Rules:
1) Be nice
2) Ask to join
3) Please be literate. If you are struggling, paste your post in Word. It helps a lot and will make you a better writer.
4) Try to avoid zombie focused plots. It’s a little tough and boring to focus on just killing zombies.
5) Your character can’t be a zombie, yo.

Characters needed:
1) Tallahassee
2) Wichita
3) Little Rock
4) Other survivors

Plot: All is quiet but the soft, monotonous murmur coming from the Hummer’s engine. It is 9:46 in the morning, two days after the group left Pacific Playland. Pacific Playland… what a frickin’ nightmare that was. At least something good came out of that zombie infested roller coaster ride. Tallahassee got his Twinkie and Columbus and Wichita… well… Columbus finally got to first base. The troupe was headed north in search of survivors. North as in Canada. The US had been claimed by the zombies. There was no turning back. America was officially Zombieland. Claimed by screwed up, flesh craving zombies. Life would never be the same for any of the survivors.

Rules of Zombieland (These are unofficial...)
1.Cardio
2.The Double Tap
3.Beware of Bathrooms
4.Wear Seat Belts
5.No Attachments
6.The “Skillet”
7.Travel Light
8.Get a Kick Ass Partner
9.With your Bare Hands
10.Don’t Swing Low
11.Use Your Foot
12.Bounty Paper Towels
13.Shake it Off
14.Always carry a change of underwear
15.Bowling Ball
16.Opportunity Knocks
17.Be a hero
18.Limber Up
19.Break it Up
20.It’s a marathon, not a sprint, unless it’s a sprint, then sprint
21.Avoid Strip Clubs
22.When in doubt Know your way out
23.Zipplock
24.Use your thumbs
25.Shoot First
26.A little sun screen never hurt anybody
27.Incoming!
28.Double-Knot your Shoes
29.The Buddy System
30.Pack your stain stick
31.Check the back seat
32.Enjoy the little things
33.Swiss army Knife

Columbus was currently in the back seat of the bright yellow Hummer, fast asleep. His hand was intertwined with Wichita’s. He shifted in his seat, unaware that he was sleeping in an uncomfortable position.The sunlight eventually shone through the window and Columbus pried his light brown eyes open. He took a moment to get familiar with his surroundings: backseat of the hummer, hand-in-hand with Wichita, seatbelt on, approaching a town. By the work of destiny or some strange coincidence, they passed a sign that said, “You are now in Vancouver.” He let go of Wichita’s hand, embarrassed a little. He may have proved himself to Wichita at Pacific Playland, but he had yet to prove himself to himself. Life hadn’t changed much for the gang. It was still the four of them, fighting through zombie infested America. Columbus was still an awkward kid, but had experienced more life in the last few weeks than in his entire 21 years of living before the infection.

He gazed out of the window, “Whoa, whoa…” He said. About a quarter of a mile away, he could see people… and they looked like humans, “I think there’s someone out there.” His stomach churned a little. It had been months since he had had contact with anyone but the three people in that car. Columbus stumbled akwardly out of the car, grabbing his trusty double barrel shotgun. You could never be too sure about people these days... You had to play it safe.

(I haven't rped in like 1 year, so I'm gonna be a little rusty, but I'm working on it!)