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.
Growling deep in his throat, Michael slammed the heel of his hand into the wheel of the car. Curfew had already hit, the streets should’ve been empty but traffic had snarled up the closer he’d gotten to downtown. People leaving the police station, Prism maybe, places were they were still working until late, bucking the curfew and the demands that they all get off the streets after dark.
Teeth gritted he dropped his hand to the badge wallet on his own belt. A reassuring tap that was anything but. It would be all he needed to get around any traffic stop but it wasn’t doing a bloody thing to help him track Abi down. Michael thumped his hand again, hovering at the edge of the car horn. A blast might get the string of idiots ahead of him out of the way but all it was gonna do was bring more attention down on him. Most cops might understand the fact that he was out here to find his kid but the rest of the uniforms wouldn’t.
There’d been packs of them working their way through town as he’d driven away from the office to the home Abi should’ve been holed up in. Going house to house, supposedly just keeping people in line but nobody really believed it. There were already rumours flying around, stirring up trouble on top of what they already had with the virus. Scare mongering for the most part, blown off by some as out and out lies, but the evidence was there and instead of staying put and listening to her father when he’d told her that it wasn’t safe going out there on her own, his daughter had decided to blow it off too.
A note on the fridge to say she’d just gone to a friend’s place … across town … that she’d be back before curfew. An absolute ignorance of the dozen calls he’d put through to her phone. She had that with her at least. Gritting his teeth as he’d hammered his details into the tracking app on his laptop, Michael had breathed a sigh of relief that she’d at least had some sense. Some.
As the traffic crept forward another couple of feet he gave in and screeched into the bus lane. The driver’s side wheels clattered up on the sidewalk, dropped back down with a jolt as he turned onto the street Abi’s phone was still pinging on. Residential, dark with shattered street lights like missing teeth. No sign of anybody on the street itself but a handful of windows were lit up overhead. Shoulda been more.
Blue eyes raked the street as he pulled up at the curb. Snatching his phone up, making sure his badge was still there with a tap of his fingers, Mikey got out of the car. The street was absolutely deserted, quiet, but as he started back down it, gaze skittering over those windows he saw a door open up ahead. A figure moving into the street, not Abi, but life at the least. He screeched to a halt a dozen feet back, suddenly gun shy as he realised he’d left his damn mask on the counter at home. ”Excuse me. You seen a teenaged girl around here? About yay tall, long brown hair …” Smart assed expression, her mom’s green eyes instead of his blue. Too bloody stubborn for her own good.
Lexi was a rule-follower. She always had been. Even when she was a little kid, the idea to go against set rules and break boundaries never appealed to her, much to her parent's obvious delight. She liked order and control. Though, oddly enough, she was not the kind of person who would ever be described as rigid. She liked spontaneity and fun, she didn't mind doing things that seemed embarrassing to others or caring much about what people thought. She liked following her gut and going with the flow, just not when it came to breaking rules. Tonight, however, would be an exception.
It was Friday, which meant she had the upcoming weekend off of course, but the internet in her apartment had been awful lately and she was the least technologically-inclined person in the world. One look at all the cords connecting to the boxes had her waving off the idea of trying anything herself so she had been forced to schedule someone to come look at the issue. Unfortunately, they weren't available until Sunday which meant she was looking at the world's most boring weekend ahead of her.
The movies weren't open, nor were gatherings permitted and the library had closed already so she couldn't even pick up some new books. She thought for half a second about the option of doing something DIY around her place but figured with her coordination she was better off not attempting it. Instead, thankfully, her mother came to her rescue with a call informing her that she accidentally had a package shipped to their home and not to her place. Lexi's brows had furrowed a moment in confusion before she remembered that she had ordered the entire Indiana Jones movie collection a few weeks ago.
Weekend saved. Lexi had glanced at the clock and debated the issue of breaking curfew for a solid four minutes before asking her mother to put the box outside their door for her to pick up. It was late, but her parents only lived a few blocks away, an easy 10 minute walk at most. She reasoned that she wouldn't speak to anyone, wouldn't be bothering anybody, and really, who could it possibly hurt if she walked there and straight back? So with solid resolve she collected her things and left her place.
She had just made it out of the apartment doors and down the steps when a man walked over, his movements tense, his voice edged with anxiety. Lexi shook her head in response to his question, she hadn't passed anyone on the way down and she had been in her apartment since her class had ended hours ago so she knew she wasn't much help. "No, I'm sorry. Is she lost?" Her eyes scanned the street, but it was mostly empty. She found herself hoping this wasn't a child that had ran from a parent and gotten lost or something of the sort.
Her gaze moved back towards the inside of her building and she noticed the security guard wasn't at the front desk. It was, of course, against the rules to let a stranger into the building, but her side that taught children couldn't just ignore the guy and let it be. "Do you want to come inside? I don't see the security guard, but I have his number. There's cameras in all of the hallways and inside the lobby. I'm sure he wouldn't mind reviewing them if there's a chance she could be inside." She gave him a small shrug as she laid the offer out. Was she taking a huge gamble on a stranger well past curfew? Sure. But turning her back on someone who needed help wasn't her. Even if she couldn't actually be of much help.
