Cool, just wondering as that would make our jobs of barricading a little easier.
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Wait, wait is there a door at the bottom of the stairwell leading into the lobby. Also, are the stage 2's on the stairs or still in the lobby running at this point in time?
So we gotta defend those stairs or we're fucked pretty much. Don't want zombies outside our apartment doors now, do we?
^^ Yes, this. ;)
Another question, as they seem they're going to be important to our survival. Are the stairs apart of a stairwell that leads to all floors of the apartment block with doors to each. Or are the stairs made in such a way that one has to go up the stairs to the first floor and then walk to the other side of the first floor to get to the second set of stairs. I hope that makes sense.
It's great to see that your starting this up again and once more, i profess my interest. Yes, my schedule is clearing up quite abit now so i should be alot more active than last time.
I would like to reserve House Crowe of Reinoa once more should it not be taken already.
I would like to reserve House Crowe of Reinoa once more should it not be taken already.
Ryan Monroe stood, the room and the people around him, muttering amongst themselves as they too watched the TV Emergency broadcast were nothing more than a blur as he focused on the broadcast, it sounded like the world was going to shit. He watched until it's end.
"Moving onto the 10PM weather forecast" Now his mind was in overdrive, so this is how it ends. A zombie apocalypse, his quasi-nightmare had come true. Zombies were afoot. The quarantine would prevent anyone from leaving the city, dead or alive, meaning he was stuck in this boiling pot just waiting to explode.
He looked around the lobby, perhaps for the first time in about thirty minutes. He looked at the people crowded around him, neighbors and fellow apartment dwellers, some he'd gotten to know, others not so much. Guess we're in this shit together then. Moving over to the lobby desk, the receptionist appeared to be no where to be seen. He grabbed a few leaflets with the bold, black letters CDC across them that were scattered across the hard oak wood desk and stashed them into his messenger bag. Who knows, this information could be important, vital even. Then the sound of the crunching of metal and a boom followed suit. Ryan whipped around, seeing flames flaring and raging across the street through the windows, then he saw the priest from the local parish.
This really must be Doomsday
He appeared to be guiding a policemen, looking like hell through the doors. Then... then he saw it, a zombie, running no less. He remembered from the CDC leaflets that these zombies had something like stages, depending on the time of death. Seems like this one had been dead for quite a while.
He watched the infected in a stunned silence, any doubt that this was actually happening now removed from his head. And a number of new thoughts rolled in as he backed away from the window towards the stairs, do i have enough food? Could i barricade my apartment? Should i call my family, no the lines would be full by now or just simply not working... Then reality came tumbling back when somebodies shoulder slammed into him as the crowd rushed for the stairs behind him. He looked back towards the lobby entrance, seemed the policeman and the priest, a strange pair had dispatched the infected that had broken in. Collecting his thoughts as the crowd pushed past him, he pressed himself against the wall at the bottom of the stairwell to avoid being taken with the crowd, he saw a figure through the crowd, armed with what appeared to be an assault rifle.
What the... that's just been sitting around his apartment?
Shots followed shortly after as the armed man went into the lobby. When the rushing crowd began to lessen, Ryan took his moment to step out, taking a look into the lobby he heard the last of the priests words, something about barricading the stairwell. Stepping forward.
"I... I'll help." Ryan called out.
"Moving onto the 10PM weather forecast" Now his mind was in overdrive, so this is how it ends. A zombie apocalypse, his quasi-nightmare had come true. Zombies were afoot. The quarantine would prevent anyone from leaving the city, dead or alive, meaning he was stuck in this boiling pot just waiting to explode.
He looked around the lobby, perhaps for the first time in about thirty minutes. He looked at the people crowded around him, neighbors and fellow apartment dwellers, some he'd gotten to know, others not so much. Guess we're in this shit together then. Moving over to the lobby desk, the receptionist appeared to be no where to be seen. He grabbed a few leaflets with the bold, black letters CDC across them that were scattered across the hard oak wood desk and stashed them into his messenger bag. Who knows, this information could be important, vital even. Then the sound of the crunching of metal and a boom followed suit. Ryan whipped around, seeing flames flaring and raging across the street through the windows, then he saw the priest from the local parish.
This really must be Doomsday
He appeared to be guiding a policemen, looking like hell through the doors. Then... then he saw it, a zombie, running no less. He remembered from the CDC leaflets that these zombies had something like stages, depending on the time of death. Seems like this one had been dead for quite a while.
He watched the infected in a stunned silence, any doubt that this was actually happening now removed from his head. And a number of new thoughts rolled in as he backed away from the window towards the stairs, do i have enough food? Could i barricade my apartment? Should i call my family, no the lines would be full by now or just simply not working... Then reality came tumbling back when somebodies shoulder slammed into him as the crowd rushed for the stairs behind him. He looked back towards the lobby entrance, seemed the policeman and the priest, a strange pair had dispatched the infected that had broken in. Collecting his thoughts as the crowd pushed past him, he pressed himself against the wall at the bottom of the stairwell to avoid being taken with the crowd, he saw a figure through the crowd, armed with what appeared to be an assault rifle.
What the... that's just been sitting around his apartment?
Shots followed shortly after as the armed man went into the lobby. When the rushing crowd began to lessen, Ryan took his moment to step out, taking a look into the lobby he heard the last of the priests words, something about barricading the stairwell. Stepping forward.
"I... I'll help." Ryan called out.
Alright thanks, I'll get to work on my post IC.
It's 1:56 PM here in the UK. ;)
It's 1:56 PM here in the UK. ;)
Just so i have an idea, how many people were actually in the lobby and now heading up the stairs? And are they from the apartment or elsewhere?
Part one: Information and Cosmetics
Profession: History Professor
Name: Ryan Monroe
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance:
Backstory: TBD
Part 2: Skills and Equipment
Skills: Knowledge on modern and medieval history, minor first aid training, minor training in the use of a small firearm such as a pistol, Knows a little something about leadership and discipline, Reader and watcher of a variety of books and films on a variety of topics including the zombie apocalypse, oh and a germaphobe.
Starting Equipment:
On him: Messenger bag, 1 book, cell phone, Pen and pencil with notebook, some student's papers (read:potential kindling), 1 bottle of water, some hygiene wipes (Yeah...)
In apartment: Canned foods, bottles of water, more student's papers and books (great), General tools, among other things general to one's home such as duct tape
Starting Weapons:
In apartment: .38 Revolver with 6 .38 bullets , hammer, variety of kitchen knives
Part three: Personality, Psychology and Physiology
Bravery (1 – 10): 6
Psychological Stability (1 – 10): 7
Reaction Speed (1 - 10): 6
Physical Strength (1 - 10): 5
Constitution (1 - 10): 10 = 5
Party Control: Yes
Profession: History Professor
Name: Ryan Monroe
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance:
Backstory: TBD
Part 2: Skills and Equipment
Skills: Knowledge on modern and medieval history, minor first aid training, minor training in the use of a small firearm such as a pistol, Knows a little something about leadership and discipline, Reader and watcher of a variety of books and films on a variety of topics including the zombie apocalypse, oh and a germaphobe.
Starting Equipment:
On him: Messenger bag, 1 book, cell phone, Pen and pencil with notebook, some student's papers (read:potential kindling), 1 bottle of water, some hygiene wipes (Yeah...)
In apartment: Canned foods, bottles of water, more student's papers and books (great), General tools, among other things general to one's home such as duct tape
Starting Weapons:
In apartment: .38 Revolver with 6 .38 bullets , hammer, variety of kitchen knives
Part three: Personality, Psychology and Physiology
Bravery (1 – 10): 6
Psychological Stability (1 – 10): 7
Reaction Speed (1 - 10): 6
Physical Strength (1 - 10): 5
Constitution (1 - 10): 10 = 5
Party Control: Yes
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