User:Jallus
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Roleplaying Notice |
| Notice: This User or Group enjoys the RPG aspect of MMORPGs, the category of games that Urban Dead falls into. As such, there is probably quite a bit of roleplaying and/or creative writing on this page and in said User/Group's in-game actions. In other words, if you think the difference between IC and OOC is "One has an 'I' and the other has two 'O's," buzz off. |
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My history
"Well," he begins, nervously pulling at his shirt. "I don't really know where to begin. From the top, you'd think, but..." He notices the expecting faces all around.
"All right, I'll just say what's on my mind.
"A long time ago, I can remember watching some zombie movie. I was scared out my wits. Can you believe that? Now I'm actively searching out a group that EXISTS to go head to head with the things. But that's just how the stone rolls. Things have changed. But at the time..." He shivers, and grins. "The undead scared the living shit out of me."
"I ended up joining the army, hoping to go off and fight for Britain in Iraq. I thought I'd be fighting terrorists, shooting them down as they came running out... I never got there. I was too good in boot camp."
"I had two friends there. Well, not just two, but two stood out above the rest. One was Derek Piedmont, an American who came overseas, I think. He was the best marksman I'd ever seen, I saw him shoot a hundred shots and hit a 200 meter target every time. My speciality was demolition, blowing shit sky-high. Grenades, C4, rockets... I handled all that. I could shoot and bash too, but not nearly as well as the other two."
A spectator speaks up. "You said two. Who's the other one?"
Jallus flinches, but slowly relaxes in a sigh. "Alydya," he says, sadly. "She was the close combat. One of the few women in the Army serving up front. She had a thing for knives, and always had two in each hand. You know, beside the middle finger, between the other two. Like claws, I guess. Unusual girl... I guess that's why I liked her so much." He smiles weakly. "Despite the tough training, the hard drillmasters, I had to keep up with those two, just had to! I was the dependent one, then, the guy carrying the vulnerable stuff."
"Then, the three of us got pulled out. I thought we'd done something wrong. Turned out we'd done well. Too well."
"We were met in person by General Aaron." A few people in the room look up in recognition, but most give blank stares. "Seriously? You guys don't know who he is? General Aaron is the one behind the Quarentine. He's working with Necrotech, who I'm 99% sure started the whole bloody mess in the first place. He's an asshole addicted to power, who will do ANYTHING to become the leader of an army." He pauses. "Even nuking us." That gets more looks. "They had that planned, they explained. Understandably, the Parliament didn't approve. You need three generals to approve a nuking, I think. The others didn't agree or were dead. Assassinated."
"So, I got shoved onto a hastily formed task team that would go into the city and eliminate any remaining aboveground Necrotech Scientists. The rest had hid in bunkers underneath the city. We were parachuted in, and I... I'll never forget that first look of Malton. I'd been told that it was a terrorist attack, unleashing a rabies virus, like in that book series. But... I never expected zombies."
"I fell in a group of six. Derek was there, but Alydya... I saw her crash into the roof a mall, saw six zombies heading towards her. I'm sure she got away, she'd take all their throats out before they saw her move... I'm sure of it." He changes the subject quickly, blushing slightly. "Did you know that in the beginning, not all the dead rose back up? The ones who hadn't been near the dead yet and got shot, they stayed down. You had to be near them to be infected. The plague is bloodborne, airborne, touch-borne. It's in all of us, if we stand back up. You don't die. Life doesn't come back. Even the zombies are alive, in a twisted, horrible way."
"When I hit dirt, I saw this green gas rising up from a bunch of zeds. I freaked out and scrambled away, but Derek raised his SAW and fired off a clip, blowing away the first wave. Then some scared-ass trenchy took his head off with an ax, just for being there."
"Derek hadn't gotten the infection. He died, and stayed dead, while I breathed that shit in and damned myself."
"Now I'm here, searching out this group called The Fortress. They might be able to help me, help me find Alydya. She's got to be alive, y'know? Otherwise, what point is there for me to even try?"
