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| Outbreak; RP based novel by: Jonah Mullen | |
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What is green...scaly...breathes flame...and has spikes?
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The Outbreak Prologue “Subject 15738 please report to the front desk.” A woman’s voice says over the intercom it sounds almost robotic. “Please report to the front desk Subject 15738.” The voice repeats. “Subject 15738; come to the front desk now.” The voice now says almost yelling into the intercom unit sounding perturbed. “Subject 15738 where are you?” The voice asks over the intercom. “Subject 15738 Prepare yourself, we are sending someone to…” The voice cut short. Subject 15738 approaches the front desk. The woman at the front desk stops what she is saying and looks at him. “Where the hell were you?”She asks annoyed. “I was getting out of bed; I decided I wanted to sleep in.” Subject 15738 says to the woman at the front desk. “You are not allowed to sleep in; did you clean your room?” She replies and asks another question. “No I didn’t feel like it.” The man said whilst shrugging his big shoulders. “Always breaking the rules Subject 15738, you should know better. Anyways they are waiting for you to begin your physical test; they are in the testing room already, waiting.” She says almost flaming red by now annoyed by everything the subject did. “Thanks Cindy, I will see you later.” And with that response Subject 15738 walked into the test room. He walked out of the secretary’s office and the futuristic door opened, it made a whoosh sound and slid into the wall. He walked into a room with several older men sitting a large conference table talking; there was a graph on the screen reading ‘Subject 15738 Physical Test Results’. The door whooshed close behind him. There was a big window in the conference room looking out towards the test facility and there was another set of futuristic doors on either side of the window leading out into the test facility. A man at the front of the table nearest the line graph stood up. His lab coat waved with his movement, he cleared his throat and began “Good to see you’re up Subject 15738. You can now enter the test facility, the members of the board will then discuss your improvement and we will decide on promoting you or keeping you at this pace.” The man said then rubbed his bald spot his grey hair around it quivered when he touched it and he took his glasses off and cleaned them. They were small round specs. “Yes Dr. Grunsen,” Subject 15738 said to the man in the lab coat that spoke to him. He looked around the room there was several different men. A tall man in a suit with broad shoulders like himself, he was younger than the other men and he was sitting at the edge of the table. Subject 15738 looked at him and said “Good morning, Mr. Warner.” He was the CEO of the company Rain Genetics Lab Co. A woman sitting across from Mr. Warner she was thin and slender her lab coat was unbuttoned further down and she had glasses just like Dr. Grunsen. He said to her “Good morning Marian.” And she nodded and waved. There were still a few more men at the table but they were unimportant lab rats, assistants a lab slaves. The Subject continued into the physical test facility room. Once inside he looked around it was a giant room, he head towards the usual desk in the middle with the electronic computer built in. He sat down in the vaccination chair beside the desk waiting for either an assistant or Marian to come. “Marian you go this time, use compound cancerous serum test no. 0089.” Dr .Grunsen said to Marian. “Yes Doctor, and the usual tests to follow?” Marian asks. “No, try something different. Be creative, it does not matter if we destroy him he is worthless anyways.” Dr. Grunsen said with a short lived chuckle and an evil smirk widened across his face. “Okay.” Marian said looking at Dr. Grunsen. She headed into the test facility. The doors whooshed behind her as she entered the test facility. This is where it all began. Outbreak chapter 1- The gas station Marian pulled up to the gas station in her car. She pulled her long bangs from out of her face as she stepped out. She looked at her beaten lab coat, covered in blood and ripped across the middle. She popped open the trunk and looked around for her spare change of clothes, she found a pair of jeans, but she couldn't find a shirt. Maybe I'll just buy one, she thought as she headed for the store. She went inside and grabbed a small souvenir t-shirt, then she headed for the counter. The tinkling bell of the door awakened Allen from his sleep and he was on full alert now waiting for what was going to happen next. Marian looked up expecting a more lively counter part instead she tripped backwards and almost threw up in disgust. The zombies had got him and ate pieces of him, his mangled body laid head first into the counter. His arm was dangling to the side and he was already starting to decay. She carried on towards the bathroom to change, might as well take it the shirt anyways no one to stop me now she thought. Allen was sitting in the corner in the midst of all the action, he had seen the cashier be brutally attacked by a group of angry zombies, and had been hiding in the corner for hours. He had not been seen by Marian because he was hiding beside the freezer which was quite cold. He was still wearing his baggy pants quite regular for acrobats in the circus. Why did we have to visit Minneapolis of all places? He thought to himself. Members of the circus usually traveled by themselves and met later. He was waiting for his friend Jack to meet up with him. He watched silently as the woman walked into the bathroom and shriek escaped from the room just as she turned the handle. Brenner walks around in the street, separated from the rest of the squad cutting zombies up with his military knife. Brenner speaks aloud “God damn, zombies. Stupid army said this was nothing and would eventually solve itself. This is the last time I listen to the top brass. Just a little help from the bloody army and we will speed up the process…” He trailed off ranting to himself. He walks around in the street, with only 6 bullets left, looking for any survivors and unaware of anyone in the gas station. He approaches down the street with extreme caution wielding his pistol in front of him. There are twenty or so zombies approaching two civilians entering the gas station. He holsters his gun withdraws both his military knives. He may need the bullets later. He runs down the street slaying all the zombies in his path of destruction or that are heading towards the civilians. They see him and run into the gas station. Marian walks inside with caution and there is a man inside. He is startled and asks a question “Are you one of them?” He stutters trying to ask the question fear is consuming his body. Marian replies “No, I am human; I am just trying to get changed.” Ding! Ding! Ding! The doorbell tinkles as Lea and the little boy come running in the gas station. They look around for food because they are hungry. Lea points towards the wall and says “Whatever you want.” She was talking to the little boy holding onto her right leg. "I am going to see if I can get some flashlights, okay? I am right here." Shifting the weight of her bag she wiped her hands across her face, being reminded of the gash on her forehead by the blood on her hands. She walked towards the shelf and seen several big flashlights stalked on the glass side standing vertically, she grabbed too and put them into her bag, she also grabbed about ten packages of batteries just incase they were stranded for a while. John hears some noise coming from outside his hiding place. He hears voices. "Well, I'm safe, zombies can't talk. Least I hope not.” he thinks. He gets his bow that he stashed behind the shelves in the storeroom, and unhooks the key to the door from his belt. As he walks to the door he trips over a pile of cans and they make a lot of noise as they clatter and roll about. He sighs. "All this tripping will be the death of Me.", he says to himself. While Lea was taking flashlights and batteries, she heard something from the bathroom. She turned around and hurried back to the boy and held onto him. "Shh," she whispered. She handed him a flashlight, "Don't turn it on." She squeezed the boy tighter when she heard the noises from the storage. Pulling out her knife, she spoke into his ear, "It's going to be okay." Brenner slashes the rest of the zombies close to the gas station. He notices a woman and a kid run into the gas station. "Ah, finally somebody that doesn't want me for dinner. HEY! HEY!" As he gets closer to the gas station, he hears a yell. "NOOO, I AM COMING!!" He begins to sprint, once he gets near the door he hears cans tumbling on the floor "Hey are you okay!!" He shouts hoping that someone would answer then starts to look around. The man calls out “What is going on out there?” Lea looked up at Brenner, startled. She stared at him, not sure what to say. Who was in the storage? "Hey, there's someone in there!" she whispered loudly to the man at the door. Panicking, she backed her way toward the corner. Brenner withdraws his pistol after putting his knives away, and approaches the door aiming it at the door. Finally convinced that Jack his fellow acrobat has come to meet up, Allen stands up to join the tumult. “Jack?” Allen calls out upon standing and he drops his ice cream and holds his hands above his head when he sees a man with a military uniform and a gun aimed at his head approaching. “Move now!” Brenner says pushing Allen out of the way. Brenner walks towards the restroom door and calls out “Speak now or I am coming in and shooting on sight!” Marian noticed the man struggle to get up. She put her arm around his waste and helped him up. She then carried him where the voices were coming from. He had still not answered her question. The man in the restroom replies "Don't hurt me. My name is Chip Jackson. I'm a reporter for the Star Tribune. I was sent to cover the riots here. Then I found out they're not really riots. I'm unarmed and I'm not a zombie. I'm coming out, all right?" He begins to step out of the restroom and Marian is still holding him. "Someone get him something to sit on," Marian called out; "He's hurt and needs medical attention." She helps Chip out of the restroom and into the main room where a crowd of eyes stared at them. "I think there's someone else in this room over here," Lea points towards the storage room She looked over at Allen, “When did you get here?" she asked, still fingering her knife. John, with his ear to the door, wonders how so many people all can end up in the same gas station. Not exactly knowing what's going on out there, he decides to stay put, since the only way to get through the door would be to shoot through it his only worry is the man who just threatened to shoot the others. He listens some more and tries to understand what's going on. Allen doesn’t see Jack and is caught off guard by Brenner and Lea’s question, standing with a deer in the headlights look, staring at his gun. “Uh…I…I have been here all night. I was waiting for someone to…”Allen looks at the ground “It doesn’t matter, he isn’t coming. Look, if you’re going to be making all this noise I suggest you find a better hiding place. I certainly will be soon. If you want to look like the clerk keep being so noisy.” He nods his head towards counter and chewed up clerk. “Well Chip if you are okay, I m going to check the rest of the building so there is not any unexpected surprises. Hey you with the little boy what are your names?”Brenner takes control everyone listens because he is in the military and they can all see he is a highly decorated soldier. “My name is Lea. What is yours?” She replied and asked Brenner a question. “I am Brenner.” The man with the gun replies. Silently two people entered the building although they did not notice each other "Hi. I heard something that sounded like voices. Probably should not be here long. If I heard voices, chances are that they heard them too. I am Miss Thomas by the way." And a tall slender teenager entered as well he says to everyone. "Hi, is this where everyone is hiding? By the way I am Michael C." in an out of breath tone. In his hand is a switchblade he borrowed from his classmate. “I think we should move somewhere else now there is too many of us in here and I think we have alarmed the zombies by now.” Lea says to the group. “No I don’t want to take this walking buffet to a new hiding place! We are all better off on our own or at the most in groups of two.” Allen says, eying Brenner, thinking he looks like the safest option for a partner. “My name is Allen” Allen says to Michael. Allen puts his hand around the back of his neck and, feels a lot of dried blood, he brings his hand back around in shock, seeing some of the blood on it. John counts on his fingers the number of voices he's heard. John says to himself "Seven people. So I just have to follow the odd man out, since he'll probably be lagging behind to scout for zombies, and I can find somewhere safer and keep some bait out in front of me in case some more of those things show up. They better get moving soon, I'm tired of being in this storeroom." John gets up quietly and starts stuffing some cans of food into his backpack. He then gets his bow and all his arrows that he hid behind the storeroom shelves along with his backpack. "Thank God for modern news channels. I knew I was smart to hide stuff back here since the FDA legalized insane amounts of hormone usage in Cattle food, and thank God I'm a vegetarian. I don't know if I would've been able to live with myself if I had killed Robert instead of one of those other zombies." He says to himself. He starts sliding his arrows into his quiver. Marian saw Allen looking at his hand in disbelief. "Want me to look at that. I am a doctor." "Okay," Allen said. "My name's Marian, by the way." Marian checked the back of his neck. It didn't seem to be serious and probably only required a couple of stitches. As she was checking him, a plastic card fell out of her pocket. Could it be? Marian thought as she picked it up. It was an access card. She had forgotten all about it when she ran out of the lab. I might need this later, she thought as she slipped it back into her pocket. “Alright, while you tend to his wounds, I'll search else where" Brenner heads towards the storeroom, still wielding his pistol unfortunately he lost his rifle when he got separated from his squad. “There is currently 7 people Allen who is the odd man out.” Michaels questions Allen. “I will go by myself If I have to.” Allen pointed out. “What about safety in numbers” Lea butted in. "Hmm..." Michael thought as he contemplated both ideas. He started to talk to the group. "Allen is worried that a larger group will attract more zombies than smaller groups. But Lea is worried that in a smaller group we won't be able to defend ourselves. I am not sure what Marian, Brenner, Chip, or Miss Thomas thinks, but I am proposing that the six of us split into two groups of three. I say Marian, Lea with her child and I go in one group and Brenner, Chip and Miss Thomas go in the other. Allen has already said he wanted to stay behind. Anyone else have other suggestions?" Michael says to everyone stopping Brenner in his tracks. Marian thought for a minute. "We need somewhere to meet," she said, "That way if we get in trouble we'll can find a place where we'll be safe and be able to trust one another. In case this splitting up thing fails." They needed food that will last for a good while, plenty of water, and plenty of weapons and things that can be made into weapons. They would also need clothes and shelter. The kid might get bored and want something to play with. Wal-Mart had all those things. "Let's meet at the local Wal-Mart." Brenner nods to Allen, finishing up on his search, Brenner joins in the conversation. "Be careful, HQ has set up snipers around the city to keep the virus in control. There's no doubt that they will shoot us on the spot. I don’t have many bullets left so there’s not much I can do to stop them." He then checks what he has on "I've got two combat knives, dead radio, empty magazines, and a flashlight. If we are moving, I suggest we plan where we are going. Is there a map around?" Brenner starts to look for a map. "I wish that they would get a move on" John thinks. "They need to get out of here soon; I don't know how much longer all of them can stay unspotted here. And what's this about snipers? I would think that they would notice normal people walking around, but the government has shown lately that it's totally incapable sometimes. Maybe the military is trying to take over or something. I don't know about this world anymore." Brenner apparently finding a map, John hears the bell tinkle as everyone leaves to meet up at the local Wal-Mart. John grabs his backpack, bow, and quiver, and walks over to the naked bulb lighting the storeroom. He pulls the chain, and all goes black. Chapter 2- On deck of the R.G. Co. liner The boat swayed back and forth as the violent waves pounded against the metal frame. Leaning back and forth nearly capsizing a few times. ‘Rain Genetics Co.’ read across the side of the metal ribs of the heavy ship. The paint was fading away and being peeled and rusted off with each splashing wave. The crews on board the trade vessel were running between the crates trying their best to keep the ship afloat. Repairing anything in need of repair and tying down loose cargo. There were six special wooden crates in the centre of the boat. They were of about the same size big enough to fit a large animal or the unthinkable…humans. Although all empty at the moment they were scheduled to be filled before arriving at the docks. They were traveling through the great lakes towards Duluth, Minnesota; from there the precious cargo would travel by transport truck 250 miles to their head quarters in the heart of Minneapolis. The doctor sat in his office, sorting through papers and documents. He was sitting in his chair with an evil grin from ear to ear while he fingered the precious stones. They glistened in the light and where rough, not cut yet. The greedy captain placed the jewels back into a box and walked towards his safe. Putting the small box in it beside a pile of cash, he opened a small drawer at the bottom of the safe containing important documents. Near the very bottom of the stack was a folder, he shoved his long wiry fingers in grasped the folder into his clammy hands. He closed the safe and grabbed his lab coat. While leaving his office, he closed the door behind him and locked it. Unable to trust even his crew… The doctor walked down the halls away from his office towards the testing area, the evil grin was now growing from ear to ear. He walked up to the first door on his right it was covered in danger signs and had a keycard lock with an eye and finger scanner. He swiped his card, leaned forward scanning his eyes and thumb at the same time. The door read above it test subjects. He entered as it buzzed signaling the lock releasing. He opened it up. He walked to his right there was several scientist studying rooms with two way mirrors. Behind the glass were people...mutated people. To the likings of Dr. Fazkev’s imaginations, his creations separated by a glass wall were normal once. Captured from their homes in Russia and mutated with drugs and experimental operations. It is supposedly for the greater good, but it hasn’t helped anyone yet. His sick twisted mind thinks up these tortures. Their memories wiped and they have no thoughts of home not even the look of their mother’s face, the look of a childhood home. Nothing. “Gary, how is Subject Number 5 doing?” Dr. Fazkev said to one of the observant scientists whilst adjusting his glasses. “His condition has worsened overnight sir; he seems to have rapid growth of scales since the last treatment. He is not so albino anymore.” Gary, the scientist replied almost with an amused chuckle to the inhumanity. Dr. Fazkev was now laughing at his horrible treatments, generally amused with the thoughts that it his drugs worked. “That is excellent, suffering and side effects are the key. What about Subject Number 2; Kerri?” “She has symptoms now that allow her to convert into a wolf like form; only under extreme emotions she can control it.” Gary answered, nervous about any other questions pertaining to Kerri. “Gary, what happened to Subject Number 4? Where is h-” Dr. Fazkev stopped mid-sentence as he walked closer to Subject Number 4’s cage. The blood across the walls and dragged bloody hand prints across the floor to Kerri’s cell. There was a small hole in the wall now adjoining the two cells. What remained of Subject Number 4 was unappealing to look at even for the perverse doctors. “I can explain sir.” Gary chirped in. “Kerri clawed her way in through the night when we were sleeping. “She ate her alive, we have it on surveillance; I tried to watch the video but puked before I could finish.” “What about the others?” Dr. Fazkev asked “They are all fine we have shifted Subject number 6 to the holding cell to prevent Kerri from attacking him too.” Gary responded. “That’s all I will see you in the morning when we unload them. Start shifting the others to their crates, we will deal with Kerri in the morning.” Dr. Fazkev said. He walked out of the room down the hall towards his office. Maybe I can catch some sleep before the big day tomorrow. He thought to himself. Authours Comments I will add Azill and others in earlier as they are not in the beginning of the roleplay. I will also be cutting out a few of the posts because they are very irrelevant and/or stupid. I will try to keep the storyline as close to the posting as possible but it will differ in some aspects. I hope this helps everyone with the roleplay for ideas of what is inside Rain Genetics Co. Marian if this helps develop your story roleplay use it. The next chapter will jump right into the roleplay. So in a future chapter their will be a flashback to what happened to Marian between the prologue and chapter 1. And as always Enjoy! This may get Longish. so you can start from the chapter titles i have provided. They are highlighted. ~~~CREDITS~~~ Written and Idea by: Jonah Mullen aka ~Godzilla725 Inspired by: The members of The Godlimations Forums and its roleplay. Edited by Godzilla, 27 Jun 2009, 09:10 AM.
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| Luemas | 3 Apr 2009, 06:50 AM Post #2 |
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I actually always kind of thought as the roleplay as kind of like a big book, that was being written, by a dozen different people... with no plot. 
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3 Apr 2009, 02:20 PM Post #3 |
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Well the plot was stated in my prologue, did you read it? |
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| Luemas | 5 Apr 2009, 02:54 PM Post #4 |
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Yeah, but remind me again? And also, this may require more work, but i suggest that you try less and just combine all of the posts and maybe you just try and keep the main idea of the story and combine it so you get the gist of it, but it's not like every paragraph is a different perspective. You see what I'm saying? |
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5 Apr 2009, 02:58 PM Post #5 |
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It is supposed to be like that until they merged into the group then im just going to keep it from a third person watching them as a group |
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| Luemas | 5 Apr 2009, 03:06 PM Post #6 |
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So you're doing it from like Azill's perspective then? |
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5 Apr 2009, 03:08 PM Post #7 |
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Azill is telling the story until I add him in... |
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| Luemas | 5 Apr 2009, 07:19 PM Post #8 |
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Right. I see now. It's all good. |
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5 Apr 2009, 08:25 PM Post #9 |
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I am so confuzzled... |
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| Luemas | 6 Apr 2009, 07:04 AM Post #10 |
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IN my confusion i removed it from myself by passing it onto you! Success! |
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| Zeo | 6 Apr 2009, 05:08 PM Post #11 |
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Yay! our Rpg I am happy (even though I don't come in till much later *COUGHS*) But yes woot awesome work to you Zilla hey I just found a song Zilla ZILLA taste like vanilla and dances to thrilla  Ok my definition of lame just came up a knotch  scary
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6 Apr 2009, 07:41 PM Post #12 |
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Actually you are in chapter 3...something not included in Roleplay much like prologue...I plan on writing a 120+page novel. I will add a lot of stuff not in the roleplay. ....Thanks to my friends ofcourse... |
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| Zeo | 6 Apr 2009, 09:04 PM Post #13 |
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Well I can dream that I shall be an important asset in the story later meh I like the random stuff that I make happen in the RPG
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6 Apr 2009, 09:12 PM Post #14 |
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| Zeo | 28 Jun 2009, 01:39 PM Post #15 |
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YAY!!! EEEE!! I'm so happy my character is in this! thanx zilla! |
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