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?
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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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Christian nodded along as his partner kept talking about his failed attempt at having his neighbor arrested for not abiding the law and throwing parties. "I mean I get annoyed by calls like this too but he's having people over every single day and doesn't give a frick about the pandemic. It's because of people like him it's getting worse." he rambled, slapping the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. Chris raised his eyebrows, almost choking at the coffee he was sipping on. "What did this innocent steering wheel ever do to you. You should let it out on the punching bags at the police gym after the shift. I'll gladly join you." he offered, wiping off some drops of coffee which had landed on his pants after accidentally spitting out some.
"There's nothing you can do now. Idiots will be idiots and even if we arrest him he will be freed with a fine to pay and continue to throw parties every night. Let natural selection do its job." he said and shrugged, cupping the luke warm coffee in his hand to savor the leftover heat before taking another sip.
Watching the street in front of them and the alleys they passed while patrolling this neighborhood his eyes halted on some graffiti on a wall. They stopped at a red light, giving him some more time to look at it. He snickered, shaking his head and pointed at it for his partner to see. "If I get my hands on these people I will make them scrub the walls until it looks newly built again."
"Let me use the restroom over there real quick. I'll be right back." his partner said before rushing out of the car and hurrying across the street towards some poorly lit restroom sign. Christian sighed, tapping the window on his side as he continued watching the area to check for any kind of disturbances. His eyes caught a hint of movement further down an alley. "He's so slow." he sighed and snatched the keys of the car before stepping outside, making sure to lock it. His partner would have to wait once he was done.
Christian unsnapped his flashlight from his belt and turned it on, holding it in front of him as he jogged towards the alley. He slowed down once he was near the spot where he had seen a silhouette of a person turn around the corner. Careful steps made their way closer and closer. "LCPD. Stop whatever you're doing."
[attr="class","ditags3"]@gwen - hope this is okay c:
There was no doubt in the world that Gwen was against the current predicament. There were forces in this world that even she knew that she couldn't fight. At least, not by herself. But if the entire world were to see the truth and see the corruption and the forces that were at play behind this plague, she could if people could turn to her side, to fight the corruption and the darkness of this state, then who knows what could happen in the future. That was why she turned her street art, a place to show her artistic talent shown to her by her best friend - to create Parradox.
Parradox was someone that wanted to open the eyes of everyone to unfair treatment of the civilians. To show that the government, and the police force, were working against them. Each night was something different, but had the same message - eventually, they would have to fight back. It was time to take back the world from these people.
That night, she wasn't going to be alone, though. There was a small group of protesting artist that had joined her case. They all had aliases, things they signed their paintings with. Some she knew the real name of, others were strangers to her. It worked that way. It was easy to keep real identities secret if you didn't know them. They all had their tasks, and each one got to work.
It was almost an hour later when their lookout spotted a police car heading their way. Gwen, of course, saw this as an opportunity instead of as a bad thing - and while the others gathered their things, she got ready. 'Parradox, we need to get out of here.' She shook her head, "No. I'm going after that cruiser. You guys need to lure the cops away, let me get my message on..." she said, grabbing her spray bottle and shaking it. She got a headshake in response before he said it was her funeral and disappeared. She hid in the darkness, watching as a cop started after her friends, 'LCPD. Stop whatever you're doing.'
She smirked, leaving her spot behind some boxes and headed for the car. In seconds she started to spray it, the words "corrupt" funding their way onto the side of the car. She had crossed out the word "police" in bright red, spraying the other word in white. 'Hey! You what the hell are you doing?!' The voice had come from the doorway of a shitty looking bathroom, her eyes widened, and she quickly dropped the spray paint, booking it down another alleyway. From behind her, she could hear the male calling for his friend, telling him his last position.
She hadn't realized that she was heading straight for the partner, taking a turn a little too sharp and sliding against the ground. Groaning in pain, she looked up, taking in the silhouette of a person just in front of her, the light in the alleyway barely keeping him hidden. Her eyes widened as she struggled to her feet, quickly turning and heading down another side of the alley. Sadly for Gwen, she was limping as she ran, having twisted her ankle or something when she slid on the wet cement.
"You really fucked up this time," she panted, still trying to evade the police that she likely had hot on her trail.
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Christian hurried after a group of people but they dispersed so quickly he barely followed one of them until they vanished in direction of a closeby subway station entrance. He jogged back to where he came from, where he saw them.
His flashlight was aimed at one of the paintings or rather, graffitis, on the wall. He inspected it carefully, the spray paint still wet and dripping drown the stones. Whoever had done that must be nearby somewhere. The talk of solo artists or a group of artists spreading their anti-law enforcement pictures all over Lethford City had already reached the police department a while ago. He saw a couple of hate messages painted on buildings cooperating with the police and military but never really gave it any thought. People always had something to be mad about and hatred against law enforcement was old news.
“Damnit someone sprayed graffiti on our car. We’re so doomed. Where are you anyway?!” Christian heard his partner speak on the radio. He tilted his head slightly, scrunching his nose as he turned off the flashlight for a brief moment. Actually doing my job unlike you, he quietly thought to himself. “I saw suspicious activity nearby. Your little restroom break took too long. Couldn’t bother to wait.” the young officer replied, mentally rolling his eyes in slight annoyance at his partner. The two of them weren’t best friends and the chances of them becoming best friends were very, very low. They just accepted each other as it was, not able to change or switch partners anyhow.
Christian’s sense of duty was stronger and more distinct than his. Plus, he was fitter. Much fitter. He would be up and in the car within a second. His partner, however, would slog after him like a slug. There were times when Christian would have loved to drive off without him, but he couldn’t. He sadly wasn’t allowed to.
“Suspect spotted. Trailing on foot. Stay by the car!” he said, adding some curses after taking his thumb off the button. Christian took off, a light jog turning into a sprint within moments. This was going to be a breeze, he thought, and perhaps hoped. The heels of his black duty boots trudged against the ground as he rushed after the silhouette of a woman. “Lethford City Police Department! Stop!”
“I said STOP.” He was already listing all the charges inside his head: disorderly conduct, public vandalism, vandalism against government property, fleeing and attempting to elude police. He followed without a break, fast but carefully turning the corner as they did. Whoever was trying to outrun him, seemed to be slowing down. It shouldn’t take him long to catch up. If he could get just a little closer he could attempt to tackle them. But he was too far away, still.
“I can do this all night long if you don’t stop!” he yelled, his breath staggering ever so slightly. He was going to pursue that person to the other side of the city if he had to. There was no way he would let someone escape. “Wanna bet who lasts longer?!”
[attr="class","ditags3"]@gwen - hope this is okay. btw, do whatever you want lmao throw trash at him, spray paint at him, throw the spray paint can at him, kick him pfft
Her breaths came out in pants as her feet pounded against the ground. She was lucky that her hair was up in a ponytail, tucked beneath a black cap, or else it would be all in her face as she ran. They usually dressed in all black and hid their hair up; that way, there was no defining features. Because her hair was easy to pick out of a crowd, being a ginger. While people were envious of her hair color, being her natural color, it was something that could help identify her, which was why she opted to put it up and out of sight. And it came in hand when running away, though this time...they were too close.
The sound of him identifying himself and calling after her only pushed her further and further. Just as she rounded one of the corners in the alley, she grabbed one of the metal trash cans and pushed it into the ground. Of course, she grunted, watching as the smelly trash spilled out, a soda can rolling towards her before she took off again.
She ran for a few more minutes before she grabbed another trash can and did the same time. However, unlike last time, she turned around a corner and came face to face with a fence. One that she could climb if given enough time. She swallowed, jumping onto the metal and started to pull herself up. Then, her ripped black jeans got stuck on a piece of the broken metal fence, and she started to tug at it. "Fuck, fuck," she breathed out, pulling a little too hard. Not only did she rip the pants for real, but the metal was also sharp enough. It sliced at her leg, blood appearing on the spot, but at least she was free to climb once more.
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The summer heat was definitely slowing him down a little even though it had cooled down significantly. He was still sweating through the uniform, strands of his dark hair sticking to his forehead. It was about time for a haircut. Too bad all stores were closed. He was still on her trails, closing in as he reached the corner she just turned. Christian was about to call out once again when the sudden appearance of a trash can in front of him threw him off, barely managing to avoid falling over it as it rolled into his direction, by jumping. However, he couldn’t avoid stepping into some of the trash, grimacing as he looked down at his shoes for a brief moment.
He scrunched his nose at the sticky feeling underneath his soles and the smell, his fairly content face expression quickly turning into an annoying glare. Foot chases were the worst especially if the suspect was fit enough to keep running like this. Another trash can was thrown into his direction and unfortunately, this time he wasn’t able to avoid it in time as he ran straight into it.
His foot got caught before he could lift it high enough and he dove into the ground, digging his face into some trash that spilled out. Growling and muttering under his breath he pushed himself back up with his hands, reaching for the gun which had fallen out of his hands before impact. As he scrambled back onto his feet he wiped at his face, his face contorting at all the things he had stuck on it. He made a mental note to wash his face with sanitizer later.
By the time he was ready to continue running, even though it was just a moment, she had already vanished around the corner. Christian turned around the same corner, expecting her to be gone when a rattling noise caught his attention and his eyes moved up to see her attempting to climb a fence. His hand reached up to grab her but she was already too high up for him to be able to get her from the ground, but Christian had no intention of following her by climbing up the fence as well. The sound of fabric ripping made him do a double-take before he let out a short-lived laugh. Lifting an eyebrow he cleared his throat.
He quickly switched out the gun for his taser, holding it up as he aimed at a spot next to her. Plan A was to get her down by her own will, plan B was to get her down with force and plan C was to look for a way to get on the other side without climbing it. "One last warning. Get down or I will make use of this. Electricity and metal don’t mix well." he warned, raising his voice so it would be loud enough to hear.
Gwen hadn't seen the police officers encounter with the trash can that she had thrown in his path, but she heard it. He definitely hit into it, the sound of it echoing from behind her. Of course, she would have loved to see if it was just a trip or a face-first into the dirty alleyway, but she couldn't. She had to use this time to her advantage and get the hell out of dodge. And it helped, pushing herself further and further, but he was a fast one. Or maybe getting stuck on the metal fence just slowed her down, because the minute she freed herself - ripping her jeans in the process - he appeared.
She continued to climb, not exactly realizing that he was behind her until she heard a sniffle of laughter and then a clearing of his throat. She froze for a second, her hand reaching up, but she didn't grab the fence to pull herself up more. Was she fucked? 'One last warning. Get down or I will make use of this. Electricity and metal don't mix well.' Slowly her head turned to the side, making use of the shadows to hide her features beneath her black beanie. A snort left her lips, "You got a little something on your shirt. Take a dip in the trash?" she questioned, attempting to keep her laughter at bay.
She didn't take the warning, moving her foot in the next opening and pulling herself up. Why would she listen? She was so close to the top that she could pull herself up once more to sit on the top of it, looking down at him, she gave him a salute before she heaved her other leg off and pushed away from the metal. Her feet landed on the ground on the other side. However, her leg gave out the minute of the impact. A gasp of pain, leaving her lips as a wave of agony, went up from her ankle to her calf.
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One side of his lips twitched in response to her snort. Scrunching his nose at the smell coming off from his uniform. It wasn’t too bad but it was still bad. The summer heat just worsened the rotting process of the trash and thus the smell was worse than usual as well. “Once I get my hands on you I will make you take a dip in the trash just so we’re even.” he replied, his taser aimed at the fence.
Christian didn’t want to pull the trigger on the taser, so he hesitated, only to watch her climb to the top and jump down. “No!” he shouted, moving forward and slamming his hand against the fence. The metal rattled in response and he watched her land on the other side. “Do us both a favor and just stay there!”
Muttering something under his breath he put away his taser and took off, making his way around the buildings. It was an endless wall of buildings before he finally reached a small alleyway which looked like it could lead to the bigger one he needed to go to. His radio turned on as his partner communicated with him. “Where are you?” he asked, just as Christian made it to the end of it but it was a dead end.
There was a wall, a wall he couldn’t possibly climb but he spotted the fence she just climbed over, nearby. Christian, out of breath from all the running, bent over for a very brief break, one hand resting on his thigh while the other got a hold of the radio to answer. “Still chasing the suspect. Are you nearby yet?” He raised both eyebrows in disbelief when he was told his partner was still waiting where the car was parked.
Dark eyes scanned the area and paused on a larger trash container, the kind where you could dispose of a body of. Maybe a good place for his partner’s body to throw in when the time would come - which seemed to be soon. Christian could not wait to get rid of that dumbass.
But there was no time to think about that now. He walked over to the container and started pushing it to the wall. If he climbed on top of it he should be able to make it over but he needed something else to get on the container itself without climbing into it first. He quickly found a regular silver, trash can and placed it in front of the container, using it to get on top of the other lid. The smell emerging from that one was even worse than the smell on his clothes.
He hauled himself up the wall and looked down. His eyes found the female he was chasing earlier and as he half-sat on top of the wall he held out a hand. “Stay. Do not move. You’re already in deep trouble. Don’t make it worse.” Christian warned her, swinging himself over the wall.
The officer seemed amused by the ginger's response to her comment about the trash, giving his own that made a smirk appear on her lips. She didn't answer him though, already moving up the fence and jumping over. She heard his yell as her body fell from the top to the ground, the sound of the metal rattling as he grabbed at it. However, her pain kept her there, body on the ground as he told her to stay there. He disappeared, leaving her to hold onto her ankle. "Like hell," she growled out, grabbing the fence to stand. The pain shot up her ankle, and she groaned.
She started to move, using the wall to help her stand. It wasn't broken, that was for sure, but she knew something was up. Either she twisted it and would be back to running in a few seconds, or she sprained it, and she was fucked. Maybe she should have listened to her friends. It was then, as she moved slowly through the alley that she was found once more. 'Stay. Do not move. You're already in deep trouble. Don't make it worse.' Her head spun around to take him in, half-seated on a nearby wall.
And what did she do? She took that cue to run - and run, she did not. She started to take off, only for her ankle to scream in pain and for her to fall to the ground a few feet away. The alley's mouth was just a few inches; she could see the street - but she was done. Finished. There was no more running for her. So what did she do? She twisted on her butt, having it against the ground and her body facing where the police officer was making his way towards her. She put one of her hands up, the other holding at her throbbing ankle - she surrendered.
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Christian jumped off of the wall, focusing on rolling his feet so he wouldn’t end up hurting himself. He landed safely, brushing away some dirt off of his pants. He turned around partly to take a look at the wall, giving himself a satisfied nod before turning back to make his way to the runaway. Today was one of those days where he just really wanted to get off work, go home, grab a bottle of wine and just do nothing. Ignore everything and everyone. Forget this chase ever happened. Ah, and maybe take a long shower to get rid of the garbage smell surrounding him.
He almost didn’t believe his eyes as they watched her going for yet another run. He was so done with her, so done with this chase. His hand moved to his side, flipping open the holster of his taser once more, gripping it tightly as he pulled it out halfway. Christian intended on using it - for real this time - if she wouldn’t have stopped. He wasn’t planning on chasing her to the other side of town. This was it. She better surrender now or he wouldn’t be that nice anymore. Letting her off with merely a warning was never going to happen now.
But then he watched her fall back on the ground, releasing his grip on the taser and letting it fall back in. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he moved towards her, carefully observing her every movement. Reaching for his radio he switched the channel from his direct line to his partner to the official dispatch one, letting them know about an upcoming arrest. He shook his head as he approached, snickering softly before lending her a helping hand, slightly leaning down. “Do you need medical assistance? An ambulance?” he asked her, tilting his head a little to see her ankle better, the corners of his lips lifting upward into a small smile. “Can you get up?”
