Don't post, until I give the okay and start it properly.

Timeline!

February 17th, 2355. The People's Government of America is created.

January 1st, 2356. The People's Government is growing strong. Everyone agrees with their views on the Wasteland. Their numbers grow to the thousands.

March 6th, 2340. The People's Government and it's army overthrow what's left of the Enclave. Now being the only form of Government. They take command of America, and start to rebuild.

March 7th, 2340. The People's Government sends a massive assault on the FEV vats in America.

August 30th, 2345. The Western Brotherhood leave, and go back East. Reuniting with the main base of operations. The same day, they agree to join the People's Government.

June 28th, 2400. Fifty-five years after the destruction of all opposing factions. The People's Government rebuilds most major cities of America. Communication between each city is set up. Roads are made, cars are fixed and rebuilt.

October 14th, 2406. Communication starts between other countries, including all allied countries, and all Soviet countries.

December 25th, 2500. America is thriving, and is the strongest country in the world. All other major powers are also rebuilt, and growing stronger. World peace has finally started.

July 4th, 2550. The People's Government elects President Garmin. He grows paranoid of other countries growing stronger. Manufacturing weapons begins, including nuclear weapons.

August 9th, 2600. Other countries learn of America's weapon manufacturing. They all start making weapons themselves, starting an Arms Race.

October 12th, 2605. China demands all countries stop making weapons. America refuses, and reacts with force, starting a war with China.

December 31st, 2605. … And so the Great War has a sequel.

Where you come in.

Nobody worried about nuclear warfare, assuming their government didn't want to repeat the Great War. You are a citizen in the city of San Francisco, and you are on a ship going on it's first voyage to another country. Miles away from the coast, others on the ship notice plumes of smoke come from land.

As a child, you watch as your home is destroyed. No one knows the fate of other countries. When the boat can't get a signal out to anyone, everyone assumes the Great War repeated itself. Ten years later, the boat is forced to return to American soil. While most people wait back on the giant ship, a small team is sent out to San Francisco.

The city is flooded almost completely, the murky water covered the ground. There's only one thing to remember while outside in the water; stay away from the deep parts. You never know what's swimming around your feet. Be it human, or animal.

You have two choices; leave the team, and survive as you wish, or stay with the team and create a new society. If you leave the city, you'll die within days. If you leave the team, you'll suffer the same fate.

Basic rules apply.

-My word > Yours
-No ubering
-No character killing, with their consent
-No taking from others without permission
-Try not to kill every enemy with ease. See Stream's “General Combat Guide.” It's nice
-Have fun!

Character Sheets:



The Comedian (Me.)

Name: Wilhelm Gustloff (+1 if you knew where the name came from.)

Ethnic Group: German

Appearance: Brown, unkempt hair that stick out in all directions. Big green eyes, with bags under them showing lack of sleep. Stands about 5'9" with a muscular build. Tan skin, from working outside most of his life on the boat.

Weapon(s): http://www.practac.no/images/customtle2.jpg

Armor: Worn out work clothes; a stained white shirt, blue jeans, a heavy coat, and giant rubber boots.

Misc Items: N/A

Bio: It was the first, and the only voyage to another country at the time. The People's Government wanted to rebuild the massive tanker that spent so many years at San Francisco, rather than create one on it's own. The ship soon carried the last survivors of the World. Wilhelm was quite possibly the only teenager to witness the events; and he was the youngest to know what was going on. Not knowing what kind of emotion to feel; anger, sadness, depression... He just watched silently as those around him panicked on the ship. He had no feeling for what had happened, and he didn't know why.

Over the next ten years, he worked as everything on the ship. He cleaned, he cooked, he was in maintenance, you name it. He practically was in charge of the whole ship. And when the time came, he was the one in charge of the small team seeking salvation. He didn't like the idea; but he had no choice. He was sent with a few men to their old home, which was flooded almost completely. Their job was to kill everything....

***

Sannes Vallen

***

Name:Jansen Gray

Race:Caucasian,plus a bit of Blackfoot indian.

Age:22

Appearance:Stands about 5'5",with a thin,muscular build.He has dark grey hair,one shade away from black,tied back in a rough ponytail,and his Blackfoot ancestors dusky complection and sharp,slim features.His eyes are a piercing white blue,like ice,and his face id locked in a perpetual smirk.
Weapons:http://www.imfdb.org/images/thumb/7/76/SawnoffShotgun2.jpg/400px-SawnoffShotgun2.jpg and an http://wpcontent.answers.com/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8d/Nagant-holstered.jpg/250px-Nagant-holstered.jpg

Armor/Clothing:A grey hooded jacket and a pair of faded black jeans.Holstered under his arm is his nagant,and he wears a bandolier for shotgun shells over the jacket.Attached to the bandolier at its lowest point,near his waist,is a faded leather bag that he uses to hold extra ammo for the nagant and his survival gear.

Food,Ammo,and Medicine:Two packets of old,but still edible potato chips.A canteen of drinking water.Two syrenges of morphine,a half-full bottle of pain pills,and some gauze.Twenty 12 Gauge shotshells in the bandolier,and five in the shotguns loading tube,and 28 extra 7.62x38 shells for the Nagant,plus seven in the cylinder

Bio:Jansen is a skilled survivor,having both firearm skills and old blackffot tracking techniques taught to him by his noe-deceased father.He tends to be serious,but ocasionally shares some of his dry and morbid humor.Doesnt really want to be a leader,amd is willing to follow anyone who looks like they can do the job right.Is best at tracking and scavenging,and has some skill with medical supplies,if he can find any.


***

Ian Mc

Name:Iain Scott
Race: Caucasian
Age: 20

Appearance: He has grey-green eyes, curly blonde hair. He is athletic, with a small-featured, delicate face.
Weapons: Repeater (dark brown), Colt pistol, Machete.
Armor: Black Short Sleeved Shirt, Dark Blue 3/4 shorts, White trainers.
Misc Items: Tennis Ball, Chain necklace, Chewing Gum

Bio: Doesn't have a great memory of what happened when he was a child, only that he was in a hurry for something. Parents took him to a boat, but only Iain was allowed on it. Had to abandon his parents and start a new life on a boat. Sailors would sometimes tell him how to shoot, they only had Repeaters because it was an old fashioned boat. Learning the ropes of the boat and became a good sailor.
Captain made an announcement that they were going to take some people to San Francisco to see what had happened there. They got the willing passengers then set sail to see land for the first time in years. Iain became excited of this, to learn about the history of what had happened and his old hometown.

***

TeeHee:3

Name:Lydia Burke
Race: Caucasian
Age: 19

Appearance: Short and thin with large Hazel eyes. A small, pretty face. Short-ish Brown hair curled into a classic 50's hairstyle.
Weapons: Whatever blunt melee weapon she can find. Currently, an old Candlebra from the ship's restaurant.
Armor: A Green dress with sensible Black shoes. Stained and torn in some places.
Misc Items: Earrings, Watch, a few Bottlecaps, a large handbag full of Medical Supplies.

Bio: Being the only young girl on the ship, Lydia didn't have many friends. The boys gave her quizzical looks when she chose to cook or play instead of fighting.
This time alone meant Lydia grew to be an exceptional Medic, and so was chosen to aid the scavengers on their mission through the city.

Lydia is quiet, a bit of a recluse. She'd never really got on with anyone on the Ship. Lydia is timid and shy, exactly the person you'd expect not to survive a Nuclear Holocaust. Inside she is kind, but outside she is hard as a rock. Her face is a constant mask of indifference. Although most on the ship thought of Lydia as odd, they soon changed their minds when they were in need of Medical assistance.

***

DB Assassin

Name: Keith Dalton
Race: Caucasian
Age: 21
Appearance: Thin face, wiry body, buzz cut, 5'8”, 137 lbs, grey eyes, black hair
Weapons: Berretta M-9, butterfly knife
Armor: None, Black leather with a white t-shirt underneath, Jeans, pistol holster on his right hip, black combat boots, wool fingerless gloves, knit cap, scarf around face for protection against cold,
Misc Items: 9 9mm clips, grey backpack, water bottle
Bio: Keith was just a teenager when the second war erupted. By the time he actually got on the ship many of his friends were dead or nowhere to be found, trampled or pushed aside. That night on the ship, Keith cried all night, he had lost his parents. After a few years, when he was old enough to actually start working, he became a mechanic. He and his coworkers fixed any of the ships problems that the Peoples Republic overlooked.

When the captain announced that they were going to land at San Francisco Keith was overjoyed. He would finally be able to see land again, after so many years. But then the captain began handing out weapons. He became scared what were they going to see? Would there still be a war going on? The ship then docked and they were ready to step out to the “new world.”

***

Josh gro-Grahz

Name: Docarly Rester "Doc"
Race: Cacausian
Age: 55
Appearance: Rough Beard, Messy Hair (Black), Three Scars covering the left side of his face over his left eye, Scars all over his body, missing pinky and ring fingers on left hand, 6".
Weapons (Nothing major): .50 Magnum, Trench Knife (now spikes just brass knucks)
Armor (Same as weapons, nothing big): Leather Armor with metal welded onto it for more protection, Black Bandanna, Black Eye Patch over left eye
Misc Items: N/A
Bio: Doc was born in San Francisco and became part of the team when he went to the other land for the war he became severley injured but he survived but unfortantley lost a eye and two fingers and multiple scars over his body. When he returned to San Francisco and saw the destruction he began to go from an over all nice go to a hardned bastard.

OOC: Okay, I won't talk about ten years prior. That's something I may want to do tgroughout th course of the RP

Keith Dalton

Keith was working on one of the ships engines, his hands were covered in oil. He heard a door open behind him and e turned around. "Sir the captain wants to see you," the messenger boy said.

"Argh, can't it wait? I'm working on the ship right now."

"He says it's urgent."

"Fine, here's a tip. Oh and call another mechanic over to finish this job up." Keith handed the boy a bottle cap and walked out of the engine room.

As he walked into the engine room he saw that there were a few others waiting for the captain to say something. The captain looked over all the people in his quarters and finally spoke up. "Glad you're finally here, Gustloff." The captain said. Keith looked over at the man who just stepped in and then looked back at the captain. "I'm going to be quick about this, everyone; As you all know, we had a war a short time ago. We've never left the ship since. I don't know anyway to put this, but, everyone saw it coming; The ship won't be able to sustain life any longer. We're going to go back to America. And you all; are the best able bodies. The citizens of the ship... Are all asking you for help."

Wilhelm frowned, "And?"

"We don't know what's out there! We're requesting you find out for us." the captain waved over to a locker, "Take what's there. It's non-negotiable. Three days, and we'll be back home."

Keith walked up to the locker and looked in it, it was stocked with weapons and medicine. "What are we going to face out there?" he thought.

-Ten Years Prior-

Like any major voyage of a ship, a large crowd made up of curious onlookers and family members stood on the docks, waving goodbye. Colorful strips of paper fell through the air, and loud horns were set off. The screaming crowd drowned out most of the sound; everyone wanted to say their goodbyes.

With a massive creak, the ships engines whirred on. The water behind it started to stir, and the boat set off to the ocean. The crowd still cheered, until the boat was too far away to hear.

Wilhelm stood on the deck, with both his parents. They looked over the distant land, seeing the peaceful, green trees and grass blurs. Wilhelm's dad patted him on the shoulder, and walked with his mom back inside the ship.

Everyone on the boat was happy, they were busy talking, drinking, and eating. The party was cut short when a girl's scream pierces their ears. Everyone looked to the source of the noise, and saw a young girl looking to Anerican land. Black smoke covered the land, and grew into mushroom shapes clouds. A wave of air blasted the boat, and Wilhelm almost lost his balance.

The land turned grey and black, the only color was from the large bits of orange fire. Everyone on deck watched their home burn to ashes.

-Present Time-

Wilhelm woke up, and rubbed his eyes. He got out of his bed, and got ready for the day. He opened the door to his room, to find a messenger boy ready to knock on the door. He stood silent, and stared at Wilhelm.

"Can I help you?" Wilhelm asked.

"Yes, uh... The Captain wishes to see you."

Wilhelm reached in his pocket, and pulled out a bottle cap. He flipped it, and let the boy catch it. He nodded, and the boy scurried away.

***

The captain's quarters had a small group of familiar faces. Wilhelm was last in, and the captain motioned for him to shut the door. Wilhelm listened, and walked over to the Captain's desk.

"Glad you're finally here, Gustloff." The captain said. "I'm going to be quick about this, everyone; As you all know, we had a war a short time ago. We've never left the ship since. I don't know anyway to put this, but, everyone saw it coming; The ship won't be able to sustain life any longer. We're going to go back to America. And you all; are the best able bodies. The citizens of the ship... Are all asking you for help."

Wilhelm frowned, "And?"

"We don't know what's out there! We're requesting you find out for us." the captain waved over to a locker, "Take what's there. It's non-negotiable. Three days, and we'll be back home."

OOC:DB,shouldnt the currency on the ship be food tickets or something,since food is being rationed?Bottlecaps as money never made sense anyway.

Ten Years Prior

A short, dark haired, dusky-skinned boy stared off the beck of the ship, his pale blue eyes reflecting the fire that engulfed the shore. Mushroom clouds dotted the horizon, and the wind was blowing ashes towards the ship.This boys name was Jansen Gray, and this was supposed to be the trip.His father had been planning this for months. Supposedly, there was an old blackfoot tradition that on the eve of their thirteenth birthday, young men were supposedd to leave their home and their tribe to se the extent of the world, and only then could they return to their village as a man. Just an hour before, he had been standing on the dock beside his father. Jansen could remembered it now.

"Jans..son..your twelve, and your about to be thirteen. Its time to make a life for yourself."

"But dad, I want to stay here, with you, in america.What if something happens to you, or me?"

"Trust me, Jansen, nothing is going to happen to either of us. Im in the most powerful nation on earth, the home of the free, and you'll be touring the globe on the first and finest ocean-faring vessel the Peoples Government ever constructed.We'll both be fine."

The present day

A taller version of that youth stood on the same deck, overlooking the same dock that he had ten years ago.It was raining, and the wind was slinging raindrops into his face.His dark hair was fluttering behind him,tied in a loose ponytail.The same light blue eyes,now shining with a fierce determination snapped open as he was shocked back into the present by the stinging rain.In a whisper,made unheard by the howling wind,he spoke a silent sentiment.

"Well dad, you were right about one thing..I was safe on the ship..I just wish you had been smart enough to get on the boat with me."

Without another word, the ashen-haired young man made his way along the tankers deck to his room to pack his things. The captain had already told him they were docking, hopefully to find medicine, food, and clear water. He was one of the few on the ship with survival training, and regardless that that training had taken place more than a decade prior, he was going to be sent out with the scouting party.

"Lucky me." He muttered.

OOC: What I meant is that I posted something like this



And then he posted his thing and he had bottle cap so I put bottle cap.

OOC:Okay, I'll roll with it, we just need to quit OOC'ing.

Jansen made it back to his room and packed a leather satchel bag with a few useful items. Some pain pills for his continual headaches, some morphine in case things got bad, a few bags of old potato chips, a canteen of water, a small solid-fuel camp stove,and some iodine to purify water.Not enough to be too heavy,but enough to help him survive if it came to that.He hooked the satchel bag to his badolier and slung the bandolier on over his faded jacket.Abandoning the desk and bed,he proceeded to the lockers beside the door. Jansen was a member of the crews militia, so he owned his own weapons.

Within one locker was his shotgun, a trimmed barrel pump-action twelve gauge with a sawn-off stock and carry strap, along with an extra box of shells. He carefully inspected the weapon, making sure the feeding tube was clear and the barrel was rust-free.Satisfied with his inspection, he loaded five shells into the feed tube and slid twenty extra 12 gauge shotshells into the bandoliers straps and swung the shotgun over his shoulder. In the locker next the the shotgun was his revolver, a classic russian,seven-shot single-action nagant revolver.The revolver was allways kept loaded and ready for use,so he merely inspected the barrel and slid it into its shoulder holster beneath his jacket.He also slipped a six-inch long hunting knife into its sheath concealed behind the nagants holster. The knife was his fathers. Well, it belonged to his father..his dead father, he reminded himself.

Forcing back a tear,he tossed an extra box of ammo for the nagant into his satchel bag and scanned the room to make sure he hadnt missed anything useful.With satisfied nod,he set off for the captains quarters.When h arrived there,the captain was explaining the scouting mission to the others that were to go with him.In the group he saw Wilhelm,the man the captain had appointed leader of the expedition and Kieth Dalton,the ships mechanic.They were both good men.

Since jansen had already been informed of his job,he took a place in the corner and waited while the captain finished and the others began picking out weapons.Knowing one of the others would probably try to pick a minigun or an RPG, he spoke up.

"Pack something light that you can carry easy and you know how to use.I'd say a few people with training with such weapons should carry assault rifles or shotguns just in case,but we will also need people to carry survival gear and haul back what we find,so everyone else should carry pistols and knives.Dont bog yourselves down with too much ammunition,either.Were only going to be out there three or four days,so about four magazines should do you.If not,we can raid a gun store."

-Ten Years Prior-

"Mummy what's the rush?"
Iain was getting his hands crushed by his parents, they looked worried, but determined. It was very noisy, everybody around Iain was either screaming, shouting or crying. His legs were getting tired, "I'm tired daddy!"
His father carried him over his shoulder and kept on running.

Near the end of the rush they arrived at a dock, fishermen were aboard and his parents pleaded that they take Iain. The fishermen said that they could, but not his parents. Iain's parents didn't mind, as long as their son was safe. The kissed him about five times then said goodbye.
Iain didn't understand why they couldn't come, "Why can't you come?"
His parents started crying, then shrugged. The boat was now drifting away, and his parents were growing smaller and smaller.
"Mummy! Daddy!"

-Present Time-

Iain was strengthening the ropes on the boat, life wasn't bad as a sailor, it was peaceful. But now they had to go back to America, back to a distant memory which Iain had pretty much forgotten.
They were going to land and they had to clear out the island, but Iain was trained in combat. The sailors on the ship were great fighters, had great stories from the past.
That was one of the main reasons Iain signed up, to tell a great story of his adventure.
He walked over to the passengers and asked, "Good day, name's Iain Scott. I'm only a sailor on the ship but I'm coming with you too."

OOC:Iain,this is a semi-modern tanker,so no ropes,San Francisco isnt an island,and we dont have to kill everything,just find supplies.Maybe you should read the posts from the first to get a better feel for whats going on,because your post doesnt have the same feel as the rest of ours.

Ten Years Prior
"Sorry miss, we're only accepting children at this time." The chubby man on deck announced to a tired mother.

"There's only three of us. We'll sleep in the halls! We'll sleep on the deck! Please, it's only three more." She adjusted the sleeping baby in her arms.

"We can't accept advlts, you'll have to stay behind. It's only a short trip, you'll see your children again in no time.
Just give me the babies and everything will be fine."

The woman stood there, open mouthed. One baby stirred in her sleep, but quickly reverted to silence. The blanket was blowing in the breeze
behind the people, while huge crowds had gathered on the Dock. Cheering, crying, waving. Saying goodbye, forever.

The Present Day

Lydia was in the Clinic, putting a plaster on a young boy's knee. She was smiling, reassuring the child. One would think she was a mother, but she was too young. The boy seemed happy too despite his pain. Maybe just spending time with her cheered him up. A messenger boy appeared in the doorway.

"Uhh... Miss? It's time to... uh, leave."

"Run along now. And stop playing in the Engine room" She smiled one last time as the boy ran out the room before frowning at the Messenger boy.
"Already? The captain said we weren't leaving for another hour." Lydia starting reaching for her supplies bag before the Messenger boy interrupted her.
"You know, I'm sure it's fine. I'll just... um..." He turned around an half-sprinted out the room, as nice as Lydia was she could be absolutely frightening when she wanted to be.

An hour passed before the messenger boy appeared again, this time with a sailor. Lydia was packing her bag with all sorts of Medical Supplies, she had no idea what to expect out there. The boy obviously didn't want to be here again. The sailor pointed at Lydia, then the boy.

"Say it again. Go on."

"Uh... It's t-time to go... "

"Good." He flipped a cap at the boy just as he ran out the room. The cap fell to the floor and the sailor picked it up again.
"Lydia, you have to stop scaring people like that. It's really not fair..."

"I don't like to be interrupted."

"If mum knew she'd be horrified... Oh, what are we gonna do without a doctor?" He walked up to Lydia and hugged her. They both looked suprised.

"It's only for three days. Come on Ray... it'll be fine. You're a big tough sailor now right?" She picked up her bag and walked out the room. Grinning as she walked down the hall. This was the most exciting thing to happen to anyone on the ship... Imagine... America! Where it all began.

Doc awoke from his room and looked on his calender this was the day that they would be going back to America. Doc put his customized leather armor on and grabbed his .50 Magnum and Trench Knife, he put the knife and gun in there holseters. He walked out of the room and went and saw the other men he sat down in the room they were all in and awaited for docking.
((Sorry wasn't much of a post just wanted Comedian to do what he wanted to do))

((OOC: ThatOneNwah is out, unfortunately :/ ))

IC

An announcement roared through the speakers on the boat;

"Wilhelm Gustloff, Jansen Grey, Ian Scott, Lydia Burke, Keith Dalton, and Docarly Rester; you're all needed at the deck of the ship, ASAP. Be prepared to set off to the land. As for Cain, you are excused from his mission, seeing as your now the last child in your family. We are sorry for you loss."

Wilhelm got up from his bed, and shook his head to "fix" his hair. He rubbed his eyes, and pulled his hand through the mess of hair on his head. He got ready for the mission ahead. It would only be a few days long, so he made sure to bring some extra food in clothes. Along with extra rounds for his gun. He was sure he'd need all the ammo he could get for finding food, and killing whatever they find.

Making his way to the deck of the ship, he looked out to the close American soil. The boat hasn't been that close for ten years; he could envision the way the city used to look. Now, it was desolate, destroyed, dead...

He frowned when he saw the city partially flooded, and the dock completely destroyed from the nuclear fire. Some fires were spread around the city, near the tops of buildings. Even ten years later, the place was showing signs of a war.

The water covering the ground was deep enough for the boat to float on. With no dock, there was only one way the group could leave; and that was through a building. The ship came to a stop, just barely missing a towering building to the right. A metal plank was thrown over the hole, smashing through the window on the building.

The group stood outside, just a few feet from the plank. The Captain of the ship, paced back in forth. This time, he gave a decent speech, and an apology;

"All right, everyone. I'm sure you all know each other; it's been ten years you've all lived in the same place. You all have your own specialties, and the others' can figure out what that is on their own.

"First thing's first! I want to apologize for the rush I gave you, just three days ago. I know it was on very short notice, and once again I'm sorry. I just hope you all properly said your goodbyes.

"This city, our old home; it's, as you can clearly see, gone. With the news of the city being flooded, there's going to be many dangers out there. I don't know what there is, and I'm sorry for that. All we can say is; God Speed, and thank you. The citizens of this ship thank you, even if it wasn't completely voluntary.

"Come home! Come home heroes." The Captain finally finished, and shook hands with each member.

OOC:Finally,something I can post on!Also,comedian,im going to play a stark contrast to your charicter,who aoppears to be a leader of sorts that belives in his cause.Jansen is more down-to-earth,full pain and restricted anger,and knowing full and well that he could die at any second.

Jansen was standing on one side of the captain when he made his speech, with Wilhelm on the other,both were active members of the ships militia, and were known to confident and intelligent men. Jansen had been offered to be co-leader of the mission, but declined, as the confidence he exuded was merely a shield he had constructed to protect him from his own emotions. For now, he kept that facade up, for the crews sake, but the second he stepped off of the ship he knew the shield would crack. This was San Francisco, the place his nightmare of a life had truly began.

The captains "Speech" sounded pretty, but jansen knew it for what it was, just a bunch of empty words. His apoligy meant nothing, because he knew that none of them were truly doing this because to wanted to risk their lives for some "Greater good".They did it because the ship was running out of food, and they lived on the ship. The ship was safe, so if they didnt save it, they would lose that safe place, the only home they had.

Ignoring the speech, which was pissing him off, he examined their team. There was Docarly, the grizzled old veteran. He was supposed to be wilhelms advisor, him being the only one with true combat experience there. If Jansen respected anyone on the team as a superior, it was old Doc.He had seen Ian Scott and Keith Dalton often enough, as both were commonly seen around the ship, Ian being a sailor and kieth a mechanic, but he didnt really know them personally, and thus would never trust them with his life.

Hanging back was their final member, Lydia Burke, the medic.She was attractive, no doubt, all round hazel eyes and slim, curving features. Not that looks meant s*** in a survival situation. Jansen had met her once before, but not on good terms. She was concerned about his addiction to pain pills. Little did she know, the pills were about the only thing keeping the headaches from driving him insane. Either way, they were on the same team, and it was her job to save his life, regardless of weather she thought he was a mentally scarred and dangerous addict, which he wasnt, anyway.

The captain finished his speech and shook each members hand in turn.When the curt, plump man reached jansen, he just sighed and gave a firm handshake.Might as well look good for the crew, I suppose. After the handshake,the team members with guns set about checking their weapons. Wilhelm carried a http://www.imfdb.org/images/thumb/f/f4/KimberCustomIISWAT_Jackson.jpg/350px-KimberCustomIISWAT_Jackson.jpg, probably a .45 or a 9mm.Jansen preferred revolvers for their reliability,but a well-maintained pistol was okay too. Ian had a http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/31oge-rQoRL._AA280_.jpg, a strange and somewhat archaic weapon, but reliable, and an https://policeguns.com/catalog/images/XLarge_1911WWI.jpeg style pistol.Man after my own heart, willing to carry a gun not because its shiny and new,but because it works. Keith had a http://xbradtc.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/m9-pistolet.jpg at his hip. A bit too new for my tastes, but passable, I suppose. Doc had a http://www.spareammo.com/posters/deserteagle4420004_400x299.jpg, and no doubt knew how to use the handcannon. Glad to have that gun watching my back instead of shooting at it.

He was about to walk onto the metal bridge behind wilhelm when he saw that the medic was awkwardly carrying some sort of candlebra. Someone didnt get the "Carry a F***** Gun" Memo. Jansen held back until she was about to walk across the bridge to the building begfore he stopped her and unhooked his backup pistol and its holster from around his leg. The holster was wide enough for the pistol, a slim http://ciampolisgunshop.com/GUN%20PICS/BERETTA/BERETTA%20TOMCAT%20STAINLESS.JPG and an extra pair of 10-round magazines stacked side-by-side. He quickly dissasembled the pistol and explained how to properly reload and fire it. After the lesson he put it back together, jammed it into its holster and handed to holster to her.

"Just strap the holster on your thigh, under your dress, remember what I taught you, and draw the gun when the rest of us draw ours. A gun left in the holster is almost as bad as being unarmed,and an unarmed medic is a dead medic, and a dead medic is worthless to everyone here. I dont care what your opinion is about me, im going to try to get back here without carrying a body over my shoulder. Now lets go, the others are already across the bridge."

Iain started packing ammo into his belt, whilst holstering his pistol at the left side of his belt. Everyone in the team didn't look scared one bit, which relieved him. Everybody had different weapons, but Iain probably had the most unusual weapon there. It was difficult to get used to the Repeater, but he used it all his life and became an expert on that specific weapon. Although at the times when Iain trained with the Repeater, he couldn't actually shoot anyone, or anything. So it would be a good chance to test his skills.

Some were already leaving the boat, Jansen, was helping the medic called Lydia, by giving her a quick lesson about the pistol. Iain would have payed attention but he already knew everything about his pistol.

I don't want to fight close range... Sure, I'll stick with the team no matter what, but I will stay back and cover them from behind. Yes, I'll do that.
Iain was waiting for the others to leave.

Lydia rolled her eyes. She knew how to work a gun, and she was perfectly capable of defending herself. "Thanks. I'll just put it away." She threw the gun and the holster into her bag and walked past him to the awkward metal bridge. He followed behind her, making sure she was safe.

"I'm fine, really. I'm meant to be looking after you remember?"
He held back. Lydia and Jansen hadn't got on very well on the ship. After refusing to supply him with Painkillers several times she eventually caved in and fed his addiction, he was the last person on the boat she wanted to work with right now.

Carefully placing one foot after the other, and arms stretched for balance, Lydia eventually crossed the bridge. The opening must have been 10 or 20 storeys from the water, she could hear her footsteps echoing below. Behind her, crowds of people had gathered on the ship's deck. Some waving, some crying. Just like that fateful maiden voyage, before the city was plunged into a watery grave.

From her arrogant smirk and the way she casually flung the weapon into her bag, Jansen could tell she had barely listened to him. He followed after her carefully until she fixed him with a glare and a snide comment. Fine, maybe she'll get the lesson after a few near-death experiences.

The metal bridge was about twenty feet across and two or three feet wide, nothing that could spook the blackfoot warrior he now resembled. Wilhelm was already across the bridge and giving the all-clear and Lydia was crossing next, her arms stretched wide for balance. Afraid of heights. In the back of his mind, he recalled one of his fathers favorite expressions.

"Its not the height you should fear, its the fall." He murmured to himself.

Noticing that Ian, Keith, and Doc were still checking their weapons, he decided it was his turn next. Jansen just slipped open the safety catch on his shotgun and started walking along, perfectly calm. He had no idea what was up ahead, he didnt know if they would find supplies, and he didnt even know if he would survive. But what he did know was that he was at least thirty feet above the waters surface and that the wind felt nice as it whipped his ashen hair this way and that. Whatever happened next could come later.

As he made it across the bridge he checked to see if the other were coming.A few of them were saying goodbyes or packing extra ammo. Pre-fight anxiety. As they finished up and started crossing, he came up next to wilhelm."

"So, whats the plan, boss?"

He accented the term "Boss" with the slightest bit of sarcasm, as both men knew that either one of them could have been made leader of the expedition, and that if Jansen had accepted to be co-leader, the personality confict would have assuredly lead to the deaths of the entire team.

"Are we aiming to get to a specific location or are we just going to scout it out and see what we can find? Either way is fine with me."

Keith was just waking up when he heard the announcement on the speakers. "Argh, time to leave already. I just woke up." He thought.He groggily stepped onto the deck of the ship and saw a few of the people the captain called there. The place was fairly quiet for it to have so much people. Then the Captain stepped up and everyone was silent. He began his speech but that wasn't what Keith was paying attention to. He could se land off the side of the ship. The last time he saw that was when his parents died, but this time he wasn't feeling sad. This time he felt a mixed feeling of happiness and worry. Happiness because he would finally be able to touch land again and worry because there would be danger around every corner. Otherwise they wouldn't be needing guns.

Once Keith actually turned back to face the captain he was done with his speech. The captain came up to him and shook his hand and then continued along to the rest of the people around him. Keith looked around and saw Jansen trying to teach Lydia how to use a gun though she looked as if she could care less at what he was saying. That's when Keith reached down and touched his own gun. He only had a few clips and the rest of his stuff were tools he had gotten from the ships storage after the captain's first speech.

The ship had now landed. Everyone was crossing over it while Keith just stood back waiting. He saw how Lydia crossed the bridge, arms stretched out, and chuckled. Once everyone had crossed he stepped onto the metal bridge. He casually crossed it and turned back to look at the ship one last time. The ship he had spent ten years of his life on. He turned back and stepped next to Wilhelm and Jansen. "Where are we going first. Actually how are we getting out of this building.

((OOC: Sorry about not posting as much as I should. I've been sleeping through the day because of school And by the way, I'll draw up a map that'll make things about the city more clear, such as districts. Last, everyone here is supposed to know this place because they spent their childhood there.))

Wilhelm watched his group members walk across the bridge, and then as Jansen came up to his side;

"So, what's the plan, boss?" Jansen said.

"Boss?" Wilhelm asked, "I wouldn't say boss, this is completely a team effort, y'know. But I'd say first thing we do is get into the more shallow parts of the city; and head to the Market District while we're at it. There, we'll look for food for ourselves and the ship. After that; I'll change the plan to someone else. You first, because you seem like you know how to fight. Sound fair?"

Wilhelm motioned for the rest of his team to cross the bridge, and then did so himself. The broken window led into a small office room; the overall damage was nothing severe. Tossed over desks and chairs, papers covering the room. The place stunk of death, but there were no corpses or bones in sight.

He walked around to a shut door, and kicked it open after struggling with the knob. In the hallway, he heard something scurry away, the sound was followed by a loud bang. Like something had fallen. Wilhelm frowned, and pulled out his pistol.

Using some hand gestures, he ordered the group to follow him. The first door looked like it had been smashed through, and Wilhelm looked into the room. What looked like an extremely skinny man was huddled over in the corner, cowering from something. It had a growth on it's back, arms, and legs. It slightly resembled a fin.

Slowly approaching it, Wilhelm looked back to his team. Some had a look of concern on their faces. He tapped the man on the shoulder, and it slowly turned it's head.

The man was breathing very hard, and with every breath something opened on the side of his neck.

"Are you okay, sir?" Wilhelm kindly asked.

The thing screeched, and pushed Wilhelm back. He responded with his gun, shooting a round into it's leg. The man jumped through the window, and splashed down into the water.

Wilhelm looked through the window, and saw it quickly swim away; a trail of blood was left in the water behind it.

Jansen followed closely after Wilhelm, shotgun in hand, and the others followed suit. Their leader kicked out a door and approached some sort of mutated human, a little like the ones that had appeared after the first war. Except instead of having a burned look, it appeared...slimy.

It had sallow, pale blue skin and a pair of small fins protuding from its back. Wilhem gave a signal for silence and approached the thing, tapping it on the shoulder and greeting it. Instead of words, it responded with garbled shriek and took a round in the thigh from Wilhelms Kimber in response. It growed in pain and dived for a window, moving awkwardly as if its mody was no longer meant for walking.

Just as it broke through the glass, Jansen leaned out of the windowsill and fired a spray of buckshot at it. Most of the pellets overshot it and harmlessly struck the waters surface, but a few pellets caught the creature in the spine mid-dive before it broke the surface.

Apparently wounded, it swam off at a speed not humanly possiblr, leaving a crimson trail of blood in the murk. He pumped the shotgun and propped it over his shoulder.

"Okay, since this is a tram effort, I call command over tactics. Its what I know best. That settled, I say we fan out and clear this building.Make sure their arent any more of those....things.Stay sharp and if you arent planning on using deadly force, stay here.We just saw that trying to talk to them is about as useful as shooting empty brass."

"What the hell... How is that possible?"
Being able to swim that fast, while wounded is impossible! Iain made sure his Repeater was loaded and held it close to him, he was a little frightened, the man had given him a fright. But to see a person like that stick thin looked sick.
The office was not very well lit so it was difficult to spot anything lurking.
Iain said, "Jansen is right, we'd better spread out and search the area."

He realised that the building was confined a little, so it would be difficult to use the Repeater, he took out his pistol and aimed with both hands whilst walking. Iain wished there was some light, the darkness was getting to him. He walked down a small corridor and opened a door at the right, it was filled with desks with computers on them, ruined of course. Nothing was there so Iain opened the door at the left of the corridor, it was a bathroom, mens room seeing as it had urinals. He decided to check the cubicles, in case anything was in there. There were four cubicles joined together, so Iain kicked in the first door and quickly aimed his pistol, it was empty. He moved to the second cubicle then kicked it, a skeleton was inside which gave him the jitters. Iain then moved to the third cubicle and booted it open, a book was inside, looked like a diary so Iain took it. Then finally he moved to the last cubicle door and slammed it open. Nothing.

As Iain began to leave the room he noticed a dark figure dash down the corridor, he quickly ran out the bathroom and checked the corridor. it was gone of course.
Probably just one of the team members...

Ian was the first one to rush down the corridor, abandoning the farther range repeater for his .45 Pistol. Jansen lost sight of him down the hallway and walked towards the door, ussuing orders to individual team members.

"Keith, take the other side of corridor. Either Doc or Wilhelm will have to stick with Lydia.If any of you see any more of those Fishmen, signal with a shot or a shout and one of us will come running."

Not bothering to see if anyone was following his orders, he took the left side of the hallway Ian had already taken. He could hear doors banging open in in one of the bathrooms, but no shots or screams, so He assumed Ian hadnt found anyone. Shotgun held one-handed at the waist, he u]opened the first door on his left.

The room was small, probably a mid-level management office. There was a desk with a computer and a printer, a filing cabinet against one wall, and a print of what looked like a Picasso painting. On one corner of the desk, a lamp was flickering on and off. So either this building has a generator that hasnt quite failed out yet, or the cities power grid is still up to some degree. That was a plus, because it meant he could see what he could find on the computer.

With a quick and thourogh sweep to make sure there were no doors that could yield unexpected visitors, Jansen set to work scavving. The filing cabinet contained nothing but,of course, meaningless files, but the desk drawers yielded a few pencils, some cash, and a map of the building. Jackpot.

Jansen quickly checked the map against where they had come in. They were on the third floor of a five story building, and the level they were on was mostly management, as he had assumed. Quickly folding the map and sticking it in the outer pocket of his satchel bag, he checked the computer.

Jansen wasnt much of a tech person, but he knew enough about computers to acess the main files.There were two headings that stood out among the product info and productivity charts. One read Personal Log another was merely Open Safe. Jansen clicked the first one and it opened some sort of text document.

The first heading was December 30th, 2605. The day before the bombs dropped. interested, Jansen read on.

This message is a warning to all that come after me, if anyone does come after me. The world is ending again, everyone knows it. China is about to attack, the Russians are getting edgy, and America, the so-called "Land of the free" is building warheads a hundred a day and working workers to the bone to type out launch sequences and lgistics info. But this time, there are no vaults to protect us. But there is a place where you may be safe, or of you are rading this after the bombs drop, a place where you could find survivors...this place is called.

It cut off there, the words replaced with DATA REMOVED BY SUPERVISOR.

"Damnit" Jansen muttered to himself. "Looks like we'll hsve to do this the hard way."

Exiting to main files, he hit the Open Safe link, he had seen plenty of movies as a kid, so it was entirely expected when the picasso print swung out to reveal a small safe built into the wall. Jansen walked over to it and pulled the handle, and the door opened with the hiss of decompressed air.

The safe was deeper than he thought, and upon opening, it revealed a compact med kit and a pile of old letters with words crossed out,circled, or scribbed over in red ink. Next to the kit was what looked like an assault rifle dust case, sadly without the assault rifle. This guy must have been some sort of conspiricy theorist.

Jansen snatched up the med kit and walked back out of the room, into the hallway, cutting a large "X" into the front of the door with his knife to mark that it had already been searched.

Lydia strided down a corridor, admiring the architecture. She hated to admit it, but Lydia hated the dark. Fortunately Wilheim had a torch, so she didn't have to break down quite yet. Wilheim exited another office and locked the door. That way they knew it was searched.

"Anything?" Lydia muttered sarcastically. She'd wanted to escape the monotomy of her life on this ship, but not like this.

"A few stimpaks. Let's see the next office eh?" He replied just before slipping into another room.
Lydia wasn't scared of these creatures the slightest. She was intrigued though, how many other species had evolved here? She didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for them. As far as she was concerned they weren't human.
She was just about to wander down some stairs when Wilheim appeared from another doorway.

"Don't wander off now." He grinned before slipping into the last office.

Lydia could swear she heard talking down there, but those weren't human voices. They sounded like they were drowning, which was impossible. Wasn't it?

((OOC: Remember, don't just leave it up to me for story progression. The only thing that I'm really taking control of will be the ending! And hopefully, that wont be for a while ))

Wilhelm checked out the last office on the floor, only to find another First-Aid Kit. Inside was just some old Med-X needles, and a Stimpak. He sighed, and turned to Lydia.

"This place has nothing interesting in it. I was hoping for more excitement!" He joked.

He walked out the office, and shut the door behind him; but first locking it. He lifted the torch, to examine the walls of the building. It looked like something crudely drew arrows on the wall, with some sort of symbols above it. As if the people were organized, and came up with their own language. In fact, Wilhelm wouldn't have been surprised.

He noticed something in English written on the wall, but it was small and hard to read. He got closer, putting his face just a few inches from the writing; the torch was right next to his cheek. The light flickered, and then went out completely, leaving him and Lydia in the dark. Wilhelm quickly got away from the wall, and cursed.

A loud bang came from the other side, and Wilhelm frowned.

"I checked that room. It was clear..."

Jansen had seen lydia and wilhelm walking along the corridor when theyre torch went dark, and he quickly turned on the flashlight taped under the barrel of his shotgun and walked their direction, only to see the door they had just exited burst open to reveal three of the Fish-Man-Things.

Two of them rushed towards wilhelm and lydia, while the third jumped at Jansen.He quickly fired a spray from his shotgun, but the thing was too damn fast, practically dodging the spray of buckshot as it blew apart the door behind it. In seconds, it was on him. These things are f***ing fast.

Jansen tried to use the shotgun as a club to beat it off of him, but it had too tight a grip on him to have enough room to swing, so instead he tried pinning it to the wall, using the shotgun like a bar against its neck to esphyxiate(Strangle) it. Before he even got it against a wall he felt a stabbing pain in his chest. and looked down to see his torso sliced open by three claw marks.

"Lydia, Wilhelm, the [censored] things have claws like razors!" he shouted down the hallway, unable to assist or even see how his comrades were doing.

He was using the shotgun to hold it back, but it looked like it was trying to get its teeth around his throat. This is like something from an old horror movie. In a last ditch effort, Jansen dropped the shotgun and kicked at its groin, hoping that at least that part of the human anatomy had been retained. It had.

The mutie gave a pained groan and almost collapsed as jansen pulled his Nagant and fired two 7.62x.38 caliber rounds into the creatures skull, putting it out of its misery. Jansens ribs were on fire and he felt like he was going to collaps then and there. Those things might still be ttacking wilhelm and lydia.

With that thought, jansen rused down the hallway,revolver in hand. He had heard shots in the distance, so at least one of them was still fighting, but in his hurry he had left his shotgun, and ths his flashlight, behind. Whatever, the stray pellets could hit one of the others at this range anyway.

Jansen turned a corner and saw one of the fishmen lying in a pool of its own blood, with three bulletholes through its chest. Allways a good sign, but where are the others? Down the hallway, the shots had stopped, but that didnt mean anything. With an exasperated sigh, he ran farther down the corridor. They were further away then I thought...or maybe the blood loss is making me go slower than I think I am.

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