unrewarded ([personal profile] unrewarded) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2012-12-17 03:16 am
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THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE MEME



THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE MEME
inspired by the Left 4 Dead games, The Walking Dead, and various other zombie-related media.
It's a scenario that needs little introduction: the dead have risen to feast upon the living.
In the beginning there were evacuations, emergency broadcasts, reassurances from the government and the media.
It was hoped that things would return to normal sooner rather than later. But eventually, all that's left are the shambling hordes.
So take up that baseball bat, or your father's shotgun. Cling tight to your memories of the better times, or your faith, or whatever keeps you going.
The odds aren't stacked in your favor....but maybe you'll survive.



WHAT.
a productive survivor is a happy survivor.

1) Scavenge/Search: The end of civilization as we know it also means the end of all things convenient, up to and including hot water, electricity and McDonald's. Whether it's ammo or edibles, you're looking for any salvageable supplies. This option is also for if you're trying to find a familiar face somewhere among all the destruction and danger.
2) Fight: Not for your right to party, but for survival. Whether against a lone zombie, an entire horde or a fellow human being, there's nothing else to do but try and come out of the encounter alive.
3) Barricade: There's nowhere to run, but you can at least hide out and hunker down for awhile. Hopefully being cooped up won't drive you stir-crazy.
4) Escape: There comes a time when the only thing to do is run. Is there a horde on your tail? A final evacuation helicopter waiting just ahead? Whatever the reason, better hope you don't stumble.
5) Scout: Charging ahead blindly is an easy way to get killed. A little reconnaissance can prove to be the wisest decision.
6) Relax: Seems like an out of place choice, doesn't it? But sometimes, peace is just as important as safety. You've managed to secure a little while to breathe, to forget the horror you've just gone through.

WHERE.
location, location, location.

1) City/Neighborhood: These places used to be bustling with life. Now they're silent, littered with wreckage and likely crawling with foes.
2) Farmstead/Mill/Lighthouse: Isolated, secluded buildings out in the sticks.
3) Sewers/Subway/Rooftops: If you're heading through these areas, you're likely just trying to get to someplace better. Here's hoping nothing gets the jump on you.
4) Hospital/Army Base/Evacuation Center: These places once offered hope and protection. There might still be firepower and supplies stocked somewhere within.
5) Woods/Swamp/Coast/General Outdoors: Nature hasn't gotten any kinder, but it might just provide needed cover or a place to gather food the old-fashioned way.

WHEN.
at what stage of the world's end do you find yourself?

1) Initial Outbreak: This awful reality is new and frightening. There's chaos and panic everywhere you turn.
2) Two Weeks Later: The horror isn't quite so fresh, or maybe you're just starting to get a little numb to it.
3) Two Months Later: Some of the dust has settled on what remains of society. How have you been holding up?
4) ???: Specific time of your choosing.

WHO.
humanity's numbers have thinned dramatically, but you aren't alone.

1) Family: In this world, kin may be all you have left, or those who are as good as.
2) Friends: Better to be in the company of those you know and trust than those you don't, right?
3) Lovers: This isn't exactly the time or place for a honeymoon, but you're lucky enough to have found your spouse/romantic partner/fuckbuddy/whatever.
4) Strangers: You don't know this person and they don't know you. In any other situation, your paths might never have crossed. But here the two of you are anyway, like it or not.
5) Enemies: Perhaps you were at each other's throats long before this world went to hell. Maybe you just ended up that way over time, or due to the stressful circumstances at work.
6) Guardian: It could be that you don't even like this other person, but you feel responsible for them anyway.

EXTRA.
feel free to add these at your own discretion.

A) Power Loss: Immortality? Gone. Magic? Nixed. You're just an ordinary person now, for better or worse.
B) Infection: You've been bitten, or scratched, or maybe you're grappling with a sickness that has the same eventual end. You can resist the symptoms for awhile, but the only "cure" to be found is a bullet to the head.
C) Injury: Unlike the option above, you aren't hurt because of a zombie. How badly have you been knocked around?

AS ALWAYS, if there isn't a prompt that suits your needs, you're free to make up your own scene.
reeds_rival: ([GM] Ant-Man helmet)

Hank Pym | Marvel 616 | OTA

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thelittlestbub: (Ew)

1, 1, 2, 4 (HOLY SHIT A HANK PYM O_O )

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[Last of the sweeps. She hopes so anyway. She really does. She'd stayed behind with others to make sure that New York is clear and safe for people. Considering her powers, she is usually out scouting.

Communicators had gone down a while ago, but she's still hoping that one of the telepaths is looking for her head. Sighing, she slid down a staircase, her black trench coat flaring around her as she lands almost silently.

Her uniform is filthy, but still very visibly an X-Man uniform. She wanders into an old canteen that the building had boasted. Hey, maybe she could find some decent food. Her gloved fingers reach out, going through the shelves.]


Ew. Ants. Come on, share the bounty. Starving.

H-hi there.

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So excite to see one!

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mackenzie lattner :: original character

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conservant: (welp.)

5, 1, 1, 4.

[personal profile] conservant 2012-12-18 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh god oh god oh god zombies. he cannot handle zombies. dead bodies, yes. ghosts, yes (if reluctantly). zombies, no. absolutely not.

but now he has to deal with them. at least for the moment, the undead hordes are relatively quiet, even as they're walking through the empty streets. he's had a moment to straighten himself and his rattled nerves. once he has, he tries to make a little conversation, smiling uncomfortably but finding it easier than walking in complete science. ]


How are you holding up? Which isn't, um, a great question, I know. But... [ he shrugs. ]

it's cool! :)

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jules grumley :: original character

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french: (pic#)

( barricade & rooftops | two weeks later | family | injury )

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[ She has no idea how this started and very honestly, she doesn't give a shit. All she wants to do is to be safe and keep her children away from harm, away from the god damn zombies.

As if living in a world full of monsters wasn't enough...

Climbing to the rooftops with the two-years-old twins had not been easy, but at least they all made it safely - not entirely unscratched, but thankfully no bites nor any zombie injury was sustained. Matty has a nasty bump on his head and Chloe has a couple of bruises, and Em has a dislocated shoulder and, to match Matty, an injury across her forehead, which looks worst than it actually is, since it's in an area that bleeds a lot.

After Jules finishes barricading the improvised shelter, Em flops to the floor tiredly, gathering the twins to her chest. It hurts to move her right arm, but she can't let go of their kids, too scared that, if she does, everything will go to hell. Instead, she just looks tiredly at Jules and frowns worriedly, as if asking when would they ever be safe.
]
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chelsea dagger :: original character

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discredits: (Default)

barricade | neighborhood | two weeks | friends??? | A

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[He's the last one inside the 7-11, slipping in after Chelsea and shutting the door with the utmost care. Silently as he can manage, Miles begins to push the ravaged shelves against the entrance. They've been fortunate enough to elude the bulk of the horde this far, but they've proven sensitive to loud noises - and while Miles is still a formidable fighter even without his powers, he can't handle the swarm that carelessness would inevitably attract.

That done, he slings the heavy, grimy pack from his shoulders. Big, rough hands rifle through it to eventually come up with some crackers and a bottle of water. These things, hard-won yet paltry, are then offered to his fellow survivor without hesitation. He doesn't say anything. Words never came easily from Miles - they're too fragile, too easily stomped underfoot or shot full of holes. By his brothers, by his father, by the world at large. So instead he saves them up, stores them somewhere deep inside for safekeeping until he's brave enough to speak them aloud.]
nooooope: (Default)

georgia curtis :: original character -- apparently I felt like playing a bunch of ladies today...

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aurelia marashian :: original character (ALL THE LADIES)

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luckyseventh: (a)

Scout > Hospital/Base > Two months later! and using this account because of ICONS

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[ When the Asgardreid had broken atmo over Earthrise some twenty-four hours ago the devastation hadn't been clear from the viewing decks. Looking out across the curve of the world everything had still seemed the same - the clouds still scudded over, the land masses were still solid. There was nothing dramatically different - everything was peaceful, still, and deceptively pleasant.

Making contact with surviving bands of humans had been difficult; the impromptu communications network that had been established was patchy and prone to generator failure. The Asgardreid crew had been forced to make their own calls on where would be best to start their rescue and evacuation missions - and all the major military hospitals had been the most logical place to start. Logical - but not easy.

With the fenrir safely guarded on the hospital's rooftop landing platform, scouting down and out through the base itself had been an arduous task. With the agonisingly slow and harsh Earthrise winter beginning to creep its way through the abandoned building every surface had a crackling sheen of frost. Unhappy to stay back with his ship, Hotspur had geared himself up with the rest of the scouting squad to tackle the slow task of carefully picking their way through the building - looking for survivors and picking off any stray zombies along the way.

Now, Hotspur pauses over the body of the last zombie caught by the full round of a shotgun blast. He frowns, visibly stricken by the distended features of the creature, and quietly addresses the doctor beside him. ]


Don't suppose there's any chance of finding a cure?

YEAAAHH

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chaosbound: (it's not a drunken adventure unless)

JACK FROST / rise of the guardians

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( power loss condition in effect! no flying, minimal offensive powers and obviously it's the worst time to be made tangible but eh he'll deal. let me know if you have anything else in mind c: )
motherofthesun: (It's only a scratch)

4-5-1-4 + C

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[Call her out on having a bleeding heart, but she couldn't bring herself to attack the Infected despite their efforts to injure her. She drove them back, but couldn't kill them. It was a sickness; they were still her humans.]

[Escape hadn't been easy. Everyone was trying to escape or defend themselves, some even killing themselves. Her heart ached. There had to be something she could do... but the moment the bullet strikes her side, she can no longer linger. She's the wild white spirit disappearing into the woods again, needing a moment to recuperate and somehow get this bullet out of her flank.]

[The Infected are spreading, entering the forest as the chaos seems to be calming down in the cities. It couldn't even be passed a single week. They're just searching for more to attack. She huffs and turns her head to get more sleep, but she snaps up abruptly, both ears turning as she glances around. They're approaching her location, but it's not only them. There's a single light reaching out to her. Ugh, she's pushing it, the lead is still scratching her ribs, but she stands up. She can't leave this alone.]

oh no ammy s o b s

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happy 2013 to you too!!

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Warren Peace [Sky High-2005] (AU) OTA

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nick | that zombie game

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aintright: (Default)

ellis | that same damn zombie game | 1, 5, 2, 4,

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[ OOC: I rolled Scavenge - Woods/Outdoors - Two Weeks - Strangers, is that cool? So I'm figuring this Ellis and Nick never met.]

It's been miles since the last safe house, and nearly a week since he saw another living soul. Back then, Ellis decided to take the scenic route to the army's fabled pick-up site, figuring that where there was less population, there would be less hordes. Now, of course, he's up a tree and down to his last two shots, a pile of corpse parts beneath his tree. Partial arms still cling on to branches where the living dead had tried to swarm up to meet him.

He's shaking with hunger and exertion, and maybe a tiny bit of fear, but that last part he's trying to hum away with "My Darling Clementine." He hears a twig snap nearby as someone or something approaches, and chills run up the back of his neck at what he swears might be a low growl. The dead have been changing lately. He cocks the shotgun.

"Alright Clementine," he mutters, "you better be bullet proof."

it's cool 8)

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8) 8) 8)

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smallsurvivor: (11; she observes)

Clementine | The Walking Dead

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benscrewsup: (Oh shit maybe I SHOULDN'T have told him)

3, 2, 4, 6

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[Ben hadn't been the one to fall on the balcony. That had been Christa, and Omid had died making sure his girlfriend wouldn't suffer any more than she had to. When Kenny accidentally made Lee drop his walkie talkie, Ben had been the one to jump down and hand it over, and Kenny had been the one to die saving his skinny ass.

So now Ben is the last person around who can take care of Clementine. God help her.

They lost a few walkers in a big yellow cornfield and ran into a building by a river, which now looking inside of it, looks like a big old water mill (probably had been repurposed to used electricity, then repurposed again to use hydropower once the power ran out). Ben, as soon as they're in, gets behind the first piece of furniture he can find (an old couch--survivors before them had been using this place, but it looks like those survivors left a long time ago) and starts pushing it towards the door, gritting his teeth at the force it takes.]


Clem--you should go and check the windows. We need to know if they're properly boarded up. B-but you shouldn't go too far until I have this door barricaded. [Despite her being a better shot than him, he'd like to be there in case there's a walker lurking inside.]

BEN. :O /SCREAM

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spongetastrophe: (Chill)

Peter Petrelli | future!Heroes

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hersoulinpieces: (Niki Sanders {Heroes)

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Would you care to play out the initial outbreak with a future Niki?
magebait: (A wild Fenris appeared)

Fenris | Dragon Age II

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starkingenuity: (worried - puppy)

Tony Stark || MCU

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efficacies: (Default)

james bond | craig!bond franchise | ota

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thunderboltsandlightning: (shocked - surprise gasp scared)

Thor Odinson | Thor/Avengers | ota

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splice_of_life: (hurt - crawl  yell angry afraid scared)

Dr. Mohinder Suresh || Heroes || OTA

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spongetastrophe: (Think)

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[Peter makes it his business to check up on Mohinder and make sure the guy is doing okay. Of course the only place he knows where to look is Isaac's loft/Mohinder's lab. So that is where he goes]

works for me

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Infection?

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viperjock: ([Gun])

Kara "Starbuck" Thrace | Battlestar Galactica | OTA

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xenamorph: Source: Bre Blair in The Babysitter's Club (Default)

Rachel Berenson | Animorphs | OTA

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[Fortunately, morphing heals wounds and cures diseases, so if she contracts the zombie plague she can fix it!

Right?

... right?

... guys?]
heirofdurin: (Sideeye)

Thorin Oakenshield | Tolkien | 1, 2, 2, 4

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[Thorin, beleaguered and separated from his company was particularly confused about how he'd even gotten here, but the ravening undead hadn't managed to slow him down yet or given him much time to think on it. Quietly, the dwarven king slipped towards the abandoned mill, wondering if it might hold supplies, or perhaps a boat. Better to get away from this place, and hopefully find something familiar.

Of course, it could also be filled with the dead...]
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the_tv_is_a_lie: (Indifference even in fury.)

Seta Souji | Persona 4 | OTA

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[...Well, this is bad. Looks like it's time to bring out the baseball bat.]
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rottedapple: (Bulletproof)

Eunjae "Morgan" Bak | OC | 3, 2, 1, 4?

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Come on, kid! Get back!

[Morgan shouted at the teenager who was attempting to fight a pile of zombies on the lawn of the abandoned farmhouse she'd taken refuge in. She wasn't about to leave him to die, so she'd torn away the barricade she'd built and was covering him with a heavy pistol]

Get inside! Or at least get out of my line of fire!

A-Okay with me. :|b

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John Egbert / Homestuck / OTA

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brokecontrol: (Default)

Jill Valentine / Resident Evil

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formersurgeon: (investigation)

Joan Watson | Elementary

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[Oh why the hell not. Let's kick some undead ass.]
nedly: (welp)

5.5.3.4

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[ it looks like joan is going to have to do all the ass-kicking, unfortunately. this 6'3" baker won't be of much use. he's too busy wringing his hands and trying to be inconspicuous in the now quiet woods. ]

Well, this is... nice. [ not really. ] Relatively speaking.

Ned!!! Awesome!!!

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JOAN!!

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Owen Harper | Torchwood

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[Zombies can't be much worse than Weevils.]
notsounseen: (Enjoying The Quiet)

6, 5, 2 and 3, if that works?

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It was the first time they'd had to breathe since the whole thing started two weeks ago; the area had been cleared -for now- and Charli was enjoying just being able to sprawl out in the grass, arms and legs star-fished out around her.

Her voice is quiet when she speaks, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. "I forgot what this feels like."

Sure!

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