[M] Outbreak Genesis OOC

[Rayne7]

October 1st 2025

A worldwide chemical attack has resulted in an epidemic that overwhelmed all efforts to contain it. Initial attempts to contain and control the pandemic have failed, with the military and law enforcement agencies meeting coordinated opposition that decimated their forces, leaving people to fend for themselves made more difficult by attacks by electromagnetic pulses that eliminated the power grids.

In a world where the dead rise, people must learn to survive. This means learning to become pragmatic individuals willing to fight for their lives. People had to learn new skills, and adapt old ones to suit their needs. Only the strong survive.

All standard RPA rules apply.

The starting point is Denver, Colorado. It’s been one week since the emergency response failed. That gives you enough time to procure equipment and begin to form a plan of action. The streets are overrun with the undead, and the survivors have to connect and organize themselves to find a way out. We are currently all holed up in a police precinct.

Your profession tells us what you’re best at, but feel free to have a variety of skills so long as you keep it balanced. I’m not going to ask you to list them. However, by this point you need to be capable of protecting yourself and others through violent action. Don’t have to be comfortable with it, or overly good at it, simply capable and willing to do so. A lot of emphasis will be put on doing so quietly, and preferably without wasting ammunition for firearms. There are no limits on weapons, but be aware of ammo availability and weight. Same goes for other supplies: medical, food, water, and other miscellaneous items.

Types of Zombies (This list will be updated over time as new mutations and strains are discovered. Keep in mind though that zombies are not the only dangers, as you will come across highwaymen, raiders, and other hostile survivors.)

Hunters- More common in Rural areas, hunters operate either alone or in packs usually no larger than a dozen. With preternatural senses, they can detect prey around them at a distance, track them by smell alone. Fast and agile, they are difficult to outrun, and have the endurance to pursue over long distances. They’re also highly aggressive, even being found to attack other zombies.

Walkers- More common and found more commonly in Urban environments, they are usually found in herds numbering between twenty and a hundred. Despite their name, they can move at a jogger’s pace, and even sprint short distances.

Screamers/Howlers- Usually on the fringe of any group or by themselves, Screamers and Howlers (Depending on whether they’re male or female) start screaming or howling at the top of their lungs when prey is sighted, alerting all nearby zombies of their presence.

Behemoth- Large and with preternatural strength, these muscle-bound zombies are even more aggressive, known to attack other zombies. Some carry large blunt objects that they use to attack with, while others are nearly impossible to stop. They are capable of breaking brick walls while sustaining minimal damage, and given enough time can break steel hinges. Usually solitary creatures.

Reapers- All information currently unknown.


Additional notes: mostly for personal amusement, your characters can belong to one of the Tom Clancy organizations (i.e. Rainbow Six, Ghost Recon, Division, 4th Echelon, ect). That being said, the tech utilized by those organizations will be limited. Also by scaled back military theme, we don't mean removal of military presence entirely, just reduced.

Name: Salem Grimm

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Profession: Captain in the U.S. Army, Group for Specialized Tactics (Ghost Recon)

Description:




Weapons:


Karambit



Machete



G28 (Suppressor, grip-knife with 4 inch blade, 20” Barrel, Match Trigger, MAWL-DA laser sight, T5xi Scope with red dot mounted on top, 20 round Magazine)



FN Five-Seven


HK USP Compact .45




Equipment: Molle Plate-Carrier Vest, Flashlight, crowbar, multi-tool (pliers, flathead and Phillips head screwdrivers, scissors, can-opener, mini-saw, wire-cutters, nail-file), claw-hammer, and crescent wrench, Camelback Hydration Pack.

Background: Salem grew up a military brat from West Texas. With both of his parents in the military he was well disciplined and excelled in school. He joined the Army immediately after high school and served two tours before being selected by Colonel Scott Mitchell to become one of the Ghosts, a clandestine team conducting covert operations worldwide.

Since then he has conducted operations across the globe including the Ukraine, Bolivia, Somalia, Afghanistan, Peru, to name some in the most recent years. He led Wraith Team as a Captain, along with his teammates Amari Rhamani, Frank Castiglione, and Henry Johnson.

When the outbreak hit he was sent to assist with containment in Denver Colorado. Ultimately it failed, and instead he ended up having to take shelter in a precinct with other survivors. Since then he has went out and lead others to the station, hoping to find members of his team. So far the search has been unsuccessful.

[Fox Xalian]

Name: James Miles

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Profession: Former USMC combat medic, Warrant Officer 5 rank. Captain of Denver FD, EMT-I, search-and-rescue expert, flight medic and helicopter pilot, trained firefighter.

Description: Miles is athletically built, with short black hair and brown eyes. He has some scars from his time in the service. He either has his old service uniform (brown t-shirt, desert camo BDU pants, combat boots, Mechanix gloves) or his work uniform (FD station shirt, turnout pants, and the same boots and gloves from his old service uniform).

Weapons: M416 carbine with suppressor and ACOG sight, M1911 .45 ACP with holosight. Combat knife.

Equipment: One large medic jumpbag, three smaller first aid kits, a fire extinguisher, five road flares. Bell 407 helicopter, life flight equipped, Denver FD livery.

Background: Miles grew up in Boulder City, and went into the USMC to get an education, focusing on medic training, quickly becoming a parajumper and medic. When his 4 years were up he returned home and started his training, he would eventually move to Denver and join their FD, quickly proving his worth as a medic, and training in piloting the search and rescue helicopter, an old Huey helicopter to start with, and got his engineer training, learning to drive and operate the fire apparatus's. When zero hour occurred he was deployed with the rest of his station, Station 8, helping to quell fires and evac those who needed it. His station would be quickly over run, he would escape via the helicopter on the roof of the hospital they were at. He would later join the survivor group.


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Name: Maisie Chapman

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Profession: Former British Embassy guard, Division Agent from Denver. Trained K-9 handler

Description: Maisie is, as you would expect, almost a stereotype of a Scottish woman. Mostly thanks to her red, curly hair and green eyes. She is athletically built, but still slightly curvy. Usually she is seen wearing a black polo shirt, or a white buttoned shirt, jeans or slacks, combat boots, impact resistant sunglasses, and a cap from her time in the British army

Weapons: L86 LSW (holographic sight, extended quickdraw mag) and an AUG A3 SMG (same attachments), her sidearm is an FNX 45 Tactical pistol (suppressor, holographic sight). German Shepherd attack dog

Equipment: Basic plate carrier, military Molle pack filled with basic survival supplies and medical supplies.

Background: Maisie grew up in Perth, Scotland, with her parents, both of which were in the service of their country. Her father was a security officer for the Air Force as a K-9 handler, and her mother was an MI6 communications and intelligence officer. As such Maisie grew up in a fairly normal, middle-class upbringing. When she was 18 she joined the British Army and was quickly placed into the SAS where she excelled in supporting fire and weapons handling, as well as K-9 handling. After a few years she was brought into the Diplomatic service along with her parents, they were to be assigned to guard the UK Embassy in Washington DC. It was not long after this that Maisie was secretly trained by the Strategic Homeland Division. After the attack she, along with her parents, would do their best to help the survivors, The Division would be quickly disbanded after a loss of leadership. As they helped evac DC their positions would be over run, Maisie would lose her parents in the escape, taking her father's K-9 partner with her. She would make it there by sheer willpower, and her now armoured Chevy Tahoe she requisitioned from an abandoned SWAT position, lucky for her and her K-9, TK, it was a K-9 vehicle. She would eventually join the survivor group.

[Dnafein]

Spoiler: Ash 

Name: Ashley “Ash” Danger Russ
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Profession: NSA Analyst/Hacker

Spoiler: Description:  

Weapons: FN P90; Five-seveN; Japanese Katana; Gerber Torch 1 Tanto Folding Knife; Gerber Ding Dong Breaching Tool
Equipment: A 5.11 All Hazards Prime Backpack; Panasonic Toughbook CF-54; FZ-B2 Tablet; Goal Zero Sherpa 50 Power Pack; Goal Zero Nomad 13 Solar Panel; Imminent Threat Solutions Hypalon Concealment Wallet (w/ lockpicks, and ceramic razor blade); TR-4 Drone; Sleeping bag; Small tent; Change of clothes
Clothes: Brown Leather A-2 Jacket; Black Phantom Ops Tactical Pants; UA ColdGear Fitted Mock; Dark Grey Dress Shirt; Black Rocky S2V Men’s Sage Steel Toe Boots
Background: Ash grew up with a love of technology. This would occasionally cause him trouble, but would lead him to his chosen career path. He barely graduated high school as his grades reflected his boredom with the course material. Ash got into Kenjutsu when he inherited a katana his grandfather took off a WWII Japanese officer who “had no further use for it.”

He applied and was accepted to MIT; This exposed him to a wider variety of both technology and trouble. He was among the first to join the fledgling drone movement, turning his long history of playing video games into something else. His interest in Kenjutsu lead to Ash learning Taido, and developing an interest in Parkour. Before graduation Ash drew the attention of the National Security Agency when he hacked into their recruitment server to stick his name on the list.

His career was dull and generally tedious. Ash’s only excitement came when he was selected to test pilot the new drones. To correct this Ash began training for a field position. Unfortunately he would never get that chance.

Ash had been looking forward to the day of the outbreak as he would be testing the newest surveillance drone. The test of the TR-4 was successful, until it abruptly ended. Ash thought the description of the event that ended the test was a joke, until he saw it through the drones eyes.

The 18 hours since the initial response was mostly a blur to Ash. He remembers the escort of the drone being attacked; He remembers a near escape with the drone; He remembers stumbling across the remains of a Secret Service Escort, which he scavenged weapons and ammunition from. Ash had made his way home and retrieved his camping gear. After ensuring the new drone was compatible with his charger he left his personal drone behind and set to familiarizing himself with the TR-4's capabilities.

Spoiler: TR-4 Drone 

The drone is controllable from Ash’s tablet as well as his laptop. It has a pair of cameras, one mounted atop, the other on the underside of the drone. The drone has a half hour long flight time on a full charge. It also has a range of a mile and a half.

[SikstaSlathalin]

So same skeleton?

[Rayne7]

@Fox

Approved!

@DNA

Approved but keep in mind it's now set a week after the outbreak instead.

@Siks

Yup. It's just we'll now be a week into the outbreak and holed up in a precinct.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Ok I'll tweak Zeke and post him sometime this weekend, gonna be a busy three days of work for me, but will try.

[Leanna]

Zeke just keeps reincarnating haha

[bluemoon]

I will resurrect Andi as well with some minor changes. I will have her be at the precinct already...perhaps drinking coffee and eating donuts...lol

[Alura]

This is exciting! The old thread seemed like a good run, so it is nice to see the originals coming back to it in addition to opening it to those of us who weren't in it!

I'm drafting a character that should be up this weekend also!

[Alura]

Alright, meet Becky Starr! Let me know if she needs edits!

Spoiler: Becky Starr by Alura 

Name: Rebecca "Alebrije" Marie Starr

Age: 25

Gender: Female



Profession: Washed out U.S. Navy Lieutenant Commander & Fighter Pilot. "Hydroponics" Expert. Cartel Pilot.

Description: Auburn hair and amber eyes. She has a curvy build made a little too thin by poor sleep habits and risky living. Her naturally fair skin is darkened by the sun and frequently sports sunburn across nose, shoulders, and ears. Despite her reckless living, a vegan and admittedly somewhat "hippie" lifestyle has helped to counter-act the self-abuse in which she otherwise immerses herself. A constellation of freckles is mapped across her body, obvious across her nose and fainter elsewhere. Her left arm is covered from fingers to shoulder in colourful and fantastical animals and monsters with small symbols with personal meaning hidden within the patterns. She usually wears white shirts in varying cuts under studded, distressed, or otherwise embellished black or blue denim jackets and pairs those with low-slung jeans. A silver chain with dog tags boasting someone else's name is always around her neck and often accompanied by a turquoise choker. For long-haul flights she often throws an oversized men's flight jacket over her regular clothing. Tawny coveralls are stashed in the drug operation's Cessna for use in loading, unloading, and mucking about more "rustic" locales, so sometimes she can be seen sporting those also. She prefers to go barefooted, but has fallen back on her big black military surplus boots currently.

Weapons: Through time involved with military training, a special ops sometimes-boyfriend, defending a grow operation, and moving product for the Cartel; there have been ample opportunities to hone her basic firearms skills. While far more comfortable in the air, she is a trusty shot with the SIG Sauer P228/M11 which she always carries and her more dated Smith & Wesson .38 Special that serves as a sort of "oh shit" emergency weapon. Her operation also owns or has access to AR-15, AK-47 and FN 5.7 through their affiliations with the Cartel (as well as a cache of items like fragmentation grenades, Beta-C magazines, PMAGs, assorted handguns, etc., that would be impossible for one person to carry), but she prefers and maintains a few M4 carbines personally. She managed to stuff a hiking pack full of ammunition, a little sustenance, and a few creature comforts before shuttering her operation and booking it from her residence.

• SIG Sauer P228/M11 w/13x9mm magazine (x1)
• SIG Sauer SRD9 9mm Silencer (x1)
• 50 round box of LE9T5 HP ammo (x4)
  
• Smith & Wesson .38 Special (x1)
• 50 round box of Fed LE Tactical Hydra-Shok JHP ammo (x1)
  
• Colt M4 Carbine (x1)
• M4-2000 Silencer (x1)
• 30 round STANAG EPM cartridges of 5.56mm M855A1 EPR ammo (x14)

Equipment:

• Keys to a Piper M600 (x1)
• Keys to a Cessna SkyCourier (x1)
• Toiletry Kit (x1)
• Smoking Pouch (x1)
• Organic, Vegan Seeds & Nuts "Trail Mix" (x15 servings)
• Waterproof Matches (x20)
• Assorted Pills (x100)
• Roll of Quarters (x4)
• Whisky Flask (x1)
• Bottle of Sotol (x1)
• Set of Waterproof Oil-based Art Pens (x1)
• Survival Knife with Fire Starter (x1)

Background: Known for her auburn hair often highlighted unnatural hues and her honeyed-amber eyes as much as the colourful tattoos that sleeve her left arm and shoulder, Becky earned her nickname from the Cartel members with whom she frequently serves as a transport pilot due to her laid back and whimsical nature. Her knowledge of both civilian and military flight patterns and procedures is an asset, as is her easy demeanour and frayed moral fiber. It is difficult to find her sober, whether it's drink or drugs, though she is uncannily functional despite this fact.

She was a bright and ambitious aerospace engineering student before she was a cocky naval fighter pilot with prodigious talent. A nasty incident resulting in two dead pilots and a dead ensign landed her in the cold with a dishonourable discharge headstoning her career like a scarlet letter. That was the best case scenario, unfortunately. After a few months deep dive into the seediest circles in Pensacola, she packed up her beat up clown-red Chevy Chevette and started a series of vehicular breakdowns that would eventually bring her to a little mechanic's shop in Denver, Colorado owned by a friend of the friend along for the road trip.

She had come for the skiing and her friend had come for the legalised Jane. After a few weeks slumming with the hydroponics enthusiasts to whom the mechanic had introduced them, she was convinced to step in for their regular transport pilot and from there her career took wing. It was the perfect way to wallow in her shame whilst taking the edge off with the goods. She was quick to learn the workings of the grow operation and eventually, after a couple of years, became a partner.

Flash forward to today, one week after Denver, Colorado collapsed into madness. Good news is: she's the only surviving partner. Bad news is: the world's gone to utter shit. With her grow operation shuttered for who knows how long and the city in crisis, she spent some time preparing herself to take off from the landing pad holding her recently-returned Piper M600. Unfortunately, though she was able to refuel, her boyfriend was missing in action and none of her scattered operations underlings had seen him in her place. In fact, none of them had shown up at her penthouse at the scheduled rendezvous time. She's made it to the police precinct fueled only by muscle memory, luck and cocaine after getting caught out in the streets hunting for her people in a badly hit part of the city. True to her usual good fortune, that was where a ragtag bunch of military and emergency services workers picked her up at just the right time. Fortunately, no one is asking too many questions these days about who has gotten their dirty little hands on which contraband.