broadcast on the news. The messages were talking about evacuation and the infected, it had finally been proven, but myself and Max had our theories before. I flicked over the channels and saw the same reports over and over again. Together, we had managed to aquire a digital signal, so we could watch other stations. I turned to Dave and sat back, watching Top Gear.
"Thank God, at least one station isn't filled with the grimness."
I was soon eating my words, as the current program flicked off.
This is an urgent message to viewers of Dave, we are extracting all survivors in your area to a colony, if you wish to be rescued, be at Picadilly at this time. The armed forces will be there and ready to escort you to one of the colonies that have been set up across the UK.
"So, they've finally caught on. We going Max?"
Max nodded and started packing his bag. I looked at the others, they were shaking their heads.
"We'll die if we leave the shelter! Those infected will tear us up!"
I ignored them and start ramming things in to my bag, grabbing my Chemistry Book. This was our sole chance of survival, little did the others know, if they stayed, they'd die.
"Thank God, at least one station isn't filled with the grimness."
I was soon eating my words, as the current program flicked off.
This is an urgent message to viewers of Dave, we are extracting all survivors in your area to a colony, if you wish to be rescued, be at Picadilly at this time. The armed forces will be there and ready to escort you to one of the colonies that have been set up across the UK.
"So, they've finally caught on. We going Max?"
Max nodded and started packing his bag. I looked at the others, they were shaking their heads.
"We'll die if we leave the shelter! Those infected will tear us up!"
I ignored them and start ramming things in to my bag, grabbing my Chemistry Book. This was our sole chance of survival, little did the others know, if they stayed, they'd die.
Paul got up from bed, and like every other day, he had his breakfast and took a shower. He came out of his bathroom wearing a bathrobe, and drying the top of his shaved head with a towel.
"Squeaky clean" he thought to himself.
Suddenly he heard shouting and screaming coming from the hallway outside of his flat. He peaked out of his door, to see that the hallway full of the inhabitants of the building packing their backs and heading for the elevator. It all looked so rushed and done so hastefully and chaotically, that it made Paul ask himself what might warrant such a type of behaviour. He recognized a friendly face in the chaos, Mrs Harper, his next door neighbour.
"Mrs Harper, what's all this racket about?" he said while grabbing on to her shoulder. She jumped as soon as she felt his hand on her shoulder, then, after recognizing his face she said:
"Oh Paul, I'm so glad you're alright. Why are you still in your bathrobe? Didn't you hear the news? People have been acting strange, it's a virus, and we all have to head quickly to Manchester Picadilly for evacuation."
"What?" said Paul. This was all so surreal for him, surely this kind of stuff only happened in the movies. Then he started thinking about his girlfriend Mia. She was in London, had it been hit too? Was she alright? He started panicking.
He retreated back into his apartment, slamming the door shut. He quickly got dressed, while clumsily holding his cell, trying to contact his girlfriend.
He realized he was out of battery
"Shit!" he shouted. He tried to turn on his tv to get the news on London, but he was greeted by the screeching sound of static.
He quickly prepaired a rucksack with some food, water and other various supplies, and then grabbed his cricket bat, just in case, before heading outside towards his scooter.
"Squeaky clean" he thought to himself.
Suddenly he heard shouting and screaming coming from the hallway outside of his flat. He peaked out of his door, to see that the hallway full of the inhabitants of the building packing their backs and heading for the elevator. It all looked so rushed and done so hastefully and chaotically, that it made Paul ask himself what might warrant such a type of behaviour. He recognized a friendly face in the chaos, Mrs Harper, his next door neighbour.
"Mrs Harper, what's all this racket about?" he said while grabbing on to her shoulder. She jumped as soon as she felt his hand on her shoulder, then, after recognizing his face she said:
"Oh Paul, I'm so glad you're alright. Why are you still in your bathrobe? Didn't you hear the news? People have been acting strange, it's a virus, and we all have to head quickly to Manchester Picadilly for evacuation."
"What?" said Paul. This was all so surreal for him, surely this kind of stuff only happened in the movies. Then he started thinking about his girlfriend Mia. She was in London, had it been hit too? Was she alright? He started panicking.
He retreated back into his apartment, slamming the door shut. He quickly got dressed, while clumsily holding his cell, trying to contact his girlfriend.
He realized he was out of battery
"Shit!" he shouted. He tried to turn on his tv to get the news on London, but he was greeted by the screeching sound of static.
He quickly prepaired a rucksack with some food, water and other various supplies, and then grabbed his cricket bat, just in case, before heading outside towards his scooter.
I leaned against the wall of the grocery store, humming to the sound of the music I had on the intercom. Suddenly, however, the music was interrupted.
We interrupt your program for the following news. The strange wave of attacks recently has been caused by a virus, infecting many. Any citizens not infected are strongly urged to report to Manchester Piccadilly for evacuation.
The music came back on, but I was no longer listening. I ran around the store, grabbing supplies to hold me over for at least two days after the time I estimated it would take to reach the checkpoint. Hell, if I was wrong, plenty of stores to loot, but I didn't think I was. I then looked around everywhere. "Let's see...not there...nor there...aha!" I grabbed my wrench from the shelf by one of the infected who had managed to enter the store, then left for the checkpoint.
We interrupt your program for the following news. The strange wave of attacks recently has been caused by a virus, infecting many. Any citizens not infected are strongly urged to report to Manchester Piccadilly for evacuation.
The music came back on, but I was no longer listening. I ran around the store, grabbing supplies to hold me over for at least two days after the time I estimated it would take to reach the checkpoint. Hell, if I was wrong, plenty of stores to loot, but I didn't think I was. I then looked around everywhere. "Let's see...not there...nor there...aha!" I grabbed my wrench from the shelf by one of the infected who had managed to enter the store, then left for the checkpoint.
I was listening to the radio in my car, Rookie sat beside me in the passenger seat with his head sticking out of the window. I reached over and scratched his ears.
"Hey Rookie, you're a good boy."
He wagged his tail slightly and then continued biting at the wind, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. The song ended and an emergency broadcast began.
We interrupt your listening for the following news. The strange wave of attacks recently has been caused by a virus, infecting many. Reports are sketchy, but those who have survived encounters have reported that the infected acted strangely, and attacked people, eating them alive. To all of you listening, get to Manchester Piccadilly as quickly as possible. There will be evacuations there, taking you to a safe place.
The broadcast ended, and the DJ said a quick word.
Sounds like it's bloody zombies. Boy, I sure am glad I'm safe in this studio. Looks like all you need to take out your zombie plans and head to Manchester Piccadilly. We'll be here, making your struggle a lot more enjoyable with the best rock music in all of the UK.
I changed the channel of the station and plugged in my Zune. I turned into a gas-station and filled up the tank of my Scion. I went inside to buy myself something to drink when I saw behind the counter. There were some home and garden tools on display, I asked the man at the counter:
"How much for that sledgehammer?"
"Fifteen Quid. Want me to ring it up for you?"
"Please."
I pulled out my wallet and paid for the purchase. I walked back to my car and put the sledgehammer in between mine and Rookie's seat. He looked at me and tilted his head as I started the car up again. I took a shot from my flask and swallowed the cool whiskey. I set my dashboard navigation system for Manchester Piccadilly and began driving.
"Hey Rookie, you're a good boy."
He wagged his tail slightly and then continued biting at the wind, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. The song ended and an emergency broadcast began.
We interrupt your listening for the following news. The strange wave of attacks recently has been caused by a virus, infecting many. Reports are sketchy, but those who have survived encounters have reported that the infected acted strangely, and attacked people, eating them alive. To all of you listening, get to Manchester Piccadilly as quickly as possible. There will be evacuations there, taking you to a safe place.
The broadcast ended, and the DJ said a quick word.
Sounds like it's bloody zombies. Boy, I sure am glad I'm safe in this studio. Looks like all you need to take out your zombie plans and head to Manchester Piccadilly. We'll be here, making your struggle a lot more enjoyable with the best rock music in all of the UK.
I changed the channel of the station and plugged in my Zune. I turned into a gas-station and filled up the tank of my Scion. I went inside to buy myself something to drink when I saw behind the counter. There were some home and garden tools on display, I asked the man at the counter:
"How much for that sledgehammer?"
"Fifteen Quid. Want me to ring it up for you?"
"Please."
I pulled out my wallet and paid for the purchase. I walked back to my car and put the sledgehammer in between mine and Rookie's seat. He looked at me and tilted his head as I started the car up again. I took a shot from my flask and swallowed the cool whiskey. I set my dashboard navigation system for Manchester Piccadilly and began driving.
I woke up today ready to go home the biggest winner of them all. Today was the day of the worlds largest bank merger in the history of business. And I was glad to be a part of one of them.
After three hours of negotiation and failed proposals an agreement was finally reached. I left the deal that afternoon with enough money to retire everyone in my family and myself. I turned over to thank Mr. Augustine for the gracious merger deal.
"I just wanted to thank you again sir..."
The glass shattered as something ran through it and tackled Mr. Augustine to the floor and bit his neck. I kicked the creature off of Mr. Augustine and hoisted him back up.
"Are you alright sir?" Mr. Augustine fell back onto the floor and started twitching in place. I stretched my hand back out to him to try hoisting him up again. As my hand reached by his head he vomited what looked like blood on the floor and then tried to bite my hand. I retracted it instantly. Mr. Augustine started chomping the air dragging his body towards me, he stood up and started giving chase as I bolted out the emergency exit.
I ran across the street to a storage warehouse and grabbed a crowbar in self-defense. Mr. Augustine followed me into the warehouse, out of fear I hid inside of the employee break room where the radio was playing.
"Sounds like it's bloody zombies. Boy, I sure am glad I'm safe in this studio. Looks like all you need to take out your zombie plans and head to Manchester Piccadilly. We'll be here, making your struggle a lot more enjoyable with the best rock music in all of the UK."
I now knew where I needed to go.
After three hours of negotiation and failed proposals an agreement was finally reached. I left the deal that afternoon with enough money to retire everyone in my family and myself. I turned over to thank Mr. Augustine for the gracious merger deal.
"I just wanted to thank you again sir..."
The glass shattered as something ran through it and tackled Mr. Augustine to the floor and bit his neck. I kicked the creature off of Mr. Augustine and hoisted him back up.
"Are you alright sir?" Mr. Augustine fell back onto the floor and started twitching in place. I stretched my hand back out to him to try hoisting him up again. As my hand reached by his head he vomited what looked like blood on the floor and then tried to bite my hand. I retracted it instantly. Mr. Augustine started chomping the air dragging his body towards me, he stood up and started giving chase as I bolted out the emergency exit.
I ran across the street to a storage warehouse and grabbed a crowbar in self-defense. Mr. Augustine followed me into the warehouse, out of fear I hid inside of the employee break room where the radio was playing.
"Sounds like it's bloody zombies. Boy, I sure am glad I'm safe in this studio. Looks like all you need to take out your zombie plans and head to Manchester Piccadilly. We'll be here, making your struggle a lot more enjoyable with the best rock music in all of the UK."
I now knew where I needed to go.
I have special permission from Grab-Bag to join.
Name: Aaron Cooper
Age: 27
Gender: M
Starting Weapon: Police baton
Family: Aaron's dad died from a traffic accident 3 years ago, his mother had a hard time of it and slowly began to become un-responsive to reality. She hit a coma last month and has showed no sign of leaving it. He had 2 older sisters that lived together in London, which reports from the news now claim is a ghost town.
Bio: Aaron was a riot cop the day the government declared a state of emergency. It soon became very clear that this was no riot. He holed himself in an evacuated house when he saw his co-workers getting beaten to death and torn apart, literally by crazed mobs. He got the rescue call from his his walkie-talkie, and he's been slowly making his way to Piccadilly since then, looking for survivors, and until now, finding none.
"Why the hell aren't they stopping? They're just running through the tear gas!"
"I don't know, but get ready, they're going to hit hard!"
The mob were running very fast down the road, through the tear gas and the water hoses. We knew something was wrong with them, but we weren't scared. This was just another riot. That was before I saw 4 elderly women jump on and hold down a grown man in riot gear, and vomit blood all over his face, just for him to become one of them 7 seconds later.
I swung my baton round and it hit a policeman squarely in the face, blood flew from his mouth and landed in my friend's eye. Rashid went down holding his face like it was acid.
Five minutes later I was scrambling over corpses to get into a house, any house. The morning after, I got the radio transmission, it took me an hour searching the house and another hour to gather up the courage to leave. But eventually, I began to make my way through the crimson streets and towards Piccadilly.
"I don't know, but get ready, they're going to hit hard!"
The mob were running very fast down the road, through the tear gas and the water hoses. We knew something was wrong with them, but we weren't scared. This was just another riot. That was before I saw 4 elderly women jump on and hold down a grown man in riot gear, and vomit blood all over his face, just for him to become one of them 7 seconds later.
I swung my baton round and it hit a policeman squarely in the face, blood flew from his mouth and landed in my friend's eye. Rashid went down holding his face like it was acid.
Five minutes later I was scrambling over corpses to get into a house, any house. The morning after, I got the radio transmission, it took me an hour searching the house and another hour to gather up the courage to leave. But eventually, I began to make my way through the crimson streets and towards Piccadilly.
Walking through manchester, which was once to busy was hell. Every now and again a small family would scuttle past towards picadilly. I turned a corner roughly fifty meters from the large square and a Rage attacked me. I yelped and swung my axe into the skull of the infected. It roared as I struck the beast again. Soon the army were next to me and an officer put his pistol to its head...
"Poor Bastard!" He laughed as it choked and pulled the trigger. I walke ddown the road to the camp at picadilly.
"Poor Bastard!" He laughed as it choked and pulled the trigger. I walke ddown the road to the camp at picadilly.
I sat there in the corner of the employee break room clutching the crowbar in my hands as the door kept pounding in a rapid motion.
Please don't break, please don't break, please don't break
One of the hinges on the door snapped, I panicked and started looking around the room spying a small window. Another bang was heard against the door and the last hinge was almost off. I ran up and smashed through the window and started crawling out.
The last hinge hit the floor and Mr. Augustine came up in a hurried motion trying to follow me. I felt him grab my pant leg. I took the crowbar and started stabbing blindly. Eventually the tug went away and I pulled back the crowbar that had Mr. Augustine's eye attached to it.
I dusted myself off and looked across the blood slicked streets and thought to myself.
Where the hell is the Piccadilly?
I looked to my left and to my right no one was in sight. It was a single street with no alleys, I pulled out an old coin and flipped it in the air and it came out heads. This way I guess. I started marcing down the deserted streets with fear in mind and body.
Please don't break, please don't break, please don't break
One of the hinges on the door snapped, I panicked and started looking around the room spying a small window. Another bang was heard against the door and the last hinge was almost off. I ran up and smashed through the window and started crawling out.
The last hinge hit the floor and Mr. Augustine came up in a hurried motion trying to follow me. I felt him grab my pant leg. I took the crowbar and started stabbing blindly. Eventually the tug went away and I pulled back the crowbar that had Mr. Augustine's eye attached to it.
I dusted myself off and looked across the blood slicked streets and thought to myself.
Where the hell is the Piccadilly?
I looked to my left and to my right no one was in sight. It was a single street with no alleys, I pulled out an old coin and flipped it in the air and it came out heads. This way I guess. I started marcing down the deserted streets with fear in mind and body.