Zombies in Vegas!

[Vinn Esper]

Setting: Modern day Las Vegas. Sometime around January

Background: Several months ago a global pandemic was suddenly unleashed upon the world. The last of the news casts traced the origin to somewhere in South America, with no mention of progress towards a cure. Billions are dead, but you're not, not yet anyway. You play the role of a survivor in the wonderful sin city. How long can you survive?

Rules:
1. I am the GM of this thread. I lived in Las Vegas for eleven years and I know a lot about the city. My word is final but I will entertain an appeal if you make the request respectfully. I am not disrespectful and I expect not to be disrespected. If I feel disrespected, I reserve the right to strike your character with lightning and eject you from the game.

2. Zombies are not your only concern. Thirst and hunger will be real concerns. Dehydration, severe sun burns, and heat stroke are very common in Las Vegas.

3. Zombies are faster and stronger at night. Keep this in mind.

4. There will be bad weather, hostile npcs, mutations on zombies, and other encounters.

5. The virus can not be cured but if enough players join I will allow the creation of a vaccine, but it will be difficult to create.

6. Plausible inventions will be considered. I will create a separate thread in the diverse OOC section for you to submit any inventions you come up with. Detail is your friend with me. Don't worry about tl;dr because I like to read.

7. Please add depth and emotion to your characters as you rp.

8. Characters do not need to be approved but sheets do need to be created in a separate OOC Thread I will create. You may use this basic template to create them.

Name:

Age:

Appearance:

Former Occupation:

Rank/Title

Relevant Skills:

Items Possessed:

NPCs:

9. You absolutely start out by yourself. You can not start in collaboration with another player. You can have up to two npcs under your control when you start out. You must start at least 10 miles away from another players location. If you make a B line straight for another player you will encounter heavy resistance.

10: Players can meet and interact. If you plan to attack another player in an ambush, message me the details of your plan of attack. I will take the necessary steps to ensure it is fair for both players in pvp encounters.

11. Players can not form groups or rest together until we have at least twelve players. At that time I will release further rules regarding player groups.

12: A turn will consist of three rounds. These rounds will be morning, afternoon, and evening. The morning round will span the hours of 5 am to 11:59 am. The afternoon round, 12pm to 7:15pm. Evening round will span 7:16pm to 4:59am I will begin a turn by announcing Day X: Morning. Then you will have approximately three days to post your characters activities for that day. You are encouraged to use multiple posts as I may throw in obstacles or events at any point in your post. Scavenging requires a check that I will perform. Your first post in the morning round must include the following template.

Gear equipped:

Items carried:

Last shelter used:

Items stored at last shelter:
Be sure to detail how the items are stored and if they are concealed in your to as well as when filling in the template.

I will call for final posts before I end a turn. Your final post in the evening round must include the following template:

Items acquired this round:

Items expended this round:

Equipment found this round:

Equipment lost this round:

Shelter used:

 

[Vinn Esper]

Day 1: morning

It's a chilly 55° outside. All the news channels are reporting the same thing, some new virus with rabies like effects has been sweeping the nation. The entire eastern united states, or what was left of it has been evacuated. Refugees have been pouring into Nevada, and the national guard has imposed a mandatory curfew of 9 pm.

Protesters fill the strip making entering casinos difficult to get to. Police and National Guard have been deployed but are vastly out numbered and overwhelmed. As a result, the economy has tanked and the prices for everything have shot through the roof. Violent crime has increased dramatically. The streets are unsafe during the day and deadly at dark. Vegas has lost its status as a 24 hour town and everything is closing at 8 o'clock pm further damaging the economy.

The attitude of the residents has changed also. The party culture has turned to a culture of fear, anger, and resentment.

@Enuf

 

[Enuf]

Gear equipped:Concealed Glock 17, Clothing on his back.

Items carried: Both 9x19mm Magazine, Car Keys.

Last shelter used:Cheap Local Hotel, outside the main city.

Hudson wouldn't want to spend more time in this city then already had to, the Riots were already getting out of control he would rush towards his Ford 150 located in the parking lot. Not sparing the time to check out at the main desk in the lobby but rather try to leave. His Truck was nothing special, a old rusted out 150 that had been in his family for awhile. He got into it with a swift motion, placing his Glock in the seat beside him. The Keys jiggled as he placed them into ignition turning them. It took a few tries before it finally roared to life. His foot pressed the clutch, hand gripping the Eight-Ball shift-knob as he pushed it to the far right and down placing it reverse. Letting off the clutch and gas slowly he pulled out of his parking spot before repeating the process but putting it into first gear--entering the street he turned left attempting to avoid the Main Strip.
@Vinn Esper

 

[Vinn Esper]

Day 1: afternoon
You are not the only one trying to leave the city. As you get onto the highway, you notice the traffic is heavy. While heavy traffic is a daily thing in Vegas, not like this. Soon you come to an area of the highway that is at a dead stop. The cars in front of you create an impasse and even more cars are rapidly filling in the space behind you. You can hear several reports of gun fire below you. Despite this, several people have left their vehicles and are conversing between the stopped cars.

Some are walking through attempting to sell food, drinks, reading materials, and other entertainment. Some working women are off on the shoulder strutting and attempting to peddle their wares here, instead of on the street. You can hear small children crying, sirens, and adults yelling. The temperature has increased to about 60 degrees. The radio station you are listening too suddenly starts to emit several blares followed by a monotone bass filled male voice speaking.

"This is an emergency broadcast. Due to threat of contagion, the city of Las Vegas has been placed under quarantine. Citizens are advised to remain indoors and await further instruction. Citizens are further advised to avoid contact with any afflicted individuals. Symptoms of illness include, but may not be limited to; sweating, shortness of breath, fatigue, high fever, necrosis, jaundice of the skin and eyes, insatiable hunger, and extreme aggression. Afflicted individuals become non responsive to verbal or physical ques. If you encounter an afflicted person you are advised to flee immediately. This disease has been determined to spread through the exchange of bodily fluids like sweat, blood, and saliva. Citizens are advised to remain six inches away from each other at all times." Another series of alarms goes off before the radio station returns to it's normal broadcast.

 

[Enuf]

Gear equipped:Concealed Glock 17, Clothing on his back.
Items carried: Both 9x19mm Magazine, Car Keys.

Last shelter used:Cheap Local Hotel, outside the main city.

Hudson grumbled, shifting his car into First and pulling the parking break. He turned the engine off, releasing the clutch grabbing his glock, placing it underneath his shirt as he stepped outside into the heat, already a bit sweaty from his broken AC within the truck his throat was dry and his stomach grumbled. "Hey, you!" his voice would call out to a nearby salesmen "How much for that water and food you got?" he would converse for a moment before removing his wallet and paying the man. He was left with Fifteen dollars, as he walked back to his truck his eyes would scan the high-way for anywhere to turn off, even if it meant having to go off-road.

 

[Vinn Esper]

There weren't many places to turn off, but you notice the left shoulder behind you hasn't yet been blocked by people or any of the still arriving vehicles. Though technically illegal you figure you could make a three point turn and go back the way you came. You remember passing an on ramp a few minutes before reaching the traffic jam. Alternatively you could drive forward up the left side of the shoulder were several people are, but there's no telling how they might react to such an action. A third option would be to attempt to plow throw the thin concrete siding of the highway, but this would result in falling several feet to the surface streets below. It would certainly ruin your vehicle and possibly injure you and you have no idea what you would be falling into. In the distance, but not far away, you hear screaming and more gunfire. This time you think it came from up on the highway, but the echo from the buildings make it impossible to determine the direction.

 

[Enuf]

"Fuck. This." he thought to himself before fleeing back to his Truck, he threw his foot down onto the clutch with a mighty force as he turned the engine on only to listen to it violently sputter to life. His hand removed the break before he honked on his horn turning the steering wheel to his left taking the illegal option. Bracing for the rocky impacted he put his foot on the gas popping the clutch as he turned back down the road. Not obeying the speed-limit at the fact of the gunfire and screaming his hand reached for his glock which he placed onto the dashboard. Something else was going on, he knew it and was scared. His hand twisted the radio scanning the channels for something new.

 

[Vinn Esper]

As you scan the channels you hear mostly rap, country, rock stations, and talk shows. Finally you hear something promising. A man is speaking.

"What the hell is going on out there people? I'm not talking about the riots or the gangster running around with guns. We all know about that. I'm talking about these crazy unconfirmed reports were receiving from people. People mindlessly attacking people with their hands and teeth trying to bite them!?" Is this true, have you seen it? Call in and talk to us. 702-364-9400 this is Fall Out Boy on mix 94.1"

Spoiler: info about the radio station

that's a real radio station and their phone number in Las Vegas, they typically play alternative rock and pop, but occasionally play metal, rap, and country.

Music starts and a man begins to sing, "I'm gonna make you bend and break. Say a prayer but let the good times roll. In case god doesn't show oh oh. Let the good times roll. Let the good times roll. And I want these words to make things right, but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life." You see the on ramp you saw before ahead in the distance. You also notice that there is now a gap in the oncoming traffic and you could cut across the highway to the other lane which is empty. This would be very dangerous and may result in a collision.

 

[Enuf]

Hudson narrows his eyes "Yeah...Ain't nothin.." his eyes rolled, though he tensed up sighing as he looked at incoming gap of traffic. His hood shook, knowing what would happen if he shot across like that, his hand messed with the radio again twisting the knob onto a country station. His foot touched the clutch, pushing the shifter gently with his pointer finger as he shifted it into Sixth "Fuck it.." he would turn the wheel flooring it as he goes towards the ramp.

 

[Vinn Esper]

Hudson narrows his eyes "Yeah...Ain't nothin.." his eyes rolled, though he tensed up sighing as he looked at incoming gap of traffic. His hood shook, knowing what would happen if he shot across like that, his hand messed with the radio again twisting the knob onto a country station. His foot touched the clutch, pushing the shifter gently with his pointer finger as he shifted it into Sixth continuing down the highway, there has to be a off ramp soon. Right?

you are driving the incorrect direction on the highway the off ramp would be a few yards after passing the on ramp. You would have to turn your vehicle around to use it.

 

[Enuf]

you are driving the incorrect direction on the highway the off ramp would be a few yards after passing the on ramp. You would have to turn your vehicle around to use it.

Fixed

 

[Vinn Esper]

Fixed

All good. I had to think about that for a minute too. I just woke up, so lemme compose my brain and I'll write something.

 

[Vinn Esper]

As you begin to descend the on ramp, the first thing you notice is the complete lack of traffic anywhere near this part of town. This isn't the strip, but you can see a large white building with the word Trump (yes, the PEOTUS owns a casino that is on the strip.) in gold letters that is taller then most other buildings. So, you know you're close to it. In the other direction it is uncommonly quiet and deserted. A person is leaned over another person on the street with their back to you. You can tell, even from this distance, the person living on the ground has been bleeding profusely for some time. The person leaning over them appears to be shaking as their head bobs up and down over the other's chest.

 

[Enuf]

His eyes lock onto the man in the road, he presses the clutch down as his truck rolls to a stop placing it into First. His foot doesn't let off the gas, as he continues to stare, Hudson began to devolve into a cold sweat as he released the clutch pressing on the gas as he turns the Truck, attempting to move around the downed person "Not my Problem.." muttered to himself, though his window was rolled up at this point. He didn't think about going near the strip, now he just continued on his way through the deserted part of town.

 

[Vinn Esper]

As you speed through the streets, a black man in a muscle shirt and jeans appears from around a corner. He is shuffling his feet more then walking. One of his hands is resting just below his ribcage, and the other is holding a handgun at his side. Behind him a white lady, who's face is covered in blood, emerges around the same corner. There is dried blood in four different places on her chest, but she does not appear to be injured as she staggers towards the black man with the gun.

"Stop, get away from me lady," the black man yells at the woman who doesn't seem to notice and doesn't respond. "I don't want to shoot you," the black man says again as the lady closes the distance between him and her. The man raises his weapon at the woman who continues to come towards him anyways.

 

[Enuf]

"Shit!" his foot would slam on the breaks, killing his engine at the sudden shift of gears, he remained in first though the truck was heard shutting down. His eyes widened, watching the situation ahead of him. He didn't know how react to it, he just stared wide eyed as one hand went down to his glock removing it from his Holster "What the fuck.."

 

[Vinn Esper]

The woman continued to advance upon the man and now stretched her arms out, as if attempting to grab him. The man fired a shot into her chest at point blank range. Her body shook with the impact of the bullet, and she stumbled back two steps, but no blood came from the wound. Not was there an outcry of pain one might expect to hear from the victim of a gunshot. In fact, other than the backward stumble, there was no obvious reaction to the gunshot at all.

The woman recovered from her stumble and once again advanced toward the man whose hand with the firearm in it was now shaking. He fired twice more, the first bullet struck her left shoulder, and should have shattered the bone there causing her left arm to hang limply. Yet the woman continued undeterred with both arms outstretched. The second bullet missed the woman completely, and she threw herself onto the black man knocking him to the ground and sending his weapon scattering into the street.

She pressed down against him seemingly trying to bite him, he pushed back but his wound had clearly weakened him as the tiny woman was quickly overpowering him. "Help," he screamed as the woman's face got closer and closer to his body.

 

[Enuf]

Hudson placed the car into Neutral, stepping out of it with a swift motion as his hands drew his Glock from his holster "Get off him lady!" he would scream at the top of his lungs, his eyes widening as the pure shock of her not going down after the man shot her several times at point blank, his hands shook faintly before he would rush up to the African Man, going to kick the Women in the side of the skull, in a attempt to knock her straight off of the man "Get off of him!"

 

[Vinn Esper]

@Asher

It's 2:00 in the afternoon and the Jovanna Villa Apartments located at the end of W. Serene Blvd is much busier then usual. The apartment complex features two grassy courtyards, a pool, and an office building with a small computer room for the residents and a fully equipped work out room. It also has nineteen two story buildings, each of which houses four to eight one or two bedroom apartments.

Something like eighty families currently live here. Most of them are white, or hispanic, but a fair number of African Americans live here too. The community here, while poor, is not ghetto like the other apartment complexes in the area. The buildings are in good condition and the apartment complex is surrounded on three sides by a five foot red brick wall. There is no gate at the entrance but on the west and north ends of the complex it is bordered by expanses of deserts, broken furniture, irrigation tunnels, and tumbleweed. Directly to the south is the main entrance which turns left onto W. Serene avenue and beyond that is another plateau of desert, which leads to a Circle K gas station and then to South Pointe Hotel and Casino. The South Pointe is considered to be the last casino on the strip, and the only casino further south then it is the M, which as approximately another thirty miles south.

None of the apartment complexes are being utilized at the moment. Frantic residents are bringing prized possessions, food, water, and weapons from their houses and stuffing as much as they can into the vehicles that fill the mostly covered parking spaces.

Spoiler: irrelevant info

I use to live in these apartments. That is how I am able to provide so much detail about them. Also I use to frequently go to the South Pointe. It's a nice place with good food and a great arcade and indoor thirty two lane bowling alley on the second floor.

@Enuf
The woman rolls off of and away from the African man, as the toe of your shoe connects with the side of her face. He flips over and attempts to get to his feet by putting one knee under him and his other leg straight out behind him. He gets up and turns to you. There's a bullet wound that is bleeding pretty badly under his rib cage. He is out of breath and noticibly pale.

He struggles to speak, seeming tired but manages to say, "thanks man." He's trying to get more out when all the sudden the woman turns over and grabs the back of his leg, digging her teeth into his calf. The man screams in agony and tries to get away as his blood leaks onto the sidewalk. The woman does not react to this, she just continues to bite into the man, holding onto his leg tightly.

 

[Enuf]

"Fuck man..come on you go-" his words were cut off by the sudden screaming of him, his hands shot upwards with the glock as he frantically placed two rounds into the Ladies head "What the fuck is your problem?!" he knew this was a sin, but this was self defense. After-all, she wouldn't stop coming! "F-fuck! Are you okay?!"