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backyardbbq2012-09-15 06:13 pm
windyheir) wrote in backyardbbq2012-09-15 06:13 pm
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[April 13th, 2009. That was the day everything changed. Nobody expected the sudden invasion from the skies, and within a year the invading aliens had taken control of a good portion of the planet. These creatures with grey skin and orange horns were absolute terrors on the battlefield, and no human army could even compare to their destructive capability.
That was why the remains of the American government decided to make the virus. They knew no army on Earth stood a chance against such a fearsome army, so they decided to turn to chemical warfare instead. No matter how strong the alien army was, even they would fall to disease. By late 2011 they had designed a virus that only killed off trolls, while leaving humans unaffected. The world had its secret weapon.
November 11th, 2011. 11/11/11 day. It was meant to be the turning point in the war, where the American military would unleash their fearsome disease on trollkind, killing them all off within a matter of weeks. Indeed, it seemed to work at first, and trolls began dying off by the thousands. They were dying so quickly that the Condescension, the leader of all trolls, had to continuously send new waves of trolls to Earth to fill in the spots for the front line soldiers as they died. Still, the virus seemed to be working, and all of humanity bundled themselves in to try to wait for the trolls to give up and leave.
But then, as the bodies accumulated on the battlefield, something terrible happened. Nobody knew why it happened, but some of the dead trolls began to rise again. Their bodies were dead, their souls were gone, but somehow they were able to move and attack. And when they attacked, they didn't just kill humans. they devoured them. And they attacked and killed other trolls too, and those trolls who were killed by their own dead rose again as well. spreading this mutation of the sickness.
Zombie trolls proved to be much, much harder to fight than regular ones. While normal trolls stopped fighting if they were fatally wounded, zombie trolls would continue to fight until their bodies were either burned or blown to bits. At first the Condescension tried to fight the zombification, telling her best scientists to find a cure. But after years of trying, no cure could be found, so the Condescension pulled her forces out and left in 2014, a mere five years after her initial invasion.
She didn't take all of her trolls with her, though. Any troll who had ever been planet-side was left behind, and all of their space-traveling vehicles were destroyed. She would not risk any chance of the sickness going along with her when she left. As far as she was concerned, the displaced and zombified trolls were now the problems of Earth.
It is now 2019. Roughly thirty million humans and seventy million trolls remain alive on Earth. Those numbers continue to dwindle every day, as the hundred million survivors of Earth have to combat countless zombies, each more fearsome than the last. Some are fast. Some have telekinetic powers. Some can control the minds of animals, other trolls, and even humans. All of them want just one thing: the flesh of the living.
John Egbert had only been 13 when the invasion started. He had been far too young to play any kind of role in the war, and afterwards all he could do was survive. Most of his friends had fallen out of contact when the invasion had started. His one remaining relative, his loving father, had fallen to the zombies years ago. All alone in the world, John had continued to survive in what remained of Seattle, making a home in the small, walled-off area that held all of the survivors from the western coast of the United Stated. It used to be a suburb of Seattle, actually, and the mayor of the settlement had been the mayor of Seattle when civilization had fallen.
They couldn't hide behind the wall forever, though. They could grow food and sustain life inside the walls, but when anything special was needed someone had to go out into the remains of Seattle and hope to find what they were looking for.
That is why John Egbert is currently sneaking through the empty streets, his trusty hammer on his back and his two pistols in his belt. He is trying to recover a spare part for one of the generators, and he has to make it to one of the many hardware stores and back before the sun sets. Being midday, the zombies are all inside, hiding from the harsh rays of sunlight. One of the lucky breaks humanity had gotten was that trolls seemed to hate sunlight, so zombie trolls instinctively kept to the shadows. John is taking advantage of that, and he hopes to make it home before any zombies come out to bother him.
But is he truly alone?]
That was why the remains of the American government decided to make the virus. They knew no army on Earth stood a chance against such a fearsome army, so they decided to turn to chemical warfare instead. No matter how strong the alien army was, even they would fall to disease. By late 2011 they had designed a virus that only killed off trolls, while leaving humans unaffected. The world had its secret weapon.
November 11th, 2011. 11/11/11 day. It was meant to be the turning point in the war, where the American military would unleash their fearsome disease on trollkind, killing them all off within a matter of weeks. Indeed, it seemed to work at first, and trolls began dying off by the thousands. They were dying so quickly that the Condescension, the leader of all trolls, had to continuously send new waves of trolls to Earth to fill in the spots for the front line soldiers as they died. Still, the virus seemed to be working, and all of humanity bundled themselves in to try to wait for the trolls to give up and leave.
But then, as the bodies accumulated on the battlefield, something terrible happened. Nobody knew why it happened, but some of the dead trolls began to rise again. Their bodies were dead, their souls were gone, but somehow they were able to move and attack. And when they attacked, they didn't just kill humans. they devoured them. And they attacked and killed other trolls too, and those trolls who were killed by their own dead rose again as well. spreading this mutation of the sickness.
Zombie trolls proved to be much, much harder to fight than regular ones. While normal trolls stopped fighting if they were fatally wounded, zombie trolls would continue to fight until their bodies were either burned or blown to bits. At first the Condescension tried to fight the zombification, telling her best scientists to find a cure. But after years of trying, no cure could be found, so the Condescension pulled her forces out and left in 2014, a mere five years after her initial invasion.
She didn't take all of her trolls with her, though. Any troll who had ever been planet-side was left behind, and all of their space-traveling vehicles were destroyed. She would not risk any chance of the sickness going along with her when she left. As far as she was concerned, the displaced and zombified trolls were now the problems of Earth.
It is now 2019. Roughly thirty million humans and seventy million trolls remain alive on Earth. Those numbers continue to dwindle every day, as the hundred million survivors of Earth have to combat countless zombies, each more fearsome than the last. Some are fast. Some have telekinetic powers. Some can control the minds of animals, other trolls, and even humans. All of them want just one thing: the flesh of the living.
John Egbert had only been 13 when the invasion started. He had been far too young to play any kind of role in the war, and afterwards all he could do was survive. Most of his friends had fallen out of contact when the invasion had started. His one remaining relative, his loving father, had fallen to the zombies years ago. All alone in the world, John had continued to survive in what remained of Seattle, making a home in the small, walled-off area that held all of the survivors from the western coast of the United Stated. It used to be a suburb of Seattle, actually, and the mayor of the settlement had been the mayor of Seattle when civilization had fallen.
They couldn't hide behind the wall forever, though. They could grow food and sustain life inside the walls, but when anything special was needed someone had to go out into the remains of Seattle and hope to find what they were looking for.
That is why John Egbert is currently sneaking through the empty streets, his trusty hammer on his back and his two pistols in his belt. He is trying to recover a spare part for one of the generators, and he has to make it to one of the many hardware stores and back before the sun sets. Being midday, the zombies are all inside, hiding from the harsh rays of sunlight. One of the lucky breaks humanity had gotten was that trolls seemed to hate sunlight, so zombie trolls instinctively kept to the shadows. John is taking advantage of that, and he hopes to make it home before any zombies come out to bother him.
But is he truly alone?]
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Fortunately, the fight back to the human village wasn't too terrible. There were a couple zombies, but John easily took care of them with his hammer. He was skilled with it, from years of practice, and all of the zombies fell quickly.
But as they reached the village, John noticed something. Normally there were guard posted along the high, patchwork walls around the village. They also kept spotlights up there, so they could shine them down on zombies to stun them if need be. But the spotlights were unmanned, and nobody was on the walls. Hell, there was no ambient lighting coming from the village at all.
The only light source was coming from a group of zombies, which were slowly moving towards the walls. For some reason, there was a light flickering red and blue within the group, which John thought was odd because he hadn't seen a light show like that before.
He also didn't notice that most of the zombies in that group were floating slightly off the ground.]
What in the world...?
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Quietly was a term used loosely. As quiet as he could muster.]
John.
We need to get out of here.
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As it was, he knew he had to do something about these zombies, since they were moving in on the village.]
No, we have to fight them! There's innocent people in there, kids even! We can't just leave them to face whatever that is.
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JOHN THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD. And if we don't leave we're going to die too.
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[See it totally makes sense.
Also he's getting his hammer out to go smash some zombies. The poor boy doesn't know what he's getting into.[
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He grabbed John by his fucking arm and began running. He would explain it to him when they were safe. He had to act fast before John got them spotted.]
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Karkat, stop! I have to fight those stupid things! What the hell is your problem anyway?!
[But it was night, and there were zombies all around, not just in that group. No matter which-way Karkat turned, there would be at least a few undead.]
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However, they couldn't possibly fight off the psionics.]
They're Psionic you idiot! They'll tear us apart from the inside out if they spot us.
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[Oh god.
No wonder Karkat wanted to run.
Finally John stopped trying to drag himself back to the walls of the town, and instead he took off running with Karkat. Wherever they went, it would have to be somewhere safer, since there was no way they could take down even one Psionic.
The rest of the humans had to have run, when they had seen the red and blue lights. Yeah, that had to be it. They couldn't be dead, they had just run away.]
Where are we going? It's too far to the tunnel, we'll get eaten before we get there!
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[ANY place was better. The troll winced a little. His wound was rubbing against his clothes. GREAT. He endured the pain and continued to run.]
As long as we don't run into any more psionics, we'll manage.
[There had to be somewhere to hide...]
You know the area better then me. Any ideas?
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[John tried to think. What places were safe to hide at? He had been living in the village for a while, he didn't even know where to turn.
Looking around, he saw all the houses around him. It was just like his old neighborhood, full of houses and streets and the occasional radio tower. Pretty unremarkable, for the most part.
Except there was a lake nearby, he remembered that. It was where the village got their water from. And he also remembered the small houseboat that was on the lake, floating aimlessly without anyone to care for it.]
C'mon, over here!
[Zombies couldn't swim, so as long as there were none on the houseboat they would be okay.]
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Because he had never actually swam before.]
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John went right into the water and started walking out into it, headed for the boat.]
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Well, no time like the present. Karkat followed suit.
He tried to.
He wasn't exactly flailing his arms and legs like an idiot, but he wasn't moving anywhere near as fast as John was. It didn't help that his bandages were getting soaked either, but he expected that.
He was mainly worried about whatever was under the water. Did it crave blood? He really fucking hoped not.]
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Uh.
Do you need help?
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[Once again he refused to accept John's help, making his way to the boat at his own damn horrible pace. He had to learn to swim sometime, and it wasn't hard. It's not like he was going to drown or anything.
Hopefully.]
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He glances up at the shore a few times while he waits, and he sees the zombies lingering near the water's edge. He always thought it was weird, how they wouldn't go in the water, but he's not complaining. It provides some semblance of safety.]
I'd say take your time, but those dead guys are making me nervous.
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[And he made it. Finally. It only took him a while. He began to climb up the ladder, looking back into the water as he did. If any of his blood had leaked, hopefully it was too dark to see.]
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C'mon, this place should be good. Old man Harrison was hanging out in here before he joined the group.
[Indeed, the boat looked like it had been built to survive the apocalypse. All of the doors and windows were reinforced with steel bars, and the hull itself looked strong enough to take on anything. The inside was a little cramped, but contained everything someone might need: a kitchen, a bedroom, a sitting area-ish part, a tiny bathroom, and a second bedroom that had been filled floor to ceiling with preserved food. If John or Karkat looked, they would have found some of it to be expired, but most of the stuff had been made during wartime, so it had been made to last. It would taste horrible, but they wouldn't go hungry for a while.]
Woah. No wonder he didn't want to come right away.
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[The troll sat down on the...couch, was it?...right away, sickle on the floor and arms wrapped around his stomach.]
Is it really a good idea to keep yourself locked up in here with me? I mean for tonight yeah I guess, but what if I suddenly pick up an appetite for disgusting human flesh?
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[John was too optimistic for his own good.
And despite being soaked through, he decided to sit down in one of the chairs opposite the shitty boat couch.]
Besides, it's just for a night. We need to find everyone else tomorrow.
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[He shrugged. He probably wouldn't mind, but he did think it was a terrible idea. Safer, maybe. Still terrible. It would get John off his case about visiting his human friends or whatever. Not that he believed they were still alive.]
There's still a chance I'd change by the way, even if the odds have dropped a bit.
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Still, John didn't really want to stay long. He wanted to find the other villagers, and hopefully find them alive.]
Well, if you stay here then I can visit you more often. There's that at least.
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