This is a fictional story-line with current dates and locations. This is a book I am writing in RL. I am posting bits and pieces here to help with writing the actual book. Any of the posts/characters you make here have the potential to be in the book. If you don't want your character in the book, just tell me. Lastly, if I do use your character(s), credit will be given where credit is due. Enjoy.
A strain of the bird flu has mutated and changed becoming airborne. The new strain has been called 'The Ravenous'. The Ravenous kills 85% of it's victims, infects 10%, and the remainaing 5% are the only 'immune' human beings left.
Victims experience pupil dialation and red eyes, along with intense rage. They can also hear and smell blood for quite a long distance. Including their hightened sense of smell and hearing, their sight is poor during the day, increased strength, and speed. The disease burns through the fat, firms the muscle, and each time they feed, they grow stronger. Those lucky enough to be immune are left fighting at the bribk of extinction. Those unlucky enough to be infected and not die become The Ravenous; A shell of their former self.
They seem to be sensitive to sunlight, but not harmed by it. Blood attracts them and they either kill, or feed upon their victim's flesh and blood till there is nothing there. Before there were just Immune Humans and The Ravenous, if you were bitten, it was almost certain you would become one. So, you had a choice, be given a gun to shoot yourself with, be shot, or be released into the packs of the Ravenous.
The 5% of people left in the Earth have set up pockets of civilization all over the world. New York is empty, aside from Samantha Ocampo. (To her knowlege)
All CS rules apply.
You must make/submit a short profile in your first post.
No one is super-human.
Your character must be Original.
Samantha is the only one that she knows can't be infected by bites or by air. (Subject to change.)
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Short-Story: (This is akin to the night of infection, or the past few months.)
August 16th, 2011 7:19 p.m.
The virus code-named "The Ravenous" had gone airborne. Army Rangers special unit 'Alpha Dogs' were stationed on the easternly end of New York City at the small base near the bay.
August 17th, 2011 12:35 a.m.
Alpha Dogs were dispatched into the city. Their mission was containment.
August 17th, 2011 1:00 a.m.
September 6th, 2011 8:22 p.m.
"Report, soldier." the Colonel ordered from his ship in the bay.
"Fifty-Percent civilian casualties, one in particular. Remarks: it was Rei-Rei." the radio-man called. Samantha's screaming and fighting were thick in the background. Her pained cries were filling the transmission room.
September 17th, 2011 6:00 a.m.
"Command, this is Platoon Sergeant Ocampo." she rang in.
"Go ahead Sergeant." HQ returned.
"Civilian casualties are untold. Thousands of Ravenous are unnumbered. I am the only survivor..." she ended, the static kicking off as HQ shut down their radios. They were abandoning her in New York City. She had no other way out, just a half-full stockpile of weaponry at the base, and enough food to last at longest 7 years (Not counting the good food. This was just MRE's.). Maybe less if anyone else ever did show up.
May 1st, 2012 11:00 a.m.
The ship left the bay all that time ago. All transmissions have ceased since then. No human contact has been received since last transmission.
Name: Samantha Ocampo (Eagle Eyes, or Sam)
Description: A female that started out with pale complexion before six years in the military. Now she is tanned, with blondish brown hair, has a careful demeanor, and is a lesbian. She stands around 5'6" and weights about 140 Lbs.
Short-Story: Samantha had just gotten back from leave to stay with her lover Rei-Rei before they both had to go back on tour. September 6th, 2011: Weeks after the initial infection, this particular date had tore her life apart. Rei-Rei was beaten, scratched, bitten, and viciously murdered to be turned into one of The Ravenous. As a reminder, she sings 'Three Little Birds by Bob Marley' occasionally, and keeps her lover's wedding ring on her dog-tag necklace. Now, she has formed up a resistance comprised of only herself at the abandoned Army Base toward the edge of town.
"If you can hear this, My name is Platoon Sergeant Sam Ocampo. I hail from the Army Rangers 'Alpha Dogs' unit. I can provide food, shelter, and most importantly, protection... Each day, when the sun is at it's highest in the sky, I will be waiting at the thirteenth dock at the bay near the naval boneyard. Look for the black smoke signal. I am airing this on all frequencies. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, go out at night. They hunt at night, and only go out in the day if they absolutely have to. If you need to leave your shelter , take any weapons and all sources of light. They are very sensitive to light, but can bare it for short amounts of time.
If someone, anyone... Is listening to this transmission...
You are the answer to infection...
This is Sam Ocampo."
It had been 9 months since her last contact with human life. Visions of her lover being bitten, pulled, and scratched at still haunted her. That night, her squad was telling her that it wasn't her female partner, but her own screams.
A tear fell as she was reminded of what happened...
She let out a tough sigh and used her shoulder to wipe her watery eyes. Her free hand came down to raise the wedding ring on the same necklace as her dog tags to her lips. Sam kissed it softly and began to sing as she drove down the desolate streets. "Don't worry... About a thing... Cause every little thing... Is gunna be all right..." her voice crackled to a stop.
The sun was completely overhead as she pulled to a stop at the thirteenth dock. Her Range Rover slowed to a rumble, and then shut off as she hit the recording again. It was blacked out, and covered with all sorts of lights. KC DayBrighters, brush guards, and it was lifted a few inches so she could get over obstacles too large for a car.
Her footsteps thudded against the concrete pier as she walked down to the end. A pile of black coal was sitting, soaked in gasoline. This was both a smoke-signal and when it rages on in the night, a decoy for the Ravenous. It kept them far away from her base so she wouldn't have to worry about them finding her there. Cawing birds over head gave her heart a jump start. With that, the iron sights of her M4A1 Tactical were even with the sound. Soon, she lowered the weapon. "I almost forgot... Animals are immune to the airborne strain..." she said, taking in a deep, careful breath. In a few moments, a lit match fell into the pile of charcoal. It erupted into flames, boiling a column of black smoke.
Sergeant Ocampo wore her old colors: Olive Drab t-shirt, Digital Camouflage pants, Army Issued boots (summer style), and a pair of intensely dark sunglasses that were resting on her head. Her free hand came up to lower the glasses over her eyes, protecting them from the bright sun-light. The woman's complexion was tanned, matching up with the camouflage better. Today, she even decided to wear her hair up in a pony tail. It was long, blondish-brown, and with her tanned features, she would look attractive; Aside from all the military wear.
The recording ceased as she brought the walkee talkee to her lips and started again. "Broadcasting from Dock 13. I have arrived today to bring you news. The Ravenous are growing smarter. If you are travelling during the day, don't drop your guard. They are beginning to use hard shadows (shadows from buildings) to migrate small distances and hunt during the day. The sunlight still harms their eyes, but they can endure it long enough to cover distance. I repeat: I offer you food, shelter, and security.
If anyone is out there... Please... You are not alone.
This is Sam Ocampo."