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[size=+2]"It started as rioting. But right from the beginning you knew this was different. Because it was happening in small villages, market towns. And then it wasn't on the TV any more. It was in the street outside. It was coming in through your windows. It was a virus. An infection. You didn't need a doctor to tell you that. It was the blood. It was something in the blood. By the time they tried to evacuate the cities it was already too late. Army blockades were overrun.
And that's when the exodus started."
- Selena, '28 Days Later'[/size]
Something is spreading.
Something in the blood.
All it takes is a cut, a scratch, a bit of infected blood on an open wound. Then you are gone, lost to mindless fury and sadistic rage as you suddenly attempt to murder anyone and everyone around you. You'll strangle your partner, murder your children, beat your best friend to death with your bare hands.
Britain is being overrun.
The numbers of the infected swell in the day since the infection began, seeping across the country at an unprecedented rate. The hastily-assembled blockades are being overrun. The violence is spreading to the cities.
London will be next.
And the only thing left to do will be to run or hide.
These are the final days of Great Britain.
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[size=+2]"It started as rioting. But right from the beginning you knew this was different. Because it was happening in small villages, market towns. And then it wasn't on the TV any more. It was in the street outside. It was coming in through your windows. It was a virus. An infection. You didn't need a doctor to tell you that. It was the blood. It was something in the blood. By the time they tried to evacuate the cities it was already too late. Army blockades were overrun.
And that's when the exodus started."
- Selena, '28 Days Later'[/size]
Something is spreading.
Something in the blood.
All it takes is a cut, a scratch, a bit of infected blood on an open wound. Then you are gone, lost to mindless fury and sadistic rage as you suddenly attempt to murder anyone and everyone around you. You'll strangle your partner, murder your children, beat your best friend to death with your bare hands.
Britain is being overrun.
The numbers of the infected swell in the day since the infection began, seeping across the country at an unprecedented rate. The hastily-assembled blockades are being overrun. The violence is spreading to the cities.
London will be next.
And the only thing left to do will be to run or hide.
These are the final days of Great Britain.
- This RP is set in London, just over 24 hours after the Rage virus was released; keep this in mind with your characters
- One character per person, please
- Try and keep up with the direction the game is being taken in by the GM/don't be a game-breaking fucktard
- This is a gritty horror story about the death of civilisation and the struggle for survival, not a zombie shoot 'em up; taking on the Infected is likely to get you killed
- These aren't slow, lurching zombies; these are fast, enraged freaks hell-bent on killing anyone who gets in their path
- This is set in the UK, so anyone with a firearm of any kind better have a damn good reason for it, and anyone who's somehow packing an assault rifle with reflex sights and enough ammunition to kill an army will be fed to the Infected
- Have fun, help craft a cool story
- The OOC can be found here; please keep any and all out of character chatter to that thread, and not this one