Forum:Hard Rain

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Hard Rain
Hard Rain is another zombies role play, set in late 2010 following the outbreak of zombies throughout the eastern coast of the United States.

Quick guide to roleplays
Anyone may join if they have an account by signing in the "Participants" section.

You create your own characters, fill out some information abut them in the "Characters" section below, introduce them into the story, and post a new chapter (it doesn't need to be that long; usually a minimum of a few to several hundred characters) in response to whatever just happened in the story and wait for someone else to post a chapter of their own.

Before you know it, you have an awesome story that you and others helped to create. Booyah!

Plot summary
''A disease started appearing in New Jersey, New York and Rhode Island, and nearly all of its previous inhabitants appear to have just off and left. A few people have found they are immune to the disease and attempt to make their way to "safehouses" along the way, separated only by the infected. Their ultimate goal is to get to Chicago, one of the few places in the Central U.S. confirmed to not been hit by the infection. What the survivors will find along the way will be everything from mutations of the Infection to something nobody expects.''

Rules

 * Respect other users' requests as to whether or not their characters may be used.
 * Don't God-mod (to make something overpowered) your characters.
 * Post in context with previous chapters.
 * Mystery boxes, Ray Guns, points, power-ups and the like don't exist.
 * Don't ruin it for others.
 * Please remember that this is LOOSELY based off of Left 4 Dead 2, so behavior is the same as L4D2. Loud noises, flashlights, etc. will attract Infected. If there are any questions contact Cpl. Wilding.
 * Have fun, be creative, and try to have good grammar, okay?
 * Please use proper grammar and spelling when adding to a story. Failure to comply with this rule may result in being ejected from the roleplay.

Participants
Cpl. Wilding

User:Outlaw 2-5

KillerKing17

Sotalitefella

Rollersox

Toilet Bowl Soldier

Squelliot

Cpl. Wilding

 * Name: Jake Gaertner
 * Weapon(s): Dual Glock pistols, guitar
 * Bio: A laid-back, cool and calm musician, Jake was doing his best to scrounge up money before the Infection hit. Now, armed with two pistols he "borrowed" from an abandoned gun store and his trusty guitar, Jake now fights to survive.
 * Requirements to use: Only I can use him.


 * Name: Joshua O'Connor
 * Weapon(s): Ruger Mini-30 hunting rifle
 * Bio: An Australian visiting the U.S, Joshua quickly found he was immune to the disease. Thankfully, he didn't need to rob a gun store to have a gun: he brought his Mini-30 with him to do some hunting. Now he'll be doing plenty of hunting: of the Infected, that is.
 * Requirements to use: Only I can use him.

Outlaw 2-5

 * Name: Jack Browne, aged 28
 * Weapon(s): Remington ACR w/ EOTECH 552, AN/PEQ/2, Magpul RVG foregrip; USP Compact w/extended magazine, undermounted laser
 * Bio: Australian contractor doing a security detail for the Pentagon takes a holiday, finds himself stuck in infected Los Angeles. Armed with ex-SASR wits and his gats, he takes on the american zombie horde with pride.
 * Requirements to use: Can be used for dialog, but all others you cannot control him. Don't kill him off.


 * Name: Renee Mercer, aged 25
 * Weapon(s):Heckler & Koch MP5A3, CZ-75 SPO1
 * Bio: American woman, born under the name "Emilia Mercer". Arrested for armed robbery and manslaughter. Easy to manipulate by others. Do not trust her.
 * Requirements to use: Can be used for dialog, but all others you cannot control her. Don't kill her off.

KillerKing17

 * Name: Josiah "Joe" Morris
 * Weapon(s): Glock 11, Remington Model 870 Pump Action Shotgun, KaBar Knife.
 * Bio: American born and raised in Kentucky, where his father owned a gun shop. When he moved to New Jersey he opened up a gun shop of his own. Armed with a shope full of weapons he is determined to get to Chicago and meet his family.
 * Requirements to use: You can do anything but kill him. Shoot his or whatever, just don't kill him.

Sotalitefella

 * Name: Amuro "Ray" Liem
 * Age and Gender: 27, Male
 * Weapon(s): HK417 (16" barrel) with EOTech 552, Angled Foregrip, Vertical Foregrip, High-Capacity Magazines(30 round). H&K Mk.23 SOCOM.
 * Bio: A Chinese-American employee at Heckler & Koch who is in the weapons design and development department. He's well-roundedly dull in combat capabilities (according to the SWAT) but is more rational. He was ready to attend a weapons convention and then...
 * Requirements to use: Strictly mine, only I can use him.


 * Name: Quinn "Mantha" Travis, "Kshatriya"
 * Age and Gender: 26, Male -> Female. (Trans)
 * Weapon(s): "Ranger", Folding Stock. x2 Beretta 96G. Trimmed Broadsword.
 * Bio: A since-high school colleague of Amuro, Quinn also took an interest in gunsmithing but rather went independent with her grandfather. She only has enough skill to effective customize and optimize sidearms, with few shotguns included. Also, she has the reputation of being a "Hawkeye", or an impressive marksman. She was planning a surprise for Amuro...
 * Requirements to use: Strictly mine, only I can use her.


 * Name: Natasha Hepburn
 * Age and Gender: 28, Female
 * Bio: A close friend to Amuro Liem, Natasha is helping Amuro's prestige in Heckler & Koch as well as prestige for their own friends. She sends in weapon designs and schematics from their other friends(Helga and Lyon) to Amuro meanwhile correcting Amuro's weapon suggestions. She has certain "connections" and graduated from Oxford. She also helps supply Amuro with "underground" goods.
 * Requirements to use: Dialogue only (via cellular phone and other wireless connections), no physical appearance or action.

Rollersox

 * Name: Paul "Husky" Bullois
 * Age and Gender: 32, Male
 * Weapon(s): XM8 baseline carbine variant w/1X red dot sight, SOG SEAL combat knife, H&K Mark 23 SOCOM pistol
 * Bio: A French-American employee at Heckler and Koch USA who works with Amuro "Ray" Liem in the weapons design and development department. Close friend of "Ray."

Toilet Bowl Soldier.

 * Name: Luke Willard
 * Age & Gender: 29, Male
 * Weapon(s): FN SCAR 17S with Trijicon Red Dot Sight. Nickel Plated Colt 1911 .45
 * Bio: Worked for the Police Force for 3 years. Years ago, his S.W.A.T team was ambushed by the Mafia and out of the 15 men who were sent for the mission, only 3 survived. Luke, Samuel, and Darren. He knew that one of them betrayed the squad and went to find out who was the informant to the Mafia for many months... until an outbreak started...
 * Requirements to use: Anyone can use him, just don't kill him.
 * Name: Samuel Averson.
 * Age & Gender: 31, Male
 * Weapon(s): MP5k-PDW. Glock 22 .40 S&W
 * Bio: A good friend of Luke, he was part of the S.W.A.T team that was ambushed by the Mafia. He is the informant to the Mafia until the zombie outbreak...
 * Requirements to use: Anyone can use him, just don't kill him. Do not reveal he is the one who betrayed Luke and Darren's squad 2 years ago, they will slowly find out in the story.
 * Name: Darren Metalla
 * Age & Gender: 28, Male
 * Weapon(s): Sawed-off Remington 870 Shotgun. Two-toned SIG Sauer P228.
 * Bio: One of the 3 members of the S.W.A.T team that was ambushed by the Mafia. He suspected that Luke was the one who betrayed the group, but still hangs out with him. He happened to be with Luke and Samuel during the outbreak.
 * Requirements to use: Anyone can use him, just don't kill him.

Squelliot

 * Name: John Smith
 * Age & Gender 33 Male
 * Weapon(s) F2000 Supressed with scope, Heavily Modified Supressed Five SeveN
 * Bio: He is a stereotypical spy, Served in a "specialized" division of the CIA, Before that he was a Navy Seal, Uses a unique suit (Type in 3E Eclipse on the Splinter Cell Wiki to get what I'm saying), Uses agile parkour and quick headshots to eliminate his enemies before disappearing into the urban environment.
 * Requirements for use: Dont Kill him

1
"HEY! GET BACK HERE! COME BACK! COME...aw he's not coming back, mate." Joshua shook a fist at the helicopter pilot as he flew away. The two were stuck on the roof of a hotel, and now they needed to fight their way down to get to the evac zone. "I think that chopper's headed to the mall. Let's head there, eh Aussie?" Jake tossed his a crowbar and Josh crabbed it. "Call me Aussie again and I'll bury you." Josh put the crowbar on his back and headed down the stairs with Jake. The two came to a door and opened it, only to be met with a lot of Infected milling about the hall. "What the hell are these things?!" Josh began sniping with his rifle and replied back "I dunno, but I'm gonna kill 'em." After about a minute of shooting, the two had cleared the hallway and were moving down. "Damn, is there ANYONE left in this hotel?" Cpl. Wilding 15:22, June 8, 2010 (UTC)

2
"Baseplate this is Dingo 5-3 over? Baseplate, respond, over?" repeated Jack on his UHF. No reply, just static. Static reminded him of every night he was in a dirty observation post, keeping his eye on the insurgents, until the right time came to pull the trigger, to take a human life. However, these "people" weren't normal. The one's he could see now were shuffling, vomiting on the ground, fighting eachother. Not human behaviour, obviously.

He reloaded his ACR, called out "is anyone alive out there?!", and he got a response, a female response. Not exactly what he wanted, but, never the less, she was human, and obviously not infected. "Stay where you are! I'm heading towards your position. Don't move!" he yelled.

"An Australian, foreign, armed, and good looking. Just what I need to get the fuck out of here." she thought.

(First time writing a zombie fic. Hope you guys like it.)

Jack Browne

3
As Joe slowly walked out his motel room door, he heard screams and gunshots coming from a couple floors up. He opened up his dresser and removed his Glock and KaBar from the top drawer. He then proceded to go under his bed and get his Pump Shotgun. He said to himself, "This Apocolypse if startin' to be funner than i expected". Just then he heard a loud BOOM and his whole room shook. He looked at his gundrawer and said "Damnit, I wish I could carry more, well ammo will have to do". He then started picking up shotgun shells and putting them into a backpack, followed by Pistol rounds, 2 Hunting Knives, and his fathers revolver. He couldn't let that go. he strapped his backpack on and busted down his door, putting shell after shell into the undead horde. He looked at the stairs and saw flames from every angle. He decided the fire escape was his best bet. He started down and soon he was on the road, he ran to his shop three of four blocks away. He didn't see many people, but the people he did see weren't... alive. He then stumbled across a man who was screaming for help and grabbed Joes leg. Joe said "what the hell you want? I aint' no doctor, so you best get outta' here!" The man closed his eyes and opened them again, except this time they were white, and blood started oozing out of his mouth. Joe didn't wait a second to pull his Glock out and put one right in the mans head. After 5 minutes or so Joe looked up to Helicopters flooding the sky, and they seemed like they were in a hurry. "Well damnit, I bet if I had stayed, I'd be high and dry right now wouldn't I, but nooo, I gotta' be a fuckin' dumbass and.." right then he looked up to a huge horde of zombies. It was on. KillerKing17 08:24, June 9, 2010 (UTC)

4
"Doesn't look like there's anyone else here, mate. Let's find an elevator, cause I am not walking down thirty flights of stairs." Josh quickly runs to the nearest elevator, cutting zombies left and right with his crowbar. Jake isn't far behind him, his guitar making a clang! sounds as all the strings are hit on a zombie's head. "Elevator here, get in!" Josh dives in as Jake closes the doors. "So, you get bit? Isn't that how this works?" Josh got up to his hands and replied back "Nope, no bites on me. What's your name? If we're gonna stick together may as well learn it." Jake checked the elevator floor number - 5. They were close to the bottom. "Name's Jake. Lived here when the infection broke out. You?" Josh checked his blood-stained crowbar and tossed it to the side. "Joshua, but you can call me Josh if ya want. Looks like we're on the last floor." Smoke was seeping through the cracks and already they were beginning to choke. "Get ready, I think they're coming." Josh opened the doors and looked around. "Nothing here. Let's go, Jake." Jake cautiously walked out of the elevator. "Hey, there's a fire going man, let's get out of this place!" Josh swore and began running. "Do you even know where the saferoom us man?!" "No, but it HAS to be somewhere better than here!" The two ran for what felt like forever through the burning hallways, until they saw a red door with "SAFEROOM" printed on it. "There it is! Run ya bloody wanker!" The only thing standing in their way were multiple zombies running at them. Jake opened fire with his Glocks as Josh began punching them out of his way. After about two minutes of fighting, they had finally made it into the saferoom and closed the door behind them. Jake pumped a fist into the air and yelled "We are a right DAMN good team!" Cpl. Wilding 13:07, June 9, 2010 (UTC)

5
Amuro was standing in an elevator with a supposedly 20 year old girl. A nice, slim, beautiful Asian girl (looked like a Taiwanese?) she was but in some semi-formal attire (and the skirt and midriff, good stuff). However, a few things seemed to have reduced the romantic mood notably. The elevator was stuck, the air conditioning and power were off (we mention the stuck elevator?), the beautiful gal was on the phone and talking in a sadly obnoxious and vulgar manner, and Amuro was carrying a suitcase with an unloaded H&K UMP9 holstered on. His beeper and cell phone went off simultaneously - the number was a 1-310-954-7766. Meaning his personal ride (and rescue team) were on their way in a matter of minutes...

Sotalitefella 23:42, June 9, 2010 (UTC)

6
Paul "Husky" Bullois decided to call Amuro. He picked up a HTC HD2 mobile phone and called him. A short dial tone, then a woman's cool, slim voice saying, "Please leave a message after the tone." Then a small beep. Bullois said, "Hey, Amuro, where are you?"

Then he hung up, and waited for a response. Nearly forty-five minutes later, his HD2 rang.Rollersox 23:47, June 9, 2010 (UTC)

7
"Hey, Paul wasn't? Ummm, so I was stick in an elevator when you called me but I had those body guards try to extract me..." Amuro paused for a split second as he noticed that beautiful specimen put away her phone (finally!) "Apparently they have been 'yielded' due to 'sci-fi like shit' so I hope you call me back again". Amuro hung up.

"When are we going to get out of here? I have a meeting in an hour..." the asian girl asked.

"Better question is...why aren't we out yet?" Amuro replied. He sat there fiddling with the demonstrative UMP9 as that girl was simply applying make up.

Sotalitefella 01:59, June 10, 2010 (UTC)

8
Paul sat up when he heard the door splinter. "What the hell?" He grabbed his UMP45 and was about to start yelling at the damned gangsters that broke down his door when -- "What the hell?" Three zombie-like creatures staggered in, eyes glowing unnervingly. "Uhh..." He quickly ran back into his workshop-like room, locked the door tightly, barred it a few times, then grabbed his phone, then began calling Amuro again.Rollersox 02:15, June 10, 2010 (UTC)

9
"Yo, Josh was it? Let's set up here and spend the night in the saferoom. I don't wanna go out there with those freaks running loose." Jake began rolling out a sleeping bag that he found in the saferrom before Josh called him out on it. "Woah woah woah. Hold up there, do you even know where that thing's been?" Jake stopped, kept unrolling and said "Yeah, it's been right here. I'm immune, so I don't give a crap." Josh sighed and stayed up longer to provide overwatch with his Ruger. "I knew I should've stayed in Brisbane..." Cpl. Wilding 02:21, June 10, 2010 (UTC)

10
After some intense CQC, Jack was a kilometre from where he heard the voice. However, he heard a high pitched scream, more high pitched than squeaky breaks in a old car.

He reloaded his gats. Checked his comms and continued, silently. "All units this in Baseplate, Evacuation Order April, I say again, Evacuation Order April. Out."

Jack Browne

11
Amuro's phone is ringing, both he and 3 other men in black suits (we ditched that asian chick, was zombie bait from the start. ]:) were running into a hallway, make a quick turn right, and enter a stairway section. They assumed both top and bottom floors of the stairway section were still secure and took a quick rest...Amuro finally answers his phone:

(insert random chattering, those 3 people) "Yeah, Paul! This is Amuro again! I finally got rescued but noone anticipated this flood of zombies. So, we still have a secured APC..that's right a fucking APC not an armored limo, and we're gonna try to head your way..."

Sotalitefella 03:23, June 10, 2010 (UTC)

(not in-RPG: what is a "gat"? a handgun?)

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(A "gat" is a ADF term for a firearm.)

Jack was finally nearing the building, when he heard the roar of a MH-6 Little Bird. And then he heard the sound of a M134. That wasn't a good sign. ''"All ground unit's this is Dagger 2-1. Providing support for prisoner extract. Over?" "Dagger 2-1 this is Dingo 5-3. Solid copy on all. Possible pickup for myself, over?" "Dingo 5-3 this is Dagger 2-1. Roger that. What is your current LOCSTAT, over?" "Dagger 2-1 this is Dingo 5-3, current LOCSTAT is as follows; Gulf Romeo 726993. I say again, 726993. Over?" Dingo 5-3 this is Dagger 2-1, you are in close contact with the prisoner. Hold position, we are coming to you. Out.''"

Jack Browne

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"Good God, did ya stay up all night Aussie?" Josh got up from his sniping position and gave a cold stare to Jake. "Call me Aussie again and I will punch your head in so far you'll have to drop yer pants to say hello." Jake grabbed his guitar and Glocks and said "Well, at least now we know now who's a morning person. Wanna get moving to the mall? I know the way from here." Josh grabbed a 1911 pistol lying nearby on the table, checked the ammo and said "What are we waiting for, mate?" They opened the safehouse door and began heading towards the mall, seeing helicopters flying above them. "No use trying to call to them now, they ain't getting us." Jake and Josh creeped around the streets, seeing C.E.D.A tents filled with beds lining the streets, with a C.E.D.A evac point right at the mall. "Road's blocked. We'll have to cut around." Josh looked at the dead C.E.D.A agents and said to himself, "I swear, C.E.D.A better be at that damned mall..." Cpl. Wilding 14:06, June 10, 2010 (UTC)

14
Paul yawned, staring at the door. "Stupid zombies," he muttered quietly, aiming his Mk.23 at the door vaguely. The pistol was faced at a 45-degree angle, half-facing the ground, half-facing the door.

Then he heard gunfire outside and dialed Amuro again. "You here?"Rollersox 23:11, June 10, 2010 (UTC)

15
A UMP9 lies on the ground, Amuro and his team are positioned and firing at the incoming zombies. A[Amuro's] Mk.23 and a trio of MP5's formed an orchestra during the rendezvous process with the APC. Amuro could feel his cell phone vibrating, but lacked time to answer it.

Even though everyone had bandoliers (although Amuro had a suitcase full of papers and extra handgun clips) their ammunition ran low. Just one more reload each until the others switched to their sidearms and Amuro wouldn't be able to fight. However, the flood of zombies slowly yielded and an incoming vehicle can be heard...

Sotalitefella 04:29, June 11, 2010 (UTC)

16
Paul quickly reloaded his XM8 and waited for the next wave of zombies -- his door was broken down and the Infected were quickly rushing in. He retreated to cover under the desk, which was tucked near a wall, so really the only way a zombie could come through unless they could break through solid iron, steel, and metal, was from one direction. Paul held his rifle at the hip, not using his red dot sight -- after all, there wasn't much to zoom in on.

Suddenly gunfire richocheted just outside of the room. Paul hoped for dear life that it was Amuro.Rollersox 02:10, June 12, 2010 (UTC)

17
Jake and Josh were still walknig to the mall, abandoned cars and trucks lining the road. The sky was turning a light orange and the sun was setting. "Hey, it's gettin' late bro. How long are we gonna keep walking anyway?" Josh signed and said annoyed, "I don't know! You're the one that lives around here, not me!" Jake looked around at the area. All he saw was a bunch of C.E.D.A. tents and a lot of Infected milling around. A growl caught his attention, but he couldn't pinpoint the location of it. "Hey, you hear that?" Josh looked out from his scope. "Hear what?" "You didn't hear a growl just now?" Josh closed his eyes and listened intently. "No. You're imagining things, mate." The two walked as slowly as they dared across the street, where after a parking lot or two the mall lay. Josh looked at the dead C.E.D.A. agents and commented "Well, looks like we'll have to evacuate ourselves." Cpl. Wilding 00:23, June 13, 2010 (UTC)

18
"Hmm... Where is CEDA?" Luke wondered.

"They ditched us, they suck and they are useless!" Darren said in anger.

As they secure the perimeter of Luke's house, they found that it was alright.

"Hell, we gotta find Samuel... and get to the mall..." Luke said as he picks up his grandfather's Nickel-Plated 1911.

Darren Opens the door and calmly walks out. "It feels a little quiet here, I can hear gunfire... Maybe there are other survivors!" Darren said

"Well lets go then... Whitaker's Gun Store is up ahead." Luke said as they walked into the street looking for Samuel before they evacuate.

--Soldier 01:59, June 13, 2010 (UTC)

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Paul climbed out of his house by the large double windows in his workshop/bedroom and, making sure the XM8 was tight in its sling and the Mk.23 was holstered tightly, he dropped to the ground from six or seven feet above.

He landed very agilely on his feet and hurried to his BMW racing car model and started the engine. He backed out of the gravel/cement driveway and suddenly the engine broke down. "Not now," muttered Paul. He saw more Infected crowding around the broken door, entering his once-safe house. The gunfire had stopped, and no humans were in sight.

"Must've been hearing problems," mumbled Paul and hurried away, his Mark 23 out and ready.

After traveling all the way out of the resident neighborhood, he was behind a gun shop called "Whitaker's Gun Store."

"Might be able to actually buy some guns," said Paul delightedly, then entered the store. Immediately, a gun was pressed to Paul's head. He identified it as a Colt M1911.Rollersox 02:37, June 13, 2010 (UTC)