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.
When Sacha had told him about the priest and nun idea, Kit had immediately been on board for going to an illegal warehouse party. He'd combed his hair back, putting on the priest uniform, definitely feeling like he was going straight to hell - but hadn't he always been? And then he'd driven them both to the location provided, making sure to park a good distance away. Getting out of the vehicle, Kit took in a deep breath, shutting his door and moving to the rear of the vehicle to wait for Sacha to join him.
"I wonder how many people are there already." He said, making friendly conversation because the crisp night air felt like it was closing in on him. Kit had a strong feeling that they needed a good escape route, which is why he'd parked the way he had - all they'd have to do was run away down the alleyways, jump in the car, and go. "Did you wear comfortable shoes?" He asked, cocking his head like a dog might.
The idea of wearing a nun and a priest was laughable to Necco and she couldn’t have been happier that Kit was just as excited to do it with her. In a way, she was not surprised- they were pretty much one brain cell at times. That’s what happened when you’ve lived with one another long enough and shared cheerios. In some ways, she had been concerned that the sheer top with the upside-down pasties would be a lot but it had been a long time since she had felt pretty. With the long blonde hair under the habit, it hung past the cheap plastic-like fabric but baby hairs peeked from the edge of the habit.
A small smile pulled the edges of her lips as they reached near the warehouse and a part of her was so excited but there was a small feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Pulling the handle of the door, she stepped out after Kit did, her fingers pulling the skirt down lower on her thighs. Flashing a light smile at the other male, a single leg lifted up to show the platform boots that covered the fishnets before moving to rest her hand on his shoulder and lend her chin against his arm.
“I’ve run worse. Besides…” Grabbing one of the zippers on the skirt, she pulled it to show it would move up before sliding it back down. Grabbing his hand, she began to pull the man gently towards the warehouse. “I hope they got some snacks because a bitch is hungry.” Tossing a light smirk back at Kit, she could already hear the bass and couldn't help the slightly cheesy grin that pulled the edges of her lips
287 Words | @kit | Short but I figured that would be more fun | [X]
He chuckled as she joined him, leaning her chin on his arm, flashing her shoes and displaying the functionality of her skirt. He gave her an ‘ahh’ look, a smirk curling the edges of his mouth. ”I see. Very sensible.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Kit would have broken every bone in his body at least twice if he’d ever tried to walk - forget run - in shoes like that.
Kit let her take his hand, leaning back as if she were taking him against his will, his head tossed back dramatically. ”And you’re still faster than me? Do girls go through special training to walk in stuff like those?” He demanded, smirking as he dropped his chin and started to match her pace. They neared the entry door to the warehouse that had been listed as the location of said secret party, and Kit graciously stepped up and opened the door for Necco, waving her in. ”I’m sure there’ll be food at some point. Definitely alcohol. Ladies first.” There was laughter in his tone, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He was so ready to stretch his arms and breathe for once. He was so tired of this pandemic.
He'd follow her in, stepping into a small entry way with another doorway to a dark room. "Ah right. I remember something about a haunted house. Didn't realize it was a requirement to party." He grumbled, mood dampening. Kit hated haunted houses.
"And you’re still faster than me? Do girls go through special training to walk in stuff like those?”
An amused smile of her own tossed back at the male, blonde hair pooling over her shoulder. "Of course. We meet when you fall asleep at your computer. We gotta be careful, ya know. Can't have the dudes knowing our tricks. Superior gender, and all." The teased slipped through her lips easily as eyes rolled forward but her lips remained a small smile. Kit was really one of the only people that would see her like this- goofy, carefree. It could be because he dealt with a lot of her other personality traits that many people wouldn't have. It was almost the unspoken bond- for a long time, they really didn't have anything else other than each other. Dirt poor laughing at bad televisions shows with nothing but spaghettis O's.
Reaching the door, Necco could feel the excitement filling her. How long had it been since she could just dance and drink without the worries of the world? Well, that would be hard to think of but a break was just what the doctor ordered. Dark eyes followed Kit as he moved to the door and she admired the effort that he had put into to match. It was fun to do this! For one night, she wasn't the leader of a rebellions' group in the middle of a pandemic and she could really just be herself- even if for a few hours
”I’m sure there’ll be food at some point. Definitely alcohol. Ladies first.”
Raising her brows, she nodded her head some as she raised a finger to point at him. "You're right. I want lots of alcohol." Wrinkling her nose in humor, booted feet carried her forward into a room she really hadn't considered. Painted eyes blinked slightly, her head turning back to glance at Kit. Raising a finger, she pointed at the door before hearing Kit speaking of a haunted house. Blowing air out of her mouth, she dropped her arm before moving to wrap it around his own. "Don't tell me you're spooked by some cheap-ass costumes?" Examining his profile, red lips quirked. "Don't worry, I got you. Just-" Moving her hand forward, she looked towards the door. "Keep moving. Think of the drinks, food... cuties with some good booties that will need a drink themselves. Tempting, right?" 400 Words | @kit |She a dork, i sorry. | [X]
Kit scoffed, putting a hand to his chest, right over his heart, as if he were hurt by her words. ”All this time, and you’ve been leaving me out of your secret girl meetings? I’m offended.” He mocked right back, the expression of play-hurt slowly fading into a carefree grin. He certainly agreed with her sentiment about alcohol. Kit was more excited for the free booze than anything. He could do without the crowds, but he knew that this party - while illegal - was something that Sacha would enjoy, and something he should at least try to enjoy.
Now that he’d remembered there was a haunted house, however, he was feeling like maybe he’d just skip? Only Sacha’s jab made him square his shoulders and tilt his chin stubbornly. ”Of course I’m not afraid of costumes.” He replied, indignant. Trying to hype himself up to even enter the actual haunted house. Kit let out a bark of laughter at her words. ”Drinks and food, yes. But I’ll let you handle the cuties with the booties, yeah?” He tossed her way, trying to look casual and tough as he strode towards the entrance to the haunted house. Immediately, he was creeped out. The room was dimly lit, and there wasn’t anything but a bunch of junk in the room. That was, of course, until figures started to rise from the various hiding spots in the room, all dressed in rags and made up to look dead. Snarling, the zombies began to descend on them. Even knowing it was all makeup didn’t stop Kit from jumping and then snatching Sacha’s hand, tugging her forward and through the room. Something like ’not today, Satan’ ran through his mind.
”Pretty good costumes.” He huffed as soon as they were in the next hallway. ”How many rooms you think we gotta make it through?”
The tilt of his chin and the stubborn set of his jaw made the woman's lips pull into a small smile. In a lot of ways, Kit was her person. Not necessarily her partner romantically but in a lot of ways, she considered him her soul mate as a friend. There were times they could talk with almost just a look and a lot of times, he was the only one who could cool down her hot-headed moments. When you go through life with little people, there had been times she had tried to push the stubborn man away but either he was too dense or he saw right through it was two different things.
”Of course I’m not afraid of costumes.”
A soft 'Mm'hm' slipped past her lips as her brows raised somewhat at his words but she didn't believe him at all.
”Drinks and food, yes. But I’ll let you handle the cuties with the booties, yeah?”
A pout pulled her painted lips, as she tilted her head. The vinyl headpiece slid behind her as her eyes examined him for a moment. What was she without a wingman? Truth be told, a part of her was lonely but with how much she wanted to get drunk, no one would want to be around her much because she would just want to dance all night.
When he moved through the door, a light laugh escaped her lips as she moved in step with him despite the heels. Pursing her lips slightly, Sacha peered around the room as the figures begun to move from the darkness towards them with alarming speed for what would be considered the undead. Kinda funny considering what was going on in their city but for a moment, it was just actors in costumes- not something that could actually happen. As soon as they did slip from the darkness, Kit was grabbing her and hauling ass to the next room. A snicker left her as they made it to the next door and she couldn't help but shake her head, pulling his hand easily into the next room.
"How many rooms you think we gotta make it through?"
It was white with hospital beds surrounding them on each side with body bags on either side of them. A chill slid up her spine for a moment and she couldn't help but let out a laugh of nerves. It was bright in the room with some flickering lights that really would have creeped her out probably a few years ago more than it did now. "Shit bro..." 430 Words | @kit |Oooky sPOOKY | [X]
