Is this still open? And if it is, I propose if we pick town or black than we must give our characters jobs. Think The Stand with all of the committees.
Colour - yes it is still open (closing soon though), jobs for newhaven would be a good idea but anyone in Black is automaticaly millitary.
I think colourthemap means that everyone who is part of black or newhaven does need to specify like what kind of job you do. Such as when your in black you would need a milatary ranking such as Private or General. And people of newhaven might a primary job such as food manager and a job protecting the village kind of job like in the evenings that food manager watches from the lookout tower and watches for anything suspicious like a mob of zombies coming near. Plus you also have to remember that the job system would be different in a post-apocalyptic world. The people of newhaven would be all working for the greater good of the community, so it would being like a small communist area in which money is not as much important and compatition at this time wouldn't help the community. So the job system would be more like an ant or bee colony. Everyone will have special jobs and a small group of people (or one person) would be in charge of these jobs and the community. This would be the most plausible system in a struggling time of need. That doesn't mean no corruption, there will still be a little of that. And also I would guess in this kind of post-apocalyptic that if there was towns trading with eachother in some way it would be done with groups of brave wondering merchants that would trade goods for goods (money is not plausable in this kind of future) thus a start of an early world economy. The military would probably just feed off what they can force out of the villagers (like saying its tax or something) or/and have others working for them to feed themselves. But this is just my theory, Mr Mr might have different ideas. Edit: P.S. Sorry to bug you but is it starting soon?
So, does anyone know of someone who would be interested in taking on my other character? If not it's okay.
Lost - I see what you mean. For simplicity those in BM will be Sergeants as this makes it simpler for me to send them off on missions. For those who are citizens of newhaven, feel free to make up your own job (within reason). I intend to start soon, at the latest I will start on wednesday.
This was kinda rushed but here: Name: Arthur Wellington(goes by Wellington) Race:Human (New Ford Haven) Age: 32 Sex: Male Appearance: Short jet black hair, with blue eyes. Rather tall but not overly muscluar, and at the same time not on the skinny or fat side. Clothing/Equipment/Abilities: Wears a black suit and dress shoes everywhere. Even when he is defending the town. Short Bio: Used to work for the government in a plague center until a year before the outbreak when he got wind of the virus. He devoted the year to finding a cure with his fellow colleagues who left with him, but came to no avail. He blamed himself and thus does his best to help the community. Personality: Friendly to greet people and is easy to befriend. Adaptable to most any situation. Miscellaneous info: Learns the name of every new person to come into the community. He has a perfect memory when it comes to people.
Name: Max Hagood, More commonly known as Dr.M Race: Halfling, bitten by an unknown zombie Age: 20 Sex: Male Appearance: Max stands tall at 6"3 with short brown hair and a muscular build. Clothing/Equipment/Abilities: Usual wears a black T-shirt and trousers with a stab/claw proof labcoat. He always wears a pair of sunglasses to cover his black eyes only removing them to sleep or run from a zombie. Always carries a his medical kit. Has two small sawnoffs which he hides in his labcoat. His infection has given him an accelerated healing factor aswell as an extremely tough body. Short Bio: Max was doing trainee work as a doctor when the infection started. In need of more doctors his training was rushed and he was qualified early. When the cities started crumbling he left to find his family in the country. Max found them dead, killed by the zombie responsible for his infection. He now wanders from town to town selling his services. Personality: Kind but cautious. Miscellaneous info: You can find that out This is now closed no more submissions. I'm going to create a discussion thread. Lost you can post your intro bit under this post if you want to start it off.
Even before she was bitten she was feared. Yu Ae Sook was famous to many villages. The Demon girl she was and still is known as, and probably forever will be. A spider web tattoo on her shoulder and aim so good she can throw an axe almost 150 metres away and still hit you, she had a right to be feared.But it wasn't only her aim and image, it was the fact that she was something that should of never existed. A damned Halfling. Slowly but steadily young Ae Sook walks between the train tracks 75 metre’s under the English Channel. Everyone knows it was too dangerous to travel to the UK this way, but what choice does Ae Sook have? Most just consider Sook as another one of those Zombies, with no feelings or thoughts. No one knows how it feels to wander the world with no life and purpose. Soon to turn into the very thing they fear. Why doesn’t she end it now and get it over with? Rumours. Ever since Sook came across a village other than her own, she has felt a reason to stay alive. The rumours say there’s a cure out there that can end all her miseries. And she follows that notion religiously. Finding whatever she can on this cure. And so far all arrows point to England. So I guess you can say Ae Sook is living off hope, and only hope. A gnawing hunger shoots Sook in the stomach, she hasn’t eaten since she entered the tunnel, and that was a day and a half ago. Western Europe is facing the biggest famine in five hundred years, and few places in the rest of Europe are safe to stay in. If Ae Sook went much longer then this she wouldn’t make it to see the daylight. Footsteps echo. In shock Sook panics and tries to squeeze herself into a crack in the cement. Luckily the lack of food made it easier to fit herself and her backpack in the fault. As soon as she calms down she listens to the foot falls. Even and hard, not the usual gait of a zombie. It almost sounds as if the cement is being lightly whipped with leather. Military. Only those who work for the Black Messiah would own such expensive boots. Instantly Sook thinks of her options. Either she stays hiding or attacks and takes their supplies. And in times of hunger, hiding and missing out on any food is not an option. So now the question is should she flow blown kill them or just knock them out and run. Decision made, Ae Sook clutches the axe on her right hip. The military men come closer, unknowingly heading towards what might be their doom.
Name: Samantha Flenningal Race: Cyborg (Black Messiah, through her father) Age: 23 Sex: Female Appearance: She is short in stature, standing just above 5'2. She has medium length black hair, with streaks of ginger, in an odango style. Her eyes are pale green and sunken, with deep shadows surrounding them. She is rail thin, and not very proportionate, having rather large breasts and an oversized head; in comparison to the rest of her body. Being left handed, her right arm has been weaponized. Clothing/Equipment/Abilities: She typically wears tight-fit tank tops, and sweatpants. She cares little for appearance or fashion, but does love bandannas, and always wears one about her neck. Her equipment consists of a neon green knapsack, containing changes of clothes, bandaids, and a patched stuffed animal dog. Her robotic arm has a miniature Tesla Coil built within it. Short Bio: Born in Ireland to an Irish father, and a Japanese mother, Samantha fits neither racial standard well. Her father was a doctor for the Black Messiah. Samantha knows little of the organization, and doesn't care to. Having had access to cyborg materials, her father took a rejected prototype Tesla Arm when the zombie outbreak occurred, and attached it to Samantha for her protection. Not long after, their home was attacked by zombies and Samantha fled, leaving her family to die. She is currently staying in Tallington, a dead town twenty miles outside of London. Personality: She doesn't talk much, and spends most of her time locked away inside her head. Though armed with a robotic hand that fires waves of electrical currents, she is extremely cowardly, and will run at the first sign of danger. Miscellaneous info: She is plagued by guilt from abandoning her family, and suffers from crippling insomnia. She can only feel calm when she is cuddling her stuffed dog, alone. Darkness is preferable.
Newford haven The town was small holding no more than 25 people. Built up out of the remains of an old village the only original, untouched building was the church. The other building had been damaged and needed to be repaired. Tall walls surrounded the town on every side keeping the infected out. A heavy barred gate allowed any traders or foragers in and out. In the centre of the town was a small well, the towns sole water supply and the only clean water for a mile. North of the well were houses. South were the few shops, a medical building and a school house. A loud bell rang out over the town. reaching into every crumbling brick house, every wooden shack and every guard tower, signaling people to gather at the square. They arrived slowly leaving their various tasks, wondering what news was important enough to ring the bell. Peter Burns, the towns' mayor stood on a small stage. Dark shades covered his eyes as he watch the crown. He waited for the chattering to stop before speaking. "Now, I suppose your all wonderin what your doing here?" There was a murmer of agreement. "Well a little while ago we recieved word of a cure. It was rumoured to be in the ruins of London, inside an old lab." People started stirring some shouting. "A cure realy?" "Why weren't we told earlier?" "We didn't tell anyone as we weren't sure whether it was real or not. Then two days ago one of our foraging parties found an ex Black Messiah soldier, he was half dead. Before he died he said he'd found samples of a cure, before being overwhelmed by the infected. He only just managed to get out. Our plan now is to send in a full team to find and salvage what they can." Uproar surged through the crowd. "Thats a suicide mission!" "Who'd be crazy enough to volunteer?" "Why bother, we're fine as we are." The shouting continued until the bell was rung again. "Enough!" He boomed. "We are meant to be civilised, no ones forcing you to go. It's a volunteer mission. If your willing to go then come and see me in the gatehouse." People dispersed to go about their buisiness, none interested in the prospect of going into a city. Black Messiah headquatars Self appointed General Myers sat at his desk reading a scribbled letter. A nervous looking soldier stood to attention opposite him. "Is this true?" Myers asked. The private hastily nodded. "Then we're going after it." He reached for an intercom pushing the button. "Attention all units, report to my office imediately for a briefing. Those on guard duty are exempt from this. /*Discussion thread - https://www.writingforums.org/showthread.php?t=46172&p=830424#post830424 If your in newford go and volunteer, BM just report to the office. Wanderes either work yourself into one of these place (most likely NF) or meet us en route.
Arthur Wellington had heard Peter's argument and didn't like it. The community was fine the way it was, the zombies put fighting with other living creatures to a halt and he liked that. Of all the names he had learned, of all the faces he had to star down at with blood on their faces. He would slowly close their eyes and push them off to the side. After the battle was over He'd put the bodies in his truck and drive off. He drove until he found the sign: "Richard Cemetery". The shovel would be against the Wellington family crypt and with it he would start digging. Digging down, down to the ground. And in would plop the body. "That's a suicide mission!" blared into his ears. The crowd continued to mummer, so with them distracted he pass Nigel, the treasurer, and went up to Peter Burns. "I'll do it,"
Brian Morrison stood a top the ruined roof of the ramshackle school house. His tools lay neatly tucked into his heavy tool bag at his feet. Peices of ply wood were stacked knee height next to him. The roof had been in disrepair for months now and finally he had fixed up enough of Newford Haven to squeeze the school house in today. One of the two teachers here had 'persuaded' him to fit it into his schedule. Rain had been trickling in, making it an uncomfortable environment for the few children in attendance. Rummaging through his bag he half listened to the voices of passing yokels discussing some cure having been found in London. But if that was true then why was London the densest nest of zombies in the former UK. He shook it off there was always talk of a miraculous cure found somewhere and it always turned out to be a farce. Brian pulled out a few nails and a hammer fron his bag. 'No there was no cure' he thought to himself. 'We'll just have to outlast these infected bastards'
Lucius heard it, then ran for his life. A leaper was gaining, and gaining fast. He jumped through a broken window then found himself in an abandoned shopping center. The leaper was n o-where to be seen. Suddenly, he heard chattering, then definite voices. Then someone came through a door of a shop that was named "Bits and Bobs". The man had a shaggy beard, was tall, but there was something about him that Lucius couldn't put his finger on. "Announce yourself or suffer the fat of the rest of the undead!" "My name is Lucius Malek, and I come seeking shelter from the undead." "The make your way to Newford" Sneered the man. Then as he turned, I could see the logo on his jacket. He was an ex-Black Messiah.
Samantha sat in the confines of an abandoned car, the seat reclined, and her knapsack between her legs. She'd been in hiding for several hours, and was famished. More and more military men and stragglers had been parading through the town than usual. Even now, a small group of Black Messiahs were walking past her car, and she had to squeeze herself against the seat to keep from being seen. "Damn it." She hissed, as her stomach let out a moan. The soldiers didn't even glance in her direction, but kept moving through the city. Wherever they were heading, it must be pretty damn important. All the soldiers Samantha had come across were power drunk, and liked to make as many mountains out of molehills as they could. Anything to make this "life" even harder for the rest of the survivors. When the group had vanished around a corner, Samantha let out a sigh of relief. She lifted her head up a couple inches to peer out the window. Not a soul in sight. Living soul at least, you could never be sure with zombies. A tricky lot they were, and best avoided at all costs. As if on cue, Samantha caught sight of a hand clawing its way through a pile of rubble not far from her location. Heart already pounding in her throat, she fumbled hurriedly, and tumbled out of the car. In a second she was on her feet, and running. She heard a loud howl behind her, and put on an extra burst of speed, praying it wasn't a runner. Thump! "Hey, what the- stop right there!" Samantha had run right into the group of Black Messiahs, and felt a hand grab her shoulder. "What's the hurry." Said a smug looking male, eyeing her up and down. "Sir." Spoke a younger man, with a nervous look in the opposite direction, "Do we really have time for this? The zombie-" The first man raised a hand. "I know the situation, you, it's just a single damn zombie; you're trained to kill those bastards bare handed, there are three of us! Why don't you take care of it if you're so worried, I ain't seen a good looking girl for some time now." With a hoarse yell, Samantha thrust her robotic arm into the man's torso, causing him to fly back, and made a break for it. "You damn bitch!" The man called after her. Too many people, too many risks. Samantha ran faster, as she thought of a safer place she could go. Where had all the civilians she'd seen been heading?
Darkness found Morrison standing behind the bar of Cock Black tavern serving drinkings to the traders and drifters. And he allowed part of his awareness to drift in and out of the conversations of his patrons but everyone semed to have the same thng on their mind, the cure. Sure it was a nice fantasy but nothing would ever come of it. Morrison had grown as accustomed as any man could to a world where one could be devoured by mindless demons any given day. He poured drink for himself now. He was the towns' handyman, clergyman, and bartender. He smiled to himself then and down his drink in several gulps, whincing at its bitterness. Soon he thought, glancing at his shelves, he'd have to be the bootlegger too.
Simply, Ae Sook's plan could be put into three words, scare, steal, and run like hell. Really these days it seems like the magical plan for everything. Oh how the person she waswould laugh at her if she saw what she became. Weak, miserable, a worthless peice of crap. Too scared to even try to fight anymore. Maybe it was time to draw some blood this time. Sook shakes her head. She's way to weak for anything like that, any minute now she'll fal to the ground and die of starvation. Then what will she become? Another lost soul to the infection? She can't let that happen. Ae sook tosses her axe across the tunnel, causing a bang. this catches the attention of the Black messiah men and they point their gun in the direction of the noise. In a sigle leap Ae sook jumps up behind the two men and snatches their packs, causing them to fall and shoot the triggers of the guns. Holding both backs in her hands Ae sook bolts, try hard to gain speed so they don't catch up with her. "Stop!" One of the men yells behind her. Obviously in fear for her life she keep running. Gun shots behind her. Ae Sook tells herself to go faster, but her legs are going numb. Her foot hooks onto the old wooden track. Tumbling over she drops the backs and falls face first into the cement. "Oh god, why!" Sook yells just before she faints. Eventually the two soilders find her laying on the ground. "Is she a zombie?" The younger asks. "No, I thinks she's a halfling," The elder of the two says. "So, should we bring her to HQ?" The young one says. "Sure why not," the older says as he lifts the tiny Ae Sook and caries her 20 metre's and comes out of the old Channel Tunnel.
"But wait!" cried Lucius as the man began walking away. He didn't stop. "What the hell am I to do now?" thought Lucius to himself as he sized up his options... Should he go to this Newford place and ask for sanctuary? Or should he follow the ex-soldier/vagrant? "Well whatever happens, I'm going to need weapons, food and rest, so best set up camp here for a while." He kept walking through the shopping center until he found a hardware store. Perfect. The windows were already broken, but he still used the door, out of courtesy. The walls were lined with sledgehammers, axes and what-not other hardware tools. He needed something light, but enough to do considerable damage. "Axe will have to do then, I guess". He saw a chainsaw and considered taking it, but decided against it. He'd need all the room he could get for rations and whatnot. Next up was food. He passed Sally's sweet shop and grabbed a few snickers, but he needed something more substantial. Suddenly, Tesco. "Jackpot" As he went inside, hew instantly knew something wasn't right. He heard the same chattering he had heard before, but louder, coming from the freezer aisle. Axe in hand, he peeked around the corner. 3 bodies that were just stumbling around, bumping into each other and everything in between. One of them turned around, revealing a Skuttle attached to the back of it's neck. Lucius turned around to back away slowly, only to be confronted by a Claw. "Hell..." groaned Lucius as he prepared for the fight.
Black messiah HQ General Myers surveyed the unconcious girl held upright between his soldiers. She looked tiny, she couldn't be any older than 16 and yet she'd survived all this time. "So let me get this straight, she, a 16, 16! year old girl managed to sneak up on you and take your packs?" He bellowed towards the more senior of the two. "Um...w..well..." The soldier stuttered. "Well nothing! Did she or didn't she and I want a straight answer." Myers butted in. "Yes." The private said sullenly. To his relief Myers burst out laughing. "Bwaahahaha. And you call your self Black Messiah. Your both on 2 weeks pit duty as punishment. Now what to do with her..." He sat thinking for a moment. On one hand he could throw her back into the wild, but on the other she was a halfling and they usualy had usful abilities. "Right you two bring in a chair and bind her to it. Chains mind you not rope, some of these halflings are incredibly strong." Sitting back he watched as the pair ran around doing his bidding. He was going to make the girl an offer she couldn't refuse. Secured, he let the pair leave. "Get me some tea first, she'll be thirsty when she wakes up."
Where in the hell am I? The room blurs into vision. Everything in the room is worn with age yet perfectly placed in the room. A hard wood desks sits in front of Ae Sook, orderly and neat with a kettle of tea. Behind that grand desk there is a stately man on a tall leather chair. His smooth uniform makes Sook blink, Black Messiah. In shock Ae Sooks wears. The last kind of person she wants to see is the face of a high ranking officer. Ae Sook looks at her wrists, chained tight and unbreakable. How in hell did she get herself into this mess. "I see your finally awake,"General Myers, the man at the desk says, "you sure did cause some of my men some trouble." Those stupid soldiers! Everything came back to Ae Sook, the tunnel, those men, the gnawing hunger that still pains her. "So, do you have a name?" The general asks. "Why do you care you bastard!" Ae Sook screams at him, "let me out of this damn chair!" "How about we make a deal, you listen and do what I say, and you won't die," the general says sternly, "Now, what is your name?" For a few seconds Ae sook has no idea what to do but with a sigh she says, "Yu Ae Sook, born in South Korea and raised in Canada." "What type of infected bit you?" "A leaper, my own brother," a tear dripped down her chin. The questions go on for hours. It seems as though General Myers wants to know everything about Ae Sook, the young halfling.
After an age of questioning Myers stopped. "I think I know everthing I need to. Would like some tea?" Ae nodded. Myers held the cup to her lips as she drank. Cup empty he sat back down. Ae sook looked around for something to help her escape; there was nothing. She stretched her legs out as she thought. Then it hit her, her legs were untied! She braced them ready to push, now she just needed Myers in position. "Could I have some more tea?" She asked. He nodded, refilled her cup and retched over the table to hold it to her lips. Legs straining Ae pushed hard off the ground towards Myers chest. There was a crack a Myers arm whipped out and slammed her back into the ground one handed. Ae sook looked shocked, he'd stopped her leap before she could barely move. He chuckled as he rolled down his sleeve. "Theres a reason I'm in charge." Beneath was a mass of a metal and glowing wires. "Now, in a few days some of my men are going on an expedition into london to look for a suposed cure." He said walking over to a cabinet. Opening it he withdrew a small gun. "And you are going to acompany them." "Why?" Ae sook asked. "Because the lab that holds the cure also hold some very useful weapons. Your going to bring them to me." "But why no use your soldiers?" "They might take the weapons and defect, you on the other hand will have to return." Myers replied pressing the gun to the back of her head. Ae felt a flash of pain as he pulled the trigger. "What was that?" She cried. "The reason you'll return. A very useful device I salvaged. If you don't return within a month and with the weapons, the chip I emplanted will kill you." Myers replaced the gun in the cabinet and started undoing her chains. "Now when I've freed you, one of my men will take you to the armory and outfit you. You will then head to newhaven to accompany them to london." Ae sook nodded. "I'm glad you understand, now off you go." A soldier from outside the door led her to the armory, he gave some body armour a backpack and a pistol then left her by the gate to wait.
Clayton Clayton stood at the back of the room as the announcement was made. The Blacks - and anyone hopeless enough to volunteer - were to be travelling into the Dead Zone once more in order to please some lout in a padded chair. He shifted his weight from his real leg to his cybernetic one as the word 'cure' escaped the lips of the general. It was not the first time that the word had been thrown about, much like the Holy Grail in the old times 'The Cure' was what most people continued living for. It was a symbol of hope that the crumbling governments around the world used to push conscription, push full militarisation, push men like Clayton into a world of pain. Clayton had only been in this town a few weeks transferred from a much larger settlement to the north, and as such didn't really know this general - but he appeared to be a man of action. Absently scratching the fleas in his hair he repositioned his shotgun 'Kayla' to be slung off his right shoulder. He was getting restless and was ready to get out of this dump, he had not survived this long in the army just for a crack-pot general to send him on a fools errand. Unfortunately rank removed his choice in the matter.
Oz sighed sadly as she exited the iron gates to the cemetary and began to walk slowly back towards HQ. She was late to meet the others as usual but the general knew that today was a difficult day for her. It would have been their wedding day. Or the day he was blown full of holes by some psycho. She brushed away a stray tear as she came upon HQ. She stood in front of the building attempting to collect herself. She couldn't cry in front of the others, she knew that. For a moment, her mind drifted to her younger brother Luka who had chosen to hang himself rather than follow family tradition. Thinking of Luka bought back memories of Alden and his friends who had died in the Black Messiah one after the other. The general had been there when he had died. She would ask him about it. She sucked in a deep breath and marched inside.
Black Messiah HQ Myers looked at the few soldiers standing to attention before him. Plus Ae he had a total of 4 soldiers. Privates Clayton, Oz and Smith. He sighed. "Are you maggots the only ones not patroling or on guard duty?" "Yes sir! And you sent a party out to Brinel coast to help deal with an attack." Smith said back. "Ok then. The plan is for you lot to accompany a party from Newford haven into London." He watched the shocked look on their faces before continuing. "We're unsure how long it will take so I'm giving you a month. I won't send out search parties or scouts until that time is up so if you know something is going to happen find a way to contact me. Despite what you think I do care for your well being so let me say this. Do not be a hero. Don't risk your lives for that Newford lot. I am also giving you the best weapons we can spare." Finished speaking two other soldiers came out carrying a duffel bag each. They placed them at myers feet before standing to attention behind him. He held the weapons up one by one. "Spas 12 shotgun, modified to fire special blade ammo, this will tear through larger zombies and anihalate. Dragunov 512 wire launcher, useable as a normal rifle but the bullets will fire out a tough wire to halt anything shot. 2 MP5K sub machine guns and a few grenades." Myers replaced them in the bag before handing it to Smith. "I'll let you lot decide who gets what. Your due at newhaven tomorow so we'll be leaving tonight. If you have anything you need to bring fetch it now, you'll be given supplies so don't worry about those." He dissmissed them to fetch what they needed before setting off.
Samantha hurdled around piles of debris, and empty cars. She could hear one, maybe two, people hard on her tail. She'd seen the look in the man's face as she'd hit him with her Tesla Arm. That item had never been released to Cyborg testing, being little more than an abandoned project. By their records, it should be rusting away in a broken down lab, and not attached to a young woman's shoulder. "Stop!" Blared a voice. It was the older military man, and he was close behind. Samantha knew she was in trouble. She was tired, hungry, and weak. These men were trained to go days without food, and still be fit for fighting. Samantha couldn't get caught now though, she knew they'd cart her over to interrogation. She didn't know half of what she knew they would ask her. She couldn't get caught, couldn't get cau- She stumbled as her foot got snagged in a pothole. She flew forward, landing face first into a pile of gravel and glass. Letting out a piercing shriek of agony, she fell into merciful unconsciousness.
