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Dead Fingers

Dead Fingers

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It's been months since the Fever hit that stole the lives of millions around the world. This brain eating disease created something that people could only imagine in video games or movies; a disease that caused people to die, rise, and then feast...

13,366 readers have visited Dead Fingers since xSilentButterflyx created it.

Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

http://www.roleplaygateway.com/zombie-roleplay-t27074.html

Introduction

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The Farm Group: Zachβ—‹, Kiraβ—‹, Connerβ—‹, Chassieβ€’, Melodyβ€’.
Current Location: Borderline Durango, CO

The Youngsters: Patrickβ—‹, Roseβ—‹, Jamieβ—‹.
Current Location: Pending, CO

The Denver Road trip Group: Tallaraβ—‹, Johnβ—‹, Lunaβ—‹, Davidβ—‹, Michaeβ—‹l, Jakeβ—‹.
Current Location: Borderline Denver, CO

The San Francisco Group: Arthurβ—‹, Izzyβ—‹- Joseph on the Outskirts.
Current Location: San Francisco, CA.

The Flash-back Group: Jeremyβ—‹, Bronwynβ€’, Desireeβ—‹, Gabrielβ—‹, Jossβ—‹, Devinβ—‹.
Current Location: Borderline Durango, CO

Undetermined/Pending: Jadeβ—‹, Wesleyβ—‹


β€’ = Deceased or infected.
β—‹ = Alive


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Though the exact timespan between the current and the beginning isn’t exactly β€œclarified”, our survivors have come to acknowledge it has been at least six months in but no more than eight- so perspectives vary depending on whom your character encounters in their travels.

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As you might imagine, nature has been taking its toll on uninhabited (or at least uncivilized) locations, the blossoms of wild trees and flowers are beginning to bloom and fungi starting to blanket simple objects. Major cities have been nuked and/or bombed in attempt to eradicate the disease from spreading, but the army's attempts failed. Some cities, however, have been re-colonized and house many survivors- San Francisco being the largest and most dangerous spot. Towns are abandoned and make for a decent place to begin stocking up inventory- though the majority of the good stuff will be gone. Cities, however, are goldmine! If one actually survives getting out of there they might just be one of the "richest" men alive. Guns, ammunition, food, medical supplies, food, some working plumbing, clean water (in the right places), food, camping supplies, food, clothing, many weapons, and did I mention food?

The after-math...
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Where would you be without these, huh? If you don't have any yet and are looking into joining, please pay extra attention here. A character is not you, please know this. Even if they are almost exactly like you in every way, you honestly don't know how you would react to zombies or your friend being eaten alive in front of you. You don't, but you can imagine! A character is unique, and requires special care in order to develop into one bad-ass character- even if they are a wimp. I don't mean in the stoic way, I mean just an incredible, relatable character in general! What makes a good character is an even personality and relation to the reader- even the villains. Now having a mental illness that you yourself don't have might be more difficult for you to understand, you can still make it work if you soften those sharp, picky areas that others might notice. But what if you don't want a likeable character? Well, there is a difference between "unlikeable" and "bad". A bad character is mary-sue/gary-stu, a godmoder, super-human yet still human, invincible, bland, etc. etc. etc... I could go on and on! A disliked character, however, is someone who has a personality and viewpoint you discourage and loath, making you hate them.


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If you don't know what this is, Character Development is how a character changes over time due to their experiences, interactions, and circumstances. In Dead Fingers, or apocalypses in general, your character is guaranteed a good dose of development! You might begin with a bratty character who used to get everything they wanted when they wanted, and if they didn't they'd throw a fit until they got it. They might have been incredibly anti-violence. By the time your character or the story comes to an end, they might just be one of the finest zombie-killing machines, generous, and caring people you might come across in a dreadful world! This is one of the greatest things in roleplay and writing, you age and "level-up" with your character! They become a part of you, and whether or not you kill them off is up to you and their actions.


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Now here's a vague but interesting subject: What is the story behind all the plights and grief we put our characters into? We could say we just did it in good fun, or wanted to see them suffer, etc. But there might be a bit more to it than that. Dead Fingers consists of two parties, each beginning at a different place on the timeline. One group, the first, was started on the roleplay thread of which this group is continued off of. The other and recently discovered began at the very beginning (the Flash-Back group) of it all. What is the importance behind the flash-back group, you might ask? That is our own little secret…


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Many see these unfortunate souls to be monstrous, dead animals that seek only to feast and kill, while others believe their loved ones to still be in there somewhere. In truth, no one quite understands the true intentions of the infected. They certainly show qualities of both perspectives, demonstrating their fierce desire to show dominance over others and mutilating those unfortunate enough to cross paths with one. On the other hand, however, many seem to remember the emotions they felt when they were still healthy and often attempt to recreate those by going home, carrying a toy, or even hesitating when recognizing someone they once knew (this is more common in the recently-turned when the brain is still fighting it). Animals are also prone to getting the virus and are no more immune than human beings. Insects and aquatic animals seem unaffected.
The infected are almost inhuman in strength and agility- though they pay for it with their lack of intelligence. Almost as if in a constant state of adrenaline they can run at incredible speeds and distances and overcome many obstacles. How do you kill one, you ask? Depends on how quickly you want to. Shooting for vitals other than the brain will take many shots to actually kill the beast, but a shot to the head should do the job quickly enough.
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First off, the disease can be acquired by inhalation of too much of their fumes (only a worry if zombies have been enclosed in a space for a long time, allowing build-up) or entering the bloodstream in any way. Symptoms of the virus include increased aggression, high fever, random pupil dilation, muscle spasms and constant hunger. The wound will not close like any ordinary cut and might begin to ooze out dark pus. If you catch it quick enough, however, removal of the limb it was inflected might save your life- so that means if you’re not infected on a limb your good as dead. There is no known cure.

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1- Be realistic! Your character cannot be a super human to put it simply. Metagaming is when you take outside information and use it in roleplay. Look, we understand you want to help out but your characters just don't know!
2- Trolling is when you purposely try to infuriate another. Don't do it. Be respectful. Have a sense of humor! We're all here to have fun, right?
3-Create a character sheet that clearly describes all the subjects on the provided layout below. You may use your own as long as it covers those! You may even add more information if you'd like- the more the better!
4-Though there isn't really a limit on how many characters you can have, we do require you have at least an idea with them. Don't go willy-nilly on us here and start popping out characters!
5-Be patient and give others time to reply, and don't take control of their characters unless you have permission!
6-We accept only paragraph role play- the kind of writing you see in books. You may write in past-tense, current, first person or third person, pretty much anything as long as it follows the rules! This is roleplay, after all. But we do require proper grammar and the usuage of commas and periods when needed.
7-Please use the provided Character Sheet or use it as reference when making your own. We don’t require you to use ours, but simply cover all the details that are said in the provided.
8-A character cannot be perfect, they are human beings just like yourself. They have an opinion, they have a history, they have a personality, and they have talents and flaws.
9-Remember realism, your character can’t hold everything they come across! Pretty much follow the rules stated under β€œRules”.

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ImageNo anime, manga, cartoon, etc. are allowed to be used for your character’s picture- it simply isn’t really helpful when it comes to relating with the character! However, if it’s realistic than we might make an acception. Search on Google!
ImagePlease describe what your character is wearing and update it if it changes- it keeps them fresh and cared for. This also goes for inventory and what they use to carry their inventory.
ImageAnd never forget your ammunition! You don’t need to put the exact amount but be sure to say something like: Good/Alright/Poor.
ImageIf your character undergoes mental or physical damage, make sure that this affects how they act and what they do! If you have a broken arm you aren't going to be climbing a tree very fast, now are you?
ImageRealism is a must! We require your character to be relatable to some extent with the full package of flaws and talents/merits.
ImageYou may create NPC’s: Non-playable characters. These can be controlled by anyone unless you state otherwise and are used to drag the plot along. This includes zombies- but those aren’t really characters, now are they?

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Durango CO - Farm House

Durango CO - Farm House by xSilentButterflyx

A farm in the middle of a forest in Durango Colorado. It's owned by Daniel Winters who has taken in a band of survivors. He's got a barn and a fence surrounding the lot. There's a creek and a river nearby and the town of Durango isn't that far off either.

Camping Resort CO

Camping Resort CO by xSilentButterflyx

This was a camping resort that some survivors took as refuge for only a night. They were attacked by bandits and it is now taken over by a hoard of zombies. A train track runs by the outside of it and this track will lead to two more destinations.

Earth: America

Earth: America by xSilentButterflyx

America is the nation of which the roleplay primarily staged.

Prologue- America

Prologue- America by xSilentButterflyx

Just before the apocalypse.

San Francisco

San Francisco by xSilentButterflyx

The last large city left un bombed.

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Character Portrait: Patrick Robertson Character Portrait: Rose Rennalds Character Portrait: Jamie Robertson
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Rose:
Rose sat awake this night. She didn't know why, but tonight she couldn't find sleep. Her legs were pulled up to her chest even though their little room was toasty in this cold night. They'd been lucky enough to find an old motel just a few days ago, and inside one of the rooms was a wood burning stove. It only took the three a couple of minutes to figure out how to make the cold-icy room turn into a toasty warm haven.
She wore a large black sweater that fit her more like an oversize dress, and her legs were nice and cozy in black cotton legging underneath faded blue jeans. Her toes were even snuggled into layers of fuzzy socks. It might seem like overkill, but just a couple of days ago it had been her only hope of finding some sense of warmth. They'd come so close to freezing to death more than once in this past month. The weather had turned bad so quickly it had taken them by surprise. Then, her and Patrick were excited to go off with Jamie, Patrick's lost-but-now found-and-odd older brother. Now, however, they both shared deep regrets for leaving Zach and Kira. Lately Rose had felt like such a stupid child. Especially now that they were running out of their food supplies.
Why did we ever think it was a good idea to leave? Especially with Jamie of all people...
Her thoughts made her eyes wander from the foggy dark window to the sleeping forms in the small room. One was snuggled up in a sleeping bag on the floor next to her now empty sleeping bag. She knew that was her dear friend Patrick. The other was a larger sleeping form, and that one was draped over the couch.
Her nose wrinkled slightly and a sour taste filled her mouth.
That boy was crazy...
She shivered at the thought of Patrick's brother. He seemed like such a normal older kid now that his clown makeup had washed away, but underneath he was some kind of crazy psychopath. Her and Patrick had tried so many times to escape, but somehow they never found their escape. And they knew if they tried, Jamie would take all the food and the two younger teens would die out in the cold. For now they were forced to stay... if they wanted to live.
The warmth of the room couldn't warm her chilled heart. She was scared.
She huffed in frustration.
I'm just a silly child.
Her lip quivered but she bit back the tears. She was the strong one.
Her heart ached. She still referred to herself as if there was another still connected to her. She was no longer a one. She was just the one.
Her twin had been dead for over a month now. Wasn't that long enough to stop forgetting she was dead?
Sky had been the one she had to protect. She was the weak but innocent one. Rose was the strong and protective one, but without her twin what was she? She had no other half now. Maybe now she was just the lonely scared one that still tried to pretend she was strong.
The tears fell down her face then and she pressed her warm cheek against the cold glass.
It was pitch black outside, and no light could be seen from the room. Only the moon illuminated the room and outside.
The abandoned cars outside the motel looked like sleeping beasts.
But she knew it wasn't the cars that were the beasts. It was the movement she could see every once in a while in the trees outside the motel. They were always around now. They weren't as "in your face" as they used to be, but now they lurked. They were sleeping beasts, wandering the cold snow, or waiting underneath the white cool blanket until a living person or animal stumbled past them. Then they would wake and would follow... and eventually kill.
She hated the undead walkers. She hated them so much... but at the same time she welcomed them. She knew that as long as the lumbered by slowly there were no bandits nearby that wanted to take their supplies and kill them. It was an odd relationship, but it was what kept her sane.

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The group trudged through the snow with Jamie leading the way while Patrick and Rose watched for threats. Patrick wore a puffy, dark green winter coat and Jamie wore a red jacket that was more fit for fall than winter. Fall. It occurred to Patrick that his birthday had already came and went. It also occurred to him that he was now fifteen, which explained the faintest hint of a moustache. Patrick shuddered from the cold and watched his breath float away. They were running out of stolen supplies. The group was doing much worse than when they were with Zach and Kira. He couldn't block out the occasional memory of them. How could he just make off with the supplies and car like that? Jamie. Everything Jamie did was stupid, but Patrick couldn't hate his brother. Jamie was probably the last person alive from his family and the only thing that reminded him of what life used to be like.Patrick scanned the area with tired eyes as they walked and saw only a few undead who were doubly slow from the cold.

"Here," Jamie said lowly, stopping in front of a convenience store that only seemed partially looted.

The group scanned the aisles for whatever they could. Patrick found a couple water bottles at the bottom of a freezer and Jamie found a few jerky sticks. It seemed like everything else was either spoiled or junk. The brothers muttered curses as they frantically looked up and down the aisles but could find nothing else. Patrick sighed and looked for Rose.

"Hey Rose, what did you fi-" Patrick was cut off by Jamie putting his hand up.

They listened and heard steady footsteps walking through the snow. Jamie motioned for them all to duck behind a row of shelves. The footsteps continued at their pace and sounded like they were getting closer. They were the heavy, controlled steps of a man. Not the stumbling, erratic steps of a dead person. Jamie grinned and whispered to Patrick.

"Sounds like there's only one. Think we can take 'em?"
Patrick looked and Jamie in disbelief. "What?!"
"They couldn't survive this long on their own if they weren't stocked up, man."
"Yeah, I know, but it's that person's supplies."
They started to bicker in sharp whispers as the footsteps grew closer, seemingly oblivious.
"We gotta do what we can to survive. We're starving."
"Look, can we at least talk to this person?"
"No one trusts each other any more, dude. Especially when times are tough. We try talking to him and he could be gone along with our hope of not fucking starving to death. Worse yet, he gets the drop on us before we get the drop on him."
"This isn't right, Jamie," Patrick whispered desperately before looking over to Rose. "Back me up here and tell him we can't do this."
Jamie stared hard at Rose. "You know we're starting to run dry. You wanna survive, don't you?"

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Character Portrait: Kira Rae Smith Character Portrait: Zach Lebowski Character Portrait: Conner Heywood
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I heard stumbling steps outside of the shack. At first I thought it was a walker but the pace was too fast. Almost as if an injured animal. "I'll be right back." I whispered to a weary Kira. I got up to my feet and grabbed my flashlight from my bag. I kept hearing the noise, circling the shack. "The hell is that?" I whispered to myself. I slowly opened the door as not to draw any attention to myself. I shined the dim light around the shack. Nothing, yet I heard the rustling of leaves. "Hmm..." I traced the noise to a shed behind the shack. The door was ajar, but jammed. I tried to pry it open as quietly as I could. After a few minutes of pulling the hinges failed and I lost my balance, causing the door to land right on me. "fuck *cough* that hurt." I said rubbing my head. As I clamored to my feet is saw a pair of shimmering Jade eyes staring at me from within the darkness. I sat there for a few minutes just staring back. "J-jade? No...it can't be." I said. Jade, our, wolf-husky mutt, had sacrificed herself to save us when we were escaping on the train. I witnessed her final moment as she was viciously torn to shreds by a group of walkers. The dark memories washed over my mind, bringing a tear to my eyes. "Jade...damn..." I said. The eyes moved closer when I said her name. "Impossible...Jaded is dead." The creature came into the flickering light. It looked exactly like her, with the exception that her one eye was actually blue while the other was bright green like Jades. "I've heard of second chances but this is crazy. There's no way you're Jade..." No sooner had I said that when she jumped me, knocking me over and licking my face all over. It was strange but I knew then that it was Jade! Somehow she had come back! Stranger things had happened...I mean I had gathered materials out of an abandoned mental asylum that was burned to the ground. And that was the least of it, but this was real. Jade was back! But there was one caveat; she was limping, like she broke her front leg in a fall. Luckily It was a clean break, so all I'd really have to do is make a splint and wrap It tight with some gaze I had in my first aid kit. "Come on in, girl. We'll fix ya right up."
We went back inside. Connor was still out cold but Kira had been sitting up straight, wondering where I was. I motioned for Jade to stay outside for a moment. Somehow she understood exactly what I meant. She always did. "What was it?" Kira asked me, afraid that it might be a walker.
"Nothing to worry about." I said as I let out a soft whistle. Jade turned the corner and bounded towards us! Kira let out a shriek of delight as she recognized the familiar face. "But I thought she died!" She whispered in amazement.
"She did...but she came back! I do think know how, but I guess it lends credence to reincarnation. Somehow she got a Second chance." I said, seeing the hope ignite in Kira's eyes. She needed...well we needed this. We needed some happiness in our lives now that this had all gone to shit... I got up from the bed and rummaged through my first aid for the guaze. I wrapped her leg as tight as possible with a small piece of wood to make a splint. "Here...this should work." She looked at me with the same eager smile Kira was giving us. I laid back down on the bed next to Kira. "Come up here, Jade." I whispered. Jade jumped onto the mattress and snuggled next to Kira. We both fell asleep shortly after that. It was the first real sleep we had in what seemed like ages.

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It wasnt until mid morning that Connor woke up, the sun was already high in the sky, beams of sunlight came through the groups poorly constructed shack. Connor stretched with a low yawn surprised by how late he had awoken, normally he was up at sunrise like the rest if the group. Wiping the sleep out of his eyes reaching up to a post where his pistols were holstered, sliding the worn leather straps over his arms he pulled out one of the Browning's and cleaned a small blemish of the satin chrome slide before doing a quick brass check. Connor pulled his pack to his side and pulled out a pouch of rolling tobacco, food was pretty much nonexistent, normal cigarettes as rare as unicorn crap but rolling tobacco was pretty easy to find around these parts. Connor quickly and expertly rolled the cigarette and lit it up. Connor took a long drag as he pulled himself up the rough wooden wall and out of his sleeping bag.

A low growl from the other side of the shack made Connor freeze, he felt for the knife that was always at his belt as he slowly turned over to where kira and Zach were sleeping. A wolf with mismatched grey fur with impossibly green eyes stood with a low defensive stance over the sleeping figure of Zach. Her front leg was wrapped in a fresh looking bandage and she let out a small yelp of pain as she adjusted her stance. Connor took his hand of his blade and slowly walked towards the wolf. "Hey girl" Connor said in his friendliest voice as he slowly crept towards the animal palms out "if you didn't kill any of us while we slept you can't be that bad" when the pair were only a few inches away the wolf took the last step and sniffed Connor before giving his palm a few licks "see your alright" Connor said as he stroked her neck.

Connor stood up and took a long drag of his cigarette before walking to the coat hanger by the door and taking his signature leather jacket of the hook and throwing it over the red plaid shirt he was wearing. He stepped over Zach's sleeping body and picked up his shotgun giving it a quick once over before slinging it over his shoulder and writing a quick note for the pair "gone hunting, didn't wanna wake you, be back in a few hours. Also when did we get a wolf?" Connor said to himself. Quietly as he scribbled and put it down next to Zach.

"Wanna come hunting girl?" Connor asked the wolf as he pulled on his boots, the animal looked over at kira and Zach and sat down panting quietly "I get it girl" Connor said giving her a last scratch "keep em safe for me" Connor said as he left the cabin

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Kira:
Kira awoke to the sound of Connerr's voice and blinked against the light filtering down through the ceiling. She heard the other man leave and sat up slowly in bed, wincing against the pain in her ribs, which was now a constant reminder that she was a ticking time bomb. She rubbed her eyes and blinked some more until the figure wagging it's big fluffy tail came into focus.
"Oh."
Jade was excited that Kira recognized her and immediately pounced on her, sending her flying right back down on the make shift bed. Soon the girl was covered in wet slobbery kisses and Kira was laughing with pure joy. She didn't want to question how Jade was alive... honestly she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that the wolf like dog was back and jittery as ever.
Eventually Jade settled down and lay half between her and Zach, but mostly on top of her. Kira sighed heavily and turned her face towards her dear companion who'd woken up near the beginning of Jade's attack.
"I think Conner took a step out."
She scratched gently behind the dogs ears and in response Jade began thwopping her tail loudly on the floor. It was a good thing sound didn't travel as well in the cold.

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Rose:
Jamie scared her... she realized that in all the time she'd been with these two alone. She was scared of him. Now that they argued back and forth on whether or not to steal this poor and helpless man's supplies it was even more obvious. They were just a bunch of kids! Pretending that they could take on the world. Fight anyone. Steal Anything. Do everything... but they couldn't. They just couldn't. The loneliness ached inside her to the point that she forgot of her hunger some days. She wished to be back with the other group. She wished she could be taken care of. Honestly, now she wouldn't mind being treated like a child... it was nice having to not be responsible for herself. Her lip only quivered slightly.
"Look, can we at least talk to this person?" Patrick begged.
"No one trusts each other any more, dude. Especially when times are tough. We try talking to him and he could be gone along with our hope of not fucking starving to death. Worse yet, he gets the drop on us before we get the drop on him."
"This isn't right, Jamie," Patrick whispered desperately before looking over to Rose. "Back me up here and tell him we can't do this."
Jamie stared hard at Rose. "You know we're starting to run dry. You wanna survive, don't you?"
She didn't know what to do. Her heart told her over and over that this was not the right thing to do, but her stomach and brain told her this was what they needed. They would die.
She turned her eyes to Patrick and saw the same sadness she felt deep within his own eyes.
"Patrick... we need the food... he wouldn't just hand it over..." her voice was weak and she trailed off. She ducked her head and gripped her hands into a fist. She hated this so much. If they were still with the adults they would know what to do. Then a thought struck her.
"It would be stupid to just go at him guns blazing." she said finally and raised her eyes to meet the other two.
"If we could lower his guard..." she trailed off hoping they would realize too what they had to do.
"I'm small. And a girl. I can limp up to him and pretend to be all helpless." She tried to not cringe at the fact that she probably was helpless. "He probably won't give me his food and supplies, but I'm sure he'd definitely let his guard down around me. Then you two can come up behind him and..." she fell silent. They would have to kill him. No. She didn't want that, but what other option did they have. She clenched her jaw and lifted her chin in defiance. They had to do this... at least until her and Patrick could find a way to escape Jamie. She knew knocking the man out would be stupid. It might be winter, but that didn't mean all the walkers were frozen. And knocking him out in a cold like this could kill him.

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I blinked grogilly at Kira after Jade had knocked her back on the bed. "Jade...settle down." I yawned. I was zoning out a little when Kira's soft voice echoed in my ears.
"I think Connor took a step out." I heard the rustling of a piece of paper down on the floor. "Ah, he left a note." I said realizing what the shred of paper was. "It looks like he went out hunting. Hopefully he catches something, we're running out of supplies fast." I sighed as I looked up at the sky through the slats in the ceiling. "Maybe there's some stuff hidden around this building." I said getting up from the makeshift bed. I began rummaging through an antique desk that sat next to the bed. Of course there wasn't much left but I did find one treasure. In the far back of one of the drawers sat an old Pentax 35mm slr camera and some film. The paint on the corners were showing brass. It was obvious this camera was well loved. It was a beautiful piece of machinery, and reminded me of an old camera I used to have before earth went to shit. I turned around and crouched on the floor next to Kira and brought the viewfinder up to my eye. "Smile beautiful." I said as my beautiful companion came into focus. *Click* I laid back down next to her and held the camera above us. *Click*
"You know, it's amazing that after all this...our lives are said and done...this will be all that's left. That is if we can ever get this developed." I chuckled at the thought. "I miss documenting the world like this. I used to love photography. Maybe this is a sign that I should get back into it. After all, someone needs to document this mayhem."

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Patrick's face changed from pleading to disappointment as he heard Rose's response.
"Patrick... we need the food... he wouldn't just hand it over..."
He used to think that she was stronger. In a way, he almost looked up to her. It seemed she had been surviving without adult help when she had joined the group. She took the blame for the supplies, too. Yet there he was, trying convince the two to take the harder path and risk starvation. He knew that he couldn't argue with them and slumped against the shelves and stared off. Jamie smiled at Rose.
"Glad someone knows what's up."
Jamie listened and nodded at Rose's plan. As soon as she had finished speaking, the footsteps had stopped. Right in front of the convenience store, too from the sound of it. The man had heard something. There was no going back.
"Guess that's the plan," Jamie almost inaudibly whispered to Rose. "You go meet him in the front and I'll sneak up on him from behind through the back."
Patrick said nothing as the two left and stayed slumped behind the shelf. After a while, he took a quick peek out the shop window. The man was large and intimidating. He also looked very prepared. He wore a thick black winter coat with the hood pulled up and had a large backpack that was sure to have essentials. He seemed to be listening pretty intensely to whatever Rose was saying. Patrick only took a millisecond look before ducking his head back behind the shelf. That guy looked like he could fuck them all up. Patrick wondered how it could have come to this. He hardly ever felt taken seriously with Zach and Kira, but maybe it was for a good reason. Maybe he was just useless.
"Agh!" Patrick heard an unfamiliar voice yell. He got out from his hiding place expecting to see the man on the ground dead or dying, but instead saw something very different. Rose was lying in the snow and in front of her, the man was on top of Jamie, beating the hell out of him. Pretty soon he would beat the idiot to death. Embedded in the man's shoulder blade was a knife. Patrick frantically fumbled for his revolver and took a few seconds to aim.

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The bullet ripped through the glass and hit the poor man in the chest. He fell off of the attempted murderer, gasping for breath, as the real one approached him. Patrick locked eyes with his victim as he lay in the bloody snow, his life draining away. As the man died, it was hard to tell who was more pale and terrified: the man who had just been shot in the chest or Patrick. He continued to fearfully watch as the man shuddered and stopped breathing. Jamie staggered to his feet and saw him standing over the corpse. Saying nothing, he stepped past his petrified brother and began stripping the man of his winter clothes. They had almost forgotten the girl who had been caught upon Jamie's failed attack and knocked to the ground. Patrick shambled over to Rose. He remained pale, but his expression was blank.
"You ok?" It was a question, but without any emotion in his voice, it sounded like a statement.

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Connor was sitting on the gangway under a large sign advertising a strip club a few miles down with a small ancient pair of binoculars that Kira had found in the shack scanning the decrepit highway and the areas around it for life. The burnt out shells of cars covered the highway each coated with a thick layer of snow and moss. The wasteland looked beautiful and to Connor it was strangely comforting. It was like being in a combat zone, you kept your eyes open and your mind clear, there was no more worrying about bill's, that new manager at work who's looking to fire you or in Connor's case, there was no worrying about whether your work was legal or not. In this new world it was survive or die, and that's just the way Connor liked it.

After half an hour of watching the highway Connor pulled his way down of the catwalk, he jumped the last metre or so onto the hood of a old mustang, it was probably once someone's pride and joy now just left to rust. Trudging through the snow Connor scanned the highway for signs of movement. Connor had been walking for a mile or so when he saw the smoke billowing up from one side of the highway, Connor scrambled over the icy cold railings and went back into the forest following a game trail towards the smoke. The camp had been set up in and around an old dinner. It looked pretty well organised, men and women strolled around the camp in a mixture of civilian and military gear, most were carrying automatic rifles and the vehicles all looked ex-millitary apart from a large oil truck that was parked up next to the dinner. In the dinner Connor could see meat being butchered on the counter before thrown onto a rack over a fire, Connor found himself salivating until he saw one of the butchers pull the body of a young man of a meat hook and start to hack at his leg.

Connor quickly pulled his shotgun from over his shoulder and tucked himself further into his hiding spot "Fucking cannibals" He whispered to himself as he watched, it had been bound to happen Connor thought as he watched them work, given enough time any predator would turn to cannibalism if there's nothing to eat. Connor watched for an hour or so as patrols of men came back into the camp with more supplies and every now and then a prisoner was dragged out and paraded around as men and women alike jeered and laughed. Connor quickly made his way back to the cabin as he watched a mother and two little boys get pulled out the back of one of the cannibals trucks. "You guys should start packing Connor saidas he burst into the groups cabin.

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Connor burst in to the snack, sternly telling us to pack up.
"Pack up? Are you crazy? We can't leave yet. We still need to stock up on supplies!" Then he told me about the cannibals. I mean, for fucks sake, it wasn't bad enough the undead were out to get us... Now the living craved fucking flesh. "Fuck...we're gonna need to make sure they don't catch us leaving... Wait. Did you make sure no one foll---" It was then I heard the roar if a pickup coming right for us. "Fuck! They followed you!!!" Before Connor had a chance to defend himself the metal monster smashed through the wall, sending us all to the floor!
"Get 'em boys!!!" God damn inbred hillbillies... The leader was a skinny little redneck, the other two were tweedle Dee and tweedle fuckin' dumbshit. Before we could get up, they had us pinned to the floor. The three of us struggled to get up, but to no avail. They'd taken our weapons, all of them...we were flat faced fucked. The leader came up to me. "Y'all didn't think we wouldn't find ya, did ya?"
"Fuck you, you inbred son of a bitch!"
"Ain't no one call my momma a bitch!!!" He screamed, kicking me in the gut .
"I bet your mama is your sister too, huh!"
"If ya don't shut your fucking mouth, I'll shoot 'er off!"
"Fine with me. I'd rather be dead than having this conversation with you... Your IQ is probably lower than that of Tweedle Dumbshit overthere." That's when I felt the butt of his scatter gun crack me in the face and everything went black. I heard a faint voice come through the darkness.
"Zach..." It was Kira. Shit, I had to snap out of it. When I came to we were in the back of the truck. I could hear the skinny fuck taking to others. We must've been at the camp.
"Probably a weeks worth here in the truck."
"Take them to the holding pen in the back and put them with the others." They proceeded to moving us out of the truck, and as he was dragging Connor out of the truck, I heard the quiet growl of our guardian angel. "Jade...shhhh." She must've followed us. She hid crouched in a bush right next to the truck. As soon as everyone was out she reared for attack. "Get him!" I whispered. Swift and quiet like the wind, she took the man, and the tweedle twins out. I struggled to get out of the rope. I felt the cold, wet nudge of Jade's nose. She has something in her mouth. A knife! I carefully cut the bonds from around my wrists. "Thank god you found us, girl." I cut the others free. Lucky for us, only the "stock" had seen anything, and those who did were quietly begging to be released. Our escape had fueled there hope for rescue but there was no way we could take down a whole diner full of people alone. We would need the help of the prisoners. We needed to lead a mini revolt. But there was also no way for us to leave these poor souls behind. I grabbed my revolver back from the skinny one, and handed Connor his shotgun.
"We gotta help them."

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"Smart fucker you got yourself there" Connor said spitting out a mouthful of blood as he took his pistols of one of the men giving him a nasty boot to the throat as he tried to talk. "I've seen guys like this all over, afgan, somalia, Kenya, just a bunch of bullies" Connor eyed up the truck, it looked it decent shape still "If we give those prisoners means and motive I'm pretty sure they'll kick some ass. Zach, if me and you drive around the front raising a little hell Kira can sneak in with the gear these guys donated to the cause and let the prisoners out" Connor said as he examined a well kept M16 that one of the men had dropped "With all the confusion I bet it wouldn't take to much trouble"

Connor looked down at one of the men they definetly didn't look military, probably just rednecks who had raided a national guard depot. Connor looked around at his companions waiting for there reactions.

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"You got this Kira?" She nodded silently. I knew she could open the lock no problem as long as we could distract them long enough. I tossed one of the cannibals m16s to Connor. "I'll Drive." I scrambled for the huge, ratty muscle truck, looking around for a key. No use... Or until I realized the ignition didn't need a key. "Oh it can't be that simple." I grabbed hold of the shiny ignition switch and the engine roared to life. "Well come on, we ain't got all day!" Connor hopped in, and we took off around the corner. I drove around the block until we could see the diner from a safe distance. I wanted to see how many cannibals we had to mow down. There must've been a little over 70 crammed into that little corner diner. We were out numbered. There must've only been around 20 people in the pen, but it could be done, especially if we chopped down a few with the truck.

"Ready?" Connor nodded. I pressed my foot down on the accelerator and red lined the engine. We got the cannibals attention. They began watching us through the windows, just waiting to attack. I released the clutch, smoking the tires, and sped towards the diner. "Shoot!" I shouted as I made a hard left. "Take out the windows, we'll at least ruin their shelter." The machine gun rattled off like a firecracker, shattering the glass. Another pass in reverse and we took out a few members. "Fuck yeah!" I slammed the shifter back into second, and dropped the clutch. We sat still, tires smoking, for on the brakes. About ten of them came outside guns aimed for us. "Get down." I sternly told Connor as I ducked, releasing the brakes. SSSSCCCRREEeeeeccchh!!! We launched like a rocket right into the fuckers. I heard the shattering of the windshield, as the machine guns popped off. Those sounds were replaced with the cracking of bones and the splattering of skulls. I got back up and spun the truck around. A few were still standing. Same tactic, only this time I didn't duck. One by one we ran and shot more down until I saw the prisoners being released. "Good...they're out." I pulled the truck into the alley. "Connor, out. I'll catch up in a second. Make sure they all hang back for a minute. I got a surprise for the cannibalistic fucks." He joined the rest as I sped around the block. I positioned the truck a few blocks from the diner and grabbed a rag from the back seat, soaking It in vodka from the truck. "I hope these bastards like cocktails." I said as I jammed the rag into the filler neck of the external gas tank. I picked up a brick from the ground and took my lighter out of my vest pocket. Quickly I lit the rag, placed the brick on the accelerator and watched the truck drive off into the darkness. A few seconds later, the whole neighborhood shook and a bright flash of light filled the sky. "OK... That was a bit bigger than I expected." I darted back towards the diner just in time to see the prisoners over running the diner. I reunited my comrades and joined in the rest of the fight.

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"What a waste of good vodka" Connor said with a grim laugh as he popped his head around the side of the alley to fire of a short burst at the cannibals. The rounds peppered the back of the dinner one catching the jaw of a woman ripping it clean off. Connor couldn't help but grin to himself, this was almost too easy. Connor ran from the alley and quickly slid into cover behind one of the cannibals trucks, peaking out from behind he started firing a long burst into the diner as he saw the prisoners joining the fight the tracers from there guns joining in on the assault, in the dying light Connor watched the cannibals get cut down by there gunfire until a grenade was thrown through one of the dinner windows with a flash of light and a deafening bang.

Connor trained his rifle on the dinner ready to put a round in the chest of anyone who got up, about 15 feet from the front of the diner and after what seemed like an hour of silence Connor slung the rifle over his shoulder and picked up a cheap cigar from the pocket of one of the cannibals. "Well you shouldn't have" Connor said to the corpse as he lit it "Just the kind I like as well". Connor pulled one of his pistols out of his shoulder holster and turned around to Zach, kira and the prisoners and gave them the international " watch my ass symbol" before walking in. The bell above the door still rang despite the carnage, the counter was in 2 separate chunks on opposite side, the back wall looked like it had been out of chicken wire and the mangled corpses of about 35 cannibals littered the floor "Please..........please help me" one of them crooked from one of the corners of the diner.

Connor walked over to the woman. She was young, blond and probably pretty attractive without all the blood and dirt on her face "Help me" she crooked again. She was grasping onto her stomach where a piece of shrapnel had ripped her guts out. Connor took a long drag of the cigar before slowly exhaling into the woman's face "Honestly sweetheart" Connor said as he gently put a hand on her cheek using a thumb to wipe away a tear "you haven't got long" Connor pulled her into a little hug as he cocked his browning holding it out of the woman's sight "Probably best for you to make peace with whatever god you have" They waited in silent embrace for almost a minute before Connor put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger before she knew what had happened.

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((OOC: Sorry for not posting sooner. I've actually been doing ACT prep classes after school and haven't had any time to post. The ACT is tomorrow morning ^-^ So i'll post after.))

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((OOC: Oh my gosh guys, I'm so sorry for my inactivity! I really miss this RP <3 Hell Adjacent isn't really working out, so I'm moving back here! I'll post whenever I can find time, I'll re-introduce Tallara and the the group and yeaah!))

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I'm still here and may be able to get yurface to come back aka David! Sorry for my inactivity as well just things got busy and I honestly forgot after a long while of testing and other annoying life stuff mostly school.

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((Alright, I'm finally back! Time to make the first post with Tallara since the small group joined her on her lil' search. I don't really remember who attended her, how how long it's been, but I do know that it's winter. Time to see how this goes~))

One could have sworn the bone-chilling cold was not only vibrating up and down their bones, but literally biting into them like a rabid beast that hadn't feasted in ages. At least, that's how it felt when Tallara woke up to find the shotty motel the group had spent the night in was leaching in the cold as if it were some kind of magnet of sorts. She'd gotten used to it, of course, but that was mostly due to her constant shivering becoming something of natural habit... like breathing. It was almost like she'd forgotten what it felt like those days she couldn't sleep from under her covers in her dad's apartment, sweating under her covers due to the air conditioner breaking in the middle of what might have been the hottest summer ever.
She never thought she'd say this, but she missed those days. Sure, it was sticky and hot as hell, but at least she didn't dwell on the thought of her very toes breaking off like frost-stricken twigs. The very thought made her shiver.

Now they were looking for a new vehicle to travel in... their last car got stuck in the snow and caused Tallara's short fit to at least warm her up to a decent extent. Maybe that was the trick? Using her quick temper to force her body temperature to go up? She shook her head, that was a stupid idea. She had only a vague idea as to where they were, and the lack of usable automobiles was shocking compared to what it had been in the city or hightways. She could remember people becoming too frantic for their lives to be patient with traffic during the break out that they actually left their vehicles behind... keys and all.

She sucked in a breath and took a short look around, catching a street sign indicating that they were walking along Deer Creek Canyon Road. Or at least that's what it looked like through the blizzard. She cupped her hands to her mouth and let out a shiver. They were almost there. She looked behind her to make sure the others were still following. "You guys alive back there?"

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wow fucking RIP roleplay

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((I hate to agree with yurface66 but I think Dead Fingers is officially dead... I wish it wasn't but we've seemed to reach the end of the story. They've already been through so much, and so many have gone and passed, and it might be time to let them go their separate ways. If you guys wish to continue... hey... maybe we just need a new set of characters and a new location! But for now I think our journey with this rogue band of misfits has been ran dry and they're ready to be let go.))

A shadow passed over Kira's face. The trees were blowing in the wind and a soft warm breeze touched the grass. They were resting under a lone tree on a hill. They could see all the land stretching out before them, mountains on one side, and the ocean would be in the other. There were strangers a little ways away setting up camp for the night. She stopped trying to remember names and faces, what was the point when they would all either leave or die? She didn't think she could take it anymore. Losing people would always be hard. It would never "get easier with time". Zach's face hovered nearby. Now there was a familiar face she would always remember. It had been a year and some months since she'd parted ways with her old friends. It hurt her so deeply that she now knew she would never see any of those other familiar faces again.

Patrick, with his innocence and playful smile. Bravery.
Tallara, with her strong will and sarcastic jokes. Passionate.
Zach, with his loyalty and drive to protect his friends. Love.
There were so many. So many people she had fought beside and had almost died beside. People who'd died for her, dogs, people who she had sacrificed herself for.

A tear fell down her face. The sun was hot and warm. It was summer again. The winter had been long, and painful, everyone had bones protruding and dark circles under their eyes. The dead would never haunt them more than those dark winters had. No food. No warmth. It would last days, weeks, months. You could never escape the cold. Fire would bring danger. Danger would bring death. Sickness would follow no matter how far you ran. And now that the sun had melted all of that away it was almost like a bad dream.

Kira had hoped she'd get better. Her ribs had to be broken multiple times from healing wrong. No matter what she did or what she took the pain never would go away. And now she lay in the shade with a cool breeze blowing through the branches and the sweat wouldn't leave. She shivered from a cold that was deeper than her bones and her throat was scratchy and faint.

Her vision had become blurry these past few months. These past few weeks she'd been in and out of this sickness. Whatever it was it was only getting worse. Everyone they'd come in contact with had become fearful of her, her cries of pain were enough to draw anyone nearby, and her feverish sweating and coughing scared anyone away. They were afraid she was turning into a zombie. They didn't want to stay with her and Zach long because of fear she would die in her sleep and eat everyone.

Now they kept away from everyone else and they were only allowed to follow a group as long as one of her hands were tied up while they slept. A rope rash had burned into her right wrist but she could no longer feel the pain.

The world was growing hazy again and Kira shook her feverish head. Sweat dripped off her skin in pools. Her skin was hot to the touch but she was shivering and cold.

"Zach??" She called out but her voice was weak. How much longer did she have? She knew this wouldn't last forever and she knew she wouldn't get better. Her ribs had been broken too many times and they would never heal right. They couldn't just keep breaking them. She was sure they'd damaged her insides already and they'd caused an infection in her blood. There was no getting better. At least not without REAL medical care... and even then she wasn't sure she'd be able to really walk right anymore.

She knew it deep down... she was dying. She'd known it ever since her ribs were first broken in that death-machine. It would be fine if it had been one, but it had been many, and they had been crushed.
She knew she was dying when the winter came in and she was always sick. It made it hard for her body to heal herself.

She knew deep down now, as she lay under a tree on a blood stained sheet, the sun never seeming to reach her core that she was dying today.

"Zach!?" she called out in fear. Her vision was blurring more and now she was scared."

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Death can be a royal bitch, but it can also be a blessing. There comes a point when the endless pain and suffering has to end. Disease spreads, bones break, living becomes pointless... especially with no medical care to be seen. We'd heard reports of cures and solutions... Of army hospitals and revolutionary medicines... But it was all here say and rumors. I didn't know where we were anymore. The days began to blur together, and time took is toll on our weary souls. We didn't have anything left in us.

We were alone, Kira and I. Many people had come and gone, but we stuck together. I kept telling her and myself that'd everything would be alright. We'd survive this hell hole, start a new life, maybe even start a family... No that'd never taken though. Survival was a fools errand. Kira was severely injured. Her ribs never healed properly, she probably had plenty of internal bleeding, it was a miracle she lasted this long... But she was tough.

Unfortunately her wounds scared every group we could find. She has had one foot in the grave for a while now and they all knew it. They expected the worst, thinking she would become what we've all been fighting against. I'd have to tie her up at night for their own illusions of safety, but I wouldn't ever leave her behind. We were meant to be together, and I believed we were meant to go out together.


We've been on this hill for a while now... I've been listening to the wind blow as I watched over my love... My life. I know she doesn't have much time left. Death had been knocking on our door all afternoon. Kira's laying in the grass next to me. It's finally warm again, and the harsh winter is over yet she still shivers. I know she doesn't have much time left. Faintly, she calls my name and I lay down next to her. She's worried, I can hear it in her voice. I turn towards her and gently grab her hand.
"Listen to me. I love you. It's gonna be alright."
Her hand tightens with every last ounce of strength she has. She knows I'm not taking survival. I kiss her forehead.
"I'm right here with you."

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((Hey everyone; sadly, yeah, it looks like the RP has reached a conclusion. I had a fantastic time roleplaying with you guys, and Tallara is still one of my favorite characters I've made to date, and it's all thanks to you all that she got as far as she did! Not to mention that this has been one of my most memorable experiences with roleplay. So thank you all so, so much <3 As for what happened to Tallara, let's say that she lost the others in the blizzard and had to continue on her own again.

If you guys are still interested in reuniting with her and me, I'm going to be moving her to a roleplay group on Deviant art you can find here: https://shattered-frontier.deviantart.com/ Her journey will continue there, and she'll never forget the friends she made in Dead Fingers. It's because of these nerds that she's the person she is today. If any of you have a DA and want to reconnect, I'm all up for it!

Thanks again everybody. You're all amazing!))

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((I'll just chime in now that it looks certain that Dead Fingers is done. Like Tytress, you guys are all awesome. If any of you want to continue any zombie roleplays, I'm down. I'd say I've gotten to be a significantly better writer since I started and it would be cool to keep Patrick going. It's pretty crazy that I started roleplaying with you guys when I was in middle school and now I'm in college. Tytress, I'd be up for Shattered Frontier but I have no idea how navigate all of that Deviant art formatting if you want to teach me, hah. To those of you who are done with this for good, goodbye and to quote the Big Lebowski: "hope you folks enjoyed yourselves".))

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(( Yeah, it's crazy to think think how young I was back when I started Roleplaying here and now I'm graduating from High School! I'd be totally down for helping ya out whenever it's convienent, Towels! I'm not the best at explaining things, but I can try! And Shattered Frontier actually has a Discord group that can probably help out, too. They're very welcoming and were hella helpful for me when I was getting settled. My Discord is elTyrani#0178, hit me up whenever it's convenient for you and I can see what I can do c: And if you don't have a Discord either, it should be relatively easy-ish to under stand once you get your account all set up and start playing around. ))

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((Thanks, Tytress. I sent a friend you request on Discord. I'm yoitsniceout#7337 so ya know.))

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A farm in the middle of a forest in Durango Colorado. It's owned by Daniel Winters who has taken in a band of survivors. He's got a barn and a fence surrounding the lot. There's a creek and a river nearby and the town of Durango isn't that far off either.

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Benjamin Yearling

He is 18-years old, real smart with guns, and Autistic, but can talk to others.

Character Portrait: Conner Heywood
Conner Heywood

I'd rather be back in Afghan

Character Portrait: Joss McCoy
Joss McCoy

I may not be able to save everyone, but I will do everything in my power to save everyone I can 'til the day I die.

Character Portrait: Gabriel Kennedy
Gabriel Kennedy

Everything happens for a reason.

Character Portrait: Desiree' (Dezzy) Walker
Desiree' (Dezzy) Walker

I'm still a bit new to this... zombie thing.

Character Portrait: Bronwyn Nish
Bronwyn Nish

"What's the point of being an adult if you can't be childish at times?"

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Character Portrait: Mareiza Beautan
Mareiza Beautan

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Character Portrait: Joseph Deslauriers
Joseph Deslauriers

Strong, durable, and hearty, Joe is a loyal companion with a "Never say die," attitude and a will to do what it takes.

Character Portrait: Kira Rae Smith
Kira Rae Smith

In a world like this skill and technique isn't the only thing you need, but Hope.

Character Portrait: Knox Anderson
Knox Anderson

"There is nothing to fear anymore."

Character Portrait: Gabriel Kennedy
Gabriel Kennedy

Everything happens for a reason.

Character Portrait: Jeremy Rowsdower
Jeremy Rowsdower

35mm Schizo

Character Portrait: Jade rose
Jade rose

A short, shy girl with shoulder-length dark purple dyed hair and a slim figure. She's surprisingly good at keeping her head under pressure, though she doesn't generally enjoy violence in any way.

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Jamie Robertson
Jamie Robertson

hOnK :o)

Character Portrait: Desiree' (Dezzy) Walker
Desiree' (Dezzy) Walker

I'm still a bit new to this... zombie thing.

Character Portrait: Tallara H. Ryan
Tallara H. Ryan

She's what you might call a delinquent with good intentions... just don't get on her bad side.

Character Portrait: Luna Wheeler
Luna Wheeler

Nothing a bandaid and a bottle of Vodka couldn't fix.

Character Portrait: Hunter Izawa
Hunter Izawa

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Character Portrait: Knox Anderson
Knox Anderson

"There is nothing to fear anymore."

Character Portrait: Robin Thayne
Robin Thayne

Permanence, perseverance and persistence in spite of all obstacles, discouragement, and impossibilities: It is this, that in all things distinguishes the strong soul from the weak.

Character Portrait: Benjamin Yearling
Benjamin Yearling

He is 18-years old, real smart with guns, and Autistic, but can talk to others.

Character Portrait: Joss McCoy
Joss McCoy

I may not be able to save everyone, but I will do everything in my power to save everyone I can 'til the day I die.


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Durango CO - Farm House

Durango CO - Farm House by xSilentButterflyx

A farm in the middle of a forest in Durango Colorado. It's owned by Daniel Winters who has taken in a band of survivors. He's got a barn and a fence surrounding the lot. There's a creek and a river nearby and the town of Durango isn't that far off either.

Camping Resort CO

Camping Resort CO by xSilentButterflyx

This was a camping resort that some survivors took as refuge for only a night. They were attacked by bandits and it is now taken over by a hoard of zombies. A train track runs by the outside of it and this track will lead to two more destinations.

Earth: America

Earth: America by xSilentButterflyx

America is the nation of which the roleplay primarily staged.

Prologue- America

Prologue- America by xSilentButterflyx

Just before the apocalypse.

San Francisco

San Francisco by xSilentButterflyx

The last large city left un bombed.

Durango CO - Farm House

A farm in the middle of a forest in Durango Colorado. It's owned by Daniel Winters who has taken in a band of survivors. He's got a barn and a fence surrounding the lot. There's a creek and a river nearby and the town of Durango isn't that far off either.

Earth: America

America is the nation of which the roleplay primarily staged.

Camping Resort CO

This was a camping resort that some survivors took as refuge for only a night. They were attacked by bandits and it is now taken over by a hoard of zombies. A train track runs by the outside of it and this track will lead to two more destinations.

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