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Zombie Apocalypse RPG 2.0 (New characters always welcome)
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Watch it. Insulting people when they try to help makes you look very immature. The first grade level grammar really doesn't help either. Just don't do it again.
"Hello there. You wouldn't know where a fella could get a cup of coffee would ya?" As a response to the question, Vinny says "Yeah. The volunteer counter here serves some good stuff."
Let's clear things up here, alright?
When I came to, I could hear voices talking outside.
"Negative, we foun- copter - bodie- Cameron".
Hang on, Cameron, that's me, isn't it? Then I remembered the radio messages we'd heard before the helicopter got caught in a sandstorm. Obviously the Government, or at least the army had, because I had heard messages of them planning to send cleaners in to destroy the zombie plague.
I took off my pack and foraged through, trying to find my Necrotech ID card. My virus cure was still in one piece, but the tops off of the container of food & the first aid kit had come off, spreading bandages and dried pasta everywhere. A few seconds later, I'd found it and had crawled out from the hole in the wall i'd been thrown through an unknown time before, and called out "Commander! Dr. Andrew Cameron reporting. I have ID here". The men (well, man) turned to face me and took the ID card. "Mask off" he said with emotionless authority. I knew this drill quite well. He was going to check for virus infection, as it stops your eye dilating. I took off my mask, quite thankful to have air on my skin, and he shined the light on my eyes.
"All clear."
I didn't know exactly what they wanted from me, but I hoped it wasn't bad.
Status = Caution
Anyone who wants to can use my character in a couple of sentences to help their character. Usuals rules apply, don't be a douche, don't kill me please.
<spoiler=epic post Angel>Seriously, just epic. Oh the poor dear. I hope she is alright. I fear for the ramifications it will have on Christian.
<spoiler=Wolf Blade> Thanks heaps mate. I'm so sorry you had such a messy transition into this RP. Thanks for being such a sport about it. :3
Christian was vaguely aware of the fact that his brain was processing. But nothing made sense. nothing registered on a level of cognition that he could understand. All that he understood right now was the world of pain that he had been delivered into by the mammoth sized zombie, that and the faint awareness that Blue was missing, she was missing and she shouldn't be.
As the world around him again came into some semblance of focus he was dimly aware of the figure of a man, now holding him bodily. had he passed out into this mans arms? A feeling of shame washed over Christian at this thought, he knew he should have been stronger then that. And the man that was holding him was also talking to him. "Were you traveling with anyone?" Well of course he was, he was traveling with Blue. Sure he had only picked her up recently, but this guy must certainly understand just how important she was, just like he already had.
"Blue. You must save Blue." He managed to gasp, his breath still heaving up around his lungs as he spoke. Maybe they had collapsed. Collapsed or not, he could still really need a smoke. Christian tried to reach for his bag to get a new deck of smokes when his thoughts returned to Blue. "Blue." He muttered as he pointed to the drug store. "Blue, you've gotta save her. Please." However Christian wasn't sure if his words where heard or not, as the soldier seemed engaged in an in depth conversation over his head-set radio."...responding to the human names they've been assigned. One showed signs of sentience when he asked me whether or not we should kill a survivor."
The words echoed around his head like a chime. He couldn't make sense of them yet he knew he should. He was convinced that their was a degree of significance to these words that he was not yet grasping. Maybe he just needed a smoke. Smoking always helped him think. It calmed the nerves. Again he made a reach for his bag, fiddling with the flap. "I need a smoke." He muttered, the words sounding groggy and foreign as they resonated form his lips. He eventually unhooked the clasp of the bag and retrieved a deck, instinctively reaching to place them in his duster pocket, which of course, was no longer there, having being lost when he left it with Blue in the drug store. Instead he settled with putting them in his back right pants pocket, the same pocket that had kept his prior deck of smokes. There was no way he wold be so unlucky as too have two decks get smashed in the same pocket, was there?
With one of the long thin sticks now resting firmly between his lips Christian sparked his light and prepared to inhale the invigorating fumes. He was subconsciously aware of his throbbing headache, exasperated by the man that was now emerging from the building off to his left, from which a man was emerging making an incredibly commotion. So what if he was Dr. Cameron. He couldn't give two flying fucks, or three stationary fucks either. As he gazed off towards Dr. Cameron, he felt a tinge of hate rise up in him, was that the man from before? The one who had endangered him and Blue? He hadn't gotten a very good look at him so there was no way he could be sure. But if at any point he could confirm it, he would certainly give the prick a piece of his mind, replacing the metaphysical 'piece of mind' with a most physical 'fist to stomach.' But there would be plentay of time for that latter, at least for now he was safe, and soon these people would save Blue. Oh how he hoped they got to her soon, they had to save her. It was just the way things had to happen, then they could both be safe together and at least then, some small part of this crazy world would make sense. They just needed to be safe.
Safe.. The world slowly rippled through his brain, triggering the deepest of his senses. "...seem to be responding to the human names they've been assigned. One showed signs of sentience when he asked me whether or not we should kill a survivor." 'kill a survivor.' The words echoed with a resounding chime in Christians head. He was a survivor. He was alive. And therefore He could be killed. Christian felt a fear grip him unlike none he had ever known before. Something about this scenario no longer added up. Taking another deep breath of his smoke Christian prepared for the worst. 'Oh god. Please let Blue be alright.'
<spoiler=Wolf Blade> Thanks heaps mate. I'm so sorry you had such a messy transition into this RP. Thanks for being such a sport about it. :3
Christian was vaguely aware of the fact that his brain was processing. But nothing made sense. nothing registered on a level of cognition that he could understand. All that he understood right now was the world of pain that he had been delivered into by the mammoth sized zombie, that and the faint awareness that Blue was missing, she was missing and she shouldn't be.
As the world around him again came into some semblance of focus he was dimly aware of the figure of a man, now holding him bodily. had he passed out into this mans arms? A feeling of shame washed over Christian at this thought, he knew he should have been stronger then that. And the man that was holding him was also talking to him. "Were you traveling with anyone?" Well of course he was, he was traveling with Blue. Sure he had only picked her up recently, but this guy must certainly understand just how important she was, just like he already had.
"Blue. You must save Blue." He managed to gasp, his breath still heaving up around his lungs as he spoke. Maybe they had collapsed. Collapsed or not, he could still really need a smoke. Christian tried to reach for his bag to get a new deck of smokes when his thoughts returned to Blue. "Blue." He muttered as he pointed to the drug store. "Blue, you've gotta save her. Please." However Christian wasn't sure if his words where heard or not, as the soldier seemed engaged in an in depth conversation over his head-set radio."...responding to the human names they've been assigned. One showed signs of sentience when he asked me whether or not we should kill a survivor."
The words echoed around his head like a chime. He couldn't make sense of them yet he knew he should. He was convinced that their was a degree of significance to these words that he was not yet grasping. Maybe he just needed a smoke. Smoking always helped him think. It calmed the nerves. Again he made a reach for his bag, fiddling with the flap. "I need a smoke." He muttered, the words sounding groggy and foreign as they resonated form his lips. He eventually unhooked the clasp of the bag and retrieved a deck, instinctively reaching to place them in his duster pocket, which of course, was no longer there, having being lost when he left it with Blue in the drug store. Instead he settled with putting them in his back right pants pocket, the same pocket that had kept his prior deck of smokes. There was no way he wold be so unlucky as too have two decks get smashed in the same pocket, was there?
With one of the long thin sticks now resting firmly between his lips Christian sparked his light and prepared to inhale the invigorating fumes. He was subconsciously aware of his throbbing headache, exasperated by the man that was now emerging from the building off to his left, from which a man was emerging making an incredibly commotion. So what if he was Dr. Cameron. He couldn't give two flying fucks, or three stationary fucks either. As he gazed off towards Dr. Cameron, he felt a tinge of hate rise up in him, was that the man from before? The one who had endangered him and Blue? He hadn't gotten a very good look at him so there was no way he could be sure. But if at any point he could confirm it, he would certainly give the prick a piece of his mind, replacing the metaphysical 'piece of mind' with a most physical 'fist to stomach.' But there would be plentay of time for that latter, at least for now he was safe, and soon these people would save Blue. Oh how he hoped they got to her soon, they had to save her. It was just the way things had to happen, then they could both be safe together and at least then, some small part of this crazy world would make sense. They just needed to be safe.
Safe.. The world slowly rippled through his brain, triggering the deepest of his senses. "...seem to be responding to the human names they've been assigned. One showed signs of sentience when he asked me whether or not we should kill a survivor." 'kill a survivor.' The words echoed with a resounding chime in Christians head. He was a survivor. He was alive. And therefore He could be killed. Christian felt a fear grip him unlike none he had ever known before. Something about this scenario no longer added up. Taking another deep breath of his smoke Christian prepared for the worst. 'Oh god. Please let Blue be alright.'
"Well, whatever your name is, you need to just relax for now." Vinny says. He turns to the rest of the party. "Let's get going."
Meanwhile
"Good. We've been searching for a while." the squad captain says to Cameron. He activates his comm-link earpiece once more. "Squad beta to Station seven. Come in." "Station seven receiving." "We found Cameron. He's alive." "Is he infected?" "Negative." "Get him back here ASAP. Station seven out." The comm-link ends. "Good news. We're getting out of thi-" "There's another human in here!" shouts a voice from within the drug store. "Just stay right here. Rogers, protect these two." The captain gives his orders and starts to move into the drug store.
Meanwhile
"Good. We've been searching for a while." the squad captain says to Cameron. He activates his comm-link earpiece once more. "Squad beta to Station seven. Come in." "Station seven receiving." "We found Cameron. He's alive." "Is he infected?" "Negative." "Get him back here ASAP. Station seven out." The comm-link ends. "Good news. We're getting out of thi-" "There's another human in here!" shouts a voice from within the drug store. "Just stay right here. Rogers, protect these two." The captain gives his orders and starts to move into the drug store.
The coffee was terrible. Adrian wasn't used to the home made stuff, having broken into any Starbucks or other coffee shops on his travels and using the equipment there. Still, caffeine was caffeine. He returned to where the guy who'd directed him to it was standing, talking to another man, and decided to introduce himself.
"Hey again. So... what's the deal here? Are you lot all staying here in this mall?"
"Hey again. So... what's the deal here? Are you lot all staying here in this mall?"
Ryan eyed up the new guy.
"Just another one then. Escaped by the skin of your teeth. Bet you havn't seen your family die infront of your very own eyes. Bet you havn't survived infection. Your pitiful. So tough guy, whats your name?" Ryan waited for a response but the new guy just stuttered.
"Back of Ryan. He's cool. You were a coward once!" Vinny said abruptly, startling Ryan.
"No more though. So, what about our shopping spree then?" Ryan turned with a smirk on his face and walked away from the others, trying to round up craig and the people marching into the hell hole.
"Just another one then. Escaped by the skin of your teeth. Bet you havn't seen your family die infront of your very own eyes. Bet you havn't survived infection. Your pitiful. So tough guy, whats your name?" Ryan waited for a response but the new guy just stuttered.
"Back of Ryan. He's cool. You were a coward once!" Vinny said abruptly, startling Ryan.
"No more though. So, what about our shopping spree then?" Ryan turned with a smirk on his face and walked away from the others, trying to round up craig and the people marching into the hell hole.