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.
There was an alarm going off somewhere. It sounded familiar... it sounded like... her phone alarm. Yes, that's what it was. Willa groaned lightly from her bed. Her body buried under the blankets and pillows that were once tucked carefully over her bed. But now were tangled between her legs and blocking her from the outside light. She had barely crawled into bed a few moments ago. She had gotten home late, as always. These times were proving that regular over time was just a normal thing now. She showered, and went straight to bed. As her hand slipped between the sheets and finally snagged her phone she looked at the time.
16:15
With the groan making its appearance from her throat once more, she threw the covers off and slowly slipped to the floor. Letting the cold floors of her apartment wake her up quickly. She opened a drawer to her dresser and started pulling clothes back on. She had made an appointment to meet with a doctor at the Lethford hospital at 17:30 and she planned on making it there in time. And looking somewhat presentable as well. She dragged a brush through her brown hair in hopes of smoothing out the flyaways. It worked for the most part, and she wetted her hands and ran it through the rest to tame the rest.
She smoothed down the white button down she had on, and threw on a navy suit jacket with a pair of matching pants. Strapped her gun to the inside of her waist band in the back, secured her police badge to the inside of her jacket and tucked her wallet into the suit pocket as well. Heels on, and one last look in the mirror. She looked like a detective of course, and thankfully she didn't look as exhausted as her cases had made her feel over the past several weeks. So at least she wouldn't scare off the doctor she was meeting. Or make him look at her like he needed to be prescribing her medication to help her sleep or cope with something she had seen.
Willa made a pit stop at a local coffee shop and ordered an iced coffee for the meeting before she made it to the hospital. She stared up at the big building and wondered how many patients were currently staying in the rooms. How many were infected amongst the others that were there. How well the halls were cleaned. All of the questions that she was sure was easily answered by even the newest of staff in the building. But it was still stuff she wondered about before she would enter the place. She couldn't quite help it. But with a quick sip of the coffee, she slipped the mask over her face and made her way in the doors. The nurses station was well staffed when she approached and she smiled under her mask. "I have an appointment with Dr. Beau Atlas." She told them.
With a quick flash of her badge, the nurse nodded and told her to follow her back to an office that was set up for the two. She was the first to arrive, which was fine. Gave her time to sit down and down some more coffee before she had to go through her questions with a doctor. Still following up on the raids, still following up on missing numbers. It was a new face every time. And a new number each time. But that was part of her job now. When she was left to her own in the room, she removed her mask and stood by the window, looking out into the parking lot that was below it.
Oh, living for the people That have nothing but their blues
It was one of the few times that Beau had gone home for the night and it was the same as it was every night. It was quiet and empty- not even the warmth of the lightbulbs made the place seem like his home. Since him and Grace had separated, it was like this. Arriving home, there was no one to greet him but the beeps of his security that he had recently installed. The smell of chemicals from the weekly maid lingered in the air and each night, he would just clasp his mug and stare out the back window over the pool that reflected the stars of the night. The silence was terrifying but it was also comforting. Coming from the hospital to the house that seemed to not breath at times, he felt relaxed despite the creeping loneliest that plagued his mind. In many cases, he would read the latest articles or work on his own if he even touched Neuro that month.
During the night, Beau could not rest. Wide eyes had stared at the ceiling as his mind just mumbled to itself about the patients he would see and the appointments that would be in his hands tomorrow. That didn’t even include the emergency room patients. It was a lot and since he knew a lot of General surgery, that meant he could be pulled into those as well. Raising his hands, amber eyes blinked slowly as he examined the lines that took over the aging hands. In many ways, he deserved this and he knew it. Even since he was child, Beau felt that there was a strong chance he would leave this world alone.
It was early when the Doctor had arrived- a couple hours before the sun would even rise. That meant doing rounds to check on some of the ICU patients and deal with the comments of, ‘you don’t leave here often, do you’. Most were harmless and despite his mask, Beau would always offer a polite smile in return. The older doctor knew people would poke fun at him but these were his people- the only people who were like his family at times.
That morning was a little different because he had a meeting with a detective about a patient, which wasn’t too strange but this time she was coming to him. Gentle fingers pressed on the abdomen of a man who had come into the ER after a small accident, his brow furrowed under the glasses and his lips were pressed under the layers of masks he wore. A resident stood near him, as he continued the examination till one of the younger nurses moved up to the end of the table, attracting their attention.
Flickering his eyes towards her, Beau’s brows unfurrowed as he stood straight before taking the clipboard from the other doctor. “The Detective is here to see you, Dr.Atlas.” The woman’s voice offered before he let out a light sigh, glancing back to the patient. “Dr.Brown is going to take you to get a few tests and I’ll be back to check on you later.” With a light nod to the other man, Beau took a step to follow the nurse as he set the clipboard down on the table.
Taking a quick stop, Beau grabbed the file from his desk about the patient from the case that the Detective was here for. Flickering through it, he refreshed himself some as he walked towards the meeting room. They had spoken briefly on the phone but had seemingly missed each other when he did make trips to the police station.
Coming to the door, he shed his doctor coat on the outside and replaced his pens in his pockets and his badge before knocking lightly with a knuckle on the door. Moving into the space, he offered a smile under the face mask and glasses as his eyes spotted the Burnette near the window. For a moment, he admired her but in his age it could be seen as a quick glance before he took a light step forward. “Pleasure to meet you finally, Detective Traver. I’m Doctor Beau Atlas. I apologize that we couldn’t meet at the station this time.”
The soft waves of her hair framed her face, the suit matching her pretty well while Beau stood simply in a pair of dark blue attending scrubs. Bringing the jacket in could bring more risk only because some of the tools in his pockets could carry more bacteria. Finally taking his eyes off her, he shifted to extend his hand to offer her the seat she had seemingly already sat in with the coffee. With a few steps, Beau lowered himself a few seats away from her before placing the file on the dark mahogany desk. “I pulled her file to help answer any questions I can.” Another light smile behind the glasses as once more his eyes were on the woman.
Willa wasn't sure how long she had stood at the window while she waited. She wasn't feeling impatient, nor was she someone who had a badge and demanded that she be answered to immediately. Well, most the time that was. She had an urgent side when she needed it. When a case was time sensitive or someones life was on the line, she definitely didn't just stand around and wait for some information. She'd go after it. But this was follow up, this was different. The doctors had a job to do and even though they had agreed to the date and time, the doctor was still on the clock and had patients to see and treat.
So when the door did finally open, she had a small smile on her face as she turned to him. He was older than her, handsome in all the traditional ways that one could think of. Surely he was smart, as she had been told he was a neurologist. And from what she knew, that wasn't the easiest to get a job in. So there was a certain amount of respect that had already been built for the man before she had even met him. Which was going to possibly help him out during their interaction, as she watched him with her dark eyes. There was a sense of observation in her look, but that just came with the job.
"Pleasure to meet you finally, Detective Traver. I’m Doctor Beau Atlas. I apologize that we couldn’t meet at the station this time."
She shook her head lightly at his apology. "No need to apologize. We all have jobs to do during this time. Thank you for taking time out of your day to speak with me. Hopefully you've had a good shift thus far?" Her voice light and polite, flashing a smile as he motioned to the seat she had placed her things in front of. She crossed the space within a few steps from her long legs and sank easily into the seat across from him. It was one of those seats that was covered in faux leather and had no lean to it, but it wasn't like people were supposed to spend long periods of time in the chairs. And the faux leather was probably the easiest for someone to clean and sanitize, which she was guessing happened on the regular now a days. Whether the room was used or not. It probably had a rotation with a check list somewhere on a nurses cart as they went about their new duties of cleaning.
"I pulled her file to help answer any questions I can."
She crossed her legs at the knee and took out a small pad of paper and a pen, though she placed those on the desk. After years of working cases, she was normally pretty good about remembering details without having to write them down. But she was never one to go in unprepared either. The paper was more of a 'just in case'. If there was a random number or someone that she had to contact that wasn't a name she already knew. More for spelling reasons than anything else. "I am just following up on a few things that the last detective seemed to have missed details on in their report." She admitted. She had been going over the files and found herself not exactly liking the way they were documented.
"It was said that the woman was treated after the raids. And that she had checked herself out early, before actually being released. Is that correct?" She knew that was correct, she had watched the footage herself. But she figured she would ease into the questions as she went. Confirming the information she already had before digging in deeper with the probing questions.
