OOC
Well first off I’m really glad that there’s a bit of interest.
Second off to help with character creation/to hopefully keep people’s interest levels high I’ve worked up a bit of a more in depth intro; which will most likely serve as the 1st post in the actual thread.
3 days….It’d only been five days…. As he sat in the press box at the Ridgewood stadium Chief Griggam found it hard to believe. In truth the first signs of trouble had been there for at least 4 days…probably 5 if anyone did any real digging. The mayor and his family suddenly deciding to go on an unplanned vacation, a rise in the number of missing animals, the steady disappearance of the homeless. Griggam had been told by the mayor via phone contact, before the lines out of town stopped working, to suppress and sweep under the rug all of the reports. The mayor insisting that they were nothing but coincidence. And now it was too late. The city was cut off and quarantined. No one was coming to save them anymore.
Three days ago the ‘riots’ had started at least that’s what they thought they were at first…Griggam had dispatched teams to quell them only to find that none of their non-lethal deterrents were worth a damn at breaking up the groups. It wasn’t until they started eating his men that the truth was realized.
By that cell phones no longer worked in town, the internet was gone, the phone lines out of town were down….Rockford had been taken off the map. Griggam had worked fast from that point on. He’d mobilized every civil service the city had. Placing all of his officers, as well as all the city’s firefighters, and paramedics ‘on duty.’ Hell he’d even called in the meter maids. He’d set up several ‘evac zones’ around the city. Using every police, fire, and medical helicopter to try to start flying people out. The ‘evac zones’ had started falling within an hour and Griggam had been forced to centralize them creating three ‘havens’ in the city. One at the police station, another at the football stadium, and a the last at the docks. For the next day they’d used the boats at the docks to ferry people across the river as well as the choppers to lift people out of the stadium, and all of the police cruisers, swat vans, riot cars, and even slow ploughs to move people from the station to either the docks or the stadium. The pace had been slow as every flight and boatload was stopped and inspected by the Army troops that were quarantining the city.
Last night he’d received word from his man in charge of the police station that the situation there was lost and they were pulling out. An hour later only three vehicles from the station made it into the stadium, one riot car, a cruiser, and a garbage truck. As of three hours ago there was no word from the docks. Their last transmission stating that they were running low on ammo….He hoped they’d had the brains to pull out and sail away before it was too late. There were only 2 choppers left the others not returning after their last flights…either lost in transit or grounded by the Army.
Looking at things realistically Griggam knew the situation was lost….He’d sent his family on one of the first flights out. And now it was time to join them. He grabbed his radio and dialed up the frequency he’d been using for his chain of command. “Rome falls” he said firmly into the radio “I repeat Rome falls.” That was the signal to grab the two pilots they’d set aside to fly out his command chain, as well as to prep the last two choppers.
He got up from the desk and began to walk towards the make shift landing pad they had set up in the center of the stadium. As he got out onto the actual green he could hear the sounds of a city dying. Gunfire going off both at the entrances to the stadium. Where his men were fighting to hold the monsters back, as well as deeper in the city where only God knew what was going on. The civilians were constantly being told that everything was under control. Griggam wasn’t worried about them storming the choppers, which were guarded. Within 5 minutes he was in his chopper along with his command staff. And both of the choppers were lifting off. As they flew away Griggam looked down at the stadium. Seeing just how surrounded it was…it wouldn’t last another hour. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. He didn’t like leaving them…but in the end it was about survival and he’d survived.
Down on the ground, at post 5 on the south end of the stadium the men assigned to guard the doors weren’t scared, as a matter of fact they weren’t anything they’d been overrun 5 minutes before, unable to even radio a warning, the doors were wide open and the monsters were flooding in. The end had begun.
Topic: Dead Reckoning: Survival Horror Game(Started and still accepting New Players!) (Read 1516 times)