Utterly Mad

City 23, also know as Piety, was a bustling metropolis twenty years ago. It's tall building stretched high into the sky as citizens went about their day. However a pandemic that humanity was never equipped for emerged far below these high raises. Here the carnage was enough to seal the city off from the outside world, cutting the survivors from power, water, and heat. The survivors fled into these 200 story apartment complexes and sealed themselves off from the outside world by destroying the stairs behind them. But as their supplies ran low, those with the ability to run across the weakening rooftops kept these places supplied. Now it is twenty years later and as the supplies run thin, these survivors fought amongst themselves. But below them lies a beast, waiting for flesh to fall from the sky to feed their unending hunger.

This is the world you find yourself, where a single slip can send you falling hundreds of feet into a pit of gnashing teeth and rending claws. But you know that as the supplies running out, you'll have to search closer and closer to the Bottoms. To cope with this, most communities accept cannibalism as a common practice to help add even out the food supplied by the roof top gardens. Still, you know that even if you were to wipe out every single Afflicted from the city that this would not hold forever. It was then that the first thing from outside world played over the Dorm radio...

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The Classes

Each character belongs to one of the three classes of Piety. As you advance in levels you gain perks and skills that you can level which will allow you to do some pretty interesting shit later on.

The Arbiter: Large, heavy, and decked in armor from head to toe. They specialize in close combat with their large makeshift shields made from car doors or large street signs. However they are very slow are very poor on their feet.

The Scavvie: When you need to find part and the same bastard to build the damn thing, you get a Scavvie. Wearing light to medium armor this guy is good at ranged weapons such as the battery launcher and the Impaler.

The Runner: Fastest people of the colony who are able to get around the easiest. They wear no armor and little clothing to make sure they lose little speed. They prefer to stay out of combat but if they are spotted use whatever is on hand.

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Name:
Class:
Age:
Physical Description:

Name: Kleo
Class: Scavver
Age: 25
Physical appearance: Kleo is a 6'9 male with a thin, dense, build and has bright blue eyes with dark brown hair with streaks of black. He's dressed in a pair of jeans holes patched with various cloths and duct tape, a winter jacket with the same treatment, a makeshift leather vest with various pouches, a gas mask with a crack in one lens and one missing completely, a leather belt with some pouches and loops sewn onto it, a set of hand wraps, an old school bag, and his most prized possession a pair of good, flexible, sneakers.

I don't know what you're talking about. *Crosses arms and looks away*

Name:Zaweri Runewright
Class:Scavvie
Age:17
Physical Description:Fairly muscular for a Scavvie of his age, Zaweri wears a pair of jeans, broken at multiple spots, a tank top, and a leather jacket. He also wears a old heavily repaired riot helmet given to him by his father on his dying breath. (His father had looted it before the zombies went all apeshit. His father classified as an Arbiter, while his mother was a Runner.) He also wears a pair of improvised shoes, mostly constructed out of cloth and tape of all sorts.

(His father had looted it before the zombies went all apeshit. His father classified as an Arbiter, while his mother was a Runner.)

Oh his mother was a Runner you say? *Wiggles eyebrows*

Paxton, despite being expedition leader, awakes a bit later than everyone else, catching only the last few numbers as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. He tilts his head and raises a brow at the radio, a small shrug following these gestures, before rolling off the patched air mattress that serves as his bed and standing as tall as he can, a big smile on his face.

"Well now, y'all know what's on today's schedule!" He beams. With a quick glance, it's obvious he was sleeping in the equipment he's wearing out today... "Scav day! We're off, gents! Come on, get yer shite packed and loaded, travel light, you know the drill!"

Paxton's hand gingerly pulls his prized Spiker off the nearby table of supplies, his grey eyes looking it over. A beautiful little weapon, really. Light, but the high-tension cord means it packs a real punch, and the bolts are easily constructed with wood or plastic shafts, and heads built with anything from nails to ceramic shards to thick copper wire.

Kleo gets up a dreamless sleep, he sits up from rollmat and stretches. He walks over to a medium sized metal box inside his room, inside is various knick-knacks and other things, he grabs his Battery Launcher along with a pouch with some dead batteries. He loads the 'Launcher with batteries. He walks out of his dorm and heads to where the group is about to disembark.

With the group assembled the only thing left to decide was the route to take to the old Shopping Complex. There were two ways taken, both with their own unique problems and challenges.

The quickest way would be to head five buildings west and then cross the 100 foot bridge to cross the street. The end of the bridge is a popular site of ambush. Afterward the team would have to go 5 buildings north.

The longer way is to go 10 buildings east and then make your way through the old sky bridge inside the college. The site though is known to harbor the occasional Afflicted.