OPTIONS:
WAKING UP
You wake up in a studio in an apartment building that's got windows all boarded up. You remember being sick, you remember dying, and you probably can't believe this is the afterlife. If you head out into the hall you'll see that others are heading out too, looking just as confused as you are. All of you died, most of you of the same thing. If you head down to the front office, you'll meet a native resident who will explain in brief that you're in Aqora, a settlement living among the undead and that people like you show up every so often. You'll be given an informational pamphlet, a shitty cell phone, and a walkie. Then you'll be expected to figure it out. No one has time to hold your hand.
EXPLORING
Miscellaneous things here: shops and restaurants turned into places to live, apartments full of people living day to day, the main focus (the library) being the hub where people come to learn and children go to school. Because school never ends, even in the apocalypse. Feel free to buddy up with other newcomers to figure out what the hell is going on.
OR, say you've been here a while. It's time to figure out how to get more supplies! Let's go on a supply run. You'll just be heading out past the barricades to start, and you'll have to dig through buildings to try and find things. If you're lucky, maybe you'll hit a cache. If you're unlucky, you'll find too many undead to fight. No one goes out alone though, so hopefully your partner can help.
"NETWORK"
Someone has set up a rudimentary network using the nearest cell towers. You can communicate with others in the area but only via voice and text. Anything further out is voice only via walkies. You can have a username or leave it blank.
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thebreathing2017-06-15 05:10 pm
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He can see why his new partner has to take a moment to drink it all in.
"Yeah. Maybe the infection's bigger than we thought," Peter says quietly. He doesn't want to dwell on his own death. Did he die? No clue, but it sure felt like it and the parts he remembers were pure hell. Anyway, he doesn't want to admit his scenario was the humiliating Death By Rabid Alien Hamster, so he instead shrugs and goes on: "The info they gave me was it was mostly medical supplies and some science-y equipment. Might've been a mobile lab."
Great idea, but when you're surrounded by things who don't need to sleep, who don't starve as quickly as a human or understand boredom when they're under siege? That mobile lab suddenly has a lot of limits that aren't solved by reinforced walls, air purifers and reclamation units.
Peter zips it as they inche out into the street. There's the remnants of gore, old and new, and it's enough that his head swims a bit as flies buzz. Maybe he'll get desensitized to it. Maybe not. From the look on Tisarwat's face, the reaction to the decay is normal.
He holds up his finger to his lips in a gesture he hopes is still universal on Earth. Follow me and keep it ninja-like.
He leads her down a side street, pausing more than he normally would to consult the drawn map and listen for any moaning that sounds too close for his liking. After awhile he chooses to take the stairs, crowbar at ready even as he makes a beeline for an apartment's roof. Jimmying the roof access is a good sign (he hopes). Means either no one's up there or...whoever was, they got trapped up their for a reason. Peter doesn't open the door at first, his elbow resting against the push bar as he turns toward Tisarwat, her outline stained red and black in the emergency lights.
"On three. I go out first and you got my back?"