Rise of the Horny Dead RP Thread

[TCELESBHSUP]

Catching her breath after a while of moving along, Alexandra would manage to find her way into a quiet building. It didn't sound like there were zombies within, at least (then again, zombies in this universe just ninja'd in when they felt like it). Perhaps there would be supplies. With some effort, she moved a chair to set it under the handle, in order to at least hinder anyone that tried to open it up. Even with that precaution, she kept her knife at the ready, walking through the house slowly. Carpeted floors made it far easier for her to sneak around- it muffled the sounds of her footsteps, luckily enough. She was really, really hoping that she'd encounter some living, sane being to at least converse with after that little episode... The fact that she was raped, and had gotten off to it despite her wishes, was a hugely shameful experience. And it'd be nice to have someone guard her while she slept for once. She was always the one staying up for others.

Plus, human company was never a bad thing when it came to a lonely soul.

[Philosopher]

"It's still fresh," I mutter to myself even as I gently poke at the small puddle of splooge in the middle of the street (with a discarded stick of course, no way I was touching that viral gunk directly). Following the trail of whoever had left this evidence of rape behind, heading deeper into the city, I can well imagine what had happened here.
I had followed my routine and headed towards the eastern outskirts of Kellington, determined to find a new survivor I would lend aid to. Unfortunately, I had been too late; I had found a zombie, with indications it had recently raped someone (the still wet extended length of its penis was more than enough proof) and tracked down its path until I had found this conclusive puddle of spent semen. Damn it, if I hadn't taken so long trying to loot some food I'd have managed to make it in time to save whoever received the zed's "loving" mercy!
Shaking my head to dissuade my guilt (a futile action but still somewhat effective) I decided to recriminate myself further later; right now a patient required my aid. Given the chances, whoever he or she was may have attracted a group of zeds and be halfway infected by now; these walkers didn't care much for gender once you were caught. Disturbingly, the survivor had received enough loads to leave a somewhat trackable trail, I'd just have to keep my eyes peeled and follow the trail of dripping semen.
Fortunately, a ruckus somewhere else in the city was attracting the local zeds interest, and they were quick to move away, making following the path much easier. The trail would come to an end at the doorstep of an abandoned family house, probably middle to low class given the neighborhood. A larger puddle of gunk had pooled at the main entrance, probably from where the victim took the time to unlock the door. I try to open the door, however a weight on the other side kept me from opening the entrace. Smart yet foolish at the same time; that would depend on whatever circumstances my trackee found within the house. Hopefully I wasn't about to step right into the middle of an orgy.
Given that the front door was blocked, I'd have to find another entrance. The building was a two-floor house, so I'd probably find a backdoor. I was in luck, and the door was open as well, so I had no issue stealing my way inside. From there I made my way back to the entrance, taking caution at each corner to ensure I wasn't about to be assaulted, and then tried to find my would be patient. At this point, the spunk drippling down their legs must have been absorbed by the carpeted floor and I wasn't good enough to notice the depressions in the wool, so I decided that I would first secure the building; I went about every room, checking behind the furniture and sealing the windows. I'm certain that despite my stealth anyone alert within the building had heard the noise.
Luck was truly looking upon us today; the building was void of zeds or other hazards and I was able to secure the window locks and the front and back doors, following the survivor's idea of using a chair to stick them in place. Once that was done, I steeled myself for the next part of the strategy: holler out.
Hopefully the rape victim had calmed down enough by now to not shoot me. "Hello? Hey, can anyone hear me!" I began to shout softly as my way through the buolding, keeping to the first floor for now. "Look, I'm a doctor! I can help you if you need it."

[TCELESBHSUP]

After having secured a sleeping place in the house and having swept the entire place- no zombies to be found, from what she'd seen and heard, although she hadn't checked the basement- Alexandra set her gear aside as she entered the bathroom. She kept it all nearby, just so she could reach her gun or knife if she truly needed it. She doubted it. Stripping down with a look of disgust at the sheer amount of seed she'd been filled with, the sniper shuddered. What if just one anti-biotic wasn't enough? She'd just have to hope it was. She only had two left, and she'd prefer not to overdose on the damn things if possible. She didn't know what brand they were or the dosage one should take in the case of being infected by gang-rape. Who did, really?

She had to get herself cleaned up, and her clothes. Walking around smelling of spooge would probably attract unwanted attention- particularly, from the zed that wandered Kellington. What a horrible place. Sure, she knew it wasn't that great anywhere, but she'd heard it was better towards here. Either the people who told her that were lying fucking sadists, or it really was and the world was just a shit-hole now. Checking the bath, she'd find that surprisingly, there was running water. No hot water, but she could deal with that. She was military, after all. Had to deal with far worse previously. She just hoped that the water wasn't infected with whatever the zed had. Time to have a soak, she guessed.

Once she got a foot in... She heard a man shouting throughout the house. That damn idiot would get them both caught by zed, no matter how soft he was trying to keep his voice! And the 'doctor' card had been played on her before. No way was she trusting it again. Grabbing her rifle, she'd remove the scope quickly and set it back with her gear, checking it was loaded and the safety was off. Then, she'd point it right at the door, aiming for vaguely where the chest was on the average male.

[Philosopher]

As expected, my shout didn't get the wanted response and was instead met with utter silence. I had already determined that the rape victim was in this house, so there only left one fact.
Whoever the survivor was, they were wary and probably shoot first.
The knowledge that I may actually have a gun trained on me right that second in turn made me cautious as well . Damned world, gone to pot, no one can trust a seemingly friendly and helpful hand without expecting the dagger in the back...
Still, I had handled these situations before. Got a lot of diplomacy training in me from various cases, although many of them went sour. First, locate the aggravated person. Given the sound of running water, that pinpointed the victim to one of the bathrooms on the second floor, where I immediately directed myself to.
There I took caution and gently turned the knob; unlike the front door, this one turned fully and I almost opened the door fully open before reason kicked back in and I returned it to the doorframe. I did not want to aggravate my rescued further by invading their privacy. There still remained the chance the shower was a trap and whoever was in this house with me was waiting for me to go in and thus corner myself in the room...
Dammit, I'd have to go out on a limb here... Clearing my throat, I then proceeded to knock gently on the door, assuming a relaxed and friendly posture (utterly fake, given my nervousness at the fact I may be shot any second). "Hello, are you in there? Look, I just want to help, I even have some medicine with me, something better than antibiotics, plus a few bandages." there, that was my opening offer, hopefully whoever was in there would take it.

[TCELESBHSUP]

Staying utterly silent, the water running behind her, Alexandra would keep her eyes and aim trained on the door. There was no telling if the man was lying or not. "... Come in." She said, her voice flat. She didn't move an inch other than to flick the safety off, breathing in slowly to steady her aim. Any sign of hostility, and she'd simply fire a silent shot directly into the man's chest. If not, well, she would remain a naked woman trying to wash herself and her clothing after having been gang-raped by the undead. With a very deadly rifle in hand.

[Kuragari]

(GM rolling to mess with players- Roll for zombies closing in on PC locations, PC's involved Philosopher and TCELEB. GM Roll is-7. Zombies are in the general vicinity of the house now, with at least...two now entering within ten feet of the house.

Rolling for Random Reaper...14. A Reaper is also in the area...it will be ridding the area of the zeds that have entered its territory, but will likely try to get into the house, and have better chances of doing so)

[Philosopher]

I grimace as the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked echoed through the door, and although I wasn't much of an arsenal expert I knew that whatever she (that soft tenor was hard to misplace) was carrying was damn big. Wetting my dry lips, chapped from the anxiety, I steel my bravery (or foolishness) with a breath and announce myself with a muuter of "I'm coming inside," before pulling lightly on the door knob again. This time I swing the door wide open at a reasonably slow rate so as to not spook the woman inside, and also making sure to keep both of my hands visible and noticeably empty of any weapons.
No way I was going in unarmed though, as my presentation should have also attracted the girl's sight to the two daggers on my person; one attacked to a holster I'd sewn onto my vest, and the other hanging from my leather belt. The message sent was "I may come in peace, however I won't hesitate to defend myself."
As I come into the wash I wince at the girl's condition; even though the semen the undead had unloaded on and in her body had mostly dried now and caked itself on her skin, the unnaturally white gunk was evidence of the abuse my patient had undergone before I could reach her, flaring up my sense of guilt. I am certain a slight flash of pity must have passed by my features for a few moments before they hardened; this time as I began to evaluate the young adult's condition.
Whoever the girl before me was, she had undergone severe sexual abuse. Her genitals were still bruised from the forceful penetration, what I could pick out from between the splatters of dry seed, and her tush was also changing color from harsh grabbing. Her lips were also chaffing, the woman had been forced to receive oral as well, but apart from that I couldn't pick out any other injuries apart from scraped knees (she must have been forced to the ground) and other cuts and abrasions from picking her way through rubble.
My healing instincts finally pushed through my caution and I didn't take as much care with my movements as I dropped to a knee so I could get a better reach to the packs on my belt. "I am Kroiyan," I intone even as I begin to unload one of my special herbal remedies and a pack of gauze, along with the few cans of beans and a small bottle of water I'd found earlier this day, my tone relaxed and confident from experience. "I am an Inyanga, a healer. I was looking for survivors when I spotted your... assailants and tracked you down to this house. I have some spare supplies, you are welcome to use them," I make a point of sliding the bottle of water and the cans of food over to her, well out of my reach; I wasn't going inside the bathroom and stuck by the doorframe, so as to not disturb the woman's personal bubble. Should I do so I doubt she'd hesitate to shoot me down with that large sniper of hers. I make a point of waiting a moment, utterly still, waiting for the rape victim to pick up the rations I'd tossed her before continuing. "I am sorry to see that your welcome to this city did not go as well as you'd hoped. The undead walkers here... they have changed, as you have no doubt experienceded. Instead of mauling they now focus entirely on breeding, passing their virus through sexual fluids." I still maintain my clinical tone; not out of spite or distain for the girl's fate but to make her calm, to instill confidence that I know what I am doing. As I continue I then make a point of reaching down to a small wrapped bag full of what appears to be orange spice, presenting it as clearly as I can in the dim light before I also toss it to the woman. "You will require medicine to counteract the infection. I am trained in the Art of Herbalism, and this is one of a few special packets I have developed. It will act more effectively than the usual antibiotics pill, about thrice as effective."

[TCELESBHSUP]

"Get inside. Shut the door. Lock it." She ordered him. A strong and imperative tone- definitely military, if it wasn't obvious enough from her equipment. She lowered her gun, flicking the safety back on and setting it aside. "I've already taken an anti-biotics pill. I'd be wasting it if your 'healing' does what you say it does." Soon enough, Alexandra was standing up and getting in the bath. Cold, but she could live with it. She was made of sterner stuff than what just cold water could bother. Washing herself dutifully as she spoke, she would keep an eye on this 'Kroiyan' person, still not trusting him completely. He'd announced his presence, certainly, but it could've been a ploy of some sort.

[Philosopher]

Although I completely understand the undeclared order of "stay", and the stranger's need of it for her safety, I still feel my pride being stung by the woman's incredulity.
I was a healer! I had been charged with the sacred duty of looking after my fellow brothers and sisters, to ail those deserving of treatment and destroy those tainted of madness, and this girl had the gall to remain disbelieving of my intentions to the point she'd forsake her privacy to keep me in sight, that absurdly long gun in close reach.
Still, I suppose not all was bad. Any lustful intentions I would gave had with such a beauty nearby (I was still male after all) were kept in check with the knowledge that currently, although I wasn't performing any active duties of an Inyanga, she was my patient and all I would allow myself to feel for her was my empathy.
Thus I relegated myself to a clinical watch duty. I would remain, almost unnaturally still, within the bathroom and keep my gaze firmly on her, not out of interest but for my clinical duty to assess her injuries and their rate of recovery, keeping sure to remain by the closed door and well out of her privacy bubble. There was nothing else I could offer the stranger for the moment.

[TCELESBHSUP]

One couldn't blame the military woman for feeling just the slightest bit of paranoia- it was healthy in small doses, after all. Plus, with all the crazy shit happening these days, people ended up a bit... Loopy, at times. Thinking and acting irrationally, they'd go out of their way to harm others all in order to boost their chances, when in reality they might just lower them as a result. Either way, her rifle had been laid flat on the floor, beside the tub. A small sign of peace. "So. Kroiyan. You followed me because you were... Concerned, or something?"

[Philosopher]

"Hmm? Ah, yes, I was concerned indeed," I mumble in reply, having noticed the rather obvious meaning behind the stranger's placement of her rifle and finally relaxing slightly. "I am Inyanga, a traditional healer, charged with the sacred duty of caring for my fellow brothers and sisters. When I realized someone had been assaulted I hurried to give aid. It is part of my core, it was only natural, even if my selflessness tends to cause me some troubles."
I grimace slightly at this point, having spotted a rather nasty bruise on the woman's back. Even though the shower was doing an excellent job of cleansing the girl of her... stains, as the filth fell from her body the more visible any injuries she had sustained became. Even now I was taking out the herbs and the small bowl and chisel from my pouch and began crushing the leaves into a paste. I had already pocketed the Herbal Remedy my patient had rejected; I planned on giving it to her later once the antibiotics she took began to fade.
"I have settled slightly further into the city, and prepared a safe abode where I prepare most of my salves. I have been in Kellington for a few months now, and my routine consists of finding ahny unfortunate survivors that make their way to this trap and helping them survive until they leave. I have had a few successes, so far, so you will be safe with me."

[TCELESBHSUP]

"Right." Alexandra said, taking a few moments to think. She'd been roughed up a fair bit, certainly, but she didn't care. She'd just walk it off- it didn't even hurt particularly. The bruise on her back, for example, looked worse than it really was. It'd only hurt if something pressed into it. "I've never really believed in herbal medicine. Always seemed like a fad to me. Sorry if that offends you or anything." What a non-apology on her part! Spoken like a pro. "Just a personal opinion."

After a minute or two more of her bathing, Alexandra would step out of the bath. She seemed completely unashamed at her body being on display, simply grabbing a towel and beginning to dry herself off. She needed to get dressed and re-secure the house, just in case any zed decided to turn up on the doorstep. Or worse.

[Philosopher]

I can feel my eyebrow twitch at just how unapologetic my patient was being. I was certain that had this been some american cartoon, a vein on my forehead would be visibly throbbing. I am indeed offended you rude woman!
Seeing her begin to get dressed however, I finally move to help. Not concerned with her lack of dress, and uncaring for her permission (possibly because of her offhand remark) I slip in behind her with a handful of herbal paste which I attempt to apply generously to the large bruise on her back.
(d20: 14 above, Kroiyan is succesful in applying the paste. ROLL 18, application is succesful)
It appears the stranger was a great deal more weak than she expected as I manage to get behind her without much issue and slap the medicine to her injury. I had mixed green and yellow herbs to create a numbing agent, which would soothe any pain my patient was getting from that particular area. Once I was certain enough paste was applied I let the girl go from the grip I had caught her in and step back, wary of any retaliation.
"Perhaps that will assure you that I am not a hoax, eh?" I shoot back as I am certain that the girl's injury has immediately been soothed, giving off a smug smirk. Once she realizes just how good I actually am at my job, I wave the pack of gauze and a roll of bandages at her mockingly. "My offer of supplies is still available. I have enough to cover me back at my saferoom."

Unaware because of our conversation, two of the zombies that had wandered closer to the house begin banging on the secure northern door, having heard the running water from the shower.
(d20, 10 above the zombies fail to get inside. ROLL 10, the chair that had been placed to secure the door holds, however it creaks dangerously under the assault)

[TCELESBHSUP]

Perhaps rather than weak, she simply wasn't paying much attention as she redressed. Instead of striking in retaliation however, she would shoot a glare back at Kroiyan, both looking and sounding very, very irritated with the man. "Bad idea, touching a military woman without her permission. I'll let you slide this time but if you do it again, we'll see how good your poultices are when I break your nose." A warning, rather than a threat. She was fully intent on the fact that she would indeed strike him should the need arise. Perhaps forcibly touching a woman that was recently gang-raped wasn't a good idea.

[LadyFarah]

"By Osiris's grace, when am I going to finally meet someone that doesn't want to fuck for reasons unknown?" She complains, traveling along the river coming into the southwestern side of Kellington, keeping a fair distance away from it at the same time as she had already aware of the creatures that dwell within its depths. She wears a long, flowing dress of soft, golden like material, with a pair of white sandals that made little to no sound. She has an ammo bag attached to her right hip, carrying a modest amount of her chosen gun's ammo. Several switchblades were stashed neatly at the small of her back, in case she ever had to get close and personal, something that rarely happens as she usually runs away from the undead; the few times she was pinned, she easily turned around to her benefit, jacking off their erect cocks with her hands, feet, breasts and her tight, hot mouth.

She sighs at the memories, knowing the severe consequences of having too much sex with the creatures. Farah turns her emerald gaze towards the flowing river, narrowed in suspicion as she distanced herself further away from the water; she sighs as she tries to find some sort of civilization before perking up as she catches sight of several homes in the distance. She ups her pace, her eyes carefully keeping watch for any undead, her hand reaching towards her back to grab a switchblade just incase.

[[Brand_Name]]

"Pfsh, gimme a damned challenge." Three infected corpses lay at her feet, their decapitated heads lazily rolling around beside their respective bodies. The past few days had been pretty boring; Julie had been scavenging around the suburbs, and was making her way towards the city where things would surely get heated. Obviously, there would be many more of the infected, but there would also be more loot to scavenge. She hadn't met any other survivors on he journey yet, and hopefully the city would house somebody she could befriend.