Zombie Apocalypse RPG 2.0 (New characters always welcome)
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*a zombie jumps at me from a window* GRAAAAA *an assasin's creed style hidden blade slide from my sleve and i stabbit in the eye then keep running*
OOC: Etrius_the_seraphim, enough trolling. There is no need to post every few minutes to complain about people not posting. We are humans, and we have things to do aside from checking the RP every few minutes. If you continue to troll, you may be booted.
"Damn it, Ray! Stop fooling around!" Vinny shouts through the fog. Floodlights can be seen through the fog, He says to his compatriots "I think we made it!"
"Damn it, Ray! Stop fooling around!" Vinny shouts through the fog. Floodlights can be seen through the fog, He says to his compatriots "I think we made it!"
"I can see it!" Terrence cries out as a three-story brick-laid building looms into view. It shows signs of obvious occupation; boarded up windows, seemingly reinforced doors, and a damp cardboard sign hanging off the roof. Barely legible from the damp weather, it seems to read "HELP"
"OI!" Terrence shouts towards the station "OI! Open the door!"
"OI!" Terrence shouts towards the station "OI! Open the door!"
Vinny goes up to the door and pounds on it a few times. "Open up!" No response. "Somebody!" Nothing. "Come on!" Vinny pleads. A muffled voice from inside says "P..pe..people! A..are you guys gonna eat my brain?" The voice seems unsure, and it stutters a lot. "No." "Oh, yeah? P..pp..prove it!" "Well, I'm not groaning and hungering for flesh, so please just open the damn door!" "N..nuh..no! Y..you..you could be faking it! As soon as I open the door, y..you..you'll eat me!" "Why would you think that?!" Vinny protests hurriedly. The voice continues. "Better safe than sorry, better safe than sorry..." the voice says, over and over again. A different voice comes from inside. "God damn it! Who let Lenny man the door again?! Get the hell out the way!" "B..b..but I.." "Move!" A dull thud is heard from inside, and the double doors open. An African-American man in a police uniform stands just inside. To his left is a rather upset-looking man who is also in a uniform. "Get in here! Hurry!"
OOC: Max Weston is going up for auction today. He will be up for three days. Max will be killed off if he is not claimed.
OOC: Max Weston is going up for auction today. He will be up for three days. Max will be killed off if he is not claimed.
Terrence drags Craig's through the door, pulling Vinny along with him. As the group filters through the doorway, he says, exasperated "Shut the goddamn door."
The African-American man complies, shutting the door with a loud bang. Without a word, he sets to work on it; lowering a bar across it, locking several locks. He eyes the ragged, smelling group of people standing in his station with surprise.
Terrence snaps "Look, I love being stared at by someone I've never met as much as the next guy, but is there any chance we could get some food? I haven't eaten in days."
Sara's eyes shoot open as she hears the Chief's voice shouting "... Door again?!" Rolling onto her back, she sighs. "Another day in paradise..." A wry grin crosses her face as she rolls off of her makeshift cot.
Pulling her hair out of her eyes and hastily dressing as the voices from downstairs began, Sara carefully pinned a safety pin on her collar. "Mom always did say that they were useful." She laughed aloud this time. Holstering her standard-issue pistol at her belt, Sara marched down the stairs, her mind racing as she heard voices she hadn't heard in the station before she awoke.
The African-American man complies, shutting the door with a loud bang. Without a word, he sets to work on it; lowering a bar across it, locking several locks. He eyes the ragged, smelling group of people standing in his station with surprise.
Terrence snaps "Look, I love being stared at by someone I've never met as much as the next guy, but is there any chance we could get some food? I haven't eaten in days."
Name: Sara Nets
Occupation: Police Lieutenant
Age: 25
Description: 5'7". Shoulder length brown hair pulled into a ponytail. While not model quality, she has a definite level of beauty.
Background: Being incredibly lazy, Sara Nets was lucky to get a desk job with the force. With a decent pay, she should have been able to make a decent living for herself. However, a gambling problem often left her unable to pay the rent. She had been living in her office at the station for a few days by the time the infection hit. She was surprised to hear that the infection had apparently begun less than a block away from her home, and takes cold comfort in the knowledge that her gambling problem saved her life.
Occupation: Police Lieutenant
Age: 25
Description: 5'7". Shoulder length brown hair pulled into a ponytail. While not model quality, she has a definite level of beauty.
Background: Being incredibly lazy, Sara Nets was lucky to get a desk job with the force. With a decent pay, she should have been able to make a decent living for herself. However, a gambling problem often left her unable to pay the rent. She had been living in her office at the station for a few days by the time the infection hit. She was surprised to hear that the infection had apparently begun less than a block away from her home, and takes cold comfort in the knowledge that her gambling problem saved her life.
Sara's eyes shoot open as she hears the Chief's voice shouting "... Door again?!" Rolling onto her back, she sighs. "Another day in paradise..." A wry grin crosses her face as she rolls off of her makeshift cot.
Pulling her hair out of her eyes and hastily dressing as the voices from downstairs began, Sara carefully pinned a safety pin on her collar. "Mom always did say that they were useful." She laughed aloud this time. Holstering her standard-issue pistol at her belt, Sara marched down the stairs, her mind racing as she heard voices she hadn't heard in the station before she awoke.
I felt like making a new character.
OOC: I forgot to clarify that I meant for the black guy to be the sane one and the other guy to be crazy, so I'll just fix that up.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm Private Thompson. We got some food here, but we're running out. Lenny!" Thompson shouts toward the crazy guy who had greeted them at the door. He is currently covering his mouth with his hands as if he is absolutely horrified by this group of survivors. "Go and finish your coffee. It's getting cold." "Y..ye..yes sir." Lenny replies as he stumbles toward the main offices of the police station. "What's wrong with him?" Vinny asks. "Well, when the outbreak started, he was on call. He got called away to check out a car wreck that happened since the zombies showed up. He did his investigations and decided to head home to do the paperwork. He came home and found zombies in his house eating his wife and children right in front of him. He locked himself in a closet. Miller found him and brought him back here." "That sucks, but I think Terrence here is gonna disintegrate if he doesn't get some food, so if you don't mind..."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm Private Thompson. We got some food here, but we're running out. Lenny!" Thompson shouts toward the crazy guy who had greeted them at the door. He is currently covering his mouth with his hands as if he is absolutely horrified by this group of survivors. "Go and finish your coffee. It's getting cold." "Y..ye..yes sir." Lenny replies as he stumbles toward the main offices of the police station. "What's wrong with him?" Vinny asks. "Well, when the outbreak started, he was on call. He got called away to check out a car wreck that happened since the zombies showed up. He did his investigations and decided to head home to do the paperwork. He came home and found zombies in his house eating his wife and children right in front of him. He locked himself in a closet. Miller found him and brought him back here." "That sucks, but I think Terrence here is gonna disintegrate if he doesn't get some food, so if you don't mind..."
Terrence eyes the two men standing before him disdainfully. They could prove to be problematic. Particularly the little one. "Lenny, his name was..." Terrence muses to himself.
"OI, Chief! What's with the new guys?"
Terrence flips around, peering at the newcomer. He glances at the pistol holstered at her hip and decided against a snarky response. "The new guys haven't eaten in days. Got anything?"
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Sara's mind races with the news. A group of survivors! Living in the streets for weeks! As she watches them hungrily scarf at their meager rations, she feels a twinge of pity. Broken, beaten, filthy and starving. "Is this what mankind has degenerated to?" she thinks bitterly.
Pulling up a chair in the dimly-lit room, she watches the sunset out of the corner of her eye as she says, "Alright. The Chief told me not to bother you, but I need to know. How the HELL did you guys survive out there so long?"
Thompson grunts "Nets! Stop calling me Chief. The 'Chief' is dead."
Sara snorts at him, saying "Oh please! You're the closest thing to a leader we have. Now stop interrupting me and let's hear their story!"
"OI, Chief! What's with the new guys?"
Terrence flips around, peering at the newcomer. He glances at the pistol holstered at her hip and decided against a snarky response. "The new guys haven't eaten in days. Got anything?"
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Sara's mind races with the news. A group of survivors! Living in the streets for weeks! As she watches them hungrily scarf at their meager rations, she feels a twinge of pity. Broken, beaten, filthy and starving. "Is this what mankind has degenerated to?" she thinks bitterly.
Pulling up a chair in the dimly-lit room, she watches the sunset out of the corner of her eye as she says, "Alright. The Chief told me not to bother you, but I need to know. How the HELL did you guys survive out there so long?"
Thompson grunts "Nets! Stop calling me Chief. The 'Chief' is dead."
Sara snorts at him, saying "Oh please! You're the closest thing to a leader we have. Now stop interrupting me and let's hear their story!"
"Well, I don't know where to begin." Vinny says. "So much has happened, It'd be pretty tough to recap. I used to be in with the mob, but we I got screwed over. So I started drinking, and I didn't stop. I didn't even know about the zombies when this apocalypse started. After a bit, I fought some zombies and went out to get some more booze. The zombies were already in abundance, but I was too drunk to notice. I went home, slept, took some Alka-Seltzer, and went back out. Then, I ran into a guy who said his name was Jack." -One Hour Later- "And this thing threw the dumpster over the Italian place! We got out and decided to run to the police station, but Ray showed up in a car that was too messed up to drive. We took him with us, and, sure enough, we made it here."
OOC: sorry I've been inactive for awhile, just assume that my Char. has been following and making funny quips and being helpful-ish.
"I'm basically just a kid that got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time" Ian says with a chuckle, "These guys here are the only reason I've survived thus far, again, thank-you". Ian unloads his weapons and takes the tommy off of his back, "I suppose my being a medical student turned makeshift doctor kind of helps my cause as far as living to see tomorrow, but I'm the only thing close to a doctor left." Ian says with a sad look in his eyes, "The hospital was over-run and everyone at collage either managed to get out or died, I lost alot of good friends over the past 2 weeks".
OOC: *GASPS* gotta go get mah troll repellant!!!1
"I'm basically just a kid that got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time" Ian says with a chuckle, "These guys here are the only reason I've survived thus far, again, thank-you". Ian unloads his weapons and takes the tommy off of his back, "I suppose my being a medical student turned makeshift doctor kind of helps my cause as far as living to see tomorrow, but I'm the only thing close to a doctor left." Ian says with a sad look in his eyes, "The hospital was over-run and everyone at collage either managed to get out or died, I lost alot of good friends over the past 2 weeks".
OOC: *GASPS* gotta go get mah troll repellant!!!1
OOC: ok, I can deal with that. working on a really good pre-outbreak story right now and I'll put it up later.
P.S. Seraphim is a troll, without doubt. and his grasp of proper sentance structure is abominable. Also, his usage of first person RPing is archaic and confusing.
P.S. Seraphim is a troll, without doubt. and his grasp of proper sentance structure is abominable. Also, his usage of first person RPing is archaic and confusing.
OoC hey, I'm joining this RP game should be good, but I need to know some facts first:
How long has this gone on for? (will determine where i start)
Is this worldwide? (the virus)
WHat weapons can you get your hands on legally inside Vegas? (I'm English)
Thats all for now, will stay active when i join, and can't wait.
How long has this gone on for? (will determine where i start)
Is this worldwide? (the virus)
WHat weapons can you get your hands on legally inside Vegas? (I'm English)
Thats all for now, will stay active when i join, and can't wait.