forum Post-Apocalyptic Roleplay

Started March 11, 2018 by @Stars

tune

COOL

Thank you!

Can you start, since this was your idea?

Uh… sure..

Be alert. If you let your guard down, you die. The thing that gives life, takes many more. If you're lucky you're immune.

Neola sat in her makeshift camp, waiting for the others to come back from hunting, they would have to move tomorrow, or else the monsters would track them and kill them. The year was 2188. Location: New York City. The once bustling city is now abandoned and ruined. It's a ghost town. And it is haunted by monsters. Genetic Mutations technically, but they had no mind, no emotion. They were like zombies. And yet, they were human.

(are you still there @»Callie«

Survival of the fittest. Kill or be killed. Those were the words Destiny Crown lived by. Always being on the run, always being hunted down by the Undead. That was how the world was now. With half of the population Turned, there was no telling if you’d survive another day. Destiny Crown had long forgotten what it had felt to be a little girl, with no worries and no threats to life. She had been a child when she learned how to fire a bullet, how to care for her life. She had been a child when her group had abandoned her family and left them to die. So here she was, on her own. Here she was, with her life on the line, each mistake being her last.
Hearing rustles in the bushes, Destiny whirled around and shot the Undead straight in the head; their weak point.

Hearing a gunshot in the distance, Neola gets out of the tent. "Hello!?" She calls out, hoping that it wasn't one of the monsters. She grabbed her gun, and prepared to fire if necessary. Is it the hunting party? She remembered the day this all started, her parents, her baby brother, all taken. They were soulless beings, which Neola was forced to kill. But they weren't them anymore. They were something else.

“Hello?!”
Destiny paused, her body tense. Who could that be? Hunters, or thieves? Destiny knew no matter how skilled she was, if there were a lot of them, they could easily overpower her. But still, she moved closer to the noise and called back in a tight tone.
“Who’s there?” Destiny called back, eyebrows raised.

"I'm not here to hurt you." Neola sets down her gun, hands up so you could see her. "Please don't hurt me. I'm human."

Destiny narrowed her eyes, but lowered her gun.
“Where’s your group?” she asked suspiciously. “Humans don’t walk around alone nowadays.”

"Hunting, where is your group?" She retorts. The girl is young, maybe in her mid-teens, but she has obvious attitude.

“I work alone,” Destiny replied, eyes never leaving the girl’s even for a second. She didn’t seem the type to trick someone, but Destiny couldn’t be to careless.

Neola reads Destiny's expression. "Look, I don't want any trouble. Would you like to stay for dinner? The group should be back any moment now."

“Is that an attempt to coax me to relax and let my guard down?” Destiny inquired. “How am I to know if your group isn’t a bunch of thieves?”

"You don't. You'll just have to take my word for it." She said calmly

Destiny let out a disbelieving laugh.
“In this world, there’s no trust,” she said bitterly. “And you’re asking me to trust your intentions.”
The conversation would’ve continued, but the rustling and voices interrupted then.

Neola's face lights up as she sees everyone come back from hunting. She runs over to a tall, muscular male, who she hugs. "Hi Ashton!"

Ashton ruffles her hair playfully. He has always seen Neo as a younger sister, although they weren't actually related.

Name: Shivo Peterson.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 23
Species: Human.
Personality: A guy who is a life-saver, and a helper, but also a liar, a cheater, and a thief, generally has a low tolerance for bullcrap.
Looks: About 5'9", 148 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, somewhat strong features.
Gear: Two knives with unique edges to resemble the top jaw of a dog, a pair of pistols with elongated barrels, a sword, a backpack full of survival gear, a pair of sweat-pants.
Skills: A great leader, excellent survivalist, torture expert, medic expert, a variety of random other skills.