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.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Wesley placed a bag on top of the desk Henri would use whenever she visited him. It was covered with art supplies, there was barely any space to actually draw or paint on it. He smiled looking at one of the unfinished drawings she had pinned on the wall for later. Sometimes he wondered where she got her talent from... because it definitely wasn't him. Wesley could barely draw a cat, let alone make it look anything near realistic.
He put two of her sketchbooks into the bag and added a mix of pens and acrylic paint. There was also a watercolor set he thought she might want but if he forgot something he could just bring it to her later. Henri didn't ask for her belongings but he figured she might want them as they were stuck in Lethford and all her stuff was in Virginia. He also didn't want her to go through the hassle of buying new supplies. Most stores were closed anyway.
Once he finished packing her things, throwing in two of her favorite hoodies as well, he got into his car and drove over to Veronica's rented apartment. It was a strange feeling to have the two of them nearby again. They weren't living together but just the three of them being in one city was unfamiliar but yet familiar. So much time had passed since their divorce and they definitely never imagined this to happen.
A soft grin played on his lips throughout the whole car ride. He could say for himself that he was happy about the unfortunate situation - simply the fact that he had his family nearby, that he could see them more often. He only ever spent three or four weeks in a year with Henri... and the older she got the less often she visited him. He could understand. Her friends were at home, everything she needed and wanted was there. Being in Lethford was usually nothing more than a short vacation - or even an unpleasant field trip. Wesley couldn't say.
The bag was slung over his shoulder as he raised his hand and knocked on Veronica's apartment door.
Veronica had been struggling to get them a way back home - even as a FBI agent, her sway only went so far. The pandemic meant there was a strict travel ban. No one was willing to get caught transporting her and her daughter home just because Ronnie was feeling a little uncomfortable having to be trapped in the same city has her ex-husband. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Wes, he was a great dad and a good man. But that didn’t mean she didn’t feel awkward, that there wasn’t still a little bit of tension. They had been married and shared a daughter, after all.
Because she couldn’t get home, she’d had to scramble to get them decent living accommodations. Nobody knew how long this virus was going to last, so Ronnie was doing her best to make this new “normal” as normal as it could be. She’d been unpacking some groceries she’d just bought when she heard the knock on the door. Frowning, she abandoned her current task and moved through the living room to the door. Opening it, she blinked at Wes, her gaze moving to the bag on his shoulder. ”Hey.” She greeted, moving aside so he could step in. As soon as he was in, she’d close the door before turning to him. ”Henri’s been out today. What’s in the bag?” She asked, moving past him and back towards the kitchen, assuming he’d follow.
Returning to the bags of groceries, she sorted through one, setting each item on the counter before crumpling the bag in her hands.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] For a moment he thought she wasn't at home or wouldn't open the door for just anyone who came without notice. Baby blue orbs stared at the door expectantly and he was just about to knock once more when the door flung open.
"Hey." Wesley replied as he stepped inside her apartment, setting the bag down on the floor beside the door. It landed with a soft thud, the strap falling on top of it. "Some of Henri’s art supplies. Thought she might want them. I also put some of her clothes I had inside it." he replied to Veronica’s question about the contents of the bag he brought with him as he walked further inside, following her to the kitchen counter. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes when he was told his daughter was out.
Wesley felt bad and perhaps guilty that the two were stuck in Lethford. And maybe that they were stuck with him too. He knew, or thought, that Veronica preferred the distance between them. Things didn't end badly but they also didn't end very nicely. There was definitely room for improvement between the two of them. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything Wes could do to help them.
He stood on the opposite side of the counter, leaning slightly against it, one ankle crossed over the other. His eyes watched the items she unpacked. Reaching for one of the items he grabbed a box of cereals, sliding it over to his side. "So… how are things? Did you somewhat settle? Is there anything you need, anything I can help you with?" he asked, nodding as he read the text on the back of the package, glancing up at Veronica a couple of times.
Veronica gave the bag one last glance as he set it down, smiling as she headed for the kitchen. ”I’m sure Henri will appreciate that.” She told him, continuing with her grocery task, watching him from the corner of her gaze rather than outright staring at him. Since the divorce, it had always been easier to use Henri as some sort of buffer. It was easy to talk about their daughter, and much harder to talk to Wes when she wasn’t involved. At least for Ronnie.
As he grabbed the cereal, Ronnie glanced up at him before pulling the final bag towards her, beginning to unpack it. She let him finish his line of questions as she crumpled the bag in her hands, looking from it up to him again. There was a faint smile to her lips as she tilted her head, shrugging her shoulders. ”Things are fine, considering.” She replied, thinking of the general panic surrounding the pandemic. She was still fairly annoyed that she hadn’t been able to go home yet. ”Henri’s already found her flow here. She was talking about the school’s art program.” She met Wes’ gaze, brows raising slightly. Ronnie knew that he likely missed having Henri around, so maybe if she ended up moving to Lethford for school, that would make him feel a little better. That was one part of the reason they were here to begin with - so Henri could look at some different schools.
Did she need anything? Ronnie automatically glanced around the small apartment, as if something might jump out to her. She gave a little shake of her head. ”No thing we need. At least not now.” She said, grabbing a jug of milk and moving over to the fridge, placing it inside. Leaving the fridge open, she started moving from counter to fridge and back again, putting up all the cold items she’d bought. The grocery store had been a bit of a nightmare. Shutting the fridge, she turned back to Wes, hesitating slightly. ”Do you wanna stick around for dinner?” She asked, raising a brow and giving him an inquisitive look.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Wesley was pleased to hear good news about his daughter. Of course she did, he thought. She was born into two strong family bloodlines. It would have surprised him if she didn’t. "I’m glad to hear that." he noted, nodding in approval at the small accomplishment of his daughter.
Do you wanna stick around for dinner? Wesley stared at her for a good minute after that question. Dinner. With his ex-wife. He would have loved to stay for Henri. Maybe even for Veronica. But he wasn’t sure if he should. She did ask him though, but the inner policeman inside him was being suspicious of this. Before he wanted to think more about it he replied, "Sure, if it’s not too big of a hassle for you. What's the menu for today?" Scratching the back of his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. It’s not like they hated each other. At least… that wasn’t the case for Wesley. Veronica… he wasn’t sure. She had enough reasons to hate him from their past. Did the divorce add more? That was something he most likely was going to find out someday.
Taking a seat on one of the barstools he looked around the apartment. "It’s a nice place you found." he acknowledged, though, he would have wanted them to stay at his apartment. It would have been free but he also knew it wouldn’t have ended well - not for the long term. Wes could understand why Ronnie wanted her own home for as long as they were stuck in the city, who knew how long that would be, so he didn’t really comment on it any more than he should have. He was a man, but sometimes, he managed to be a smart man.
"You know you two need to be careful whenever you go out, right? There’s been some turmoil around the city these days. Henri should definitely not go out all by herself."
