Bunker Survival RP Thread

[Tally Cat]

World Announcement - 4 hours after the end of the world

A transmission could be heard on multiple wavelengths that would be easily picked up by portable and HAM radios.

"This is Cole. I have a restored missile silo that I'm using as a bunker to survive this. You can, too. I'm looking for able-bodied people to help me keep the bunker together. I have food, I have water, and best of protection from radiation. My GPS coordinates are 44.338 degrees by -73.5700 degrees. This message repeats," a masculine voice said with a voice changer effect being clear.

Pepper was sitting on a chair in her personalized room in her bunker. A hatch was overhead that led to the former command section of the bunker where a kitchen and living room lie. She gazes up at it and then at the computer screens in the room, remaining resistant to the humidity in the air that her body preferred. No one had yet arrived outside of the bunker and she wondered if somehow she'd be the only one left. Letting out a sigh, she rolled her eyes. No way. Someone is alive. She flicked the water that filled part of the bed-space that she slept in. It may seem odd to the mammals that were certainly more numerous in the world but fellow amphibians would understand. Suddenly, one eye caught movement on one of the screens and she turned toward it. A couple of people could be seen slinking near the end of the camera's field-of-view, looking suspicious. Probably wondering if this was real or just a way to kill them and take their supplies. As they neared they seemed more comfortable. After a few minutes many more people started to flood into the space in front of the main entrance.

"You guys better not be trouble," Pepper uttered to herself before standing, climbing the ladder up, and turning the wheel on the hatch. She pushed it upward and some water vapour escaped as she pulled herself out of the hole and onto the rug of the living room. The hatch lay far on one side, away from furniture and a couple of large television screens.

[kepora]

A ways down the road, the rumble of an aging - but still powerful - V-8 engine echoed through the streets. Tires screech as the old muscle car swerves and makes hard turns - the rat behind the wheel taking advantage of the sudden lack of other drivers and non-EMPed cars on the road to build up speed. A small squeal comes from his back seat - eliciting a groan from the rat. "Kid, you're the one who wanted to sneak into my car. Quit whining and tell me where to go!" He huffs, shoving his paper map back into his new passenger's hands.

The skunk gasps and flinches - but just sighs in defeat. "...r-right, uh..." Richter focuses on the map, using it as a distraction from-...well. Everything, really. He only just recently stopped sobbing - uncontrollably, at least. "...forty-four point three-three-eight, negative seventy-three point five-seven-zero-zero..." His blue eyes dart along the map. "...turn left onto Willis Stree-EEEET!" He squeals again, grabbing the seat with both hands and holding on for dear life as Scrounge hit a hard left, the car drifting and literally burning rubber!

"Fucking hell, we just passed it! Focus, kid!" Scrounge groans, shaking his head as he sped towards the bunker - following Richter's directions as he raced to try and beat any other motorized survivors!

[Riana]

When the transmission began to echo on her radio, Winter turned her car around, away from the location of the coordinates, and sped away in the opposite direction. She had just left her home, the community she grew up in, and now she was coming back to try to save some of her family.

Wasting no time, she brought the bunker to the attention of her council, suggesting that some of them could try to get in, but the council members shook their heads.

"For many generations there have been knowledgeable people who had the foresight to warn us that a time will come when catastrophic changes could occur instantly and without warning. Well we'd already seen many of the signs they told us about and it was our responsibility to prepare for that eventuality."

That was the response she received. She tried to argue for it, but to no avail. They were resolved to survive on their own somehow, without some stranger's tiny bunker. The opossum huffed out of the house and leaped back in her car, slamming the door shut behind her. She honked the horn as she punched the steering wheel before slamming her fists on the top of it, screaming as loud as she could. She finally collapsed into her folded arms atop the steering wheel, letting her tears fall. After a while, she started up her car and entered the coordinates. "This does not make me a coward," she assured herself.

A couple hours later, now on foot, having had to dump her car when it ran out of gas, Winter was cautiously approaching the spot where the bunker stood. Chills started at the back of her neck and chased each other down her spine. She was sure as she'd ever been about anything - someone was watching her.

[Toto-san]

Wayne was sitting in a car with a friend and colleague from the hospital. A registered Nurse who had a thing for him. They had been in the hospital, 11 hours into a 12 hour shift when the bombs fell. The Nurse, Lydia, had pulled him aside and told him that they should go. She'd heard about the radio transmission from a friend and wanted Wayne to go with her to the bunker. There was nothing they could do here, she'd said. The world was ending and they had to save themselves. She'd leaned in to kiss him on the beak but he turned away and nodded. "I'll go," he'd said quietly.

They were driving down the North-way, Interstate 87. Lydia was driving and kept trying to talk to Wayne. She was nervous. He knew that, so he made his best effort.

"I-I don't know who would have fired first it," he answered her question about the nuclear war that had started only hours before. There had been a war before it but it was nothing like this. Nothing that hit home like this, rather literally. Wayne caught Lydia's eye as she turned toward him. There was love in them, he knew, but he knew that he didn't share it with her. After a moment, he turned back and spotted a car on their side of the highway. He let out a loud squawk as the car collided with them, sending them into a spin. The moment lasted forever. All Wayne could do was hold onto the handle above the door and close his eyes. When things stopped moving, Wayne coughed and opened his eyes to the smell of something like gunpowder and the sight of blood. He felt his body but there was none coming from him. He looked to his left and gasped. Lydia was covered in blood, and it was spreading, still. Wayne found the source of the blood, her chest, and pressed his hand on it. His shoulder suddenly cried out in pain. He shuffled his body closed to her and held his head over hear nose and mouth. She was breathing, but very shallow. He used his other hand to apply pressure to the wound on the chest, and it made contact with something hard and metallic. He pulled her shirt up, his doctor instincts kicking in to the point of not caring about her top-nudity now, and saw that something was there. A large, round piece of metal was piercing deep into her chest right next to her heart. He looked and saw that the windshield had been destroyed and saw the other car mangled in front of them.

"Waaayy...." Lydia called out weakly and then chuckled before coughing up blood on him.

"I-I told you I d-don't like that. That name," he said and smiled slightly for her sake. Then her eyes widened suddenly and fluttered before settling. Wayne felt her neck and her pulse had stopped. She was dead. This... this 'driver' had killed her. Wayne held a fist and slammed in onto the dashboard, glaring at the car ahead of them as someone staggered out onto the pavement of the road. Wayne forced his door open with his good arm and felt the shoulder on the other, hoping to be able to reset it without too much issue. He leaned on Lydia's car and pushed it hard forward, causing a massive, stinging pain to pulse through him and then... it felt better. "Are you okay?" Wayne called to the person who was on their knees, practically crawling now.

"I... think I broke my arm," the man uttered. Wayne noted that he was coming out of the driver side of the car and that another body lay in the passenger side. He walked up to the man. He pulled a gun out in a swift motion, but Wayne kicked it out of his hand, adrenaline still pulsing through him. And now something else, too. Something he had hardly felt in half a year. He stepped over and picked up the man's gun. After closer examination, he could tell that the man's legs weren't working. They were covered in blood, too. His own. "I'm sorry! Please! I'm... it's the end of the world! I didn't know what you were going to do," the man explained.

"I-I'm a d-doctor," Wayne answered and leveled the gun with the man's head, flicking the safety and pulling the trigger. A shot rang out and his ears rang, too. Putting the safety back on and pushing the gun into his pants, looking all around him to make sure no one else had seen, Wayne walked back to the car and reached toward Lydia. After a moment, he pulled her phone from her pocket and turned it on.  He also grabbed his pack from the back seat and entered the password for her phone she had entrusted to him and saw the GPS for the bunker. He wasn't far. Maybe he could make it there before there was a crowd of 'end of the world' assholes waiting for him. He turned around and headed in the direction of the blue dot.

[azirik]

The sound of an old engine rumbled through the trees as a beat up old pickup truck sped down the old firebreak road. After several near wreaks and a rather close near miss with a tree, the truck skids to a stop taking several yards to come to a stop. Morgan opened the door and hopped out and looked around clad in what appeared to be duct tape and bunches of odd aprons, he looked up at the sky through the make-shift mask. Amber was sitting in the truck dressed very much the same looking at a terrain map with her compass, she looked out the window at Morgan "Hun......We need to find a road that heads northeast, It should get us within a few hundred yards of the place." she bit her bottom lip "If my math is right."
Morgan climbed back into the sputtering old truck and carefully feathered the pedal till it was moving and up to a speed where it wouldn't stall if he floored it. Once back up to speed the two raced along the back dirt roads like a couple of moonshiners. The near bald tires and worn out shocks and brakes made for a near-deadly recipe with every turn. Morgan was so focused looking ahead for a side road he didn't see the rather large rise in the road ahead, but Amber did at the last second "MORGAN! ! ! " she yelped as the old Dodge caught air and sailed a good forty feet before landing with a resounding BAM!. Morgan fought to regain control of the truck as the sound of metal and other parts filled the cab. The rear window popped like a balloon sending glass everywhere. What was left of the driver side windshield became a spiderweb and Morgan punched at it a few times forcing it out and gone, letting it fall to the road left in the dust. After he regained control and kept speeding down the dirt road Amber pulled herself off the floor and looked behind them through where the rear window was. "Hun....." she giggled through her makeshift mask "Hope you didn't really need anything in the big pack." Morgan kept driving and looked in the rearview mirror and saw the bed of the truck far in the distance bouncing and flying apart behind them.
Amber turned around just in time to see the road they needed "THERE IT IS! ! ! " she yield in a nearly panicked tone. Morgan turned the wheel hard and the truck skidded hard but with the help of a near tree, the truck was kept on the road. The roar of the old truck now filled the woods as the two knew they were close. Amber looked up the road "If we stop just up there we can hike up the tree line and be at the place in an hour max." Morgan gripped the wheel and with a growl turned the wheel hard in the direction Amber had pointed and slammed his foot to the floor. The aging old Dodge truck coughed then roared as the last of the muffler blew out as the near straight pipe screamed out.
An aging muscle car sped up to the area where the bunker was just being missed by a beat up old 1942 Dodge as it flew across the road behind it and careened into a few smaller trees.

[kepora]

Scrounge grumbles a bit to himself, following Richter's directions still. He turns up the radio a bit, rounding a corner. He gets sick of the repeating warning messages, grabbing a cassette from his glove box and popping it in. Good old Dio. He turns up the volume, bobbing his head and tapping his steering wheel as he sang along to Man on the Silver Mountain, all the while going well over the speed limit.

Richter tried his best to focus on his phone and the map, trying to stifle a whine and the growing tears of terror. He genuinely thought he was going to die, flung from the bench seat and into that gard dashboard, or worse out that windshield. Focus. Focus on the map. "...j-just keep going, it's straight up- LOOK OUT!"

Scrounge snaps his gaze to the left at the skunk's scream, and then fucking floors it. He lets the truck go behind him and enters a controlled skid, coming to a screeching stop. "Kid, grab the knife. Protect my fucking car." He orders, grabbing his trusty old 45 and pulling back the hammer, climbing out of the car and approaching the wrecked truck...

[Shani]

Upon first hearing the transmission on her radio, Callie beamed. The panic she first felt when the bombs dropped was assuaged with hope. Looking up the distance she would have to travel, she cheered. "Only 3 hours away! Well... more like 4. But you can do this!" The spotted skunk then hopped on social media, where she was popularly known as Calliope, to notify her hundreds of friends and thousands of followers of the bunker's co-ordinates, in case they lived close enough to its location. She wanted to round up as many of them as she could to join her before the end of all things.

Shoving her notebook into a backpack, she scanned her room for other possessions of value. Medicine, check. Toothpaste, check. Extra pairs of underwear, check. A box of Sazón Goya seasoning packets, check. She quickly stuffed a few more random things that she thought might come in handy, and last but not least, she took her guitar before hightailing it out of there.

Callie no longer owned a car, but she did own a bicycle. That is, if no one had stolen it. She ran down the back steps and checked under the porch. Her bicycle was still there, and she dragged it out and dusted it off. Outside was widespread panic, people fleeing the city. Deserted streets led to highways which turned into parking lots. Using her phone as a GPS, she headed south, pumping uphill and coasting downhill. To silence her noisy worries, she began to hum, and then sing.

That's great, it starts with an earthquake,
Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes,
And Callie Bruce is not afraid!

[azirik]

The old 42 Dodge still sputtered and seemed to defy its death, till finally with a loud backfire echoing like a shotgun blast the engine stopped. The passenger side door then flew open and a leg was seem followed by a rather short figure, the person looked to be clad in what looked to be aprons duct taped together and some type of a make-shift face shield and gas mask. They staggering away from the wreckage and coming to their knees maybe ten feet from the truck, it was a moment after that a second figure dressed almost the same climbed out of the wreckage and then falling down. The kneeling one looked towards the direction of the bunker road and saw the approaching rat, seeing the gun in his hand they quickly raised their hands. "We're not here to cause any trouble........we followed the directions from the radio broadcast." a female voice called out as she remained kneeling, trying to avoid getting shot on the day everything ends.

The second figure slowly pushed themselves up to see what was going on.

[Toto-san]

As Wayne neared the blue dot, he heard the screeching of tires and the sound of crashing. He suddenly found himself in the car with Lydia again, smoke and the smell of... He shook his head and pulled a feather out of his arm to ground himself. He wasn't there. He was here. He picked up dull sounds of speech but couldn't make out what they were saying, so he obliged his curiosity and began to walk toward the noises. Spotting several people through the goggles in his gas mask, he breathed a sigh and cocked his head, paying particular attention to the clothing worn by two of them. Perhaps it was something makeshift intended to help them survive the radiation that was no doubt approaching dangerous levels, now. Hesitating at the tree line near the stopped cars, that thought bade him to begin walking along the road and toward the blue dot again. These people were likely here for the same reasons he was. He wasn't going to get caught up in anything else before he even made it there. None of them looked injured, either.

What if they would be soon? What if they started fighting? Maybe he hadn't crossed the line yet and could help them. Maybe he didn't have to remain being the person he had been on the highway. Wayne hesitated again and simply resolved to stand still and observe until he knew if there was a danger for any of them, yet. He turned his head to watch the scene unfold further.

[Tally Cat]

Pepper walked up some stairs to the upper level of the former command center of her former missile silo and gazed at some other screens with the same CCTV camera feed., seeing more movement and even clear sights of people who looked like they were expecting to be shot at any second. She couldn't blame them for that. She sat down at a chair near the cameras and opened a laptop that was hooked up to all of the controls that she'd need to talk to the people outside and otherwise interact with them before she allowed them in. She checked on the systems. She still seemed to have a stable link between her and all of the cameras, the launcher hidden on the roof of the entrance, all of the locks, etc. That was all of the external stuff. She had checked on all the internal stuff earlier in the day, when the world had first ended.

"All good. Time to receive some guests," Pepper said and leaned back in the chair after hooking up the mic and preparing the connection between it and the speakers outside. She would go live again with her voice changing program when more people had gathered.

[kepora]

"PROTECT. THE FUCKING. CAR." Scrounge re-iterates at Richter, giving him a firm, commanding point with his free index finger. The rat marches towards the truck, making sure the hammer was engaged. He stood straight, well over 6 feet tall and even gaining about an inch from his boots - letting his posture and overall presence command authority. ...If the 45-caliber revolver wasn't enough, that is. He watches the two stumble out of the truck, pausing and blinking as he looked at one, then the other. First, how in the fuck where they still moving after crashing in an old truck like that? Secondly...

"...What the fuck are you wearing?" He asks after hearing the female speak, making his stand halfway between the car and them, leveling the revolver - though still staying somewhat relaxed. He glanced around..then spotted the bird watching from the road. He narrows his gaze a bit, taking a couple of steps back - keeping all three of them in his field of vision. Fuck. Everyone and their sister was converging on that signal. If he had any chance of lasting long-term, he had to get there - now. "...You." He says to the female, nodding his head upwards. "If you aren't crippled, pull that shit off and get in the car if you want a ride to the bunker. If ya are, I can shoot ya now or let one of them handle it. Either way, choose quick." He backs up towards his car further - glancing over his shoulder just to make sure his stowaway hadn't bailed yet. And he hadn't. Good. "Tick-tock tick-tock, make up your mind."

[azirik]

Amber still holding up her hands motioned to the other that crawled from the truck "We're both ok....and we'd love a ride to the bunker but we'd rather not take this stuff off till we're inside. With whats in the air right now these are a lot better than getting sick from everything in the air." Amber hurried over and helped Morgan up and they both followed the rat with the gun towards the car, Morgan looked back at Wayne and motioned to him. Not knowing who would make it everyone who could survive and get here was an added person to survival. Once reaching the car Amber looked at the rat and gave her best thank you smile, failing to remember she had a mask on at that moment. Morgan stood behind Amber "We need to get moving now....the bunkers just up the road we can hurry up the road if we need to, but what we're wearing stays on till we're inside."

[kepora]

Scrounge levels his revolver at the two, narrowing his gaze. "I'm not in the mood to fuck around. What did I say?" He looks at Amber. "I said YOU. And I said take that shit off; it ain't gonna help ya. If anything, your dumb ass is going to suffocate." He cricks his neck, sneering a little. "Last chance. Do what I say or I leave ya both here."

[Toto-san]

Wayne could barely hear the conversation that was going on but he did and as Scrounge pointed his gun at the two coyotes, he began to walk quietly toward him until he was close enough to be heard. He pulled his gun out of the back of his pants and turned the safety off, pointing it at Scrounge and sighing. He took a deep breath.

"You take both... or I take both in your car," Wayne said simply, managing to keep his hand from shaking as he kept the gun level with the rat's head. He let out another sigh and gazed for a brief moment to the car where he saw another person, a teenager, sitting in the back of the muscle car. His gaze moved back to the rat as he thought about the implications of what he was doing, now. It wasn't the same as the highway. This time the stranger was still holding his gun. This time if he had to shoot him it wouldn't be the same. Wayne breathed quickly for a moment. "Gun... on the ground. I.... I don't trust you," Wayne continued.

[Shani]

In the distance, a bicycle came rolling over a hill, coming into view of the group of people gathered around the car crash scene. "Ding-ding", rang the bell cheerfully, perhaps to draw the group's attention to its rider's arrival. The rider, a pink headed spotted skunk, was waving her arm enthusiastically.