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[center][b]Boston, June, 2018[/b]

It's been one hundred and twenty-four days since The Outbreak, but who's counting?

Everything happened so fast. No one knows exactly how or why the Terminus virus was released, or who pulled the trigger on the proverbial gun, but within weeks most of the world's population was gone. Not everyone died. Most that did rose immediately after, filling our streets with ravenous nightmares. We were so unprepared. No one knew what to call them or how to deal with them, and not all the methods devised in a hurry worked long term. They say everyone carries the virus inside them, even those that were seemingly immune to the airborne form. They say in some places, the animals are changing now, that the virus adapted to affect the animal kingdom, but instead of killing them it mutated them, made them faster, stronger, smarter. They say the more the animals feed on dead human flesh, the more powerful they get, so now we burn the bodies we drop.

They say a lot of things, though.

Survivors roam dead countryside and brave the dangers of the cities to resupply, their only goal to survive. Keep moving, stay vigilant, be smart. We fight the rambling dead, we fight the mutated animals, but we fight each other, too. There are no laws anymore, no judge or jury, no one to reign us in and keep us civil. Fear rules the world now. Fear of the dead, and fear of the living. It's kill or be killed, trust no one, watch your own back, and for those few that still retain some kind of humanity or moral compass, it's even harder to keep living.

…No, not living. It's not living. It's [i]enduring[/i].

But I refuse to just…survive. I don't have a solid plan, I don't have any idea how I'm going to get to Michigan and I have no idea exactly what I'm going to do (or what I'm going to find) when I get there. But I know it's up to me to fix this. After all…

I know [b]who[/b] ended the world.

I know [b]why[/b] it happened.

I know where the cure is.

And I'm going to fix it. I'm going to fix…[i]everything[/i].

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I might be the guide, but I'm not the god. Feel free to throw your own flavors into the pot, my friends. I intend to make this life a living hell for all of us. No mercy, no solid plans. I do have a skeletal plot in my head to help us with direction, but I'm always up for shifting things around. Share ideas here! I know we have the FaceBook chat, so this place is more of an extra foundation for our little world. But feel free to use it accordingly. 

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This Role Play is currently: CLOSED
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