Post by joshua15555 on Jul 9, 2011 12:54:33 GMT -7
BACKGROUND
Alright, if anyone remembers Carnk's role play, “Us in Real Life.” You will know that is stars our selves in a zombie infested United Kingdom, fighting for survival, now, when the RP died, we where 3 years from when we started, many of us had relationships, some went it alone, others just hung around and fucked off with the other PCs. Well, to cut it short, that great RP died and left us with nothing but War's squeal which had an undeserved short life span, well, I'm thinking of trying it, see how long it lasts with me.
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ALL CREDIT GOES TO CRANKFLY FOR THE STORY!!!
Story
Date: December 2nd, 2019...
Its been 8 years now since out world, way of life, and many of our loved ones where lost to the hell of the zombie Apocalypse, how it happened many of us still do not know, all we do know is what we did after it happened.
In the hell that engulfed many of us banded together, forming strong friendships and many finding their true loves in such a hateful word, I however was not a part of that in the beginning, I was apart of the delinquency that comes with every change, I was a slaver, the name said it all, though I never did take part in what they did, I still get blamed for many peoples troubles, the slavers raped, murdered, and did many other horrible things for their sick and twisted pleasure, luckily they did not last long after the infecting, maybe a year or so into it they where gone, a long past memory for many, but for those few who survived them, who survived the beatings, the rapes, the malnourishment, they came out stronger in many ways and weaker in others.
I was taken out of one of their bases by a brave band of souls who came in to liberate their friends, they came in guns blazing, catching us off guard, none of them fell, but many of the slavers did. During the battle outside I came to find myself running with in the building we were I the leader of the group he almost killed me, but entrusted me to take two former slaves out of the building, I did, and killed a human for my first time. Then, while I was in there...I held my rifle to my mouth...I tugged the trigger and as I found the strength to, someone pulled it away from me and slapped me. Stopped me from killing myself.
Life wasn't to good for me but it wasn't much better for the rest. After I was taken from the base I was beat, tortured and rejected, I'm still not well liked by many...can't blame them though. But, life after so long got better, never really made any friends or lovers like everyone else did though, but thats not a part of this anyway, well, as the year went by, people began to fill into the island from mainland Europe, there were even reports, sightings, and even battles with English survivors and foreign military units. Needles to say, things soon began to get crowded on the island, food became less and less and a group of us in the Oxford colony sent out a message to the other colonies for those who wanted yo move somewhere else.
We got over 200 people to respond. We weighted our options, either move into Ireland via boat, or move into northern England/Scotland. Both ideas where being considered until someone talked about the islands off the coast of north western England. We weighted the options of that idea and found it to be the best, then we picked an island. Eigg island, a small and fertile island, it seemed perfect to hold us, he wanted to avoid the larger, more well populated islands for fear of missives hordes and other humans.
Well time went by and we made our trip, many of us died along the way though, our group of 230 being reduced to 20. We made our way via boat to the island, once we landed we quickly took apart our boat and produced houses to supplement the buildings on the island. We've lived here on the Isle of Eigg for 5 months now.
Map
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Housing
The island has a number of pre-infection buildings, many are spread out and have fallen to age. Many of our buildings
A medium size farmhouse where we store our food and maintenance supplies. It is very close to the cottage so the 2 same guards that are with the cottage also guard this.
A small English cottage, this is our town hall, armory, hospital, and food storage. It is fairly large and has been seemly made for its job. There are always two guards armed with 2 of the submachine guns or pistols and 1 spare magazine of ammunition at all times, they work in shifts of 8 hours. The doctor and cook(s) will work here for 10 hours. 3 outhouses are outside the building. It has a shortwave radio to keep in touch with the out post.
Minus the cross, these are the buildings made with the wooden fishing boat we took to the island, both are used for living space, the farthest one being females and the closest one being males. 4 outhouses are behind each one, a large fire pit is in the middle.
Nicknamed 'Outpost' it is ruined farmhouse that is the farthest house from everything, it sits atop a hill and is garrisoned by 2 guards with assault rifle or bolt action rifle with 2 spare magazines each. It sits atop a hill and is used to warn the rest of anything getting close. It has a small battery powered shortwave radio.
A simple shipping container, nothing to important about it, it has a large electric lock on it, so far, we haven't bothered with it because we can't seem to get the lock off, we've shot it and picked it, but so far, nothing.
THE REST OF THE ISLE
We have been so wrapped up with working on our settlement that we have no run any looting missions into the island, though we could, we are unsure of what we'll find. So far we have not seen anyone on the island, alive, infected, or dead. We have however seen contrails in the sky, signaling that air craft are flying again, and we have seen small light gray plumes of smoke from different parts of the island. We assume there are others on the island, but still have not made contact.
Armory
All of our firearms+ammunition, all located in the armory [See housing for armory]
2-AK-47s
-214 7.62x39mm M43/M67 rounds
-5 30 round 'banana clip' box magazines
1-FAMAS G2
-85 5.56x45mm NATO rounds
-2 30 round STANAG box magazines
Lee-Enfield SMLE Mk4
-52 .303 British rounds
-2 10 round box magazines
-3 5 round stripper clips
2-MP5A2s
-238 9x19mm Parabellum
-4 30 round box magazines
3 Browning Hi-Powers
-238 9x19mm Parabellum
-5 13 round box magazines
Application & application description.
DF Name: Username
Name: Your real name (Optional)
Age: add 8 years to your current age
Appearance: Use your picture and describe any changes that have happened over the years.
Job: Everyone has one.
Weaponry proficiency: What weapons do you work best with?
Hobbes: You only get 2
Likes: What do you like
Fears: Be realistic, if you don't want to give me a fear because its to embarrassing, more power to you.
Journal entry: No bio since not many people are going to care where you came from, pretty much explain what has gone on in the 8 years of life in the zombie Apocalypse.
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