The final bloom apocalypse RP!

(reminds me of the game called Mycopsychosys)
Atlas: I gotta get out of here...

(That's funny, because this is inspired by it! Just with my own twist on things though!)

The train station was one of the few desolate places without corpses or bloom, just empty trains with doors still open.

No stench, no rotting... just calm atmosphere in the ruins.

Everything else bloomed like wildfire, sprouting from one corpse to another like making a web of roots consuming the flesh.

But either way it still wasn't safe anywhere...

unless Atlas found a bandana to use during the bloomings pollen hours, either that or find someone to take a bandana from.

(Violet sighed walking around her breath shaking as she saw all the corpses around her, she was only 15) what do I do..

The crimson blooming corpses laid still in the softly windy day, the morning was still young as Violet wandered around the rubble and debri.

Everything was still and quiet, like the Earth had fallen once more.

...

Wandering around was proved useul as Violet could then after a while see a small little family home.
And it was someone.. or something, in there.

The mild coughing echoed across the wasteland.

Given the circumstances of this apocalypse, there was no way you wanted to be alone during the Blooms invasive hours.

(Violet sighed looking around, looking for a place to hide)

(Question, weren’t you in a MSMG murder mystery stream? My old acct I was. Cassie_Ruin)

There was no place to hide, the blooming hours were soon to come.
Violet would have to hurry now... or atleast cover all wounds and their face from the pollen.

Observing the wasteland was a mess, there was so many corpses that it was hard not to want to look away, but Violet had to keep going and find atleast SOMETHING to get to her destination...

(Yep, I was in that lol, I miss the msmg murder mystery roleplays a lot)

(Yeah after I joined it went dead so quickly.)

(Violet looking around and saw a hill, after thinking she starting climbing up some building to get to it, afterwards she cut off her sleeve and tied it around her nose and mouth, enough to breath but also enough to not let the spores in (I think)

(MSMM kinda died since most in it quit imgflip, some others in the first season also went through stuff like cake doctor who never returned)

Climbing up the hill was proven difficult, loose rocks could fall on Violets face if she wasnt careful.

But she did it, although with slight side effect of a rock falling on her wrist, unnoticably scratching into her skin leaving a small open wound.

The wind started picking up speed now, but atleast it was calm on the hill, and not too many corpses around.

(I somehow remember me and Cake doctors son Ivan being in a ship and we didn’t even fight it)

(Violet putted her hands behind her back, then sat down talking to herself) how do I even get up there now.

(OMG HI AGAINNNN! Can I use some clone wars OCs, maybe?)

(Ofc! Fun seeing you again!)

(yayyyy. Believe it or not, I actually have a little task force now!)

*CT-3987 poked his head out of their makeshift shelter, helmet on tight and scanners, well, scanning the area. nope, no heat signatures around; just rusting metal and ship graveyard. he ducked back inside and turned to the rest of what remained of his once strong battalion, the 403rd*
Waves (CT-3987): still nothing *the rest of the group reacted in a variety of ways, but for the most part, it was really just groans of frustration. an ARC trooper standing in the corner rolled his eyes, scoffing in annoyance*
Ryxo (ARC-2429): I told you that signal isn't going anywhere *a younger trooper sitting at the ships controls scowled back, eyes narrowed at the complaint*
Dex: (CT-6561): *snapping back* why don't YOU try and work out how to broadcast off-planet, oh mighty ARC trooper *the fourth of the remaining 10 groaned and flopped back on the ground*
Gunner (CT-3555): *despairingly* ugh, we've been here for months! we're never getting out of here!

(thats amazing!)

The still Earth was as empty as Hoth if the snow and Wampas and other wildlife would have died in an instant, although there was barely anyone alive at this point, the little parts left of civilsation was rotting.

Corpses bloomed and pollen spread by the wind constantly, and your only best friend to help would be a bandana since airfilters had quickly been proved useless against the parasitic pollen.

It was weird... safe to say that atleast.

The shelter was good enough for now, but certain parts would ofcourse be better if scrapped or fixed up.

The wind outside started to pick up speed by now, the pollen spreading with it into the airducts.

Although everything SEEMED normal, they all would have to be careful.

Then there was a soft cough. Shallow as ever.

Not a good sign at all.

Someone in this battilion... was gonna soon loose it, or mutate with the parasite pollen.
But who?

(you decide who's first to show signs of getting the Pollen in a wound)

*Immediately, everyone looked at each other. it was dead silent between them all as they looked around before another cough, more muffled this time, was heard from the corner. everyone slowly turned their heads to look at CT-0900, who had been by the window looking outside. slowly, he looked back, the silence deafening, until an older clone with his brown eyes filled with wariness broke the silence*
Jexxon (CT-9966): *slowly* Pup . . . did you just cough . . .

The trooper, Pup, turned back and looked at the rest of his crew, he looked ashamed and really did look like he was already gone.

He had since long lost appetite and coughed worse and worse, but it had all been excused for a little flu which was barely nothing harmful anymore.

Pup sighed, not exactly meeting with his comrades eyes.

"If I said I was actually sick you guys would just get rid of me like how the Kaminoians only wanted perfections..."

He glanced back at the window now, staring coldly, yet in a nervous way at a nearby corpse laying in the fields of the broken ecosystem.

"I.. don't want to become like those forgotten soldiers.."

*everyone was silent, listening to their vod speak yet already mentally spiraling. Ryxo looked angry upon hearing the news- then again, when wasn't he angry? a clone sitting in one of the bunks then spoke
Tango (CT-2351): *lowly* How long have you known this, vod'ika? *the Medic's voice was calm, but it was still filled with more bite than anything Ryxo could growl out*

"..three rotations now..." CT-0900(Pup) responded with hesitation, he put his head in his arms and glanced at the medic, then at Ryxo.

"I...I am sorry I hid it from you guys- I- I should have told before it was t..too late-!"

Pup coughed more violently this time, he shuddered softly, he'd slap himself with an ashamed stare.

"..It's probably already too late for me at this point..."

He'd fidget with his gloved hands, he had not taken those off in a while, but this looming bloom could be why now.

*Tango climbed down from the bunk and walked over to Pup, bandana tied under his helmet and gloves doubled. everyone watched in silence as Tango approached their sick vod, not a single breath other than Pup's to be heard. Tango gently rubbed the younger clone's back soothingly before picking him up and walking him over to a small room*

Tango: *flatly* I'm not throwing you out while you're still sentient, *he placed Pup down inside the room, flicked on a lantern, and walked back to the door without him* but I can't have you interacting with the others. I'll bring you food *Tango then shut the door and sealed it, taking off the second pair of gloves and placing them in a box. he then looked at the rest of the 403rd, who were staring at him in shock* . . . what

Jexxon: *surprised* "what"?! you just locked our vod'ika in Tick's room *Tango rolled his eyes as he wiped down his armor from where Pup had touched it*

Tango: The commander's room has a bed in it, and the door seals tightly. plus, Krell added that thing to lock it from the outside, remember? *everyone shifted uncomfortably at the mention of their old general, a few people shuddering as they remembered being trapped inside. then, as Tango climbed back into his bunk, he scoffed and added* it's not like I shoved Pup into a storage closet or something. I gave him a _room_ *The 403rd looked at each other worriedly. Sure, what Tango said was true and all . . . *

***But it still didn't change the fact that Pup was now locked in a room with the dead body of their Commander after he had a little date with a rope***

(You there?)

(yeah, sorry, had to go on mini hiatus)

(You're all good!)

[Heres the infection stages info!]

Stage one: mild blurry vision, shallow breathing, lack of appetite.

Stage two: Vision blur gets worse, violent reactions against pain.

Stage three: Appetite increases suddenly, might react more primative and aggressive at rare points.

Stage four: Red pulsating roots looking like veins start growing, vision increasingly gets worse.

Stage five: Subject is beyond help at this point. Senses may highten in ability and they'll stare at the sun for hours.

Stage six: If not already mutated with an test antidote, the subject might experience following symptoms previously mentioned a lot more.

Stage seven: A final bloom.

At this stage, the blooming red flower will grow more rapidly, sprouting eventually from its host to spread the pollen quicker. If unlucky, the host will feel everything and mutate to protect the bloom.

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Mutation info:

There's many ways to also get mutated, if you get immune(not fully immune though) or etc don't experience symptoms.

Test antidote usages can be proven useful in this roleplay for increased stats.

(Please don’t respond to the roleplay by the stages info! Make it an individual comment. Thanks!)

(The last of us ahh vibes. Anyway, new OC I just made, Elinor. Irish, ofc)

*She's keeping her guard up- always glancing around at the scenery, watching hesitantly for danger*