Introduction
1. No Godmodding. Sheesh, leave some zombies for the rest of us.
2. "When all else fails, refer to the guilde" is my motto. If you hear information that you believe is invalid, then point out where the right info is.
3. This is based off of Max Brooks Zombie Survival Guide, where his zombies are real zombies. You dont like it. Go back to your zombies that can fly, wield weapons, and kill men without trying.
4. Be fair. Dont kill other players on purpose. "Friendly fire" or accidental gunshots are acceptable, given they are fine with both parties.
5. Dont whine if your character is killed. Bring in another. There are no limitations on characters in this roleplay.
6. Have fun. Kinda self explainitory chief.
7. Be realistic. You dont carry a damn Lowes in your knapsack. Nor do you carry an armory. Dont use any futuristic guns, or super secret guns. I'm nerdraging the second I see someone with a railgun.
However, if you are in a house, holdout or "Fortress" you may have an excess of supplies, but NOT INFINITE
First off, let's have your character. (Doesnt nessicarily have to be in this order.)
1. Apearance- What your guy, girl, or it looks like. Clothing is included in this section.
2. Personality- What your guy girl or it is like? It can be as simple as friendly, and optimistic, or a complex detailing. (I prefer the later, but whatever. Your character.)
3. Style- How do you prefer/specialize in killing zombies? Picking them off afar with a high powered rifle? Smashing their skulls in with a crowbar? Be creative.
4. Weaponry- What weapons you have. These include:
-Primary
-Secondary
-Ammo Savers, AkA, melee weapons (Dont have to have if your secondary is a melee, but by all means, have two melee weapons if you want.)
Having links to pictures of your weapons would be absolutely fantastic.
5. Other Misc. Equipment- What other do you have beside your means of turning zombies back into corpses?
6. Family or other party members? (You dont have to apply this if you're solo.)
7. History- You wanna let us in on what your character has been through? Is he an ex-marine? A ruthless killer released during the confusion? A crazed postalworker? Be creative!
8. Your part in this new zombie filled world.- Are you a survivor trying to live to see the day where no more zombies are present? Perhaps a raider wanting to take everything the survivors have scrounged. It's your choice. (Zombies are NPCs. Sorry.)
9. Miscilanious- Info that you might want to share that isnt specified by other categories.
10. Your knowlage on Max Brooks zombies. This falls into 5 categories, and you'll just have to put this somewhere on your character page.
1= "Who is this Mack Brook guy, and why is he making zombies?"
2= I've heard friends talking about it, but never actually seen the book.
3= I've seen the book, maybe even skimmed a few of the pages.
4= I've read, and partially memorized the Zombie Survival Guide.
5= I've read, memorized, and live by the Zombie Surivival Guide.
For the sake of confusion avoidance, we'll all start in the same state (I randomly selected Ohio). Weither your driving a truck, on foot, or maybe even in a chopper, is up to you.
Ironicly, the year is 2012.
Lets get started!
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appearance: blue jeans black sweatshirt
age: 24
equipment:12 gauge shotgun,44 magnum
killing style: aiming for the head
description: sam is a criminal who likes killing things when zombies appeared he grabbed a gun and had some fun.
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TAK, TAK TAK, TAK, TAK. His rifle pierced the relative silence of his abode, other than the deep moan of shamblers outside the building.
"Fucking! Die! Will you!?!" A few of the infected dropped dead, flopping inside of his doorway, only replaced with more. "There is no damn end to these guys!" Joey yelled into his cellular phone.
"Hold on man, I'll be there in about thirty minutes. You gonna make it?" a masculine voice replied. "Yeah. This place is a private armory if anything. Just pedal to the metal, asshole! I'd rather not be a corpse when you get here! Joey yelled back. "Yeah yeah. Driving's hard when roadways are packed bumper to bumper, dickhead. Just hold on!" The cell phone clicked, indicating the other line had hung up. "Goddamnit, Justin...your ass better get here soon."
TAK TAK TAK, TAK, TAK, TAK. His rifle rapped again on the quiet moans of the zombies. Yet more fell, and yet more came. There were none at his doorway, but he could still hear their shambling steps, and insanity involking moans. He cautiously poked his head out of his door, seeing there were countless more zombies in about a 500 foot radius of his house, but none he could see within 100 feet. He was in an rural part of Ohio, thank God.
He picked his cell up again, speed dialing his family. "Hey, Pop! Pop, it's me Joey. Hey, are you alright?" An elderly voice responded over the device quietly. "Just fine and dandy here, Joe. Me and Nanny are hiding, Jason, Rachel, Lee, Patti and Sherri are here with us." "That's great Pop! You have any defense?" Joey asked calmly. "I've got my peppergun, and Lee and Jason have their handguns. We're okay for now, I'd think." "Alright. Any word on my Mom yet?"
"She called earlier, saying she was headed this way with Samuel and Allen."
"Good, make sure they're safe, okay? Find out about Robbert and James too."
"Can do, Joe. Be safe, okay?"
"Yeah Pop, love and bye." Joey hung up the phone, sighing. At least his family was safe.
He looked out the window again, surveying his surrounding. Zombies were now at about 60 feet and closing. A few were ahead by a bit, but not far. Joey sighed heavily. He took the clip from his rifle, begining to replace the rounds he had used shooting this 'wave'. he was down to 141 5.56 rounds now, but he was still safe. His house was above ground, and windows were high enough to not be a threat of imediate infiltration. Popping the clip back in his trusty Israeli rifle, chaimbering the first shot, and putting the gun on Semi-Auto, he took one last look around his property, hoping he would see more than mindless fleshnibblers...
He finally heard a blare over his short-wave radio. They were scrambled badly, but he was able to make out "Unknown foe" "Bullet, and explosive resistant" and "Attacks by bite" . He didnt need to hear any more of this. They were relaying this over a local broadcast system. A little LATE on the draw there, Prez'dent, don'cha think? Joey thought. I'm probably the only one left alive for miles. It's at times like this, out of all the things I HAVE in this house, walkie-talkie is not one of those things.... Well, Dialing 911 would be usless, Military is probably clogged, and Marshals are probably already fighting shit. All he could do is wait, and pray that someone could find his location, and save his sorry hide.
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George stirred, grabbing his 700P as he walked up to the roof, nodding to Sgt. Williams, who was sitting with his Carbine, watching the incoming group of zombies on the second floor walkway, right next to an open window. The other three privates, and second Corporal, were down on the first floor, where the main, and only, door was barricaded and manned at all times. They had close range weapons, so they would fire on anything that got through his and Williams kill zones. The chaos that had taken over during the outbreak had cut off the majority of other routes to the warehouse, although they patrolled the walls of the warehouse they had turned into a stronghold hourly. They watched for stresses that might lead to a break in, and zombies clawing on the sides or something that needed a shot to the head. He hit the roof and dropped to a prone position, the setup on his perch letting him zero his scope in on the first with complete ease. It had been an early casualty in this mess, barely able to walk the decay was that bad. It was also slouching in the lead, so it went down first. The crack of his 700P made him flinch as the round blew clean through the hostiles head. He hated he had no silencer, more hostiles showed up as they had to take out ones attracted before. But they had good position and supplies, so it was nothing to worry about yet. He tapped into his teams frequency, listening to their chatter.
"Owe me $5 Johnson. He nailed it right between the eyes."
"Shut it Bruce, that was off, and you know it!"
"You just don't have $5, do you?"
George smirked at the banter as he fired again, dropping the next hostile. It was about the only way they stayed sane through this mess, team bantering. He went through a 5 shot mag, and reloaded, when Williams opened up in semi auto, dropping the ones that crossed the imaginary line that divided up their kill zones. He kept the maximum range of his rifle, Williams covered up to the maximum of the MP-5's, and Bruce kept danger close down with his shotgun. It was a well planned defense, and worked beautifully for the way they were bunkered down. The pilot came over to watch, smoking one of those expensive cigars of his, while his co-pilot kept doing maintenance on the chopper. They had a few cans of fuel, not enough to get anywhere, but it was better then nothing if they HAD to get out fast. Pilot was Jack, all George could remember about the man, who spoke to George as he fired again.
"So, how many this time?"
"Oh, 'bout 40 or 50 this time around. They are getting unusually close in size to giving Bruce some fun with that boomstick of his."
The pilot chuckled and wandered back to help his co-pilot with the chopper, and George re-focused, feeling the hit in his shoulder as the rifle fired again, dropping another hostile. Don't rush, they are obviously in no hurry, why should he be in one? They had figured that pretty early, so they took their time, dropping the ones closest and working back. Don't worry about the back of the crowd, stick to the front of your kill zone and just work there. Most times the MP-5's didn't even fire, between Williams and George they kept them suppressed. Suppressed, meaning they didn't get close. Mindless things didn't care for taking cover, made their job easy and hard. Oh well, they had plenty of stockpiles from early in the outbreak. He had the slight hope that there were some civilians left who would follow the gunfire here, and reinforce their lines.
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As the zombies approached his front door, lumbering up his deck, he aimed down the irons of his rifle. He took a deep breath, and holding his weapon close as he fired his rifle more, shot zooming through the head of his undead foes. His shots were rapid, but controlled, placing the sight on each zombies forehead before pulling the trigger, watching the corpses begin to pile up. The brainless began to stumble and trip over their own fallen, as they tried to get to the man behind the hastily reinforced dorway.
Joey sighed. Survival wise, he was doing well! His house wasnt breached other than his front door, and the doors that lead to the other part of the house were locked, and barricaded with furniture and because he didnt have anything else, a few art statues, that his uncle had given him. He didnt like them much, but they weighed a ton, and were bitch to move without wheels. He refocused on the invading undead, shooting them as they drew close. Although he was a good shot, he was noticing the zombies were getting closer and closer to him before he was able to drop them. He couldnt think of words to describe the failing situation he was in. He knew he wouldnt last much longer, but Justin was still at least twenty minutes away. Leaving was out of the question, as he'd probably get stuck on a zombie, or something of that to his luck. Not to mention his bike was nowhere near packed to go.
Perhaps his stroke of bad luck was about to change, though! One of the zombies he recently shot down was a law enforcement officer. A tubby one, but one none the less! If he got lucky, MAYBE he'd still have his radio on him. It was a risk. But it was either die here slowly waiting on help, or risk it all trying to get that talkie! He took a deep gulp, fired at a few more zombies, dropping them in succession. he checked his door, and replaced his clip with a spare that was lying on his coffee table nearby, preping it for fire. His deck was a straightshot, luckily, so majority of the zombies had to come in a straight line towards him. Gathing what testicular fortitude he had, he stepped through the hole in his doorway, using the corpses of the recently dropped as stepping stones. He was rather proud of himself. Twenty down!....20 million more to go. he though. He noticed something though. Less and less zombies were migrating his direction now. Something else distracting them? Leading them away from his location? It was impossible for it to be Justin.... He didnt have time to think like this, especially out in the open. He bent down delicately plucking the radio from the corpse of the pudgy zombie with an audible "Uuugh". He took a step back inside, looking outside. Zombies were still closing on his location, but he had a maybe 30 second break before he had to pick up his gun again to ensure his safety.
He clicked the radio on. It still worked! This really was his day! He pressed the talk button, speaking loudly and clearly into it.
"Mayday mayday mayday, this is Corporal Puckett of U.S. Army Rangers. I am trapped at Eight. Four. One. One. Clairence Blvd. If anyone is out there respond, IMMEDIATELY over!" He waited about fifteen seconds, reloading his rifle to a full clip again, getting ready to deal with the next staccto burst of zombies.
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George tapped his ear piece and listened as the message repeated. Williams looked up the stairs, waving for him to answer. Most of the dead were clear now. So he opened his mike and replied, the calm voice sounding almost like an operator working as a dispatcher, rather then a surviving officer in a horrid mess.
"Sergeant Puckett, this is Corporal McCoy, Columbus SWAT Team. Confirmed situation critical at Eight. Four. One. One. Clairence Boulevard. En Route to provide additional fire support and extraction. ETA, roughly Five minutes. Hang tight, and stay on this frequency. Over."
Williams was already waving him off, and the dead had lulled. So he was already down the stairs and snapping off nods and salutes with the boys downstairs, Johnson clearing the baricades to cover his six while he cleared some space for the Ranger. At the outskirts they were at, Clairence Blvd was not that far off, so five minutes was realistic. He made his way down the road, heading for the intersection that would give him a clear line of sight on the building reported. Within four minutes of a brisk pace, he was at the intersection, and sure enough, the undead were attracted like moths to the flame. He checked his corners, clear. Johnson dropped to a crouch and watched their backs while George dropped to a knee as well, sighting the closest hostile towards the building. The crack of the rifle blew its head wide open, and the bolt cycled and dropped the next zombie. The cavalry had arrived, so to speak. The MP-5 fired a few times as undead began filtering in from behind them, but Johnson had lived through this and knew what he was doing. Semi-Auto shots, no spray and pray. Since he had a hands free headset, he calmly informed the Ranger of the current situation.
"Me and a second SWAT Officer are on site. Once you can get clear of the building, meet up with us. We can't hold this position forever, and can't spare the fuel for a helicopter extraction. Over"
The rifle cracked again, and again, and again, a good second or two pause between each, and he took a briefest possible pause to reload and set another round into the chamber. The dead, between the Ranger fire and the sniper fire, were thinning rapidly. Johnson fired the occasional shot, the undead were thinned here for the moment. Williams and the others were still good, he knew they were by the banter that was relayed by voice from Johnson. There were civilians also attempting to help, which was good, and bad if they got cocky. But he couldn't contact them, so he stayed content to keep them clear as possible.
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He looked to his other precious item: His bike. He made a lightspeed check of what was on it, it's gas, the spare tire, and spare gas. Missing his tilt-block rifle, his Mac-10, axe, first aid kit, and extra ammunition, but there wasnt time to search for that. He decided if at all nessicary, he might be able to return and scrounge for supplies. Nonetheless though, he mounted his bike, jerking the keys from his metal necklace, jamming the key in the ignition, and letting his baby purr to life. It wasnt a loud purr, but it sure as hell silent. He was glad that he invested in one of the rediculous "Clapper" switches for his garage door now. He stomped his foot on the ground twice, which made the same sound in theory. Sure enough the door began it's slow open. He rolled out of the garage, preparing to acclerate to the SWAT team when he heard. "Joey get the fuck down here right now!" He didnt recognize the voice at first, but when caught glempse of it's owner he yelled back. "Shit man! Get with that SWAT team up there! They're here to save our asses! He pulled up beside Sam, patting the sidecar. "Hop in. We're leaving, now!
Joey drew his revolver, keeping his finger off the trigger, and both hand at least on the handlebars of his bike. He had a bad feeling about this.
Once Sam had gotten in his sidecar he pulled up beside the two Swat members. "I deeply appoligize that took way too long. But I had to make sure we got the most out of my house before we left it. Get on you two. GU's sturdy enough for all four of us, though it wont be a fun ride. One of you get behind me. Then the other get behind him." Joey said, scooting up all the way, almost to where his stomach was touching the handlebars. " And dont worry. I'm a safe driver."
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"Oh of course Sir, your a safe driver. Don't make me ask for license and registration as well." It was a mild joke in reply to the Ranger's comment on safe driving, which amused Johnson. That, and technically George could still ticket the man for not having license and such on him, but that really wasn't necessary. Although the roar of a bike would be as bad as gunfire, not much they could do about it, so he called ahead to Williams and informed him of the situation.
"Williams, George here. Got to the Ranger and a buddy of his in time, were on our way back. Got a ride too. Make sure Bruce has the barricades clear for us when we get there, don't want to sit outside idling the bike."
'George McCoy, your coming back of a MOTORCYCLE!? Typical, you were always more at home with choppers. Just don't dawdle, would you? Having a Ranger helping out will be an immense help."
"Got it sir, McCoy out."
With that, he checked their corners again, as would Johnson as they rode back to the SWAT's impromptu HQ / safe house. The barricade would be clear for them to get by as well, so it should be an easy trip. Which meant something was going to go wrong, and both he and Johnson had a feeling as much. But he informed the Ranger of the current situation of entering the base, so he wasn't yelling at him as they floored it in. "Alright, door will be open, but take it in easy. Don't want to ram and set off the helicopter fuel. Only one door though, facing Columbus, so your going to have to swing around the side of the building. Things should be clear there, but we have been seeing a few more hostiles then usual."
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He took a deep breath. He needed to calm down. He was safe, or at least safer than he was.
"Sorry...as I said. Things were were so hectic down at my place, I lost focus....I'm just glad zombies arent smart enough to try and break down my damn garage door!" He chuckled lightly. "I owe you a beer or something. Good luck finding one around here though, right?" Again, he chuckled. He hefted the knapsack down in his now empty sidecar, with a groan, looking to make sure the barricade was being built back up. " So...who's the 'Higher Up' around here? Is this just a SWAT barricade? Or are there military personel and civillians too?" He looked around. He examined the building they were in, checking to see what it was before their barricade. (AKA, we holding up in an office, small store, or even just a large household?)
His cellphone rang. He almost had forgotten it was stuffed in his pocket. He pulled it out, flipped it open, pressing the talk button. "Hello? Yeah? Hah, now that you mention it, Justin, I'm better than okay. A SWAT team and a civilian jumped out of a cake, saved my ass. Now I'm at their safe zone. What about you?"
"Shit man, lucky you. Cars on the road are too crowded. Not even the Ford can get over it, and I'm not sure I'm risking the 30 minute walk to your place, or this 'safe zone'." responded a voice over the cell.
"Fine with me. Where are you now?"
"About exit 81. Why?"
"Absolutely perfect. Go down exit 81, and continue east. You'll reach Magnin Rd. in about 3-4 minutes. Turn down Magnin, and follow it to the very end. That's where my family members are holed up. Wait there untill we can safely get to you, or vice-versa. O'n'O, man. O'n'O."
Joey hung up the phone with a sigh. It might even be weeks before he and his newfound buddies could go help them. Not to mention, this SWAT team's extreme organizational skills, and seemingly supurb zombie knowlage and protocal, which he had been too careless to remember.
Slipping his phone back in his pocket, he looked at the group. "Sorry about that....anyway....commanding officer or whatnot? Anyone?"
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"is there anyone out there please respond" she said as quiet as she could to the radio, one of the infected noticed her and charged right at her she shot it down but more came at her she shot them down one at a time but there was no end to the horde that was coming to eat her.
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No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Lucis grinned to himself as he sang. He was driving down an empty highway, in a black van he found on the streets. And nah, he wasn't old enough to drive, had no idea how to drive at first, but eventually got the hang of it. He whistled the next verse and peered through the front window. He saw a zombie---in the middle of the road---crouching and eating some messy glop that suspiciously looked like human meat...
"Damn bastard," Lucis muttered, and hit the gas.
Brooooooooom!
The car lurched forward and he hit over 100 miles per hour. He spun the wheel round, on the last moment.
BANG! The side of the car smacked right into the zombie, making a nice, loud crunch noise. He put the car on reverse, running over the zombie, leaving a trail of red, fleshy mess.
Lucis layed back in his seat. "Take that..." he breathed, and continued down the highway of Ohio.
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"Williams…..ere. Go…. Ranger and.. buddy…. in time, were on our way bac... Got.. ride too. Make… Bru…. barricades clear…. en we get there, do... want to sit outside… the bike…. McCoy out." Luis grabbed a pair of binoculars and started scanning the roads and nearby buildings for movement. He had not seen a zombie in almost two hours now. But when they did come he just took the long metal pole that was up there with him and stabbed them in the head. ‘Why waste the ammo,’ He thought to himself. Then he saw a motorcycle about one block away going west down Charles street. Luis quickly put everything in his backpack.
“Maybe I can hold up with them for awhile,” Luis said as he stuck some of the radio parts in his backpack too. He walked over to the edge of the roof and looked for any hostels. When he could see no one he used the metal pole to lower his backpack down so not to break anything. Then he jumped of landing on the sidewalk and rolling into the road, he stood up and grabbed his backpack and started running towards Charles street so he could see which way the motorcycle had gone.
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Long survival is going to ensure, I know it. Joey though, pushing each round into the rifle. He pushed the bolt forward, chambering the first round. He took a look through the scope, admiring the old fashioned markings. He saw no zombies in the immidate area. Shame. He thought. I need to see if this thing was as reliable as the russians claim it to be. He rested the rifle against the railing of the balcony. Taking the steps back down, turning back to his pack, digging out a canteen, and a M.R.E.
He turned to Sam, nodding. "Sorry 'bout earlier, man. Didnt hear you down there. Also, sorry if I cant recognize your face. My year in the Rangers was a long one. Said your name was Sam, right?" He offered the man the canteen. "Well, anywho, if you're gonna do any good, then you're going to need a little more than that Shotgun of yours. Not enough range." He walked back over to his sack, pulling out the Taurus 24/7. Turning on his heels, and walking back to Sam. "Take this thing. It's not much better, especially for stopping power. But it's a compact little number, and as long as you aim for the head, you can take 'em down." He smirked, handing him a clip and a handful of ammunition. "But....you ever shoot a rifle? A sniper rifle, no less?"
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Pain, I can't get enough
Lucis went through yet another song. So far so good. He kept driving down the highway, having no idea where the hell he was going.
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all...
His voice trailed off as he saw a figure in the distance. A person. He slowed down the car and saw that it was a girl. A zombie? She had blood splattered all over her face and clothes. She stood calmly at the edge of the highway, holding a shotgun in her hands.
Ah heck. Lucis stopped the car and rolled down the window. "Hey," he said. He glanced up at her, and something hit him. She looked familiar...
He kept his foot on the gas, just in case she suddenly leapt at him or something.
Then she did something that only humans do. She held out a fist and lifted her thumb.
Lucis cracked a grin. "Hop in."
The girl smiled and walked around the car. She climbed into the passenger seat next to him.
In no time, the van was zooming down the highway again. Lucis drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, then said, "So where're you heading?"
"San Francisco, California," the girl answered.
"California? Geez. That's all across the country." Lucis turned to her, and the girl's eyes bore into his.
"Lucis," she said, expressionless.
Lucis blinked. "How do you know my n..." Then it hit him. This was that cute blonde girl that he shared a hall with. Their lockers were right next to each others. "Oh.." Lucis droned on. "You used to go to Athen's High School, right?"
"Yep. Remember me?" She wiped the blood off her face with the sleeve of her jacket.
"Sorry, I don't really know your name..."
"Jade."
"Well, it's great to see you, Jade..."
"Great to see you too, Luke."
Then she smiled. Lucis smiled back and turned back to the road. "Let's just head to the nearest town and we'll think of what to do."
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He turned back to Sam. "It's gonna be a fun ride, buddy. And we might not make it back. But lets pack up. We'll do everything we can....Shit. Two officers plus us is four people. 'GU' is a tough bike, but I dont know if she can take four people for an hour. Much less give us no trouble. " He looked to his bike. "But hell. All else is against us. Might as well chalk it up, right?" He jogged to his bike, digging out his box of shotgun shells from his backpack, which he tossed to Sam casually. He then took account of what ammo he had left. 191 5.56 shots, and 42 more .44 shots, including what was loaded in his sidearm. A litteral "Mass" of 9mm rounds as well. He assumed his axe was still at his house. Unfortunate, but dealable with. He also had his M.R.E.'s, and the pack of noodles, along with his canteens. He was ready to go.
He mounted his bike, looking to Sam. "Come on. When you're ready, we can ride."
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Twenty one hearts,
Twenty one years of silence shining in her eyes.
Twenty one lies," her voice flowed through the chorus song she had written herself for the band and as she finished the part, she took a deep breath and glanced over at the boy in the driver seat of their parent's white Prius.
"Kaschius, we need to stop and stock up on supplies," she glanced into the back seat and sighed at their meager pile of things.
Kaschius nodded and the tire's squealed as he sped up abruptly. As they spotted a store sign, the tire's squealed once again as he pushed down hard on the brake, barely stopping before he hit another car in the parking lot. Kaschius got out of the car and opened the door to the back seat, making sure his pistol was fully loaded and jamming it into his back pocket, he grabbed the crowbar and tossed the girl her sniper rifle.
"You good, Jay?"
"Yeah, Kas."
The brother and sister duo jogged toward the store, Jay making sure her shotgun was loaded and ready to fire.
"C'm 'ere you ugly little cretins," Kaschius muttered as they walked into the store.
Kaschius motioned to the food section with his left hand, telling Jay to go there. With his other hand he signaled that he'd go and gather what else he could. Jay nodded and they cautiously walked to opposite ends of the store.
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samueal marh
hes a bit unfriendly to strangers and once you gain his trust, he’ll protect you to the best of his abilitlys. Not very talkative. when in a “safe zone” hes mostly asleep or eating or cleaning his weapons, he’s always try to conserve and won’t use bullets
Kale Lakes Adams
skin color:Nougat|Hair style:Messy|hair color:Brown|Fast Strong|clothing: A white button up:black jeans:Black sneakers|white dusty socks|has a m191 pistol and a baseball bat|He is kind and social and will try to get on anyones good side|had a good kidhood
Bailey Drake
Average sixteen year old girl.
Jack Thompson
Skinny and covered in piercings, topped off with a discolored mohawk. He looks really pissed for some reason. Oh, right, zombies.
pvt.James Wiilkins
Wilkins USMC
Bard The Bastard
Bard kills the heck out of everything with his fist. Yeehaw!
Luis Black
Just trying to survive.
courtney simmons
one tough chick
sam
killing
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Zombie Survival!
1, 2by Vio-Lance on Mon Mar 01, 2010 7:28 pm
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I also have to ask where the hell is everyone getting assault rifles from? It's not like they're sold everywhere in the U.S? Give one to my guy! As a common Civilian, I only have access to civilian weaponry.
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And do hurry. I'm eager to look at your character. I'm a little worried right now, as so far, all we've attracted are a scrub and some special ops army chick. Do they even let women into special Ops? I mean, I KNOW they dont let women in the Seals, but you know about the Rangers, or Delta Force?
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SURVIVAL REVIVAL!
Please join, and make a character whenever you wish.
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And lets see...so I should play more of a Storyteller role, rather than a character role?