Zombie Apocalypse RPG 2.0 (New characters always welcome)
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I'm sorry but what the hell? You get let out of a prison, pull a gun on a soldier and demand to get to the other survivors who are, running from a witch...
Question 1) Where did you get a gun?
Question 2) How would you get to us either?
In reality all the other soldiers would pull their guns and blow you to hell. Damn I wish I could take control of the guards for Sosa and shoot you for the arrogance.
Question 1) Where did you get a gun?
Question 2) How would you get to us either?
In reality all the other soldiers would pull their guns and blow you to hell. Damn I wish I could take control of the guards for Sosa and shoot you for the arrogance.
Adrian checked Vinny's pulse. The guy seemed OK, just stunned maybe. He wasn't responding to the face slapping or calling of his name. The Witch didn't seem to have followed either of them down, but neither had any of the other survivors. He wondered whether to stay here where the Witch could still come, or to search for a way out of the vent. He cast his torch light down the dark metallic corridor, seeing a dead end one way, and a corner in the other. He reckoned they must be in the basement. Vinny still wasn't moving, but his breathing was fine. Adrian pulled one of several packets of cigarettes from out of his pocket, and lit the whole thing on fire, before blowing it out so that it only smouldered moodily. He put the packet down by Vinny, thinking that not only was it unlikely that anything would follow them down the vent, but also that the smell would put off anything that considered it. He proceeded down the corridor towards the corner, moving quietly so as to hear anyone or anything joining the two of them in the vent.
hi i'm jake
my character is named matt davidson and he is a small person with ragged clothes on, he is thin because he hasn't eaten for about 2 weeks. he has many scars on his face and a deep cut on his arm from trying to escape the zombies some time ago (caught it on a piece of metal)
There i was crawling on my belly trying to get to this hole i saw in front of me. it was only 40 feet away but to me it seemed like a mile or two. it took me a hour just to get to the edge of the hole in the ground wanting to get out of the cool and to safty. I manage to pull myself over the edge and i fall down and hit my head hard. i black out for a few moments. Ryan says "who the hell are you." I try and answer but i haven't used my voice for a while so it just comes out as a low noise. I try and turn round, managee it, looking round i see two people i have seen before but where, where have i seen them. they might not remember me i think to myself i try and say ryans name but same again just a low noise. two people try and help me up never seen them before. I look into there eyes with my big ones. the rest just look in shock...
my character is named matt davidson and he is a small person with ragged clothes on, he is thin because he hasn't eaten for about 2 weeks. he has many scars on his face and a deep cut on his arm from trying to escape the zombies some time ago (caught it on a piece of metal)
There i was crawling on my belly trying to get to this hole i saw in front of me. it was only 40 feet away but to me it seemed like a mile or two. it took me a hour just to get to the edge of the hole in the ground wanting to get out of the cool and to safty. I manage to pull myself over the edge and i fall down and hit my head hard. i black out for a few moments. Ryan says "who the hell are you." I try and answer but i haven't used my voice for a while so it just comes out as a low noise. I try and turn round, managee it, looking round i see two people i have seen before but where, where have i seen them. they might not remember me i think to myself i try and say ryans name but same again just a low noise. two people try and help me up never seen them before. I look into there eyes with my big ones. the rest just look in shock...
You may want to rethink how you enter the story here. It seems very unlikely that anyone would have survived at all at the rate your character is going. It would be better if you started in full health outside of the mall. Sosakitty can correct me if I'm mistaken
Abysss has transferred his brain to a new body, known as Abysss1. Nobody panic. Also, ChemicalJake1611, it would be appreciated if your character had a sheet and a more believable story. Thank you.
"I'm alright." Vinny says groggily as he gets to his feet. He looks around a bit. He pokes his head through the opening that they had fallen through. The girl is crouched in a corner, once again sobbing. The regular zombies are shambling around as if nothing happened. Vinny returns to the group in the space and says "Okay, it looks like we have two options here. We can either go back out there and take our chances with the monsters so that we can get some food, or we can go back to the safe zone empty-handed."
Christian didn't know how long they dragged him through the darkness of the streets for, it seemed like eternity, but he had long since given up on trusting his own perception of these things. It only seemed like such a long time because everything looked the same. Dark shapes around him, the fog around them, more dark shapes in that fog. Everything was gray and black, hazy and unidentifiable. To Christian it almost felt like he had fallen into a movie from the fifties, only it had sound instead of subtitles.
That's what mixed up the monotony the sound, some times it was an unwavering never ending moan, other times it was a never ending unwavering moan. Ahh blissful variety. Every now and then the soldier's would stop, rasp out some orders, and kill a few zombies. But by and large they seemed content to leave the zombies be; but even more surprising, the zombies seemed content to leave them alone.
As they were carried through the streets Christian kept reaching for Blues hand, just to touch it, to make sure she was still there, still beside him. As long as she was alive he had purpose, and as long as he had some sort of purpose he would find a way out of here, not for himself, but for her. He was going to save her. God he could use a smoke.
That's what mixed up the monotony the sound, some times it was an unwavering never ending moan, other times it was a never ending unwavering moan. Ahh blissful variety. Every now and then the soldier's would stop, rasp out some orders, and kill a few zombies. But by and large they seemed content to leave the zombies be; but even more surprising, the zombies seemed content to leave them alone.
As they were carried through the streets Christian kept reaching for Blues hand, just to touch it, to make sure she was still there, still beside him. As long as she was alive he had purpose, and as long as he had some sort of purpose he would find a way out of here, not for himself, but for her. He was going to save her. God he could use a smoke.
Adrian looked at Michael and Vinny, an idea forming. He could feel a light breeze on his face, but it was of stale air, and not particularly pleasant smelling.
"I think the air conditioning is still on," he said, pulling out four packets 200 of cigarettes from his swiped satchel that he'd stolen in the safe zone, and a lighter. He was sure it would work; the premise had got him out of some sticky situations before.
"I think the air conditioning is still on," he said, pulling out four packets 200 of cigarettes from his swiped satchel that he'd stolen in the safe zone, and a lighter. He was sure it would work; the premise had got him out of some sticky situations before.
I looked down at the hole. The Witch had left for the moment and all the Zombies had ran away. I grabbed the edge and clambered down, I was getting to old for this, a 58 year old man shouldn't be climbing down holes and fighting monsters. Just for a second I felt a slow wave of homesickness, I would have been safe in my cabin. Isolated from the rest of society. Out of all the places I could have gone, I came to Las Vegas.