RPG
Introduction
Life: It is the very gift God(or whomever you believe in) gave us. We cherish it, and wish not to waste seconds. However, there is something else that can bestow "Life" on things. Solanum. Solanum is a virus that infects the body through the bloodstream. It is a virus, and there is no medicine, no vaccine, no cure, other than a bullet to the brain. The virus kills off the host within 20 hours, and on the 23rd, reanimates the body. Once you have been 'ressurected' there is no turning back. Because, after all, there is no cure for death.
They are called 'zombies'. And they've risen to spread their infectious virus through any means nessicary. However, humans, as always have the vast upper hands in multipule ways. However, this doesnt make the zombies any less dangerous, or any less numerous.
First off, zombies are extremely unitelligent. They have basic knowledge, consisting of "Grab, Bite, Repeat". Their hand-eye coordination is poor, most not even being able to climb ladders, or stairs. And they are unable to restore any lost muscles or flesh in any way.
However, zombies, being the hunters, also have their advantages over us.
They are completely immune to pain. They feel nothing. No emotions weight their actions. No bullet can ever hurt their deadened nerves. They are almost impossible to stop. Their bodies can endure limb loss, mutilation, goring. They will seek their prey untill they can no longer move, or are dead. The only way to "Kill the Dead" is to damage solanum's fortress inside the human body: The brain. Only by damaging the brain can you stop these infection machines.
There is little hope for those without protection. The military has been called to defend the last bastion of purity: Washington, DC. The police are deployed their SWAT teams as well. Now, the citizens of the United States dont feel so equal anymore.
To ensure their survival, one must gather what weapons they can, and head to the quarentine zone at DC. They will endure many hardships, and meet many along the way, but not all will make the trecherous journey.
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Rules:
1. Don't Godmod. It's no fun playing with a Godmodder.
2. Please have some sort of experience with roleplaying here. I'm not asking for experts, but I want good punctuation and grammar, not nessicarily perfect. (Please NO LEET SPEEK!)
3. Have a realistic character. Dont be a half-elf half orc mage running around fireballing zombies.
4. Please do not kill other players, unless it is in character. Even then, get permission IC. (ICly Raiders, bandits, anyone wanting to take what survivors have)
5. Have realistic equipment. You dont carry a damn Lowes, or Whittaker's Gunstore in your backpack. Please, dont just pull guns out of nowhere, and the same with tools.
6. Follow Max Brooks Zombie Survival Guide. It is the base of this entire RP.
7. Argie is Co-GM. If you have a question for me, and I'm not around, feel free to ask him. Please follow his requests.
Again, we have a randomly selected state, Montana, as our starting point. Weither you're on foot, driving a truck, or even in a chopper is up to you!
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Character Skelleton- THIS IS ONLY A SKELLETON! Feel free to "Flesh them out" as much as you like!
Full Name: Your character's full name.
Nickname/Alias: What we have to call you other than "Asshole".
Race: (White, hispanic...)
Age: How many years your character has seen.
Gender: Uhm. Look and see if you dont know?
Physical Description, and picture if possible: (I'd prefer realistic pictures)
Knowledge of Max Brooks "Zombie Survival Guide":
(Please put one of the following numbers.)
1. Whom is the Mack Brook guy, and why is he making Zombies?
2. I think I've heard of that book somewhere online.
3. Hey! I've read that before!
4. I read it. I know most of the stuff in there.
5. Loaded M-14 next to my bike with a weeks supply of food. Bring it, fuckers.
Personality: How your character acts
Equipment- What do you have other than weaponry to save your sorry hide?
Primary Weapon:
Primary Weapon Ammo Count: (Max 150)
Secondary Weapon:
Ammo Count: (Max 100)
Ammo Saver: (Melee Weapon)
Character History: What has your character been through? What did he do before he was a survivor, or a highwayman? How many family members does he have? All of this can be included
They are called 'zombies'. And they've risen to spread their infectious virus through any means nessicary. However, humans, as always have the vast upper hands in multipule ways. However, this doesnt make the zombies any less dangerous, or any less numerous.
First off, zombies are extremely unitelligent. They have basic knowledge, consisting of "Grab, Bite, Repeat". Their hand-eye coordination is poor, most not even being able to climb ladders, or stairs. And they are unable to restore any lost muscles or flesh in any way.
However, zombies, being the hunters, also have their advantages over us.
They are completely immune to pain. They feel nothing. No emotions weight their actions. No bullet can ever hurt their deadened nerves. They are almost impossible to stop. Their bodies can endure limb loss, mutilation, goring. They will seek their prey untill they can no longer move, or are dead. The only way to "Kill the Dead" is to damage solanum's fortress inside the human body: The brain. Only by damaging the brain can you stop these infection machines.
There is little hope for those without protection. The military has been called to defend the last bastion of purity: Washington, DC. The police are deployed their SWAT teams as well. Now, the citizens of the United States dont feel so equal anymore.
To ensure their survival, one must gather what weapons they can, and head to the quarentine zone at DC. They will endure many hardships, and meet many along the way, but not all will make the trecherous journey.
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Rules:
1. Don't Godmod. It's no fun playing with a Godmodder.
2. Please have some sort of experience with roleplaying here. I'm not asking for experts, but I want good punctuation and grammar, not nessicarily perfect. (Please NO LEET SPEEK!)
3. Have a realistic character. Dont be a half-elf half orc mage running around fireballing zombies.
4. Please do not kill other players, unless it is in character. Even then, get permission IC. (ICly Raiders, bandits, anyone wanting to take what survivors have)
5. Have realistic equipment. You dont carry a damn Lowes, or Whittaker's Gunstore in your backpack. Please, dont just pull guns out of nowhere, and the same with tools.
6. Follow Max Brooks Zombie Survival Guide. It is the base of this entire RP.
7. Argie is Co-GM. If you have a question for me, and I'm not around, feel free to ask him. Please follow his requests.
Again, we have a randomly selected state, Montana, as our starting point. Weither you're on foot, driving a truck, or even in a chopper is up to you!
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Character Skelleton- THIS IS ONLY A SKELLETON! Feel free to "Flesh them out" as much as you like!
Full Name: Your character's full name.
Nickname/Alias: What we have to call you other than "Asshole".
Race: (White, hispanic...)
Age: How many years your character has seen.
Gender: Uhm. Look and see if you dont know?
Physical Description, and picture if possible: (I'd prefer realistic pictures)
Knowledge of Max Brooks "Zombie Survival Guide":
(Please put one of the following numbers.)
1. Whom is the Mack Brook guy, and why is he making Zombies?
2. I think I've heard of that book somewhere online.
3. Hey! I've read that before!
4. I read it. I know most of the stuff in there.
5. Loaded M-14 next to my bike with a weeks supply of food. Bring it, fuckers.
Personality: How your character acts
Equipment- What do you have other than weaponry to save your sorry hide?
Primary Weapon:
Primary Weapon Ammo Count: (Max 150)
Secondary Weapon:
Ammo Count: (Max 100)
Ammo Saver: (Melee Weapon)
Character History: What has your character been through? What did he do before he was a survivor, or a highwayman? How many family members does he have? All of this can be included
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OOC Notes
“When passion's lost and all the trust is gone, Way too far, for way too long Children crying, cast out and neglected, Only in a world so cold, only in a world This cold
Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes Then watch them drift away
Some might say, we've done the wrong things, For way too long, for way too lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn” Kyle looked down at the CD player in the Jeep where the CD had just ejected. “Oh come the frell on. Was it to much to ask for just one freaking CD that isn’t frelled up?” Kyle let out a deep sigh and picked up the CD, he then rolled down the driver side window and tossed the CD out.
“So much for tunes,” Kyle put his focus back to the road. He had been driving east on interstate 90 for a few hours now. A sign caught his eye. ‘Hardin 50 miles’ under that it said ‘Crow Indian Reserve 73 miles’ Kyle looked in the back of the jeep. “I could use more gas,” Kyle let out another sigh.
“Maybe I can find some survivors too. It would be nice not to have to talk to myself so I don’t go insane,” Kyle chuckled a little and then returned his focus to the road. Kyle glanced at his wrist watch. ‘9:28 AM’
“Ok that’s it…. I have to find something to listen too!” Kyle saw something in the distance. It was about 500 yards away and it looked like it was blocking the roadway. Kyle looked around to make sure that there were no zombies on the road near his Jeep. When he saw none so he reached over to between the drive and passenger seat and grabbed his 308. and slowly stepped out of his Jeep, still keeping an eye on his surroundings as he pulled the 308. up to what ever was on the road. He looked down the scope, there was a roadblock of seven vehicles on each side of the road. Kyle sat down in the Jeep and put the 308. in the passenger seat.
“Now what?” Kyle thought it over for a few minutes and finally decided to see if he could move the cars out of the way. Kyle slowly and cautiously pulled up to 30 feet from the roadblock, he had not seen any movement but that did not mean anything. ‘There could always be something… like the last time’ Kyle thought to himself. Kyle thought back to when he had someone in the Jeep with him, but he quickly snapped his mind back to the task at hand.
(OOC) I am leaving this open incase someone wants to join up with me or even just drive by and offer help.
Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes Then watch them drift away
Some might say, we've done the wrong things, For way too long, for way too lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn” Kyle looked down at the CD player in the Jeep where the CD had just ejected. “Oh come the frell on. Was it to much to ask for just one freaking CD that isn’t frelled up?” Kyle let out a deep sigh and picked up the CD, he then rolled down the driver side window and tossed the CD out.
“So much for tunes,” Kyle put his focus back to the road. He had been driving east on interstate 90 for a few hours now. A sign caught his eye. ‘Hardin 50 miles’ under that it said ‘Crow Indian Reserve 73 miles’ Kyle looked in the back of the jeep. “I could use more gas,” Kyle let out another sigh.
“Maybe I can find some survivors too. It would be nice not to have to talk to myself so I don’t go insane,” Kyle chuckled a little and then returned his focus to the road. Kyle glanced at his wrist watch. ‘9:28 AM’
“Ok that’s it…. I have to find something to listen too!” Kyle saw something in the distance. It was about 500 yards away and it looked like it was blocking the roadway. Kyle looked around to make sure that there were no zombies on the road near his Jeep. When he saw none so he reached over to between the drive and passenger seat and grabbed his 308. and slowly stepped out of his Jeep, still keeping an eye on his surroundings as he pulled the 308. up to what ever was on the road. He looked down the scope, there was a roadblock of seven vehicles on each side of the road. Kyle sat down in the Jeep and put the 308. in the passenger seat.
“Now what?” Kyle thought it over for a few minutes and finally decided to see if he could move the cars out of the way. Kyle slowly and cautiously pulled up to 30 feet from the roadblock, he had not seen any movement but that did not mean anything. ‘There could always be something… like the last time’ Kyle thought to himself. Kyle thought back to when he had someone in the Jeep with him, but he quickly snapped his mind back to the task at hand.
(OOC) I am leaving this open incase someone wants to join up with me or even just drive by and offer help.
OOC Notes
Kline drove down I-90, keeping his eyes plastered to the road. It had been about an hour ago since he last stopped, checking on the nearest appartment complex. It was a bust, only more infected to find. Luckly, he drove off before having to waste his precious amunition on them. It was completely silent other than the loud hum of his truck on the road. He was cruising roughly 50 on the road, yet it seemed to go on forever. The interstate was peppered with abandoned cars, making the native man have to swing left and right to avoid them. He was heading east, in the general direction of Washington DC. He knew he couldnt make there with his luck. But with gas stations scattered across the area, he knew he wouldnt have a very hard time finding gas.
He thought to himself, knowing the journey would be rough. He was out and about when the state of panic was announced, and traffic turned out to be so heavy, he couldnt get home. He had what he had in his truck, and that was it. He looked to his weaponry. His revolver sat on his hip, sheltered by the thick leather holster that encased it. His shotgun was sitting next to him in the passenger seat. A crude sling had been fashioned out of a belt. And his hunting knife, again was attached to his hip, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
He continued his silent drive when ahead of him, he saw a large roadblock. It was about fourteen vehicles strong. This caused Kline to groan in agitation. This means he would have to pull a U-turn, and find a way around... "Screw that." He said aloud, as his gaze drifted towards the median of the interstate... He pulled up to the roadblock, examining the vehicles that made up the barricade. They were in park, but not immovable. He decided if he could move each one manually, by seeing if the car had it's keys inside...
He twisted his key in the ignition, shutting off his vehicle, and opening his door. He stepped out, grasping his shotgun, and pulling it to him before he closed the door. He looked around. There was an eeriee lack of sound now that his own engine was shut off. His brown eyes scanned the horizon for any sort of movement, but only the wind blew... He walked up to the first car in the barricade, his shotgun resting on his shoulder. He pressed his face to the glass, attemting to see if the car had any keys in sight. No keys. Damn. He thought, irritatedly. He moved to the next vehicle, and the next...with nothing but the same result all over again.
He would walk back to his truck, and lean up against it, thinking to himself, still obserbing his surroundings. He began to piece together his best option. It was still morning, and the sunlight poured down upon him. It must've made him easy to spot.
He thought to himself, knowing the journey would be rough. He was out and about when the state of panic was announced, and traffic turned out to be so heavy, he couldnt get home. He had what he had in his truck, and that was it. He looked to his weaponry. His revolver sat on his hip, sheltered by the thick leather holster that encased it. His shotgun was sitting next to him in the passenger seat. A crude sling had been fashioned out of a belt. And his hunting knife, again was attached to his hip, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
He continued his silent drive when ahead of him, he saw a large roadblock. It was about fourteen vehicles strong. This caused Kline to groan in agitation. This means he would have to pull a U-turn, and find a way around... "Screw that." He said aloud, as his gaze drifted towards the median of the interstate... He pulled up to the roadblock, examining the vehicles that made up the barricade. They were in park, but not immovable. He decided if he could move each one manually, by seeing if the car had it's keys inside...
He twisted his key in the ignition, shutting off his vehicle, and opening his door. He stepped out, grasping his shotgun, and pulling it to him before he closed the door. He looked around. There was an eeriee lack of sound now that his own engine was shut off. His brown eyes scanned the horizon for any sort of movement, but only the wind blew... He walked up to the first car in the barricade, his shotgun resting on his shoulder. He pressed his face to the glass, attemting to see if the car had any keys in sight. No keys. Damn. He thought, irritatedly. He moved to the next vehicle, and the next...with nothing but the same result all over again.
He would walk back to his truck, and lean up against it, thinking to himself, still obserbing his surroundings. He began to piece together his best option. It was still morning, and the sunlight poured down upon him. It must've made him easy to spot.
OOC Notes
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OOC Notes
Kyle stepped out of the Jeep grabbing the AR-15 and slinging it around his shoulder. Kyle then upholstered his Glock and slowly walked up to the cars. Kyle walked up to a truck that he had not noticed before. ‘How could I have missed this?’ Kyle though to himself. Kyle then dropped to a half crouch position when he saw someone leaning on the truck. Kyle lined his gun up to the mans head while trying to see if he was a zombie or an uninfected human. ‘Even if he’s not infected it does not mean he is friendly’ Kyle thought while almost whispering, but he caught himself before he did. Kyle finally decided to see if he was human or a zombie.
“Sir slowly put your hands above your head,” Kyle said in a somewhat loud and demanding voice. Kyle was still behind the truck just in case the man was hostile or infected.
“Sir slowly put your hands above your head,” Kyle said in a somewhat loud and demanding voice. Kyle was still behind the truck just in case the man was hostile or infected.
OOC Notes
Maxim stood on the rocky ledge. He looked trough his gun's scope. There were no towns in at least eight miles. But if he had read the sign right, if he kept following the road, he should reach a town soon. He turned around and walked back to his motorcycle. he slung his rifle on his back and mounted the chopper. He switched the ignition and drove out to the highway. He followed the road for about half an hour, when he saw something in the distance. He stopped the bike and turned off the ignition. He took his rifle off of his shoulder and peered down the scope.
He could make out a group of cars blocking the road. Maxim also noticed that there were two men among the cars. One had his gunraised and the other had his back to him. Maxim kneeled down and waited to see how the situation turned out. The other man turned toward the man with the gun. Now this is going to get interesting.
He could make out a group of cars blocking the road. Maxim also noticed that there were two men among the cars. One had his gunraised and the other had his back to him. Maxim kneeled down and waited to see how the situation turned out. The other man turned toward the man with the gun. Now this is going to get interesting.
OOC Notes
Kline thought again to himself amongst the empty cars. He was so out of it, that he didnt hear the footsteps that approached him. His eyes still scanned in front of him, but not all around him. Suddenly, his train of thought was interrupted by a loud, demanding voice. “Sir slowly put your hands above your head.” His first reaction was to look around, but he fought it. The person declaring it must've not been too bad of a guy. He wasnt dead yet.
He slowly bent his knees, placing his shotgun on the ground before standing back up, his hands mildly in the air, not exactly above his head, but showing his hands were unarmed. He stood looking straight ahead. "Quiet down a bit. You don't want to attract those things." He said calmly. He knew the boy wasnt shouting, but it wasnt the most quiet demand he had heard. He waited for the voice to identify itself. There wasnt else much he could do besides that much.
He slowly bent his knees, placing his shotgun on the ground before standing back up, his hands mildly in the air, not exactly above his head, but showing his hands were unarmed. He stood looking straight ahead. "Quiet down a bit. You don't want to attract those things." He said calmly. He knew the boy wasnt shouting, but it wasnt the most quiet demand he had heard. He waited for the voice to identify itself. There wasnt else much he could do besides that much.
OOC Notes
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OOC Notes
"Quiet down a bit. You don't want to attract those things." The man said. Kyle let out a sigh of relief. “Sorry about that,” Kyle said while lowering his gun but still keeping it ready encase the man tried to charge at him or tried to grab a weapon. “What’s your name?” Kyle said while scanning the man’s truck to make sure that there wasn’t anyone waiting to shoot him. Kyle could not see anyone so he returned most of his focus to the man but still keeping an eye on the truck. Kyle also heard a loud humming nose coming from somewhere off of I-90 but could not see anything.
OOC Notes
The man's hand dropped to his sides again, kneeling back down to reaquire his shotgun. "Pay it no mind. You were be cautious." He said, turning to face the person that had held him up. It was no more than a teenager. "Mn. My name is Kline. But you may call me Foxchild, as the rest of my aquaintances do." He smiled softly at the friend. "But tell me, what is your name?" He responded. He looked around, and wonder where the young man had come from. "...and how did you get here, more importantly?"
Suddenly a loud hum came from away from I-90. It caused Kline to look in the direction, but nothing could be seen yet...
Suddenly a loud hum came from away from I-90. It caused Kline to look in the direction, but nothing could be seen yet...
OOC Notes
Kyle looked at Kline, he was Native American, he had long ebony hair that was about mid-back length, brown eyes and stood at about 5’8. Kline reached down and picked up a shotgun. Kyle’s muscles tensed and slightly raised his Glock with out making it look like he was tense.
“My name is Kyle. I came in the Jeep over there,” Kyle said while looking over his shoulder to his Jeep but Kyle somewhat quickly turned back to Kline. “It’s nice to meet someone sane and that’s not trying to eat you,” Kyle said kind of jokingly. Kyle stuck his left hand out towards Kline. “Do you mind if I call you Kline?” Kyle looked past Kline to the roadblock. “Have you tried to move the cars?”
“My name is Kyle. I came in the Jeep over there,” Kyle said while looking over his shoulder to his Jeep but Kyle somewhat quickly turned back to Kline. “It’s nice to meet someone sane and that’s not trying to eat you,” Kyle said kind of jokingly. Kyle stuck his left hand out towards Kline. “Do you mind if I call you Kline?” Kyle looked past Kline to the roadblock. “Have you tried to move the cars?”
OOC Notes
"It is a pleasure, Kyle. And yes, you may call me Kline. It doesnt matter." He reached out, and firmly shook the young man's hand with his left, his right occupying his shotgun, which was now rested on his shoulder again. He grinned as he looked around as well, making sure nothing had seen them or heard them. It was strange. The world was never as quiet as this, it seemed. Not even the wind decided to make a sound. No birds chirped, no animal presense anywhere....it all felt fake. "Ah. I'm glad that someone feels the same way. I'm just surprised by the lack of man munchers here."
"That's what I was just looking at. I was hoping I could move all of the cars without damaging my own. But none of them have keys, and I dont have anything worthy of towing capacity. If you had cable, maybe, but I've got rope, and it wouldnt help much with the towing. They all look to be in park." He said, and looked back to his own truck. "But I'm pretty sure that my truck can...clear...a path through patrol cars. "If not, I'll drive offroad."
"That's what I was just looking at. I was hoping I could move all of the cars without damaging my own. But none of them have keys, and I dont have anything worthy of towing capacity. If you had cable, maybe, but I've got rope, and it wouldnt help much with the towing. They all look to be in park." He said, and looked back to his own truck. "But I'm pretty sure that my truck can...clear...a path through patrol cars. "If not, I'll drive offroad."
OOC Notes
Daniel hid behind one of the cars blocking the highway. He gripped his M4 tightly and listened to them speak, just so he could determine if they were infected or survivors. The bindle slung across his shoulders that contained several of his items swung slightly in the breeze. He stepped lightly from behind the vehicles and approached the men with caution, "H..hi..." he stuttered. His gun was still aimed from the hip, but his finger was away from the trigger. It all seemed unnatural to him, especially since he'd been here before, and it wasn't like this at all. Then again, the zombies weren't here when he visited last.
OOC Notes
“Maybe… If someone put these cars here to stop people from coming this way then they might have ser traps beside the road too,” Kyle said while looking beside the roadblock. “Have you checked the cars for any supplies yet? I have a plastic tube in my toolbox that we could use to siphon any gas that the cars might have,” Kyle said while looking back at his Jeep. Something caught Kyle’s eye, it looked like there was a motorcycle further down the road that Kyle had not seen earlier and then he noticed what looked like a few specs moving towards the motorcycle. “We might have some man eaters on there way here.” Kyle said while walking back to his Jeep, he leaned in the passenger window and pulled out his 308. and then holstered his Glock. Kyle crouched on one knee and looked through the scope. There was a man crouched beside a motorcycle and that’s when Kyle a single zombie was approximately four yards behind him. The man that was crouched did not look infected but he did not seem to see the zombie behind him ether. Kyle lined the zombies head in the crosshairs, then he calculated for distance, putting the crosshair slightly above the zombies head. For a moment Kyle totally lost focus of everything around him only focusing on the zombie ahead.
"H..hi…" A voice stuttered from behind Kyle, he started to lose focus but then quickly snapped back to the zombie that was now three yards from the man beside the motorcycle. Kyle put his finger on the trigger, pulled the slack out, lined the sights up again and squeezed the trigger. A moment later the zombies forehead busted open and it’s brain was particle turned to mush and thrown out the exit wound in the back of the head, the zombie fell to the ground dead for good. Kyle realized that he had heard another mans voice a moment ago and let go of his 308. and upholstered his Glock, held it with both hands and steadied it at the man until he could find out what was going on.
“Who are you?” Kyle asked the new man.
"H..hi…" A voice stuttered from behind Kyle, he started to lose focus but then quickly snapped back to the zombie that was now three yards from the man beside the motorcycle. Kyle put his finger on the trigger, pulled the slack out, lined the sights up again and squeezed the trigger. A moment later the zombies forehead busted open and it’s brain was particle turned to mush and thrown out the exit wound in the back of the head, the zombie fell to the ground dead for good. Kyle realized that he had heard another mans voice a moment ago and let go of his 308. and upholstered his Glock, held it with both hands and steadied it at the man until he could find out what was going on.
“Who are you?” Kyle asked the new man.
OOC Notes
"Daniel Joshua Cethin, but you may call me Daniel, Joshua or DJ" Daniel replied. He gripped his M4 tightly, "You won't hurt me, right? I'm not infected". His black hair got into his face slightly, so he brushed it away. Daniel did not look like a threatening soul, he looked anything BUT threatening. Even with a gun. Best described as "petite", the eighteen-soon-nineteen year old looked sort of younger, maybe even a kid. His camouflage hoodie and pants were torn and bloody, and there was a bandage around his wrist where he'd scraped himself on the pavement.
OOC Notes
Kline nodded to the man. "Well, syphoning off gas would work, if we had any containers for it. As for supplies? I dont think a car alarm sounds great to me. Though, if you want to, feel free. I've got plenty of gas, and I'm not afraid of bashing my truck up a bit." He smirked. The boy seemed to notice something, as he glanced down the road. He then ran back to his Jeep, and brought back a scoped rifle. He knelt down, and looked down the rifle. Foxchild looked in the direction of the boy's aim. He saw it: The stumbling mass, aproaching a motorcycle rider. "W-wait! Dont sho-!" was all Kline could say before the boy squeezed the trigger, and fired the rifle. The echoing boom filled the area, though the zombie's head near exploded.
On top of that, a new boy gripping an M4 was now with the group. He introduced himself with a shakey "H..hi..." It caused Kline to wheel around sharply with his shotgun lowered, and pointed in his direction. He realized that the boy wasnt a flesh eater yet, but the bandages and bloodly clothes indicated he might've been bitten. "Sheesh kid...what's happened to you?....Wait a minute. Kyle, you fired. That's like lighting a flare in a bat-cave. We need to figure out what we're doing now. And fast. It'll be only minutes before more show up." He said, looking to the new boy. "We won't hurt you, boy, but I hope you're not infected."
He waited to see what Kyle wanted to do.
On top of that, a new boy gripping an M4 was now with the group. He introduced himself with a shakey "H..hi..." It caused Kline to wheel around sharply with his shotgun lowered, and pointed in his direction. He realized that the boy wasnt a flesh eater yet, but the bandages and bloodly clothes indicated he might've been bitten. "Sheesh kid...what's happened to you?....Wait a minute. Kyle, you fired. That's like lighting a flare in a bat-cave. We need to figure out what we're doing now. And fast. It'll be only minutes before more show up." He said, looking to the new boy. "We won't hurt you, boy, but I hope you're not infected."
He waited to see what Kyle wanted to do.
OOC Notes
Maxim stared through the scope at the two men. They seemed to accept each other, holstering their guns. they began to chat. After a little bit, one of the men got a sniper rifle from a jeep in the road. Maxim tensed as the man with the sniper aimed in his direction. As the sniper took aim, a third man emerged from behind a car. A few seconds later, Maxim heard the shot. He expected to feel a bullet drill into his body, but instead, he heard the bullet impact behind him. He turned around to see a zombie laying on the ground. Holy- I nearly was infected. Maxim stood up and slung his rifle.
He jumped on his motorcycle and turned the engine, filling the quiet road with the sound of his motorcycle coming to life. He took off down the road, stopping near the pile up of cars. He dismounted his bike and raised his hands, signifying he was unarmed. He had left his rifle on his bike, but he still had his pistol and knife tucked away under his jacket. He took a few steps forward, and stopped. "I do not wish to hurt you. I merely wanted to thank you for the save back there and to offer my assistance with clearing the road." Maxim stood there, waiting to see how the three men reacted.
He jumped on his motorcycle and turned the engine, filling the quiet road with the sound of his motorcycle coming to life. He took off down the road, stopping near the pile up of cars. He dismounted his bike and raised his hands, signifying he was unarmed. He had left his rifle on his bike, but he still had his pistol and knife tucked away under his jacket. He took a few steps forward, and stopped. "I do not wish to hurt you. I merely wanted to thank you for the save back there and to offer my assistance with clearing the road." Maxim stood there, waiting to see how the three men reacted.
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"I..I wasn't bitten, sir. I took a few nasty tumbles, but I'll be okay" Daniel replied, he showed the men his bindle. "I have all sorts of stuff in here, including sandwiches and a water purifier. Just in case we're holed up somewhere where we haven't any access to food". He saw a zombie creep up behind the men, he aimed and fired a single shot into the head of the creature. Blood and brain tissue got onto the hood of one of the vehicles. When he saw a man step off of a motorcycle, he stared startled like a deer in headlights. His 5'6" frame seemed to freeze in time, the sudden silence from it broken only by a slight sound from his throat. The man's reassurance warmed Daniel's nerves from their frozen state, "I hope that's true. For my sake and yours."
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"Daniel Joshua Cethin, but you may call me Daniel, Joshua or DJ. You won't hurt me, right? I'm not infected" Daniel said. Kyle holstered his Glock. “No I’m not going to hurt you, unless you give me a reason too. My names Kyle,” Kyle said as then he turned to Kline. “Yeah… sorry about firing that but I had no choice. I have a five gallon gas can on the back of my Jeep that we can use,” Kyle noticed that the man he had just saved got on his motorcycle and started coming towards them. All of a sudden a gun went off, Kyle flinched and drew his gun. Kyle’s focus must have been elsewhere because Daniel had shot a zombie that was behind them and Kyle was not even aware that one was near them. “Thanks for the save Daniel,” Just as Kyle finished the man on the motorcycle pulled up.
"I do not wish to hurt you. I merely wanted to thank you for the save back there and to offer my assistance with clearing the road." The man said, Kyle holstered his Glock and looked at the man. “Your welcome, but because I did, we will have to hurry and move these cars before we get swarmed by infected,” Kyle said looking then he turned to Kline. “Forget about the gas, there is a town about 20 miles from here. We can refuel there and try to find food and supplies. If we can move a few of these cars do you think you could clear a path for all of our vehicles?” Kyle walked over to his Jeep and stuck his 308. back in the vehicle. He then turned back to the tree men. “Kline do you have room in your truck for Daniel to ride with you? If not I can clear my passenger seat out and he can ride with me,” Kyle walked over to the passenger side and opened the door and grabbed a hammer from the toolbox. He closed the door and walked back to the three men.
(OOC) sorry for an miss spells or anything. There are tornado alarms going off like a mile from my house so I am trying to hurry and get this posted.
"I do not wish to hurt you. I merely wanted to thank you for the save back there and to offer my assistance with clearing the road." The man said, Kyle holstered his Glock and looked at the man. “Your welcome, but because I did, we will have to hurry and move these cars before we get swarmed by infected,” Kyle said looking then he turned to Kline. “Forget about the gas, there is a town about 20 miles from here. We can refuel there and try to find food and supplies. If we can move a few of these cars do you think you could clear a path for all of our vehicles?” Kyle walked over to his Jeep and stuck his 308. back in the vehicle. He then turned back to the tree men. “Kline do you have room in your truck for Daniel to ride with you? If not I can clear my passenger seat out and he can ride with me,” Kyle walked over to the passenger side and opened the door and grabbed a hammer from the toolbox. He closed the door and walked back to the three men.
(OOC) sorry for an miss spells or anything. There are tornado alarms going off like a mile from my house so I am trying to hurry and get this posted.
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"You're welcome, Kyle" DJ said, smiling slightly. "I won't give any reason for you to harm me, I've already lost enough in this fight without losing my life too." His heart raced slightly, "I'm glad to see other people alive and well, non-infected that is". When he heard of what Kyle would do, he wiped away a tear. "You didn't need to do that, but if need be, I'll take you up on it".
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Kline nodded, as the man on the motorcycle rode up to them, and spoke briefly. "What an odd group. And how fortunate that we all meet up on the roads. The Earthmother must have us destined to survive." He said slightly, chuckling. He looked to his truck. "Yes, there is plenty of room for Daniel. He is more than welcome to ride with me." He smiled to DJ, offering him his hand. "Kline. But you may call me Foxchild if you wish. It is what others sometimes call me."
He looked to the motorcyclist, and grinned. "If you can help us clear the road, it would be much appreacated. I was going to simply smash my way through. I dont mind denting my truck up. " He chuckled again. He watched Kyle return to his Jeep, and replace his rifle with a hammer. His eyebrows raised inquisitively. "Might I ask what you are doing with that, Kyle?" He began to walk towards him, when he stopped dead in his tracks. Extremely far away, there were slow, stumbling masses headed their way. His face turned to one of disatisfaction. "Damn. Look, west. Shamblers!" He exclaimed. They slowly moved towards the sound, their mindless...minds...looking for the source.
"Okay. There is not much time. We are clearing this barracade. Kyle, back your vehicle up so I dont hit it. I'm making a way through these cars." He said with resolve. "Daniel, you can get in my truck and hang on, or stay outside for a second. We have a good four to five minutes before those things reach us." He said walking to his truck. Opening the dooor,he put his shotgun in the floorboard of the passenger seat, and closed his door. He started his truck up, and fastened his seatbelt. He then drew it out all the way, and locked it against his body tightly. Reaching forward, he turned off his airbags. He didnt need to be slapped in the face, his nose broken any time soon.
He waited for Kyle to move his Jeep...
He looked to the motorcyclist, and grinned. "If you can help us clear the road, it would be much appreacated. I was going to simply smash my way through. I dont mind denting my truck up. " He chuckled again. He watched Kyle return to his Jeep, and replace his rifle with a hammer. His eyebrows raised inquisitively. "Might I ask what you are doing with that, Kyle?" He began to walk towards him, when he stopped dead in his tracks. Extremely far away, there were slow, stumbling masses headed their way. His face turned to one of disatisfaction. "Damn. Look, west. Shamblers!" He exclaimed. They slowly moved towards the sound, their mindless...minds...looking for the source.
"Okay. There is not much time. We are clearing this barracade. Kyle, back your vehicle up so I dont hit it. I'm making a way through these cars." He said with resolve. "Daniel, you can get in my truck and hang on, or stay outside for a second. We have a good four to five minutes before those things reach us." He said walking to his truck. Opening the dooor,he put his shotgun in the floorboard of the passenger seat, and closed his door. He started his truck up, and fastened his seatbelt. He then drew it out all the way, and locked it against his body tightly. Reaching forward, he turned off his airbags. He didnt need to be slapped in the face, his nose broken any time soon.
He waited for Kyle to move his Jeep...
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Kyle looked down the road and saw the horde of the undead, there was anywhere from 60-200 zombies were slowly making there way towards the group of survivors. Kline had already gotten in his truck now and was waiting on Kyle to move his Jeep. Kyle hastily walked to his Jeep, he opened the drivers side door and stuck the hammer in the passenger seat. Kyle turned the keys and started the car, put it in reverse and backed the Jeep up out if Kline’s way. ‘If I have the time I was going to bust into that patrol car on the side of the roadblock’ Kyle thought to himself, that’s why he got out the hammer. "Ready when you are Kline!" Kyle said as he put his Jeep in park and set his AR-15 in the passenger seat.
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"Thank you kindly, Foxchild", DJ said as he shook the man's hand firmly. He saw the mass of infected coming for them, and despite being told that he had a good few minutes before they'd get him, he opted to get into the vehicle instead. He fastened his seatbelt and closed the door, putting the bindle, crowbar, and his 12-Gauge in a small spot where there was just enough room. He didn't feel like letting go of his carbine, though. He'd need it for sure, probably.
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Kline watched as Kyle went back to his Jeep, started it, and backed up out of the way. Making sure the motorcyclist was not in the way, he backed up some 30 feet, and then jammed his foot on the gas pedal. The truck roared as it spun for a moment before zooming to colide with two of the patrol car's fronts, chosing what looked like the biggest birth between the roadblock vehicles. The impact was at around 30 mph, so it didnt mess Kline's truck up terribly. The two cars he had crashed into turned out of the way, more than flipped or do anything drastic, however, it was clear that the damage did to them was more severe. The front of the indian man's truck was dented harshly next to his headlights, the olive drab metal crinkled to absorb the impact. Both headlights were now gone, and his truck damaged, but there was a clear path between the cars, enough for any of the party's vehicles to fit through.
Foxchild shook his head as he was jerked a little from the impact. However, the seatbelt did it's job, and he went nowhere from the impact. He looked over to make sure Daniel too was okay, nodding when he saw his safety. He drove beside Kyle. "Okay. You take lead. I'm unfamiliar with this far on the interstate. You'll know where to stop and such to look for an easier way around." He said, looking out to make sure his truck was truely undamged. None of his warning lights were on, so he figured that nothing important could be damaged. He waited for the man with the motorcyle to pull up with them. "Sir, I hope that you are prepared to follow us. We will stop when we need, so if you need something, feel free to tell us now. We're still having about two to three minutes before they catch us."
He looked behind them, noting the zombie's eventual approach. For an extremely skilled marksman and a long range rifle, one could might have started picking them off. But they didnt have the time, or ammuntion to start hoping of taking on more of the deadwalkers.
Foxchild shook his head as he was jerked a little from the impact. However, the seatbelt did it's job, and he went nowhere from the impact. He looked over to make sure Daniel too was okay, nodding when he saw his safety. He drove beside Kyle. "Okay. You take lead. I'm unfamiliar with this far on the interstate. You'll know where to stop and such to look for an easier way around." He said, looking out to make sure his truck was truely undamged. None of his warning lights were on, so he figured that nothing important could be damaged. He waited for the man with the motorcyle to pull up with them. "Sir, I hope that you are prepared to follow us. We will stop when we need, so if you need something, feel free to tell us now. We're still having about two to three minutes before they catch us."
He looked behind them, noting the zombie's eventual approach. For an extremely skilled marksman and a long range rifle, one could might have started picking them off. But they didnt have the time, or ammuntion to start hoping of taking on more of the deadwalkers.
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DJ was a bit shaken by the impact, but otherwise fine. "How did you survive this anyway? I assumed that everyone besides myself was either gone or infected or otherwise dead." The deadwalkers started moving a bit faster, shaving off a few seconds from the time estimated. DJ noted this, "Sir, they're approaching a little quicker. What do you suppose we do?" The moans and groans of the creatures became louder as they got closer and closer. More of the walking dead, about four or five on each side, came from the sides of the road. DJ, not wanting to panic, breathed slower and deeper to keep himself under control. "More of them flanking us!" He squeaked in fear.
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Kyle nodded at Kline. “Alright I need like forty seconds first,” Kyle reached over to the passenger seat of the Jeep and picked up the hammer, slightly stepped on the gas and pulled up beside the path that Kline had made. Kyle quickly got out of his Jeep and ran over to one of the patrol cars and busted the driver side window with the hammer. Kyle stuck his head in. He knew what he was looking for. ‘There it is!” Kyle thought to himself. Kyle reached in and grabbed a 12. gauge pump action shotgun that was attached to the cage in the middle of the car. Kyle then quickly ran back to his Jeep but right as he got to it he could see zombies stumbling out of the trees around the Interstate. “Frell!” Kyle opened the door to the Jeep and tossed the shotgun in the back, Kyle tossed the hammer on the passenger seat but it fell to the floor. Kyle closed the door and stepped on the gas peddle. The Jeep jumped at first but steadied out as he accelerated. Kyle looked behind him to make sure that the other two vehicles where following him.
(OOC) I have added the shotgun to the stuff in my Jeep.
(OOC) I have added the shotgun to the stuff in my Jeep.
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Survival Revival: Out Of Character (OOC)
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You guy's and girl's keep on going in the rp... We will just say that you lost track of me but we will meet again later when I have more time in real life. Sorry for making everyone wait so long:(
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Well, you're more than welcome to join, LittleSun! We'll be happy to have you. I just got back from the beach myself, so my posts will be a little more regular. Just submit whenever you're ready, I'll review, and most likely accept you. I've got admittedly extremely low standards.
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Oh dear, I didn't realize you were 54 posts in when I got interested, but I can't really take it back now...
I'd really love to join this rp and my character of choice (a pregnant woman) is definitely civilian. I'm not sure if you're looking to have that kind of situation in your rp, but I've been looking for something exactly like this for a while and this was the character I had in mind.
Seeing as Argie (Kyle) is about to head into town, this wouldn't be a bad time to introduce another character (I think).
Also, if you chose to allow me in, which of the characters are still active? I'd just like to know.
Anyway, I'll go ahead and write up my character bio, but I'll wait until I've got your okay to submit it Vio-Lance.
Oh, and I have only ever heard of the Zombie Survival Guide (Although I'm honestly not sure if it was the /Max Brooks/ version), but I have read a decent amount of other zombie 'resources'. I'll be sure to google it though, incase there's anything online?
Thanks for the time of day,
LittleSun
(Edit: Left my first paragraph in word.)
I'd really love to join this rp and my character of choice (a pregnant woman) is definitely civilian. I'm not sure if you're looking to have that kind of situation in your rp, but I've been looking for something exactly like this for a while and this was the character I had in mind.
Seeing as Argie (Kyle) is about to head into town, this wouldn't be a bad time to introduce another character (I think).
Also, if you chose to allow me in, which of the characters are still active? I'd just like to know.
Anyway, I'll go ahead and write up my character bio, but I'll wait until I've got your okay to submit it Vio-Lance.
Oh, and I have only ever heard of the Zombie Survival Guide (Although I'm honestly not sure if it was the /Max Brooks/ version), but I have read a decent amount of other zombie 'resources'. I'll be sure to google it though, incase there's anything online?
Thanks for the time of day,
LittleSun
(Edit: Left my first paragraph in word.)
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So sorry for the wait I have been having a very hard time with my depression. I am writing one right now though.
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I am so sorry everyone, I did not mean to be gone this long. The move took a lot longer then what we thought it would and we still don't have internet but that is coming tomorrow. I am tapping into someones right now but it is very weak and I do not know how much longer I will have. I will post soon after we get internet.
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It's totally in the RP post. You decide who you get in with. We're going to fill up by whom first posts, Hinasil. If you want to ride on the back of Maxim's motorcycle, do it. Ride in the back of my truck? Do it. It's been said what we're going to do, and we're...I guess waiting on Arige.
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hey, who's truck am I gonna hop in with? I can't really hop into someone's truck and then have everyone confused
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We are moving right now and it will be taking a lot of my time for the next day or two. I would greatly appreciate it if y'all could wait on me to get back before posting. I will not be gone long and will come back.
Thanks
Arige/Tony
Thanks
Arige/Tony
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I'll post tommorow, I'm too tired. What's the defensive setup exactly? I'm not exactly sure what Samuel is supposed to be doing besides, "watching their backs."
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guys just so you know, I'm now gonna base my characters personality after my friends sister who is now in Iraq. Everything she does, is exactly something my friends sister would actually do, just so you know.
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Something I think everyone should like me is update your guns and ammo. Look at Kyle for an example.
