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Old 02-09-2009, 07:01 PM
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Default *~Left 4 Dead RP [SU]*~

Prelude for Left 4 Dead

Zoey scanned the radio, trying to find a station that would work. Her favorite station had cut out to static a few minutes ago, and now she was realizing that all the stations were out.

"The antennae is probably broken, sweet heart," her mother offered from the driver's seat next to her. "We'll have your father get it looked at when we get back home."

"Is he coming?" the girl asked, though already knowing the answer. Zoey's father, Edward Moretti, was a very successful man. He owned a construction company which held a very high reputation and was always getting contracts with some of the biggest companies in the city. But, as with most successful men, her father rarely had free time. He wasn't a bad father, though. He made time to spend with his daughter, and to make up for the time he couldn't spend with her, he would bathe her in gifts. Most would consider Zoey spoiled, but the girl would never ask for the gifts. They were more to ease her father's guilt than to pamper the girl.

"I told him to try his hardest," her mother said. "I know your father, he'll make it if he can." Zoey just sighed, not surprised by the answer. She stopped trying to find a working radio station, and turned to look out her window. She watched the buildings pass by as they drove through the city in which she had lived all her life. They were almost to her highschool, which was located near the center of the city. Her mother had ushered her into the car worrying that traffic would cause them to be late, but so far the roads had been eerily void of vehicles. Zoey paid that notion no more attention, however, for her mother's cell phone went off just then.

"It's your father," her mother said as she opened the mobile phone. Zoey sighed, guessing that her father was about to tell them that he wouldn't be able to make it. She turned her gaze back out the window, expecting her mother to hand her the phone any minute so that her father could apologize himself.

"Ed? What are you saying?" Zoey heard. She turned back, seeing a look upon her mother's face somewhere between worry and confusion. "Honey, I don't understand. Are you alright? What's all of that yelling? Why would we go to my mother's?"

Zoey's brow crinkled in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Ed? Are you there?"

Her mother propped the phone to her ear with her shoulder, most likely to prepare to navigate the traffic up ahead about a block away that Zoey noticed out of the corner of her eye. She was looking at her mother, trying to decipher what was going on. She feared her father had been in an accident at some site he was overseeing. It had happened before, and her father had been in the hospital for four days after a crane lifting a pile of bricks had swung its load a bit too fast, catching her father's head as he walked by.

"Mom, what's wrong with—"

Suddenly, her mother gasped and swerved the car, causing Zoey to be thrown up against her door. Zoey looked out her window just in time to see a van slam into a display window of a retail store, the same car that had nearly smashed into the front of their car. The girl realized then that her mother had lost control of the car and was fighting to get the vehicle back onto the road, for they had been forced onto the walkway when her mother had swerved to avoid the out of control van. People were diving out of the way of the car, screaming all the while.

"Mom, look out!"

Too late.

They had entered an intersection, and Zoey's mother saw the oncoming delivery truck too late. It smashed into the driver's side of the car, and all Zoey saw after that was flying glass and dizzying blurs. Everything seemed to slow down as they were pushed by the truck, sparks flying everywhere. It seemed like it took years for everything to slow to a stop, and Zoey tried to focus her thoughts. Everything still seemed to be in slow motion. She looked down at her bloodied legs, and feared that they had been crushed. After a quick inspection, she realized they were only bruised and scrapped. The blood wasn't even hers, she realized to her horror. It was her mother's.

"Oh my God. No, no, no!" she screamed, seeing her mother slumped over the middle compartment of the front seat, her forehead resting upon Zoey's left thigh. "Please, God. No!"

The girl began to sob as she shook her mother's shoulder, hoping against all hope that her mother would be ok. She screamed out for help, looking for anyone nearby. But she realized then that her scream was drowned out by the screaming of those around her. Dozens of people scrambled every which way, seemingly oblivious to the wreckage. A woman sprinted by Zoey's window, bloodied and screaming, taking no notice of the girl. A man ran the other way, wide-eyed and terror stricken. He held a baseball bat, which was gory at one end. Another man came stumbling out of a department store on Zoey's side of the street, the side of his head covered in blood.

"Help, please!" the girl cried to the man. He looked at her blankly, seemingly confused. Zoey continued to sob. "Please....m–my mother, she's.—"

Just then, two other men came rushing out of the department store that the first man with the head wound had come out of. Zoey watched in confusion and terror as the two men tackled the confused man. The three bodies fell to the ground in a heap of flailing limbs. One of the men who had rushed out of the store began pummeling the tackled man with his fists while the other man bit into his forearm. The assaulted man cried out in agony, screaming for help. Zoey couldn't think straight at that moment, couldn't comprehend what was happening. Two more people came running out of the department store, this time a man and a woman. The woman let out a blood-curdling screech and joined in the violent frenzy, stomping wildly at the now limp body on the ground.

Zoey couldn't imagine feeling anymore horrified at that moment as she watched the three people beat and rip at the man on the ground until she noticed that the fourth who had exited the department store had spotted her. At that moment, the girl could make out the man's features as the two stared at each other. His face was dark and gray, as if he was ill. His eyes were milky white and pupil-less. The clothes that he wore were tattered and bloody, as were his hands. The man let out an unearthly shriek and sprinted towards Zoey like a demon from hell. She kept enough wits about her to unlock her seatbelt and scramble to get as far away from her window as possible. The man slammed into the car door with wild abandon and began reaching for the girl, snarling all the while. Zoey whimpered and did her best to kick at those gory hands, but she was too slow and the man was too determined. The man got a hold of the cuff of her jeans and held on violently against Zoey's flailing. She screamed for help, feeling as if she should be waking up from this nightmare by now.

The man began to pull her from the car....
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Old 02-09-2009, 07:02 PM
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Bill reached the front door of the bar first, with Francis coming out behind him. They both immediately knew where the crash had come from when they saw the shattered front window of a closed down restaurant across the street. There was a car halfway through the shattered window, and the two men could make out the silhouettes of two people in the front seat. The people in the car appeared to be fighting or struggling with each other, and the screaming was coming from within the car.

Thinking someone to be badly hurt within the car, Bill and Francis rushed to it, approaching the passenger side window. Bill reached the door first, and opened it. There was a man in the passenger seat who was leaning over into the drivers seat, straining against his seat belt to reach the woman who had been driving the car. The woman was screaming and trying to fend off the man, who was obviously trying to bring harm to her. It only took Bill a few moments to determine what needed to be done, and he began to pull the man off of the woman and out of the car.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he said as he managed to face the man towards him. Bill's eyes widened when he saw the man's face; pale gray with pupil-less eyes. Without warning, the man let out a primal snarl and launched himself at Bill, the safety belt snapping under the strain. The old veteran was brought down to the ground under the man's sudden attack, and only just managed to grab a hold of both of his attacker's wrists before the man began flailing wildly, obviously trying to pummel him.

"Hey!" Francis roared, and he slammed his fist into the back of the man's head. Undaunted, the enraged man began snapping at Bill's face, bloodied drool running from his mouth.

"Get the hell off of me!" Bill cried, struggling to free himself. Francis landed another heavy blow, and when he saw that it again had no affect, he growled and turned back to the bar.

"Hang in there, Bill!" he said, running back into the bar and going behind the counter. He came back out with a baseball bat that had been hidden behind the bar counter.

"I'm warning you, *******, I will beat your skull in!" he threatened. The man didn't seem to notice and just continued his frenzied attempts to get at Bills face with his fists and teeth.

"Aw, just hit the prick!" Bill cried.

Crack!

After a few confusing moments, Bill realized that his attacker was no longer trying to get at him. The veteran quickly flung the man to the side and scrambled to his feet. Francis stood with the bloodied bat in his hand at his side, staring at the body of the man he had just killed. A pool of blood began flowing from underneath the corpse's head. Looking at the body on the ground and the bat in his hand, Francis couldn't help but to feel guilty. He'd committed crimes before and had done time for some of them, but he'd never killed another man before.

"Thank you," Bill said, his breathing still quick due to the rush of adrenaline.

"I killed him..." Francis said, staring still.

"You did what you had to. Trust me, he would've killed me."

The burlier man knew that his friend spoke the truth, but he couldn't shake the guilt. The two men then remembered that the woman they had just saved was still in the car. Bill walked back to the passenger side and peered into the car, seeing that the woman was sobbing with her forehead propped up against the steering wheel.

"Are you hurt?" he asked gently. The woman appeared the be middle aged and had blond hair that was now matted to the side of her head with blood. The veteran assumed the injury was from the car crash. He also noticed that she was cradling her left arm with her right hand. "Is your arm broken?"

She didn't answer, only continued sobbing. Bill stood and gave Francis a plaintive look and shrug. More to get his mind off of his guilt, Francis walked around the car to the driver's side window, which was shattered from the crash.

"Miss, we need to get you to the hospital," he said, his voice a bit more gruff than that of Bill's.

"Just leave me alone," the woman whimpered. It was Francis's turn to give his friend a shrug. Bill looked around for something to help the situation, but besides the hissing noise coming from the wrecked car's front end, there was nothing but silence and empty streets and buildings all around them.

"Francis, is there a medical kit in the bar?" he asked. Francis nodded, and began walking towards the bar again. Following, Bill added: "We should call the police too."

A few minutes later, Bill slammed the phone back into its cradle, frustrated.

"911 is giving me a busy signal every time I try," he explained to Francis, who had returned from the back of the bar with a small medical box full of band-aids and gauze.

"Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?" the burly man asked, just as exasperated as his companion. Bill shook his head, having no answer. He was getting a bad feeling about all of this. The T.V. going out, all the phone lines busy, and the eerily empty streets seemed to foretell of something horrible, but the old veteran couldn't figure out what.

Or if he even wanted to know.

"We might as well patch her up as best we can," Bill said. "Let's bring her in here and get her cleaned up and comfortable until we can get a damn ambulance over here."

Francis nodded, thinking anything was better than just standing around. As the man began heading towards the front door of the bar, however, he heard sirens. Bill heard it too and both of them stepped back outside to see what was going on. As soon as they looked down the street, a squad car came tearing around a street corner, nearly skidding out of control as it turned onto the street that Bill and Francis were on. At first, both of the men figured that someone had heard or seen the crash and following struggle and had called the police. But after the police car sped right past them and the wreckage across the street from them without slowing a bit, they knew something wasn't right.

The squad car continued down the street and was soon out of site as it took a left a couple of blocks down, running a red light. Both men stared after it in confusion, but before either on could mouth any kind of speculation, they both heard something.

At first, it was quiet and sounded like the distant cheering heard in a football stadium. It increased in volume, however, and soon they understood that it was no cheering. A cacophony of shrill shrieks and eery growls came from all around the two men, and they soon saw the source.

Coming around the same corner that the patrol car had come from, a mob of frenzied people sprinted with wild abandon in their direction. Some were bloodied and some were not, but all had the tell-tale pasty, grey complexion as well as the pupil-less eyes. Bill had to remind himself to take a breath, and it took him many moments to tear his eyes from the horrifying spectacle.

"Get inside!" Francis was screaming over the noise, already holding open the front door of the bar and apparently had been calling to Bill for a little bit now. The veteran realized that they had been spotted by the mob who was now veering in their direction, only about 100 feet away.

The two men darted inside the bar. Francis locked the door while Bill ran to the back of the building. The mob slammed into the front door one after another without any consideration for each other's safety, as if their very existence was to get at the two men inside the establishment and tear them apart. Soon, nothing of the street or sidewalk right outside of the windows could be seen due to the mass of bodies slamming their fists into the glass and slobbering like wild dogs. Francis doubted it would hold more than a few seconds.

"Out this way! Hurry!" he heard Bill cry from the back of the bar. Francis turned and ran, hearing one of the windows shatter, allowing the snarling mob entry. Holding the back door open, Bill ushered his friend through and quickly followed, slamming the door closed just as two of the crazed monsters rammed into it.

They were in an alleyway, the spine-tingling shrieks of the mob still drowning out any other sound. The two men had no time to catch their breath, however, for the door they had just closed was knocked of its hinges and hung awkwardly in the doorway as their frenzied pursuers began pouring out.

"Run!" Francis cried, following his own command and taking off down the alley towards its only opening. Bill was fast on his heels, and the infected were fast on Bill's.
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Old 02-09-2009, 07:03 PM
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Default Re: Left 4 Dead RP [SU] r-13 for horror and violence

The Infected


Boomer
The Boomer is an obese methane-filled boss infected covered with boils whose main form of attack is projectile vomit, but also explodes when shot.

The Boomer's vomit is released in one large attack, and in the right circumstances can hit more than one target. The vomit obscures the vision of its victims, and also acts as a pheromone to both existing infected, and causes more to be spawned and attack the victims. This attack has a cooldown.


Smoker
The Smoker is an average sized boss infected covered in growths and boils and has a fifty foot long tongue as its primary weapon. He also releases clouds of smoke.

The Smoker's tongue is fired at the head of a Survivor and wraps around their neck. The Smoker can choke its victim from above by hanging them from its tongue. A choking Survivor is unable to move or attack until another Survivor rescues them. During its tongue attack, the Smoker is helpless, even if it misses. This attack has a cooldown.


Hunter
The Hunter is a normal looking infected that wears a dark, hooded sweatshirt and leaps from the shadows upon unsuspecting Survivors to maul them.

The Hunter is able to pounce great distances to land upon the Survivors and proceed to shred their flesh from bone. In order to do this attack, the Hunter must crouch or crawl until the pounce is charged up. The Survivor is held helpless and the Hunter cannot end this attack until the Survivor is killed or the Hunter is knocked off. The Hunter may also use this leap to barrel into a Survivor and knock them backwards, possibly off of a ledge. This attack has no cooldown.

Witch

The Witch will not move until she has become aware of the Survivors. Until this time, she will lay on the ground, moaning. It is possible for the Survivors to sneak by without alerting the Witch, if they move slowly and quietly.

If the Witch is alerted, she will run quickly towards the Survivors. She has a lot of health and is very quick.

The Witch will not move until she has become aware of the Survivors. Until this time, she will lay on the ground, moaning. It is possible for the Survivors to sneak by without alerting the Witch, if they move slowly and quietly.

If the Witch is alerted, she will run quickly towards the Survivors. She has a lot of health and is very quick.



Survivors

The survivors are the people who have not been infected, they are just ordinary people with no special powers but they have a large arsenal of weapons. The infected will attack them and will try to get to them no matter what. The survivors job is to get to the nearest safe house and stick together as a team and work cooperatively.



Infected SU
The infected have no names, but if they did, then it would be something like 'Grawlgghblehfrshh' or 'Uhhhhhhhhh....'
Infected age: (16+)
Infected class: (Boomer, smoker, Hunter or Witch)



Survivor SU
Name:
Age:
Favorite weapons: (You get automatically get this weapon once you start RPing)
Personality:
Appearance:
History:
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