So I've been writing and planning for the first chapter of the upcoming event, and I need your input. To be honest, I don't know if my writing skills even compare to some of the writers we have in this roleplay, so I'm a little worried about this:
Chapter One: Journey - they travel to the so-called "zombie territory", which is a highly infested region, after receiving a mayday call from what seems to be a band of survivors stranded in these lands. The first task of this chapter will be to expand on a more personal level:
- For clans, each faction will produce a team consisting of a small group of people. The players can interact with each other and express their thoughts on the journey and who they're going with.
- For lone wolves, they will most likely self-para about the moment they receive the mayday signal and why they chose to venture into dangerous lands. They may also describe their encounters with other people along the way (para with other lone wolves, for example).
And then, the actual story begins when they reach the outskirts of the danger zone. There is an ocean of decayed bodies littering the streets, like a scene from a war movie, but the dead actually seem to stay, well, dead. And then the story plays along:
The smell is overwhelming; sickening and soaking into your clothes and deep into your curdling gut. You proceed with a sleeve securely pressed against your mouth and nostrils, though it fails to keep the rancid odor from making you retch. You cringe when you accidentally step on the remnants of a limb, scraping your shoe almost obsessively against the solid pavement.
Snaking between an ocean of corpses, you do not notice the gentle twitches, the subtle jerks and the bloodshot eyes snapping open and staring at your back, enticed by the freshness of your flesh.
The questions churn in your head, of why and when and how? It was all too surreal, too strange to be true even for someone who had once dismissively declared that they've "seen it all". Something did this, something stronger and far more powerful than the infection and its army, you surmised with fresh panic, crouching low to examine a decayed face buried under a grave of white snow. It was locked in an eternal snarl, lips ripped apart and receding to reveal rows of carried teeth. You stare into their opened eyes, wild and vicious even now, the dampness in your back cold and uncomfortable.
And then suddenly, their eyeballs snap to your direction, fierce and promising to kill. Taken aback, you stagger on your feet and reel backwards, but a rotten limb shoots forth from the snowy grave, capturing your ankle with deceptive strength. You crash to the ground, a flailing mess, heart hammering wildly in its cage as you reach for your weapon. What the fuck was going on?
And before you know it, a forest of raw-boned silhouettes, all tatters and abnormally sharp angles, quickly emerges behind you. Their guttural and throaty moans grow louder and the minutes tick away, as they inch closer and closer and closer.
- The groups have been separated into individuals and pairs. Choose one of the three possible twists:
[ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] - These will remain hidden, so the choice will be random. The pairings will be randomly generated, and those who get left out will go about individually (but there's a twist here, too). The pairs will agree to a number and then the action begins.
[ 1 ] You rush into the nearest building, a squat brick structure with bursts of faded out inscriptions marring the walls. Flurries storm through the shattered windows, settling on the strewn heaps of wood and metal inside. it's not secure enough to withhold the hungry masses outside.
[ 2 ] One of you has been incapacitated (not bitten) while fending off the sudden threat, while the other remains uninjured.
[ 3 ] You somehow manage to reach safety with all your digits intact, however, your most effective weapons were lost in the confusion. With the zombies flooding from every direction, you realize that despite the relative safety, there is no obvious way out. Looking around the space your currently inhabit, your frustrated gaze falls on a few items, and you wonder if they could aid you in your escape.
Individuals who choose the same number will be grouped together.
