Zombie Apocalypse Squad II [Closed]
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Dama sat on his bed pouring saltwater over his cut and screaming into a pillow form the pain.
he had removed all the beasts blood but the cut had opened and it felt like his insides were on fire.
"What the hell is wrong with me" Kicking a small chair into a wall causing a long crack to form and the chair to shatter every where
Dama wanted to scream as he started to clean up... ignoring the abnormal strength he used.
he had removed all the beasts blood but the cut had opened and it felt like his insides were on fire.
"What the hell is wrong with me" Kicking a small chair into a wall causing a long crack to form and the chair to shatter every where
Dama wanted to scream as he started to clean up... ignoring the abnormal strength he used.
Since it's open, I guess I can join?
Name: Lucas Bell
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Tall Caucasian with a fairly well built body, messy dark hair and blue eyes.
History: Lucas was raised by his father, as his mother died of a sudden heart attack three months after his birth. A strict ex-military Major, Anthony Bell raised his son in a disciplinary fashion. He often recounted his war stories to Lucas, telling him how he survived and acted when faced with death After reaching the age of eighteen, his father thought his son all about how to handle a gun and how to survive behind enemy lines, hoping that his son would follow in his footsteps and join the military. However he died of cancer and his son decided to honor his father's wish and enroll in the military.
Skill: Lucas can do well with any gun, although his specialties lie in shotguns and sniper rifles. He also had a brief idea of how to pilot an aircraft.
Name: Lucas Bell
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Tall Caucasian with a fairly well built body, messy dark hair and blue eyes.
History: Lucas was raised by his father, as his mother died of a sudden heart attack three months after his birth. A strict ex-military Major, Anthony Bell raised his son in a disciplinary fashion. He often recounted his war stories to Lucas, telling him how he survived and acted when faced with death After reaching the age of eighteen, his father thought his son all about how to handle a gun and how to survive behind enemy lines, hoping that his son would follow in his footsteps and join the military. However he died of cancer and his son decided to honor his father's wish and enroll in the military.
Skill: Lucas can do well with any gun, although his specialties lie in shotguns and sniper rifles. He also had a brief idea of how to pilot an aircraft.
Jason gingerly shook his hand. His hearty squeeze hurt his fragile bones.
"George, huh? It sounds a bit weirder than I usually hear it, but sure. I'm Jason Vancouver. I've been here for a little over a year and a half. You see that wall?" Jason pointed. "I built that. You see where that behemoth crashed?" He pointed once more. "I fixed that specific panel three times in the last two days. Now that gargantuan has ruined it. I wouldn't be surprised if others start collapsing now. The entire integrity of the stricture depends on equal distribution of weight. We're going to need to.... I'm sorry, I'm babbling now."
Jason took a look as his bow. "I see you're a fine archer."
"George, huh? It sounds a bit weirder than I usually hear it, but sure. I'm Jason Vancouver. I've been here for a little over a year and a half. You see that wall?" Jason pointed. "I built that. You see where that behemoth crashed?" He pointed once more. "I fixed that specific panel three times in the last two days. Now that gargantuan has ruined it. I wouldn't be surprised if others start collapsing now. The entire integrity of the stricture depends on equal distribution of weight. We're going to need to.... I'm sorry, I'm babbling now."
Jason took a look as his bow. "I see you're a fine archer."
Walking out side Dama saw the group talking
"well thats all fine and dandy but WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH THIS 300 POUND ZOMBIE .... im just saying this becuase its hot and the smell of this .. thing is going to bring alot of unwanted attention"
"well thats all fine and dandy but WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH THIS 300 POUND ZOMBIE .... im just saying this becuase its hot and the smell of this .. thing is going to bring alot of unwanted attention"
well Dama, we could drag it as far away as we can and hope it attracts the zombies away from us.
[setshun, it says open since the creator of the thread is away for awhile, so don't post unless we can make sure your in or not]
[i couldn't think of a way to introduce my character so i'm just gona pretend like he has always been here <_<]
[setshun, it says open since the creator of the thread is away for awhile, so don't post unless we can make sure your in or not]
[i couldn't think of a way to introduce my character so i'm just gona pretend like he has always been here <_<]
"I'll go. I know the parts I need better than anyone else here. I'll get the gas."
Jason went into his garage and grabbed the hose. It was good that he had found an incredibly long one in this house. He brought it over to the jeep and fueled it up. He tossed Alfie his pistol. "I'll need that back when I return, sir."
Jason went into his garage and grabbed the hose. It was good that he had found an incredibly long one in this house. He brought it over to the jeep and fueled it up. He tossed Alfie his pistol. "I'll need that back when I return, sir."
Alfie caught the pistol and flipped it with his index finger.
"Alright. Make sure this guy doesn't drive you out there then kill you. If your not back in three hours, we'll trek your way."
Derrick and Flo were standing both sides of the jeep, looking over the vehicle.
"Alf. He's got a weapon."
"Chuck it here."
Derrick threw the gun to Alfie, who caught it with his hands. He turned to the newcommer, and spoke directly to him.
"You get this back when you return, capiche?"
"Alright. Make sure this guy doesn't drive you out there then kill you. If your not back in three hours, we'll trek your way."
Derrick and Flo were standing both sides of the jeep, looking over the vehicle.
"Alf. He's got a weapon."
"Chuck it here."
Derrick threw the gun to Alfie, who caught it with his hands. He turned to the newcommer, and spoke directly to him.
"You get this back when you return, capiche?"
Dama came back with a thick rope and started to coil it around the beast
"You guys have a good trip while we wait for massive zombie hordes to crawl over the hills and into our now screwed over defence .... yep dont mind the screams you will most likely hear its just us being ripped apart alive" Dama said in a sarcastic tone.
"Any one gonna help me move this thing!"
"You guys have a good trip while we wait for massive zombie hordes to crawl over the hills and into our now screwed over defence .... yep dont mind the screams you will most likely hear its just us being ripped apart alive" Dama said in a sarcastic tone.
"Any one gonna help me move this thing!"
I'll help you Dama, (puts the knife he was holding in his pocket and grabs some of the rope)
be gentle, it's strong but it's flesh is still rotten, it could rip.
be gentle, it's strong but it's flesh is still rotten, it could rip.