You slowly turn into one of them if they bite you. There are just run of the mill crazy sprinting psycho zombies, and the zombies were at one point undead but now it's just the entire population of the world.
Hell on Earth - A Zombie Apocalypse RP - Starting for real this time
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If you're scratched, you're good.Lavoscraft said:
Go crazy, just remember the 20 rules for survival.Verex said:
Also... I forgot to mention earlier... as part of the random events that will happen, there is a character called Buck who will periodically show up to help only if I feel like having someone's character survive longer.
But know for the actual RP! Go crazy guys.
Mar. 18th, 2011
1427 hours (that's 2:27 PM)
3 months after first infection
It all happened three months ago, when the world began slowly making it's way to hell. Some poor bastard who ate an Infected Cheeseburger at some diner out in the ass end of nowhere came rushing into the ER vomiting, bleeding from his pores, and swelling almost ten times the regular size for an average male. They brought him into the OR to try and release some pressure from his major areas but as soon a the scalpel hit his skin... he exploded splattering his organs, blood, bile, and this awful smelling goo. Every doctor in that room was instantly infected with an illness that was never encountered before and within ten minutes, they all turned into blood thirsty savages.
We thought that it was only in Reno, at the time... we were wrong. Cases of outlandish murders began springing up everywhere about whole families being attacked by massive groups of people, victims are appearantly eaten. One eye witness said that some of the attackers seemed to be "rotting" and a foul odor radiated from the body.
Mar. 29, 2011
We've been left for dead, the Government has quarentined the city and will shoot to kill anyone who comes near the city limit. No one goes in or out. I guess after this bottle of scotch runs out my good old friend, Mr. Mossberg 500 will be doing me one last favor and blowing my brain matter all over the ground. If you find these notes remember DO NOT GET THE ZOMBIE FLUIDS ON ANY BROKEN SKIN OR IN THE MOUTH OR EYES YOU WILL TURN INTO ONE OF THEM.
Good bye.
(The rest is soaked in blood)
Five survivors have held up in a warehouse in downtown Reno: an accountant, a botanist, a designer, a student, an escaped convict, and a Fed... a regular Mötley Crüe. They've been here for nearly a week and are almost out of food and water. They are are under equipped and are surrounded by the undead, this is their story.
Max was looking at one of the windows he and his friends had borded up to fortify the warehouse. The world wasn't the same... and it wasn't fair. The world went to hell starting here, in Reno, when that guy ate some bad meat and exploded... Max looked at the window, knowin he couldn't go any further for fear of his scent somehow flying out, and wished he could see the sky blue on a peaceful earth once more. But no, what he has now is a yellow-brown sky in a world torn apart by monsters...
He walked over to his friends and started pacing back and forth, hands held behind his back.
"Guys... *Sigh* We're almost out of provisions... We can't last here any longer... we have to go... Outside."
He walked over to his friends and started pacing back and forth, hands held behind his back.
"Guys... *Sigh* We're almost out of provisions... We can't last here any longer... we have to go... Outside."
''We can't go out. Not alone... we're walking meat bags to them.''
Zoey climbed up the pyramid of crates to look through the cracks in the boarded up windows, but all she could see was the Nevada sunset.
It was silent. A little too silent outside. She climbed down turned to Max and said,''Everything is pretty much dead out there. If we're going to go out we'd better do it fast before they return.''
Zoey climbed up the pyramid of crates to look through the cracks in the boarded up windows, but all she could see was the Nevada sunset.
It was silent. A little too silent outside. She climbed down turned to Max and said,''Everything is pretty much dead out there. If we're going to go out we'd better do it fast before they return.''
George sat on a crate in his own private corner, staring at the ground. The days had all started to run together for him now. He knew they would have to move soon, this temporary safe haven had withered in it's usefulness. He sighed deeply and looked up towards the rest of the party.
"There'll be a couple around the perimiter that's for sure. Chances are we'll die out there sooner than we'd starve in here. Unless our luck holds out, we're pretty much fucked. I agree that daylight is our best bet though, these things don't seem to rely on as much as we do. A couple of days into infection, I actually saw one without eyes take someone down..."
"There'll be a couple around the perimiter that's for sure. Chances are we'll die out there sooner than we'd starve in here. Unless our luck holds out, we're pretty much fucked. I agree that daylight is our best bet though, these things don't seem to rely on as much as we do. A couple of days into infection, I actually saw one without eyes take someone down..."
''I can't take this heat anymore. We've been walled up for days with these things pacing around, and the first time they're practically gone we sit twiddling our thumbs and waiting for our food and water to run out. I'm sorry, but if we don't go out there RIGHT NOW,'' said Zoey, picking up her aluminum bat and pointing it at each survivor for emphasis,'' we're are going to be slaughtered next time we set foot out that door.'' She took her school bag that was lying next to the pile of crushed cardboard boxes and put one of the pen light flashlights they found into it. She also filled up her flask halfway up with some of the water that was left and threw it in her backpack along with the flashlight. Zipping up the bag she looked around and asked, ''So, is anyone coming? I bet they have some delicious spaghetti-o's with our names on it.''
Marcus took things in through half lidded eyes. The first cases had spread like wild fire and by the time the government took action it was already to late. Military, S.W.A.T., Marshals, Police: Every single one unprepared for the enemy that they all had to face. Cities and towns began to fall as the epidemic took control of every person it came in contact with. Glancing up, he spoke, "We can't continue to stay here. If they figure out we are here, we'll be overrun in short order. I vote we get out with the lull we are presented with."
"Agreed, we won't get another chance like this. Gather up all the things you need, gather up any extra provisions." Max went around and gethered up a good ammount of food and water to last him for days. "So..." He pointed towards the large, borded up door that lead outside.
"Who wants to do the honours?" He said.
"Who wants to do the honours?" He said.
Zoey ran up in between Max and the door waving her arms. ''Woah, woah guys. I'm all for getting out of here, but we just can't be knocking down doors like we're Rambo. You have a crowbar, right?'' She picked up the discarded crowbar and jogged over to where the rest of the team was standing. ''Who here is the strongest? We barred the door pretty well, if I say so myself.'' She swung the crowbar over her head, showing it to everyone in the room.
Max sighed and held out his hand.
"Here... let me try it..." He walked up to the dor and put the crowbar in position.
"You guys ready?" He said.
"Here... let me try it..." He walked up to the dor and put the crowbar in position.
"You guys ready?" He said.
Max opens the took and a blinding light fills the room. As your eyes adjust, four of the undead "marathon runners" take notice and begin charging the group.
Zoey swore profusely and charged one of the zombies that had breached the perimeter. She intended to take a left handed swing with the bat, but the zed was faster and it latched onto her arm. Zoey yelped and elbowed it in the eyeball, or where the eyeball should have been. Pus and God knows what was smeared all over her jacket sleeve. The blow knocked the zombie off of her and onto its back. Zoey snatched the bat from off the floor and hit the undead...delivery guy? It's clothes were bloodstained and its skull was smashed in from the repeated blows to the head. ''Get some!'' Zoey yelled at the top of her lungs. So much for a quiet exit.