Left 4 Dead Zombie Survival RPG

[TatersAndTots]

((There have been no rps latley, so I'm makin a new one. The heading says that the rps dont necessarily have to be about darkfall, so he is some diversity!! I got the idea from Black Mage, so props man :)

You make a character and add important info about yourself: Name, height, weight, occupation, skills (Firearms, medical things, science, etc... anything that would be useful in a zombie apocolypse.)

1) No god modding. You can't have your character come uninjured through a fight with a dozen zombies only using a .22 pistol.

2) No killing other players without their consent. Example: "We were being extracted when I got bored and kicked Jim out of the helicopter, then threw a pipe bomb down after him. His guts exploded all over me." Wrong.

3) PLEASE use realism. You can't just walk into a grocery store and just happen to find a missile launcher. Find stuff where you would find it in reality.

4) You are allowed to use makeshift weapons. For instance, instead of finding a missile launcher, say you made a few molotov cocktails, or a found a magnesium flaregun.

6) You can hold only 5 weapons.
1 melee
2 support (pistol or sub-machine gun)
1 primary (rifle, shotgun, machine gun, crossbow, bow, assault rifle, etc)
1 makeshift weapon (bottle rocket missile launcher, knife tied to pole, etc)
1 pair of knives (trench spike, hunting knife, butcher knife, shruikan, etc)
extra supplies (medkits, pain pills, ammunition)
or a set of grenades (pipe bombs, molotovs, military pineapple grenade).


BTW This uses the Left 4 Dead zombies!! I have a little quote here to explain the difference:


"The Infected

The Infected are Left 4 Dead's foe of the Survivors, and they are partly inspired by the infected from the 2002 film 28 Days Later. The Infected, as opposed to the slow, shuffling types associated with Night of the Living Dead or Half-Life, are fast and agile, creating quite a formidable foe. They will however go down with a well-placed gunshot, meaning they can be dealt with easily on their own, but in great numbers are difficult to handle. In addition, there are five mutated Infected who have their own special mutant abilities and are more powerful than the regular Infected.

The Boomer is a hugely obese Infected that can projectile vomit at The Survivors, blinding them and attracting swarms of nearby Infected to them. Boomers blow up when they die, spraying nearby Survivors with blood that also attracts the Infected. The Hunter is an agile Infected who can climb walls and jump over rooftops, similar to 28 Days Later Infected and Half-Life 2's Fast Zombie. Crouching for some time gives the Hunter access to a powerful pounce attack that pins a Survivor down until the Hunter is knocked off. The Smoker has a long, whip-like tongue that can strangle Survivors and drag them away from their team mates, similar to Half-Life's Barnacle, or Resident Evil's Licker. When in danger, it can leave a haze of black smoke, distorting the Survivors' vision. The Tank, a huge, muscular but noisy Infected, is capable of throwing large items - such as cars - or blocks of concrete. The Tank can take a large amount of damage before dying, but when played by a human player it must keep on the move not to become vulnerable. The Witch is the only mutant Infected that cannot be played by human players and does not appear in the game's easiest difficulty mode.[1] They are normally passive and can be avoided by careful players, but flashlight beams, physical contact, and gunfire in their vicinity rouses them. Witches can strike a Survivor down in one hit and can take a large amount of damage. "

To sum up the run of the mill zombie: Fast bastard that can get killed by body shots. Also, there will be no zombie players. This rp is for suvivors only.

Ill post my character later, I just wanna see how you guys will react to this.))

[The Lost One]

((Great idea, good fun while I wait for Left 4 Dead to come out, will post character here soon need to go watch Al Murray))

[TatersAndTots]

((Hey! Guess what. I DO Have time to post a character. And here he is:))

Name: Joseph Greegan

Age: 17

Height/Weight: 5'9"/160 lbs

Bio: Living in southern New Jersey at the time of the outbreak. Lives with his father and stepmother. Is very intelligent and loves to make people laugh. Has somehow avoided being a nerd and his liked by everyone. Doesn't have a girlfriend, but has his eye on a few girls.

Skills:

Intelligent
He knows many things almost randomly. He knows a lot about biology, and how to make smoke-bombs. He knows mathemeatics up to high-level algebra, and how often a can of SPAM is opened. Etc...

Good Vision
He has immesly acute night vision. He can see things in little to no darkness with ease.

Good hand-eye coordination
He is an avid gamer. He has very good hand-eye coordination as a result.

Emotionally detached
He had a horrible life up until he moved in with his dad. He came out of poverty and abuse emotionally detached. He doesn't seem to care when things get bad, and keeps a level head. He is the guy you want in a crisis. He also has problems showing his emotions, he usually hides them under his crazy/happy outside. He would ahve no problem throwing a child to the zombies if his group would benefit from it. :(

Equipment: None at the moment

[Prox]

( this could be fun, where are we when this starts? )

Name: Michael Sutherland (Mike, or Corporal Sutherland)

Age: 24

Height/Weight: 6'/184 Ibs

Bio: Corporal in the Canadian Forces, returned to America with American forces from overseas but was held there when the riots started. Growing up in Alberta, Canada Michael enlisted in the army when he was 19. Planning on marrying his girlfriend when he returned from war but lost contact when the outbreaks started. Brown hair and sharp hazel eyes mark him as hansom even though his face is hard as stone.

Skills:

Strength/Toughness
Going through hard military training and 4 years of battle field experience makes Michael into an iron tough and physically powerful man.

Marksman
Being a first class marksman in the Canadian Forces Michael is a dead eye with any weapon. He was recommended for sniper training but turned it down because he wanted to get up close and personal. Can operate and maintain any fire arm.

Leadership
Being a Corporal in an army Michael has basic to more than average leadership skills.

Basic Mechanics
Growing up in Alberta, Canada Michael spent his early life working on the rigs with his uncle and learning to fix up the family truck. Can hot wire a vehicle or operate heavy machinery.

Hand to hand combat
Trained to use his combat knife and his fists as deadly a weapons as a fire arm.

Basic First aid
Can perform CPR, apply morphine and bandage a wound.

Equipment: C7A1 Assault Rifle, Browning 9-MM Pistol, 2 C13 Grenades, Canadian Forces Combats, Flak Jacket, Broken Combat Radio, Combat Knife and Shoulder Flash Light.

[Zokten]

L4D crack heads are not zombies....

[pkslayde]

Name: Richard Knack

Age: 25

Height/Weight: 6'10"/240lbs

Bio: Been on the wrong side of the law since he was 12. he kills for greed and to protect his own ass. He is leader of the gank called the Morning Stars. called this because they use morning stars to kill people
Skills:

Strong
He can smash down doors in one punch. He can also break a neck with one hand.

Rage:
When he starts killing he never stops. killing friend or foe.

Good hand-eye coordination

No emphathy:
he has no feeling for anyone beside his own life. he will save his own ass if it means shooting you then leaving you for dead.

Equipment:
he never goes anyuwhere without his Morining Star

[Razli]

Student, Learning at a School. Is good at football and a fast runner. Parkour is of an interest to him.
((Might contuine on with this, might not))

Name: Robert "The Raz" Lovett
Height: 5ft 7
Weight: 55kg
Occupation: Student
Skills: Intelligent, quick thinking. Can use things that might not be sued by others, as they arent really weapons but still work.

1 melee = Fists
2 support = 2x 9mm pistols
1 primary = Shot gun
1 makeshift weapon =Two knives tied onto the top of a stick. Used to help keep sturdy and long range killing. also used as a type of javelin.
extra supplies =ammunition

[The Lost One]

Name: Mark Lee
Age: 27
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 13st

Bio: Trained as a doctor in the years leading up to the outbreak. For two years of his training he volunteered in the army as a medic. Was staying just north of New York when the outbreak hit. His relatives are all gone, living in New York made them some of the first casualties.

Skills:

Battlefield medic
He has the training and knowledge to repair most wounds, his years in the army also gave him basic firearms training.

Level Headed
His life has taught him how to deal with life threatening situations, whether his life or that of others. Much less likely to panic.

Logical but Compassionate
His intelligence has given him the ability to see that the best thing to do isn't always the morally 'right' thing, this coupled with his compassionate nature can lead him to be indecisive in certain situations.

Equipment:

Hatchet
Glock 20
10mm auto rounds x50
med kit x2
pain pills x3
flash light /w spare batteries

[Rageon]

Name:Imran "Red" Bieshev
Age:28
Height:5'3"
Weight:70kg
Body Build:Big and muscular

Occupation:Russian Army Officer
Biography:Born in Moskva, Imran Bieshev grew up as an communist and made fan of Stalin and what he did, also grown up as war enthusiast. At the age of 16 he volunteered to the russian army, from where Imran Bieshev has trained hard as an specialist in automatic-weapons.
Skills:

Sharpshooter; Great with firearms

Slow thinker; Thinks quite slow

Equipment:

1 Melee: He uses a sickle

1 support: Pistol

1 primary:Machine gun

Extra supplies:Trained always to remember ammunition, he always carry extra sets of ammunition on him.

Set of Grenades:Molotov Cocktail

[Belight]

Name: Brenton

Age: 26

Height/Weight: 5'10 - 170

Bio: Born and raised in Kansas. Familiar with farms and rural life. While a country boy at heart, one would never guess by his strange clothes, long dreadlocks, and his love of death metal.


Skills:

Survival
Familiar with hunting, fishing, camping, etc... Survival has always a huge hobby for Brenton. Large knowledge base of ways to secure clean water, food, build makeshift shelters, and general navigation.

Weapon proficiency
Having knowledge and experience with firearms, he knows how they work and how to use them. Good aim.

Calm
Not easily paniced, he always keeps a clear head and can make the correct decision in a tight situation. He is very laid back, and will encourage others to not give in to stress and fear.

Detached
Not easilly attached or emotioanlly close to those around him. While adhearing to strong morals and honor, Brenton thinks mostly of his own survival and believes in survival of the fittest.


Equipment: (All of these are seriously in my house)

1. Melee - SAP Gloves (Buck shot sown into knuckles)

2. Verona Semi-Auto "Sawed Off" Shotgun (Synthetic stock, lightweight) - 25 Shells

3. Colt AR-15 Law Enforcement Carbine (Accepts the M203 40mm Grenade Launcher) - 1 x 40rd mag - 1 x 30rd mag - 2 x 20rd mag

4. BlackHawk Omega Tactical Vest (Water pouch, cleaning kits, and extra storage), Military Backpack (Blanket, socks, hygiene products, storage),
Camo fatigues, boots, gloves, etc

5. Hunting Knife

[TatersAndTots]

((Lolz! gg guys, I gotta clear sumthin up. This is around now, time-wise. I saw sumthin about Stalin, and it made me remember to say the timeline
i forgetz lot :( Please, keep up with your characters, maybe some writing about right before the outbreak, but dont start until i say so. I dont have internet right now, when i do, we can start this thing.

btw i am writing this post in my local library.



ninja posting powers :ninja:...))

[verlox2]

Name: Joshua ben Judah
Age: 53
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160 pounds

Bio: The son of holocaust survivors, Joshua was brought up an Orthodox Jew. When he was 9, he began his formal Torah and eventually went on to become a Rabbi at age 31. He was present as a chaplain in Iraq when infiltrators attempted to blow up his base. He helped repel the infiltrators. When he was discharged, he went back to being a Rabbi.

Skills:

Without Fear
Due to being a rather Orthodox Jew, Joshua has utter faith in his god, thus enabling him to deal with the horrors of the world better than most people.

Intelligent
The process of becoming a Rabbi is incrdibly academic. Because of this, Joshua is very intelligent. Fluet in four languages (English, Arabic, Hebrew, and Greek).

Equipment:

Tanakh
Bludeoning Object

[TatersAndTots]

(9I now have time for a post of actual story! I got only two says untilmah internet, so... go for it! start your posts, and ill try to post as often as I can until then. ))

The first day, so called "Z-day", was uneventful as best. The start of the infection was traced to New York of all places. Manhatten to be exact. Only a few people were infected on the first day. People seemed to have resistence to the infection almost at random, with varying degrees of resistence rare, with a special few totally immume. The effects for the undefended though, was quick. Only a few hours until the infected lost all sanity and control. The resistent had a much more lethal part to play.

They could sometimes take days for symptoms to arrive. By then, they could have traveled hundreads or even thousands of miles.The infection spread all over the world before anyone could react.

The second day was almost as dull as the first. Joe was staying in a Holiday Inn hotel on vaction when he gothis first taste of the infected. He was being bored, surfing the Web on his dad's laptop, when he heard a commotion outside. A group of SWAT vans sped by, full of riot police. At this stage, the authorities thought the rampant behavior was some kind of extremly violent rioting. Police and SWAT began to square off with small groups of the infected. By about 7 PM, the police got the command to kill on sight and mobs of infected. Gunshots kept Joe awake for hours.

The third day was the end. By now, most of the "sleepers", as the resistent were affectionatly called, had all succumbed to the infection, and the infection had spread in many major cities. In those cities, sleepers would continue to spread the infection to other cities. Joe woke up to see all hell breaking loose. In the night, the National Guard had been called to quell the infected. They were failing. Already, the more powerful infected had begun to arrive. Smokers would arrive from roofs to kill random people. Hunters would suddenly leap out of a charging mob to tackle soldiers, boomers mostly got shot and killed other infected around them. But the Tanks, the Tanks are what doomed the Guard. They would charge, ignoring the fire against it, and start crushing people left and right. The troops would then be distracted from the mobs behind it. Joe sees troops being overrun by infected right outside his window.

He suddenly hears a massive banging on his door. After over an hour of analyzing and thinking, he was ready. He stands in the middle of the hotel room, alone. His parents left during day one. They had not returned yet. Joe assumed the worst. Suddenly, the door loses one hindge. Joe hefts the kitchen knife from his mom's bag. She likes...liked... to cook. Then the other hinge is broken off. The infected is a Hunter. Joe's stomach drops out. The infected crouches, then leaps at his upper chest. Joe simply drops to his knees and ducks. The infected grabs at his hair put misses, then collides head first into the wall behind Joe. He raises his knife to see a massive bloody smear on the wall. Joe snorts at the fact: The Hunter killed itself by ramming the wall. He sees two very important things.

The infected is a soldier. And it has an m14 slung on its shoulder. he grabs it and 2 extra clips, then runs out his door.

m14 ==> http://www.cod4central.com/images/cod4weapons/cod4M14.jpg

[gurinthedark]

Name: Jason Vangrove

Age: 28

Height/Weight: 6"2/164Lbs

Bio: From Canada, in New York to meet a friend. He is a very athletic person and was in the police force for 5 years until he was fired for injuring a suspect in rage. He has a very bad temper but can control himself if he isn't threated or tempted. He always wields a pistol as he knows how dangerous the streets can get from previous experience.

Skills:

Climbing
Jason is a very good climber, he is able to push himself onto rooftops as long as he has a good grip.

Runner
Jason had to train very hard when becoming a cop, one of the things he had to be good at was chasing suspects on foot and running very fast.

Shooting and Aim

Jason enjoys the thrill of shooting, even if he isnt aiming at anyone. He went though tons of Target practice and prefers aim over power since every bullet counts.

Equipment:

M1911 pistol

[gurinthedark]

Jason and his friend Alex were hidden in Alex's basement. Alex gribbed his shotgun and Jason held his Pistol. They closed all the windows, locked all doors and turned off all them lights to prevent attention.

They had enough food to last for days but they knew it would take longer then that for everything to settle down. They had the T.V on at low volume and watched as Newsreporters and soldiers were killed by the flesh hungry beasts.

Jason got shocked when he heard a slam at the window, it was a survivor, an old person who had a freshly missing finger. A large bloody hand reached to the man and grabbed his head. Jason and Alex closed there eyes as the man was killed.

When the screaming stopped the beast lowered its head and started slamming the window, cracking it even more with each hit.

[Aoemon]

Name: John "Deadeye" Winestone Age: 17

Hight/Weight 6'5"/220lb

Bio: A small town kid who had come up with a few older friends to New-York for the weekend, his father was a Vietnam sniper and had passed the skills, on to his son. A very collected persion he has a tendancy to wait longer then the siutiation demands.

Skills:

Deadeye: knows his way around a tactical sniper rifle, used to shoot the center out of pocket change when bored.

Basic First Aid: He knows how to bind wounds, and how to not bleed to death.

Equipment: WW2 Springfield rifle, SWAT bomb squad uniform (Minus the vest and helment) 2 pockets full of bulliets, Redsocks baseball cap.

[Aoemon]

From the secound story window of the now abandoned house, John saw a few of what he had come to call "Wandering Ones" pass by in the street below, they didnt act like the normal zombies, who tended to just stand around and stare at you, instead they wandered up and down the street, looking for food. Sighing and turning from the window he was about to go grab a snack from the pantery when he noticed a old man in a pickup come berreling down the street. Smacking his palm to his face, he grabed his Springfield and put a bullet in, as the car crashed and the zombies overwhelmed it, the old man got out, and fell infront of a basment window. Few secounds and alot of screeing later, one of the stronger zombies, must of been a soldier, started to pound on the window....there must be a survivor in there. Takeing aim he fitted the zombies head in his scope, and fired.

[verlox2]

Joshua stood at the window of his synagouge, glaring out the small slits that acted like windows. The 'creatures' as he had taken to calling them crouched on the ground outside, mauling the bloody corpses of the fools who had dared to leave the safety of his synagouge.

Joshua was lucky that he had been in the temple when the disater hit, for all he needed to do was close and bolt the doors, shut of the lights, and head upstairs and he was relatively safe. Ever since the Middle Ages, the Jewish people had been building their temples like fortresses to keep those who would harm them out, and this was no different.

He moved the drape back over the window, refusing to look down at the macabre horror that was the streets of New York. Turning, his long coat brushing along the floor, he sat down at his desk and turned on an oil lamp. The flame sputtered up and he kept it low.

The oil grows short, he thought to himself as he lowered the flame more, giving off just enough light to show his desk. He reached down and pulled out a drawer, taking out his tanakh and began to read from the book.

"Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness "

[VidarDf]

Name: Angus Macyver
Born: March 23, 1952

Height/Weight: 6'/160 lbs

Bio: Born in Mission city, Minnesota. At 7 his Grandmother and Father died in a tragic car accident. In his early teens another tragic turn of events took the life of one of his closest friends jesse, macgyver vows never to use a gun again. At age 19 His mother died to an illness. Finally his grandfather died to a heart attack. Macyver has lost all his family, and the people close to him are always hurt. He tries to stay clear of close relationships because he fears what might and probably will happen to his loved ones.

Skills:

Intelligence: Macyver is a genious. A problem solver that always has a way out.

Experience: Macyver is a Chemist, Engineer, Electrical engineer, Handy man, With a bachelors in physics. He has worked countless jobs. Race-car driver, Boxing Trainer, Spy, Bomb disposal/expert, Security systems specialist. He has a backround in the Medical field. He enjoys rock climbing, Hockey and above all.. He is a humanitarian.

Uncanny ability to take a punch.. and also to give one. His only downfall is fear of heights and the reality of the pain induced by punching someone in the face.



Equipment: Swiss army knife, Duct tape and a paperclip.

[gurinthedark]

The zombie broke the window and was about to slip into the basement. Jason aimed at the creature but before he could shoot half of the zombies head came off and blood splatterd on the walls of the basement.

The sound of a bullet rung in his ear he looked at Alex who was more shocked then he was. There was blood splattered on his face and.. on his mouth.

Alex shook his head.

"No.. please Jay don't do this."

Jason points the gun at Alex and closes his eyes and his about to shoot.

"I'm sorry Alex."

Jason knows that he could leave Alex but he isn't doing this for himself.

He pulls the triffer and a bullet rips through Alex's heart, he falls on his knee and blood pours out of the bullet whole and his mouth. The grabs Alex's shotgun and hangs it on his back. He opens the locks to the door and runs outside to the dangerous streets.

[Aoemon]

John hears the secound gunshot from inside the basment, he loads another bullet into his gun and fires at a zombie that had started to wander over to the now broken window. lowering his weapion he notices the man as he runs out the door, he loads another bullet, and yells down the the man "Hey up here!"

[gurinthedark]

Jason see's the man call him. He runs across the street to the man.

"We have to get out of here. We need to find shelter!"

[Aoemon]

"Alright" Heads back in to the building and grabs his bag with his extra ammo, then heads down the stairs to join the other survivor, as he reaches the outside, he extends his hand and says "My name is John, yours?"

[gurinthedark]

Jason reaches out his shaky hand and greets John.

"My name is Jason. We need to get out of the city, I have heard the situation isn't so bad in the farmland."


He fixes the shotgun strung on his back and sees a car with a two dead people in it. He points at it and John also sees it.

"Let's hope the keys are still in, or you better know how to hotwire a car."

[Aoemon]

"Yah, but lets hope the keys are in there" Shrugs his backpack strap so its a little higher on his back, and runs over to the car, opens the door, shoots the ocupents "Cant be to careful now" and then throws the out, takes the keys from the driver, and tosses them to Jason, "You drive"

[verlox2]

The lamp was slowly starting to go out, and Rabbi Joshua ben Judah felt a slight chill run down his spine. It had lasted longer than he had expected, but now it was time to go down into the basement of the synagouge to find more of the precious oil, since the electric lights were not working.

He stood and grabbed the blood-encrusted bat he had used to defend himself one day ago. He was still surprised how he had managed to fight off that...creature, with its long tongue animal-like gait. He had been fortunate that the fight had gone on in one of the lower rooms and had not profained the main rooms.

Walking over to the door of his office, he pulled the door out slightly after listening for anything that could be considered hostile. Poking his head out into the hallway, he looked around and saw nothing. Sighing, he began his trek down into the basement.

On the ground-floor, he checked his barricades, making sure they were intact, but could still be removed to let other refugees in( hint, hint :) ). After making sure he was safe, he proceeded down into the basement.

He had just gone down the stairs when he was attacked by what he called a 'common'. Strong, fast, but not incredibly smart. Unfortunately, the Rabbi was aged, and he had a hard time fighting the cursed common off.

[Rageon]

Just been let into the synagouge, Imran walked around, peering at the insides. Walking over to the window, carrying his 636c(The fifth in the row (http://www.cod4central.com/cod4-weapons-chart.php)) at his hip, he looked at the zombies outside. Silently, he began mumbling:"If comrade Stalin had been here, no doubt the world would be loose in a matter of a few days".
He began walking downstairs, following the man that had let him in.
"Show you self Jew!" Imran yelled.

[gurinthedark]

Jason catches the keys and starts the car, the Honda Civic 1996, nothing fancy. The car makes a squeeky sound but it starts. He checks the gas as John gets inside the car. It is low but should be enough to get out of the hotspot.

He changes the gear into reverse and backs up coming off of a curb. He turns the car and switches back.

"We need gas. I'm just a visitor, here any idea of a nearby gas station?"

[aruzo]

((Sorry to jump in here, I might think of playing too but you guys have made this game sound kind of lame. Due to the fact you're all amazing with weapons and are ex-servicemen or something. Why not play as average people like in any zombie situation. Makes the situation a better one too!)

[TatersAndTots]

((I kinda agree. We should try to keep this more realistic. I have no idea how my Russian friend got his hands on an assualt rifle like that... please try to keep it more in reality. Otherwise, gg guys.))

Joe leaves his room and turns towards the elevator. It doesn't work. He then hears a scream and sees an infected run around the corner, right for him. He points the m14 at the infected and fires. The gun bucks violently, Joe's lack of skill is evident. The infected gets caught right in the chest and tumbles forwards.

Damn! Felt like I got punched in the shoulder... lets try to keep shooting to a minimum Joe, he thinks to himself. Joe checks the corpse. It is one of the soldiers outside his hotel. It still has a bloody m9 berretta in its holster. Yeah! More my style...

Joe strips the corpse of its belt and a flak vest. He takes the pistol and a few clips. He runs down the hall towards the stairs.

[Aoemon]

((Sorry if mine sounded a little un-relistic, I figured everyone was makeing charicters that had atleast a good skill in some kind of fire arm so why not me?))

Turns to Jason "I think there is one a few blocks down, I cant be to sure though, since I was running from about a half dozen of those things. Also, there was an army baricade near it, which is were I got the uniform I am wearing, and seeing as most of the army and police are dead...." trails off and sighes..

[The Lost One]

Mark could was startled as a gunshot rung in the air. It was faint, probably a few blocks away. From the roof of the gas station he could hear most of the sounds, the screams, those terrifying screams.

He'd fled to his current location after a few of them had broken in to his flat. He'd grabbed what he could, a few medical supplies, a bit of food and water, and the gun he had bought after he heard about the first few cases of the 'virus'. He'd run to the gas station, it wasn't too far, he thought maybe he would find a car or someone would stop for gas, but the place was deserted.

Only a minute later he heard the sound of a car engine off in the same direction as the gunshot. He now had some hope, a flicker of light in the darkness of this living hell. It was time to move....

[Rageon]

(( He's an russian officer stationed in America, and as a soldier he carries a gun.. Perhaps?..For now, ill just leave the RP. Ill join in later.))

[gurinthedark]

Jason put his foot on the gas peddle and drove to where John instructed him Along the way the streets were deserted, maybe only a few dieing men and women, but there was no hope for them. Jason knew there was a very low chance that the gas station would still operate but he had to take the chance.

Soon the gas station came into view, it was empty with a few dead soldiers scattered across the floor. One man was standing there though, staring the in the opposite direction. He showed no signs of the infection so Jason honked the horn to try to get his attention.

[TatersAndTots]

((No no no Rageon!!! Don't leave. I didn't want you to get rid of your cahracter, i just wanted a little realism. What bothered me wasn't the fact taht you had the gun, but how you got it. You didn't explain how you got it. Sumthin like: "I smuggled it into america with the help of Russian agents." or "An APC screamed by just as a Tank emereged. The APC swerved, but got nailed by the Tank. Men and supplies spilled out, and a 636c clattered at my feet, with four clips too!! What are the chances?? :sly:"))

Joe stops short of the door to the stairs and facepalms. He runs back to the room and frabs his backpack. He clears out the clothes and places some food and two bottles of water in it. He strips the empty pistol holster off the dead infected there and puts it on. He tightens till it fits. A bloody flak vest and his guns makes him look like a professional Survivor. He smiles and replaces the knife he had with thecombat knife on the corpse by the elevator while he grabs a second belt. He wears the seconds belts with the first, one on top of the other. He eats as much of the extra food as possible, and takes a long swig of water from the faucet. Joe then jogs towards the stairs, rifle slung over his back and his pistol in hand.

He runs down towards the stairs and stops. he scans but sees no infected. He slips into the street and runs off, in the general direction of the gas station. He has no idea why, but that way seems to be closer to the bridges out of Mannahtten then the other way.

[The Lost One]

Hearing the horn Mark swivels around. Running towards the car he starts to shout,
"What the hell are you doing!? The damn noise will draw them from all over!".

The feral screams of the infected sound in all directions. Mark opens the back door of the car and jumps in, slamming the door behind him.
"Shit, too late. Floor it!"

[Rageon]

[QUOTE=TatersAndTots;1703642]((No no no Rageon!!! Don't leave. I didn't want you to get rid of your cahracter, i just wanted a little realism. What bothered me wasn't the fact taht you had the gun, but how you got it. You didn't explain how you got it. Sumthin like: "I smuggled it into america with the help of Russian agents." or "An APC screamed by just as a Tank emereged. The APC swerved, but got nailed by the Tank. Men and supplies spilled out, and a 636c clattered at my feet, with four clips too!! What are the chances?? :sly:"))

(( Look the character description up - It actually states he carries a machinegun, but not what type. But, as a russian army officer, maybe he got one in WITH the army? ))

[Aoemon]

Hears the screams, "Great, I hope this car has good horsepower" reaches back into the backseat were he put his backpack, takes a few bullets out, smiles and nods at the newcomer, then loads a bullet into his Springfield, and prepares to do a little target practice.


((Just so people dont whine about were I got a WW2 Springfield sharpshooting rifle, he found it in a gunshop when the infections started to show up.))

[gurinthedark]

Jason backed up and turned the car around.

"We won't be able to get far. The car is almost empty."

He drove away from the gas station seeing hunters pouncing at their car through the rear view mirror.

[Aoemon]

As the car turns around a rather sharp corner, its blocked on one side by a overturned APC, John spots a someone running towards them. "Hey! Look there is someone over there."

[Huron]

Name: Adam Smith

Age: 16

Ht/Weight:6'1 180lbs

Bio: Raised in Illinois, moved to NY 4 months ago because of Dad's job. Was the star running back at his high school back in IL. Knows how to handle a pistol

Skills:
Speed-
playing running back since the age of 10 has made Adam into one quick little bastard.

Team Work-
Playing on a football team for 6 years has made Adam into a good team leader and a good follower.

Shooting a Pistol-
Everytime Adam would visit his uncle's house in the county they would shoot his uncle's guns making him very accurate with pistols

Equipment: Nothing yet

(im pretty tired so ill post something tommrow, and hope its not to late to join in :))

[Rhailith]

I'm sorry if it's too late to join in. If it is, just ignore this post.

Name: Jackson Dozier

Age:16

Ht/Weight: 6'0" 167lbs.

Skills: Knows a bit about how to handle a pistol but isn't anything special. Very skilled with a butterfly knife. Sometimes intimidating.

Bio: Jackson was born and raised in California and had a childhood of smoking joints and drinking heavily. He dropped out of school in his sophomore year and took to riding around the country on his Harley. Has a huge problem with authority.

Equipment: Butterfly knife, leather jacket, Led Zeppelin t-shirt, jeans, leather boots, aviator sunglasses

________________________________________ _________

Jackson had been watching a couple of concerts in New York City when the infection hit. He hadn't had any idea what was going on until about four hours before when he had been grabbing a beer from an abandoned bar and saw a report on the still powered on television. "Jesus Christ," he said to himself, "it's a miracle I haven't been killed yet." Jackson Downed his drink and walked out to his bike. The engine roared and came to life, filling the quiet air with an explosion of noise. Off in the distance he heard another roar that wasn't his bike. "Shit," he thought as he gunned his machine and started tearing down the street. The overturned cars and piles of rubble everywhere made it hard to see the road ahead. As he came around a corner he was greeted by the sight of a group of ten or so zombies, Jackson sped up and barreled through two of them, barely keeping his control. He looked back and let out a short mocking laugh, almost causing him to smash headlong into a car going across an intersection in front of him. Jackson skidded around the corner after the car, barely making the turn. He had to stay with these survivors as best he could. There is strength in numbers...

[Zombiez]

*eats people*

[TatersAndTots]

*eats people*

((get in the story or leave foo))

Joe sees a car driving towards him. He smiles and picks up his pace. He than watches as the car swerves arounds an APC towards him. He also sees the 3 or so hunters following it. He then hears a scream and sees 5 regular infected rushing him from a side alley.
"Awww! What the fuck!?" he says to no one in particular and draws his pistol. He fires at them. two go down immediatly, one in the head, and the other in the kneecap. That one keeps hobbling, but falls behind the rest. Joe keeps firing at them.

[Aoemon]

Notices the zombies as they start to rush the the survivor infront of them, raises his gun, and is about to shoot thorugh his window when a motercycle suddnly roars by and almost hits them, his gun goes off and nails the infected next to the one he had been aiming at in what was left of its shoulder. Cursing under his breath he loads another shot and takes aim again...

[gurinthedark]

Jason swerves out of control as the events unfold. He stops the car and the hunters hit the back of the car and fall to the ground. He reverses over then and hears their skulls pop.

"We need to ditch this car! Out of gas!"

[TatersAndTots]

((When under attack by infected hordes, make sure to curse alot. xP))

"Damn damn damn damn!" Joe yells as he backpedals away from the few remaining zombies. He fires an unkown number of shots when things go from bad to worse.

Click. Click click click.

"Shit..."Joe drops his pistol and grabs for his m14 as the last infected leaps at him. the rifle is slung with the gun under his right shoulder, the strap over his left, and the barrel pointing forwards. He slung it like that for this very reason. He grabs the rifle and fires at the hip, right into the infected's midsection. A single shot rings out. It actually hits it right in the throat, and Joe is then bowled over by the corpse. He rolls it off and retrives his pistol. He replaces the clip and holsters it. He runs over to the car right as it runs over the pursuing Hunters.

"Hey! Over here dammit!" he yells.

[Huron]

Adam was terrified when he had heard about the infected. Him and his friends used to mess around when they played zombie games and say what they would do if something like this happened, but now that it was real life he had no idea what to do. His Dad had been called into work two night ago and had not retured home. Ever since then Adam had locked himself in the appartment building and grabbed the glock his dad had bought when they moved to NY, and waited for his dad to return.

Adam heard the loud engine of a motorcycle before he saw it. He rushed over to the window and looked down at the street to get a better look, and is amazed when he sees a biker almost hit a car,he then notices a man running to the car. His eyes widen as he sees a small group of infected rush the man from an alley. After the man kills the infected with the help of the people in the car Adam deciedes he cant stay here and wait for his dad anymore. He rushes for the door and down the stairs to the ground level of the appartment. He runs out the front door and sees the group of people getting out of the car and yells "Hey wait for me!"

[Aoemon]

"Will you all stop with all the yelling, you will draw the creatures..." looking at the two, no three counting the guy who is now yeling from a window in an aparntment building, there group was growing, and makeing more noise. "Anyone know how far we are from the way off the island?"

[Ungraylessness]

Name: Gorijanto Eskabetio

Age: 35

Height/Weight: 6'3" / 210lbs

Bio: Gorijanto was never a normal kid growing up, he would always look down at his dinner and sigh a little inside. Gorijanto was raised in Trenton Washington with two working parents and a nanny. He went to private school and was known for speaking his opinion about the curriculum. He had a dream of being a chef for a restaurant in Seattle and had the talent to do so.

Gorijanto wasn't ever happy even though he had everything he could want. Something was missing deep past his million dollar home and secure future. It wasn't until he'd just graduated high school that he'd discovered he was a cannibal.

Gorrijanto spent the next few years of his life finishing college and working as the second chef at a three star restaurant in Vancouver. He had the secret desire to eat a human being, but couldn't fathom the idea of taking a life.

He now lives in a Cabin in the Yukon and kidnaps people regularly to feed his addiction.

Skills:

Cooking: He has two specialties, fish and people. Although he hasn't tried cooking up a zombie yet...

Environmental resistance: Gorijanto is located in a remote section of the world and is used to harsh weather and uncomfortable conditions.

Planning: It's hard work getting people to fall into a cannibalistic trap. Gorijanto is naturally gifted when it comes to choosing the next step and following through.

Nerves: Goijanto is a killer and has no problem with shooting any friends that happen to turn zombie. He has no problem with solving leadership issues either.

Equipment:
-One Shotgun with shells
-One eight inch butcher's knife
-Two pistols with extra clips
-A pair of Sharpened Bread cutting knives

Gorijanto has no TV and so hasn't gotten news of the outbreak.

(I guess I'll see where this goes)

[Prox]

"WATCHOUT!" the yell came just above the crack of gunfire and the screams of the dead horde as the tank ( massive infected with bulging rock hard muscles ) billowed into the army truck, crushing the cab and with its massive arms flung the truck into a group of soldiers. The following explosion filled the street felling dead and soldiers alike, the line was broken and the barricade was overrun. The scattered line of men slowly went down as the wall of infected overpowered there gunfire with sheer numbers. Brrraaaaatt cackled Michaels rifle as he fired a burst into a brace of undead. A hummer screeched into life nearby and pulled up beside Michael and the few other men around him. "Lets get outa here!" the driver screamed, Michael jumped in followed by another soldier. The last soldier made for the hummer but just before he jumped in the open door a few infected ran full tilt into him pulling him down. "GO GO GO!" the man in the passenger seat bellowed over the screams as the soldier was being ripped apart.

The hummer roared into action as it took down the street and Michael slammed the door shut. The hummer was speeding away from the horde for a few blocks when two bloody arms broke through the back window gripping the mans neck beside Michael ripping out his throat. Michael turned him head to see a gory mess of a face hanging onto the side of a skull, Michael un-holstered his pistol and fired a blast into the fore head of the bloody grinning face. The bullet made a small clean hole between the monsters eyes while the bullet blew out the back of its head and it released its grip and tumbled from the hummer turning into a mangled twist of bone and flesh in the street. Michael turned to look back out the front of the hummer to see a tank lumber out in front of the hummer bellowing, everything seemed to move in slow motion as the men in front maws gaped open in a silent scream and the tank made contact with the front of the speeding hummer. Glass seemed to float all around, glimmering as if it was a calm snowfall in the prairies of Alberta in mid December.

And then everything went black.

[heroshade]

Name: Seth Carter

Age: 17

Height/Weight: 5'10, 145 LBS

BIO: A senior in highschool. Seth comes from a military family. Every male from his great grandfather down to his two older brothers. He had planned on speaking with a recruiter, but the outbreak put a hitch in his plan. He had only fired his fathers STI Lawman (http://www.brazoscustom.com/Images/sti_guns/Lawman.jpg)a few times, but he was no bad shot. He is from a small suburbian part of Manhatten.

Skills: A decent hand-to-hand fighter, and moderate skill with small firearms.

Equipment:
STI Lawman
Hunting Rifle (http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL611/2657843/8320428/118737945.jpg), although he has never fired it. He keeps it more as a reminder of his father than anything else
Flashlight
Fixed blade knife (http://www.imagereferencedatabase.com/myadmin/_files/photogallery/0450b_uzi_defender_fixed_blade_knife_01. jpg)
Two Canteens


Intro:

Seth sat in his attic staring blankly at the wall. His empty thoughts drowned out the wails outside his house. The day of the outbreak, his family had gone to a Baseball game. He didn't care much for baseball, so he stayed home. He should have gone. He should have died with them. After four days, he knew they werent coming back. He heard a car drive by a few hours before, and now he was hearing gunshots about a mile down the street.

His food ran out the night before. Pity. Nobody had gone grocery shopping in weeks. There was no longer any point in staying in this house. He was going to die no matter what choice he made... And he was going to go down fighting. There were infected roaming the streets outside his house. Two days earlier, they managed to get into the house, trapping Seth in the attic. He'de go out the window and climb into the back alley to at least TRY and avoid them for a little while. He figured the people who were in the car weren't much better off than he was, so wasn't heading that way with plans to get out alive. He had few options.

1)Head south and try to make it to the bridge. Even if he made it to the bridge, there probably wasn't much of a chance of him getting past the quarentine barricades. He heard explosions a few days earlier, so he didn't even know if the bridge was there anymore.

2)He could run down and try and help out the people with the car. They were probably going to be dead soon regardless.

3)Navigate the back alleys, hoping to find some food, maybe another safe house.

Seth made up his mind rather quickly. He would head down the street. He probably wouldn't come back, but he prefered a slim chance to no chance.

He openned the attic window and climbed out. He let his grip go and fell to the ground. One of his feet hit a rock, which rolled out from underneath and dropped Seth clumsily to the ground. "GYAH! ugh... Shit!" He tilted his head upwards, to see a zombie running towards him. He pulled the pistol and fired wildly. The first few shots went wide, but the last three smacked against the infecteds already broken face.

Seth sighed and crawled back to his feet. He could still hear gunshots in the distance. As he began running down the street, more and more infected gathered behind him. He didn't have enough ammo to take them all, and he didn't want to lure more trouble to whoever it was he was looking for. They were gaining on him. He took off down another alley, and the infected blindly followed. He had to find a way to lose them.

[Sotik]

((Hey first time taking part in a modern RP thread like this. Tend to only do it with fantasy ones so I hope I don’t screw up and this is my first post ever on these forums :) If I have done any thing wrong let me know. I hope you guys will let me into your little story))

Name: Tore Thormond ((obviously of Norse decent))
Age: 20
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 230 pounds

Bio: Tore grew up on a little piece of farmland that sat outcropping a forest. His whole life he had been the bully through out schools, but in high school he gave up that aggression for football and weight lifting. His brother was an ex- navy seal combatant who had taught Tore a lot about guns, and survival when they would go out hunting and camping in the near by forest. At the age of 20 Tore moved away from home leaving his life behind as a farm boy to go to live the city life and pursue a degree in computer science. He is typically smarter then your average person but still prefers letting the others do the thinking as he puts his aggression and power to use.

Look: Tore is a metal head with long black hair that hangs down to his shoulders. He likes wearing traditional metal clothes such as jeans, combat boots, trench coats and gloves decorated in skulls and ironically zombies. His eyes are hazel and his skin rather pale and pasty.

Skills:

Size:
When it comes to problem solving Tore would much rather put his size to use then his brain. Need a door kicked down? He is your man. The downside to this is that the more he uses his muscles and they grow, the more food he needs to eat to maintain the energy they use. So he tends to eat twice as much as your normal person.

Agility:
Though he is big, he can move fast and jump high though he has little stamina so he can’t go as far as your normal person but in life threatening situations his adrenalin can help him get as far as any one else.

Marksmanship:
From the days he spent with his brother Tore learned how to handle guns with deadly accuracy but he tends to be a little trigger-happy.

Survival:
All those days spent in the woods camping, hunting and tacking has given Tore the skill to hunt the hunters. However will this be a useful skill in cities and towns where it’s a concert jungle?

Joker:
Tore is a lighthearted guy. Even in the most stressful situation he can crack a joke.

Equipment:

Nothing at the moment




“I knew I should have never left home!” Tore said angrily to himself as he paced back and forth in his front room. Outside the moaning and wails of The Infected could be heard as they mindlessly wandered up and down the street. He had lost count of the days that had passed by since The Infected first started to roam the streets. When he first heard of the outbreak the first thing he did was board his doors and windows however as the days pasted by he grew more restless cooped up like an animal in a cage. He knew death would come after he ran out of food but would rather die of hunger then become one of those things.

Suddenly he stopped and listened. He could hear gunfire in the distance to the south. He strained harder to hear what was going on as he heard yelling and then a crash. Suddenly Tore’s interest was peaked. “Survivors?” He muttered to himself. “I was beginning to think I was the only one alive… Well, now I just might be.” Tore started pacing back and forth his mind racing with thoughts. “Damn it what to do?! I am tired of being stuck in this damned house and this might be my way out, but from the sounds of what happen he might not have sur...”

Just then Tore heard some more gun shots ring out but this time they were fainter and father away but in the same direction. Tore had made up his mind, some one was out there and from the sounds of it this was his only chance to catch up with whoever it was firing the gun. Tore paced through the rooms of his house thinking of how he could make it safely to the person, but knew that without a gun it would be a short trip and the racket from the gunfire was surely attracting The Infected towards the person making it all the harder to get to them, but just then a thought raced into his head.

Tore raced into his garage that he used as storage and started digging through all the boxes of junk and clutter. Finally he pulled out an ax and an old backpack and with them in hand raced into the kitchen. Digging under the sink he grabbed a first aid kit and then grabbed a flashlight from one of the kitchen drawers. Turning he laid these all on the counter and stuffed as much canned food and bottled water into his bag as could fit while still leaving room to pack his flashlight and first aid kit.

Racing back into the front room with his items in hand Tore stood looking out one of the small cracks in the boards he used to block off his doors and widows. Before him all he saw was The Infected moving towards the gunfire and he knew that his axe would only get him so far. Again another roadblock stood before him but his quick thinking came up with a plan.

Going over to his coffee table and standing on it Tore started using his to chop a hole into the ceiling. After awhile he had finally made a hole big enough to fit through and passed his ax and backpack through it. He hoisted himself up onto the roof and picked up his ax again and strapped on his backpack. The buildings where he lived were built within feet of each other and were almost the same exact height. His plan was to use the roofs as safe transportation to get as far south as he could.

Crouching low as to not draw any attention to himself Tore set off at a fast pace passing from roof top to roof top. The gunshots had died down, but now was no time to turn back.

Equipment:

Simple ax
First Aid kit x1
Flash light
Backpack
Food and water x5 for each

[thest3alth]

Name: Michael Forbes


Age: 17

Height/Weight: 6'1" / 170


Bio:

Born in 1991, Boston. Michael was educated in a public school, and came out with B's, C's and a few A's. There isn't much special about Michael, but then again there isn't much wrong with him. His collage, which he has just joined, is a collage with exceeding grades, but is a public collage, not a grammar one.

He adores paintballing, and goes once a month to different types with a small team. Sometimes they enter small time tournaments, sometimes they go to recreate battles, and other times they just go to local centres.

He is strongly leaning into becoming a police officer, as Michael thinks he has the ability to become a cop. He believes in the idea of teamwork, and that every man counts.


Skills:

Buckshot: Years of paintballing and spending time on a local range means he can judge distance, wind and spin almost perfectly.

Quick: Those paintballing days have left a small mark on his stamina and speed. He is above average, but not super fast.

Sharp: Can use the environment and everything around him to overcome the situation, born naturally.

Prepared: Always on time, always takes time to think about the situation before rushing in.


Equipment:
None so far.

________________________________________ __________
Twelve Hours ago:

Michael was awoken in the early hours of the morning, by the yappy little bastard next door. A small Jack Russell lived in the house of a family next door, and never took a break. He let out a sigh, and turned over on his shoulder. Whilst he was fading back to sleep, the dog was silenced, and replaced with a deafening, mirror smashing scream. It barely sounded human. He opened his eyes, and jumped out of bed. Carefully taking steps, he approached the window, and glanced out. Nothing was there. There was a moment of total silence, but it was broken by the neighbours bin being tipped over. Michael wanted to go back to sleep, but he was firmly away now. He took a flashlight from his desk drawer, and opened the window. The window opened at an angle, thankfully, opening so that there was a lot of space to lean out and see his neighbours back garden. He flicked the light on, and pointed it out. Scanning his own garden first, he used the flashlight as a spotlight, and moved it slowly towards the other garden. What he saw was a mess. The Jack Russell had gotten out, and was on the decking of the back door, or what was left of it. Several large chunks had been bitten out of it, and it's white and black fur has turned a deep red. Blood still poured out of the wounds, and slipped beneath the gaps in the wooden decking. A loud noise made him jump, it was that scream again. That horrible, murderous scream. The lights turned on in the neighbours upper bedroom, and he could hear the weight on the stairs through the walls next door. After a few seconds, the downstairs lights turned on and the glass back door (which was smeered in dog blood) slid open. The shaking owner knelt down and picked up the dead Jack Russell. She was speechless. By now, the flashlight had been turned off without him realising, he didn't want to be there. Some sort of lizard like laughter overpowered what little noise there already was in the early morning, and a figure jumped at least five metres towards the door, in front of the rising sun. The woman looked up, but it was too late. The monsters claws pinned her down by the shoulders , and started ripping her apart. It bit her in the neck, and the face. Michael made out what he could of it. It's skin seemed decayed, and what was left of it had turned sort of scaly (Click here (http://images1.wikia.com/starwars/images/thumb/3/3a/Sionkorriban.jpg/250px-Sionkorriban.jpg)) The eyes were the worth part though. One eye was white, with burst veins running through it, giving it patches of red. The other one had been completly destroyed. It was a mess. It let out another scream. The body was limp now. It crouched down and jumped. High. It jumped over a fence, and into an alley way, and ran in the direction of the front street. It hadn't seen him. Weakly, he sat down on his bed. He went over all he had seen, and decided the next course of action. Careful not to make a sound, he creped towards the nearest phone. It was in the study. He tapped in the number '911' and waited for it to call. A robotic voice answered, and he started talking into the phone. It was some time before he realised the voice was the voice they used for telling people that the line was busy. Michael put his hands through his hair. Now what?

[gurinthedark]

Jason got out of the car as the survivors killed the zombies that sorounded them.

"Fuck, we can't move as fast with so many people."

He tried to think of where they should hide and how they will survive. He turned to John.

"No what?"

[RaelBloodomen]

ok, just so im in the loop with this, this is a "thread game" we are playing, and all we do is make a character bio, and throw in a story of where we were when it all began? or is this an actual "game,game" that we can play? either way its really very interesting, and props on starting it up regardless.

[thest3alth]

(( Use double brackets when out of character, please. Also, role playing is where you play the roll of another person. It's no game, there is no mathmatical rule with stats level ups, etc. With every role play there is a time and a place etc. Let me demonstrate:

Place: New York City / Surrounding areas.
Time: Present day
Who: Your character
What: Zombie invasion
How: Unknown


You tell a story from your characters point of view. ))

[Aoemon]

Looks around, fires his rifle at a near by zombie, then crosses over to the overturned APC, kicks the back door in, and dissapeares inside, for a few secounds you dont hear much noise fron the APC, then a "this should do it" is heard as John comes out, with a box of incendiary gernades, "We are in luck, this is a munitions APC, grab ammo, this is the only box of explosives, we may be able to hold them off in one of the buildings, the explosives are a last resort, but there always good to have." with that he puts the explosives down next to a door on the side of the road, and sits down, rifle to his eye, and resumes killing infected while his companions figure out what they want to do.

[The Lost One]

Firing a few more shots at the remaining infected Mark swivelled around and headed for the overturned APC. While inside he grabbed an assault rifle and a few clips of ammo. Just as he was turning to leave he noticed and took the military grade medical kit strapped to the wall. Never know when that might come in handy.

Stepping out he looked round at the other survivors.

"There's no point heading for the bridges, I heard it from soldiers radio, poor bastard had been ripped to pieces, all of them have been blown up and the tunnels will be crawling with more of them," he pauses for a second trying to filter all the terrible things that had happened recently from the useful thoughts, "the only option now is to head north towards Yonkers, we can go through the subway or travel through the streets. They'll probably be more of them on the streets but if anything goes wrong while we're underground we're done for."

He looks at the newly formed band of survivors before continuing.

"I say we head straight for the nearest station and head underground, unless anyone else has a better suggestion?"

He looks around hopefully, wishing that someone would find out an alternative to the dangers of his two plans.

[thest3alth]

(Following on from where the phone line is dead from calling 911. Michael doesn't know about the outbreak yet.)

What now? He had several options. He could wake his parents up and tell them, he could go back to bed or he could run to the police station. Michael ran through his head the events that had just unfolded before his eyes. A half dead high jumping cannibal had just half eaten a dog and killed a woman. He was so deep in thought that he didn't hear the back door to his house being ripped open. He jumped to his feet. Careful not to make a noise, he crept towards the stairway, and, millimetre by millimetre, he peered his head around the corner. He witnessed exactly what you would see in a dark corridor, shit all. He looked down at his hands, which were now shaking, from fear and the cold. It was so cold, so cold and quiet. Eerily quiet. So quiet that you could hear the echo of nothingness. He lifted up his hand and pointed the flash light down there. He turned it on, but wished he hadn't. It was that thing. Staring back at him, almost smiling. His jaw dropped, and it crouched down. He ran, ran into his room. The thing made another scream, and he knew it was going to come up. It jumped up the stairs and started walking towards him, slowly. He opened his closet, and took his heavily modified BT4 paintball marker. Hopefully it would scare him away, it was unarmed. (http://www.anythingxtreme.com/pimages/g/Gun-BT-BT4As.jpg) He turned around, and the thing was in it's door way. He raised the paintball marker, and shot the balls in his face, but he was shielding his face with his arms, and still he was getting closer, but even slower. Michael had an idea. It would either stop the thing, or silence him forever. He stopped shooting, but the thing kept his arms up for a few seconds. With his thumb he opened the magazine. Paintballs went everywhere. When the monster heard the clatter, he put his arm down, and that's when Michael struck. He turned the marker the other way around, so that the gas cannister was pointing to the target. Using it as a melee weapon, he struck it like a club around it's head, in the temple. It crippled to the ground, and lay still. He had knocked it out, buying him time. He kept the marker close enough so that if it got up, he would be able to shoot back. One by one, Michael picked up the balls and loaded them back into his magazine. His closet had a lot of stuff in it. His clothes and his paintball gear, mainly. He got changed into day time clothes, and put his shoes on. He walked into his parents room and looked up. They were gone. They simply weren't there. He took up the house phone, and dialled their mobile ((Cell. I'm English in reality)) number. That voice came on again, this time saying the service was down. He walked around the bed, and looked out the window, and he was shocked. Multiple burnt cars, and smashed lamp posts, with a few dead bodies littered the streets. A group of people ran down the street. A closer examination would of reviled that they were in fact more 'things', but he didn't have time. The one next door screamed again, and got up. Michael hit the floor slowly and quietly. The creaking floorboards near the entrance of the room sounded, and the footsteps started getting closer. He got into a crouch position, and got ready to leap. He knew what he had to do.

[Aoemon]

John listens to the plans that one of the other suvivors came up with, he thinks, somthing he is rather good at, or atleast thats what his mother always told him. Then, he gets an idea, "The subways will work, but, not the main ones, we will have to use the older ones, people will of been to paniced to use them, so there shouldnt be any infected down there." John looks around to see what the others think of his plan.

[gurinthedark]

"Yes. We should take the subway. You lead, anyone who is coming, come. If you aren't coming, don't follow us."
Jason looked at John, and motioned him to move on.

[Aoemon]

Takes a few fire gernades from the box he had been sitting on, then goes to the car, takes his backpack and goes in the direction of a subway entrance.

[thest3alth]

((Guys, can someone send out a radio signal, so I have a reason to get to New York?))

[Aoemon]

((When we reach the sub-way station))

[Rhailith]

After barely making the turn, Jackson was unprepared when the car stopped. He jerked his handlebars to the side to avoid it but unfortunately he jerked to hard. His motorcycle slid out from under him screeching across the pavement with a shower of sparks as Jackson rolled away from his vehicle. After the brief fight with The Infected, Jackson walked over to the group of survivors and listens to the plan of going to the subway. "I'm all for it," he said, "Survival is much more likely down there than up here."

"Wait one moment he says to the men heading for the subway." Jackson said as he walked over to his bike. He bent down and started pushing apart a couple torn up pieces until he found what he was looking for. Jackson held up the gas tank to show the group, "This might come in handy." He said and started in the direction of the subway.

[Aoemon]

As the small group of survivors approched the sub-way station entrance after about a good two hours of hiding in buildings and running though the mostly desterted city, John notices a Army jeep that seems to be mostly intact, the raido is still working and he can hear screaming and gunshots over the raido. Deciding that it would be best to take it alone, he shuts it off after giving the street name and were they are going, puts it in his backpack, and turns to see if the others are behind him.

[thest3alth]

Michael leaped up, and sprang the butt of the marker in the monstrosities nose, pushing the cartilage into his brain. It took a second for him to drop. He stood over the body and muttered:
'It was in defence'.

He rubbed his eyes. He now had no other choice. He had to run to the police station. Maybe someone there knew what was going on.

First, though, he was going to make a stop at his cousins house, Toms. Maybe he knew what was going on.

He walked downstairs, to see the door ripped off it's hinges and slammed on the floor. He looked out. A small fire or two still burned, and from time to time, he could see another thing. He crawled out, being careful to keep low, and headed towards the street. He still had his paintball gun. Listening closely, he could hear sirens wailing, and gunshots, coming from the centre, downtown. That's where everything seemed to be running. He waited in the shadows for a mob of them to pass, and got out of his position and ran the opposite way to where they were running. He wondered what the time way, but the sun was half up.

Michaels paintball gun was annoying him. The balls rattled too much, and too many times had almost given away his position. He had learnt a few things during his time outside. There were for different monsters. There were regular ones; there were fat ones that shot a substance to attract other things, who blow up when they die, attracting even more things; there are ones who can drag people towards is with it's tongue; and there are massive strong ones that can throw very heavy objects at enemies, even cars. He wondered if there were any more.

Michael hopped from gateway to gateway every time a mob passed. He was nearly there. Just down this last road. He dived behind a wall, and hid there as a small gang passed. Slowly, he peaked his head up, but another one was across the road. It started running towards him. He jumped over the wall, and, not wanting it to come to this, fired a few shots, aiming for the eyes.

Within a few shots, Michael had hit both of his eyes. It dropped to the ground, and more of the devilish tossers were behind him, behind some car wrecks. 'Oh.. shi-', he began to think as they ran towards him, all different variants. A red string popped out from the croud, and hit the wall right next to him, but retracted again within a few seconds. They were in the middle of the road now, but blood shot out to the left. It came from them. They stopped and turned to hear a horn, and see their last sight.

A black truck, with a small dozer blade on the grill, completely made a bloodbath out of them. Three men came out, one holding an AK 47 (http://www.modelguns.co.uk/images/ak47sling2.jpg), one holding a Winchester Shotgun. (http://www.militarypictures.info/d/964-2/winchester1200.jpg) The third one held a Desert Eagle (http://www.darinmurphy.com/images/firearms/Desert_Eagle.jpg). All three had a flashlight attached underneath it. He spent so long staring at them, he didn't realise the one with the Desert Eagle was signalling for him to get in the truck. The turned his head to the right, and then the left. Two mobs closed in on him. He fired off a few shots, and ran towards the truck. It was surprisingly high. The two other men followed once he was in, and the one with the Desert eagle hit the material separating the driver and the 'cargo'. "Go! Go!", he shouted. Before the second go, the wheels spun and they were out of there.

Michael sat down and tilted his head back.

((Thanks Aoemon))

[Aoemon]

((Your welcome))

[thest3alth]

((Also I'm going to change my character slightly. He is 15, nearly 16. He looks like he mid 16.

Height/Weight: 5'9" / 157

He is about to go into collage.))

[Aoemon]

"Does anyone have a flashlight, the lights down there will likely not work, better for us I guess, but none the less we will need some kind of light."

[Prox]

Michael blinked slowly, trying to figure out why all he saw was blue. Gasping in realization he sat up suddenly, looking about to see if he was dead. He the noticed he was sitting on something wet and soft. Michael looked down to find himself laying on top of a pile of bloody corpses. "It must have been what broke my fall when I was..." Michael stood up quickly looking for the hummer. It was about 15 feet away from him, totally destroyed and wrapped around the mangled corpse of the massive infected.

Michael looked around until he found his rifle, he picked it up, cocked it and then stood completely still. He listened for a few seconds for the sound of the dead but there was nothing. Scanning the area Michael rested his eyes upon what looked like a religious modern day fortress. It had solid walls and very small windows, it looked like a good place to get off the street. Michael started towards it at a jog, searching the area for any surprises while he crossed the street. Michael got to the door and push on it, hoping it would not be locked. It opened, though it was slightly heavy and Michael slipped in and closed the door behind him and blackness filled his vision.

[gurinthedark]

"I have a cell phone that we can use for light."

He pulls out his cell phone and turns it on.

"The battery should last for about an hour."

[Aoemon]

"That will have to do, perhaps we will be able to find something that runs down there..." turning he starts to decend the steps, he notices there are alot of bodies all over the steps, all of them have bullet holes in there heads, or other major parts of there body, stopping to reload his gun, John listens to see if there are any noises around, the only thing he hears is his own heavy breathing. There are a few working lights, but they are all mostly burnt out and flickering, makeing the shadows dance as he continues to decend, he relises the reasion for the bodies, the subway train has crashed and is up on the station platform. As he reatches the platform, movment catches his eye, one of the 'bodies' wasnt dead yet....

[TatersAndTots]

((thest3alth, what kinda zombie was that? Since ur new to rp, im not gonna get pissed because you add a zombie type out of the blue. I got way too much of that when I started. More importanly, im curious about what kinda zombie that was. Can you explain it? Looks kinds cool.))

'Hey! Wait a minute! You guys missed tons of ammo and survival junk!" Joe says to the little group. He jogs over to the APC and the two squads or so of soldiers' corpses. and bends down over a woman's corpse and removes another m9 and a combat knife. he also removes some clips from her and moves to another. He quickly forms a small pile of guns, ammo, and rations. He also pulls out a couple of military radios, and some vest/helmets he stripped off the corpses. He finally adds enough canteens for everyone to the pile.

By now, Joe's emotionless behavior is evident. He stripped the corpses with no remorse for the fact that they were alive earlier today. He treats them like sacks of grain for all that he cares.

"Now then!" he says as he wipes the worst of the blood of his hands. "This is the freakin apocolypse people! Learn to salvage." He says in an exasperated tone. He then gets a look of suprise on his face.
"My pants are vibrating." He says. He then pulls out his phone: A Samsung Glyde. Touch screen, keyboard, GPS, internet, the works. A definite survival tool for as long as the battery lasts. He made sure to pack a battery-operated phone charger accordingly."hmm... we... or at least I got a quest! I got two friends trapped about three blacks from here. Anyone up for a rescue?"
He then puts the phone away and slowly walks towards the position of his trapped friends. A few gunshots are heard, as well as infected screams.

[heroshade]

Seth was still sprinting through the back alleys, a little over a dozen infected trailed close behind. His plan was working so far. He saw the turn he was looking for. After running the corner (and taking down a surprised looking zombie) he ran towards the old abandoned warehouse he used to play in as a kid. There was a big steel door on the side that was always open. The top of the door rose nearly a foot over the roof.

Seth had to be quick. He rounded the corner, and got up the fire escape to the roof before any of his persuers spotted him. He sat for a few moments until he saw the group come charging mindlessly around the corner. As he predicted, they kept running strait ahead, right into the warehouse. Once they were all in, he started pounded at the top of the door. The rust on the door began to crack, and finally, it slammed shut, trapping the infected horde inside.

"Ahhh shit..." Seth said outloud. The gunshots were getting fainter. The only way he could catch up with whoever it was he was looking for was to keep sprinting, and by now he was exhausted.

He took the rifle he was carrying on his back and pressed it up against his shoulder, peering through the scope. He couldn't see much. A few destroyed cars, some zombies roaming around. In the distance he could barely make out a small group. He didn't know whether or not they were dead, but they weren't shuffling around drunkenly like the city's newest inhabitants. Seth let out a long sigh. "Well, at least now I have a heading."

He examined the rest the surrounding area (as far as he could see with the scope anyway) before setting out to find the survivors. There wasn't much left to the city. Just blood drenched streets, undead all over the place, and a fuck up looking synagog. He climbed back down the building and began jogging down the back alleys once more. He wasn't sure, but Seth would put the group about three and a half miles away. He silently prayed that he would catch up with them before some else did.

[thest3alth]

((When? The jumping one? Have you read the first page? These are the zombies:

Normal (No special abilities)
Tongue grabber things (Can act like a frog with it's tongue)
Fast ones (Can jump high and are fast
Tanks (Very strong
Explosing (Can vomit on the survivor to lure more zombies, and when it dies it explodes)
Witch (Very powerful, kills in one hit)

Also, I've done RP on other sites, but never old ages ones.))


A medium sized electronic torch managed to dimly light the whole back side of the truck, there were no windows.
"Man..." Michael started.
"There's no need to thank us", a black man with a shaved head, and the Desert Eagle answered out of turn.
"Every survivor counts at the moment, and we've been rounding up as many as possible". He finished, as he put the safety on and took the magazine out.
"Survivors? Huh?" Michael inquired, half witted.
"Man, did you sleep through it all?" The black man laughed.
"Heh, you could say that". Michael started. There was a moment where all you could hear was the hum of the engine, but it was interrupted.
"I'm Russell. Glad we picked ya' up."
"I'm Michael. Thanks. So what's going on, seriously?" He asked a moment later.
"Some call it the Apocalypse. Others say it's a Zombie Invasion. Either way, we plan to out gun it." He replied, but before he could begin anything else, the driver, a man in his twenties with both ears pieced and a goatee, rolled away a small segment of the metal separating the driver and the passengers. A mesh stopped things going in, so only voice and sight were going in.
"We're not out of danger yet, we hit a boomer, and it's all over the windscreen!" He shouted back, still managing to concentrate on the road.
"Argh, damn!" The man with the Winchester shotgun had spoken for the first time.

The person, who was actually a woman, stood up with the AK47. She went up to the back door and twisted a lever, the doors shot open. The infected were behind them. The woman switched her AK to semi auto and brung the iron sights up to her eyes. Muttering something under her breath as she took every shot, she was careful to place her shots with accuracy. One by one, the walking corpses fell.
"Do you know where your headed?!" Shouted Michael at the driver, over the screams, gunfire and engine.
"Ballimore Gas Station! It's just off Chester Street!" Just as he finished, the dozer blades caught a car wreck, and pushed it out of the way. A small thud was returned. "It's half a minute away!" He finished. Michael turned to sit back down. He noticed a few people he had been too busy to spot before. The people he had spotted were:
A woman with an AK47
A man with a shotgun
Russell, with the Desert Eagle
and the driver.

There were particular faces he didn't see. There was another woman, this time holding an old M16, used in Vietnam. (http://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/image/airsoft-ics-guns/m16-a3.jpg) She looked young, maybe 18, with brown hair, and brown eyes. She didn't have her hair in any style, obviously it was a crisis. Also, there was a man in his twenties with very short hair, wielding a AI AW. (http://www.impactguns.com/store/media/aw.jpg) With a fixed blade knife (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41o4P94L5nL._SL500_AA280_.jpg) in a holdster on his leg, and a Magnum (http://www.stillhq.com/guns/pictures/magnum_50cal_500.jpg) on his hip.

Before Michael knew it, they were at the gas station, and the driver picked up an old radio.
"Open the side door! Open it!" He shouted in it. The vans back door was still open, and they were gaining. The door slid up, and two men rushed out, going around the van, getting behind it. The women and two men held them back for long enough so they could get inside. The door slid back down again and locked. A closer look from the inside revealed that the door was in fact reinforced, and it would take ages to get in, even if it were possible.

Blood was still all over the dozer blades, but the garage hardly let any smell out, they made sure the door had no gaps to slip fingers under.

[thest3alth]

((Anyone gunna post?))

[Aoemon]

((I might as well, seeing as no1 else is going to))

As the first of the aparent dead subway passengers starts to get up from the stairs that John had just come down, he lifts his rifle, alows his backpack to fall, and opens fire. Becuase its a bolt action rifle the zombies are able to get withinn 5 feet of him, luck seems to be on his side today however as none of there blood hits him. As he starts to lift his backpack the others come down the stairs. While they acquant themselves to the dim light, and the ring of the gunfire that is still echoing though the tunnel, the raido in Johns backpack starts to have voices over it, (He must not of turned it off all the way), takeing it out, he turns it on, and starts to talk to the hopefuly other suvivors on the other end.

[thest3alth]

Present time, 5:47 PM ((Remember, it was twelve hours ago before)):

Michael had learnt a lot within twelve hours. A virus, that started in New York City has spread across most of the world, and wreaked havoc umong the population. Most electricity has been cut, and the TV's and Radio's have gone off air. No one knows how the virus started, but it mutates it's victims into... killers. One drop of a fluid from the infected can mutate anyone within a short space of time. No cure had been found, and there hasn't been anyone with a natural immunity reported. Michael looked around. Smoke on the horizon, everywhere. The infected ruled the streets, and there was no longer any law or order. The gunshots had died down. Michael took in how lucky he was. These survivors have a working truck, with enough gas for a lifetime, and they went around the city looking for equipment and survivors. They had a working radio, with food in the front, and some refrigerated food in the stores. The windows had been boarded up, and the doors barricaded. Every now again, another monstrosity would come knocking for candy, but it always resulted in the same response, a shot to the face.

Michael had been given some basic equipment. He knew he had to fight to survive, and paintballs just wouldn't kill them. He had in a hand a Mini Uzi (http://world.guns.ru/smg/uzi-mini2.jpg) which they had given him for protection. He was a bit annoyed, however, that they treated him like a little kid, thinking he wouldn't be able to handle the kickback. They didn't understand he was probably more experienced than them, but he didn't want to say anything because after all they took him in. It was very light, and very fast firing, sometimes being rather inaccurate, however. They had given him seven spare magazines, along with an M9 Pistol, (http://www.thefirearmblog.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/300px-m9-pistolet.jpg) standard issue for the US army. He didn't want to know what happened to the original owner.

"Guys! Hey, guys!" Shouted a voice from inside a back room.
"What?" Grunted a man cradling the Winchester Shotgun. He was quiet, and looked like a guy you wouldn't want to piss off. The man in the back room started laughing.
"Come here, we have a signal!" He couldn't keep his excitement in. Six people guarded the windows, peeking through the cracks. The man with the AIAW, the woman with the M16, Russell with the Desert Eagle, the man with the shotgun, the woman with the AK47 and Michael, with the Mini Uzi.
"Stay here." Commanded the man with the shotgun. He got up out of a crouch position and walked towards the back room. When he was out of sight, Russell whispered in his ear.
"That's Kane. Only Kane. I don't think it's a real name, but he escaped from prison when it got infected. Amist the chaos, he got out. We take everything we can find, though. Try not to make eye contact or talk to him." He whispered, as Michael nodded and took in everything he said. The radio crackled, and he could make out the odd word, but he couldn't hear anything because of the infected outside. The six of them had come to an agreement. The don't shoot random infected, but if they came too close, they would blast their brains out. They needed to conserve what ammunition they had.

The survivors had a pretty small angle to cover, only one wall and a small window next to the entrance. To his left was Russell. Beyond him was the woman with the AK47, concentrated on her task. Michael hadn't heard her voice yet. To his right was the girl with the M16. Michael thought she was pretty cute, but she seemed annoying to Kane after she had thanked him over and over. The first time, he said 'My pleasure', but after that, he seemed to get a bit annoyed. After her was where Kane was supposed to be, but there was a long gap between her and the sniper. He was positioned on a corner, overlooking a long area between the concrete under the gas pumps, and the road. He was a small time smoker, but had recently started smoking a bit more, possibly due to the fact that everyone was in a zombie invasion, and behind the counter were hundreds of boxes of cigarettes. The driver, Keith, was cleaning the dozer blades and partially the windscreen from Boomer blood.

That's another thing Michael had learned. The names of the mutated ones. Boomers, the fat ones. Hunters, the agile ones. Smokers, the frog like ones. And tanks, the strong ones. There were also rumours of another type, the Witches. They can strike people down in one hit, and soak up a lot of damage, though they were more rare than the rest.

Michael was tempted to go to the radio room, and see who was on the other side of the radio, but he'd better listen to Kane. That temptation was lifted as he came walking out of the room with the man operating the radio. He was completely pale, as if he had never seen daylight. In a holdster was a B9000 pistol, (http://www.olegvolk.net/gallery/d/6089-2/b9000_right.jpg) but his arms looked they would snap as soon as he fired it.
"Ever been to New York, Russell?" Asked Kane in a deep, almost uncaring voice.
"Once."
"We've just been invited." Kane said, and he crouched down, in his post.
"There are survivors?"
"That's right, unless the infected can speak, but they sounded human. None of that screaming bullshit."
Keith walked out of the garage, into the main shop. The garage was behind a staff only door. They had shot the keypad off.
"New York, huh?" He inquired. "And why can't THEY come to US?"
"We went over this with them". Started the pale boy. "They need us as much as we need them. They have occupied a whole tube station, but need more men to support it. They also need our truck to get supplies, and we need more men as well. There aren't enough of our people to cover the back entrances incase of a breach". He finished. Silence filled the room, which was broken by the infected noises.
"We should go. New York has plenty of supplies, and there are bound to be more than one survivor groups there. Maybe survivors from New York are all going to rally up now", explained Keith. "There's enough room in the van for half these supplies and all of you". It was true. His van was half a lorry, half a van, it was big.
"We shouldn't rush into things. Give us all half an hour or so to think over this, it's happened too fast". The time had passed quickly. It was already 7:00PM. The sun was setting, and light poured into the cracks in the wood.

[Rhailith]

((Hey TatersAndTots, I have the Samsung Glyde in rl :p))

Jackson followed the man he had indentified as John into the subway station, searching for any sings of Infected. Sensing trouble, he flicked his arm sending his butterfly knife out of his sleeve and into his hand before flipping it open in a blur. A sudden movement attracted his attention, looking towards it he saw a supposedly dead passenger get up and start running towards the group. The zombie suddenly dropped as John planted a bullet straight in its face. Jackson nodded to him, "Nice shot."

Jackson advanced farther into the subway station, taking care to stab each and every dead passenger through the head to prevent any surprises. As the area got darker Jackson pulled out his lighter, providing a small amount of light but not nearly enough. "Does anyone have anything to light this place up?" He yelled back at the group.

[Huron]

As the group of people headed for the subway Adam decided to follow. He was definitely not about to stay back by himself. Before following the others he spots a dead soldier next the the overturned APC. Jogging over to the dead soldier sees that the man was half eaten. Damn, poor guy. Adam bends over and takes the soldiers holster, M4, and four clips of ammo, then sprints to catch up with the rest of the group.

Once in the subway the smell of all the dead is overwhelming. As Adam comes around to the stairs he sees John shooting the remaing infected on the stairs Wow, i dont wanna mess with that guy.. He then hears Jackson yell "Does anyone have anything to light this place up?" Adam turns to him and says "I think some guy said he had a cellphone we could use for a little bit..."

[The Lost One]

Mark heard the request and started to rummage in his back-pack.

"I think I shoved a torch in here at some point... ah here we are." He turned the torch on a and shone it down the dark stairs. It wasn't pretty. Blood everywhere.

"That reminds me, when we get a chance to stop I'll need a sample of blood from each of you, something I want to find out." He looked up at their faces, "Trust me, I'm a doctor, well almost at least."

[gurinthedark]

Jason looked at Mark suspiciously.

"I'm not giving you any blood, a cut in my body will only increase my chances of becoming one of them."

Jason put away his cell phone but it began to vibrate so he took it out again. It was a private number and he answered.

"Hello."

All he got back was noises of screames and someone saying "turn back."

"Who is this? How the hell did you get my number?"

"At the end.. at the end of the tunn."

Jason knew it was a female speaking she sounded wounded and hurt.

"I'm listening.. what, is at the end of the tunnel?"

Just as he was going to get a response his phone made a beep sound. He looked at the screen and it was blank. It indicated his phone's battery was out.

"Shit!"

He was going to smash the phone on the ground but came to his senses.

"Does anyone have a cell phone with full battery?"

He then turned to John.

"We can't stay in this tunnel."

[Aoemon]

"So it seems, we might just have to hijack a boat or somthing, but with the tunnels like this, there really isnt much sence in staying here." lifts his backpack onto his back, and puts another bullet into his gun so as to keep his gun ready for anything.

[Huron]

"So, if we arent staying here, where are we going to go...?

[Valic]

((I may be a little late to post my character stats, but I'm going to ask to anyway. Can I post them, or am I too late?))

[thest3alth]

((Remember guys, I'm supposed to be coming, so can someone pick up the radio again?))

[Sunaj]

(( Fun read guys keep it you are are getting a fan base))

[jdog667jkt]

((I've never really RPed in this kind of situation before :).. i'll give it a shot))

Name: David Jones
Age: 19
Height/Weight: 5'7" 166 lbs
Occupation: College dropout.

Bio: Lives in New York City, Upper East Side with his mom and his step-dad, Jason. His birth dad was killed when he was a baby during the first gulf war and he's never fully grown towards his step-father. During the first week of the infection it turns out that both he and his step-father are immune to the disease while his mom succumbed to the virus.

Skills
-Incredible agility. David used to be an aspiring gymnast before an accident in which he severly hurt his shoulder.

-Strength: due to his gymnastic background, David has lots of upper body strength and can easily support himself.

Equipment:
Homemade: One golf club fashioned into a spear
Melee: One kitchen knife


((k now i'm not sure what to do. If anyone could just suggest something through a personal message that'd be great. What are the first steps?))

[jdog667jkt]

David opened his eyes groggily. The rhythmic pounding in his head quickly crescendoed to bursting point. His vision blurred and refocused. As he pulled himself up Jason quickly urged him not to.
"You took one hell of a hit David," he soothed quietly.
"Wha.."
"Shh," he put a finger over his lips. The darkness of their hideout washed over him. For once, he was relieved that their choice of location was so dark. In the distance he heard footsteps. Voices. Huh, strange seeing as the Infected don't talk.
"Hello?" David ventured.
"What the hell are you doing David? You could get us both killed!" A beam of light washed over them and a small group of survivors were standing there.
"Hi, I'm David and this is my dad Jason."

((just so ya know that was you guys in the subway))

[The Lost One]

"Two more down here, seems survivors crawl out of the woodwork when we're around."

Mark shines the torch around the slightly flooded subway, spotting a maintenance tunnel off to the left.

"Well if we can't stay in this tunnel we could always cut across through the maintenance tunnels. If we can find a work room somewhere down here it might give us a brief respite"

John raises his newly acquired gun, hops off the platform and starts carefully wading towards the tunnel.

[Sunaj]

((Since it has stalled a bit mind if i get in on this?))

Name: Gerald Vryce
Occupation: Homeless
Height 5' 9"
Weight 170lbs
Age: 35
Appearance: Unshaven Dark hair Green eyes and dirty ((I stink))
Training:
High School Football star
Former Marine Gunsmith ((Makes/repairs small arms etc))
Network Engineer
Thief/bum

1 Katana
2 FN 5.7 (Pre homeless days) (http://www.remtek.com/arms/fn/57/index.htm)
1 M16a3 (Gotten off adead body)
1 Walking Stick
1 Old Steak knife
extra supplies (Webgear off of the same body I got the gun) 2 canteens 6 mag's compass flashlight guys wallet and his body armor) ( I abandon my shopping cart)

Bio:

After a Drunk driver wrecks his life, Family and career Gerald turns to the streets and is in misery only his devotion and faith to God keeps him from putting a bullet in his own head. Even homeless he still looks after others and never hesitates in protecting someone. After years on the streeets he has turned into a rather crafty thief out of neccecity. While his own life is a shell he will do what he must to protect others. He was only average shot but exceled in hand to hand combat in the USMC. His true talents lie in being able to trouble shoot small arms set trap and navagate terrain. On the high tech end. If it has a wire and is on the net he owns it

[Sunaj]

After the outbreak Gerald found a building and hid in it. Waiting and helping those he could. While helping a woman escape from the Zombies he was knocked off the platform in the subways. As a huge wreck occurred. He has been knocked out for hours. Suddenly he hears gun fire and wakes to see a few survivors. " Help hey you guys how about a hand here I am pinned in" The train some how derailed and was lifted overthe platform and enough of it had shredded to put him in a small metal cave. With a few opening to see out of.

[thest3alth]

((Ok, sorry to nitpick, but there are a number of things wrong with your background.

1) Where the hell did he get all those weapons from if he is homeless. Especially a Katana? WTF! Also, I'm sure a normal guy would of sold the weapon for food before the outbreak.

2) You talk about the internet and high tech, but he is homeless.

3) You character seems rather schizophrenic. Sometimes he is a religions nice guy, but at other moments he steals off of innocents.))

[Sunaj]

((Ok, sorry to nitpick, but there are a number of things wrong with your background.

1) Where the hell did he get all those weapons from if he is homeless. Especially a Katana? WTF! Also, I'm sure a normal guy would of sold the weapon for food before the outbreak.

2) You talk about the internet and high tech, but he is homeless.

3) You character seems rather schizophrenic. Sometimes he is a religions nice guy, but at other moments he steals off of innocents.))

((Ok started to delete this because you are a troll. $30 gets a new katana....did i say nice no he is homeless it would be intimidating......b This char is based off a RL person I know. ANd if you were not a troll he is holding on the pistols due to it likns him back to his former life. He never is bad never was bad. He is down on life. So troll on troller troll on. Follow the progression he was HS football player then MArine then Engineer NOW HOmeless you twit. I was rping when you were in still swimming in ya daddies nut sack so troll on))

EDIT (( Oh since you cant assume anything his family died in the wreck/ He is intelligent / he worked for a living/ he isnt a stay at home mama's boy like your lil Mikey ok))

[thest3alth]

((Ok started to delete this because you are a troll. $30 gets a new katana....did i say nice no he is homeless it would be intimidating......b This char is based off a RL person I know. ANd if you were not a troll he is holding on the pistols due to it likns him back to his former life. He never is bad never was bad. He is down on life. So troll on troller troll on. Follow the progression he was HS football player then MArine then Engineer NOW HOmeless you twit. I was rping when you were in still swimming in ya daddies nut sack so troll on))

EDIT (( Oh since you cant assume anything his family died in the wreck/ He is intelligent / he worked for a living/ he isnt a stay at home mama's boy like your lil Mikey ok))

((Your a faggot for jumping on me like that. I'm offering you ways to make your character better. I'm sorry you can't handle that.))

[Sunaj]

((Your a faggot for jumping on me like that. I'm offering you ways to make your character better. I'm sorry you can't handle that.))

(( *** ya say Not even close lol I must be right then HUH btw if you had the reading skills of a thrid grader and some imagination you would not have had to "nitpick" I read your wall of rediculous text but hey what ever ok. Until you live a little life boy don't just assume you can shoot holes in outer ppls toons ok. Now please get with the story or STFU))

EDIT: BTW no one want to read our fight take it to the PM's nub!

[thest3alth]

... reading skills of a thrid grader ...))


((If you had the writing skills of a second grader, I would listen to you.

EDIT:

I'm saying no more. Shout at a blank forum if you want though.))

[Sunaj]

((If you had the writing skills of a second grader, I would listen to you.

EDIT:

I'm saying no more. Shout at a blank forum if you want though.))

((I apologize to the OP and rest of posters for this childish behavior I let a troll get the best of me. QQ but once again the child has shown his nature I asked him to take it off line and he like I now has refused to do. We can all hope his mommy cuts him off the net. But ah we all know she wont. So I am done with rping here since the kids have found this jewel in the rough of a game. Till they get bored and move on that is.))

All of a sudden there is an explosion on the subway and the train falls off the platform and crushes Gerald beneath.

[gurinthedark]

Jason see's a man on the floor asking for help.

"Wait guys, he is a survivor."

Jason approaches the man but a bomb goes off and a chunk of the ceiling falls off. It crushes the man and the force of the explosion sends Jason into a wall.

He feels dizzy but is able to get up. Jason feels a tug at his arm, he looks over to his left to see an undead with a whole in its head moaning with blood and saliva dripping out of its mouth.

He jumps back, grabs his pistol and first multiple rounds at the beast. It takes a couple of shots to go down.

"Wow, what are these things."

((That was a tank but to make it more realistic Jason doesn't know about the different kinds of zombies yet.))

[Rhailith]

Jackson starts to follow Jason towards a survivor, trying to think of ways to help the man get out. Suddenly an explosion rocks the ground and sends the subway falling on top of the trapped man and also sending Jackson skidding backwards onto the ground. Jackson flinches as he hears the moan of a zombie nearby. Turning around he watches as Jason puts a couple of shots through its head. "Jesus Christ!" Jackson yelled angrily, "Too much freaky shit is happening here! Let's follow the maintenance shaft and get the fuck out of here!"

[Valic]

((I'm gonna give this a shot if that's okay, if not, please let me know))

Name: Jeff Selikson
Age: 26
Height: 5'6''
Occupation: Geographer

Bio: Born and Raised in Austin, TX, Jeff had a fulfilling childhood. Jeff started traveling the world at age 21 because of his curiosity of the Earth. His only live relative is his cousin, D.J, traveled the world with him. Besides Dj, Jeff never had many companions due to his constant traveling, so he had always been a quiet person.

Skills:
-Knows how to use a rifle due to Hunting
-Pretty agile, he used to run track in High School
-Knows the land, after being a Geographer for 5 years, he's learned how to survive.(Includes minor medical experience)

Current Equipment:
-Twenty-Two Hunting Rifle, 15 rounds
-Bent, Metal pipe
-Map of the area


After "Z-Day":

After the infection broke out, Jeff and Dj were in Austin visiting old friends when they heard the news reports of the Infected in New York. Dj, being an apocalypse maniac, told Jeff that they need to leave immediately. On the news they said that the military had the situation under control, so Jeff convinced Dj that all was fine. They had spent two days in Austin until they lost communication with the world, the electricity went out shortly after. Most had decided to pack up and leave the city, Jeff and Dj had done the same. Only after traveling for about 2 days, they found a military transport.
Dj had offered to help them with the fight against Infection, unable to talk him out of it, Jeff had gone with him. They traveled to Manhattan to try to help the quarantine and find survivors, unfortunately they were too late. The barricade had broken and the infected powered out by the dozens, they tried to fight them off but it was to no avail. Jeff had ran to Dj, who was fighting the infected with two other soldiers. But then Jeff saw something that had caused him to turn pale white, a tank. The monster bashed through soldiers as if they were ragdolls. The creature slammed into a military truck only to end in an explosion, one that sent Jeff swirling into the nearby field, unconscious.

[Valic]

((Going on with my character, tell me if this doesn't fit))

Jeff awoke in what seemed to be a maintenance shaft, with three bodies surrounding him. It flashed back to him, the Infection attack, the barricade breaking, the explosion... After a moment of reconciliation, he tried to realize what had happened. He had put into a slight coma by the explosion, for how long he does not know yet. Apparently these people surrounding him must have saved him from the infected, why they are dead, Jeff doesn't know. They may have gotten into a fight with the infected, or maybe with each other, who knows?

"DJ!" Jeff shouted out loud, what had happened to his cousin? His friend. "He has to be safe, he was with those soldiers, he knows how to survive. He'll be okay." Jeff thought to himself. Suddenly he heard an explosion outside the shaft, then three gunshots. "Survivors!", was Jeff's first thought. Then he heard a muffled, "Jesus Christ". That had confirmed his thought. There were survivors out there, and so far, they're more trustworthy that the infected. He got up dizzy-like, grabbed a nearby metal pipe and walked toward the door.

[jdog667jkt]

David quickly turned as the explosion echoed through the subway line. After Jason kills the tank he turns back to the maintenance door. All of a sudden the door begins to open. He quickly pulls out his makeshift spear and sprints towards the door. As he closes in he steels himself and gets ready for the final plunge... All of a sudden he see's that it's not a zombie but rather another survivor. He quickly lowers his spear and goes to greet him.

[TatersAndTots]

'Hey! Wait a minute! You guys missed tons of ammo and survival junk!" Joe says to the little group. He jogs over to the APC and the two squads or so of soldiers' corpses. and bends down over a woman's corpse and removes another m9 and a combat knife. he also removes some clips from her and moves to another. He quickly forms a small pile of guns, ammo, and rations. He also pulls out a couple of military radios, and some vest/helmets he stripped off the corpses. He finally adds enough canteens for everyone to the pile.

By now, Joe's emotionless behavior is evident. He stripped the corpses with no remorse for the fact that they were alive earlier today. He treats them like sacks of grain for all that he cares.

"Now then!" he says as he wipes the worst of the blood of his hands. "This is the freakin apocolypse people! Learn to salvage." He says in an exasperated tone. He then gets a look of suprise on his face.
"My pants are vibrating." He says. He then pulls out his phone: A Samsung Glyde. Touch screen, keyboard, GPS, internet, the works. A definite survival tool for as long as the battery lasts. He made sure to pack a battery-operated phone charger accordingly."hmm... we... or at least I got a quest! I got two friends trapped about three blacks from here. Anyone up for a rescue?"