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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ADDI
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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
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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.
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"He’s not gonna let us take him inside." he told her, lowering his voice. He already knew where this was going. The guy wouldn’t be able to make it no matter how much they tried. Nevertheless, they had to at least pretend. Mick quickly grabbed an IV catheter, wrapping a tourniquet around the man’s upper arm, looking for a good vein. Once he found one he smoothly put in the needle followed by the catheter. Taking out one of the saline solutions he connected the transfusion to the IV and pinned it on a hook. The sudden sound of a shot fired took him by surprise and he froze for a moment, his eyes glancing at the gunman outside. He really wanted to punch that guy in the face for being stupid like that. "You need to calm down. I know this is probably nothing you’re used to but just do me a favor and take some deep breaths. There is no way he will make it. I know it's gonna be hard but you need to give up on him." he said, his eyes darting between the gunman and Adelaide. After making sure she steadied her breathing he moved towards the rear of the car to open one of the drawers to take out a chest seal. If this would have happened a year ago he wouldn’t even have remembered where they were because gunshot wounds were super rare back then - nowadays it was common… too common.
Just as he was about to take out a seal another shot was fired and hit the cabinet next to him. "What are you doing?! Are you trying to fool me?! I ain’t an idiot!" the gunman yelled, his right index finger placed on the trigger, ready to fire another round. He really had to hold back to tell him that he was indeed an idiot. Because if he wasn’t he would have been giving his friend an actual chance of surviving by letting them transfer him to the emergency room with actual supplies and operation rooms. Mick exhaled before turning his head towards the man, his eyes momentarily pausing on the hole in the cabinet. Well, his supervisor won’t be too happy about it. But that issue he was going to solve later - hopefully. "Hey man. We are trying to save your friend over here but if you are keeping thi-" he stopped as the gunman suddenly fell to the ground, a puddle of blood gathering beneath his left foot. Mick blinked in surprise unsure of what had happened just now. The gunman howled in pain, his free hand desperately grabbing his injured leg. A sniper, he thought. The gunman mentioned the police around the corner. Maybe the SWAT was already positioned around the building.
A little spark of hope ignited inside him but then watched the gunman dragging himself into the ambulance before Mick could do anything - the gun now pointed directly at the two medics. He instinctively raised his hands in defense. "Hey… let me take a look at your wound." he suggested but was quickly stopped by the man’s scream. "NO! Close the doors! Close the doors now!" he yelled at Mick, his spit scattering around his face and the ambulance. Mental note: sanitize the ambulance later. “Okay.” Mick simply replied and slowly moved towards the door to close them. Now that the four of them were stuck in this small and quiet space everything seemed more surreal than ever. Had he ever encountered a gang member threatening him and his partner with a gun? Yes. Being stuck in the middle of a shoot out? Yes. Being stuck inside the ambulance with an armed person? No.
"I need to get something from where you are sitting, alright?" he told the gunman, glancing at Adelaide on his side. He slowly moved between the stretcher and the gunman, one hand trying to signal her to move to the other side so he would be somewhat shielding her. "Hey Adelaide, do me a favor. Duck on the count of three." he said carefully, his blue eyes fixed on the gunman. "What are you doing?!" the gunman asked, his voice shaking slightly. "One... two..." "THREE-"
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Mick listened to Adelaide's suggestion of him going inside the hospital to get supplies. He understood her intention. It was then that he spotted his partner hiding behind a car parked further away from the scene. He tried not to make it obvious and kept his eyes on the man in front of him but at least there was one more chance of someone being able to call the police if he couldn't.
"No. No one’s leaving!" the man yelled, waving around his gun. He glanced around nervously - his eyes darting back and forth. "There has to be another way! Fix him here! Now! FIX HIM."
"Okay. Okay. We can’t help him here on the street." Mick said, trying to calm him down. "We need medical supplies in order to help you. If you don't want us to go into the building then how about we put him into the ambulance? There are things we can use. If we don’t he will die." he said as a thousand thoughts ran through his mind.
"Let me get the stretcher and we will both put him on." Maybe just maybe if they were in a secluded space there could be the tiniest of a chance. With his hands still up in the air he slowly and carefully moved towards the ambulance. His eyes were focused on the man’s face as he tried to read him. He could see drops of sweat on his forehead - a sign of nervousness. A confident guy with a gun would be much better than having an anxious man waving around with a gun because their behavior was unpredictable.
Mick opened the the rear doors with one hand while keeping his other up. He then reached for the stretcher and pulled it down making sure not to let it slip out too fast as it was heavier than it looked. His muscles tensed as he pulled it out of the vehicle. "Let me help you. You won’t be able to do it by yourself." he said as he walked towards the gunman and his friend. The gunman hesitated for a moment before he let Mick take his injured friend by the shoulder. The both of them heaved him onto the stretcher. As soon as it was done the gunman quickly returned to pointing the gun at Mick. The paramedic raised one hand while keeping the other on the stretcher. "Okay. Now I will push him into the ambulance. You can sit down inside there." he explained as he put his other hand on the stretcher and started pushing it back inside the ambulance.
"Keep the doors open and no one moves! You understand?" the gunman shouted, pointing the gun at the people standing outside. Mick followed him inside the vehicle and started rummaging inside the drawers to get out the basics for treating a gun shot wound. "I will need some help. My partner isn’t here so let the doctor do her job." he said even though he really didn’t want Adelaide to join them. But he had no other option. "And keep the gun on me. You don't want to accidentally shoot her in the middle of pulling the bullet out."
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"You’re welcome." he said as she made some space on the bench for him to sit down. "I’m everyone’s hero." he told her with a little laugh before taking a sip of his coffee. "And don’t worry I prefer standing." Usually working as a paramedic meant to wait a lot - hence patience is the key. There used to be days with a lot of emergencies and days without any. He and his partner usually moved out about three times a shift which was pretty ordinary with most cases being smaller accidents like someone falling off a ladder during construction work on their homes or drunk people passing out or hurting themselves. But now ever since the spread of the virus nothing has been ordinary anymore. They had to move out at least ten to fifteen times a shift - working more than usual with the lack of paramedics in the city. A lot of people left - afraid of getting infected, a lot of people died after getting infected. However, that was the risk everyone had to take because they chose a job where pandemics made you work in the frontline.
When she asked him about his day he could only shrug. "The usual chaos. How about yours? Being a busy bee just like always?" he jokingly said, knowing that the two of them were quite busy these days. He took another large sip of coffee before it has a chance to cool down. There’s nothing worse than cold coffee unless it is iced on purpose. But hot coffee turning luke warm? Blegh. Not even a deadly virus could change that fact. "Movies? No. Someone cut our internet cable and it’s just too difficult to find a technician to replace it."
Mick’s head instantly turned towards the noise coming from a car speeding towards the hospital. His eyebrows furrowed as confusion hit. His ambulance was parked nearby and if the car wouldn’t come to a stop in time it would most likely crash into it. He was just about to go for a sprint towards the cars when it came to a sudden halt. Watching someone get out of the driver’s seat and helping someone get out of the passenger seat he didn’t think much of the situation. People driving injured individuals to the hospital instead of calling an ambulance were the worst.
But then he noticed the dark metal object in his hand - a gun.
His eyes dashed towards Adelaide who had already made her way towards the car. Mick carefully made his way over to her, stepping in front of her to shield her from possible danger. "Hey. Hey man. Don't worry we will help you. But you need to put your gun down." he said slowly, making sure not to make any sudden movements. Holding up his hands to show they were empty he took a step forward. "Stop! Right there. Don’t come any closer or I will shoot." the guy yelled at him, furiously waving around with the gun. "Alright. Alright. If you want us to help you, you really shouldn't threaten us with a gun. If you kill all of these people here? There won't be anyone left to help you."
Working as paramedic in a big city with gang crimes being the most prominent this situation wasn’t necessarily new to him. But usually there weren’t many others around. He had to think and act wisely. Any wrong decision could be the end not only for him also for others. "How about you tell us what the issue is? Is s/he hurt? Or infected?"
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Mick pushed the brake so hard he almost flung himself towards the steering wheel as the ambulance came to a halt in front of the emergency room. Good thing patients were tightly secured to the stretcher. He flung open the door, jumping out and jogging to the rear to open the doors. They rolled the patient out of the ambulance, rushing him towards the emergency room entrance where a team of doctors and nurses were awaiting them. "Vital signs were stable. Blunt head trauma. Patient lost consciousness about five minutes ago. His neighbor found him stumbling around outside of the apartment building. The police are currently investigating but they suspect an attempted robbery." he summorized as quick as he could while they rolled him towards the free space of the room.
After they transfered the guy to a hospital bed Mick grabbed the assessment sheet and ticked off all the important informations. Adding some notes here and there he glanced around the emergency room. Just like always these days it was packed with people - patients waiting for their treatments of results, relatives or legal guardians waiting for them to discharge. The air was full of nervousness and suspension - and the smell of sanitizer and blood.
"Man, let's get out of here." his partner said as he finished signing the paperwork. "Yeah." Mick nodded and took of his gloves ready to throw them away. As he walked out of the building he spotted a coffee truck next to the entrance. After everythung that happened Mick's body consisted of 80% coffee instead of water. It's what kept him running. A nice hot cup of black bitter nectar and he was ready for some more emergencies. He jogged over, ordered two cups and walked back."Want some coffee?" Mick asked his partner offering him the second cup in his right hand. "Nah, give me ten minutes I need to run an errand real quick. I'll be back in a bit!" he said before running off. "Well... more for me." he mumbled as he took a sip taking a glance around the area.
Spotting a familiar blonde sitting on a bench nearby a smirk played around his lips, long strides carrying him over. "Long day hm?" Since he didn't have anything else to do with the second coffee he held it in front of her face. "Coffee?" he casually asked, looking down at her with a simple smile.
Laidback, easy to hang out with, patient, enthusiastic, charming, open, extroverted, optimistic - those are the main personality traits Mick possesses. Mick had always had a good level of patient and never lost his nerves even if someone was downright impolite and mean to him. As a long-time paramedic, he experienced a lot and patience is something you just need when dealing with a lot of idiots. He doesn't even care. It just slides past him.
There were a lot of times when others got annoyed by his laid-back attitude but as mentioned before he doesn't care. It's hard for him to take things seriously that's why he tends to laugh at most serious matters. He can be a bit chaotic especially when it comes to organizing things. Papers would be scrambled around everywhere and there's no order in his apartment. He's prone to lose things like keys, wallets, glasses... just about anything small.
[attr="class","ozapptitle"]BIOGRAPHY
Mick was born and raised in New York City. His dad was working for the fire department as a firefighter and his mom was working for a management company. His childhood and upbringing were mostly unspectacular and ordinary until he was a senior in high school.
During a seemingly normal rescue, his dad and his team were sent to a burning building which they entered as they were told someone was still stuck inside. Little did they know it was a trap. The moment all of them went inside someone closed the door behind them and blocked it with a car. There was no other exit and the staircase was broken apart already. Stuck inside the smoke and the flames it didn't take long until the building started collapsing. They tried to make their way out somehow and managed to break the wall which led into the building next door but being the team captain his dad forced the others to leave first. Before he was able to climb out the upper floor collapsed as well, burying him in a pile of debris and stone. Only his lifeless body was recovered from the scene.
After an investigation, Mick and his mother were told that the building was set on fire on purpose by a small gang. Most of them were caught by the police via CCTV recordings and black boxes inside cars. His mother already being devastated by the death of her husband couldn't bear it anymore and left her son claiming that looking at his face and seeing her husband made it impossible for her to continue living a somewhat normal life. After she abandoned her son in his last year of high school he spent the last months at his uncle's house in Virginia.
Once he was done with high school he moved to Lethford City all by himself where he attended a paramedic school. After he completed the required training, passing the exam, and attending additional training classes he was transferred to the firehouse 38 where he first didn't feel really comfortable as he had to think of his dad every time he went to work. After some time he got used to it, he had fun with the choices he made until the virus started spreading. They were already busy on a daily basis but as more and more people got infected the workload just shit up through the sky. However, as much as he hates having so much work and losing his teammates one by one to either the virus or the rebel attacks he still doesn't regret anything.
