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.
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]I stopped trying to prove you wrong we've fought this way too longno ones to blame but our bad habits
[attr="class","dilyric3"]bad happens
[attr="class","dibody3"]
Working with informants - especially civilians - had always been such a tricky thing. You never knew if you could trust them, especially if they were suggested by someone else. You never knew if they were worth it... if the information they supposedly had was even valid or had any truth to it. You never knew if they would be snitches selling you out to someone who probably shouldn't know about the business you're going after. Yet, Aaron didn't have many choices. So here he was, sitting in a rented car, following a lead, or rather a tip, he was given.
After running a background check and having one of his own men spy on them, to make sure he wasn't going to fall straight into a trap because he deserved it more than anyone else, he took matters into his own hands. Fingers started tapping the steering wheel impatiently as emerald hues observed the street, waiting for something to happen - or someone to appear. He took his phone out of his jacket, unlocked the screen, and tapped the small messages icon. It was the most recent one he received from an unknown number with nothing more than an address, date, and time. Aaron had waited a whole week for this message to finally appear and he was up and running out of the apartment he started renting upon his arrival in Lethford City in no time.
Leaning slightly forward to get a better grasp on the camera he turned it on and focused it on the man nearby. He watched him as he lit a cigarette, seemingly just standing around with no purpose. For fifteen minutes he was standing there, doing nothing, and Aaron couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh and a low growl as a woman appeared and the two disappeared down the street. Nothing more than a couple meeting each other - despite lockdown rules.
He let himself fall back into the seat, placing the camera on the passenger's seat. There was a cup of coffee in the cupholder but it had been sitting there since he arrived and as he picked it up it was cold. Not that he minded or cared anyway. He still continued to drink from it, taking a long sip before putting it back into the cupholder. As his phone screen lit up his gaze wandered over - a hopeful sparkle in his eyes. He opened the message but it turned out to be a spam message sent by the government to remind citizens to stick to the hygiene regulations and curfews.
Aaron looked out of the front window - the sun was setting, time was flying by so fast he didn't even realize. Another message popped up... just as someone appeared in the same spot the guy stood earlier. His attention focused solely on the man who didn't smoke but instead looked around nervously. This one seemed to be more interesting than the last one.
[attr="class","ditags3"]@juno - boop. if anyone wants to reply to this but doesn't have any ideas hit me uppp. I have a couple in mind lmao
Things were calm, almost too calm these days. After the attack that happened a little while ago, destroying the government building and raiding the hospital, the military seemed to be on high alert. Plus, the constant breaking the curfew that some of these kids did here and there, especially that group of "artists," spreading their propaganda. This town was going to the shits, and the virus wasn't helping. But she had bigger things to worry about besides vandalism and curfew breakers...she was given an assignment.
It was a weird one, one that she had been surprised to get herself. She was tasked with watching another officer out in the field and figuring out who he was working with. It was the same guy that blew up his entire unit. It was like a horror story that was told to the other units in the special forces. It had been a surprise to many, but they didn't think he was working alone. He had been friendly with his unit, or so it seemed. Why did he suddenly turn?
She was told to watch him, pretty much track him and see if he could lead her to whoever worked for him, whoever tasked him with doing such a thing. She had been doing well for the past few weeks, but tonight...that was different. Supposedly he was on a stakeout, and she was going to crash it. She had stayed in her car, parked further away from his own, watching. She had noticed a couple meeting each other, despite lockdown getting ready to go into effect. She didn't have time for that. Just as she saw a man looking around nervously, she decided to get out of her car.
Aaron Lowell was parked close enough that it wasn't much distance from her location, but far enough that it wouldn't spook the guy. Once she arrived at his passenger door, she knocked against the glass, bending down to make eye contact with Officer Lowell.
Aaron Lowell ● let me know if anything needs changing
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]I stopped trying to prove you wrong we've fought this way too longno ones to blame but our bad habits
[attr="class","dilyric3"]bad happens
[attr="class","dibody3"]
His phone was quiet again, not a single message popping up on the screen. Aaron let out a slightly annoyed sigh before reaching for a pair of binoculars to get a better look at the dude standing over at the street. He didn’t seem too suspicious, though, his fidgeting and moving around was a little off. He opened the compartment on the passenger seat side, revealing not only a pair of binoculars but also a gun. Grabbing just the binoculars and then closing the compartment again he held it in front of his eyes, adjusting the radius.
There was yet no sight of another person and Aaron started believing there was no one joining the other guy. Maybe it was just another false tip anyway and the guy was just some random person out for a walk and maybe Aaron was just wasting his time. Nevertheless, the was just this small tug inside his gut telling him there might be more. A feeling which wouldn’t make him leave, so he continued his observations.
The air conditioning inside the car was running on the highest mode, and even though the sun had set it was still hot and humid outside and inside the car. It was going to be a long night he assumed, pulling on the side of his seat to lean back slightly, arms crossing over his chest, fingers tapping the bare skin on his right biceps restlessly and to no set rhythm.
Attentive eyes were glued to the dubious stranger. As another man seemed to be approaching him Aaron moved back forward in an instant but it was, again, just someone passing by. Feeling even more restless and impatient he slapped his steering wheel with both palms of his hands before a knock on the passenger's window grabbed his attention.
Aaron turned his head to the side at the sudden knock on his car window, eyebrows raised questioningly as to who it would be. The sight of a brunette he did not recognize came into view and he rolled down the window. "Sorry, I’m in no need of a hooker." he told her, giving her a dismissive wave with his hand, before pushing the button to roll the window back up.
[attr="class","ditags3"]@juno - car doors are unlocked just fyi
When she signed up to work in the military, she never saw herself being teamed up with someone. Sure, she has a squad and the little group that she worked with, but she had been given orders to get information on another member of the same division and a different group. At first, she was reluctant to do so - she didn't want to get into trouble because she was caught around the guy, even after reading the file on him, plus the rumors that she heard through the grapevine. Juno had begrudgingly agreed to it, though she was sure that if it was a direct order...there was no getting out of it.
And even as she stood outside his car, she knew that she wasn't going to like this any more than he was. Watching as he rolled down the window and called her a hooker before putting it back up. She was speechless, shocked even, and then her blood boiled as she bit her tongue. She really wasn't going to like working with this guy. And without even a second thought, her hand shot out, grabbing the door handle and pulled it open. She was lucky; the damn thing was unlocked. And then, she slipped inside, shutting the door behind her.
The brunette looked at him, "Before you call me a fucking hooker again..." she breathed out, pulling her dog tag from beneath her blouse and leather jacket. "Officer Sullivan of the Special Forces. The big boss decided we would make a good team Officer Lowell."
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]I stopped trying to prove you wrong we've fought this way too longno ones to blame but our bad habits
[attr="class","dilyric3"]bad happens
[attr="class","dibody3"]
Aaron leaned back slightly against the driver’s door, lifting one surprised eyebrow at the sudden opening of his car’s door and the brunette just inviting herself in. "Make yourself a home." he said, gesturing at the inside of his car, sarcasm filling his voice. He listened to her talk, introduce herself, and explain why she was inside his car but he honestly didn’t care about all of it. Whoever she was, whatever she was doing here, and whatever her purpose was was unnecessary information to him.
"Well, Officer Sullivan of the Special Forces. I don’t remember asking for a team. Also, maybe you’re not aware of this but right now I’m off duty. So if you could mind your own business." he began, a pursed lips smile forming on his face as he gave her a quick once over, raising his eyebrows just slightly. Aaron expected her to leave, get out of his car, really just mind her own business. He gave her a quick once-over, somewhat wanting to make yet another comment on her choice of occupation but instead, he just snorted at her.
Rolling his eyes at her, he grabbed his cold coffee and took a long sip, licking over his upper lip as he finished it. "I’ll talk to the big boss tomorrow morning. Don’t worry. This whole team issue won’t be a thing anymore by the time you wake up tomorrow." he said, shrugging ever so slightly. His gaze moved from her to the guy he was busy observing, only to see him gone.
"Seriously?" he let out, slamming his hand against the steering wheel. Halfway moving his body back to the intruder he glared her down. "Thanks for the distraction." he snapped, turning on the engine, stepping on the gas softly to roll down the street. Furious eyes looked around, trying to spot the dude. His gaze flickered towards his phone but no new text appeared. If he lost yet another chance for information he might consider murdering someone. "If you want to leave, go jump. I won't stop."
