"Vampires Suck" (a game and role play)

[aSimpleMan4U]

”Vampires Suck”

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Post for Simon Taylor:

18 July 2017 -- Tuesday -- 2am
Frankie's Bar and Grill:

This is bad. So bad. So unbelievably bad! I can hear the horrific madness taking place out in the city even through the thick, insulated walls of the restaurant's walk-in refrigerator.

How did this happen?

Vampires? Really? It just seems so unreal.

This madness began last night, just after sundown. I was in the restaurant, as always -- it seems I am always here working -- when there was a lot of noise outside on the sidewalks. I thought it was just kids making noise at first, then maybe some sort of fight that was attracting the attention of pedestrians. Then I heard car crashes. I thought it might be one of those truck-vs-pedestrian terrorist attacks like what was happening every week in Europe and lately had happened in New York's Times Square.

Before we new it, the streets were filled with running people. My patrons and employees began to panic. Over the next many minutes, many of both left, either out the front or rear exits. As things got worse, I told everyone to go to the safety of their homes. I locked up Frankie's, lowered the security gates to protect the front of the restaurant, and waited.

Things just got worse. People running around in a panic. I saw people attack other people! They were like rabid dogs! The Press is now calling them vampires because apparently they bite people in the neck and drink their blood. Now that I think back to it, that's what I was seeing beyond the windows of Frankie's. I just didn't realize it at the time.


My cell phone service inside the walls is spotty at best. But occasionally I get enough of a signal to link to an internet news source.

All anybody is talking about is how blood sucking vampires have taken over the city and are killing everyone. And it's not just Capital City. Its other cities around the state, even around other states and other countries. No one seems to know where these things came from, but they seem to be everywhere all at once.

I got one of those emergency broadcast system texts to my phone. They told everybody to stay inside. That was it. That was the extent of the help that our almighty government is giving us. Stay inside. Stay inside and lock the doors.

The craziness died down shortly after sunrise. It kind of makes sense if you believe in the Hollywood model of vampires. Sun comes up, vampires go to sleep. I still can't believe it, of course. But the mayhem began again a few hours after that. I didn't actually go outside to look. I'm not leaving this cooler until I think it's safe. But the broadcast that I got on my phone when I was able to connect to the internet says that most of the people on the street are looters. No vampires apparently. Just people out to gather what they can, even if it belongs to somebody else. I guess there's been some human on human violence. Like as if we don't have enough troubles with the vampires.

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly Conners (pic)
26 years old
5 ft 6 in, 120 lbs. 33B-23-33

My entire life I have never feared any person or any thing. I have always been underestimated by those who didn't know me because I am smallish with cutie pie looks. In grammar school, high school, college, the FBI academy, people learned very quickly not to fuck with me. I won every fight I ever got into, and while I sometimes took a beating, I always dished out more than I took.

But right now...?

I feel like a scared little girl caught alone in a thunderstorm. This vampire shit is the most frightening thing I could ever have imagined, let alone experienced first hand. Despite still being in the Academy, I was allowed to assist with the graveyard go-fer work of an FBI surveillance. Night before last, my alarm was set for 10pm, but I woke up around 9 to screams in the hall of my apartment building. I grabbed my gun -- not one from the Bureau, but the .50 caliber Desert Eagle my grandfather gave me for my 16th birthday -- and opened the door, peeking out into the hall. There were two bodies on the floor, and a pair of people ran past my door at sprint speed, scaring me even more. I stared at the bodies for a moment trying to figure out what was going on.

When I threw the door open to look to where the pair had gone, I found myself looking at a second couple. He was leaning back against the wall and she had her mouth at his neck. It almost looked like they were necking, until she pulled her head back: she'd been biting him in the neck, and blood spewed all over him, her, the wall, the floor.

I just stared!

I should have done something, but what? I was armed: should I have shot her? I'm not an agent yet. And I didn't know exactly what the situation was, so how do I just start shooting? I could have rushed her, knocking her away. But again, I didn't know what was happening. Then, suddenly, she looked right at me. She opened her mouth wide and hissed at me like a wild cat. Blood spat from her lips and mouth. I panicked and threw the door shut as she rushed at me. Thankfully, our apartments have metal fire and security doors, so despite it sounding as if she was slamming her body against it, the door held.

I hid in my apartment closet with my Fifty, waiting for things to calm down. I wanted to get to my car and out of town, but every time I thought it was clear, I would hear people run up or down the hall or I would hear screams and other noise -- even gun shots -- either in the building or just outside it. I'd left my phone sitting on the table and thought that if I had it, at least I would know what was going on. But again, it seemed like every time I tried to go for it, something would scare me.

Finally, things called down for almost three hours. I went for my phone, phone charger, and car keys and slipped out into the hallway and down the stairs for the lobby. It was just after sundown, and -- still unaware of the vampire angle -- I thought going out under the cover of darkness would be safer. I made it all the way to the first floor before I got spotted by vampires. I tried to run, but was trapped. I found the door to the maintenance room wide over and ran into it.

For the next couple of hours, the vampires wouldn't stop slamming their bodies against it. They didn't get inside, though. I went to my phone -- to my Twitter, Instagram, and more -- and read, read, read. I learned a lot, but the one thing that I think saved me was a story that some people thought vampires might be able to smell blood or maybe just smell people in general. I turned on the maintenance room's exhaust fans to blow my scent up and out of the building.

And it worked! After maybe half an hour, the incessant banging ceased. And I've just continued to sit here, waiting patiently for the noises beyond the door to indicate that it's safe to go back out. When it seems totally safe, I'd like to get back upstairs. I don't think it's safe to go outside after all. Not until I know more.

 

[aSimpleMan4U]

For Carly Conners

From your post above...

...I've just continued to sit here, waiting patiently for the noises beyond the door to indicate that it's safe to go back out.

6am:

The mayhem beyond the maintenance room door slowed, then stopped. But you were exhausted and fell asleep. You slept soundly with no interruptions until noon...

From your post above...

When it seems totally safe, I'd like to get back upstairs. I don't think it's safe to go outside after all. Not until I know more.

You open the door to find the hallway devoid of movement but not of mayhem: there are seven bodies all about the lobby, and beyond the windows of the entryway you can see more bodies and crashed cars on the sidewalks and streets.

You are able to make it all the way to your apartment without meeting a vampire or living person. More bodies fill the stairwell.

I should let you find some things along the way ... but what ... hmmm...

• A 9mm Glock with an empty clip.
• A dozen back packs and other luggage -- all closed so their contents are unknown -- scattered up and down the stairwell. You could take up to four of them if you wanted, but just remember: you don't know who or what might be up the stairs ahead of you as you are lugging bags.
• A fancy machete covered in blood. It's not a sugar cane cutting tool: this looks almost ceremonial, with a beautiful handle and etched art work, as if it was a gift to someone. (BTW, there are two dead people near it, the man who seems to have been carrying it and the woman he seems to have cut down with it; and the woman's face is covered with blood, as if she'd been feeding on someone before getting the front of her torso sliced open inches deep.

You can pick up what you want; and if you take bags, I will tell you what you found in them in the next post.

You find two of your neighbors dead in the hall, fed upon. You can see that one of their apartment doors down the hall is open.

Once in your apartment, you will see more mayhem beyond your windows: bodies, crashed vehicles, burning buildings. There are some people out and about: they look and act like humans scavenging supplies or simply trying to get away from the city.

What do you do now?

 

[CarlyConners]

Noon

The scene in my apartment building is gruesome! There are bodies every where, and they are all covered in blood. It's just gross, and despite every attempt to prevent it, I can't help but lean over and retch all over the carpet.

I make my way to the stairwell, being very quiet and very careful. Along the way, I find and took:

• A 9mm Glock with an empty clip.
• And a fancy machete.
• I also snag a back pack that is a little ways from the guy with the Glock, hoping that it might have ammunition in it. But really, who knows if it was even his, right?

There were all sorts of other bags laying about, but I ignore them. I just want to get under cover.

I find two of my neighbors dead in the hall, fed upon. I almost start crying: one of them was a good friend of mine.

Once in my apartment, I block the security door with my couch, not sure whether it's really necessary or even effective. I change into some better clothes: loose jeans, tee shirt, over shirt with pockets, coat with pockets. Pockets: that's the key. I fill my pockets with ammo for my Desert Eagle, strap on a hunting knife, put my phone on the charger, fire up my laptop to surf for news, fill more pockets with energy bars and stuff in case I have to run, and anything else I think I can do to prepare myself for what ever might happen.

I don't plan on going anywhere if I don't have to.

After I get the latest news, I begin inventorying my food, water, and other perishables. I'm a pretty organized and prepared person: I grew up on a ranch in the mountains where you might get snowed in for weeks, so I learned.

How much food and water do I have?