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.
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
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It had been a while since the last time Quinn was actually doing patrol duty. As a first lieutenant, she had a fair share of soldiers under her command but since being stationed in Lethford she was stuck with administrative duties most of the time. A recent encounter reminded her how much out of shape she was and she had started to pick up a more regular training schedule since then. Being stuck to a desk took its toll. Unfortunately, the virus claimed lots of poor souls - including soldiers. They weren’t spared, despite thousands of testings, sanitizing, and overall health care. Even the strongest weren’t able to survive an unknown illness.
There was a lot of hate against the military the moment they rolled into the city. Citizens were calling them unnecessary, waste of money and resources, not any better than the police. The police they had to work together with wasn’t pleased either. The number of times soldiers got into a fight with a cop these days was countless. It seemed as if everyone was fighting each other despite a much greater threat taking over the whole city, state, country - the world. Fortunately, Quinn’s platoon wasn’t that wild or stupid, whatever one would like to call these reckless decisions. Instead, she would find herself picking fights.
Before going out she divided her platoon into several teams, assigning herself to a random one. Each of the teams was given a certain area to patrol and she made clear to them that they weren’t supposed to venture out of these assigned zones. Hopefully, they would listen… and hopefully, she would listen to herself and take her own advice.
Curfew had just started and there was only another hour left until the power outages would hit the city, taking away most street lights. Booted feet wandered through the streets, rifles slung across their chests. Chances of having to use them were low but it was more of a way to intimidate civilians anyway. It felt heavier than she remembered and Quinn pretty much preferred her Glock which was safely sitting in its holster at her hip.
She led the way, followed by 5 soldiers when her dark brown eyes spotted a figure ahead. Quinn let out a sigh and gestured her troop to follow as she started making her way towards the person. “Good evening sir. I’ll need to see your ID and papers. It’s already past curfew, you are aware of that right?”
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
[attr="class","aodmain"]It had been a normal day for Jun, at least for him. He remembered to work out this morning, and that took up about two hours of his day. Then he was out and about for the rest of the day, getting groceries, eating lunch, and being crowded by the occasional fans or paparazzi. Smile and wave, flex whatever isn't hidden by clothing, he'd think, until finally the small amount of people in the city died down. It was probably time to go home. It was already a little after curfew time and he needed to get home, so he weaved through the streets, wandering home. On the way there, Jun tripped, and his groceries fell out of hand. Great, just what he needed at this time in day. Huge clumsy oaf I am, he thought to himself, picking up his assorted fruits and cornmeal boxes and broken eggs. As he stuffed the last orange in the paper bag, he heard a voice behind him. “Good evening sir. I’ll need to see your ID and papers. It’s already past curfew, you are aware of that right?” Jun turned to see a few military persons. Knowing they were authority, he nodded. "Of couse, ma'am," he started, "here's my ID. I was just on my way home. I dropped my groceries just now, which is making me a bit late to curfew." Jun started to hand the ID over to the main woman of the group but stopped midair. A spark in the back of his brain told him that this woman looked familiar somehow... and Jun wasted no time to clear things up. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
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Ha. The usual excuse of ‘don’t I know you’ to avoid penalties or fees. It wasn’t the first time this happened to Quinn while on patrol and it probably wouldn’t be the last time. People nowadays came up with all sorts of excuses to get away with a simple warning. A lot of citizens of Lethford thought the military didn’t hold as much authority as the police department did but oh boy, were they wrong. Lucky for him he encountered Quinn and her team and not someone else.
She hadn’t been in the city for such a long time, only to visit her parents for a weekend or two if she happened to have time. He certainly didn’t appear to be part of the military so she could scratch that off of her list of possibilities. His name rang a bell and it sounded highly familiar. “If we do then it must have been years ago.” she said, offering him the faintest hint of a polite smile. Her eyes rested on his bag of groceries for a moment, then glanced down at the remainder of egg yolk stuck to the ground. “I suggest getting your groceries earlier next time.”
Quinn tilted her head softly to the side as she looked at him more closely, narrowing her eyes at his face. “I’m not sure.” she responded to his question before taking the ID card from him. She held it up, checking the picture on it to see if it matched his and then proceeded to read the name. Junseo Kim. Biting her lower lip as she handed him back his ID Quinn tried to sort the face in her mind. “Did you live near the movie theater in the East District?”
[attr="class","ditags3"]@junseo - totally made the last bit up. I realized the age gap between them so I needed to rule out school lmao
[attr="class","aodimgtext"]tag :Quinn Delaney - No worries~
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are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
[attr="class","aodmain"]As the woman asked her question, Jun had to think about it for a moment. It was true that it would have had to been years ago, which meant childhood. He tried to remember where he lived then. He knew he moved away from the virus, but that was recently... yes, he lived in the east district! Near a movie theater he couldn't pin down, though, so he responded with "Yes, I did live in the East District!" Pausing to take a look at the woman, Jun studied her face and tried to make it look younger than it already was. A light lit in his mind and something distant was triggered, a memory. The question was blurt out without warning. "Did you live next door to a beige house?"
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
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Once she returned his ID her hands moved back to the rifle slung across her chest where they rested comfortably on top of the cold weapon. A habit she had picked up working with one just like police officers tended to grab the top of their vests as a habit. Quinn raised one dark eyebrow at his confirmation that he indeed used to live in the East District. She tilted her head slightly to the side as he seemed to be studying her face, a part of her automatically wondering if there was anything stuck on it or if her make up was smudged.
‘Did you live next door to a beige house?’
Quinn slowly nodded at his question, hesitating ever so slightly, always being careful and suspicious of people - especially these days. "I did." she added to affirm, narrowing her eyes at the man in front of her once again. "Are you by any chance Mrs. Lee’s son?" she asked, perhaps a little baffled, because the man in front of her didn’t carry any resemblance to the boy she used to know and hang out with when she was younger. She remembered hanging out at her neighbor's house after bugging them a lot. Quinn definitely wasn't a quiet kid when she was younger... she still wasn't anywhere near quiet as of today.
