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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Hi! I'm Haya. I'm pretty much your girl for everything! If you have any questions regarding our plot, membergroups, etc. don't hesitate to ask me. I'm also in charge of coding, graphics, anything skin related, and advertising/affiliates.
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ADDI
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Hey! I'm Addi. Hit me up if you need help with anything. I'm always for plotting so don't be shy. I like coffee, booze, and working out. I'm back from a long hiatus the dead so if you need anything, best ask the others until I get back into the groove of things!
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FINNLEY
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Hi hello! My name is Finnley, or Finn, call whichever and I'll be there for you (yes like the FRIENDS theme song). I am in charge of the claims and helping with miscellaneous things. Let me know if you have any questions!
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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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Tapping his ticket on the digital reader, Casey pushed through the turnstile's metal bars and made his way down the stairs to the lower grounds of the subway station. The typical subway smell hit him even before he entered the station... the mixed smell of creosote, steel brake dust, electrical smoke, garbage, human sweat, and urine. ... stand clear of the closing doors, please.
A man rushed past him, running towards the train as the doors started closing. "Hold the door, hold the door." he yelled, and fortunately for him, someone actually did hold the door. The automatic doors opened once again, but for the last time, letting the now out of breath man stumble inside the train. Casey could see how he mouthed a quick thanks to the stranger and ignored the angry stares he was given by passengers who didn't appreciate arriving thirty seconds late at home or their transfer station.
Hands tucked away in the pockets of his black leather jacket, the bodyguard made his way to the middle of the platform, aiming for one of the drinks vending machine. He fished out some dollar notes and slipped them inside the cash slit before pressing the button for a simple soda. The bright, green can dropped down with a loud thud echoing through the empty platform. He grabbed the can, opening the tab with a quick pull. He took a long sip of the sweet, sweet drink, wiping away a drop escaping its way.
A glance at the countdown clock told him the next south bound train would arrive in 63 minutes. That was completely fine with him. Casey would avoid driving cars or getting a cab whenever he could. Work forced him to but in his free time, he would walk or take public transport, despite the lack of trains and busses available because of the virus. The subway would run every hour, the busses perhaps too. But he would rather wait two hours - or walk home - than sit in a cramped car no matter how nice of a car it is.
He walked over to one of the pillars, eyes lazily looking at a billboard hanging on the wall on the other side of the train tracks. It was displaying a woman advertising snacks but someone had drawn a mask over her face. Casey couldn't help but scoff at it before taking another sip of his drink, patiently waiting for the next train to arrive.
Catie had been working late for the past few days, and she was ready to go home and crash. Though she was only a nurse, it felt like she had been run through and left out to dry within the ER. And from the sounds of it, everyone else was starting to feel the same way. Thankfully, she had requested the next few days off a couple of months ago - long before the pandemic rocked Lethford. And they were nice enough to still give it to her, but she told them if they absolutely needed her, they could call her. But only if it was life-or-death, she needed this time off.
She made her way to the Metro, tapping her ticket against the reader and pushing through the metal bars. If she hurried, she could make the train. However, just as her heels clicked down the steps, she watched as it pulled away. She groaned, rubbing at her eyes for a second, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and adjusting the mask. It looks like she was waiting for the next train. She moved deeper into the area, finding the vending machine, looking to see if she wanted anything. She was hungry, but she thought a soda would due before she got home and could cook something. Her attention snapped towards the countdown clock, noting that it was a little over an hour before the next train.
She sighed, pushing a dollar into the machine and picking her drink, a loud thud sounding as it reached the bottom. She never understood that...it would likely make the drink flat. But she guessed that no one cared about what they drank in a dirty metro station. She turned her attention, tapping her fingers against the top of the can - a ritual she did before she would pop it open, her dad used to do it all the time.
Her eyes took in the lack of people, besides the guy leaning against one of the pillars. Taking a chance, she walked over, cracking the can open as she did so. "You miss the train too?" she questioned, her British accent evident in her voice, before taking a sip of her drink—Yup...definitely flat.
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[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
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It didn’t take long for Casey to finish the whole can of soda. The heat had started to diminish but the humidity at night was even worse. The beverage had managed to clench his thirst for the moment but he already started fumbling around inside his jacket’s pocket for some more change, ready to get another can if he needed to. Blue eyes wandered around the platform until they found what they were looking for: a trash can. He couldn’t be bothered to walk to it, so instead, he aimed and tossed it right into the container.
Taking out his phone he opened the internet browser and started scrolling through different news pages. The situation in the city was getting worse and it was evident. People were going crazy over the lack of toilet paper just a few months ago. Little did they know that definitely was going to be the least of their problems. After the damage caused on the City Hall by the riots and rebels his boss - the mayor - started working from home entirely. It would mean less work for Casey but ever since being assigned to his troublemaker daughter, it seemed like it was even more work.
The moment a voice broke through the silence of the subway station Casey glanced up, eyebrows slightly raised as he looked at the woman who had approached him. He lowered the arm holding his phone, clicking it shut while straightening his neck.
"Yes." he answered, his voice a little on the dull side, his expression a portrait of sheer apathy. Out of habit, he gave the blonde a quick once over, wondering what her intentions could be. She didn’t necessarily look like the kind to rob people but one should never judge by appearance because all he knew was that she might not be alone. "Can I help you with something?" Casey asked, letting his phone slip back into his jacket.
