Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »

Players Wanted: Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! » Long term partner to play an older male wanted »

0
followers
follow

Samuel Lockland

"A conscious will get ya killed in times like these, I split with mine a long time ago."

0 · 315 views · located in The Prison

a character in “Surviving Day by Day”, as played by CombatWombat

Description

Samuel Lockland
Image

Age: 41

Gender: Male

Zombies Killed: Hundreds maybe? Keeping track hasn't ever been high on his to-do list, but it does seem like he finds more just about every five minutes.

Family Killed: None, though he did have to put down a friend after watching him get bitten.

Hobbies: Mechanic work and vehicular repair, cooking, hunting, looting, and collecting glasses.

Likes: Knives, cars, scavenging supplies, sunglasses.

Dislikes: Firearms [way too noisy] waiting, conflict, letting emotions get in the way of logic.

Family: None he's seen or spoken to in years, though he has a strong feeling his Ex-Wife is still alive somewhere and kickin' ass.

Weapons:
An industrial sized chain
Image

Machete
Image

A few knives
Image

Compound Bow
Image

Other: Sam's most prized possession is a black, chromed out Harley Davidson Fatboy he "Acquired" while in Tennessee. He refuses to use any weapon that makes excess noise unless it's a dire emergency. He owned a garage in North Carolina before the world came to an end.

Image

So begins...

Samuel Lockland's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Samuel Lockland
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Wal-Mart was a dangerous place nowadays, Walkers shoulder to shoulder and too many narrow passageways to get boxed in, but, if you know what you're doing it can be a damn fine place to round up some much needed supplies. The parking lot was quiet, nothing but a few dispatched walkers, some abandoned cars, and an old motorcycle parked outside the lawn and garden entrance. Samuel had been inside for what seemed like an hour or better, more than enough time for something bad to happen, like getting himself trapped or worse. It was almost noon, and for the longest time the only sound that could be heard outside were the chirping of the birds, until, some far off cackling faded in, it was him. Samuel exploded out of the glass door, laughing like a mad man, and sprinting as fast as his long legs would take him. In one hand he had a 24 pack of bottled water, in the other was a case of Miller Lite, and the pack on his shoulders was stocked full of canned food and cigarettes. He was soaked from head to toe in blood with a massive crowd of Geeks right on his heels.

Coming up on his bike, Sam slid the water and beer into the saddlebags and hopped on. They were closing in, he reached into his pocket for his keys, one of the Walkers latched on to his back pack as the engine turned over and Sam took off. The large man grabbed the corpse by the nape of it's old shirt and stomped it's face into the pavement at 45 miles per hour, causing it to bounce wildly before it hit the ground behind him with a sickening thud. Shopping, that's what he called it anyway, it was sick and a bit sadistic but he was enjoying himself without hurting anyone still alive, no harm no foul, right?

Turning out of the lot and up the highway, he decided he would just go straight for a while just to see what was out there, not like he had much else to do anyway.

A few hours and many miles later, Sam spotted a car turn off an interstate exit towards a prison, considering it had been almost two months since he had last seen people it seemed worth checking out. On his way down to the gate Samuel spotted a young girl in the treeline headed the same way as himself, too fast to be a Walker, but too far out of his way to offer a ride. The Prison seemed to be a popular spot around these parts, with the girl in the woods and two more nestled up by the fence, and not too many walkers around, the gate seemed to present a problem though. If it were unlocked then obviously none of these kids would be sitting around out here, so might as well find a way around it.

The rider pulled himself off the bike and lit himself a cigarette before taking a quick walk around the perimeter.