We'll build again; apocalypse roleplay(closed)

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Aj had come to the ER Earlier in the day after burning her hand on the fire pit she'd built the night before. She'd expected the usual disinterested service, in out and a prescription she wouldn't be able to fill. What she'd gotten was complete and utter chaos. She huddled against the wall, brown eyes wide and nervous as a woman screamed in agony as two men tore in her. She turned her head looking around for a escape route, because outside looked no better then what was going on in here. Her eyes scanned quickly over the walls around her until she saw it. The grey metal door closed but surely unlocked that shouted Exit at her in bright red letters. She looked back at the two men, the woman was silent now. Biting her lip and holding her breath she inched slowly towards the door, til the rough wall of brick changed to cold steal. She slid her hand upwards and gripped the handle and pulled the door banged in its frame but didn't open. She cursed under her breath as one of the two men's head came up and zero'ed in on her. With a snarl that should of come from a rabid dog it lunged in her direction. Its feet tangled in a chair and it went down, but already it was moving to its feet.

She was terrified almost to scared to move now, but that's when the second one spied her, She closed her eyes took a deep breath, she could hear its stiff shoed movements as it came for her as she pushed the door open and bolted into the hallway and slammed the door shut behind her. She spun spying a chair she grabbed it and pushed it's heavy weight against the door just as the man slammed into the door, shortly followed by his companion. She gasped for breath flinching each time a hand slammed into the door. She wanted to scream, she wanted to curl into a ball. But right now running was survival, and outside was not in the choice just yet. She bolted up the stairs leaving the banging and thumping behind as she did only to be greeted by more as she reached another floor. She froze on the stairs at the sight of the man and woman. "oh god...." She whimpered.

((I'll post as my other character in my next post))

[Dr.Holmes]

| Ryan Stone |
•Mood: apprehensive• • What I look like • • With:Zombie Andrew(another chef he was working with)• •Wearing: normal cooking clothes •

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• • • St. Luke's Roosevelt Hospital • • •

Ryan's finger's were digging into his scalp as he stared at the Roosevelt Hospital white floors.His blue eyes were wide and he was slightly shaking from the recent activities that had come at him.He could feel the moist tears rolling down his pale cheek's as he tried to move his hands from his red scalp though they seemed as if they glued there from his fear. If he knew this was going to happen as soon as he got out bed that morning he would have stayed home and kept his wife with him.But, no, he had to get up for the day, do his normal duties before heading out to work leaving his pregnant wife at home to be some corpse's dinner,breakfast, whatever he didn't care! He just wanted to work on not being seen by the current walking corpse in the hospital's kitchen. Why did he volunteer at the hospital? Oh yea, it was where him and his wife were planning to have the baby. Not anymore, for reasonable reasons too.

"Mmhg,"The moan echoing in the empty kitchen that was occupied by two...one being and some walking corpse."Andrew,"Ryan murmured knowing the name of the zombie in the cooking area with him. Him and Andrew had stayed behind to make lunch for the patients as the other went out for lunch. He didn't remember how the younger male got bite just that he was now a zombie and was wal- he wasn't sure what he was doing Andrew had a limp sense he had known the younger boy and well, the zombie looked kind of mentally slow with the way it was moving. But, that didn't matter what did was that he was getting closer and he wouldn't be afraid to attack and turn him to. Taking a deep breath Ryan peeled his shaky hands from his hair before sitting up on even worse shaky legs turning around the corner of the cabinet he was behind. Eyes closed Ryan took a small shaky breath before he stopped in the middle of it hearing a weird chattering sound of teeth."Please, be a rat,"The thought ran though Ryan head hearing it so close to him eyes closed before he opened them seeing Andrew(zombie) on the ground wiggling around on the floor. Quickly standing and backing out of the kitchen. If only he knew the whole world was like his buddy....

Do they still just the healthy? or sick too.

[acacia.]

Wade Vega|29|Navy SEAL

Wade had been there for another boring checkup. Heart problems were quite difficult and, in his case, annoying to live with. After half-heartedly listening to a long lecture about how he should actually take his meds and stop drinking, he slowly made his way out of the hospital with the small pill bottle in hand. Not one to take the elevators in case they were needed by somebody else, he went to take the stairs. Wade froze in mid-step as he heard a strangled groan and out of curiosity, turned on his heel to see what it was. He watched as the drunkest-looking dude he'd ever seen stumbled through some swinging doors and hobbled towards the nurses station. A smile made it's way onto his face. Must've had a great night last night, he thought as he watched two nurses hurry toward him to help. His smile vanished as he watched the man lean over to bite a chunk of flesh out of one of their arms. Eyes wide, he stood frozen in his spot as a shrill screech tore itself out of the nurses throat. Frozen on the spot, he watched in shock as the chain of events unfolded. Within seconds, he heard a similar groaning behind him. To his despair, as he turned he saw a off-balance and not-quite-right-looking nurse clumsily run down the halls in his direction. He ran in the direction he had originally been going in, took a left down the hall and flung the door to the stairwell open, the sound of it ramming into the wall drowned out by the screaming echoing throughout the hospital.

Every third stair was skipped as he flew down them, looking back up to see if any of... them had made it inside. Thankfully, none of them had, but while checking, he nearly ran into somebody. The blonde halted, almost losing his balance as he tried to avoid colliding with her. He looked at her questioningly as she asked who he was and within seconds of her command, was bracing the door alongside her, the force slamming it completely closed again. He frantically searched for something, anything to keep the door shut while they made their getaway, but so far was coming up with nothing.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Phil sat on the hospital bed, annoyed as hell right now what with the handcuff digging into his wrist as he scratched at his face. His guard watched him warily but said nothing, they were just waiting for a doctor to come along and release him, so he could be dragged back to his cell. He glanced at his guard and smirked. "Any Chance I can bum a smoke off you Leon, when we get back down to the bus?" He asked reffering to the van that was his transport. The Guard rolled his eyes but nodded in his direction just as someone screamed out in the hallway.

The scream bounced around in Phil's skull and he winced, he'd bounced his skull off cement yesterday during a riot in the prison and they'd brought him here to check for any serious damage, not that the warden really cared. He rubbed the bridge of his crooked nose and looked back at Leon the big black man was moving towards the door his brow furrowed as another scream echoed through the hallway. "Stay here!" he snapped before leaving the room. Phil rolled his eyes sighing.

"Oh yeah, like I'm going anywhere any time soon," He mumbled then jumped as the sig 9 that leon always carried went off repeatedly and then he heard the black man shout. "Oh that's not good," Phil scrambled off the bed, being brought up short by the handcuff around his writs that was attached to the bed. Cursing he listened and heard something wet, and a gurgling sound. He glanced at the door and watched as something oozed under the door, he didn't want to think about it, with a hard swallow he crouched down studying the rail he quickly began working the screws and soon enough they were loose, he wrenched back on the bar and it came free hitting the floor at his feet with a loud metalic clatter. He cursed as a low moan came from the other side of the door. He hurried over to the window the handcuff banging against his wrist as he managed to open the window a crack. "oh course," He mumbled to himself as something hit the door hard enough to make it shudder in its frame he grabbed up the metal pole and watched the door shudder and give and a large man covered in what looked to be blood stumbled in. "Oh man....I think the Er's downstairs,"

The man groaned and turned its grey eyed gaze upon him then began lurching towards him. "Stay back," Phil ordered the man it ignored him and just coming for him, its teeth chattering. He cursed and raised the pole as the man lunged for him he swung for the benches and set the men falling backwards. He didn't wait just jumped over the body and raced into the hallway, slipping he went down his eyes landing on the Sig 9, he grabbed it up searching for Leon but not seeing him he watched as a short way down the hallway a nurse and another man seemed to be having an all you can eat buffet on a woman in a wheelchair. He shook his head and raced down the hallway his sneakers squeaking as he slid to a stop at the door, he heard a new groan, one of the diners had decided he looked better tasting evidently, and he shoved through the door and started down the stairs coming to a stop at the sight of 2...no there was a third one on the stairs a littler lower down. He Shoved the Sig into the back of his pants and lifted the pole watching them with wide eyes, he wasn't a bad guy really, but the messes always seemed to find him.

[Dark.]

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Jack lifted his arm, glancing at the hand of his watch as it ticked aimlessly. Ten minutes. Ten minutes and still his partner, Ray, had not returned. He was probably chatting up some unsuspecting nurse; one that had no idea Raymond was, in fact, unhappily married. Ray had left the room to find out what was going on in the rest of the hospital; and whether or not the police could be of service. From the noise that had kicked off outside, Jack could only deduce that there had been a fight - in which case Ray would be making some arrests. He trailed a finger over his walkie-talkie; strange Ray hadn't rang for backup though.
Jack turned his attention back onto the frail old man; the sole inhabitant of the private room. The pensioner was the reason they'd arrived at the hospital in the first place, and so far, it had turned out to be an unmitigated waste of time. The man was the sole witness to an inconclusive homocide case and his evidence was paramount. Unfortunately, witnessing the act had caused the seventy-nine year old to have a double heart attack and a brain aneurism. They had been informed by the hospital that he had awoken from his coma; however the man had slipped straight back into it upon the arrival of Jack and Ray. Jackson sighed, then frowned. Froth had begun to splutter out of the comatose man's lips and a heart-wrenching moan erupted from his chest. Jack had a moment of debate whether to call a nurse, however he didn't; instead, he stepped gingerly forwards, "Mr Erikson?"
Without warning, the old man lurched upwards, just as the heart moniter next to him stopped as one long bleep. Jack may have noticed the heart moniter had stopped; had he not been completed focused on the old man's face. Mr Erikson's eyes had opened and rolled back into his head. The creature slowly moved it's arm; tearing drip needles from it's skin as it moved. Jack shrivelled his nose in disgust, "Erm, Mr Erikson, I'm going to have to ask you to...erm...cease and desist. You shouldn't be up...you're not well.". Jack stepped back as the...thing...advanced. He only stopped when his back pressed slowly against the door.
It was now that the infected man chose to lurch forward, staggering hastily towards Jack. Without thinking, the police officer drew his Glock pistol and fired. His first shot embedded in the creatures leg; though it did nothing to slow it down. His next splattered sickeningly into the creatures stomach. It only seemed to enrage the infected. Just as Mr Erikson came within inches of Jack, he fired his final shot. The bullet entered straight between the creature's eyes; spraying assorted gore all over Jack's face and uniform. The corpse fell to the floor. Jack stood, panting. His brain had fogged. What the hell was going on?! Ray - Ray would know! Jack brought his thumb up to his walkie-talkie, "Ray. Ray - you there?" No answer. He pressed the buzzer again, "Ray...Ray buddy...come -" Jack paused, turning slowly; he could hear his voice...behind him.
Jack had half-turned when the door slammed into his shoulder. He side-stepped, tripping over the corpse on the floor and falling hard on his back. Jack glanced up at the door, feeling light-headed from his fall, "Ray! There you a-". Jack's jaw dropped, his partner stood in the doorway; blood dripping down his chin. A gurgling groan rolled out of the infected's lips, before Ray launched himself down onto Jack. Desperate, Jack squirmed around, dismay hitting him as he realised his pistol had been sent sprawling as he fell. Only just managing to keep his partner's jaws off his throat, Jack ripped Ray's baton from his belt and hit it around the monster's head as hard as he could. A sickening squelch sounded as the side of Ray's head turned to putty. Jack rolled the corpse off him and jumped onto his feet; only pausing to pick up his pistol. Taking a deep breath, Jack composed himself.
Ray's nightstick in one hand, his own pistol in the other; Jack flung open the doorway and ran into the corridor. Dodge, run, fire pistol. Remember to breath. He was sure there were some chasing him. Jack spotted the stairwell and barged through the doors. The stairwell was narrow and dimly lit - clearly not one of the main stairways used by the public visitors. Jack took two steps at a time, pausing to aim his gun down every new flight. Luckily, the stairway was clear all the way to the bottom floor. He elbowed the doorway open; ground floor. There was a lingering smell of food. He must be near the main kitchens for the hospital. Jack took a breath and ran for it, sprinting through the nearest corridors. Barely stopping; he ran headlong into somebody... or something. Jack recoiled, scrambling backwards; outstretching his arms, he aimed both the pistol and the nightstick at the man. The man was dressed in cooking clothes, and looked almost...normal, "You're not...like them...are you!?" Jack's voice was hoarse, and he had no idea how wild he looked. His eyes were dilated; his face and NYPD uniform covered in blood. Still, he kept his pistol and baton trained on the man infront of him; awaiting a response.

[Lady Grifter]

@Holmes, yes, the sick are ignored. But I'd like to assume that no one would pick up on that so early in.
(Apologies for the late and short reply. I just spent the day proctoring for the PSAT and I'm exhausted..)

Regina quirked a brow at the man, vaguely recognizing him as an on-and-off patient. Vega? She opened her mouth to speak when footsteps echoed off of the walls from the ground floor, causing her to tense.
"How strong are you?" She asked cautiously, stealing a glance toward the stairs. "There are some pipes at the bottom floor-from construction." The petite brunette darted off without an answer, taking the steps two at a time until she hit the floor below. A small stack of construction pipes rested sprawled off in the far corner. They'd been left behind after rebuilding part of the staircase. She'd liked the workers. They were nice company during her lunch breaks and tended to leave her alone. Taking two of the pipes into her arms, Regina dashed back up the stairs to find the man.
"Move, " she motioned to him, shoving the pipes through the handles before collapsing against the door to catch her breath. Leaning back against the door, she could hear the frustrated growls and snarling of the-creatures. As she'd become to think of them. With a frown she slipped her shoes off, black satin pumps, and took them into one hand, holding them by the heels.
The Doctor rose to her feet, starting for the staircase before she paused, glancing back over at the blond, shooting him a look as if to say 'coming?' before continuing down the stairs.

With no weapon, she moved cautiously, making almost no sound as she made her way down toward the ground floor once more. She stopped just a few steps above the floor upon sighting a police officer and a frantic chef. "Are you-.." She trailed off suspiciously, falling back a step as she awaited their answer.

[Dr.Holmes]

| Ryan Stone |
•Mood: apprehensive/terrified• • What I look like • • With:Some person from the NYPD and a doctor?• •Wearing: normal cooking clothes •

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• • • St. Luke's Roosevelt Hospital • • •

Gripping his foot from the ground Ryan looked up from his collision with whatever he had ran into. Ryan's hands planted on the wall that was behind him staring at the man that was holding a gun at him. Hid eyes were wide looking at the man was he going to eat him? Wait, could a corpse even hold a nightstick or a gun? No, but, they had functioning bones so, why not but, he was talking so he was fine, right? And if he was human was he going to shoot him!?

"Don't shoot me, Don't shoot me!Please, Oh god don't,"The reply was shaky though fear was clearly heard if not seen with Ryan trying to calm himself down his hand clutching the area above his heart.His body was still shaking as he tried to calm down though he could feel his arms shaking though he wasn't telling them to.The man words haven't processed in his brain when he spoke as Ryan attention was on the gun aimed at him. His body pressed into the wall on the staircase before woman walked down questioning him and...The police officer? Ryan's head turned back around.Yup, that was the uniform in its' bloody glory."I'm human.I'm you two,I don't have any bites or anything,"The Chef spoke staring at the doctor before the police officer with a pleading look. He really didn't want to be shot.

No worries, I just wanted to know.Thanks.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

The man and woman turned from the door to face Phil and he cursed softly glancing towards the girl who stared back at him, she looked terrified and her hand which she'd clamped over her mouth apparently in an attempt to hide form the two creatures. The men growled and stumbled towards Phil reaching for him. His mouth working as he did so, its grey glossy eyes focused fully on him. Phil backed up hoping to lure the creatures away from the girl, maybe one of them could escape. He rolled his eyes, sense when was he a saint. No, No Phillip J Brooks, Born a sinner always a Sinner, he swung hard as he could with the railing and flinched as the man's head twisted hard to the left. Just like Little Johnny Parker's head had when he was a kid and his older brother had decided to teach him a lesson. He cleared his head and tightened his grip on the railing and waiting out the man to reorient, because now the woman was moving in on him too. Cursing rapidly to himself he moved backward and to the left giving himself room to swing, he waited for the man who was closer.

The Man stumbled forward a huge chunk of his face gone now after the hit from the railing, Phil tightened his fingers and hefted the railing and swung higher, This time the man went down and twitched a few times but didn't get up again. With out thinking on it too long he swung at the woman, hitting her square between the eyes with the railing and watching her crumple to the floor. "Thank god," He whispered before turning to continue down the stairs only to see the Girl standing there.

"What are you doing?" He snapped.

"Going up," She said softly licking her lips.

"Nothing but more of those up there come on down," he said shoving her in that direction he could feel her eyes on the handcuff around his wrist and he just pushed her faster. "move," he said as they started in a dead sprint down the stairs, then reached the bottom level only to burst in on a scene akin to Chaos, a cook or what he thought was a cook, a cop, oh great and another man and woman. He froze as the girl slammed into him from behind, he stumbled and almost hit the floor just managing to catch himself, his heart pounding in his head making his vision swim. possible concussion remember He thought to himself letting his eyes focus on the group of what looked like very paniced and still non freaks.

[acacia.]

Wade Vega|29|Navy SEAL

Wade looked her as they slammed against the door, spitting against the windows and bashing their heads onto the surface. He tipped his head to the side as a hint of recognition flashed in her eyes, but broke eye contact to glance downstairs in the direction of the suspicious sound. Above the gurgles and... noises from the other side of the door, he heard her ask a question and since he honestly didn't know his limits, shrugged, but didn't vocalize an answer. Soon enough, though, she scampered away, letting the larger force on the other side of the door make Wade lurch forward before quickly straining to push it closed again. He looked after her in disbelief and exasperation. She had given hints that she would be back, but not much of a warning was given.
If he hadn't been focused on keeping the door somewhat closed, he would've sighed in relief as he watched her return back up the stairs, but hesitated a moment when told to move. The hesitation only lasted a second before he reluctantly got out of the way and leaned against the railing, fighting to catch his breath, but grinning. It'd been a good two years since he'd had anything exciting happen, and well, it wasn't the kind of action he was hoping for, but at least he was finally doing something.
Looking up, he watched as she slipped off her heels and began making her way downstairs, her look asking if he was going to follow.

Stifling a groan, he stood up straight and rolled his right shoulder a few times before following her down, the smashing of the... things against the door beginning to become ignored. Remembering the noise from earlier, he stepped lightly and quietly, having to push down the urge to take the lead, to keep the civilian safe. He calmed noticeably as a relatively normal-looking duo came into view at the bottom. "Does anybody have any idea what's going on?" he asked, bewildered, as he continued down the steps in front of her, coming to a stop on the ground floor.

[Dark.]

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Studying the man, Jackson lowered his weapons. His left hand slowly slotted the nightstick through the loop in his belt; however his right hand stayed locked around his pistol, the barrel pointing at the floor. Steadily, he drew up his now-empty left hand and raked it through his hair. At some point he must have lost his cap - most likely when he fell. Jack closed his eyes and took another breath, letting a moment of solice run through his body. He needed to think. He was an NYPD officer, a lieutenant, leader of a small team of homocide investigators. Dead bodies were something he was used to. Accept dead bodies don't always come to life and eat people now, do they?
His eyes snapped open at the arrival of more people. A woman appeared on the stairs, followed closely by a man. Almost simultaneously from the opposite staircase a rather dishevalled-looking girl appeared accompanied by...what the hell was he doing here? A frown furrowed across Jackson's face. Phillip J.Brooks. He was meant to be in prison. Jack should know - he was one of the officers who put him there. He highly doubted Phillip would know who he was - Jack had just been another officer at the time; however, Jack made it his duty to never forget a case - or a face. His eyes flickered onto the handcuffs and narrowed, before he returned his attention back to the initial staircase; specifically the man at the bottom of the steps.
Jack stepped towards him shrugging widely, "Well, I just reduced my best friends head to putty with the handle of his own nightstick...because he tried to eat me!" he let out a near-hysterical laugh. He flickered his eyes onto the doctor behind the man, narrowing his eyes to read her nametag, "...Doctor Monroe...", Jack stepped forward again, gesturing at her; forgetting he had the pistol in his hand, "You...you're a doctor... What's going on with your patients? If something was going on...anything that could've caused... this... the authorities should have been notified." Jack's brain was working overtime trying to think of what to say, "We should've had this place on lockdown...!"