Survival RP

[Glacier]

This is based off of the Survival RPG, in the C&C forum, and is a slight revamp/move of the thread. Unlike the other stories found in this writing forum each person gets a character, no users may use the others character in their individual story unless they have the authors consent. Everyone will exist in the same city at the start and will eventually join up. Heres a little bullet point list of the basic rules:
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-Silly entries to the story will be ignored. For example: John fired a round off into the beasts head AND SUDDENLY ALIENS?!? omfg.

-All entries are expected decent capitalization, grammar, and sentence structure. Its ok if you slip up on it, just don't make something like Repercussions of Evil.

-Characters and their weapons/supplies will be expected to be realistic. For further explanation: If you explain that you took a dead military-policeman's assault rifle then you will have to have something negative for the character, be it a swarm running towards them, or maybe they don't know how to operate the assault rifle very well. This is about surviving, not thriving.

-If a person is gone for an extensive period of time, to move the story forwards you may have their character act in your part without their permission.
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Basic character sheet:

Name:

Age:

Location:

Supplies:

Weapon:

Bio: (make it brief, have their background explained more in the story as we progress)
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Backstory: A virus, of unknown origins, has begun to spread after a research team comes back from a newly opened cave extending deep into the Earth. This team of 5 comes back carrying a dying member who's NBC suit was punctured in a fall. The virus turns ordinary people in to abominations driven by instinct, instinct to kill. Dryline, a small city, located to the far north of New York City is where this story takes place. Dryline is about to become on of the first cities to be hit after a patient at the hospital bites several victims.

I'll start off:

Name: David Timesfield

Age: 24

Location:supervisors room, office supply store

Supplies: backpack, medical kit, bottled water, 1 clip of ammo

Weapon: crowbar, pistol (hp browning)

Bio: David has on your standard tie, jeans, and collared shirt most wear at work, he is a tall man at 6'4, skinny, as he never worked out much. Has pale skin, brown hair, and green eyes. David has 2 jobs: one a supervisor, and two a nightshift security guard, both of which are at the same building and both he hates. His 9/5 job as a supervisor during the week gives him ample time to read news articles on his phone, this keeps him up to date with current events as he always wanted to be a politician, but released that dream would fail as he is quick to anger, and hates most people in general.
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[SkeletonGimp]

Name: Sgt Frank Hall

Age: 38

Location: Police Department Armoury, 14th Peicinct

Supplies: First Aid kit (small), handcuffs, flashlights (Large and small hand held/rifle mountable), Assault vest, CS spray, note pad and pen

Weapons: M4 Carbine (1 magazine in rifle, 4 in assault vest) with rail mounted optic sight and mounting for small flashlight, Browning 9mm pistol (1 magazine in pistol, 2 in assault vest)

Bio: Frank Hall is a chewed up, grizzled police sergeant. A former armed response team leader, Frank is not stranger to hostile situationed, both in armed and unarmed conflict. His attitude is grim, his tongue sharp and his mind... Fragile.

An unfortunate incident 3 months prior to the outbreak lead to Frank's 'promotion' to Armoury Chief. The police equivillent of being sent to Sibera, out of action and discarded. A distinguished service record as a Paratrooper and Special Forces Operative in the Army and a solid career with the police force swayed the Police Chief from outright dismissing Frank. This, like many other incidents in the Sergeant's past, was quietly swept under the rug. The only things certain with Frank are his combat abilities, and a habit of 'blacking out'.

[Glacier]

At 2/28/11 06:12 AM, SkeletonGimp wrote: Name: Sgt Frank Hall

((I forgot to mention that all text non-relating to the story needs to be in brackets, parentheses, or double parentheses.))
((Welcome aboard Skeleton, you sound familiar, where you in the Survival RPG?))

David sat at his chair fiddling around with a pen, spinning it with the tips of his fingers. He looked at the desk clock, 3 more hours and this damned nightshift will be over he thought, leaning back in his chair. He checked the small monitor on his desk seeing nothing out of the usual, he returned to his pyramid of cards carefully placing the final two cards on top to complete the pyramid. Satisfied with his effort David quickly snapped a picture with his phone as a noise, resembling a gunshot, rippled through the area. David bolted upright, then ran towards the window, stopping in a semi-crouch. David minded where his head was, making sure not to put himself in a position where he may be shot, then looked out.

David saw the security guard fighting off a crazed man, with a gun tightly clutched in his hand the security guard gripped the mans head, holding the mouth away from him. The security guard fired another shot in the air making David duck instinctively. David rushed to the desk and pulled a small pistol out from one of the drawers accidentally bumping into to his painstaking pyramid of cards, the cards crumbled in a heap of chaos. David rushed to the window fumbling to load the magazine into it remembering back when he laughed at the idea of having to use the weapon. David jammed in the magazine, cocked the weapon, and fired two shots away from the pair, wincing from the pain in his ears from its unexpected loudness David then saw the attacker briefly look away only to continue the assault. David, knowing he couldn't hit the crazed man without also wounding the security guard, pocketed the gun and ran downstairs to the main entrance to see a sight that would haunt him forever.

The crazed man won over by brute strength and had finally knocked Jeff, the security guard, over. The beast ripped its teeth into the mans jugular as the security guard screamed in pain until David burst through the doors and kicked the thing off him. "Are you ok?" David asked, eying the blood stain. Jeff attempted to talk, but only sent blood flying out of his mouth along with screams.
"hold on man, I'm calling an ambulance!" David said in a rushed tone. The man pointed at something, David turned around to look and saw the beast flying towards him, attempting to tackle him.

[SkeletonGimp]

At 2/28/11 07:52 PM, Glacier wrote:

At 2/28/11 06:12 AM, SkeletonGimp wrote: Name: Sgt Frank Hall

((I forgot to mention that all text non-relating to the story needs to be in brackets, parentheses, or double parentheses.))
((Welcome aboard Skeleton, you sound familiar, where you in the Survival RPG?))

((For a time, yes. I think I was using the same kind of character, might even be the same name. This time round the explaination for his being in the city and his background have been developed. In an effort to make him more interesting, the previous incarnation had waaaay too many black holes in persona and background.))

Frank sighed as he leaned back in his chair, the sound of the Police Department's phones going haywire upstairs. Calls about muggings, murders and robberies, all perfectly normal for this time of night.

Thinking no more about it, the grizzled police sergeant picked up his mug of coffee. It was still hot, made only minutes ago. Lifting it to his lips, Frank took a sip, tasting the acrid backwash you can only get from a machine made cup of joe. Continuing to take slow mouthfulls of his drink, Frank listened to the activity building up above his head.

"It's getting busy up there.." he commented under his breath, barely aware it was outload. He was on his own in the armoury cage, only his thoughts and row upon row of gun shelves to keep him company.

The tranquillity of the moment was suddenly lost as a team of Armed Response officers walked through the door to the armoury, Team Leader Jackson approaching the cage's service window. "Frank, we're going to need all you've got" Jackson barked, sweat visibly dropping from his forhead.

Eying the officers, Frank noted they were all suited up in assault gear, handcuffs notably absent. "Ok, I can equip your team but I'm going to need you to fill out the usual form..." Frank muttered, leaning across his deck to reach for the logbook.

"There's no time, sergeant. We need every signle gun now. And I mean now, god damnit! The whole city's going apeshit and every officer's been called to get out on the street" the team leader snapped, slamming his gloved fist on the side "even you!"

Pausing for a moment to take in the information, Frank put the logbook down silently. Staring into Jackson's eyes, he finally spoke up. "What's going on."

"We don't know, Frank. We don't fucking know.."

[Glacier]

((after looking over my first entry I realized that it looks horrible. This time around I'll double check.))

David saw the mass descending upon him as he grabbed the guards pistol and jabbed the end of it into its fleshy mass before firing. The bullet ripped through the beasts torso knocking it back a foot. The beast crumbled, made a sound resembling screaming, then lunged at David before another bullet passed through its skull, killing the thing.

David stood at the base of the body, stricken, as he dropped the guards pistol. David then checked the guard for a pulse, he knew the man was dead but called an ambulance anyway. "FUCK! The lines are down!" he yelled, then took a moment to regain his composition as he left the two bodies. David locked the front door with his office key before sprinting to his car. David slammed down on the accelerator and sped away from the scene.

So crazed internet columnists were right, I just hope Shawn doesn't forget to lock the fucking doors again. Shawn and Mary were David's two roommates, they all lived together in a small suburban home since college. David was rounding the turn onto the road towards his house when he spotted a small police blockade up ahead. A trio of "things" were running towards a lone officer as more reinforcements were running to get to him. That guy is hurt, the others wont make it there in time, and if I can't get through when I do then I'm screwed. David thought as he then, in the most reckless thing he had ever done in his life, slammed down on the pedal.

The car lurched forward as it flew down the road, it burst through the wooden barricades as David opened his door. The car and the outstretched door hit the beasts head on. The car shook violently as it plowed through the 3 and broke down the other side of barricades. David bounced around in his seat, he hit several sensitive bones in his body nearly cracking one. He then reached out and slammed the door shut as he sped down the road.

[Kouri]

Back to the animation forum you swine.

[SkeletonGimp]

At 3/2/11 06:58 AM, Kouri wrote: Back to the animation forum you swine.

((Kouri, you're not contributing. There's the door, please use it.))

Looking at Team Leader Jackson, Frank chewed at his tongue. After what seemed like an eternity, he reached for the cage key fixed to his utility belt. "Alright, I'll open up but I gotta call the chief first."

Moving to the cage door beside the service window, Frank hall unlocked the heavy duty padlock, letting the Armed Response team in. After watching the officers raid the shelves of every fire arm and every scrap of ammunition, he moved to the telephone on his desk. With the kind of calm only a seasoned combat veteran can possess, he lifted the reciever and punched in the Police Chief's direct number.

"Hello. Chief? This is Sergean Hall, calling from the Armoury.... Yes, the officers are here... Of course, I understand they need everything...... Ok, you need me on the street, who's my team? What, you want me to take a patrol car on my own!?.... Yes sir, I understand sir..."

Slowly, Frank put down the reciever, waiting for the hang up click before turning round to the other officers. "Guys, leave me the stuff on the last shelf. That's my gear." Nodding, the Armed Response team took what they could grab and left the cage, leaving Hall to himself.

It had been three months since Frank's last mission. If the city had gone to hell like Jackson had said, it had been six years since his last wartime deployment, just five months prior to delisting and joining the Police Force.

Moving to the final shelf, the grizzled sergeant eyed his gear. Assault vest with his name tag, tactical recongition flashes of the Department and his old team, M4 assault rifle custom fitted with an Elcan M145 optic sight, browning 9mm pistol and all the ammunition his best could carry. Grabbing his equipment, Hall suited up.

Once his gear was on, Frank adjusted the vest and holster straps to comfort. It felt good. Without his weapons, Frank felt almost naked. After a quick weapon's check and ammunition count he was ready to go. Leaving the cage, Frank let out a long sigh as he locked the cage. A pointless effort, seeing as how the Armoury was empty, but it was standard proceedure and Frank had his habits.

"Well, looks like its going to be a long night.."