Wistuffly INC. Presents, Breathing Again

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A most welcoming welcome to you all, boils and ghouls. Today, I bring you another lovely game to play. However, it is not like my previous games, found here. No no ladies and gentlemen, this will be a much darker tale. You are familiar with the term, "Zombie" yes? Those who were once alive, turned dead and back again to eat people? That's what this whole thing is going to be about. An undead RPG. I've decided to create this as I lack things to do. But let us shamble on to the actual game.

So, as stated, this a zombie game. It plays just like my other game, post by post. I cannot release too many details, as it would spoil some parts of the game. You will be a (most likely temporary) survivor of the apocalypse. Scavenging for supplies, forms of defense against the dead, other survivors, and all in all salvation. This will not be an easy task by any stretch of the imagination, and you will most likely die a few times. Now, you don't get booted out of the topic for dying, as it will most likely be very common. Instead, each and every time you die, you create a new character. These characters don't differ a whole lot, as you have minor influence on what your character may be. You could say your character was a cop before the zombie outbreak, but elephant people from Mars are shunned upon.

Now, in the pursuit of keeping things brief, let us begin playing the game, alright? You may begin with viewing your current surroundings. But remember those few who dare brave this tale. You are never alone.

((If you have any questions or suggestions, do say so! Thanks for playing.))

>"........" Flip to a different channel.

Estrios) That is the different channels.

Maybe it has something to do with those cultists?
I'm going to go up to the first person I see that's nearby and ask him what's going on (of course, being careful just in case it turns out to be a cultist that wants to kidnap me and sacrifice me or something.)

> Take most of the food, water and med supplies, the most useful utilities(that will fit)... one blanket and few clothes....(basically try and carry as much as possible |D)

> Hide whatever's left under the seats in the locked car.

Well that's probably not a very good sign.

>Turn on the radio.

Ant) You walk up the nearest person, or in this case family of six. A mother and a father, two daughters, and two sons to be exact. You ask what's up, and they respond with, "We don't really know. The entire city is being evacuated. You should be doing the same." With that, they continue on their way.

Jayers) You carry as much as you can without being unable to walk. The other half you stuff in the locked car. You get some honks from the cars behind you, as your unattended car is holding up the line. Where do you walk to?

Estrios) "EMERGENCY. PROCEED TO THE "VANCOUVER" AREA IMMEDIATELY. STOP. EMERGENCY. PROCEED TO THE "VANCOUVER" AREA..."

> Start walking Vancouver direction I guess. If I hit any bike shops on the way totes borrow one.

>See if I can call someone to ask them what's going on.

The city's being evacuated? STUPID CULTISTS!
I bash my head against a-
Wait. No, wrong RP.
I shall look for an official such as a police officer (I'm not trusting the army) and ask him what's going on. Again, carefully.

Jayers) You begin walking Vacouver wards. Bike shops are lacking along the way, but you aren't alone in the walk. Ahead of you seems to be a group of four people, and a couple individuals behind you. As you get to the town limits, you ponder if you should join up with one of these groups. Would you like to join a group, or walk alone?

Note: If you do choose to go alone, I will not ask you again to join any groups. You will always be able to ask anybody near you to join your party, unless something happens to them.

Estrios) You walk out of your home, looking for someone who might have knowledge on the evacuation. You spot a police officer and a man sporting a hunting rifle over his shoulder speaking with him. You listen in on the conversation. "The town is being evacuated, as you can see, sir. I suggest you do so very quickly. Just stay calm, and follow every one else. Officers will be escorting everyone to the Vancouver area,"

Ant) Bad Ant. No nails in your head. Not yet. You wander over to one of the police offers guiding people along, and ask him what's up. "The town is being evacuated, as you can see, sir. I suggest you do so very quickly. Just stay calm, and follow every one else. Officers will be escorting everyone to the Vancouver area," he says, pointing down to the sparsely scattered officers down the sidewalk and in the crowd. They're speaking to the mob of people through megaphones.

> Join a group.
There's always something comforting about being with other people. Clara wonders which group to head for and chooses the group of four.

>Walk up to the two people and ask the officer why everyone needs to go to Vancouver.

Jayers) You walk up to the group of four, and ask to join them. One of them, a fair haired boy who seems to be the "leader" says it would be fantastic to have another group member. At the very least until you all make it to Vancouver. He introduces you to his three other friends, two male, one female.

In order, there is Davis the leader. He is currently fair haired, wearing a grey hoodie and dark jeans. Jarrod has jet black hair, a green ball cap, a stripped T-shirt and some cargo shorts. Tyrone is the third male, with a bald head. A black T-shirt and light jeans occupy his torso and legs. The girl is called Larissa, with brown hair held back in a pony tail. She wears a green long sleeved shirt and some brown pants.

Estrios) You walk up to the officer and the hunter. After asking the question, the officer replies with, "I'm sorry sir, but I can not answer that. But it is certainly dangerous, and you need to leave right now."

> Clara introduces herself to the group and asks if they know anything about why everyone is being evacuated to Vancouver in the first place.

"And why, exactly, do we have to evacuate this place? What, did evil cultists mess with the water supply or something?"
Regardless of my misgivings, I join the crowd as the officer says. Keeping a hand close to my hunting knife, of course.