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backyardbbq2016-04-10 09:59 am
formerbanchou) wrote in backyardbbq2016-04-10 09:59 am
OH NO ZOMBIES (closed)
When the first cases had started showing up, nobody had panicked. There was a great deal of concern, but the media had done a good job of keeping everything under wraps, and in the first stage of infection the people still looked normal anyway. They had that it was a mutation of rabies, quarantined the bitten, and treated them with antiviral meds.
That hadn't worked. It wasn't a virus, it was a spore, and spores were not stopped by antiviral meds. Instead, within two days, the people bitten had turned into the same shambling freaks that had started the mess.
Of course, when the initial bite victims had been taken in for treatment, one had hidden their injury and not gone. So when they turned, they bit a bunch of people, who in turn hid their injuries. And that same pattern repeated until there were a hundred or so 'zombies' lurking about New York city, hidden away in locked apartments and such.
For a year after that, it was a struggle to try to contain the zombies and keep people from panicking. It was contained within the city itself, but most people had to learn the signs of infection and what numbers to call if they thought someone was infected. Still, it was considered an 'American' problem, and most of the world did little to help, beyond screening incoming Americans for bite marks.
Then, one day, it all changed. one of the infected made it to a rooftop, and they just sat down and died. Within a day, a horrendous mushroom-like growth sprouted out of their head, overtaking their scalp and dotting their body in smaller growths. One more day later, the growths burst, raining spores down on the unsuspecting people below.
It didn't take long after that. The bites were easy to contain, but millions of spores raining down on an unsuspecting public? Nobody stood a chance. Infection rates went through the roof, and suddenly the military couldn't keep up. Borders were closed, martial law was declared, and every effort was made to protect the remaining uninfected people.
Some years later, the United States was effectively a deadzone. Some settlements remained, with their high walls and residents full of the necessary gear to survive. But every trip beyond the safety of the walls was a risk, and those trips were necessary to find food, medicine, and so forth. Living in a small, sectioned-off area of a big city just wasn't sustainable in the long run.
That was why Mafuyu had decided that it was time to move on. Though she had pretty much grown up in the walls, having only been a small child when the first outbreak happened, she could see the signs of collapse. Food rations were getting smaller and smaller. Fights broke out daily. People disappeared without any sign of where they went. Zombies turned up just outside the walls, wearing pieces of gear that most definitely had come from within the walled area. This settlement didn't have much longer, and anyone who wanted to survive would have to move on.
But Mafuyu was careful about how she brought up the subject. 'hey, let's leave the safety of the walls on a rumor and a hope of a better life somewhere else' was not easy to say. Plus, Chris was older than her, and probably remembered the beginning of the outbreak better than she did. That risk might be too much for him. She still had to try, though, there was no way she would be able to make the journey alone.
So, one morning, she waited in their shared living room for him to wake up. Which was unusual, Mafuyu usually slept in late. With the curfew in place, there was no reason to get up too early. But there she was, sitting on a milk crate near the window, waiting for Chris to appear before she finally spoke. "Morning."
Okay, she was a bit scared. She decided that she might as well gauge his mood before bringing up her idea. Her bright and bubbly greeting might have given her away, though, it was the tone she usually saved for when she was trying to seem nonthreatening, or when she was about to ask Chris for something.
That hadn't worked. It wasn't a virus, it was a spore, and spores were not stopped by antiviral meds. Instead, within two days, the people bitten had turned into the same shambling freaks that had started the mess.
Of course, when the initial bite victims had been taken in for treatment, one had hidden their injury and not gone. So when they turned, they bit a bunch of people, who in turn hid their injuries. And that same pattern repeated until there were a hundred or so 'zombies' lurking about New York city, hidden away in locked apartments and such.
For a year after that, it was a struggle to try to contain the zombies and keep people from panicking. It was contained within the city itself, but most people had to learn the signs of infection and what numbers to call if they thought someone was infected. Still, it was considered an 'American' problem, and most of the world did little to help, beyond screening incoming Americans for bite marks.
Then, one day, it all changed. one of the infected made it to a rooftop, and they just sat down and died. Within a day, a horrendous mushroom-like growth sprouted out of their head, overtaking their scalp and dotting their body in smaller growths. One more day later, the growths burst, raining spores down on the unsuspecting people below.
It didn't take long after that. The bites were easy to contain, but millions of spores raining down on an unsuspecting public? Nobody stood a chance. Infection rates went through the roof, and suddenly the military couldn't keep up. Borders were closed, martial law was declared, and every effort was made to protect the remaining uninfected people.
Some years later, the United States was effectively a deadzone. Some settlements remained, with their high walls and residents full of the necessary gear to survive. But every trip beyond the safety of the walls was a risk, and those trips were necessary to find food, medicine, and so forth. Living in a small, sectioned-off area of a big city just wasn't sustainable in the long run.
That was why Mafuyu had decided that it was time to move on. Though she had pretty much grown up in the walls, having only been a small child when the first outbreak happened, she could see the signs of collapse. Food rations were getting smaller and smaller. Fights broke out daily. People disappeared without any sign of where they went. Zombies turned up just outside the walls, wearing pieces of gear that most definitely had come from within the walled area. This settlement didn't have much longer, and anyone who wanted to survive would have to move on.
But Mafuyu was careful about how she brought up the subject. 'hey, let's leave the safety of the walls on a rumor and a hope of a better life somewhere else' was not easy to say. Plus, Chris was older than her, and probably remembered the beginning of the outbreak better than she did. That risk might be too much for him. She still had to try, though, there was no way she would be able to make the journey alone.
So, one morning, she waited in their shared living room for him to wake up. Which was unusual, Mafuyu usually slept in late. With the curfew in place, there was no reason to get up too early. But there she was, sitting on a milk crate near the window, waiting for Chris to appear before she finally spoke. "Morning."
Okay, she was a bit scared. She decided that she might as well gauge his mood before bringing up her idea. Her bright and bubbly greeting might have given her away, though, it was the tone she usually saved for when she was trying to seem nonthreatening, or when she was about to ask Chris for something.
want to skip ahead a few days, to when they are ready to go?
[She could be careful. Stick stuff away, sneak rations home when she could, that sort of thing. Finding the gas mask was going to be the hard part though, it wasn't like they just gave those out. It needed to be recently-cleaned too, trying to scavenge one from outside the walls ran the risk of having spores on the inside of the filter.
She nodded in response to the explanation about the rain. It made sense now, everyone would want to stay inside and not get wet. Getting a cold was a huge risk now, what with there not being much medicine anymore.
Though if she were honest, the risk of being caught by the men from the settlement was far scarier than the thought of zombies. Her memories of the zombies were distant, as she had spent years inside without ever coming across one. These men, however, were ruthless, and she saw how little mercy they had for everyone.]
I'll be careful, I promise.
[Mafuyu was a bit of a screw-up sometimes, but when it mattered, she would make sure to keep her word. She wasn't going to make a mistake that killed Chris, she wouldn't be able to live with herself after that. He was practically like a big brother to her at this point.]
no subject
Enough to where he'd swiped her a decent survival knife from their camp's 'security'. Full tang, small enough for her to comfortably hold when chopping wood or whittling down branches, and the holster was large enough to tie around her hips like a belt. It would have to do until they could reach his family house up north, but it was a weapon she could count on in the meantime.
While waiting, Chris surveys their flat one last time. For the past couple of weeks he stuck to wearing old and faded clothes before suggesting Mafuyu to do the same a few days ago. He'd washed and strung them up in the living room to dry and this day was no exception, but the point of it had been was to pack their sturdier gear and make the place looked lived in. They'd be leaving their ratty clothes behind, if only to buy them some time before anyone noticed they were long gone. He'd secured a mask for her along with replacement filters and electrical tape as a makeshift seal just in case of any tears.
Finally, the majority of their supplies were in his rucksack and duffel while Mafuyu would carry their gear and clothes. Chris had made sure she would only be carrying the lightest bags out of the two of them. Satisfied, he zips up in his old BSAA windbreaker. It was hooded and water-proof which makes him thankful as his organization had kept extreme weather in mind when designing their gear. ]
Mafuyu? Let's go.