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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:24 pm
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The USS Harry S. Truman was in it's home port of Richmond, Virginia when things went south. They hd orders to bug out and link up with the rest of the Atlanic Fleet at an undisclosed location. Upon hearing these orders, the captain, who had ordered his Carrier ship out and follow orders, had a change of conscience.
"Alright sailors, we have a choice to make," his voice boomed over the intercoms as the sailors and their families scurried throughout the ship, "We can either save our hides and link up with Atlantic Fleet, or we can fulfill our duty as servicemen and help as many of those poor stranded b****rds on the shore as we can. What do you say?" All through the hull and deck of the ship, you could hear mixed shouts and responses. However, the majority of them shouted something in the positive. A sailor entered the bridge, saying that the crew had voted majority yes to try and save as many people as they could. The captain turned course around, sailing back to Norfolk to rescue people. There was mass chaos that marked the shoreline of Virginia. When they pulled into port, Marines immediatley set up a perimeter so people could be quickly examined and then sent on board. Of the approximatley 5,680 approximate maximum servicemen capacity, only about 3,000 were aboard the ship with their families. Combined with the refugees rescued, the USS Harry S. Truman set sail with a total of almost 7,500 total people. They set sail away from the country they once called home.
It is now 1 1/2 years after the Great Panic. The deck of the USS Harry S. Truman is cramped with tents and shacks made from scrap metal, blankets, aircraft parts, and even parts of the shi itself that were unessential to survival. Below decks are just as crowded, with hardly any room to move without bumping someone. Every week, a patrol is sent out to the nearby land to search for much needed supplies and the possibility of survivors. Both of the the previous are in scarce supply, and sometimes the Patrols return with nothing, or sometimes they don't return at all. Anchored 100 miles off the coast of massachusetts, the cold of the Atlantic air combined with the bitter cold of winter takes it's toll on the ship. People are jsut barely clinging to life, with little food and water, and almsot no haven from t cold, they often sleep in large groups to stay warm.
(This RP is meant to bring forth other aspects of the zombie apocalypse than jsut zombies. There is little food and water, almost no medicine, so you face hunger, thirst, disease. And you're also on the ocean, so you also face exposure to the elements, and also Mother Nature. Winer storms, tsunamis, and tidal waves can occur randomly, as well as technical failures and accidents. This whole RP, as stated before, is to emphasize the other half of surviving the zombie apocalypse besides zombies. Zombies will be introduced to the Carrier, but not right away. Andplease, for the love of God, don't everyone pick to be a sailor or a marine with a bazooka that kicks ***. The msot you can be is a guard for right now, otherwise just civilians. Remember, there is little room for anything except what you need to survive, so no like hidden stashes of like guns or anything like that.)
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:01 pm
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"Hey! break it up break it up!" Joe said, pushing the two men apart, "What exactly is the problem here?!"
Joe listened to the man's story about how the other man had stolen his food.
"Is this true?" Joe asked, moving to a more comforstable position as he moved his MP5 down to his side as he turned to the other man.
"Fred, this is the last time I'm going to tell you. If you steal from people, you get thrown in the brig. You kow the rules. We're barely ahnging on as it is, we don't need to ahve to worry about hiding our food rations, too."
Joe turned around, whistling to another guard, "Take Fred here to the brig! Two days, one-third rations. We'll see how he likes not having anything to eat."
Joe turned to his partner at his side as the other guard led Fred away.
"It's getting worse," he whispered to his guard buddy, Jack, "There are more and more fights over food every day. I wonder how long it will be before they notice that our rations are almost dry."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:39 pm
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Jason stood in the background, his bandana pulled up over his nose, his hood overtop of his flat-brim hat, watching everything that happened. Jason nodded to two of his friends and they ran to their positions to watch the hallways to the supply room. Jason ran to the supply room door and hid behind the crate, he pulled out a old walkie talkie and spoke into it, "Alright, I'm in position, I'll try to grab what I can for all of our families in the east side of the carrier, but I need you guys to be ready to cover me when I run, and I need the rest of you guys to lock the place down." Jason waited for a moment before a voice came across the other line, "Don't worry, we're ready Jason."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:44 pm
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By the time the tow got to the side of the boat, Alpha and Bravo had already established a perimeter behind some pre-deployed crates, sandbags and pallets. Joe walked over to the edge, dropping the retrieval lines just as the zodiac pulled up. Joe waited for the zodiac people to hook up their boat, and then pushed the button on the wench, hoisting them up to deck level. When they appeared, there were four people, heavily armed that jumped onto the deck, then turning to hand several boxes to Joe and Richter.
"Damn, these things are heavy! what did you find, lead bowling balls or something?" Joe said as he was given three boxes. Alpha and Bravo had made a path across the deck to a door that led down into the hull, to the cargo bay. He could hear the thousands of people shouting various things, which did nothing more than hurt his ears, "I hope they got some ear plugs in this run!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:11 pm
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