The Quarantine Zone: Are you ready for the Apocalypse?

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Absolute Symbiosis

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Welcome, welcome to the quarantine zone. The year it began was 2010, when something bad happened, of massive proportions. It first showed up in New York, and they caught it early too, so they blocked off the entire border of the state, that keeps the people still in the state, with the zombies. Nobody planned for this, and the government reacted quick by simply saying, they would help, Two years ago.
Now it is 2012, food is limited, but ammo is plentiful. Waiting it out is a horrible idea, you have to keep moving before they get you. Tons of people are infected, leaving the survivors to wait, fight, or die. So how will you survive, waiting it out in a dark hotel corner, or fight till the government finishes theyre plan.

Forum Rules
1. No killing off other characters, but if you take the risk to make a zombie character, the survivors are designated to kill you on the spot.
2. No godmodding.
3. As to weapons, no lasers or rocketlaunchers please.
4. Remember the government isn't trying to rescue anyone yet, so don't post saying that a military helicopter shows up and saves you.
5. This is a semi-literate rp, so try to make some sense
6. Don't go on a zombie killing spree, its pretty hard to kill thousands of zombies without becoming a gut-galore sandwhich.
7. This is based in New York city

Character Profiles
Just post your character profile and I'll approve as soon as I can

Survivors
Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race: (caucasion, black, spanish, etc)
Weapons: (limit of three)
Character Bio:
Other:

Zombie
Username:
Name: (before you got infected)
Age:
Gender:
Specific Zombie race: (chose between a RUNNER: they run fast, jump high, but health is low/or FIGHTER: Slower than runners, but attack strong, have increased health
Bio: (something like how you got infected)

Accepted Profiles

--Survivors--
Username: Absolute Symbiosis
Name: Michael Smith
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: caucasion
Weapons: M4 carbine, hunting rifle, machete
Character Bio:
Other: Knows Tae Kwon Do, a good shot with a gun

Username:Sentinel10
Name:Ian Roth
Age:26
Gender:Male
Race:Caucasian
Weapons:UMP .45, Colt M1911, Pick Axe
Character Bio: A former student of design at Chelsea University, he had some limited work until the disaster. Now, he just tries to survive.
Other: Intelligent, knows the lay of the land, not very strong, but a good shot.

Username: XSA37
Name: John Michaelson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Weapons: AK47, Dual Pistols (PM Me if that needs to be changed to one), Hunting Knife
Bio: A Former Gun Runner In his Russian Homeland, Mikhail Spetzkovik came to America, changed his name, and was trying to make it as a banker before the infection hit. Now, he must relive his past life if he wishes to survive.



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TheSentinel

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Username:Sentinel10
Name:Ian Roth
Age:26
Gender:Male
Race:Caucasian
Weapons:UMP .45, Colt M1911, Pick Axe
Character Bio: A former student of design at Chelsea University, he had some limited work until the disaster. Now, he just tries to survive.
Other: Intelligent, knows the lay of the land, not very strong, but a good shot.
 

XSA37

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Username: XSA37
Name: John Michaelson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Weapons: AK47, Dual Pistols (PM Me if that needs to be changed to one), Hunting Knife
Bio: A Former Gun Runner In his Russian Homeland, Mikhail Spetzkovik came to America, changed his name, and was trying to make it as a banker before the infection hit. Now, he must relive his past life if he wishes to survive.
 

Absolute Symbiosis

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well I'll start it off

Michael Smith
Michael thumbed the edge of his machete, trying to see if it had dulled. He sat in his apartment leaning in his chair. His front door was heavily boarded up with wooden planks and various furnishings. A small sharp pain came as response when he pressed onto the edge. Good, he thought as he stood up and placed it back in the leather strap he used to keep it in place. He reached over to his desk and grabbed his M4 carbine. Michael pressed the release button, and the ammo cartridge came out. It made a loud clank as it hit the apartments floor.
"Da****," He cursed under his breath, hoping that wouldn't attract any zombies as he placed a new cartridge into the M4.
 

XSA37

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John Michaelson, or Jonny as he liked to be called (he always loved the way Jonny sounded) crept around the corner of the abandoned Gun Shop, hunting knife at the ready. As he approached the storefront, he noticed that the windows were already broken out and the store was almost empty. Entering the building, he quickly made his way to the back room and began to use the knife to pull up the carpet. As a former Gun Smuggler, he knew that every shopkeeper had a stash of the good guns hidden away somewhere for the people who would pay anything for the ability to show off an imported firearm. Quickly finding what he wanted, he slid a concealed latch back, removed the light wooden door in the floor paneling, and uncovered two USP .45s and an old-looking AK47 along with enough ammunition to last at least a day or two of heavy fighting. Quickly stowing the pistols and knife in his belt, and the AK around his shoulder with a strap he had brought with him for such an occasion, he left the store, careful to avoid any encounters with the Runners that were known to frequent the area.
 

Absolute Symbiosis

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Michael Smith
Michael slung the M4 into a strap he had on his back, and walked over to his weapon rack. He reached for the only gun he had on it, his hunting rifle. Grasping it in his right hand, he slowly crept over to his window and pulled it open. The street was completely deserted. Across the street he saw a Gun shop, but what caught his attention was a survivor crept into it. The window was about 5 or 6 feet away from the sidewalk, and he might be able to survive the fall. Michael braced himself, and dove through the open window, still grasping onto the rifle.
 

TheSentinel

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Ian sat in his apartment. His UMP, which served him well so far, laid on a table near the door. His door was fortified, the only exit (and entrance) being the fire escape on the side of the building. His last raid on the bodega yielded small amounts of food and water. He needed a way to reach further stores, but he was limited in choice due to the zombies. He also needed more bullets, but as long as his father's old pick axe was sturdy, he could fight. His bicycle was useful, being quiet and not attracting attention. He knew the outside world, as in, outside of Manhattan, was safe, but as long as that quarantine remained, he was stuck. He headed out the window onto the fire escape, watching a man with an AK-47 running through the streets, into stores. Ian wondered if he was useful, or not.
 

XSA37

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Hearing footsteps nearby, Johnny spun around, AK47 at the ready. He knew from their speed, that it was not a runner, but, nonetheless, these were troubled times and he did not, in any way, need to get attacked by someone equally as armed as he was. Gun at his shoulder, Johnny advanced toward the source of the noise, a man, about ten years older than he was, holding a rifle at the ready. As the man stepped closer toward him, Johnny noticed movement on the rooftops. Obviously, something had alerted the Runners. He knew it was time to either fight, run, or die.
 

Absolute Symbiosis

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Michael Smith
"Oh god..." Michael groaned as he pushed himself off the pavement. His face stung from the impact. He got back on his feet slowly. He felt his jaw, and he was bleeding slightly. He was surprised to find out that he was still hanging onto his rifle. But he quickly switched to his M4 carbine, and slowly he approached the weapon shop, fearing the person might be dead. He stepped inside the shop, his gun at the ready. His fears were silenced when he saw the person was alive and well, but a roar from a Runner quickly caught his attention. He stood next to the man, realising he was older than him.
"Get ready," He yelled as he saw the first runner leap onto the street.
 

TheSentinel

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Ian saw something crash through a window. Assuming it's a Jumper, he runs to his UMP, and runs back to the fire escape. When he gets back, he saw the Jumper holding a rifle. He thought that either it was a survivor, or these zombies are getting worse. He saw the Rifle Zombie (as Ian called him) go into the same shop as the survivor. Ian decided to fire a warning shot, hopefully warning the survivor.
 

XSA37

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Johnny heard a shot as he saw the Older man walking towards him, bleeding from a wound in his face. Instincts kicked in, and he fell to the ground, just in time to save him from the runner that jumped at him, sailing harmlessly over his head and crashing into the wall next to him.
 

Absolute Symbiosis

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Michael Smith
When the Runner crashed into the wall it caught him offguard. The man next to him dove to the ground, and Michael did the same to avoid getting caught by the runner. Michael quickly got back up and noticed the Runner getting back-up on its feet. He quickly raised his gun, and silenced the low growl from the Runner with a single-shot. It fell limp to the ground, a bullet hole showed in its decomposing head. Michael lowered the gun and took advantage of the time to ask the man a question.
"Whats your name, i'm Michael," He asked the man.
 

TheSentinel

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Off Topic: Was the site down for everyone yesterday?

Ian decided to check out the store. He grabbed the pick axe and climbed down the ladder to the street. He walked towards the store, seeing two men inside. As he was walking in, he heard gun shots from down the street. Deciding the others could wait, he began walking in the direction of the shots. Down the street, he saw a man on the roof of a brownstone. He held a high-powered hunting rifle, picking off zombies as he saw them. Ian considered this a terrible waste of ammo. The man on the brownstone saw him and, presuming he was a zombie, began shooting. The first shot missed, sending Ian running for cover.
 

XSA37

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Johnny was still in the store when the horde came. He emptied clip after clip of ammunition into the charging zombies, burning through most of what he had salvaged from the store's smuggler's hold.