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.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Fuck, it was cold. It was that one thought that repeated itself over and over again for the past three or four minutes as he stood outside, right next to one of the few helicopters parked. Aaron kind of missed the order the military used to have. The assignments only his unit was given. Now it was everyone doing everything, no matter what rank, no matter what unit, no matter what job. In the past few months in Lethford he was assigned guard duty, patrol duty and even latrine duty - although the latter he gladly forced onto someone else. He was still holding the rank of captain and it should provide him with at least a tiny bit of strength.
Emerald eyes checked out the helicopter in front of him. He leaned back against a couple of wooden containers with a red label slapped across the sides and the top of each to mark them as military property, crossing his ankles over another. Next to those were a bunch of smaller, moving boxes and bags all filled with essential supplies. Supplies which he and whoever was going to be the pilot were supposed to get to the other side of the city. The heavy snowfall had made it difficult for citizens to move to get what they needed, hospitals were relying on their leftover resources and with the frequent blackouts also relied on their emergency generators a lot more.
Things slowly started to become much harder. But Aaron couldn’t really care less as he unpacked the microwaveable meal he had warmed up just before marching out and to the meeting spot. He opened the lid, hot steam escaping from the opening into the cold air. His eyes lit up at the sight of something warm and he dug the plastic fork it came with into it, stirring the food around. More steam rose from the small container. He puckered his lips, blowing at the hot and cheesy goodness, waiting for it to cool down so he could eat.
No matter how badass he would act, the thought of flying and being stuck inside an aircraft high up in the sky without being able to have the safety of solid ground always made him feel a little queasy. Would he regret stuffing his face now? Probably. Aaron lifted his gaze, looking up at the sky. Fortunately, they were lucky - for now - the sky was semi-clear with only a few clouds hovering around. As long as it wasn’t going to snow again…
As he shoveled a spoon full into his mouth the brunette lifted his eyes to look at someone approaching, having spotted a silhouette moving in his direction from the corner of his eyes. He skipped over the file he was handed earlier, not feeling like reading at that moment. He found his own name on the first page and another one next to it which he assumed was the pilot's name. "You must be my chauffeur for the day." he said in between chews, not bothering to even think about manners.
Arden was glad to finally be getting some air time. The weather lately had been canceling things left and right. Making it difficult to actually get a helicopter into the air. Not that she couldn't handle rough flying conditions. She had done so plenty of times and saved a lot of lives during some of them. But she knew that no one would willingly be sending a pilot and others into the air when the chances of a crash landing were higher due to winds and poor visibility. It was something that had soured her mood. Meaning she was stuck to maintenance duty. And while that was okay for a few days, the fact that it had been weeks made her practically buzzing with excitement to get her hands on a cyclic-pitch lever. Or for the less knowledgeable, it's her type of steering wheel.
She let her eyes roam over the file for a few minutes, waiting for her coffee to finish brewing from the single use k-cup machine. She'd want something warm before she got in the air. Weather that would definitely be colder the higher they went. That was just science. She had already pre-creamed and sugared the cup of coffee so once it was complete, she gave it a good stir, slapped a lid on and was out the door. The file tossed haphazardly down on her desk before she left. Surely her partner, a Captain Lowell, would have his with him which meant why did they need two copies?
She was just the pilot. She had other things to worry about over paperwork. It was that thought process that had her zipping up her dark bomber jacket and pulling her dark beanie over her head. Her typical uniform under the jacket and boots laced up properly. She would at least look the part instead. Her footsteps were sure even as the wind assaulted her cheeks and made them instantly flush a light pink. Even the tip of her nose also turning a similar color. She was approaching the helicopter that she had already done inspections on earlier in the day when she saw someone hunched over their little cup of steaming food. "Chauffeur? If you want one of those, I am pretty sure you are not going to like how they fly this thing," She retorted, patting the front of the massive machine.
"But if you meant pilot, then absolutely. Arden Lynn Parker, your temporary mission partner." She said with a sure smile, sticking out a gloved hand towards him in greeting.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Aaron gleefully stuffed his mouth with another forkful of military-styled mac and cheese. But there was certainly worse food than that. This was at least decent because what could go wrong with cheese? He kept his eyes fixated on the food, watching the steam dance around as it escaped the small container. His hand was hot from holding it but at least some part of it was as he stood, waiting in the cold.
Once the voice replied to his question he actually bothered to glance up. His eyes met those of a woman patting the helicopter as if it was a horse. Aaron snickered, rolling his eyes and bobbing his head to the sides. Chauffeur, pilot, cab driver… eh sounded pretty much the same to him.
"Let’s make one thing clear from the get-go Parker." he immediately responded right after she introduced herself to him, lowering his gaze to her hand waiting to be shaken by him. Instead of doing that, he pointed his plastic fork at it before moving it slowly up until it pointed at her face. "I don’t do partners. Be it permanent or temporary. Doesn’t matter. Hard pass. No thanks." Aaron gesticulated with the fork before letting it drop into the food container, then squished it all together between his hands and tossed it into the trash can that stood nearby. Half a dunk!
The brunette gave himself a small push from the containers he was leaning against and stepped forward, clasping his hands together in pretended eagerness. The only thing he was eager about to get this whole thing over with. Their mission was clear: get supplies in, fly over to the other side of the city, bring supplies, and return. The end. This couldn’t take too long, could it? Did he want to curse himself? No, certainly not.
While he didn’t care about the series of remarks and snarky comments that left his lips ever so often he would never, ever, think about saying those cursed words and phrases - especially not if it involved being stuck inside a piece of metal up in the air with chances of crashing being way too high for his own taste.
Aaron got a hold of one of the bigger boxes filled with supplies and walked to the helicopter. "The quicker we get this done the less time we have to spend with each other. Sounds like a good deal, doesn’t it?"
She raised her brows at him as the fork waved between her hand that was out stretched and then to her face. Here she had come up here happy for the chance to fly. No matter what the actual temperature had been outside. Yet it seemed she had been paired with the sour puss of the base. Great. Just fantastic. A small look of 'seriously' passed over her face, her eyes flickering to his, now, very pathetic cup of food. This was just going to be a very interesting flight now. Especially as he seemed unfazed that he might have offended her in anyway and tossed his trash towards the can.
Arden give him a total of thirty seconds on her end, hoping he was going to laugh and say 'oh I was just kidding,' and actually introduce himself. Instead of her just knowing him from what the assignment had told her. But as he didn't do such a thing. She tucked that hand that hung stupidly in the air between them back into her leather bomber jacket. Raising her shoulders up just a bit so it covered more of her neck before she, instead of walking towards the containers he was grabbing hold of to load, walked towards the helicopter. "An interesting deal indeed, kid." She remarked.
She paused long enough to open the door for him, sliding it back into place for him to get the boxes loaded before she climbed inside and went to the pilot's seat. Her hands brushing over the buttons and flipping a few switches to get the lights up and going. Her body shifted into her seat and she barely spared him a glance over her shoulders as she did her pre-flight check. Something that surely only took her about the time that it would take for him to load just two of those crates and head for the next. She looked over her shoulder, leaning just far enough back that her blue eyes rested on him.
"Since we aren't partners or anything of those sorts, I feel like I should let you know that my job description for this mission was just to pilot. Not load or unload the helicopter. So you don't mind that I just follow the exact details of the assignment right? Since partners are usually the ones that help each other out. Would hate for you to get the wrong idea there sport." She said causally before she grabbed her headphones and secured them over her ears, giving him a cocky grin as she did. Knowing that the headphones would make it harder for her to hear any retorts he might have for her. At least until he put on his own set.
