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.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Mick let out a heavy sigh after someone thought his costume needed a little bit of blood to look better. He wasn‘t wearing a costume. And now his paramedic uniform was covered in fake blood. The flyer with the invite and address had been curled up into a ball as he scrunched the paper in his fist. That‘s for following his crazy sister who apparently couldn‘t stop causing trouble. Who, in their right mind, would even think about going to a rave during a pandemic. There was a reason the city was in lockdown.
Blue eyes glanced around, his fist having let go of the piece of paper back in the haunted house entrance, as he looked around the entrance area of the warehouse. For a forbidden party it was extremely well done... and if this wasn‘t the end of the world he might even give it a try and have fun. He didn‘t mean to be the big, bad, strict brother who didn‘t know the definition of fun... he just wanted to protect his little sister. He already lost her once, he didn‘t need or want to lose her a second time.
He was a bit awkward lingering around at the front so he decided to take a walk around the premise.
[attr="class","TAG"]237 WORDS @open costume - none. wearing his work uniform
Malcolm had, in fact, not been as asleep as Cameron had hoped when he snuck out, and as his instincts nudged him into wakefulness, he caught the door closing as his brother slipped out. Frowning, Malcolm threw on some shoes to go with his fire department tee and sweats and then grabbed his mask on the way out. He knew about the party, had a feeling Cam would sneak out, and he’d laid on the couch on purpose.
He also knew where it was, so keeping up with Cam wasn’t a worry of his. He’d made it to the warehouse in short time, and jogged through the haunted house - only jumping a few times out of surprise - before he’d found himself in a sea of dancing, writhing bodies. ”Oh man.” He muttered under his breath, gaze bouncing from one unrecognizable face to the next. He tried to search by wading through the people, but all the close proximity made him feel a little too….suffocated.
Coming back out of the crowd, he caught a flash of a finally familiar face. Malcolm dove through the bodies, reaching out to pat Mick’s shoulder. ”Mick!” Even only a few steps away, Malcolm had to shout to even hear himself. ”What are you doing here? Out of everyone at the department I didn’t peg you for a party guy.” His tone was jovial, not judgmental. He was here as well, afterall.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Mick heard his name being called from somewhere. Mack? He thought, the music so loud he couldn’t really hear any difference between a male and a female voice. He turned around, eyes searching the crowd for a blonde head. Instead, Malcolm approached him, shoving his way through the crowd. Mick threw him a confused look and sighed at his question. He looked down at himself and his bloody uniform. Of course. Everyone would think it’s just a costume.
"I’m definitely not here for the party. I was in the middle of my shift." he tried to explain, gesturing down at his uniform. "I found out my sister planned to attend this party. I’m trying to find her but-" he yelled, hoping Malcolm would hear him over the music and voices. That’s why Mick wasn’t a fan of clubs or popular, crowded bars. He needed to strain his voice to even just order a drink let alone talk to anyone. It was impossible to have a conversation. He figured most places weren’t intended for conversations. "There are just too many people!"
His eyes swept over the crowd once more before he turned his attention back to Malcolm, crossing his arms over his chest. "I could ask you the same though. What are you doing here?"
[attr="class","TAG"]214 WORDS @malcolm costume - none. wearing his work uniform
Malcolm tried to offer a sympathetic expression as Mick explained why he was here at the party. He could definitely empathize with having a rambunctious sibling. The simple fact that they were having to shout to be heard meant that Malcolm was definitely out of his range of comfort. He gave a shake of his head. ”Funnily enough, I’m here for the same reason. My brother’s here somewhere. I was hoping to find him and get him to leave.” Malcolm explained, glancing around as if Cam might magically appear. If his brother was wearing a mask, or some other kind of face covering, would he even be able to pick him out of this crowd? The flashing lights and darkness didn’t make it any easier to identify people.
Heaving a sigh, Malcolm looked back to Mick. ”Since we’re both here for similar reasons, you wanna stick together and do a lap with me to see if we can spot either of them?” He asked, gesturing in the direction that Mick had been heading before Malcolm had caught up to him. He’d feel a lot better having someone of like mind with him.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] “Cameron?” Mick uttered, not believing a firefighter would come here on his own will. He was supposed to be responsible as a first responder and not throw himself into danger and drag others with them. He wasn’t feeling comfortable being at the premise either but he just couldn’t let his sister endanger herself. Although, he knew she was never up to anything good whenever she left the apartment. Mick saw the day coming… the day he had to bail her out of jail if she continued like this. But he hoped it would never happen.
Mick nodded at Malcolms suggestion, turning around to return to the direction he was originally going. Slipping through a bunch of dancing pumpkins he glanced over his shoulder at Malcolm, shouting whenever he needed to say something. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s meet at the entrance if we get separated.” he suggested as well, squinting at the neverending crowd around them. He was hoping to find her soon and Cam as well but chances were low. The amount of people was just too overwhelming for the two of them.
“Reckon this place has a working fire alarm system we could pull?” Mick wondered, putting his hand on someone's shoulder to move them aside only to get slapped in his face. Eyes wide, he stared at the person who vanished within seconds into the crowd of costumes. He pointed at the crowd, looking back at Mal, disbelief written all over his face.
[attr="class","TAG"]246 WORDS @malcolm costume - none. wearing his work uniform
Malcolm gave a visible wince as Mick spoke Cam’s name, looking shocked. A grave nod accompanied the action. Yep, Cameron. ”Yeah…” Malcolm sighed, shaking his head lightly. ”He’s a bit wild, that one.” A half-smile lifted his mouth, unable to defend his brother’s reputation in this conversation. Of course, Malcolm understood Cameron’s reasoning behind attending this. He understood why everyone was here, actually. But as a firefighter, Malcolm was also heavily aware of how much of a risk everyone in attendance tonight was taking. And that included him and Mick, even if they weren’t here for themselves.
He gave a visible nod of his head in response to Mick’s suggestion of regrouping if they got separated, though Malcolm was determined to stay hot on his coworker’s trail in order to avoid such a situation. The only thing worse than being here at this party was being here alone, and he was seriously glad he’d found Mick when he had. All of the people almost made him dizzy to look at.
His lips were parting to respond when Mick got slapped, Malcolm’s jaw dropping slightly as he watched the offender disappear into the sea of bodies, his gaze snapping back to Mick, who looked just as surprised. Malcolm couldn’t stop the surprised laughter that escaped him, his brows raised to mirror Mick’s look of disbelief. This place was not his idea of fun. ”Uhh...alright. Um. No, I don’t think this place is up to code at all.” He said, trying to salvage the conversation. ”Are you….alright?” Malcolm asked, bewildered.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] ‘He’s a bit wild that one.’
Mick laughed, although it was most likely drowned out by the loud music playing in the warehouse. The flickering, bright, neon-colored lights made it more than just hard to see much. The crowd of people inside looked all the same. “Younger siblings are like that.” he said, offering his empathy when it came to those. He never really grew up being the big brother figure since Makenna moved away with their mom.
One hand reached up to the cheek that took the hit, eyebrows dropping into a frown. He turned his body sideways, partly facing Malcolm, lips curling upward into a small smile. “Yeah... I wish I had some sanitizer though. At this point, I just want a take a bath in rubbing alcohol.” he said, joking to lift his own mood again. He was going to be more than happy to get out of this location - of course, with Makenna.
Letting out a sigh he gestured at Malcolm to continue their search and return to the original topic of their conversation. He waved his hand in front of him at the fake smoke that was blown into this part of the room by a smoke machine. “I don’t think we’ll find them like this.”
[attr="class","TAG"]246 WORDS @malcolm costume - none. wearing his work uniform
Malcolm felt an involuntary expression of understanding pain flash across his face. Yes, younger siblings were exactly like that. There wasn’t anyone Malcolm cared for more than Cam, but at the same time sometimes he’d like to just strangle the guy. Even if they weren’t blood, Malcolm knew he could rely on his brother, and vice versa. ”But we love them anyways, right?” He said, a small curve to his mouth.
Looking around at the crowd of people surrounding them, Malcolm couldn’t have agreed with Mick more. There was no reason for these people to be here other than to have fun, and right now there wasn’t room for fun. Didn’t they realize that just by being here, they were helping the virus continue? Shaking his head lightly, Malcolm looked back to Mick. ”This is insane.” He said, mostly to himself, though it was loud enough to be heard.
Hearing Mick’s words as they continued on, Malcolm begrudgingly agreed. The chances of them happening upon either one of their siblings in this sort of setting were very, very small. ”I think you’re right. But I’m not sure what else we can do.” He sounded a little defeated, his expression pensive. How else could they find them and get them out?
