Before the war, there once stood a proud array of buildings where science was done; a lab if you will. By the year 2076 they had isolated a new strain of FEV and were testing on it to try and use it to their advantage. Surprisingly it was extremely stable and everything was working fine, until the months ticked over into 2077. As the first alarms screamed throughout the compound the scientists scrambled to protect their research but they were forced to evactuate and get cut down by the nuclear flames that spread across the landscape. Surprisingly the facility was not hit by any atomic weaponry, but the radiation did seep into the facility and change what the scientists had been working on; making something worse than they could ever imagine.

In 2105 a group of Vault Dwellers rose from their underground control vault and started exploring the landscape. Within a mile of their location was a set of buildings that they decided would be perfect for them, the radiation was already starting to leave the area and with ample amounts of rad-x and radaway they would be fine. As they moved their small population of less than 50 people to the set of about 10 buildings they found the experiments within the dark old labs that were spread within and underneath the buildings. Fearing the risk of something that could decimate their already small population they hid it away in a large containment room below the main testing facility.

All the research was hidden away as travellers started to visit the small area and over time people began to ask to stay with the Vault Dwellers. Realising that more people would mean less chance of being overrun by anything hostile they accepted them. More and more people flooded into the refuge and with scrap from nearby towns they created a new town that remained nameless for a long time, but the technological advancement within it was amazing considering what had happened less than a 100 years ago. Time continued to pass and a makeshift government was formed, people lived well; food was in abundance and medicine was a normal practice among the citizens.

As the people realized that the town they'd been living in for years didn't have a name a vote was held throughout the citizens to decide on it. After many arguments and debates the perfect name was put forward, Rust City; many didn't catch on to it at first but everyone ended up agreeing. The rust from the old buildings was obvious and because of the great amount of metal used for all the buildings people realised eventually they'd be swimming in rust and quite possibly kill themselves because of it. They used the name as an example as to what they didn't want their civilisation to end up as and they continued to thrive.

By 2250 there were over 1000 people within a 600 metre radius of the original 10 science labs and everyone was happy with how their lives were. Nobody died from disease or famine, attacks were rare and the people rarely rose up against the passive government. It would take something catastrophic to destroy the wonder that was Rust City...

Timeline:

2076-Scientists create new strain of stable FEV.
2077-Bombs hit, FEV strain irradiated.
2105-Vault Dwellers from nearby control Vault move in and take over the buildings, light radiation. Find FEV and hide it.
2130-Settlers begin to drift towards Rust City because of its decent size and technology.
2150-New structures begin popping up around the original science labs to accommodate more people.
2175-Cure for common cold found by a Vault Scientist, he begins working on bigger projects.
2210-New government is formed, begins trading contracts with nearby small villages. Town renamed ‘Rust City’.
2230-New factory built, plasma technology main focus, weaponry and civilian use.
2243-Secret sect of the government military formed, consists of 20 highly trained men and women. Has state-of-the art stealth technology.
2247-Small government schism, current Mayor put in place to get on good terms with the ‘people’.
2250-Now.

Psychological involvement

What does psychological history have to do with this RP? Well, to give you a few clues the name should say enough and it will cause mental stress within you. Think of it, most of you have been living in a perfect town for a long time now and odds on none of you have seen a ghoul before. This will be very psychologically draining and it will be seen as such, depending on your character you may end up breaking down or get infected or any number of things.

Dying and being taken out of the RP is a possibility. In good faith I am a massive part of that too, there is a high chance my character will die, but for continuity sakes I will become a kind of ‘overseer’ or maybe another survivor. It depends on how it plays out.

Mainly guys, have fun! First post.. Below. Act cool.

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It was a quiet day, pretty damned cold too, chuckling lightly I threw the covers of the bed off of me and looked at the small alarm clock sitting next to my bed. Cursing lightly I realised the alarm went off at 6am fine, I just didn't get up until 11. Throwing my palm to my face I rose from the bed and wandered slowly to the shower, turning only the hot knob I let the water stream over me and burn my skin lightly, sighing lightly I realised I was well off; not everyone got a shower. Standing for a few minutes in the hot water I eventually got out and toweled myself off, then wandered back into my room throwing on my favourite pair of jeans and my personalised shirt. Walking past my guitar with contempt I realised today was my day off studying so I knew my parents would want me to do stuff, before they could I walked down the stairs and snuck out the back door towards the markets. Walking briskly I let the cold air enter my lungs.

It was winter, it was a wonder it wasn't snowing but I guess we were on the edge of a desert, that didn't stop it from being bloody cold though; which it always seemed to be this time of the year. Letting my darker skin take in the sun's striking rays I wondered how much longer it would be up for, probably not much longer, it was basically in the center of the sky now. I had to reset my clock...

[OOC: Short and sweet, sorry, I got a bit sick after the mass of text above it.]

Charlie Moore



I walked down the street of Rust City, breathing in the air. I had risen early this morning and was heading off to my job, at the store Ballistics and [censored]. I carried my knife with me and no other weapons. Even though this town was settled crime could still be a problem. I never trusted others and always put my trust in myself, and beign a wastelander no one from the town ever put their trust in me. The store was not far ahead but I decided I would skip through an alley.

I approached the door and swung it open. There was Tom Little, the stores owner and I was his right hand man. He was in heated debate with another man who appeared to be trying to purchase a pistol. The haggling between people could get pretty vicious so I moved my way to the counter and started wiping it down. The rest of my day would consist of cleaning weapons, stocking ammuntion, cleanign floors and trying to convince passerbys to purchase something.

Today was just going to be another average day.

Colt Harris

Colt woke to the sound of Miguel beating on his bunk bed, the kid never got tired of it. The decent sized room, which consisted of about 5 bunk beds, was where the "Rust Rangers" slept. Colt slowly lifted his head of the soft pillow, his dreams already forgotten. Miguel, who was their newest recruit, smiled and patted Colt on the head. The boy was quite something, always making jokes about whatever he could. Colt slipped on a T-shirt and some cargo pants. He opened the small locker at the foot of his bed, and took out his 10mm pistol. It was brand spanking new, taking a large chunk of caps out of Colts pocket. He was glad to finally have a weapon he could relly on, besides his M14.

Ahhh the M14. Its walnut stock reflected the dusty lights of the old room, making the gun seem alive. Colt cleaned it every day, making sure that the stock was free of any rust or mildew. He made sure the gun was resting safely, then closed up his locker. He would not need the gun, it was mid-day. Cato, the second in command of the rangers, nodded to Colt as he made his way to the door. Cato was the most trustworthy man Colt had ever met, he had showed him how to shoot and how to hunt. Two essential qualities to possess in the wastes.

"Where you headed, son?" asked the old man.

"Food." responded Colt. "Sounds good. Bring me any leftovers." said Cato. Colt smiled and opened the door, met by the bright sunlight. His eyes slowly adjusted, taking in his surroundings. The rangers complex was built right outside the military encampement. While the rangers were not part of the military, they were thought of with high respect from the other soldiers. Cato made his way through the tents and buildings, a painfully familiar process.

He arrived at Mark's Deli right before their standard closing time. Mark kindly opened the door for Colt; he was a loyal customer. Colt took a seat, placed his order, and sat back in his chair. Another boring day....

John's friend Dr. Raymond had important news and was discussing it with John, "This... This FEV virus, it is a chemical weapon, when the gas is released those who inhale the gas and will catch the virus. The virus is unnatural, the immune system would have no idea what it is and would never be strong enough to fight it off. But back on what it does, well, when people inhale it they turn into one of six classifications. They are called 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. Either way they end up dying during the process because of the virus. So if you get a gas mask you could use this as a dangerous weapon against the criminals." said Dr. Raymond. "Well I don't know, how long does the virus stay active?" asked John. "About an hour after it is dispensed the virus dies, it needs to infect a human quickly or it will die." replied Raymond. "Good. I can use this. Can you steal from the safe?" asked John. "Of course. I'll be back in the afternoon." said Raymond. "Good, good." said John.

Brian Stacey

Brian woke slowly, and even as he swung his legs out of be,d he could barely keep his eyes open. He slowly stood up and dressed into his regular woking clothes, then went to the coat rack and suited himself with his carpenter's jacket and belt. He would don't the two things for the rest of the day, and that would be how people recognized him. That, and the Creepers cap his dad brought him years ago at a carnival.

It was about ten o' clock, and when he went down he already saw his sister, preparing breakfast. They stopped and had a healthy talk, played childishly, the whole nine. After Brian ate, he was off for work. He remembered from last night the first place to go was Ms. Sandy's house not too many blocks down. He walked there, whistling to himself jubilantly. He knocked on the door, and she answered. She was a sprightly old woman who lived alone. It was both weird and amusing to be in her company, cause he always had the subtle feeling that he was trying to seduce him . . .

"I baked you cookies, Smiley!" She gasped, elated. Brain smiled, that was his nickname around town, Smiley. It only added to the namesake that the name always made him smile.

"Oh thank you so very much, Ms. Sandy, I'll get right on them cookies as soon as I'm done with your radiator." Brain replied.

The work was long, but it wasn't hard. Faucets, radiators, central heating, floorboards, Brain had done it all. It was more so clockwork to him now. He'd been in every building in Rust City at least once, and nothing was new to him. Yet, nothing was old either, and that was why he loved his job.

After he was down with Ms. Sandy's radiator, he ate cookies with her, and picked up a few too many cookies that she "accidentally" dropped, and she loved to wipe the crumbs off his cheek, which made Brian both blush and chuckle. It was all minor stuff, just simple fun. Soon, he was off on another job at another house. He'd made a tune to go with his job as he walked.

Workin' from dusk till dawn
Cleanin' and a fixin' and a cuttin' and a mixin'
sometimes I get tired but I keep on
there's work to be done, and for it im itchin'

Corynthias stared at the setup before him with a frustrated look on his smeared face. Dark rings circled under his eyes, a sign that he hadn't quit at his research since he began it the day before. His fingeres rapped the table fervently as his bloodshot eyes jumped from the various chemicals, beakers, liquids, and instruments on the table in front of him. Scenarios, combinations, and ideas flicked through his mind's eye like a slideshow at super speed. Finally, after he'd thought of every possible expirment, combination, mixture, and possibility, he gave up with a sigh of defeat. In anger, Corynthias turned over a small sample of gunpowder onto the floor and crushed it viciously under his heel. Feeling no relief for his anger, Corynthias ripped off his lab coat with his mechanical arm and tossed the grimy coat into a barrel contained various other soiled lab coats. Still in a dark mood, he stormed out of his makeshift lab room, slamming the metal door behind him.

For a brief moment, the room was silent. Beakers left on hotplates continued to burn and boil, and the pile of crushed gunpowder served as a stark reminder of the recent failure. Without warning, the door flew open, slamming into the wall opposite to it. In the doorframe stood an excited Corynthias, the fatigued mask that had previously covered his face now cast away. His bright eyes found the pile on the floor, and with haste he rushed to it, running his hand through the black pile of powder. As his hand darkened with the smears of the powder, a smile lighted to his face, a childish grin that splayed with wonder across his face.

Fastforward exactly one week, and we find the head researchers in Rust City gathering into the conference room on a particularly cold morning. Most came in with tired faces, making no attempt to hide their displeasure of being woken from their soft beds for Corynthias' sake. Only Corynthias seemed awake as he greeted each researcher nervously, only fouling their moods even more with his upbeat attitude. After a few minutes, Corynthias took his place at the head of the table, a small setup set before him on a table. After the reasearchers had settled in, and had begun to stare at him with vague interest, Corynthias began his presentation.

"L-ladies and gentlemen, welcome. You all s-seem eager to m-m-move on to something of importance, s-so I'll get straight to the point." Corynthias picked up a 9 millimeter pistol from a belt under his lab coat. Suddenly, the scientists seemed to be a little more awake then they originally were. With a self-satisfied smirk on his face, Corynthias cocked the weapon and leveled the barrel at a metal target at the end of the room. Severeal researchers covered their ears, and others looked on with a bemused look. Corynthias pulled the trigger, and the room filled with the ear-splitting crack of the gun and the ping as the bullet struck the metal plate in the same instant. Corynthias holstered the weapon, noticing how the researchers were now fully awake, but none too happy about his presentation.

One particular researcher, red in the face with either anger or fear, rose to his feet, "Mr. Steinbrunner, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but almost killing us all isn't what I woke up for! Now please, get to the [censored] point!" The man sat in his chair, his face even more flustered then before. Several other of the scientists nodded in agreement, and a murmur of discontent flowed through the room. A bead of sweat rolled down Corynthias' head, and he was finding it hard to breathe in the room. His xenophobia was kicking in to full gear now, and if he didn't move on now he'd really start to break down. He took a deep breathe and let it out in a shaky rasp, "A-alright. The point is-s this." Corynthias produced a second 9 millimeter from his belt, however, this one was different. A fission battery was built onto the grip, with wires runnning into the chamber. The barrel also seemed thicker and more solid than the original, and the hammer was not present. Another murmur of displeasure ran through the waiting audience.

"N-now, if-f you'd all p-please cov-ver your ears." Corynthias squeeked, he was losing the ability to speek. Reluctantly, the crowd complied, but only after Corynthias had leveled the barrel at the target with two hands. He pulled the trigger, and the room went to hell in an instant. The noise of the weapon was astounding, and though they had all covered their ears, their ears rang painfully for about a minute. Papers were scattered everywhere, kicked up by the shockwave of the bullet as it passed towards the target. Immediately, the man who had spoken before rose once again, "You son of a [censored], you will never be accepted into the researchig field in Rust City! Hell, I'm going to have you thrown out today, and if you're not out of my sight in five seconds I'm going to shove that monstrosity of an appendage you have up your-"

"Shut up, you fat lazy pig!" Corynthias boomed.

The man who was standing was taken back, clearly he had never been talked down to. The stares from his peeres egged him on to retaliate, "What did you just say to me? Do you know who I am?"

Corynthias responded evenly, "Like I said, you're a fat, lazy pig who's been given everything you've ever wanted all your life. When I came here you thought it would be funny to make a fool of the man with 'half a body and half a brain'." The man standing attempted to speak up, but Corynthias barreled on, "Don't try and denie it, you sent a mass message to all the researchers about me, and how you were going to give me an impossible task as means of entry into the city. Once I failed, you were going to publicly humiliate me right back to the brothel I was born in. You were even stupid enough to send the message to my terminal."

By now, the large man standing looked like a ghost, since all of the blood had drained from his face. Sweat flowed freely down his face, and his eyes darted nervously to the other researcher's, who no longer gave him supportive looks, but rather downcast eyes. Corynthias continued, "Now sit down, and let me finish."

The man hesitated, trying to save the little amounts of dignity he had left. When he could find none, he sat into his chair, trying to throw a superior aura over his defeated face. Corynthias waited till he was seated, "By mixing gunpowder with water, the powder becomes inactive to high temperature and pressure, and will not ignite. By compressing the gunpowder and water to exactly 1/4 the original volume, the solution becomes an extremely dense substance that is very stable. With this compressed substance, you can fire a normal 9 millimeter with roughly half the normal amount of powder to achieve the same affect. All you have to do to ignite it is to send an electrical current through the powder to ignite it, and, as demonstrated, you can achieve great results." With that said, Corynthias collected his equipment and headed back to his room.

Back in the conference room, the scientists excitedly collected around the target, buzzing with excitement and wonder as they inspected the clean hole through the steel plate, and the hole in the wall behind it. Only one researcher, however, was not so excited about the results.

"So, did you hear about those group of guys.. What were they called.. Spectres?"
"Yeah, I heard about it, already put it under my [censored] file."
"Shh, quiet! They're probably listening to us right now."

Even if the Spectres weren't listening, I sure as hell was; if they did exist these two guys were on their way to an early grave. Chuckling slightly I moved around the thin wall and continued on my way through the damp alley, feeling my feet sink softly into the damp ground. There were so many alleys in Rust City it stopped getting funny after you'd scraqed a knee or gotten a bloody knuckle in every single one, I'd done my share of both in a lot of the alleys; but seeing every one was a miracle that I didn't hope to achieve. The world doesn't stop and start with your meagre achievements Andrew.

Checking my pocket I pulled out a small paper strip, I was one of the few who completely grasped that this was valuable; in our own heads I guess. They'd only been printing money for about twenty years now, which was enough for me to be completely used to the notion, but people still used caps where it suited them. Every new business used paper money because the government would pay them to use it, but old businesses or ones that involved outside trade used caps. None of that helped the prospect that I only had $10 sitting in my pocket, frowning I realised I'd only be able to buy some food and a drink if I was lucky.

The market was getting closer now, it was pretty close to the science labs which meant everything got nicer, the alleys turned into metallic streets and more people entered my field of vision. I lived in a nice part of town except it was a private district, electronic gates stopped most people from getting in; if anyone really had a grudge they could just jump the walls though. Grimacing at the thought of someone taking that much effort to get to me clouded my mind for a few moments, tucking it away into an alcove of my mind I kept clear for song ideas.

Too bad I didn't bring my guitar down today, I could've gotten a few extra dollars for food if people were feeling generous.

Eric Highland
Eric woke up early in the morning he had to prepare his shop for the day, he was busy mopping the floor after that he straightened out some of the books that he had. He then checked his watch it was 8:00.

"Show time" said Eric out loud, although the opening of Highland Merchandise was days ago he still felt like it was.

Eric walked over to the door and opened it, he turned over the sign that said closed/open.
[censored] its cold out here thought Eric.

Eric went over to a Nuka-Cola vending machine that was in the store. After having a couple of sips Eric walked over to the counter and waited for his first customer.

OOC: I'll go ahead and do a time lapse to a couple hours later. How are we all going to get together? i can see this getting boring if we go on with daily ives for too long.

Brian Stacey

Brian placed the gray metal tube into the white plastic one, then applied the proper glue that he kept in one of his many pockets. After it was done and hardened, he rose from his feet, and checked the flusher. It went down without so much as a drop spilled. Satisfied with his work, but aching due to the flare of arthritis running through his knees, the walked slowly on over to Mr. Victor, who was watching TV in his house. He fondly remembered working with Victor to set the TV up. It was a bit of a project, but it swelled him with pride to see one of his customers using his own project.

"That'll be fifteen dollars." Brain said, fighting weather to grab a seat or not. His knees we're killing him. I can't forget to get some knee pads.

It was kind of weird, because none of the markets or other stores had knee pads besides the new weapons shop. It was obvious that the store wasn't made for carpenters, and didn't sell their gear specifically. The other stores though, didn't have anything. It was better to get a security guards knee pads, than spend another straight hour on his knees. Victor walked up to him with the money in his hand. Although the rest of the world had resorted to caps, the Vault has supplied the city with pre-war dollars. That, plus the money that outsiders found on their journey's, and they saw no reason to use caps.

"Thanks, Victor. Give my house a call on movie night, eh?" Brain mused. There were no longer channels really, or shows. Just old cassettes that the Victor found, as well as a cassette player. To Brian's knowledge, Victor had the only functioning TV in the City. Brian said his good bye's and left en route to the weapons shop. After that he'd go home. He did enough houses for the day.

he building was relatively small, and looked to be an apartment complex. The name was quite vulgar, and not in Brian's taste, but he had one real goal, so it didn't really matter. He saw a man behind the register, shining some gun or another. A discarded box of grenades were on the ground by the countertop. A sign reading 2 for 7$ blared back at him. It was oddly charming.

"Hello, hello, how we doing this evening? I'm sure you remember me from a couple days ago. I came in for the knee pads?" Brian flashed a smile as he strolled in, observing his surroundings. He drummed on the cash register and whistled his tune while he waited.

OOC: I'm changing the Apparel to SAS gear


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John Marston

I sat at my house in the outskirts of Rust City. Our base was about two miles outside the city limits, so the Humvee could move around. I flicked the TV on and watched a old movie. Soon, I got up from a knock at the door. I reached for the knob and opened it. There I saw a girl, who was about 29, standing in my doorway

"Hi Mr. Marston!" She gleamed. I suddenly remembered her, she was Mary, a girl who lived two houses down.

"Oh, Hi Mary." I said to her, she smiled at me. She was always happy

"You hear about Mr. Franklin's prices? They're epic!" She said.

"That's not why your here." I said, glaring at her. She collapsed onto my shoulders crying. I could barely understand what she was saying. I calmed her down and she wiped her face with her arm.

"That cheating! He slept with the girl across the street than he ran! He ran to the NCR! He left a note!" She said, sobbing. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She cried and I talked over that he was a cheating idiot and she could have a better man than that.

"Thats a good idea, thanks Mr. Marston." She said, giving me a small kiss on the cheek and running out the door. I waved and shut the door. I walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Brahmin milk. I poured it into a cup and sat down at the table. I cooked a plate of Deathclaw scrambled eggs and Bighorner Bacon. I started eating, then, I peered out the window. I saw one of the messenger's from Blackhall

"I know." I said as he opened the door. I finished eating, turned the TV off, and ran out the door.

Eric Highland
Eric looked at his watch, 10:00.

"Still no customers, oh please somebody come" said Eric.

Eric continued to clean some more, he was getting bored. He couldn't wait until it was closing time as it seemed nobody would come.

"Damn, I swear I've never been this bored in my life"

Eric suddenly straightened up he saw someone coming. But unfortunately they just kept walking.

OOC: Any one is welcome to come into the store.

Charlie Moore

After stocking shelves, mopping, cleaning weapons, and convincing one hardass of a customer to purchase a handgun for self defence, I was on my break for lunch. not bothering to say goodbye to Tom who was trying to convince a person into buying replacement parts for their damaged assualt rifle, I left the building and moved onto the street. I breathed in the fresh air and started walking through the sea of people.

One store after another, I passed them, none of them caught my eye, clerks standing in doorways always tried to convince me to enter their store and buy some food, or something or another. As I passed another store the clerk straightened up, it was apparent he was bored,I moved past the store without hesitation, but then I decided to check it out.

I turned on my heels and took a few steps back to the store, I opened the door and entered, "Hello," I said, trying to sound friendly, the man sat behind the counter, I expected him to perk up now that a customer had entered the building.

Eric Highland
"Hello"

Eric quickly looked up to see a man come into the store.

"Welcome good sir, welcome to Highland Merchandise how may I help you?" asked Eric all excited.

"Are you after food, books, chems, clothing" said Eric pointing to certain parts of the room.

OOC: HEY MOUSE, DO YOU EVEN READ MY POSTS? I ENTERED YOUR STORE *MEANWORD*.

:stare:

John was sitting in his living room, he was biting his nails out of nervousness. Dr. Raymond was supposed to deliver the FEV hours ago. There were so many possibilities that all would of ended bad. John let out a deep sigh and got off of his couch, he decided he would get something to drink to lower the stress. He walked to his fridge and opened the freezer, John was lucky to have electricity, most of the wasteland didn't have it. There was a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of vodka, a bottle of scotch, and a bottle of rum. So many choices. John grabbed the whiskey and placed it on the counter, he opened the cupboard and grabbed a shot glass. John poured himself shot after shot, he made his way back to the couch and collapsed.

Meanwhile at the Rust City market place...

Dr. Raymond had troubles getting the FEV, he had to knock three scientists unconscious. Raymond had two duffel bags on each side, they were both filled with FEV cannisters. There were so many people in the market place that it was hard to navigate, a mean looking guy bumped into Raymond and he fell to the ground landing on both of the duffel bags. The sound of glass breaking could be heard and moments later a green cloud started to surround the area....

OOC: COuld you maybe revise that, to give people some time. Those minutes that passed could be precious for the other readers. Like, one the glass breaks talk about how it seeped out, then let people like my character look out some windows and watch what was happening. I'm going to post as if you hadn't skipped those few minutes.

Mouse, when you reply, you're in the store with me, because when I came in that was where you were supposed to be.

Also, lets have the zombies be evolving ones, that undergo multiple physical and mental changes. For example, over time they will look less and less human. Also, lets have them be slow runners for right now, but over about an hour, they be able to run.

Brian Stacey

Brain was still waiting for the person behind the counter when he began to hear a commotion behind him. He turned around and looked out of the window, and saw something very, very odd. There was a green gas erupting into the street, supposedly coming form some guy on the floor. People everywhere were beginning to start coughing, and wheezing and . . . falling on the ground. So many people were falling, collapsing, the gas had engulfed the whole street. It was beginning to fog up the green windows as Brian watched in horror. He'd heard of the FEV, and super mutants and the like, and there were rumors that Rust City had some, that it was how it started. Oh, no, Brian thought as he made the connection. The people were possibly mutating.

The gas has fogged up the whole window, and cast the room in darkness as the gas spread all the way across the pane. Soon, all that could be seen was green, and it cast a dim light on the room. Brian backed up so far he'd ran into a gun rack behind him. There he stood for some time, then something form the other side of the window caught his eye, and he began to move towards it once again. In the hopes that he could hopefully see something.

Then, an open hand slammed on the screen, startling the hell out of him. The hand, was pale and veiny, but the veins were growing and changing colors. The hand was beginning to deform. Some of the skin was reseeding on top of the bone, pores begin to burst with thick red blood. Another hand, then another. The fog began to clear up, and a silhouette was revealed. It was of a man, but his face was no longer peaceful. He was losing skin by the second, and it was turning to a sickly brownish-green. His eyes were the worst part, as they were now all white, with pale green iris's that glowed faintly. WHatever it was, was no longer human.

It let out a roar, and smashed his face against the glass, cracking it.

"Oh [censored]!" Brian yelled, pulling out a gun from the rack, and two clips. He clumsily loaded the weapon, and blasted a sloppy barrage of bullets on the window, causing it to shatter, then ran out in a bee line for his house.

Colt Harris

Colt was seconds from taking his last bite of the delicous sub, when he heard screams coming from outside. He left a few caps as a tip, and looked out the window. An ominous cloud of green gas was slowly rising into the sky, casting out the sun. Colt saw people clumsily running and coughing, they had breathed in the gas. He opened the door and ran for the rangers compound. Along the way he saw several soldiers sprinting towards the disaster, their faces looked as if the world was coming to an end.

When Colt arrived, Cato and Miguel were out front. The others were out in the wastes on patrol. Cato had his shotgun loaded and ready, and Miguel was preparing his Uzi.

"Whats that about?" asked Colt, notioning towards the guns. "Just in case. You never know what could happen." responded Cato. Colt nodded, ran inside, and picked up his M14. He took out 3 magazines, carefully placing them in his pocket. He had no time for armor, as a loud alarm rang out over the city. When Colt arrived outside, Cato was gone. "Where is he of to now, Miguel?" Miguel pointed towards the north, where the government buildings were located. "He's going to see whats up." said Miguel hastily.

Before Colt could respond, a soldier ran up to him. He carried several gas masks, which he handed to Miguel and Colt. "Wheres Cato?" he asked. "He needs a mask or..." before he could continue, a huge blast rang out from the north. The man ran of, looking for more soldiers to give the gas masks to. "Come on kid, lets find Cato and see what this is about."

John Marston

Frank's Scrap and Slop Shop

I stood at the doorway of a shop. Three of the Mercenaries, Hammond, Selinger, and Jefferson, were with me.

"Hey, Marston-" He was interrupted by a roar from a crowd. I could see a faint green gas.

"The frickin hell?" I said. I turned to the leader of the operation, Hammond.

"Gas Masks! Now!" He said, we pulled them down over our faces. Selinger and Jefferson ran toward the cloud. Hammond and I ran into a shop. I saw a man running toward a house. I ran into the shop. I saw a mutant

"Anthony." I muttered. I ran up and hit him with the butt of my gun. I pulled out my Uzi and shot into his head. I turned to the shop owner

"Bit slow eh." I joked "Whatever your name is, we gotta move."

Ah [censored], I did not know you were referrring to me, sorry, Illm get to it know, as if it was after lunch.

Sorry, but please disregard my post about em coming into your store, or even going on lunch break.

It was all lies. :whistling:



OOC: Got it, eh maybe the Zombies could be different kinds too, I kind of was just watching some Left 4 Dead vids, so somethign like that would be pretty cool.

[color="#8B0000"]Charlie Moore

The customer began to try to talk but soon there was a huge commotion out in the streets, he was scared and so was I, soon he scooped up a weapon as a monster smashed the window, He opened fire and began to move out through the door.

"Hey [censored]hole you can't steal that [censored]?"

I then realised that people in the streets were changing into twisted aberations. I grabbed an Uzi and a couple magazines from a rack and rushed out the door. I followed the man who had moments ago, been a customer. He was moving at a quick pace, adn I was truly unsure of where he was going. I was fumbling with loading the Uzi when I dropped the magazine. I stopped in my tracks sand spraying as I slid.

I reached to pick up the magazine when one the creatures rounded the corner of the alley. I loaded my other magazine and extended my arm holding the trigger down as I did so. Bullets tore through flesh and the creature dropped to the ground inot a messy pile, I continued in my previous direction, and shouted, "Hey, guy, where the heck did you go?"

OOC: My character was in your store mouse.

Ahhh, well you could follow me but I have officially left the store in pursuit of Ant.

Wait where, I read your posts, there is no indication that you entered my store, something about mercs, and a guy named Anthony.

OOC: He had like three word about entering a store, it must've been yours Mouse. But, while we're talking about the actual RP...

Brian Stacey

Brain was running very quickly, breathing labored. He had a gun in his hand and a clip in the other. He deliberated weather to just shoot his way out, but he really didn't want to. Some of the face outside were those of people he'd known. Friend's and colleagues. He searched the horde of creatures for his sister's face, hoping she hadn't been outside at the time. As he ran, the monsters roared and trotted after him. They took heavy deliberate steps, but on a whim, jumped into action in surprising speed. Some lurched in his direction as he passed them. He ran into two directly in front of him, and began to spray the second clip, pressing the trigger. It stuttered. He the realized he still had the second clip in his hand, and the creatures were advancing on him now. He found the socket and jammed the clip in, then loaded it as he did before with some lever or another, and blasted away. Thankfully, the faces of this particular two were so deformed that he couldn't recognize if they were people he knew.

After about fifteen bullets, he continued to run. He heard someone call out faintly from behind him, but didn't pay it any mind. It was all extraordinarily terrifying, and although Brian couldn't recognize the two faces, he still felt bad that he had to kill them. It was against Brian's nature. He turned a corner and ran into a dilema. He could see his house, right on the other side of they alley and across a small street. The problem: there were at least a dozen people in the alley way. A couple were still human looking, but missing intestines and ligaments, as the beasts ate at them. He heard mortified screams. Other people were spazzing out, banging their heads into walls, and turning in circles, muttering obscenities. The rest were just standing there, rocking, heads down and cocked slightly to the side. As his boots dug into the gravel, the looked up, and Brian heard a voice, and running.

Someone was running to him, also armed. Brian hoped it was ready help, cause he'd just started shooting.

Charlie Moore

I rounded out of the alley, finding the man who had just recently been in my store unloading his weapon on a group of about sixteen mutants. I caught up beside him and by now I was panting. I stopped beside the man and took a moment to catch my breath. I levelled the weapon out holding it in one hand, and squeezed the trigger. The clip emptied and three of the creatures bit the dust and another one was caught by the rounds.

Now I had no more bullets, I stood there, hoping he would have enough firepower to clear the way. Although if I had to, I could rely on my knife. I spoke up now, scared out of my wits.

“Jesus H. Christ, the name is Charlie Moore, where the hell is your house? We gotta find some place to hide.”

Colt and Miguel carefully made there way through the street. A man, whose body was covered in what appeared to be brown mush, popped out from behind an ally. "Sir, are you okay?" asked Miguel. The man groaned, then ran towards the two men. Before Colt could make a move, the mans body fell down. Behind him stood a man. Another man popped out of nowhere. They both looked normal.

"Jesus H. Christ, the name is Charlie Moore, where the hell is your house? We gotta find some place to hide.”

"I'm coming to!" Miguel interrupted. Colt didn't trust the men, but they were the only normal looking people around.