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The Zombie Apocalypse

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2. Find a character you want to reply to!
3. Choose or roll a scenario from the list below.

4. Comment away and have fun!

Warning for triggers of violence and death.

i . INFECTION.

1. YOU ARE INFECTED. It could be days, hours, or even minutes before you turn. Do you keep it to yourself and pray for a cure? Or do you hand your weapon over and trust your friend to put you down before you can hurt anyone?
2. YOU KNOW. At least, you're pretty sure. They've been getting thinner, weaker, and the temperature that they're running can't be good. How do you proceed?
3. THEY'RE STILL HUMAN. These zombies are still people, you're the only one that sees it.
4. IT'S YOU OR ME. There's no way the two of you can get out of here alive. Are you a good enough friend to let them go, or are you the sort to ensure that you only have to outrun them?
5. ABOMINATION. You've handled everything you've come across so far, but this is just wrong. Be it a baby, an animal, or a horrific mutation that grants it special powers—this one is throwing you for a loop.
6. NOT YOU. You recognize that one. Maybe it's a family member, a close friend, a lover, or a co-worker - you know who they are. Do you have the strength to do what needs to be done?

ii . SUPPLIES.

1. NOTHING LEFT. You're running out of almost everything. You've only got enough to feed one person now. Do you give it up, or are you ready to kill so that you may survive?
2. FOOD RUN. You and your buddy are all that stands between your group and cannibalism. Better hop to it.
3. ROTTEN. It's sat out too long and now everything is bad. You might have eaten it before you realized how rotten it was and now you're paying the price.
4. STOCKED. You found the ideal hideout and you want for nothing.

iii. YOU AGAINST THE WORLD

1. YOU'VE GOT A PLAN. You can protect your team, but it might cost you your life.
2. IMPROVISED WEAPONRY. They're closing in and you've got to think fast.
3. MUTINY. You're tired of their authority. You can do a better job.
4. ESCAPE. That city was getting too full, you've hotwired and tricked out a vehicle and now you're getting the hell out of dodge. Any zombie causalities are completely intentional.
5. SURROUNDED. Your safe space isn't so safe. They're on all sides of you and you're starting to run out of ammo.
6. NEVER ENDING ROAD TRIP. You've been in this car for ages, everyone is getting tired, and you're not sure where a safe rest stop is.
7. YOU WERE IN ON IT. You're safe in the head office of EVIL INC. and nothing can go wrong. Unless that clumsy scientist knocks that vial over, or unless one of your co-workers goes mad with the guilt. Or maybe you didn't know what you were getting into, maybe you've switched sides and you two aim to fix this mess.
8. ONLY ONES LEFT. Everyone else is dead. You're all that's left in the world. Where do you go from here?

iv. WILDCARD.
Create your own scenario, pick one from above or mix and match!

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[ As two of the toughest ladies who aren't afraid of anything, and certainly not zombies, Shanoa and Tifa make the perfect pair to go out on the food run. They'd make it back no matter what.

And for the actual food-running, Shanoa has brought along the biggest bag that she could carry slung over one shoulder.

She considered flying, but she didn't know the way, didn't even really know what to look out for to find where they needed to go. ]

You're going to have to lead the way. I don't know where it is that we're supposed to be searching for food.

[Shanoa and Tifa both volunteered for this mission, sure, but you'd think the group they were risking their necks for would at least offer a long range weapon. Ah well, not like she'd have taken it, anyway.

Tifa tightened her gloves for the third time, then clenched each hand into a fist. Perfect. The stretching and creaking of leather were a welcomed sound in this otherwise silent wasteland.]

I remember seeing food stalls further down, but... it was an open area. [Here, she pointed to their right, where the streets were emptier. Little cover for the duo to stay out of sight, but that also meant less hidey holes for those freakish monsters.] And I'm not sure how much of it would still be edible at this point.

[Assuming nobody already took it...

She, too, shouldered a bag. Smaller than some of the other options, sure, but she could adjust the straps. That granted her the flexility to abandon the sack in an instant, should the duo be ambushed and she needed to brawl.]

If we go left, we'll run into the residential area. [Then it was just a matter of ransacking homes and hoping for the best.] What do you think?

[ Well, as a Swiss Army Knife of kicking ass, Shanoa wouldn't have accepted any sort of weapon even if offered.

Shanoa had seen Tifa around but never properly met the woman. There was always something to be doing, something to be keeping herself busy with, someone who needed help and Shanoa tried to be there for those people. It seemed like Tifa was going to be using her fists. They were both rather unassuming with no visible weapons on them, though zombies probably didn't care about anything like that. ]

The food stalls will be easier to check than an entire home. I think we should check there before resorting to the residential area.

[ She was glad to have someone who knew the area better than she did. ]

It can't hurt to check. Maybe we won't run into as many zombies since it's so open.

[She wouldn't be holding her breath.

Before they walked any further, though, Tifa stopped short. Just when had the two ever shared words before today? Well, more than a hello, or a shouted command if things went south? Silly, Tifa. Sneaking out into enemy territory without knowing your ally?

Time to fix that before they went any further.

She turned to the other woman and offered a sheepish, yet genuine smile.] I don't think we've had a real conversation before today. [She extended her hand, but kept her senses sharp. Wouldn't put it past a zombie to sneak up on her while she was making nice.]

What's your fighting style? [She hadn't failed to notice their lack of weapons, after all.]

[ Traveling with an ally at all was new to Shanoa. Would it have been better for them to know each other better? ]

We haven't.

[ She didn't mind, in any case. Shanoa gave Tifa a less sheepish but smaller smile and shook her hand. She was also possibly more relaxed about the whole thing. Part of fighting so many terrors was simply not fearing them. Zombies were no exception. ]

I fight using magic. And you?

[Maybe just a little ;P]

Long range spells, then? [It didn't matter what the woman's preference was, but that would be useful to know, should they be forced to fight. She wiggled her fingers.] Martial artist here.

[In the chaos of the zombie invasion--and wasn't that strange to say--she'd completely forgotten about her stash of materia. No magic or support spells for her. When she'd returned for them, they were gone.

After their handshake, Tifa continued along their chosen path, making sure to hug the walls of nearby buildings. The street they were on, which was once so full of activity--was empty, both of objects, and life (or lackthereof). Her gut churned from the thought.

Every now and then, however, she did hear a distant groan or shuffle. And every time it happened, she froze in place, straining her hearing to pick up where the wayward zombie was shuffling.]

Is it just me, or are there more of them nearby?

[ At the assumption Shanoa gave a small shake of her head. ]

It will be easier to demonstrate, should the need arise. We will both return unharmed, that much I can promise you.

[ As far as Shanoa was concerned, Tifa was under her care and protection.

Once she started again, Shanoa followed but trailed just a couple of steps behind to let her lead. When Tifa stopped, Shanoa did, too. ]

I've come to expect them at any turn. [ She offered a wry smile, maybe something to help ease Tifa's nerves. ] How many would you say is a normal amount of them?

[Alright. She'd just have to trust the other woman. Harder to do in the past, but hey, this wasn't AVALANCHE versus Shinra.

She waited until the shuffling died off and it was overbearingly quiet before speaking.]

I don't think there is a normal amount. They're like us. Some travel alone, others in groups of two or three, and then there are packs of them. The packs are... smarter. [Which was the most unnerving part to this. Some zombies were rail thin and faster than a fit human. It was like a wolf sprinting after, then pouncing on its prey. Others were so fat and slow that she couldn't help but wonder how they managed to catch anything. Turns out they teamed up.

Here, she looked away, as if reliving a scene she'd rather not. In the earlier days, when the number of humans was about equal to the number of zombies, and when Shanoa and Tifa's small group had first banded together, Tifa regretted ever volunteering to scout the area. Seeing the swarm and how it functioned that one time was enough.]

[ Perhaps not. Shanoa wished she could do something to quell Tifa's unease, but it seemed that would be harder done than said. ]

It matters not. Whether as one or many, these monsters will survive no encounter with us.

[ Walking forward a few steps so that she was more in line with Tifa, she lightly gestured the woman forward. ]

We should not linger here while the people are awaiting our return.

[The reminder that people depended on the duo appeared to do the trick. With another sheepish smile to Shanoa, Tifa continued onward.

They had a few close calls, but the zombies, usually alone or with one other, seemed oblivious. It was a wonder how they made it to the market area as easily as they did.

...But it seemed the lack of battle was the extent of their luck. Tifa's brows furrowed as she dug through yet another cart. More moldy vegetables.]

Any luck over there?

[ It was a good thing, at least, that they had decided to travel during the day. Shanoa's magic tended to generate a lot of light, and a flashing beacon was certain to attract more zombies.

Shanoa had found... plenty of trash. Empty cans and moldy food and not a whole lot else. When Tifa asked she stood upright from the cart she was rummaging through. She held up a tin half-full with frosting and some salt in a salt shaker.

It was something. ]

Nothing of substance. I think we will have to search through those homes after all.

[Tifa waved half a package of--thankfully--sealed crackers before dropping them into her backpack.] Looks like it. [She squinted, shielding her eyes with her hand. Further off in the distance, upwind from the two, a zombie ambled across the road.]

I guess we should get moving.

[ Shanoa gave a nod over to Tifa in acknowledgment, looking on for a second before turning to look over her shoulder at those shapes in the distance. She wondered how far the residences they were then intending to search, if they could make it there and back with time spent searching in-between. It was one thing to be roaming the decrepit city in the day, when you could see if your path forward was clear, and another entirely to risk bumping into one without ever seeing it.

She turned back to Tifa and made her way to her. ]

Do you think you could tell the way to those abandoned homes in the air?

I don't see why not.

[It'd been a while since she'd explored the residential area, but the closely packed homes should be easy to pick out from above. At the very least, it would save them a lot of travel time.]

Then perhaps I can save us some time.

[ Shanoa extended a hand out to Tifa so that they could hold onto each other's arms. She also decided to leave out that she had never actually flown carrying another person before. It would probably be fine.

[Tifa mimicked Shanoa, so that the two were holding each other's arms. Against her will, a brow slid up. She wasn't going to be tugged along like a sack of potatoes once they went airborne, right?]

Ready when you are.

[Please don't go splat.]

(OOC: Sorry the responses are slowing down. In graduate school and I have two exams coming up. May become a bit scarce by the end of this week. If so, it's not because I'm abandoning the thread, just drowning in science :) )

Edited (OOC note added) 2014-09-28 18:00 (UTC)

[ And for some added security, Shanoa grabbed hold of Tifa's arm with both of her own. She gave a nod before black feathery wings emerged from her back and with a single flap, carried the both of them into the air.

Being magical wings, they only flapped every now and again as Shanoa soared through the air with Tifa in tow, headed in the general directions that those homes should have been in. ]

( ooc: no worries! :D )

[Her stomach plummeted to her toes the second they lifted off. Tifa bit back a squawk, blindly groping for Shanoa's wrist with her free hand. This was nothing like flying on an airship.

And yet...

It was freeing: the wind whipping through her hair, cool air kissing her cheeks, the sensation of weightlessness. It reminded her of her times with AVALANCHE, of when her body glided across both ground and air, fluid and unrestrained--like water. When fears and reservations took a backseat to survival and saving mankind.

Was this really so different?

...How long had it been since the apocalypse began? Of being cramped in tight living quarters with strangers?]

Shanoa! Veer left!

[To their left, never ending buildings abruptly disappeared, replaced by a densely packed neighborhood with patches of green grass spattered here and there.]

(ooc: *keels over* I'm sorrrrrry! D:)

[ Shanoa saw it. Her ability to fly was tied to magic, despite the physical manifestation of the wings, they were little more than show. She turned effortlessly in the air and soared down towards the homes. ]

I'm going to set us down on that roof.

[ Not that she could point it out. The roof she was headed towards had a small balcony patio, where she set Tifa back onto her own feet before landing herself. ]

I hope we find more luck here.

( ooc: omg you don't have to apologize! )

Edited 2014-10-01 02:24 (UTC)

[The bottom right corner of the sliding doors was shattered, allowing the smell of death to drift out. Lovely. Wine colored eyes examined the smear of blood decorating most of the door. Old, from the color. Upon closer inspection, the edges of the smear were caking off the glass.

Tifa rocked up to her tip toes to peer above the smear.]

Well, we found something... [Definitely not what Shanoa had hoped for, though.]

(ooc: Lol thanks! I still feel bad it took me a little longer. I'm turning into a zombie myself this week. Braaains~)

Edited 2014-10-01 02:31 (UTC)

[ Shanoa stood behind Tifa, trying to look past her at whatever she was trying to see. Was there something besides the smear of blood? ]

Is there something there?

[ She leaned forward, putting her face closer to the glass to see inside. ]

( ooc: dont feel bad! :D )

Edited 2014-10-01 02:38 (UTC)

[Inside, further to the back of the room, where the sunlight failed to reach, was a corpse.

…Whether it was 'alive' or dead, Tifa wasn't sure. Only one way to find out, though.]

Sleeping zombie, maybe?

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The Zombie Apocalypse

2.2 and 3.5 later?

Hell yeah! Sounds good to me.

awesome

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