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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She also hasn't been able to bring herself to eat mammal meat. It's safe. Everyone says it's safe. But she's pretty sure she'd throw up if she tried it, and that'd be a waste of food.
"I'll stick with the weapon that keeps me out of biting range." But she nods, checking the safety one last time before heading towards the gate. "I've been around walking corpses my entire life. Believe me, ranged is better."
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But Peter drops it because he wants to get going, he wants to slip in and out and he wants to do it as ninja-like as possible. If they're lucky - and he's hoping they are, even crossing his mental fingers - they won't get spotted by a single dead man walking until they're basically back home. He's silent as the gate opens and the street outside is...empty.
Mostly empty.
Several dead street lights away there are a few silhouettes stumbling and lurching without any purpose and he'd guess those are their rotting buddies, waiting for a chance to get up close and personal for a bloody introduction. They're downwind, though, which sucks because he can get hints of their smell, but it means they probably don't know two humans are only a few blocks away.
"You ever been in LA before?" Peter keeps his voice down, eyes scanning the blocks for any signs of movement. Him, he hasn't had much Earth experience: it'd been Missouri or bust and none of that had been anything like what he saw in LA.
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Only a few Infected. Nothing she hasn't faced before. But that was with full body armor, a few more guns than they have available, and most importantly, Shaun. Still shouldn't be a problem--Shaun did always say she went overboard with safety--but she doesn't want to take any chances.
Her nose wrinkles under her sunglasses. "Yes," she says. "A few times. It's not any better when there's a living human population." She keeps her hand on her gun, but she doesn't move to shoot. They're too far away, and she doesn't have the bullets to waste on fights she doesn't meed to have. "Arguably it was worse, honestly."
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Georgia hasn't bothered sighting the zombies in the distance. With the way she's handling the gun and talking dead people, he assumes she knows she probably can't make multiple headshots from that far away and risk what ammo they did give her. Peter's a little relieved at that, actually - there's hyping up Rambo to the other Guardians and then there's actually being teamed up with some joker who thinks they're Rambo because they got a gun. Georgia, thank God, isn't one of those people.
Peter decides to go for a side alley, ducking around dumpsters and old, rotting trash as he glances up, trying to look for a fire escape they can use for a better vantage point until...
"Think I got one."
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She follows his glance and nods. "Need a boost?"
Her upper body strength isn't amazing, but she can probably at least help him get up to the ladder. He's bigger than Shaun, but not by too much. She can manage.