Not Like This is not for the faint of heart. If you're squeamish then now would be a good time to turn back. This RP will explore the twisted side of humanity in an apocalyptic zombie themed scenario.
You have been warned.
To participate you simply post your character responding to what I have written below. You will roleplay as yourself and please, please answer sincerely. This RP can only be fun if taken seriously.
Not Like This
You awake in a daze. Several other people of varying ages are around you, they also appear to have just awoken. They all look confused. There is a man sitting in a chair, an end table sits beside him, his hand resting on the wooden surface. He is clearly deceased. Upon closer inspection it appears he was writing a note. The parchment reads:
"You've all been infected, but you seem able to overcome the airborne strain. Unlucky bastards, all of ya. You won't remember anything prior to being infected, 'cept maybe your names and some of your past.
It's been going on for a few days. The infection started in the air, no one knows where it came from. The infected would die from it and later rise again. The time they spent dead varied, always different. Some changed in minutes, others hours, some days. Then the newly arisen would hunt the living.
Getting bit is a hundred percent lethal. If you get bit, you die. If you die, you change. Simple logic. Destroying their brain seems to be the only way to stop them, otherwise, they won't go down. Good luck, and God speed."
Laying the note back down, you realize you're in an apartment. You remember you're in Lawton. You can't remember why. Everyone is clearly awake now. You wonder if you wanted to even wake up in a world like this one. You hear a car siren somewhere in the distance.
The apartment is a small 2 bedroom. A large living area with a couch and a chair in it. A single flat screen television, though it doesn't appear to be working, and the end table. At the eastern end of the room there is a door leading to the kitchen. The north end holds a hallway going east to west. Each end of the hallway leads to a bedroom with a single bed in each room and no other furniture. The bathroom sits inside the hallway. The western end of the main living area contains the front door. A heavy wooden door with a strong lock on it.
Looking out the window on the southern wall, you realize you're several stories up. The sky is grey and uninviting as you see smoke burning somewhere in the distance. The car alarm is still blaring.
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