Post by chelsea on Mar 22, 2008 23:34:04 GMT
*The following is a true in-game story. If you are near me, then for the love of Mike, SAVE ME!!!*
My Story: "I Just Wanted to Make a Difference..."
My name is Chelsea Lang and I was a scientist for NecroTech working at the Cater Building in Dunningwood. Since I knew I probably wouldn't have a chance to get into another NT facility for a long time - being that I was new and lacked the ability to get past the heavily barricades - I decided to snap up as many revivication syringes as I could. Using all my AP I managed stockpile 20 NecroTech syringes for future use. I thought I was safe; sure the zeds took down the barricades a few times, killed a couple people - I have one particularly vivid memory of someone being dragged out into the street by a zombie, after which we caded up, leaving that poor soul to the mercy of the undead. But still, I wasn't too worried; I rested up.
I woke up only to find that I was dead. Everyone else was dead too. I think a few might have escaped, but I can't be sure. I hope so. The Cater Building was now home to a mob of 10 zombies, and I was one of them. I didn't really know where to go, where a revive point would be, so I made my way north to find a more human friendly area. I made it as far as the southern edge of Dulston, when I was too tired to go on. Even the undead need rest it seems, though I was wary and afraid of everyone and everything around me.
I stopped in front of a police department (What was I thinking?!) and I Mrh?'ed most piteousy to show I was of no harm. The response? A bullet to the chest! ...and again! As soon as I could, I moved my zombie bum one block over...only to be assaulted again, this time by a misguided survivor with an axe! Fortunately, and to my surprise, a kinder, more informed scientist revivicated me. How soon I had back from dead! I had feared I'd "live" zombified for long time, maybe forever, forever wandering the streets as a walking irony: a lone zombie carrying a mass quantity the life-giving syringes, unable to use them, even on myself.
I wish I could remember the name of the one who brought me back so I can thank them. But then again, they might regret having helped me if they knew what I did next. You see, I was so excited by my second chance at life, my newfound vigor, that, without any AP at all, I stood up. No ever told me you could have negative AP. For five and a half hours, I slept in the street, completely unprotected from the hordes of undead approaching Dulston as part of the Big Bash 2. Dunningwood was lost, Pescodside was coded Orange. All I could think was, "I am so dead. Again."
Imagine my surprise, then, when I awoke to find myself...still myself. I dusted off my dirty and blood-stained body and took a look around. Apparently, I had been extremely lucky. During the time I was vulnerable, a random zombah had spotted me. "Graaagh!" It let out a primal cry of hunger or anger, before coming for my helpless body. It lunged. It clawed. ...and again. But lo and behold, a miracle happened. Someone, an angel, fittingly named Angel of Fire, appeared and healed me up to full health, and also killed my zombie attacker. I had only one AP, but I was gratefully alive.
And that, my friends, is how I came to be standing in the middle of the street on the southside of Dulston in the midst of the Big Bash 2, surrounded by zombie hordes and only heavily barricaded buildings, with no EXP, no FAKs, no Skills, nothing, but still possessing 20 NecroTech syringes and a GPS unit. Will I make it? I don't know. Starting out, I'd just wanted to make a difference, you know? Help the human cause. Now I just want to survive long enough to not let those syringes go to waste.
-March 22, 2008. Chelsea Lang. Muirhead Avenue Railway Station [94, 9]. Moving W-SW.
My Story: "I Just Wanted to Make a Difference..."
My name is Chelsea Lang and I was a scientist for NecroTech working at the Cater Building in Dunningwood. Since I knew I probably wouldn't have a chance to get into another NT facility for a long time - being that I was new and lacked the ability to get past the heavily barricades - I decided to snap up as many revivication syringes as I could. Using all my AP I managed stockpile 20 NecroTech syringes for future use. I thought I was safe; sure the zeds took down the barricades a few times, killed a couple people - I have one particularly vivid memory of someone being dragged out into the street by a zombie, after which we caded up, leaving that poor soul to the mercy of the undead. But still, I wasn't too worried; I rested up.
I woke up only to find that I was dead. Everyone else was dead too. I think a few might have escaped, but I can't be sure. I hope so. The Cater Building was now home to a mob of 10 zombies, and I was one of them. I didn't really know where to go, where a revive point would be, so I made my way north to find a more human friendly area. I made it as far as the southern edge of Dulston, when I was too tired to go on. Even the undead need rest it seems, though I was wary and afraid of everyone and everything around me.
I stopped in front of a police department (What was I thinking?!) and I Mrh?'ed most piteousy to show I was of no harm. The response? A bullet to the chest! ...and again! As soon as I could, I moved my zombie bum one block over...only to be assaulted again, this time by a misguided survivor with an axe! Fortunately, and to my surprise, a kinder, more informed scientist revivicated me. How soon I had back from dead! I had feared I'd "live" zombified for long time, maybe forever, forever wandering the streets as a walking irony: a lone zombie carrying a mass quantity the life-giving syringes, unable to use them, even on myself.
I wish I could remember the name of the one who brought me back so I can thank them. But then again, they might regret having helped me if they knew what I did next. You see, I was so excited by my second chance at life, my newfound vigor, that, without any AP at all, I stood up. No ever told me you could have negative AP. For five and a half hours, I slept in the street, completely unprotected from the hordes of undead approaching Dulston as part of the Big Bash 2. Dunningwood was lost, Pescodside was coded Orange. All I could think was, "I am so dead. Again."
Imagine my surprise, then, when I awoke to find myself...still myself. I dusted off my dirty and blood-stained body and took a look around. Apparently, I had been extremely lucky. During the time I was vulnerable, a random zombah had spotted me. "Graaagh!" It let out a primal cry of hunger or anger, before coming for my helpless body. It lunged. It clawed. ...and again. But lo and behold, a miracle happened. Someone, an angel, fittingly named Angel of Fire, appeared and healed me up to full health, and also killed my zombie attacker. I had only one AP, but I was gratefully alive.
And that, my friends, is how I came to be standing in the middle of the street on the southside of Dulston in the midst of the Big Bash 2, surrounded by zombie hordes and only heavily barricaded buildings, with no EXP, no FAKs, no Skills, nothing, but still possessing 20 NecroTech syringes and a GPS unit. Will I make it? I don't know. Starting out, I'd just wanted to make a difference, you know? Help the human cause. Now I just want to survive long enough to not let those syringes go to waste.
-March 22, 2008. Chelsea Lang. Muirhead Avenue Railway Station [94, 9]. Moving W-SW.