Zombie Apocalypse RPG 2.0 (New characters always welcome)
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Josh looks around the mall following the tracks when finally ending up at a camp. He looks around and tries to find someone to talk to or whomever might be the leader. He sees the two people talking and a third person walking by. He continues to look around.
Name:John Delduca
Age:17
Height:6'1
Build:mild
Apearence: baggy pants, light camo shirt, a large backpack, tan sun hat, riding goggles. usualy has a mild happy-go-lucky expression.
description: eccelent with guns, and chemicals(making explosives, other helpful things). while not the best shot himself, his father was a gunsmith so john knows most guns inside and out(fixing jams, repairs). John was visiting some friends of the family in Arazona when the outbreak started. As soon as the outbreak reached the area john had been hiding in a small sporting goods store until he heard over the radio that las vegas was still untouched. He gathered up as many supplies as he could(food, water, gas) along with a matchete, susvival knife, and crossbow that he took from the stores camping section. He straped whatever he could to a quad they had on display, and his back and took off out the drop-off exit in the back of the store, just barly avoiding getting bitten.
Looking down at the gauge, john felt a ping of sadness realising that he was nearly out of gas. He had been riding north for 2 days straight, only stopping to eat every few hours and was beginning to think that he wouldn't make it befor he ran out of gas and had to abandon the quad and most of his supplies when he saw something riseing over the horison. He maxed out the throttle and as he got closer a smile grew on his face seeing buildings slowly grow up from the horison. At first the city looked fine, but as he got closer it was easy to see that the city had been infected just as the rest of the world.
"well, it's my best shot" john said to himself as he felt for the matchete at his side. There were several zombies along the road as john sped by, although they only had enough time to turn in his direction befor he was too far to go after.
John was in awe at how the the city had appeared to rot. John had been to vegas only once, during a short vacation one year when he was little, but he couldn't belive how the city had gone to hell in just a few days.
Still driving at full speed through the city in fear that a zombie might attak at any moment, John sighed, and just as he was about to turn around and head back out of the city so that he wouldn't get to far in, he sees a mall. It looked like a good place to go for now, hopefully find some supplies, so he sped up to the doors at the front entrance and slowed down, just enough so that he would knock the doors open without breaking the glass and drove in. As soon as he was through the doors 2 armed guards raised there weapons at him and he slammed the brakes.
"stop!" one of them shouted, walking closer as he said so.
John skidded to a stop ans said "woah! I don't want any trouble. Are there more people here?"
The guard quickly glanced over him checking for any bites, then nodded and said "okay, he's clean. you can move on".
Age:17
Height:6'1
Build:mild
Apearence: baggy pants, light camo shirt, a large backpack, tan sun hat, riding goggles. usualy has a mild happy-go-lucky expression.
description: eccelent with guns, and chemicals(making explosives, other helpful things). while not the best shot himself, his father was a gunsmith so john knows most guns inside and out(fixing jams, repairs). John was visiting some friends of the family in Arazona when the outbreak started. As soon as the outbreak reached the area john had been hiding in a small sporting goods store until he heard over the radio that las vegas was still untouched. He gathered up as many supplies as he could(food, water, gas) along with a matchete, susvival knife, and crossbow that he took from the stores camping section. He straped whatever he could to a quad they had on display, and his back and took off out the drop-off exit in the back of the store, just barly avoiding getting bitten.
Looking down at the gauge, john felt a ping of sadness realising that he was nearly out of gas. He had been riding north for 2 days straight, only stopping to eat every few hours and was beginning to think that he wouldn't make it befor he ran out of gas and had to abandon the quad and most of his supplies when he saw something riseing over the horison. He maxed out the throttle and as he got closer a smile grew on his face seeing buildings slowly grow up from the horison. At first the city looked fine, but as he got closer it was easy to see that the city had been infected just as the rest of the world.
"well, it's my best shot" john said to himself as he felt for the matchete at his side. There were several zombies along the road as john sped by, although they only had enough time to turn in his direction befor he was too far to go after.
John was in awe at how the the city had appeared to rot. John had been to vegas only once, during a short vacation one year when he was little, but he couldn't belive how the city had gone to hell in just a few days.
Still driving at full speed through the city in fear that a zombie might attak at any moment, John sighed, and just as he was about to turn around and head back out of the city so that he wouldn't get to far in, he sees a mall. It looked like a good place to go for now, hopefully find some supplies, so he sped up to the doors at the front entrance and slowed down, just enough so that he would knock the doors open without breaking the glass and drove in. As soon as he was through the doors 2 armed guards raised there weapons at him and he slammed the brakes.
"stop!" one of them shouted, walking closer as he said so.
John skidded to a stop ans said "woah! I don't want any trouble. Are there more people here?"
The guard quickly glanced over him checking for any bites, then nodded and said "okay, he's clean. you can move on".
I just edited it, is it okay now? Any suggestion to improve it or future posts (besides my grammer)?
Aaron mutters under his breath, he eyes scanning over the safe zone before they settle upon a group of new arrivals. He gently pats his pistol, which is tucked into his pocket rather clumsily, to check that it is still there. Nodding to himself, he begins to walk over towards the newcomers.
Aaron sighs under his breath, now striding towards the bunch seeing that one of them is getting aggresive. The last thing this place needs is another new guy strutting around like he owns the place. He carefully approaches the man, his left hand resting on his gun - not by accident. Lifting his right hand up to tap Maris on the shoulder. "Hey, is there a problem here?" he asks in the most friendly manner he can muster, which due to the sleepless nights isn`t at all friendly.
"Woah there," Aaron raises his two hands in the air, "No need to get aggresive, I was just checking everything was okay here..." Definately a trouble maker, "... I saw you acting up with this other man here, Hey, I didn`t mean to offend anyone." Aaron takes a slow step backwards, eyeing Maris warily.
Name: Adrian Marsden
Age: 21
Height: 5'10
Appearance: Dishevelled, scruffy long hair, faded black. Unshaven, but not exactly bearded. Wears a suit jacket and black loose shirt and baggy jeans, with a pair of tatty white trainers.
Description: Travels alone, and has survived by living off of what can be found. Drives from town to town, first visiting weapon shops, then using new found weaponry to protect himself for further spontaneous looting. Has not spoken to anyone in three months. The only possession he has kept with him all this time is a towel.
The truck grinded to a halt on the freeway just outside the city. Adrian sighed. The vehicle had lasted a whole month, and he had grown quite attatched to it. He got out and popped the hood. He stared for a few seconds at the aray of black things and shiny things, not knowing the first thing about vehicle maintanence. He hadn't even learnt to drive before.
He went to the back of the truck, and picked up a surprisingly clean gym bag, Nike brand, which had a large tube poking out of the zip. The bag was about the smartest thing about him; his long hair now reaching his shoulders, and fading under the Nevada sun. It had been four months since he'd last dyed it, but he wasn't too concerned about personal appearance, else he might have bothered with the clothes store he'd passed in the last town. He wore a dirty suit blazer, which was torn at the seams in more than one place. His jeans were equally in disrepair, and sported two large muddy patches about the knee. The sneakers he wore weren't much better, but then again, he'd had this on when it had all kicked off...
He sighed again, and looked about for a destination. A hotel with a Valet service was ideal.
Age: 21
Height: 5'10
Appearance: Dishevelled, scruffy long hair, faded black. Unshaven, but not exactly bearded. Wears a suit jacket and black loose shirt and baggy jeans, with a pair of tatty white trainers.
Description: Travels alone, and has survived by living off of what can be found. Drives from town to town, first visiting weapon shops, then using new found weaponry to protect himself for further spontaneous looting. Has not spoken to anyone in three months. The only possession he has kept with him all this time is a towel.
The truck grinded to a halt on the freeway just outside the city. Adrian sighed. The vehicle had lasted a whole month, and he had grown quite attatched to it. He got out and popped the hood. He stared for a few seconds at the aray of black things and shiny things, not knowing the first thing about vehicle maintanence. He hadn't even learnt to drive before.
He went to the back of the truck, and picked up a surprisingly clean gym bag, Nike brand, which had a large tube poking out of the zip. The bag was about the smartest thing about him; his long hair now reaching his shoulders, and fading under the Nevada sun. It had been four months since he'd last dyed it, but he wasn't too concerned about personal appearance, else he might have bothered with the clothes store he'd passed in the last town. He wore a dirty suit blazer, which was torn at the seams in more than one place. His jeans were equally in disrepair, and sported two large muddy patches about the knee. The sneakers he wore weren't much better, but then again, he'd had this on when it had all kicked off...
He sighed again, and looked about for a destination. A hotel with a Valet service was ideal.
Aaron blinks. In a stunned silence for a second. His hands dart upwards, above his head, taking a few panicked steps away from Maris. "Jesus! Guys!" His eyes concentrating on the foot. Blood. "That wasn`t me! I swear!" Aaron continues his retreat away from Maris, his eyes locked on his foot. "Why would I sh- I have no incentive! It was probably one of those other guys! Damn it! Go steady!"
Michael woke up feeling much better and saw alot of new people. And it pissed him off that he busted his ass to get here, broke a few ribs, got a bullet in the shoulder, and got a fractured leg so that theses assholes could just walk in easily and act like they are with us.
He didn't like it at all and wanted them gone, for if we ever leave here they will only slow us down.
He didn't like it at all and wanted them gone, for if we ever leave here they will only slow us down.
Josh heard the gun shot and looked the direction it came from and shook his head seeing the man shot his own foot. He continues to wander around until he comes upon a empty tent and looks inside it and it seems to not belong to anyone. He walks in and drops his pack on the floor and unties his boots and dumps the sand out of them. After he made himself a little more comfortable he took his AR-15 and cleaned it and made shore it was still working properly by firing blanks. He did the same for his Beretta 92. He moved his pack to the back of the tent and rested his head on it.
"got anything to drink?" The question seemed so normal, in a world that had become so.. not. Christian couldn't help but let another smile take over his face, and despite the pain it caused him he refused to let it subside.
"Hows water?" He asked. Personally he consider just plain water to be an absolute god send in these times. Too many carbonated drinks, and packets of chips, had resluted in his teeth feeling like they had a layer of sweet moss growing over them. Christian was not a fan of the feeling.
He reached into his bag and pilfered out a 2 liter orange juice bottle that had been emptied and re-filled with the nourishing liquid. Although the bottle was now only half full at best. "Hows this?" He asked, offering the bottle to her. His hand was shaking slightly. He probably needed another cigarette. But for some reason he felt uncomfortable smoking in front of the girl.
As she took the bottle from him and took several mouthfuls he tentatively reached for the open deck of cigarettes located in his back right pants pocket. He had fallen asleep on them, so several were slightly crushed, but still usable. "Do you mind if I smoke?" He asked as he placed one of the sticks in his mouth and sparked his incredibly ordinary lighter. It made him miss his zippo. But he had already looted this shop in the hopes of finding one, but to no avail. Just plain lighters, and matches. There unoriginality hadn't stopped him taking a lighter, because it was entirely necessary to aid him in smoking. Some matches, in case the lighter ran out a fuel. And another emergency lighter. In case the matches all got broken, or wet. Or broken and wet. You could never be too prepared.
"Hows water?" He asked. Personally he consider just plain water to be an absolute god send in these times. Too many carbonated drinks, and packets of chips, had resluted in his teeth feeling like they had a layer of sweet moss growing over them. Christian was not a fan of the feeling.
He reached into his bag and pilfered out a 2 liter orange juice bottle that had been emptied and re-filled with the nourishing liquid. Although the bottle was now only half full at best. "Hows this?" He asked, offering the bottle to her. His hand was shaking slightly. He probably needed another cigarette. But for some reason he felt uncomfortable smoking in front of the girl.
As she took the bottle from him and took several mouthfuls he tentatively reached for the open deck of cigarettes located in his back right pants pocket. He had fallen asleep on them, so several were slightly crushed, but still usable. "Do you mind if I smoke?" He asked as he placed one of the sticks in his mouth and sparked his incredibly ordinary lighter. It made him miss his zippo. But he had already looted this shop in the hopes of finding one, but to no avail. Just plain lighters, and matches. There unoriginality hadn't stopped him taking a lighter, because it was entirely necessary to aid him in smoking. Some matches, in case the lighter ran out a fuel. And another emergency lighter. In case the matches all got broken, or wet. Or broken and wet. You could never be too prepared.