OUTBREAK: ZERO is a semi post-apocalyptic pandemic roleplay set in the fictional city of Lethford, USA. Current season: Winter, 20/21.
March 2020. The world is in pandemonium as one month ago, GHNv-20 was confirmed, five months after the beginning of norovirus season. The number of the infected are in the higher hundred thousands, and the death toll is at an estimated 250,000, with about seventy percent of the rest of the population experiencing mild to moderate illnesses connected to the S. pyogenes bacteria.
The fear of the unknown has caused mass hysteria and panic.
In an attempt to provide a semblance of safety and control, military personnel patrol the streets, even here in Lethford City, and the police force is trying to keep up with the rising street violence, assault, and theft.
Welcome to OUTBREAK: zero. Will you survive?
HAYANA
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outbreak
/ˈaʊtbreɪk/ zero /ˈzɪərəʊ/
a sudden occurrence of something unwelcome, such as war or disease. number, no quantity or number; nought; the figure 0.
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[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
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"... stand clear of the closing doors please." Erin could hear the announcement as she stumbled down the stairs so fast that she almost tripped over her own feet. The beeping sound of the doors closing echoed through the underground metro station. It was already late and the train schedules were already adjusted to the current situation meaning there was only one train every hour - and Erin just missed this one. She stood in front of closed doors and no matter how many times she pushed the button they wouldn’t open again just for her. Dropping her hand in defeat her clear blue eyes watched in disappointment as the train left the station.
Sighing she took a step backward to stand behind the appointed line marking the safe zone of the platform. Now she had to wait an hour for the next train. She pondered about grabbing a cab but those were hard to come by nowadays. It seemed as if the only possible way of reaching your destination was by foot and there was no way she was going to walk to her apartment - not in the dark, not in the cold, not that far. Next time her boss was going to make her leave work later he would have to pay for a ride.
Digging around in the pocket of her black knee length coat she pulled out her phone to have at least something to do while she waited. She opened the internet browser and clicked on the news page. Her eyes carefully read every single line not to miss something important. It was crazy. She couldn’t believe people that a couple of weeks ago people started bulk buying so many things from all the markets resulting in most shelves being empty. People fighting over toilet paper videos popped up everywhere on social media. C-r-a-z-y.
A pop-up advert for a grocery delivery site appeared on her phone. Groceries. Erin didn’t like going to the supermarket near her apartment. She didn’t exactly live in the nicest area of the city. Rumors of rebels and gangsters hiding near all food resources and pharmacies made her feel even less secure. But either way she had to get some food at least. Opening her bag for some gum she remembered the trip to the bank she wanted to do before going home so she fished out her sky blue colored wallet. The blonde was just about to check how much cash she had left inside when suddenly someone bumped into her sending her wallet flying out of her hands and onto the train tracks.
"No!" she exclaimed, and rushed towards the edge of the platform.
CHASING VISION, JUST THE SURFACE, SHIRTS ON BACKWARDS,
NOT ON PURPOSE
I'VE BEEN LEARNING, SOMETHING BIGGER
Flavien rested his arms on his knees whilst sitting on a bench just outside the train station. That day had been one of the roughest days since he began his job at Prism Biotech. His boss had been in a less than chipper mood all day. Understandable, she had worked a 20 hour shift. But so had he. And on 2 hours of sleep no less! More deaths were rolling in daily, and the public pressure to understand the disease was stronger than ever. He felt like he was the villain, not the virus. But that's what he had signed up for. He had to remember; to the victor, goes the spoils. He had to hang in there, as the virus would have to eventually pass.
He wasn't sure exactly when he had fallen asleep on the bench, but he was so out of sorts that he hadn't even checked his phone for the time before he scrambled into the train station. Upon making his descent to the platform, he could tell by the lack of people on the platform itself, and the amount of people ascending pass him on the opposite set of stairs that the train must've just departed. "Fils de pute..." Closing his eyes and letting out a deep, defeated sigh. He observed his fellow commuters for the next train: a man, standing at what Flav could only assume was a million feet tall, a woman, blonde, and another hurried looking man, walking past the aforementioned blonde.
Despite his fatigue, he was able to process the sequence of events in real time, right down to the blonde woman making a motion towards the train tracks. 'Oh no... oh hey NO!' With a sudden burst of vivacious movement, Flavien bounded across the platform and to the woman approaching the edge of the platform. Without really considering his own strength (which in most cases, is a lack thereof) gripped the young woman's left forearm with a fair intensity and pulled her backwards a ways. "Hey what are you..I mean don't..don't go near the edge like that. I saw your wallet go over. They have people here that can get that kind of stuff for you." He released her arm only after he was done with his heroic speech. "Er..I'm sorry about the uh..grabbing your arm..thing." He immediately make several awkward motions as if was going to..'pet' her forearm? "Did it hurt? I'm sorry if it did, I just..you know.." his fatigue was beginning to tax him again. Now that his adrenaline was spent, he could just about fall over.
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[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
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Erin wasn’t sure what made her leap forward towards the edge. It wasn’t something she would usually do without questioning it. Perhaps it was the shock from dropping it unexpectedly... a reflex? On second thought it seemed like a very stupid idea but it was already too late for this realization to kick in - or maybe not. She was more than surprised when she felt someone grabbing her arm and yanking her back. She stumbled backwards on her heels and almost twisted her ankle but she managed to somehow get a hold of herself before it could happen. "It’s alright… thank you, I suppose." she said slowly, lifting her head to look at the stranger who had prevented her from jumping onto the train tracks to get her wallet. When he asked her if his grasp had hurt her but she shook her head denying it.
Rummaging around in her bag she started looking for something, pushing back a strand of hair behind her ear. Her day definitely wasn’t going well and there was no hope in sight of it getting any better. She needed her wallet. Not only because of the transportation card, credit cards, money… no. The keycard to her apartment was in it as well. She was sincerely hoping it might be flying around loose in her bag like usually but of course today was the day where it was neatly tucked away in the second pocket inside the wallet between her identification card and office keycard where it belonged. If she wasn’t going to get it back soon she would need to spend the night somewhere else. Maybe the office? Maybe she could call a friend. But before she was going to start thinking about a Plan B she had to make sure there really was no possibility of retrieving it.
"But-" the blonde hesitated, blue eyes wandering towards the tracks. She could see her wallet. It was right there. "Do you know how to contact them? Do I need to call someone?" she asked him, not sure if they would still be working nowadays. Erin took out her phone and unlocked it, taking a few looks around the platform. There wasn’t anyone nearby who looked like they could give her more information or help. The thought of spending the night outside wasn’t a very comforting one. "I really hope they are still available at this time."
"No!" she exclaimed, and rushed towards the edge of the platform.
CHASING VISION, JUST THE SURFACE, SHIRTS ON BACKWARDS,
NOT ON PURPOSE
I'VE BEEN LEARNING, SOMETHING BIGGER
Flavien breathed a small sigh of relief. He could add 'not getting sued for physical harassment' to his list of accomplishments that day. Well, it's not as if he expected the worst of people, but he certainly wouldn't be surprised. Upon further inspection, the woman looked nice enough actually. She had a soft look about her- not necessarily one of weakness, but rather an approachable manner which further put the young scientist at ease. "I do actually. Do you know that lady that sits behind the glass at the top of the stairs? If you ask her, she should call a custodian who can help retrieve your property from the tracks." He wondered for a moment whether the custodians would be considered 'essential' workers or not. He hadn't noticed any on the way in. Then again, he hadn't noticed much of anything until this woman made a move for the tracks.
A secondary thought had crossed his mind as well after delivering the information of how to go about getting back her wallet. Now that the train was freshly departed, was Flavien honestly about to wait for the next train to visit his parents? Surely not. He pursed his lips gently before deciding to utilize a service afforded to him by his job- a company ride share. He'd have to return home to get some shut eye, a shower, and maybe even a quick bite.
Returning his attention to the woman in seemingly a slight distress, he decided he would offer his assistance further. "I can assist you with getting your stuff back." Flavien wasn't quite sure if he intended to offer his corporate to the woman as well. That would likely depend on a further evaluation of what she was really like, and how far she would end up having to go. "But you have to do me a favor; don't ever do that again. According to the NSC, there were over 800 train related deaths in the United States in 2018. Doesn't sound like a lot but.. it's over 2 a day." He had accidentally become encyclopedic in his approach, but he genuinely wished for her well-being, as well as the well-being of everyone else. Shaking his head, "Anyway," he continued, "come with me. We'll get your stuff back." Turning away from her, he proceeded to head up the stairs, satisfied with his perceived success of a partially resolved situation.
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[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
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“Thanks a lot! You’re my life saver.” she told him, flashing him a grateful smile, her nude rose colored lips framing a set of clean white teeth. However, she felt her cheeks getting a little warmer than they were supposed to be after she realized that he literally was her life saver. Not only for helping her retrieve the wallet but for stopping her from jumping like an idiot onto the train tracks. She might not have gotten hit by an incoming train as it was scheduled for an hour later but she might have gotten electrocuted by the tracks themselves - or she could have just simply slipped and crack her skull open by falling very unfortunate. Erin blinked at him and mumbled another thank you, before nodding along what he was telling her.
She had to admit she didn’t remember someone sitting upstairs. She was in such a hurry to catch her train - basically every single time. She never really paid attention to anything except the voice announced the arrival and departure of the train. A third “Thank you.” found its way past her lips when he offered her to assist her with getting her wallet back. Three times in a row. New Record. Blue eyes looked up at him as he brought up doing him a favor. She nodded along, a little surprise about the sudden and unexpected information, but she was totally fine with complying to his wish. “Sure. Don’t worry. I don’t have any desire to do that again.” If she doesn’t happen to lose something in the tracks again.
She followed him up the stairs she had almost tumbled down earlier. Erin wasn’t particularly clumsy but there were just some days which seemed cursed. Today was one of them. She was unaware of the heel of one of her shoes having cracked earlier when she tried to balance herself and not twist her ankle. "I'm Erin, by the-" It snapped off her shoe, forcing Erin to slip off the edge of the stair she was stepping on. A high pitched scream escaped her lips. Trying to save herself from falling down the stairs backwards she helplessly grabbed at anything in front of her.
