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LET THE HORROR COMMENCE!
Shikogan:
You wake up to the light shining on your face that is coming from the window. Or is it the rain thats hitting it that is disturbing you? Nonetheless, you are awake and thats important. When you heard from your buddy in the military that bombbs were gonna hit the US, you immediately sought underground safety using your knowledge of the city structure. You had often run down there for fun, looking for privacy or even when you just felt bored. The man couldn't get to you if he didn't know where you were. And when the bombs hit, you were safely hidden in the concrete catacombs deep down in the city.
Some days later, you decided to take a chance and left the maze of concrete behind and explore the city once more. What you found however was not what you left behind: walking corpses, the odd mutant and once you saw a plant eat a guy! A PLANT! You were spooked by this new reality, but hey, its all good if you can look after yourself like before. Only this time, noone minds if you break into homes to sleep. Like this appartment building you are currently in.
You haul yourself out of bed and strap on your holsters, pull on your backpack which you found, and checked your gun. It had become important to carry weapons lately and you had struck lucky when you found a dead police officer. Poor bastard had his head almost chewed right off. Serve him right in some ways, but you still feel sorry for the loss of life somehow. You look out the window and see that its a steady rain as far as you can see from your 5 floor view of a part of the heavy residential area you are currently in.
What now?
Katsuun:
You wake up in bed to the sound of your alarm going off. You sleepily hit it and sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You really should adjust the volume on that thing, maybe even modify it to a different tone. Something musical perhaps?
You get up and dress and look out your window. It looks like a constant rain outside, ugh, you're going to get wet. You almost trip over your backpack from where you left it on the floor and you pick it up and shrug your shoulders through the straps, shouldering the weight once more. It's gotten heavier lately, ever since the bombs. You had intercepted a military broadcast on a makeshift radio and after hearing some stuff about incoming nukes, you made preparation in accordance. You calculated that it was unlikely that a ballistic missile would actually hit the center of town, or even the edge of it, but the radiated fallout would be the most deadly. So you gathered supplies while everyone else was wondering what would happen and you hid in your basement, safe and sound. You calculated that you only had a few days until your supplies ran out, but the fallout wont hopefully be too bad for you to go look for more.
Sure enough, you had to risk it and found that there was no sign that a ballistic missile had hit the city. Looks like the anti-air missiles did their thing well enough. But there were other problems you had to worry about: namely, surviving feral humans. It appears that they were affected by something, possibly a virus or something, and they all went crazy! You saw a guy get attacked by a mob and saw only a hand come out. Sick, just sick.
You take a deep breath to steel your nerves. That wont be you, you wont let that happen to you. Hopefully you can find someone to stick around with, cause hauling a lot of stuff by yourself is tiring and company would be nice. You take a look around your ranshackle room and feel the knife in your pocket which you took from the kitchen. You feel as ready as you will ever be.
What now?
Webadict:
You slowly come to conciousness, the fuzzy darkness of sleep fading from your mind as you wake up. Man... that was pleasant at least. You needed the rest from seeing that dude get pulled apart by strange viney looking things, quite shocking to say the least.
You roll out of bed and rub your eyes, trying to get to full awakeness. Getting up, you get a good look around your dorm room again. Same old, same old. Putting on your clothes, you pick up your knife (which you found on a dead soldier yesterday) and strap its holster onto your right leg. This had become important lately as you didn't want anything freaky, like those plant things, attacking you defenceless. Rolling your shoulders as you straighten, you think how this all could have happened. You had heard from your friend who had a dad in the marines that some kind of bombs were gonna hit the US. Russia probably now that you think of it. You and a few others that came with you hid in the underground, concrete enforced science experiment for the physics students at the university that you are currently staying at. It had worked at any rate and you and some others came out unscathed.
To this horrific world. Fantastic.
At least you wont have to worry about uni tests anymore! You chuckle at this and pull your backpack on. All you have to worry about now is not getting eaten.
What now?
Shoruke:
Man, if this is what they call a hang over then you wont ever drink. Ever. You pull yourself together and yawn sleepily, the headache fading. You stand up and pick your stuff up from the floor, putting your clothing back on. You look around and find yourself where you last remembered entering: the basement of a hotel called Spritz. Who names a hotel Spritz by the way? You shove this out of your active mind and look around at the dank concrete room that you currently live in. This looks like the home of a permenant staff member, possibly a janitor judging from the decour, of which there is none but a painting hung on the cement brick wall. The bare light bulb hanging from its cord blasts out light as you switch it on, turning your bedside lamp off. You came across this place when looking for somewhere to sleep. There was not anymore rooms and the janitor had left and never came back so they offered you this room to stay in if you could fix their electrical things up every now and then. A basically free room? Hell yeah! So here you are, wondering what to do next since whatever happened outside happened.
Some days ago, something happened out there. People were acting weird when you saw them, which had been awhile since you had been extremely busy doing hotel management, and was shocked to see a woman get mauled to death by a small mob. You can remember the look on her face, a mixture of horror and fear, as she got dragged down screaming. You decided that you didn't like what happened right there and beat it back to the hotel and your secure room.
So here you are in your mini-fort, with the last of your supplies in a scavenged back pack. You had scavenged a lot of other stuff off of more dead bodies and had taken them with you, pockets full of stuff. You ready your gun and pocket the rest of your bullets and think that more stuff could come in handy and you remember you left your tools somewhere in the hotel. They definately could be useful...
What now?
Org:
You jerk into awareness at the scraping outside the door. Clutching your Winchester to your chest, you peer out the window and through the rain and see that its just a branch being blown there by the wind. You let out a deep breath and sit back down on the bed. Putting your rifle aside, you think to yourself: "I really need to relax a lot more." You look around the small hunter's cabin that you are currently taking shelter inside of. You came here when where you lived got overran by crazy people, running around and killing everyone. You managed to get the hell outta dodge and ran here remembering this place as a popular metting place for other hunters. You sadly didn't take the rest of your ammo with you and found out later that you only had what was in your rifle, minus 1 bullet because you shot one of the crazy people who were in your way. Quite a nice shot too, he's head popped like an overripe bit of fruit.
And so you made it here, slammed the door shut, wedged a chair underneath the handle for security and fell asleep through sheer exhaustment. You haven't really looked around the cabin yet, but you remember that there was a kitchen area, a lounge area and a sleeping area which you are now currently sitting in. You stand up and pull your backpack on again. You remember that the cabin is in the rural area that surrounds the city, farms and the like are here, and that this cabin is on the edge of the forest where hunters would often venture into. There should be other cabins further in the forest that you could find if you had a way of finding them...
What now?
Strife26:
You groan as you are roused from sleep by the headache. You roll onto your side and curl up slightly, trying to go back to sleep again but its no use, your body just wont let you. You sit up and lean against the metal wall of the upstairs warehouse office that you are currently residing in. You remember coming here for shelter after seeing a couple get torn apart like they were held together by bits of loose string. The only place you saw that was in the war and that was bad enough. They didn't have people going nuts, ripping other people apart with their bare hands, or mutant plants that were just as bad, if not worse!
You slowly pull yourself to your feet, gritting your teeth from the pain. Man, that cheeze must not have been a fresh portion... You curse food poisoning, and all other food related sicknesses, for your misfortune and shake your head. You definately are NOT in good shape, and this is bad by your reckoning as you always had your body to depend on in times of stress. You try to remember what the medics would give you in this situation... antisomething... biowhatsits... antibiotics! That's it! You shake your head in worry, that should have come easier to you, the pain must be affecting your mental ability. You must try to get better soon, thats for sure.
You shakily stop leaning on the wall and try to remember why you came to this damn town. You were just roaming, looking for a purpose you guess, and decided that it might be a good idea to stop here. Whatever made you think that has pretty much damned you in your mind. You head the rain hitting the metal rood above you and look out the wide windows next to you. Its raining allright, and the docks are all the more miserable for it. You see no boats, probably sunk or stolen, and the rain obscures your view of any possible movement. Its time to leave and you turn back to look over the office once more.
What now?
Post your turns people! Post em up like how I showed you and enter the apocalypse!
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