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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/ˈaʊtbreɪk/ zero /ˈzɪərəʊ/
a sudden occurrence of something unwelcome, such as war or disease. number, no quantity or number; nought; the figure 0.
i wish i could help you to not feel so out of place.
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he return to the Memorial Clinic wasn’t really the most welcoming but Beau wasn’t surprised- they were in the middle of battling an outbreak that was growing. There were pieces of the clinic that were segregated off with some of the sickest patients he had seen in a long time. Whatever this was, it was kicking this city on its ass. The number of patients that came in was never-ending- whether it was people who were in fights, gunshot wounds, robberies that have gone wrong. They had to be treated and with nothing wanting him home, the older man was taking names in the backroom to catch sleep but probably hadn’t gone home for a good fifty or so hours hours. Despite being one of the oldest yet newer residents, he was used to not getting much sleep due to his studies at Prism.
A sigh escaped his nose as his eyes went over the file of his latest patient- a woman who had been in a scuffle. Nothing too serious but the small clinic's ER was really getting packed with people lately- if the curfew was in effect, they would have that break to catch up on sleep, documents, and anything else that needed attention. It was nearing the time for cut off and any that came would be coming in, might be stuck for the night. Turning his wrist, his eyes glanced at the time on the inside before quickly jotting down his signature on the paper. Stitches and anti-botics- a simple stitch up procedure that was a big risk to come to the hospital. A butterfly bandaid would have done the trick but, these were her decisions.
Moving forward, shined shoes took him to one of the curtained rooms and he offered a light smile despite the mask covering many of the minor expression.
“You’re well off, Ms.Parchard. The stitches should take a few days to heal. If you can return in five days for me to remove them, that would be ideal but considering the current state, I trust your judgment.” In the back of his mind, she knew she would be back but once more, he checked the paperwork for a triple check. There was no sign of concussion or anything that might cause concern in the future.
In mere minutes, she was gone and he was moving onto the next patient. One of the nurses moved over to his side, handing him the hard file. The small brunette woman chatted at his side, speaking quickly as they moved down the hallway with quick steps- his one to about two of hers. “A vehicle collison- two people inside. The driver has more serious injuries but Dr.Roth already is taking care of him. This is the young woman.” They came to the stop in front of the door where his next guest of the evening was. There hadn’t been any tests as of yet so he’d have to take care of most of the issues but if he could focus on someone for the evening, perhaps it’d go fast.
With a slight nod to the nurse, he once more scanned over the information before landing on the name. Phoebe Monroe. For a moment, his heart stuck in his throat and he took a deep breath. Thank God it was minor but he was still concerned. There could be so many things that could go wrong with even the most minor of wrecks- especially considering, well, Phoebe wasn’t the most athletic with a high metabolism.
“I’m Dr.Atlas. I’ll be taking care of you for the evening, Ms.Monroe.” Gently, he pushed the door open as he spoke before moving to adjust his glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. Slim fingers stopped at the side and he had to swallow the need to hover- though, between the mask and the glasses, his expression was nothing more than just a doctor with a concern for his next patient. For his well being- and her’s as well, he needed to keep this as vague as possible.
Beau had lost contact with the scientists of Prism that he had kept into contact with. There were no more email’s between them or even simple offers for coffee- it seemed he had been ghosted by some of his closet colleagues. It made the shift from the lab to the hospital more a reality that he wasn’t really wanting to accept. When you spend so many years- Eyes flickered down to the file before setting it at the end of the bed as his other hand moved to grab the pin light out of his pocket.
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Thea had only had her freedom for a short time, but already she'd been overwhelmed time and again. When she'd been informed that a driver would take her wherever she needed to go outside of the house, she at first thought it was luxurious. But the driver was a distant man who didn't speak to her or respond to her words, and his eyes always seemed to be on her, if they weren't on the road. Thea quickly realized that this was simply another way to keep her under her father's control. To stop her from actually being free. She had simply traded one prison for another.
Still, she had no other option than to take the chauffeur if she wanted to leave the house and go anywhere further than normal walking distance. Even then it was a gamble on whether she would get lost, even for a short walk down the road. She and her driver were on the way across the city because Thea wanted to go to the library. She’d never seen so many books in one place, and she’d been a frequent visitor since taking over her sister’s life. Thea had been watching out the window from her seat on the back passenger side of the vehicle when the sound of a horn jerked her attention to the left. A screeching sound that she’d never heard before sounded as her gaze found the front of a large truck quickly approaching. What was probably only a few seconds seemed to stretch out before her. The truck, approaching too quickly to stop properly. The driver started to shout something, the first time she’d ever actually heard him speak, when the truck slammed into the side of their vehicle. Shattering glass. Screaming metal.
Thea woke up in the hospital to a nurse standing over her. However, in Thea’s mind, she was back in the lab at Prism. Immediately, she panicked, and the nurse had to hold her still and reassure her that everything was alright.
’You’ve been in a car accident. Please, try not to move too much until we know how bad your injuries are.’
The nurse’s gentle, warm voice was so different from the cold detachment she’d always been subjected to. Her words had calmed Thea slightly, but she was still terrified. Would her father blame her? Punish her? Would she be returned to that tiny room? That cell? It didn’t take long before a doctor arrived, and as Thea looked up to see who was coming in, she felt her heart stutter in her chest. Even with the mask on his face, she recognized him. The doctor. He was a Prism doctor. Every fiber in her being told her to rip the IV out of her arm and run for it, but she sat very still as he moved further into the room, her gaze on him like a deer caught in the headlights.
“I’m Dr. Atlas. I’ll be taking care of you for the evening, Ms. Monroe.”
That was right. She was Phoebe. She wasn’t the test subject with no name, not right now. Thea gave a soft nod, swallowing hard to try and get her voice working again. ”The...my driver. Is he okay?” She asked, concern laced in every word she spoke. Even though he’d never tried to build a relationship with her, Thea couldn’t help but worry about him. The truck had hit his side of the vehicle, after all. She wasn't so worried about herself - though she felt sore, and there were scrapes that she could see on her hands and arms, she felt physically stable. She didn't feel seriously injured. "And the other driver?" Thea found herself asking, hoping to hear that everyone had escaped the accident with their lives. There was nothing but death on the news lately, with the illness that was running rampant through the world. Ever since being given access to the outside world, it was all Thea had heard about. The riots. The rising infection rates. It made her want to scream. Finally free, and she might have been safer in her little cell. Of course her father would let her out right when the world itself was on lockdown.
i wish i could help you to not feel so out of place.
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he girls wide eyes stared right through him and he could feel the fear pulling her body. It could be the shock, Beau silently tried to reassure the worry that engulfed him for a moment. Clearing his throat, he tried to swallow the emotions that moved through his head but his face remained impassive. One of the first things that he had learned from his father, and probably one of the only things he had learned, was that your face could give away nothing. It could cost a deal, worry someone that didn’t need to be, or just simply make you the prey. If you were a Monroe man, you were not prey. You were the predator. Predators always had the upper hand.
The driver. Cocking his head slightly to the side, ember eyes examined the woman silently as she sat on the bed. Nothing of particular worry other than superficial cuts gave him concern but the nurse had alerted him she was pretty scared when she woke up. Pausing, Beau let her continue and he set down the clipboard on the table in front of the bed before moving over to the right of her.
“They are well. Your friend is in surgery, but it’s not too serious. We expect a full recovery.” Offering a slight smile under the mask that was unseen, his eyes moved in a small movement that crinkled his eyes some as his fingers held the light between the slim digits.
“Ms.Monroe, I’m going to examine you to make sure there is no internal damage or head trauma.” With a slight nod, his eyes once more crinkled as he leaned forward softly bringing his right hand to place it gently above her brow. Brows pursed lightly as he flashed the light into her pupils, the black orbs retracting normally to the light. No head trauma that was apparent at the moment.
Slinking back some, he slid the light into the pocket of his jacket before moving once more his hands towards her. Light fingers brushed the side of her neck, applying more pressure considerately as he felt the muscle under the pale flesh.
“You will have some discomfort for about four weeks. We should probably check in after that but considering how young and healthy you are, I expect it will be an easy recovery.” Another light of warmth flashed in his eyes and he removed his hands from the sides of her neck before stepping back some. There were certain marks that lined the pale skin under the hospital gown that was not there the last time but perhaps he had missed them on Phoebe?
“The last thing I need to check your breathing and heart. If you don’t mind sitting up…” Pulling the cord from his neck, Beau took a moment to look over the girl before looking at her back that was exposed with the small metal circle in hand. Brows pursed quickly at the scars and it hit him like a brick- this was not Phoebe. This was his little Alice that was out of her wonderland. What did that mean for her sister? Did something happen to her?
Swallowing lightly, he focused back on his task and listened to her heart and counted. 003 always had a specific heartbeat pattern that Beau could pick out in the dark and he couldn’t hold back the sigh that escaped him. Taking a step back, he slipped the cord around his neck as he looked down at the tiled floor as he thought for a split second. What was the risk of asking? A lot. It was a lot for the pair of them but he felt the love bubble in his chest. She was okay. Beau was around her more than even his son- a part of his looked at her as his own and a part of her was.
Hesitating for a moment, he moved to sit on the side of the bed with his hip as he crossed his hands over his thigh before his eyes moved up to Thea.
“You have a small case of whiplash that I’ll prescribe some Motrin to make sure it’s okay. I’ll go ahead and suture up some of these small cuts for you and send you on your way.” A light smile once more brightened up his features as he examined her face for a moment before nodding slightly, more to himself, before rising to his feet. Typically nurses could do sutures but there was a part of him that wanted to stay around Thea as long as he could before sending her away.
“They are well. Your friend is in surgery, but it’s not too serious. We expect a full recovery.”
”That’s good.” She said, nodding her head lightly. Thea felt a wave of relief wash over her at his words. It hadn’t been her driver’s fault that they were hit, and she would have felt terrible if he was killed in the crash, or worse off than what Beau was telling her. She gave a little nod, a brief, faint smile flashing over her features. And knowing the other driver was alright as well was even better. If everyone came out fairly unscathed, then it was the best outcome one could hope for.
As Beau announced his intentions to examine her, she felt prickles along her skin, but held still as he leaned forward and placed his hand on her forehead. Thea was used to sitting still while doctors and nurses poked and prodded at her, but it didn’t mean her chest didn’t feel tight as the light was shined in her eyes. As soon as it was lowered, she blinked rapidly, before tensing up as she felt his hands return to her throat. Pressure. Thea’s gaze flicked up to his as he palpated her neck muscles, checking her over, studying him as if she were a rabbit watching a coyote.
“You will have some discomfort for about four weeks. We should probably check in after that but considering how young and healthy you are, I expect it will be an easy recovery.”
The flash of warmth on his face surprised her slightly, and Thea found herself relaxing slightly as he continued to announce everything he was going to do. Knowing, rather than just being subjected to what was going to happen, made her feel like she had some power over this situation, which made her feel a little more confident. She sat up carefully, feeling the aches in her body from the accident. Feeling the colder air along the skin of her back made goosebumps rise on her arms, but she remained still as he checked over her breathing and heart.
As soon as he was finished, she looked up at him as he came to sit on the bed with her. Thea looked back at him, that fear she’d been feeling a distant memory. Beau was one of the few scientists that had always treated her rather gently, though that didn’t mean that what she’d gone through had been okay. What she was still going through. Her father hadn’t had her dragged back to the lab since she took over as ‘Phoebe’, and she found herself wondering if that was because he knew she might get sick from any testing they did. And then that would defeat the purpose of her pretending to be her sister, wouldn’t it? To keep the world from knowing how much of a monster he was.
“You have a small case of whiplash that I’ll prescribe some Motrin to make sure it’s okay. I’ll go ahead and suture up some of these small cuts for you and send you on your way.”
Thea watched his face as he spoke, feeling her heart stutter a little as he mentioned doing her sutures. Wasn’t it at least a little better than having a stranger do it? She tried to reason with herself, giving a small little nod. Realizing she hadn’t spoken in some minutes, Thea tried to muster a small smile for the doctor. ”Thank you, Doctor Atlas.” She said, giving a tiny nod as she spoke. No matter how closely her fear and he were entangled in her mind, he’d treated her with kindness so far. And Thea was nothing if not quick to forgive, to show gratitude when it was due. Adjusting her position slightly, she ordered herself to remain still while he sutured her. If she could get done with as quickly as possible, maybe she could make it home before her father even knew about what had happened. Another chill ran over her skin, her stomach twisting violently at the thought of how he’d respond to her having visited the hospital.
i wish i could help you to not feel so out of place.
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ear lined the young girl's features but the Doctor wasn't unaccustomed to the look. It made him feel uncomfortable. For such a long time, he had himself convinced and somewhat convinced by his sibling that this was the right thing- it was the right thing to test on Phoebe's sibling but that was wrong. That was something he knew now. So with the looks, she tossed him, a light panic filled him. This wasn't the man he wanted to be. The Doctor he wanted to be. Growing up, Beau wanted to help people but when the offer was on the table to be apart of the family that had ignored him most of his life came on the table, he had to. In a lot of ways, the old man just really wanted someone there when he got home- happy to see him alive. At that moment, Beau probably could name more people that would be happy if he didn't wake up and in cases such as Thea's, he wouldn't blame her.
Moving back to the bed with a tray in hand, his eyes continued to remain down as he began to prepare the thread. With a light pull of his foot, he pulled a stool towards the side of the bed, and with a smooth movement he lowered himself down as his eyes never moved from the equipment. Most of the cuts were from glass- not too deep but Beau had learned some fancy sutures to close up wounds so they wouldn't scar. "Hopefully, your father won't be too upset about some of these scrapes." Amber eyes flickered up to her for a moment as a nurse moved in the room for a moment, seeing what he was doing before moving back out of the room. Letting out a light sigh, Beau gently picked up the woman's arms as his eyes examined the small cuts. A lot of them could just have a butterfly applied but there was one or two that would benefit from some of the invisible stitches. Thinking for a moment, he twisted her arm gently to view the wound in another direction before turning some to glance at the nurse.
"Mrs.Yang, bring me some tissue adhesive, please." With a slight nod, he took the pillow from the nurse before turning back to Thea and gently raised her arm once more to place it on top of the small shape. "I'm going to use a glue-like substance to seal these cuts up so the scaring won't be bad but also so you hopefully won't get scolded." Once more, Beau's eyes wrinkled as he looked the blonde in front of him. For a moment, he just looked at her- his Alice. A part of him had hoped she had escaped Joseph- that she had run away and was happy somewhere in the country with a boyfriend to protect her. But he wasn't naïve- he knew Thea couldn't live on her own easily and he had a hand in that. The smile faded some from his face as the footsteps of the nurse caught his attention. Turning some, he nodded his head gently as he took the glue dish before removing the top.
Moving with little hurry, Beau set to work to fix up the woman's wounds. Silence pulled the room and it was comfortable for him- a lot of their time together was silent. He would ask questions generally about how she was feeling physically and she would answer. But, a very small part of him, wanted to talk to her. Had she tried ice cream? Did she get to go see some of the views? Beau had always wanted her to try a frosty- despite being a doctor, all kids loved sweets. There had been times, when it was really rough on her, that he would bring candies. Nothing that would hurt the experiment but would help give her something to fight for- the unknown, even if it started with chocolate.
Taking care of the small wounds on her arm and some on her leg, he cleaned some of the spots with a pad as he continued to think. It was a battle in his mind, despite his fingers idly doing their job. Where was Phoebe? Why was she presenting as her sister? Had something happened to the twin? Pursing his lips, he nodded as he lifted his head up to meet her eyes once more. "You're all set here. It shouldn't scar and shouldn't be too visible." Rising to his feet, he began to remove his gloves and moved to the garbage can, tossing them.
With a slight hesitation, he moved forward to once more sit on the stool before raising his eyes to meet hers. "Is Phoebe alright?" They were hushed, even words as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as his eyes examined the other womans face for a long moment. It was like word vomit as he couldn't help the emotion that was bubbling in his chest. Having her here was just his mistake looking him in the face. "Why are you here like this? I-I..." Pausing for a moment, his hands grasped for nothing before closing into fists as his eyes drifted to the floor for a moment. "I had hoped that you two were long gone from here.." It was almost a whisper to himself, his hands lacing together. It was defeat looking him in the face- another failure to do fix something he had done wrong the first time.
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As Beau examined her, Thea tried to compose herself and relax. If she wanted to come off as a girl like her sister, she shouldn’t be so afraid. It was easier said than done, and she was certainly struggling with her natural instincts telling her that this man - while kinder than most - had still hurt her very badly. He was a threat. Something deep in her body told her to run as far and fast as she could. But Thea also felt a pang in her chest at how gentle and kind he was being. The mention of her father had her heart rate speeding up. Beau mentioned taking care of her cuts in a way that they wouldn’t heal into obvious scars. She gave him another tiny nod, a faint smile struggling around the corners of her mouth. ”Thank you.” She said softly, letting him maneuver her arm however he needed in order to do her work. That was one thing Thea was good at, holding still. Being pliable. She’d learned a long time ago that just going somewhere else in your mind and letting everything happen was a lot easier than kicking and screaming and causing a scene. It had never made a difference for her. One way or another she always found herself being poked and prodded, and at least going quietly and being compliant left her less stressed out.
As Beau worked, Thea tried to remind herself that he had been very kind even when he’d been the one to subject her to her father’s experiments. He’d shown her at least a bit of human decency. Her wide blue gaze was fixed on his face as he worked, studying him closely in a way she used to when he’d be working on her. There were aspects of his face that made him softer, in an almost fatherly way, a way that her own father didn’t have. She felt her chest tighten as she looked at him, that same fear reaction kicking up - but also an ache. Like she might have actually been able to like him if not for their past. He seemed very different in this setting - someone who cares for the sick and injured with gentle touches and kind words.
As he finished and leaned away from her, Thea brought her arm to her chest, looking down at his handiwork as he stood and distanced himself from her. She felt air come into her lungs easier with the space, but that relief didn’t last long.
"Is Phoebe alright?"
Thea’s head jerked up so fast she thought it might snap, her eyes widening and her heart skyrocketing up into her throat. He knew? Of course he knew. She was terrible at this. Why did she have to do this? Her lips parted but no words would come out, and he wasn’t quite finished. Her expression only darkened as he continued to speak. He’d hoped they’d gotten away? Thea’s brows pulled together, feeling like she couldn’t breathe. How did she explain what had happened? Should she explain? Should she treat him like he was crazy? Was this a test from her father? Thea’s wide eyes flicked around the room, as if she might find a camera. Her throat was so dry she felt like she couldn’t swallow, much less speak to answer his questions. ”I-I-..” She stammered, her brain short-circuiting on her. Thea had never needed to lie in her entire life, so they certainly didn’t come easy to her. She was not fast on her feet. ”I don’t know.” She finally managed, feeling tears building in her gaze. What was this? Suddenly she was crying, clutching her arms to her chest like a physical barrier. ”I don’t know where she is.” Thea’s voice was hoarse, her throat tight as she cried, tears falling down her face and splashing onto her arms.
he return to the Memorial Clinic wasn’t really the most welcoming but Beau wasn’t surprised- they were in the middle of battling an outbreak that was growing. There were pieces of the clinic that were segregated off with some of the sickest patients he had seen in a long time. Whatever this was, it was kicking this city on its ass. The number of patients that came in was never-ending- whether it was people who were in fights, gunshot wounds, robberies that have gone wrong. They had to be treated and with nothing wanting him home, the older man was taking names in the backroom to catch sleep but probably hadn’t gone home for a good fifty or so hours hours. Despite being one of the oldest yet newer residents, he was used to not getting much sleep due to his studies at Prism. 
