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
SITE OWNER + HEAD ADMINISTRATOR
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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ADDI
ADMINISTRATOR
Hey! I'm Addi. Hit me up if you need help with anything. I'm always for plotting so don't be shy. I like coffee, booze, and working out. I'm back from a long hiatus the dead so if you need anything, best ask the others until I get back into the groove of things!
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FINNLEY
GLOBAL MODERATOR
Hi hello! My name is Finnley, or Finn, call whichever and I'll be there for you (yes like the FRIENDS theme song). I am in charge of the claims and helping with miscellaneous things. Let me know if you have any questions!
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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.
Bridget sat in the booth she always did with the cracked vinyl and the cushions that squeaked. The small eatery was deserted aside from herself.
She was the lone soul in the establishment; it used to be a busy place steady with customers and filled with enthusiastic conversations. She longed for the days when there was chatter. As much as she appreciated the quiet, this place was never without noise...and she liked that. It was pleasant, but things had changed. The diner no longer shined. It was dim and dull. It seemed a place that not even the sun found pleasure. It was as if it merely glanced in the plate glass windows and moved on.
The blonde thought to herself it was a rather dismal day. The weather wasn't great, just cold and overcast. But the lack of natural light didn't add to the ambiance of the place. She took in a deep breath and exhaled heavily. She didn't know why she had come to the restaurant, nor did she know what she was looking to find. Perhaps coming there was just something to do, an unnecessary stop to pass the time. Perhaps she was in search of something she wasn't able to pinpoint, but there she sat.
Alone in the silence. In the darkness.
She sighed again and glanced out the window. Someone was crossing the street. At this time of evening, she rarely saw people. However, it wasn't often she left her apartment during the twilight hours...at least, not anymore. Time was ticking on and it was nearing curfew. Only fifteen minutes until the city shut down.
"I should probably go," she mumbled to herself while thinking about the walk home. It would take about ten minutes or so. She looked down at the black purse with the pebbled leather that sat by her side by her side.
As she stood, there was a light thump; it was her purse slipping to the floor underneath the table. The sound was lost on her as quickly as it had come. Her focus had shifted to a chilly draft that came from the kitchen area. Bridget shivered and tugged at the front of her cream cardigan. She pulled it tightly around her body and tucked her hands between her arms and torso. The woman began heading toward the kitchen where a backdoor led to the alley. As she neared it, she noticed it was open. Granted, it didn't lock properly. By pulling the exterior handle up, the deadlock would release. It wasn't supposed to be like that. She only knew from a waitress she'd befriended after years of service. There was a night when they had entered the building after hours to retrieve Bridget's phone. Bridget was always leaving things places and tonight was no exception.
She pushed the thick metal door that led to the alley and stepped through the threshold.
It was halfway home when she went to check the time and she realized she'd forgotten something. Her phone...and her purse...were both back at the restaurant.
Silently cursing herself, she turned back and hurried back to the restaurant where the door was again cracked open and there was a slight buzz coming from inside.