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?
HAYANA
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Hi! I'm Haya. I'm pretty much your girl for everything! If you have any questions regarding our plot, membergroups, etc. don't hesitate to ask me. I'm also in charge of coding, graphics, anything skin related, and advertising/affiliates.
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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.
It was half past ten o’clock at night, Thursday. A cold one, too.
Louis was holding a phone to his ear. It was an old Nokia- no smartphone, and one of the last brick phones available since the rollout of 5g.
5g; that had been some gimmick, hadn’t it? Louis had a thought or two for the subject; namely, its connection with government projects, but that was something best not voiced. Hell, there were lots of things best not voiced. This occasion, though- what Louis was facing? Well, he got a mind to tell somebody.
Out of all the people that were in Louis’ phonebook, a person would be smart to question: Why Grayson Davenport? The two didn’t know each other well. Hell, they’d met at a horse race, speculating on the winner together. Numbers exchanged as a part of an invitation to a blood drive Louis was involved with, and beyond meeting a couple times in passing, they were largely unfamiliar. Yet...
The line rang once or twice, and Grayson picked up, like you do when someone’s calling you.
Louis’ response though…
Not so typical.
“We gotta meet, now,” Louis hissed, almost as if he was speaking whilst gritting his teeth. “Ain’t got no time for questions, boy. Where are ya now? I’ll swing by.”
In the background of the line was light car traffic and wind, indicating Louis was somewhere outside. Other than that; there was no context. Louis was calling this kid, out of the blue, with the type of urgency that would rival a hungry baby’s cries.
The way the subjects reacted to the cure they had right now was anything but desirable. There were so many side effects, from insomnia to organ failure, and often the cure itself resulted in death. What they had developed at the moment could hardly be called a cure; it was more like a torture device. That’s why Grayson had stayed at work until late, trying to understand why the subjects showed these symptoms and how he could prevent them. Right now, his research hadn't gotten him much closer to an answer.
Tired, he swung his coat on the sofa and turned back towards the door to lock it. The apartment was nothing like he’d been used to at home, but he much preferred it this way—this place actually felt like home. He sat down on the sofa with a yawn only for his phone to ring from within his coat's pocket. It took a few seconds before he unlocked the device—meanwhile wondering why Louis would call him when he saw the name appear on the screen—and picked it up.
The first thing he heard was the sound of a car passing by, then a voice told him they needed to meet. "Why?" he asked, but immediately got told there was no time. Confused as to why the other needed to see him right now or why he sounded so urgent Grayson was quiet for a few seconds. "I'm at home, he finally spoke again. “It’s on the second floor, on the left,” he specified after giving the address. The tone of Louis' voice told him this was urgent; that something was going on. And Gray didn’t know what else to do than give the other his address.
The minutes after the call ended crept by excruciatingly slow. He'd begun with unlocking the door again, after which he started pacing around, alone with his thoughts. He wondered in what state the other would show up. If Louis wanted to come to him out of the blue like this something must have happened; he didn't know the other well enough for social visits at this hour. Then again, he also didn't know the other well enough to be the first to be called in emergency situations.
