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Location:
School, St Louis

Name:
Quarantine Station Alpha (Formerly Thomas Jefferson Elementary, St Louis

Government:
Elected leader, followed by 3 elected representatives from both the police and civilians. Any decisions need to be supported by a majority vote. Leader can be replaced if all 6 representatives pass a vote of no confidence.

Population:
34 (19 police, 15 civilians (6 children)

Agriculture:
Scavenging and a little trading.

Army:
19 police officers

Firepower:
Standard police equipment. Handguns (Glock 34 Gen4, Beretta M9), shotguns (Remington 870), riot armour, plus a few scavenged assault rifles (M4, AR-15). Civilians only equipped with handguns (Various makes and models).

Technology:
Diesel generators supply important areas such as cafeteria, medical room etc. Solar panels provide power for living quarters, hot water, power to the main gate.

Transportation:
Police cruisers and a S.W.A.T armoured truck. Various assortment of civilian vehicles. All stored in the gym (Converted into motor pool/maintenance bay.

Other supplies:
Plenty of ammunition from scavenging raids on police station and abandoned military checkpoints nearby. Mainly 9mm and 5.56mm. Gas supplies used only for essential travel and to power generators. Gas siphoned from nearby vehicles and surrounding gas stations, plus what's left of the military supplies.

Lifestyle:
The police take up the aggressive roles of the camp. They patrol the perimeters, deal with hostiles and conduct scavenging missions. Occasionally they'll be accompanied by a specialist who needs a specific piece of equipment (Doctor, mechanic etc). Civilians maintain the camp, trade with any passers by, repair and maintain any damaged vehicles, educate and train the children and any newcomers. Everyone in the camp does whatever job they feel they are most suited to. Anyone who doesn't pull their weight and earn their keep is given a warning. Failure to change behaviour after said warning leads to exile from the group.

History of you colony:
Back when shit first hit the fan, the military and local law enforcement were ordered to set up a quarantine station in the school to process evacuated civilians. As the situation in the USA got worse, the military assisting the police left to protect what the government deemed to be essential targets. Eventually the people left in charge of the school, overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of refugees that, decided that they could no longer cope. At this time, around 70 police officers were responsible for around between 300-1000 refugees being processed daily. They tried to radio for further assistance but it never arrived. Eventually they were forced to turn people away, sometimes using force on those that tried to climb the fences. Those that couldn't get inside set up camp outside the school perimeter. The dead, as relentless as ever, arrived at the school and slaughtered the camping refugees. Suicide rates in the school sky rocketed as they desperately tried to hold off the growing numbers of the dead. Many civilians, who previously arrived here for safety and security, now found themselves trying to escape their compound, only to join the ranks of the dead outside. Those that remained faced a power struggle amongst those inside. There were those that supported the decision to close the gates against those that were against it, and a bloody civil war raged inside. The numbers inside the camp plummeted and a truce was decided amongst the fighting parties. Thankfully, the gates held and most of the dead moved on deeper into the city, a welcome relief for those in the school. Those that remained are what's left of the camp today with a total of 90% of the schools population wiped out in the first few weeks of the outbreak. Eventually the group started to organise scavenging raids into the city for survivors and supplies, but all they could find was the supplies. The group aren't afraid to make tough decisions, and always put themselves before outsiders. Their experiences, what they have seen and done, have somewhat dehumanised them. This makes them unpredictable, therefore dangerous. The values that those in uniform used to stand for no longer apply to the officers in the group.
Awesome! I'll start on a nation sheet.
This still going?
Finally got my post up. Apologies for the delay people
Reynolds glanced at a nearby signpost that read Megaton and an arrow pointing left. He decided that this would be as good a place as any to get some information on the area and a rough layout of the land, maybe even a bed to rest in for the night. Suddenly, a window to the right of him smashed, followed by the unmistakable crack of rifle fire. James dived behind a nearby car as the assailant poured a stream of steady fire over the top of the car. He fired two shots from his trail carbine in the general direction of the fire, but the attacker didn’t relent on their efforts to kill him. James evaluated his situation. The attacker was clearly perched upon high ground somewhere, so he would have to be extremely lucky to get a killing blow in if he stayed hidden behind the car, but at the same time, he also had James pinned down. Realising it was hopeless to try and fight from here, his eyes quickly scanned for an escape route, looking to get out of there before the attacker realised that they held the advantage. Eventually his eyes set upon a pair of doors up ahead leading. Getting to the doors wouldn’t be easy. The route to the doors was open ground that offered no cover. If he was to make it, he would have to sprint across the open ground and hope the attacker wasn’t a particularly good shot. He smiled at himself as he thought about this, looking to the smashed window next to the car. Can’t be that good of shot, he thought.
Deciding it was now or never, he fired a final volley of two more shots and darted across the open ground. Dust to the right of him was kicked up as a bullet slammed into the ground next to him.
Almost there, come on you can do it! His mind kept telling him. What had looked only a moment ago to be a short distance seemed not to be the case anymore as he had felt like he had been running for ages. Without warning, he fell to the ground as a searing pain shot through his leg.
The bastard got me. He actually fucking got me! He looked down towards his leg, where a hole had now developed in his trousers. Blood was slowly oozing from the wound underneath the material, leaving a large stain around the bullet hole. A ping as a bullet hit a nearby lamppost shook him out of his panicked state, and his mind was now even more determined to reach the doors. Using his carbine for support, he attempted a weak run towards the door, avoiding placing as much weight on his wounded leg as possible.

SMASH!

A window above him smashed, showering him with small shards of glass, tearing neat little cuts into his raised arms. Reynolds cried out in pain as a few shards of glass embedded themselves into his skin. This is turning into one of the shittiest ideas you have ever had! He thought, scolding himself for his naivety in assuming the guy was an amateur.
After what seemed like an eternity Reynolds eventually reached the door, throwing his whole body weight towards it. The doors crashed open, revealing the inside of what was once a school, a torn banner across the top reading Springvale. Reynolds slammed the doors shut and collapsed in front of them, planning his next move.
Waiting on the gm I believe
I'll get another post up today at some point
Apologies for the scarce info. It can go one of two ways. Either we're the first on Mars, which would mean that yes we would have a base and we would be conducting experiments. Or we can go up as part of a second expedition, only to find the first expeditions base wrecked bodies strewn about the place, sort of a survival horror set on Mars. If you guys have any ideas feel free to submit them.
That's all good, I prefer it that way.
For this RP are we assuming that our characters are oblivious as to what a zombie is? I know in popular media that the producers do this purposefully.
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