Welcome...[ALL FREQ.]

[Zilly]

A lone figure was prone among a tangle of bushes and shrubbery, his eyes down-cast as he let a small rat snake slither through his fingers, keeping the smooth, calm creature in his hands before he relinquished one hand to key his radio. He spoke.

"Hello, my friends...and to any potential new arrivals, how ever you made it to this land..."

 

The figure rose to his knees and cast his half-lidded, yet shining eyes across the slightly oily form of the snake in his hand

  

"Its getting pretty late...you know...you find some pretty nice and interesting things once the sun goes down. ....I don't quite feel like myself..."

His body began to slowly sway from left to right, as if he was humming a soft, soothing tune in his mind.

"I've been having...strange dreams lately..."

In a slow, mechanical movement, he relinquished his hold on the serpent, which lay staring up at him. His now free hand reached back to trace the name carved into the flesh of his back...R...E...X... At once, memories began to rush back to him of the man with the ghoul's voice, the woman who hurt him, the men who sought to keep the world infected, and the men who had given him a new name... His hazel eyes seemed to...empty. Losing all emotion...becoming cold.

"But now you're here...and I'll make you feel...right at home."

Rex, for he had forgotten his real name, closed his eyes and a soft smile crossed his lips.

"Welcome to South Zagoria...enjoy your stay."

[Vapor]

*Kaiden hears Rex*

"What the fuck are you doing? Why on earth are you welcoming everyone to the apocalypse? This is just straight up fucked."

*Stops talking and waits for Rex's reply*

[Zilly]

His voice barely a whisper, Rex presses down on his radio again...

"Everybody deserves a welcome...regardless of where they are going... Besides, you're not exactly the friendliest person I know..."

Rex slumps against a fallen, rotting tree with the serpent in his hands, gazing at it even as it gazes back at him. He sets his radio, the talk button now pressed, and speaks to the reptile. 

"You've got it easy..."

[Spartan54820]

Michael picks up the radio tired after a long week.

Look mate I'm not sure if you've been living under a rock for a couple of years but this "apocalypse" has been going on for nearly 3 years if I'm not mistaken. Unless your a straight up crazy son of a bitch than why the fuck would you come here? There areant any fucking tourists mates sorry to dissapointed but your talking to ghosts.

[Vapor]

*Kaiden hears a man and he wonders what the fuck?*

"Friend. You must have been living under a rock. This "Apocalypse" is nearing a year."

*He stops and listens*

[Empress]

*Jarmo sits on the roof of a small shed, confident the rain had stopped for the night. He looks up to the sky and sees patches of star light breaking through the monotony of the clouds. Jarmo reaches into his pack, and pulls out a bottle of vodka, unscrews the cap, and drinks out of the bottle as he listens to the radio. He hears the conversation and chuckles. He wonders what the hell any of these men are on about. He continues to drink and debates whether or not he should say something. He decides to make a comment. He depresses the PTT and begins to speak.*

"Well then. How the hell does someone not know how long this hell has lasted? Also, why the hell do you care about people? Why does everyone deserve a welcome? Even so, nobody gets what they deserve. I never did... never will... All of us have lost so much, but you... somehow still care? Whatever..."

*Jarmo takes the knife out of his boot, and starts to sharpen it using the edge of the metal shed roof. You can hear it through the radio*

"I do suppose hearing this is fitting though. I finally made it here... at least I think I did. This is Chernarus right?"

*He sighs*

"Of course it is... I came all the way from Finland just to hear you all bullshitting over the radio... and somehow I thought things would have been better here... At least that was the idea. You know I should have known better after Russia... Damn Russians..."

*he sighs again and says quietly* "Miksi helvetissä minä seurata Richard..."

*He was wrong about the rain not being finished. You can hear a faint rainfall on the metal roof*

"Perkele..."

*Jarmo releases the PTT and quickly puts away his radio and vodka bottle. He slides off the top of the shed, and uses the shed to shield himself from the rain.*

[Guest Zenon]

Roger Sampson turns in his bed, looking toward the blaring radio on the nightstand as he listens to the inane ramblings of some man.

"Mrrm... seriously, guy? Why the fuck you welcoming everybody on this frequency? How'd you even get it? Know what, no, I don't even fucking care. Put a gun in your mouth and count how many times you can pull the trigger."

Releasing the transmit button and slamming the radio back down on the nightstand, Roger rolls back into his blankets and closes his eyes once more, sleep soon overtaking him.

[Zilly]

[align=right][align=left]Rex listens...letting the words of the men come through the speaker of his radio without interruption, as none are of any particular interest to him...other than the man from Finland. At his words, Rex smiles softly.

[align=left]"Well, hello to you, sir...you all have me mistaken. I know that this has been going on for quite some time now, but that doesn't change a thing. There are still survivors out there. And, even though the chance is slim to none, some of them may make there way here. By their own will or by the will of another. Either way, they deserve a welcome. There always needs to be someone who cares enough...not everybody is a heartless bastard, you know."

[align=left]He sets his radio by his side, releasing the serpent in his hand into a caved in section of the log he was laying against.

[align=left]"There you go, little buddy..."

[Combat Logo]

*Logan sits in his house, laying against the back board of his bed. It's been at least three days since he last fell asleep, so searching the radio frequencies has been his way of trying to relieve the boredom. As he listens to Rex, the banter of the everyone arguing with one another. Logan sighs and readjusts the left sleeve of his jacket so it doesn't rub against the burns. He moves the radio up to his mouth and presses down on the talk button.*

"Hey, man, I know where your coming from. Not everyone is heartless, but it seems like the heartless are outnumbering the kind-hearted... I know I try my best to help... but that's when some people will take advantage of it, knock you down, and kick you while your down until they tire out and leave you there in whatever state you're in. At that point, you got some choices to make: do you get back up, continue to help people in anyway you can, knowing the same events will happen, repeatedly, until you die; do you get up and become a lone wolf, with no interaction with anyone, so you can keep yourself safe; do you get up and become the thing that put you in the situation, to rob and kill people for pleasure and personal gain; do you get up and find a group that shares your views of life, and maybe find a way out of this hell; or do you just lay there, waiting for death to take you away, unless you're lucky enough to have a kind-hearted person come to your aid. I have been knocked down many times, and I've gotten back up to continue to help others. But... you can only take so much before it starts to weigh on you, make you question what you're doing is truly making a difference. Humanity, the humanity that seems almost none existent now, it's not gone, it's just hard to find... Buddy, if your still listening, keep on welcoming people. Safe travels and God's speed to you.

*Logan lets go of the talk button, laying it in the chair he's been using as a makeshift bedside table. He closes his eyes, waiting for the slim chance that sleep may take him. Although he doubts it will ever come.*   

[Empress]

*Logan sits in his house, laying against the back board of his bed. It's been at least three days since he last fell asleep, so searching the radio frequencies has been his way of trying to relieve the boredom. As he listens to Rex, the banter of the everyone arguing with one another. Logan sighs and readjusts the left sleeve of his jacket so it doesn't rub against the burns. He moves the radio up to his mouth and presses down on the talk button.*

"Hey, man, I know where your coming from. Not everyone is heartless, but it seems like the heartless are outnumbering the kind-hearted... I know I try my best to help... but that's when some people will take advantage of it, knock you down, and kick you while your down until they tire out and leave you there in whatever state you're in. At that point, you got some choices to make: do you get back up, continue to help people in anyway you can, knowing the same events will happen, repeatedly, until you die; do you get up and become a lone wolf, with no interaction with anyone, so you can keep yourself safe; do you get up and become the thing that put you in the situation, to rob and kill people for pleasure and personal gain; do you get up and find a group that shares your views of life, and maybe find a way out of this hell; or do you just lay there, waiting for death to take you away, unless you're lucky enough to have a kind-hearted person come to your aid. I have been knocked down many times, and I've gotten back up to continue to help others. But... you can only take so much before it starts to weigh on you, make you question what you're doing is truly making a difference. Humanity, the humanity that seems almost none existent now, it's not gone, it's just hard to find... Buddy, if your still listening, keep on welcoming people. Safe travels and God's speed to you.

*Logan lets go of the talk button, laying it in the chair he's been using as a makeshift bedside table. He closes his eyes, waiting for the slim chance that sleep may take him. Although he doubts it will ever come.*   

*Jarmo hears the man comment about the state of the world and sighs. He depresses the PTT to respond. You can hear rain hitting the metal roof above him*

"You know most people weren't prepared for this to happen. I know I sure wasn't. I learned how to be though. I did it by being heartless, by seeing the heartless, and seeing those people I was with killed. It gave me a new lease on life. Instead of hiding for months, I took a proactive approach to this hell. I adapted. I survived."

*He starts to cough a little and looks over to his rifle. There are scratches on the gun indicating the amount of people he has killed.*

"Let me tell you a little story. So here I was, with the people I called friends, on our way to this god forsaken land when we were ambushed. I wonder how many of us actually died that day... some just vanished, never to be seen again. I stepped over the bodies of others. There is no room in this world for humanity. Who cares about others, when the only thing that matters is yourself? Go get yourself killed, see what I care. I'll be there waiting to clean up the mess, if you understand me."

*Jarmo releases the PTT and leans his head back to try and get some rest. He sighs and speaks to himself "thank god this shed has no windows". He closes his eyes and tries to sleep, and has the radio next to him, should there be a response.*

[Combat Logo]

*Logan sits in his house, laying against the back board of his bed. It's been at least three days since he last fell asleep, so searching the radio frequencies has been his way of trying to relieve the boredom. As he listens to Rex, the banter of the everyone arguing with one another. Logan sighs and readjusts the left sleeve of his jacket so it doesn't rub against the burns. He moves the radio up to his mouth and presses down on the talk button.*

"Hey, man, I know where your coming from. Not everyone is heartless, but it seems like the heartless are outnumbering the kind-hearted... I know I try my best to help... but that's when some people will take advantage of it, knock you down, and kick you while your down until they tire out and leave you there in whatever state you're in. At that point, you got some choices to make: do you get back up, continue to help people in anyway you can, knowing the same events will happen, repeatedly, until you die; do you get up and become a lone wolf, with no interaction with anyone, so you can keep yourself safe; do you get up and become the thing that put you in the situation, to rob and kill people for pleasure and personal gain; do you get up and find a group that shares your views of life, and maybe find a way out of this hell; or do you just lay there, waiting for death to take you away, unless you're lucky enough to have a kind-hearted person come to your aid. I have been knocked down many times, and I've gotten back up to continue to help others. But... you can only take so much before it starts to weigh on you, make you question what you're doing is truly making a difference. Humanity, the humanity that seems almost none existent now, it's not gone, it's just hard to find... Buddy, if your still listening, keep on welcoming people. Safe travels and God's speed to you.

*Logan lets go of the talk button, laying it in the chair he's been using as a makeshift bedside table. He closes his eyes, waiting for the slim chance that sleep may take him. Although he doubts it will ever come.*   

*Jarmo hears the man comment about the state of the world and sighs. He depresses the PTT to respond. You can hear rain hitting the metal roof above him*

"You know most people weren't prepared for this to happen. I know I sure wasn't. I learned how to be though. I did it by being heartless, by seeing the heartless, and seeing those people I was with killed. It gave me a new lease on life. Instead of hiding for months, I took a proactive approach to this hell. I adapted. I survived."

*He starts to cough a little and looks over to his rifle. There are scratches on the gun indicating the amount of people he has killed.*

"Let me tell you a little story. So here I was, with the people I called friends, on our way to this god forsaken land when we were ambushed. I wonder how many of us actually died that day... some just vanished, never to be seen again. I stepped over the bodies of others. There is no room in this world for humanity. Who cares about others, when the only thing that matters is yourself? Go get yourself killed, see what I care. I'll be there waiting to clean up the mess, if you understand me."

*Jarmo releases the PTT and leans his head back to try and get some rest. He sighs and speaks to himself "thank god this shed has no windows". He closes his eyes and tries to sleep, and has the radio next to him, should there be a response.*

*Logan listens to the man and chuckles. "I guess my night won't be so boring after all." He takes his radio and presses down on the talk button.*

"Yeah, I understand you there... But remember, if your alone, bleed out, thinking it's the end of the road for you, and I come across you. I'll bandage you up, make sure you have food, then be on my way. Sure I may die... Hell, we're all going to die eventually. Might as well do the one thing I'm good at, helping people. Unless you can think of something better."

*Logan lets go of the talk button and sets the radio back down. Waiting for a response.*

[Empress]

*Logan sits in his house, laying against the back board of his bed. It's been at least three days since he last fell asleep, so searching the radio frequencies has been his way of trying to relieve the boredom. As he listens to Rex, the banter of the everyone arguing with one another. Logan sighs and readjusts the left sleeve of his jacket so it doesn't rub against the burns. He moves the radio up to his mouth and presses down on the talk button.*

"Hey, man, I know where your coming from. Not everyone is heartless, but it seems like the heartless are outnumbering the kind-hearted... I know I try my best to help... but that's when some people will take advantage of it, knock you down, and kick you while your down until they tire out and leave you there in whatever state you're in. At that point, you got some choices to make: do you get back up, continue to help people in anyway you can, knowing the same events will happen, repeatedly, until you die; do you get up and become a lone wolf, with no interaction with anyone, so you can keep yourself safe; do you get up and become the thing that put you in the situation, to rob and kill people for pleasure and personal gain; do you get up and find a group that shares your views of life, and maybe find a way out of this hell; or do you just lay there, waiting for death to take you away, unless you're lucky enough to have a kind-hearted person come to your aid. I have been knocked down many times, and I've gotten back up to continue to help others. But... you can only take so much before it starts to weigh on you, make you question what you're doing is truly making a difference. Humanity, the humanity that seems almost none existent now, it's not gone, it's just hard to find... Buddy, if your still listening, keep on welcoming people. Safe travels and God's speed to you.

*Logan lets go of the talk button, laying it in the chair he's been using as a makeshift bedside table. He closes his eyes, waiting for the slim chance that sleep may take him. Although he doubts it will ever come.*   

*Jarmo hears the man comment about the state of the world and sighs. He depresses the PTT to respond. You can hear rain hitting the metal roof above him*

"You know most people weren't prepared for this to happen. I know I sure wasn't. I learned how to be though. I did it by being heartless, by seeing the heartless, and seeing those people I was with killed. It gave me a new lease on life. Instead of hiding for months, I took a proactive approach to this hell. I adapted. I survived."

*He starts to cough a little and looks over to his rifle. There are scratches on the gun indicating the amount of people he has killed.*

"Let me tell you a little story. So here I was, with the people I called friends, on our way to this god forsaken land when we were ambushed. I wonder how many of us actually died that day... some just vanished, never to be seen again. I stepped over the bodies of others. There is no room in this world for humanity. Who cares about others, when the only thing that matters is yourself? Go get yourself killed, see what I care. I'll be there waiting to clean up the mess, if you understand me."

*Jarmo releases the PTT and leans his head back to try and get some rest. He sighs and speaks to himself "thank god this shed has no windows". He closes his eyes and tries to sleep, and has the radio next to him, should there be a response.*

*Logan listens to the man and chuckles. "I guess my night won't be so boring after all." He takes his radio and presses down on the talk button.*

"Yeah, I understand you there... But remember, if your alone, bleed out, thinking it's the end of the road for you, and I come across you. I'll bandage you up, make sure you have food, then be on my way. Sure I may die... Hell, we're all going to die eventually. Might as well do the one thing I'm good at, helping people. Unless you can think of something better."

*Logan lets go of the talk button and sets the radio back down. Waiting for a response.*

*Jarmo depresses the PTT*

"We all have our lot in life then don't we. You see... that is who you are for some reason. I don't get it, and I don't think I ever will again... If you would have asked me before leaving Finland then yeah I would have got you... but now... I've seen enough to no longer care. I haven't been in the position of needing someone's help for some time now... Would I cause and bring harm to you in this hypothetical scenario? Probably not... Would someone else? You betcha. That is why it doesn't pay to be the hero. Sure we might all die, but why waste what time we have on this earth with people who don't deserve life?"

*Jarmo releases the PTT and waits for a response*

[Combat Logo]

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*Jarmo depresses the PTT*

"We all have our lot in life then don't we. You see... that is who you are for some reason. I don't get it, and I don't think I ever will again... If you would have asked me before leaving Finland then yeah I would have got you... but now... I've seen enough to no longer care. I haven't been in the position of needing someone's help for some time now... Would I cause and bring harm to you in this hypothetical scenario? Probably not... Would someone else? You betcha. That is why it doesn't pay to be the hero. Sure we might all die, but why waste what time we have on this earth with people who don't deserve life?"

*Jarmo releases the PTT and waits for a response.*

*Logan presses down on the button*

"Well, I can see what you mean. Trust me, I ask my self everyday if what I'm doing is making a difference. You see, I not any good at being mean, to just not care about the emotions of a normal person. Now bandits and the like, I have no sympathy for. I don't know if you can say the same, but we'll find out."

*Logan lets go of the button.*