private Left 4 Dead RP

[Rokkurin 214]

For those who are apart of the RP, here is the link to quickly get back to the OOC thread https://mlpforums.com/topic/151151-left-4-dead/

 

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IT has only been a few months since that fateful day. The day the zombies began to roam the Earth. No pony thought it was possible for the dead to arise and to destroy all of civilization. Oh how they were so wrong. The virus that began as nothing more than a common cold began to evolve at an alarming rate. Soon, all who were infected died within minutes. A slow and agonizing death. After only a few short seconds of passing, they would arise and began to feast on the living.

 

In the ruins of Baltimare, zombies roamed the once crowded streets. Longing to find a meal. Unbeknownst to all, there are four survivors hiding out, in hopes of being rescued. But it never came. They are spread throughout the city, not knowing that others are alive. Will they be able to find each other? Or perish to the zombies? Or even worse, killed by there own kind out of fear? Only time will tell.

[crispy fries 432]

Redwood crept through the hallway of a ruined house. She had come looking to scavenge whatever she could, but unfortunately for her, the place had already been looted. When she was about to leave, Redwood heard the moan of a zombie down the hall. She was armed with a baseball bat, and after sneakily coming up behind the zombie, she caved its head in with the bat.

[twiia 1,842]

Rosemary hid behind a boulder, terrified of the world above. There were zombies everywhere, roaming and feasting, searching for a meal. She feared she would be next. She heard the wail of a dying pony, and she ran. Rosemary ran as fast as she could, hoping to get out of this nightmare, but it wasn't possible. This is a dream, she thought. Its all a dream. A zombie pursuing her told her that it wasn't a dream. She had no food, no weapons, only her own magic which wasn't nearly strong enough. Thinking quickly, Rosemary teleported into a nearby tree and hoped there weren't any zombies nearby. If there were, she won't come out alive.

[crispy fries 432]

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Redwood heard a sound from behind the house, and it didn't sound like another zombie. She went to the backyard and saw a mare hiding in a tree, looking terrified. Redwood waved to her and gestured for her to come down and into the house. Having another survivor to watch her back might have been helpful, and Redwood needed all the help she could get.

[twiia 1,842]

Rosemary saw somepony below the tree. Relieved that it wasn't a zombie, she clenched her jaw and jumped out of the tree, wincing when she landed awkwardly on her side. She quickly got up and went into the house. Maybe it will be a bit safer than the other places she hid. She saw a mare, another survivor of the zombie apocalypse. If they worked together, maybe it will be safer than wandering the city alone. 

Edited May 1, 2016 by Icy Wind

[crispy fries 432]

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"Alright," said Redwood. "This house is safe, at least fer now. What kinda weapons do y'all have? Any food or medical supplies? All ah got is this here baseball bat."

 

Hopefully, she would at least have something. Although, even if she didn't, having an extra pair of hooves would be helpful.

[twiia 1,842]

"I lost most of my supplies when I was running from zombies. All I've got right now is my magic and a small piece of bread."

 

Rosemary suddenly wished she hadn't accidentally abandoned her makeshift spear and most of her meager food supply at that rock. She couldn't go back now, as zombies would probably be foraging there, waiting for her return. 

[Carl Poppa 464]

The forest green earth pony adjusted the straps on his backpack and secured his knife in the hilt strapped around his right hind leg.  He'd set out from Dodge Junction right after things had started looking bad--having packed his bag with a reasonable amount of provisions for a train ride--boarding the train with the intent to reach Fillydelphia.  Unfortunately, the train had unexpectedly stopped at Baltimare when some of the undead had been found on board.  With everyone filing off and panicking, and Downtrod having no idea how to drive a train, he'd decided it best to continue on foot.  He'd only been to Baltimare a few times in the past, however, and didn't know his way around the city.  The undead were slow and single-minded, he'd discovered.  It was a simple task to avoid them if one had one's wits about them, and that, he certainly did.  His stamina and powerful legs gave him quite the advantage over the dead, and he easily dodged around them without having to worry about fighting them.

 

At the current moment, he found himself positioned atop an apartment building, carefully studying the state of the decaying city below, his eyes scanning for any signs of life, and trying to scout the path to Fillydelphia.  In the streets, things were aflame, the dead shambled about unaware, and here and there he'd see what looked like it might be a live one.  It wasn't uncommon for him to hear the agonized shrieks and death rattles of other ponies, either, as the widespread chaos degenerated further.  'If only I'd thought to bring binoculars,' he thought to himself, squinting as he gazed across the horizon.  He thought he saw two live ponies in the distance near a house, but he couldn't be sure, nor did he know if that was even the direction he intended to go.

[crispy fries 432]

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Redwood swore, although it wasn't too much of a surprise that she didn't have anything. 

 

"Alright, ah got an idea," she said before grabbing a frying pan from the nearby stove and handing it to the other survivor. "This looks sturdy enough to bash a head in. Oh, and ah'm Redwood by th' way."

Edited May 2, 2016 by crispy fries

[twiia 1,842]

"I'm Rosemary." The pale unicorn levitated the pan with her already fading magic. "Thanks." 

 

Rosemary finally allowed herself a moment of peace, but she must not let her guard down, as there could be zombies approaching right this minute. Unsettled, she listened to the cool breeze and heard a distant moan. Rosemary's magic gripped the frying pan harder, ready to end a zombie's life if it comes to that. 

[crispy fries 432]

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"Alright, here's th' plan. Y'all see that convenience store?" said Redwood as she pointed out one of the windows to a store just down the road. "Ah'm pretty sure that there's still somethin' there we can take. We'll go down th' alley and in through th' back. Stay low and quiet."

[Carl Poppa 464]

After contemplating his options for a few moments, and watching the figures disappear into a house, Downtrod decided it would be prudent to at the very least investigate.  If they truly were Breathers and not Biters, he could perhaps ask them for help getting to Fillydelphia, or if they'd heard any news from there, or anything else.  Worst case scenario, they weren't actually alive and he'd have to put down a few Biters, and he wouldn't be any more or less lost than he already was.  The sturdy earth pony made his way over to the fire escape on the towering skyscraper's side, glancing down to ensure that there were none of the dead immediately beneath him.  There were a few on the street far beneath him, but they weren't near enough to be much of a threat.

 

Deftly he began his descent into the hellish scene the streets had become, vaguely wondering what had happened to the world to make this the reality.  He tried not to think about it too much, however, as he knew that he had no answers and pondering over things he couldn't get to the bottom of would serve as nothing other than a distraction given the current state of things. At the foot of the metal staircase, the stern-faced pony dropped to the concrete of the alleyway, keeping his eyes on the dead. 

 

A mutilated unicorn mare groaned and pulled itself towards him, but it wasn't the way he needed to go.  More importantly, a decaying stallion stood directly in his path, letting out deathly unnerving moans as it staggered towards him, its dead eyes glazed over and staring almost through Downtrod.  It was a thoroughly unpleasant experience, but he strode forward with determined steps, his hooves clicking against the concrete as he neared the Biter.  As he got close, he prepared to dodge around it, but it lunged as he moved, coming towards him with surprising speed that didn't allow him to draw his blade.  As the gnashing teeth came dangerously near his flank, Downtrod reacted on instinct.

 

His body swiveled, his hooves came up, and they smashed into the creature's lower jaw, knocking it's foul mouth shut with a crunch and staggering the Biter.  Taking the opportunity, Downtrod galloped forth a few paces and expertly extracting his knife from its hilt prepared to end the thing.  It stumbled towards him still, groaning as ever, though now the sound was much more garbled and wet. Tensing, Downtrod waited for it to get closer, then lunged, plunging the blade into its skull time and again, spraying himself with blood and brain matter, until at last, his body still trembling with adrenaline, the creature was definitely down for the count.  The undead mare he'd seen was getting closer now, and wasting no time, Downtrod tucked his blade back into its hilt and spun around, making his way towards the point of interest he'd seen from the rooftop.

[twiia 1,842]

Rosemary approved of the plan. The building didn't seen as disheveled as the others, which means not many ponies had been here. There would probably be some items left to salvage. Rosemary felt that food and water might be of greatest need, and weapons were important too. If there was a knife of something, that would be great. 

 

So Rosemary got up and quietly trotted down the alley, trying not to make a sound. This proved to be difficult, as there was so much trash littered around. The stench of decomposing bodies filled the air and Rosemary cringed, turning away from what looked like a heap scavenging rats. The mare constantly looked back, silently hoping that the undead had not followed. Being killed by a zombie was one of her biggest fears. She accidentally trod on a stick, and the splinter of wood made her jump. Were there zombies nearby who had heard her? She didn't dare think.

[Acnologia 167]

Kyubi panted as she flew through the air. She had been flying for a good half hour and her wing muscles were beginning to grow sore. She was fortunate that zombies couldn't fly, otherwise she would've died by now. "I should probably someplace to rest." The bat pony might've been blind, but she could still see, in a sense, via echolocation. Kyubi then landed on what felt like the roof of some building and sat down. She had gotten a katana along her journey, but that was all she had.

[crispy fries 432]

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"Quiet!" scolded Redwood. "We don't want no attention. Attention means zombies."

 

She crept up to the back door of the convenience store, which was locked.

 

"Aw, hell," said Redwood. "Watch mah back."

 

She then proceeded to hit the lock with her baseball bat. It made a bit of a noise, but was able to cleanly get the lock off.

[Acnologia 167]

Kyubi was brought out of her musings when she heard the tell take significant wood hitting metal. The bat pony looked over the edge of the roof and noticed a pony trying to break into a building. "You do know that there are probably vents that go into the buidling, right?" She asked, tilting her head.

[crispy fries 432]

@@Acnologia,

 

"Motherfucker," swore Redwood. "First of all, does it look like ah got wings, or fer that matter any way of gettin' up there? And second, who're y'all?"

 

Hopefully this other survivor was friendly. Redwood didn't have a problem with killing the living if she had to, but it would attract attention.

[Carl Poppa 464]

In the skies, a bat pony flew towards the same area where Downtrod had seen the signs of life. This cemented in his mind the idea that he should, indeed, investigate the area. He'd been in this city for a coon's age, just trying to survive and find his way to his parents, whom, he hated to admit to himself, we're probably goers by now. His supplies were exceedingly limited at this point as well, considering he'd not expected to be in the city like this for so long, and if he could work together with others things would definitely be that much simpler.

 

Not wanting to waste the opportunity and take too long arriving in the area, he began to gallop ahead at full tilt, taking note of which building the bat pony had stopped at and hoping he could get there before he or she would leave.

[Acnologia 167]

The bat pony gave a slight smile and shrugged. "My name is Kyubi. As for getting inside, hold on a second." With that, the bat pony headed into a vent and crawled through. Eventually, she entered the main part of the building and knew she had to be careful if there were any zombies in the building, she would have to be able to name a quick escape. "Oh well. No point in turning back now." She thought.

[crispy fries 432]

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Seeing as how the door was already unlocked, Redwood cautiously pushed it open and beckoned for Rosemary to follow. Hopefully, there was at least something salvageable in here. It had been far too long since the last time Redwood had eaten, and she couldn't go forever.

[twiia 1,842]

Rosemary followed, trying to stay quiet after her embarrassing encounter with the stick. She glanced at the frying pan and tiny hunk of bread in her magic's grasp, and started thinking about eating. She pushed the thought away, because if she hasn't starved to death yet, she should be fine... She also really needed some weapons, but it was unlikely the store still held anything.

[Rokkurin 214]

The glorious rays of the sun are starting to fade beyond the tall, once proud, skyscrapers. An ominous shadow befell the city as many of the zombies started to slow down in pace. Their heads twitched every so often and one would fall flat onto the ground. It would be night time in only less than 2 hours. No pony wanted to be caught in the night, unless they had a flashlight that was as bright as the sun. Over the course of a few months after the initial zombie infestation, the undead were nothing during the day. Slow and easy to dodge or dispatch. But at night... Things become a little more interesting. The survivors better find a suitable place to hid and rest for the night. Lest they fall prey to the horde.

[crispy fries 432]

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Redwood swore once again when she saw the sun hanging low in the sky.

 

"We gotta hole up here fer th' night," she stated before using a shelf to barricade the back door. "C'mon, help me get this place secure. We ain't gonna last if we don't lock this place up tight."

[twiia 1,842]

Rosemary levitated a few boards and used them to try to block the door. She looked around for other items to use as barriers. Her eyes settles on some rocks, and she secures them near the base of the door. It still didn't look sturdy enough, after all Rosemary wouldn't take any chances. A few more boards and shelves might do... She used for magic to levitate a shelf but was starting to feel a slight headache from magic overuse.

[crispy fries 432]

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"Make sure them windows ain't unguarded either," said Redwood as she shoved another shelf up against a few windows.

 

She then took a brief break to eat a bag of chips she had found on the floor. Redwood was hungry, and she would need all the energy she could get.