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.
Sebastian wasn’t generally expected to do a lot of field work at his rank, but with the military stretched thin, even he was putting in effort in areas that were faring the worst. Which was how he ended up as an escort for a supply delivery. The trucks had to be moved through the city to the base, and as of late they’d been getting reports of attacks on some of their supply lines. For the most part, the losses seemed inconsequential, but a recent hit on a supply line had left a few men injured. Sebastian wasn’t one to sit around and let a problem fester, so he figured if he was in attendance, he might be able to do something about their little problem.
He preferred to be a passenger, and so he found himself in the vehicle in the lead, right up front with the driver. He had a gun casually resting in his hands, clearly comfortable with the weapon - as he should be at this point. Otherwise, he was dressed in the same fatigues as the other soldiers - he wasn’t easily identifiable as a high-ranking official, not unless you paid special care to notice his various different symbols. He didn’t wear a helmet, however, simply because he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to. He’d never liked them as a private, and his distaste for them had only grown since then.
As the small caravan of trucks turned a corner at the mid-way point, Sebastian and the driver both tensed up. In the middle of the road was an old, run-down vehicle. This was obviously not supposed to be there, and didn’t appear to be damaged in any way. ”Eyes up.” Sebastian said into his mic, alerting the rest of the men in the vehicles behind him. There was a brief second of absolute silence, and then something was thrown from one of the buildings into the vehicle in the street - and suddenly flames exploded from the vehicle, and gunshots began to fill the air. Smoke billowed up, both from the vehicle and from cartridges that were being thrown from the buildings.
’They’re blinding us!’
Sebastian shoved his door open, sliding out of the truck and bringing his gun up. His entire body was already humming, the adrenaline rushing in. Thankfully his experience meant he didn’t immediately start to panic. ”Protect the trucks. Do not wander.” He ordered calmly, seeing a shadow approaching him through the smoke. His gun immediately on them, and as the figure came through the smoke he saw that it was a person dressed in what appeared to be some sort of sport gear - but the gun being pointed at him was the real deal. One shot. Two shots. The person went down, and Sebastian started down the line of trucks.
They’d chosen the wrong night to attack the supply line, of that he was certain.
A small pink tongue moved out to wet her lips as her fingers gripped the helmet rim as dark eyes once more examined the map, brows pursed. It was risky but it was necessary. Since the riots, getting to these trucks were cutting their numbers down significantly but there was a reason while Necco’s men were seen as pretty successful. Dragging a red nail over the path, she tapped a crossroad before bringing her eyes up to the men and women that stood across from her.
“We gotta hit ‘em here. There is no way we could do it closer to the gate without getting really fucked up.” A light group of nods echoed her words before she heaved a sigh, lashes flickering down at the map. The dim light of the room gave her skin a glow as her lips pursed for a moment as a hand was held out to her with the earpiece.
“Keep it tight. Don’t be a fucking hero.” It was a light hiss towards the group that stood near her before she moved through the crowd patting the helmets that were being pulled on. They did their best to equip themselves but most of the time it came down to motorcycle helmets and paintball armor. But from head to toe, they were covered. It probably would keep them from getting killed but it would hide their identities and protect against tear gas as much as possible.
Pulling the helmet over her head, she clasped the arm of one of her men in the vehicle. Slinging herself in, Necco rolled her neck as the chatter on the earpiece began. Rolling her shoulders, the car lurched forward bringing them around the corner. One of the men behind handed her one of the Glocks, her fingers turning off the safety as she tucked in the harness that sat across her chest. Finally reaching the spot, Necco moved out of the car and gazed down the road before glancing as the men prepared the case that held some of the heat.
‘Clear out.’ It was a quiet whisper into the mics and they scattered- quick and low to the ground as the first of the military vehicles rounded the corner. Pressing her back against the brick wall, Necco took a breath as her eyes remained on the case that sat in the back of the truck.
Silence pulled out for a moment and more whispers echoed in the headset. Slim fingers moved to grab the gun that was strapped to her chest and with a smooth movement, the target was in sight. In seconds, the cue was dropped, and with a single shot that erupted the truck into flames. Like a well-oiled machine, smoke bombs were tossed and gunshots erupted. 'Wish me luck, Kit…'
Nimble feet carried her around the corner of the building she had been hiding behind, her eyes darting several places as more smoke was tossed. Dark eyes locked on the driver of the front vehicle, another moving away from the opposite side. Keeping her form low to the ground, she grabbed cover to the side of the wall, and with quick succession, she fired. Two shots hit the chest of the soldier and quickly, she slid back against the wall using the allies to her advantage. Two shots rang out and with a quick look around the corner, rage-filled her form. Jacob was down. Eyes snapped to find the source but her view was obscured pretty quickly.
This was her town- not the military. The people who lived here were her people and she’d be damned if they would die before some rich motherfuckers decided they didn’t deserve the same care.
Once more, she rounded a corner just in time to see another soldier pointing his gun towards the windows of some of the buildings that surrounded the train of trucks. Licking her lips once more, Necco slunk forward with her gun drawn before firing two into his back. Crumpling to the ground, her eyes flashed to the side as she hovered on the edge of the alleyway but she could see anything since the smoke was following the wind. It was a part of the plan. It could be dangerous but in this case, a lot of them were desperate and angry.
As quick as her feet could carry her, she moved to place her back against the military truck and listened for a moment. The helmet did muffle sounds considerably but the sounds of firing were somewhat distant at the moment. Shoving the gun into the holster, Necco moved to peek her head over the edge to take a quick inventory but not without seeing two men moving towards her.
“I got some meds I think here but I got two men on my right. Who is near mid-street?” Reaching to her belt, her fingers touched the case of tear gas as she listened to the silence on the other end of her earpiece. Cursing lightly, a single finger pulled the tab before she stood and with a grunt of effort, she threw the casing towards the right of the trucks. It would hit her as well but the number of times she had been tear-gassed herself or worse at this point had made the pain almost welcome. In some cases, it reminded her that she was human. 896 Words | @sebastian | HOPE THIS IS OKAY ASBJKBSKFD | [X]
As Sebastian worked his way down the line of trucks, he encountered more and more of the people wearing paintball armor and motorcycle helmets. The chatter of gunfire filled the air, his comms going from chaotic to quiet and back again as his men - and women - fought against the rebels. Sebastian was just largely annoyed. As he passed the end of the next truck, a body hit him from the side, solid. Grunting, the two fell to the ground, but Sebastian was quick to reverse their positions so that he was on top. He couldn’t see where his gun had gone for a moment, the object having skittered out of his hold as he grappled with the person on the ground. Sebastian struggled with the person, tearing their helmet away to find a man looking up at him.
Glaring, Sebastian pulled his arm back and delivered two solid punches to the man’s face, knocking him out. Getting up, he glanced around for his gun, and once he saw it he snatched it up before again gettting to his feet and continuing his trek down the line of trucks. He was only a few paces behind a pair of his men when a canister hit the ground before them, a cloudy substance exploding out of it. His men backtracked, but Sebastian charged forward, snatching a mask off one of the men and jerking it over his head just as the cloud hit them. The mask did it’s job, protecting Sebastian from most of the effects of the tear gas. He signalled for the two men to continue on, knowing he needed to stretch his men out as much as possible in order to avoid them getting penned in.
Despite the fact that he’d joined tonight’s run because he wanted to help out, this was not what he was expecting to have to deal with. And he certainly wasn’t going to stand by and simply watch while they ransacked his caravan. Charging through the tear gas towards the end of the truck, Sebastian strained his eyes to see through the billowing clouds. He came around the end of the vehicle, spotting a figure in the clouds of smoke and tear gas. Another rebel. Sebastian brought his gun up, stepping closer. ”Back away from the truck!” He ordered, shouting so as to be heard over the chaos. With the combination of smoke and tear gas, and the gear all the rebels were wearing, it was hard to spot any identifying features. But at least it made them easy to spot as rebels, and not fellow soldiers. How stupid would he feel to be pointing a gun at one of his own?
His finger tightened on the trigger, ready to shoot, when he was tackled from behind. Why was he the only one getting tackled around here? Making a sound of frustration, Sebastian twisted his body and tried to flip the person, but this attacker was much larger than the last. So instead they started fighting for power, Sebastian unable to bring his weapon up between them while also stopping the other person from reaching for theirs. He heard the voice of one of his men, shouting, and watched in wonder as the rebel looked up at the one who’d been standing at the back of the truck.
’Go!’
This guy was getting his buddy out of the line of fire? He had to know that sending off his backup was a death sentence, but Sebastian didn’t really have time to worry about that. A strained grunt escaped him, quickly followed by a sound of frustration, as he redoubled his efforts to get the upper hand. He wasn’t going to let any of these rebels get away. Not if he had anything to do about it.
Chaos completely surrounded the woman as she focused on the sounds of her members speaking through the earphone, but she knew she had to move quickly. Swinging her leg up on the rear of the truck, she scanned the items inside the back of the truck. Taking in an inventory of the medical supplies she couldn’t help the bile that filled her throat. So much of this would help so many of the ill but it was reserved for the money. Doctors had turned away many of the members that were under her and her men's protection because of the lack of money, lack of medicine, or in some cases just because some were judgmental assholes. If this could be pulled off, it would be a good success for them. Finding the truck was the trick but having someone on the inside let them know there would even be a medical truck. Spies in the military weren’t that hard to seek out and with this, it would change a lot of things.
‘Back away from the truck!’ The words caused her heart to sink as dark eyes behind the lens snapped to the direction of the voice. He wasn’t too far and with a gun that tightly pointed at her, she was in a tight situation. Slowly, she removed her leg from the inside of the car as the predator continued to stare her direction. “I’m in a situation here, guys. It's the third truck down.” With the loud noises around her, Necco didn’t fear him hearing her and she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder as another one of the Government's puppets moved behind her with a pistol drawn on her. Wrinkling her nose, the truck was between her and the other man in front of her but the gun at the back was wide open.
It was quick when one of her men tackled the other man in front of her to the ground and with the adrenaline running through her system, Necco pulled the pistol from the front of her chest and fired a shot at the other soldier, landing a solid shot into his knee. Dropping down from the truck, she began to raise her arm up but words that broke the silence on their radio. For a moment, she hesitated- she didn’t want to leave one of her men but quick words from other rebels who were watching shouted an echo of his own words. Unfortunately, they were right. She had to go because this group would buckle or be abandoned by the Legion and she couldn’t let that happen.
With a quick nod, she turned heel to run back to the alleys. It was a maze in some of them and if she could get away into one of the safe houses she might be able to survive. Clenching her teeth, Necco tossed a look back at the truck before a hand moved out to grab her ankle as she stepped over the fallen body. A yell of frustration left her before she jerked her leg quickly up, bringing her freed heel back into the groin of the man followed by a quick kick at his back to push him towards the other man.
Dark boots dug into the dirt as she took off into the alleyway, her fingers pushing the gun into the holster as she moved to one of the fences. Grabbing at the metal, the sounds of her men echoed in her ear, their voices, and yells for help but she couldn’t help. But she could lead. “Get the medical supplies and y’all better get!” Yelling into the mic, she tucked her boot into one of the pieces of the fence and began to scale the fence. The sounds of pursuit wasn't hard to miss and she couldn't help the snarl that left her as she peeked back towards the corner before moving to the top of the fence.
With little effort, she threw herself over the top and landed with a light grunt as her hand shot out to balance herself against the wall for a moment. With a quick glance behind her, she begun to move forward but knowing the military there was a 30/70 percent chance they were going to follow. But most of them weren't the most intelligent men and women- they just needed a paycheck.
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Sebastian knew the instant the man he was wrestling with told the other guy to go, that it meant that the person he was struggling with was just a tool. A pawn. But the other one, his gaze flicking up to watch their retreat, they were the leader. If he could get them, then this entire group would be done for. Shouting incoherently in anger, Sebastian repeatedly punched the other man until he laid limp. As soon as that was done, Sebastian made a call for backup before cuffing the man on the ground, just in case he awoke before someone could get to him.
And then he was off, charging after the one that had run away. Sebastian couldn’t stop to check on any of the felled soldiers yet, but seeing them only made his anger hotter and stronger, fueling his energy to run. Hearing the clanking of a fence, he caught sight of the person climbing a fence down the alley way they’d disappeared to. Sebastian tore down the alley, taking a running jump and climbing up and over the fence quickly. He stumbled as he landed, lunging into a flat run. He didn’t care if the guy heard his approach, because it didn’t really matter if he heard or not. Sebastian was furious, and he poured all of it into his attack - which was to throw himself forward into the person’s back, both of them crashing to the ground.
Sebastian scrambled for a hold, but then he felt a solid hit - elbow, most likely - to his gut. Grunting in pain, his grip loosened and the figure slipped from his hands. He didn’t have his gun anymore, so he grabbed the pistol from his hip. But as he went to raise it, it was kicked from his hands. For a minute he was shocked - he hadn’t expected such a fight from someone with no training. Or was it possible this person did have training? It wasn’t like soldiers couldn’t eventually become criminals. Scowling angrily, Sebastian stood up, chest heaving with quick breaths. No guns. And he didn’t have any other kind of weapon on him. So this was down to hand-to-hand, then. ”There’ll be backup coming any minute. It’d be smarter for you to just give up now.” He assured, his tone even and factual. Even as angry as he was, Sebastian was keeping himself even. No need to let your enemy see how much they affected you.
He didn’t give them a chance to reply, lunging forward and throwing his arm out, hand reaching for a hold on the armor the other person was wearing, his intent to grab it and use it to slam them against the wall, if his grab was successful.
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Even beneath the helmet, she could hear the stomping steps from the passage, and her nose wrinkled. Dammit... He had followed in a pursuit which meant he was unfortunately for the woman, a smart one. Necco feet begun to dig into the ground as the pounding of her own heart echoed in her ears. Survive. All she had done her life was to survive and this situation was nothing different. In some cases, perhaps these situations were the best for the woman- it was all she knew and it offered a strange comfort. When you fight to keep your head above the water for so long, it seems to be a normal thing. That rush was something that she felt head to toe and just pushed her body harder.
It didn't matter how fast she thought she was running, Necco was shorter for one, and on the other hand, she wasn't military trained. Letting out a frustrated sound, she knew he was close but not close enough to feel his form tackle her from behind. The impact knocked the wind out of her for a moment, their forms hitting the ground with a jolt. Before she could feel his body react, instincts took over and with a quick snap of her elbow to his stomach. Using her opposite arm, she shoved as hard the woman possibly could. It was enough to have his hold weaken for a moment and at that moment, she rolled from his arms.
With no grace, Necco scrambled to her feet as her chest rose and fell, wild eyes looking at the man on the ground. They say when you see Death approaching, most people accept it. Its never really a man with black capes or a peaceful escape in sleep for people like her. There was no calm acceptance. In her case, she would fight like hell- it's all she knew to do. Dark eyes knew what he was doing and before she even knew what she was doing, Necco was raising her leg and quickly kicking the pistol from the man. Swinging the leg back, she shuffled back with her hands raising to protect her face but there really was no way to outrun him. He was fast- in shape. Maybe she should have skipped pizza a couple of times.
Lights flickered in the alleyway as the two stood facing one another. The black figure that was Necco's chest rose and fell quickly as she continued to fight the wind that had been knocked out of her. The man was a tank. But now he was unarmed. Hand to Hand typically was her go-to but she did have the pistol strapped to her chest. If anything, he would probably kick her ass but with a shot to the knee, he'd be royally fucked.
”There’ll be back up coming any minute. It’d be smarter for you to just give up now.”
A sound of annoyance echoed to herself in the helmet but it barely had escaped her lips as once more he was lunging for her. A firm grip grabbed the front of the vest with a follow up of her back being slammed into the alley's wall. With the quickness of the attack, her right arm was locked between their bodies. Teeth gritted in her mouth as she struggled from the hold, her other hand moving to grab the man's forearm. Okay so she couldn't outrun him or really outwrestle him but if self-defense taught her anything was to use her body weight against him.
Shuffling her legs some, Necco's leg moved to wrap around him and within seconds she was pressing against the back of his knee. Tossing her weight forward, her free foot pushed off the wall with the goal to knock him onto his back once more- this time her being on top.
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Sebastian hadn’t been in a brawl like this since his days as a foot soldier. As a major, most of his work was on the back end. He still trained, still had other physical duties, but he wasn’t required to do patrols. Wasn’t expected to deal with scuffles such as this. And yet, knowing some of his men were dead - more injured - back at the trucks, he didn’t want anyone else involved in this fight. He needed to end it before anyone else got seriously hurt. And he needed to end it quickly.
Whoever this person was, they were a pretty good challenge. He hadn’t expected much of a fight once he got them on the ground, and yet he’d been surprised as they disarmed him and continued to fight back. Maybe this was why they were the leader, why their men cared for their safety enough to risk their own lives. But he was the same to his men, and he wasn’t going to let them down by letting this criminal get away. He hated understanding the ferocity of their attack - understanding that the people of Lethford were feeling the strain of the pandemic. But unrest like this wasn’t going to help anyone. Staring at the figure before he launched himself, he thought that they might have even come to an understanding, if there’d been discussion rather than violence. But when had the floor ever been opened for the citizens to voice their stress? That was why the riots had happened, and now - these attacks on military supply routes. He’d have to change up the route again. Put in some more defense. This was all getting to be a headache.
His anger had cooled, but his duty had not changed. He lunged forward and gripped the vest, swinging the figure around and slamming them up against the wall, hoping to stun them. He felt the grip on his arm, but ignored it. He needed to end this - now. His free hand came up, grabbing at the helmet, preparing to rip it off, when the guy wrapped a leg around his and then kicked off from the wall. Sebastian lost his grip on the helmet as he fell back, grunting in pain from the force of his body hitting the cement, coupled with the figure squarely on top of him. Sebastian glared up at the helmeted face, only able to see his own reflection - he had a few scrapes on his face, his lip bleeding. He was going to be sore in the morning, that much was certain.
Sebastian didn’t hesitate to start fighting, because he was well aware that this fight was for his life - same as it was for the person on top of him. If Sebastian couldn’t apprehend them, he’d try to kill them. He only expected the same in return. It was a matter of war - just fact. Sebastian was no stranger to death, nor to being the cause of it. In quick succession, he punched the person in the side once, twice, three times. He put as much force behind the punches as he could, but when punching up from the ground there was only so much you could do - he couldn’t get as much force because he couldn’t draw his arm back further. And then he bucked his hips and twisted his body, hoping to dump the figure off of him.
If it was successful, he’d scramble to straddle the figure, so he could finally remove that blasted helmet. If they got away before he could do that, then he had nothing to go off of. He needed to see their face - and it was always easier to knock someone out if they weren’t wearing head gear.
