Martian

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Trigger Warning: Animal Death

Elias, the injured Tommy, and Clint the dog, ran down the street, away from the screams behind them. The group quickly turned a corner on Durum where Eli lived and the pharmacy Tommy needed was located. Tommy grunted in pain as blood ran down his arm from where he was attacked. Eli was surprised at how well Tommy was doing with the pain, but he then remembered that he had been injured far worse back in the war.

Clint barked as they past an alleyway with a group of people ripping into an elderly woman. Eli averted his gaze, not wishing to commit the horrid act to his memory. Years of watching horror movies had not prepared him for the savagery that was going on. Eli steeled himself inside as he kept sprinting down the street.

“Almost there,” Eli whispered to Tommy, hoping to not attract any attackers.

Tommy replied with a grunt as he kept up with Eli. Within a few minutes, Eli could see the pharmacy. However, it had already begun to be looted. Clint dashed ahead, entering the drug store. Tommy ran after him, still clutching his arm. Eli swore as he followed after the two of them.

“Clint! Come back here!” Eli heard Tommy bellow.

Eli followed the noise to the back of the pharmacy, where he found Clint and Tommy standing over the remains of a man. He was dressed in a postman’s uniform, perfectly normal looking, save the massive hole in his head. Eli held in some vomit as he saw the corpse. He was quickly snapped back to reality by Clint’s ferocious barking. Eli spun around to see a man pointing a shotgun at Tommy.

“How did you get hurt?” the man questioned intensely.

“What?” Tommy asked with confusion.

“The wound on your arm. How did you get it?”

“I don’t know. Some guy bit him,” Eli replied.

The man responded by shooting Tommy through the head, spraying blood, brains, and pieces of skull everywhere. Eli mouthed what the fuck and Clint leaped at the man. However, the man let loose the other shell in his gun, hitting Clint right between the eyes.

“What the hell was that?” questioned Eli in shock.

“Once they bite you, you become one of them,” the man said simply.

“What is them?” Eli whispered as he became aware of the blood of Tommy and Clint covering him.

“The dead,” the man laughed eerily, “They ran out of room in hell.”

As the man continued to laugh, Eli began to back away. He noticed that the shotgun was double barrelled, meaning he spent his round and would need to reload. Eli took the opportunity to bolt out of the store. Running as fast as he can, Eli didn’t look at the new corpses littering the street. He just kept running till he saw his apartment building. Dashing toward the front door, Eli paused as he heard a guttural noise.

The door to his building burst open as a bald man covered in bed smashed through. Eli quietly said shit as the man locked eyes with him. Eli spun as fast as he could, turning away from the building, and moved as fast as he could in the opposite direction. The roar of the man told Eli that he was following after him. Eli pumped his legs as he ran for his life. His thoughts quickly raced as he was moving on pure adrenaline. His mind wandered back to that strange phone call this morning, the priest saying he had a safe area.

Realizing that he wasn’t far from Fifth, Eli began to run with a destination in mind. He hoped there would be some kind of help there, as he was pretty sure that there was more than of these things following him, at least based on the noises they were making.

:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

Hey still around, just dealing with some depression. Anyway I put up a new post for Roger.

:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

Roger D’Monty

Roger sat by himself alone in the corner of the coffee shop, eating a slightly stale doughnut. He thought that perhaps the shoddy quality of the food explained why there was barely anyone in the restaurant, even with it being the breakfast rush. But the quiet was a nice change of pace after the food fight last night, as Roger really didn’t want hot coffee chucked at him.

Roger downed the last of his cup of coffee, before getting up from his table and throwing out the cup. As Roger left Dingo Donuts, he checked his phone, seeing that he still had enough time to get to his first class of the day. Roger started to cross through the field in front of the campus, only to decide against once the deep snow began to fill the sneakers he was wearing. Doubling back, Roger stepped onto the pathway that the school maintenance workers had shovelled out around the campus. Although it would add a few minutes to his walk, Roger decided that it was for the best as he shook his feet to dislodge the snow from his shoes.

Within several minutes, Roger stood outside the building where his Introduction to English Literature was being held. While initially wary of taking this compulsory class as he came to Eukary for cinema studies and not literature, he had come to find this class fascinating. It had quickly become apparent to Roger that learning about story structure and themes would help him understand film making.

As Roger entered the building he thoroughly rubbed his shoes on the mat at the entrance, before heading to class. As Roger opened the door to his literature class, he saw that the seating was half full, with the students who always came early being there. Roger found a seat in about the middle of the class, taking out his laptop and placing it in front of him. Roger then patiently waited for Professor Valiant to arrive. Valiant was an older goat gentleman who apparently had been teaching Introduction to English Literature for decades here at Eukary, and was very good at it.

Roger did believe that how good his professor was at his job did impact how he was enjoying this class. As Roger went over the merits of Valiant, the professor entered the room. Placing several books on the desk at the front of the room. Valiant didn’t say anything for a few minutes as several more students entered the class. Right as the hand of the clock struck twelve, Professor Valiant began to speak.

“So who here is familiar with the works of Jules Verne?”

Avengers NEO

Sorry for disappearing everyone. I’ve been dealing with some real life issues that consumed all my attention. I’m still going to move forward with this roleplay.

@Clever Hans
Hyper is accepted.

@LostButterfly92
No problem. I understand and wish you all the best.

As for everyone else, give me a few days to get back into things and I’ll work on putting up a first IC post.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

@Ozzoquen
Apologies for disappearing. Real life has taken most of my attention, but I still want to continue with this roleplay. Really expect a post for Eli in a day or two.

:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

@LostButterfly92
Sorry about going MIA. I've been dealing with some stuff in my real life that has taken my attention. By tomorrow or the next day I'll go through the posts I've missed and create a new one for Roger.

Titans: Dawn of a New Tomorrow

Sorry about going missing. I'm dealing with some stuff in real life, but I'm ready to continue with this rp when it starts.

Neptune's Chosen

Sorry for disappearing, I was dealing with some stuff in my real life. I am still greatly anticipating this thing starting.

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

@Dark Cloud
Sorry about not being around, real life has been kind of crazy. In relation to that I'm not really feeling this roleplay, so I'm withdrawing my character, but you guys go have fun with this rp without me.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Expect another post for Eli tomorrow, probably.