OOC: Same gun shop as you guys, just a little backstory....
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Steve couldn't believe it, the zombies just kept coming!
"Son of a *****." BANG! "SON OF A *****!" BANG!
Steve reloaded again and again, occasionally shoving the zombies...
Name: Carl Mackenzie.
Status: Alive
Current Location: Las Vegas.
Date: ???
I'm alive, that much is for sure. It's been hell these last few weeks, locked in the hotel room. I've almost run out of food, and am planning to make a run to the grocery store. I'm not sure if I'm gonna make...
Steve had just made it to the door of the gun shop when it hit. Steve was brushed aside by the beast, it's cold clammy hands, like deaths cold touch, reaching towards him. Steve reloaded his weapon, he needed to be fast. Barely pushing the bullets into the magazine, Steve lifted the gun...
OOC: I'm gonna be talking OOC for a while, switching between steve and joe.
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Joe sat up. His head hurt, and he was hungry. So very hungry. The hunger never really stopped nowadays. He didn't like it, he just wanted it all to end, or for some...
OOC: So... I'm in the car? Sorry for missing so much! Lol.
BTW, OOC means out of character.
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Steve couldn't believe what just happened. Zombies? The undead? This was all just like some cheap horror flick, only it had the bitter taste of reality...
Although the zombies of today are cool and totally ultra scary, I prefer the old fashioned ones. The real horror of zombies is seeing other human beings, whom you know and love, as mindless killing machines. Fast zombies just don't have the same effect and are just, well.... zombies.
Name: Joe the Zombie
Age: ???
Description: Cold and clammy, Joe is a member of the undead hordes in Las Vegas. His favourite pastimes are brains, eating brains, and devouring brains.
Joe grabbed the chubby brained one in his hands. He wanted the brain...Stupid brained ones, holding their...
OOC: Wait, so I'm with Craig now? Plz don't play my character, it just makes this very confusing....
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"Well old man, seems you can use a stool pretty well. And from the smell of your breath, I assume you know where some booze are. That's...
OOC: Can I join? Rabid might know me.
(hint: I was swift in trollslottet.)
Also could u do a story update in a spoilers tab? Just tell me the basics, I can roll from there.
Name: Steve
Height: 6'1"
Sex: M
Appearance: Above average build, with a stubble covered face. He's hungover, massively pissed off, and he's a dick. Steve works as a lawyer in Connecticut, but he's trying to forget about what happened there with liquor and cheap ladies, so his personal...
They should try the route of anti-war/environment/pro-legalizing cannabis direction.
That would probably work, considering all the baby boomers, and how all their kids are around enlistment age...
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