Thread: The Plague: Pre & Post-Apocalypse Roleplay

December 31st, 2013 Three Days Before Quarantine For most people, New Years Eve was a time of celebration. Not Michael McBride, apparently. No, he's been watching the news for the past few days. Riots were breaking out downtown, with the military coming in to set up roadblocks. More and more people were getting sick, getting quarantined in their own homes. Exhibiting the same symptoms as that simulation John sent him. Maybe it wasn't a simulation. Still, Michael sat in his office, looking at the simulation over and over again before sighing. He'd have to contact John, see if this was an actual viral parasite or not. Bringing up Windows Live Messenger, he brought up the video chat for John. A couple of seconds later, John was on screen, dozing off. BOO! Michael yelled, causing John to fall back in his chair. Michael laughed as John got back up, glaring at him through the camera. I still can't believe you fall for that, Michael said, and John sighed. Yes yes, very funny. What're- Hold on, are you talking in a British accent?! Oh my god, if Linda could see this now! Linda was their old partner in crime, since the three back there were quite the pranksters on campus. It's amazing they were never caught. Michael wiped a fake tear of mirth from his eye as he brought up the simulation for both doctors to see. Hey, John, I've been having some questions about this simulation you sent me- Simulation? Michael, that wasn't a simulation. That's actual data from a disease we have here in the lab, we can't even get out because we were immediately locked in quarantine procedures. Michael stared at John. He stared at him for a long, long time. In fact, John was looking downright uncomfortable. Bullshit, Michael said after the long silence, with John taken aback. If you're in quarantine, then why are the symptoms you've listed happening all over New York? John's face turned pale. Good Lord, Michael! You have to get out of there! There isn't a cure for the Plague, and you don't have much time before the military quarantines the city and exterminate who they suspect is infected! Michael sighed, shaking his head. It's not going to be easy, John, there's military everywhere even now. John sighed, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses. Michael, The wanted doctor grunted, his head resting upon his arms. You might have to fight your way out, Michael looked up. Seriously? That's your plan? Face the entirety of the United States Military to get out of New York? John shrugged. It might be the only choice you have. Michael sighed, rubbing his face. He was too old for this shit. There might be another way out. Not right now, but later on in the quarantine. John took the sip of his tea sitting next to him. I hope you're right, Michael. I just hope we over here in London can come up with a vaccine for this Plague soon. Michael snorted. Though there is something good coming out of this. John looked at Michael strangely. And what is that? Michael grinned deviously. John knew his intentions instantaneously, and his face went from one of bored despair to one of shock. You didn't. Michael nodded, that grin still on his face. I did. You suck, Michael, you know that? It was totally worth sending Linda your British Accented ass. Michael laughed as John terminated the connection. Michael took a deep breath after his laughter, thinking about what John said. Maybe he would have to fight his way out. After another few moments, Michael ran up the stairs to the attic, to get his father's old rifle. It was time to prepare. 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 Sorry for both the late and the long post, I've been working on this for quite some time, past few days really. Now, it's time for me to go to bed. I hope to see more soon, eh? Don't we all.