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.
Shit, piss, ass and every other off colored word that she could think of came flooding into her mind as she stood there at gunpoint as the stinging, biting and blowing snow of the blizzard that rolled into the area slapped at the outer layer of her winter gear. The gear helped but she could still feel the cold seeking and clawing at any exposed flesh that it could find and she hated every moment of it.
She kept her hands behind her head like the good girl she was and dared not to move a muscle while she was getting screamed at by the guards who didn’t know her and with no way to prove who she was since the hellish winter winds rolled in and ripped away her base access credentials AND to top it off, for one reason or the other she didn’t bring her CIA credentials with her, those were safely locked up in her gun safe at her home. Maybe she should take a page from American Express and never leave home without it.
This was much worse than her run in with that local Kane cop after she hit the off switch of a bunch of people she had been tasked to kill in the QZ. At least Kane wasn't a trigger happy grunt that would use lethal force as an option, oh and she had her kit then so she could take a few in the chest and still be fine. Not so much in this scenario, all she had on was her thick winter jacket, a pair of winter pants and her boots.
"I can assure you that this is all just a giant fuck up. Call the base commander, I just met with him like an hour ago." She had to raise her voice so the guards could hear her over the howling wind. It earned her a quick "shut the fuck up" before the same guard started squawking into his radio, mostly likely calling for assistance and there was no way that she would be able to get out of this, not yet at least.
Alright, let's go over this. You don't have any proof that you can be here. The base commander is gone for the weekend. You're standing in the middle of a blizzard with a couple of guards pointing M4 rifles at you and a woman you don't know. You don't have any weapons or armor You are screwed
First step would be to get out of the cold. She hated the cold. "But seriously, it's below freezing in the middle of a blizzard. Can we do this inside?" The same hot head threatened to 'blow her away' if she moved a muscle and she instantly felt pure anger in the pit of her soul screaming to be unleashed. Fucking wet-behind-the-ears Privates.
Guess they were waiting for whoever they called to show up….
When one was a translator, especially one who worked for the government, you traveled and went places when you were needed. You didn't ask too many questions, you got your filed and you went. Today, it brought Tyler to the military base. She had shown up, had to sign way too many papers to state that she would be sworn to secrecy on what she translated and why she was there that day. It was all protocol and she didn't mind it. She was just nosy enough to enjoy her job but was secretive enough to actually keep herself from getting arrested.
Most people looked at her and saw a pretty blonde, instantly thinking she also went with the stereotype of 'dumb' as well. But clearly that wasn't true. She did her rounds and then exited the building, dark denim jeans were tucked into knee high boots. A long coat, charcoal in color, covered her body and blonde hair down around her shoulders. She slipped a beanie over her head as she stepped out into the strong winds and shivered. She just needed to make it to her car and she'd be good to go. But a large gust of wind thought differently. Her credentials that she'd need to leave the base were swept out from her hands and she went running after them. That was, until she found herself face to face with a stranger at her side and a yelling man pointing a firearm at them.
Tyler was not going to stand for this. In the hypothetical sense, as she was not going to plant her tanned rear in the snow below her. Her hands shot up and she felt her manicured brows pull together. "Cher Seigneur!" It seemed whenever she was caught off guard or frustrated, French or Italian fell from her. "Is this really necessary?" She snipped at, but as a second man appeared at the others side, adding another pointed weapon, she stepped back. Her eyes glancing over to the dark haired female. Annoyance on her face. "Where are your credentials?" Those icy blue eyes of hers threw a sharp look at him."Must we do this outside? I just finished indoors. Call Commander Ryder."
She closed her eyes tightly as felt her temper slowly creeping into play at the situation, she had always worn her passion on her sleeves when she was younger but it was quickly controlled thanks to not only her time in the Marines but it was tempered even more thanks to the training that the CIA provided her.
"Look, I get that you boys are doing your jobs but we.." She motioned to the other lady with her that had the unfortunate luck to be stuck out in the cold along with her dumb ass. "We can just leave. Hell, just escort us out of here but I'm freezing my 34D tits off out here and would like to get out of the cold and someplace warm.
This, apparently, was perhaps one of the worst things that she could have said because both the guards looked at each other then back at the both of the ladies and they agreed that it was far too cold to be outside so the guards walked over them both and instructed then to both to turn around and place their hands behind behind their back and that they would be escorted to the holding area until they can get ahold of base command.
"Oh what the FUCK?! Are you serious right now?" She complained but complied as she turned around and placed her hands behind her back, one of the guards moving forward to grab an arm and place her in handcuffs and escort her to the holding cells. She had to fight the instinct and the training to not resist.
Well…on the plus side, they would be out of the cold now.
