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INTRO LOG #01

The Crash

"-̭̫̜̩̪̑̈́̓̌̐-̞͓̘̩͖̿́͒͑͘░͙͈̥̦̼̌̊̒̾̅░̨̢̠͙̖̉͊̽͌͝░̫͔͎̤̘̀̑͋͛̾ȩ̨̬̙͛̐̋̀̕͜m̻̬͈̠͒̌͌̍͌͜ ̡̲͈̙̼̽̾͆̊̃f̖̟͉̲̪̈́̾̀̂̀ą̢̯̘̙́̇͑̈̋i̪̱̙̘̟͌́̄̊͘ļ̢̛̲͕̣͐̎̿͛u͕̣̥̘̳̓̃͗͠͝r͉̠̗͖̰̉̅͗̚͘ę̛̺̥̝̘̄͑̌̈́.̣̫͕̰̭̓͂̈́̓͊ ̟̗͔̟͋̿̒̚̚ͅA̠̫̬̼̣̒̇͛́̊l̫̬͎̤͈͑̀͂̐̆ë̡̧̝̺͖́̍̂͂͝r͙͍̱̫͕̆͊̾͐̕ţ͙̻̣̝͒́̄̈́͆!͕̫͓͉̹̌̍̽̂̓ ̧̛̲͎͖̳̌̆̾̏░͖̲̞̼̹̇̄̌̈́̊░̡͍͎͍̘̇̈́̕͝░̪͚̼̦̃̋͊̆͜͠è̛̞̬͙̠̖̊͌̂m͖̝̟̗̣̽̄̐̚͠ ̛̹̯͈̮̼̈́͊͌͠f̧̰̖͋̊̈̊̑͜͜ą̨͚͎̹̀̎̑͋́i̞̬͓̭̳̎́̓͘͠l̢͈̲͇͕̈́̆̐̌̈́ư̰̞͚̻̺̔͑̓̑ṛ͎̯͚̇̔̾̔̏͜ę̛̻̼̭͊͆̕͜͝.̯̖̫̣͔̔̋̔̽͠ ̺̼̟̲͌́͒̔̅ͅĄ̹̝̖̺̂̇̽̒͊ĺ̛̺̰̰̤͎̾͗͝e̛̗̭̻͕̹̓̔͆̆r̢̛͙͖̘̻̈̚̚͘t̰̲̠̖̻̉͂̆̓̇!̬̞̟͉̺̂͆̊͑͐"

You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...

You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.

You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.

Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.

"W̞͓̝͓̓̀̍̒͘͜ȃ̢̗̪̤͇̔̃̚͝░̟͙̯̳̱̈͂̈́̈́͠n̬̘̬̤̠͛̅̈́͋͝i͓̟͈͎͙̐̆̈́̔̓n̡̟̤̟̤̑͐͋͐̚g̩̱͖͉̻͌͛̈͆̈́!̧̪̰͇̦̓̂̆̌͝ ̢͔̣̠̗̾̉́̌̒C̢̥̟͍͊͊͑̀̚ͅr̛͙̪̙̟͐̽̓̅͜i̫͖̻̣̘̽̑͂̾̎t̩͇̦̬̞͊̌̑̈́͝i̡̳̠̞̐̿̍̎̀͜c̡͕͙͕͕̓̊̌̾͘å̼̯͍̙̲̍̏̚͝l̢̥͉̮̙̋̆͐̆́ ̢̰̞͕̯̋̈́̈́̋͌f͇͔̟̻̈̽͌̒̉ͅa̳̰̠͉͔͒̑̈̈͘i̟̭̦̺͎̍̾̽̈́̐░͕̣̥̭͛̿̓̽̐ͅ░̰̪̠͇͍̆͛̀͝͝░̘̱̩̳̘͆̈́̆̀̚e̛̻͈̳̳̺̊̔̚̕.͙̟̳̼̾̀̅͊͊ͅ"

With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.

[Mod Note: In case you missed the testdrive, this is your chance to play out your arrival or any other intro CR]

Traversing the Forest

Between the crash and the ruined city is a lush forest full of skittish wild life, the ruins of a farmhouse-like structure, various flora, and the occasional body. Try not to get too close to those bodies, kids. They have a tendency to wake up and try to get ya. The closer to the city one gets, the more frequently they'll see a dormant body.

Hopefully you took the time to set up your small ear piece. Once inserted into the ear, the device will prompt you for your name. Once spoken, the device in your ear will be given its own address and all someone has to do is tap the button on their ear piece, speak "private to" then their friend's name, and it will open a private channel to the comm device coded with that name. Open radio signals can be sent by simply tapping the button and speaking.

Once you reach the city gates, you will find a mass of corpses piled against the closed gates. These corpses will stir when they catch the scent of the survivors or hear their approach. You may want to take care of the dormant infected before they fully regain awareness. Or, you know, trip the closest person to you and run like hell. Maybe they'll be too distracted chewing on your former friend to follow...

Once inside the city, you'll meet its only surviving occupant. He's a bit unique and a bit... well... he's unique.

⨷ TK Baha's Warm Welcome

⨷[TALK]

"Smells like livin' folk. Yer just lucky I got no munitions left."

Sitting on a porch with a shotgun balanced in his lap was a scarred gentleman wearing dark goggle-like glasses. He was missing a leg and looked a little worse for the wear. His voice was thick with a drawl, but he seemed to be well and alive. He chuckled and lowered the shotgun back to his lap, patting the barrel.

"Naw, ain't seen nothin' worth shootin' in a long time. Heehee! Ohhh-hoo boy, you lot've seen better days. Well, come on over here and git that gate shut before somethin' with an appetite thinks we're open for business." TK smiled and laughed again, beckoning the shipwrecked survivors to come closer. "Let's see. First things first, you lot gotta have somewhere to stay. Hotel's open an' prices 're cheaper than ever! Forgive the staff, they ain't too lively, though if you know what I mean. Heeheehee! You get it, right? 'cause they're all dead. Make yerselves at home. You're gonna be here a while."

TK pulls out an old, worn, folded pamphlet and holds it out. There are plenty to go around. "This here's a tourist's guide ta everythin' ya need to know. Or, well, kinda some of it. Anyway, it's useful. Take it. The name's TK Baha and I been around these parts a while. Anything you need, you let me know, okay?"

"You got a good set a' legs, right? See, I gotta ask you a favour. I ain't been keeping up with things. Gonna need you to find me a power cell for this here transceiver. Think I stashed the last one at the hotel reception desk. Or was it the minimart? The fuel station? Anyway, you get me that and I'll get this here piece of scrap workin' again."

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( i; over the river and through the woods to an abysmal city full of undead we go! )

[ There’s such a soothing quality to nature that Rose can’t deny. It’s in her roots to be fond of the flora and animal life. Her jaunt towards the city is actual quite peaceful and she thinks everything won’t turn out to be so ba-

Is that a corpse? IS IT MOVING?! Okay, scratch that. Her moment of ignorant bliss is coming to a screeching halt. ]

What in the actual fuck, [ is her super eloquent response to the reanimated corpse(s) near the city gates. She hadn’t necessarily doubted Daryl but believing and seeing are two completely different things. Ew, ew, it’s so gross, ew. Don’t mind this dainty lady prancing passed zombies. Maybe she should have taken a knife from one of those packs after all? Nah, it’s alright, she can just keep tip toeing around the corpses ever so carefully. It’s all good!

Until one slow, undead hand she hadn’t seen grabs her by the ankle. There’s a tug that threatens to bring her down but she retaliates with a surprising ferocity for the petite thing that she is. With a surprised shout, she yanks her leg back up and in a panic stomps on the things’ head until it’s a gooey mess under her shoe. ] Oh, gross… [ she groans, but doesn’t have time to fret over her blood-stained clothes because before she can Rose catches the sound of more slow shuffling and movement from the undead. ]

Shit.

( ii; the mission impossible theme makes everything better )

[ Just in case one thought this minimart expedition needed some annoyingly catchy them music (it doesn’t), Rose is here to provide. The blond hums the tune as she walks along and inspects the shelves of the abandoned miniature market. There’s not much to salvage beyond some moldy old snacks and miscellaneous junk. What does a power cell even look like though? Maybe she should have asked that first before charging off on the promise of reward… Hindsight is 20/20, they say.

Still, this little ‘quest’ provides a quiet place that she can address something she’s needed to since the crash. Her backpack strap has done a good job of hiding it but once shifted to the side there’s an impressive (and still fresh) bloodstain underneath. It isn’t so bad, she thinks… Only a stab wound. It should heal in a couple days, at most, and hopefully none of the poison that had been on the blade lingers. She still can’t help but wonder how they got her out of that situation though it’s probably not best to dwell on it. Like anything else that’s been going on. She’s about to pull down her shirt to peer at the actual injury itself (just in case) when the sound or someone or something approaching startles her. In the span of about three seconds, she re-covers the stain, flicks on her flashlight, and hisses- ]

Who’s there? [ Then, because she’s Rose, she feels compelled to add ] Do you come in peace?

Watch out!

[Athena's been stationed at a relatively "safe" spot near the others who are at the gate clearing the bodies. She's been watching everyone else and this poor woman looks like she needs some help. Luckily Athena has her knife.

She glances back at the rest of her group before running over to help. It takes some work to sweep the feet out from under the undead but she manages after a few tries. She hurries to stab her knife right through the spot Daryl showed her to and then twists it enough that the thing goes still. She tugs the knife free with a disgusting sound that makes her flinch.

She looks up at the woman she's just helped. Her eyes look to the mess of the stomped in head. She promptly turns her head to look away.]

You should stay closer to everyone else.

[ A child? That's the first thought that crosses Rose's mind; she, of all people, knows better than to assume based on physical appearances alone though. Even if she is a child, she's definitely capable. The knife diving into the corpse's skull causes nothing more than a reactionary flinch from Rose herself... but she does note the looking away as something 'normal' to do in this situation.

The blond offers a nervous smile, glancing from the gunk under her feet to the one the girl just managed to take out. ] Thanks, yeah. I just didn't wanna' slow anyone down, y'know? So I'm alright, but I appreciate it.

You're pretty good at that already. [ Which is going to be useful, even if the sad undertone of Rose's voice indicates she wishes the young girl didn't have to be good at it already. ]

I'm only copying the actions other people have made.

[She knows that she's not exactly good as much as she's good for someone her size or someone who looks to be so young. She imagines that it's startling to see a child doing things like this.]

There's a man here named Daryl and a woman named Gamora. Watch them to learn what to do.

[She hopes that's helpful advice.]

I don't want to slow anyone down either so I've been observing both of them.

[ Rose already knows what to do, but wishes she didn't. That's her problem. She'd claim to be a pacifist but the swift stomp of her shoes to the head of an undead with barely a flinch would dispel that lie immediately. ]

Maybe I will. [ She won't. ] If they'll let me. Until then, I'll figure it out. I'm fast, if nothing else!

[Intro Log #01] Enjoy your new vacation home

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