[Text RPG] Apocalypse Day

[Rabbi106]

Apocalypse Day is basically a sandbox style RPG set in the barren city of New York after an outbreak of the solanum virus, similar to that of the environment 'I Am Legend' is set in, except the zombies are free-roaming the city. Internet and phone lines are down, and no outside communication can be established. The reasons for this are unknown at this time. There is no rescue coming, all one can do is survive.

Each person's character will be a survivor of the outbreak in New York, as they attempt to continue surviving, find other survivors and possibly discover what has happened.

The game will start on Day 50 of the outbreak. On Day 32 there was a military operation to rescue survivors and contain the infestation. While the attempt to contain solanum was successful, the military operation failed and large casualties were suffered. The radio broadcast was the last news broadcast over any airwaves, you can include this in one of your posts if you wish.

NB - Everyone is moving around at the same time on the same days. Rabbi controls the major time shifts which will usually be between day and night. This shift is important because victims of the solanum virus are much more dangerous at night.

Character Sheet

Name:
Age: You must be an adult (Over 21.)
Profession: Your job. You may have just about any job you want, although "Professional Zombie Hunter" is not acceptable. The job you choose is important as it will directly affect other aspects of your character including, safe house, combat ability, etc. (Some people can opt to be soldiers who were left behind after the military operation, just remember that you are not superhuman because of that.
Location: Your hiding place in NY (No fortresses)
Bio: Your background, your accomplishments, and your other personal stuff.
Appearance: Clothes, hair, eyes & distinctive features
Equipment: The equipment you carry. (Be realistic, you cannot carry large numbers of weapons. This should also tie to your character's profession)

My character
Name: Ray Smith
Age: 28
Profession: Quantum Physicist
Location: Portland, Oregon, USA. I am taking refuge in an Elementary School.
Bio: I graduated Grad School 2 years ago. I had begun research on Atom Manipulation, and I succeded in making a sort of Gauntlet that controls matter on an atomic level. However, I havn't perfected the technology. I only use it in emergencies, and only 6 times a day. I am all alone in the world, now.
Appearence: I have spiky brown hair, white eyes (side effect of an experiment,) long face, slim body, 5'11", and a short-sleve shirt.
Equipment: Atom Gauntlet, flashlight, batteries, cantine, backpack, Beef Jerkey, clothes.

INTRO:
"'Earlier this morning, strange sightings of 'the Undead' and 'ghouls' have occured. We have come to a location for more information. We will be right back after-hey, get away-I would suggest-wait get your hands-AAAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Last morning, this footage was shown all over the world. By now, 5 cities have sprung up with this strange virus that has been named before. It is called solanum. It spreads only through bodily fluids, so watch out. It takes only 23 hours for one to suffer fully from Solanum, this of course being "Zombification." Also, reports have come in that.......

*Radio Static*

[Mattbot]

Name: Max Smith

Proffession: Gun shop owner

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Location: Hiding in his gun shop which he has boarded up and set up traps. Max has to make frequent trips outside for supplies etc.

Bio:Had a comfy life before the epidemic started, after his life had been turned upside down and all his loved ones had been lost he become fild with hatred and rage choosing to stay in the city instead of being evacuated like the others.

Apearence: Short ash blond hair, thin mustache, grey t shirt, black jacket, scuffed up grey jeans and brown boots.

Equipment: A Colt Anaconda and a pump action shotgun he took from his shop.

[Varthonai]

(So, does Neo-Earth still exist? Or do we have to be somewhere else now?)

(Also, is it the same year?)

[Tawl]

(Meep, edits made to the intro to avoid some major confusion. We are all stationed in the same city. Some post have been removed due to edits heavily affecting their character.

Note, you can be one of the mentioned soliders, but not some elite branch agent. You can be a police officer, Homeland Security, or FBI, but you are still a regular person. Should you choose to be a solider you have combat training, but are not invincible.)

Name: Michael Rivers
Age: 26
Occupation: Photojournalist
Appearance: Reasonably good looking with messy brown hair, grey jeans, casual white collared shirt over white undershirt. (Think Henry Townshend-esq. from Silent Hill 4)

Bio: Michael excelled in Media Studies and Analysis during his school years, and this moved onto his study in Journalism and Photography. He's been working as a photo journalist and reporter for the Daily Insider News Corporation for 4 years. He lives in a modest apartment in the centre of town about twenty minutes drive from his work.

Location: Michael's hideout is his apartment on the 7th floor of Eastriver Apartments. It's a modest place, which he has boarded up carefully. It makes do for him alone, but would by no means serve as a holding point for a long period of time.

Equipment: Camera, Cellphone/PDA, Berretta Handgun

[Varthonai]

(Well, poop. There goes all of my character's traumatic serial-killer past, now that the RPG is taking place at the time of the first infestation.)

(Oh well. I'll work out something different... there's more than one way to break an egg, and more than one way to snap a child's fragile mind into psychopathic destruction.)

[Rabbi106]

(I shall begin the RPG now.)

[Day 50, June 13, 2008, 10:31 A.M.]

Dear diary, I have survived for 50 days. The school has still a reasonable amount of food, but I will have to trek out to get more. I also need guns and ammo. After that, I will pray that I survive this horrible plague. I have tuned into my radio every day to hear news. So far, the estimated world death count is 6,325,945,959. And it is growing. Please, let me live. -Ray

I put down my diary. Then, I gathered my things, put my Atom Gauntlet on, and looked out the window. I saw many zombies outside. Scratching at the door, trying to get to me. I flipped open my Zombie Survival Guide. It helped my through many tight spots these 50 days. Now, I will need it more than ever. It said that, eventually, the zombies rot to death in 5-20 years. But that was an impossible thing to wait for. By then, the entire population of earthwould be scratching at my door, I would have my ammo and food exhausted, and I would be helpless. I would just throw myself out of the window.

I decided to wait. I took out my cell phone. I had no calls. Or texts. Then, a voice came out of the radio: TURN YOUR WALKIE-TALKIES TO FREQUENCY 1!

I got my walkie-talkie and turned it to frequency 1. I shouted "Hello? Hello?! HELLO!!!" I waited for a voice.

(Everyone hears that newest radio broadcast.)

[Mattbot]

Max was busy cleaning out his shotgun when he heard the radio anouncement. After hearing the unusual anouncement he rushed for his draw to find his walkie-talkie, he had given up on it after the first few weeks of the infection, he switched imediately to chanel one and to his surprise heard a voice "hello?" he replied into the walkie-talkie.

[TorqueArcher]

(Does my equipment still fit?)

[TorqueArcher]

(OK, but some engineers still use torches. They're called arc welders, and industrial engineers use them and rivet guns to fix things together.)
Name: Archer
Profession: Industrial Engineer/Ex-soldier
Age: 38
Owns: Rivet gun (shoots some sort of bolt), blow-torch(also called arc-welder), and a small pistle.
Appearance: 6 foot 3, Brown hair, jeans, working gloves, his old body armor, and steel toe boots.
Bio: Worked in the military until the day when his squadron's camp was blown up by suicide bombers then decided to quit. He started as an engineer and was quickly put out of a job by zombie raids.
Stats: Very strong from working on his second job(lifting heavy projects), smart, and a marksman with all weapons.

[Tawl]

(Some of you just don't have a clue do you?

1. We are all in the same place, and follow the same timeline.
2. The professions have to be real, or otherwise I'm going to be Spiderman
3. Just a general note, while we can hear news broadcasts, we cannot establish outside contact, although many are trying.

I've deleted the offending posts. This is a good RPG idea and I don't want people mucking it up by being dumb, intentionally or not. So read the first post and follow what is said, or I'll just keep deleting posts.)

Michael squinted down through the lens of the camera, his finger poised over the button. The early morning sun provided a beautiful back light for his photo. The shutter whirred as he took several shots in rapid succession.
"Perfect" he whispered to himself, and stowed the camera in his satchel. He pulled out his water bottle and took a long swig of it. He quickly put the cap back on as he heard the all too familiar groan of zombies down the road. Quietly he replaced his bottle in his bag and tied the strap. Then pushing himself up against the fence he edged closer to the edge. Taking a small hand mirror from his pocket he looked around the side of the fence. He held his breath as the three zombies which he had been photographing walked in his direction.

Keep calm He thought to himself. The most stupid thing he could do in this situation is panic. He had seen many others die very slow and painful deaths for not keeping their head. Keeping as quite as he could he knelt down and picked up his bag, swinging the strap over his shoulder. Checking the mirror again he saw the zombies had moved closer.

Holding his breath he drew his handgun from the back of his belt with his right hand. As he edged his way along the fence further into the alley, the three zombies came lumbering down the road pausing just after the fence line. Michael swallowed, he had never been this close before without running. If only he could get his camera out. Suddenly a bird flew by on the opposite side of the street. As the heads of the three zombie's turned towards the noise Michael broke his position and clambered up the wire fence that covered the alley entrance. As he dropped to the other side he could hear the loud groans of the zombies as they came lurching towards him. They had heard the noise of the crashing wire. Not stopping to try and get a picture Michael ran down the alley. It was time to return to his flat.

[Varthonai]

(2. The professions have to be real, or otherwise I'm going to be Spiderman

(Does that mean I have to give up being a serial killer? I mean, I have a real profession too, I'm a college professor. Like Ted Kaczynski (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unabomber).)

[DataaX]

Tawl has made edits

Name: Jauques Borus
Profession: Soldier
Age: 29
Equipment: M4 Rifle, Desert Eagle

Apperance: Padded Jacket, Soldier's Camouflage, Combat Boots
Location: New York City

Bio: Joined the marines at a young age, in hopes of defending the US from terror and personal glory. He volunteered for the Ground 8 Operation into New York City. He is one of the few survivors of his squad and is now alone and standard in the deserted and hostile city.

(Tawl if anything is wrong tell me)

[Klaykid]

Name: Brian
Age: 27
Profession: Marine a.k.a USMC
Location: Fort Hamilton, located in Brooklyn
Bio: has been left behind during the operation. Had a girlfriend (Alice) but lost her in the uproar of the infection. Is currently looking for Alice. knows how to shoot a rifle, and is a damn well marksman. Has a fear for high places. Family was killed during the infection. has an older brother who lives in Alaska (status unknown).
Appearance: About 6'0 tall, wearing a marines combat uniform (from desert storm), brown eyes with short brown curly hair, an inch long gotee hangs from his chin, tan skin, in top shape(physically).
Equipment: A standard M4 rifle, two extra magazines, a water canteen (half full), combat knife, and is wearing a necklace with a picture of Alice and him inside.

I was sitting on the top floor of an ammunition depo. Tables and chairs made a good barricade from the infected soldiers. Groans of pain echoed the room. The screams of his fellow soldiers dying echoed my head. Then, the HAM radio sitting nearby started to work. After weeks of scilence it started to work! The messege was to turn to freq. 1. I quickly turned the knob on the old piece of crap radio and started to call out "Hello?, is anyone there? Im currently at Fort Hamilton hello?"
I sat on the floor, rifle aimed at the door, and waited for a responce.
I could only hear static,"Hello?.....hell-SSSSSHHHHHH-". Then it was replied by a different voice, but I couldn't make out the words. I started to get desperate. I held up the microphone to my mouth and started to scream "HELLO? HELLO? PLEASE!".

[Tawl]

(Data, I made edits to your character profile so that it fits in with the RPG narrative. All characters are to be in New York City, and if they are soliders they were part of the units in Operation Ground 8. (Exception being if they were not on active duty during the time and just lived in NY) Word of advice is to keep things simple.

Vart, a serial killer is fine, same as if it was a thief or opportunist exploiting the outbreak.

I like your character Klaykid)

[Silitor]

Name: Felix Ardescat
Age: 27
Profession: Amateur Bodyguard (Currently protecting none)
Location: The unknown basement of Eastriver Apartment,(there is a secret way inside) so noone on the block knows it actually exists
Bio: Born in Japan, raised in America, Felix was taught the ways of the sword, and is extremely old-fashioned, his name was given to him by his foster father which his real father had given him to when he passed away. (in his will) he never touched a gun, until turning into a bodyguard, called onto very minor jobs, he finally got a big one, and did it well. He was then caught for a felony, and his company gave him a hidden basement under an apartment, and asked him to lay low before they give him another battle. They would send him supplies and contact him regularly, but they stopped contacting or sending him things day of the outbreak, and thus, Felix knows nothing of the outside world, and is just inside his basement, following orders.
Appearance: Fierce, silver-gray eyes, a somewhat sharp nose, a miniscule mouth, spiky hair which spiked backwards, reaching his neck. wearing a grey T-shirt with no design, and ripped up long pants. He has a slim body and a midly buff physique. 5'8.
Equipment: His trusted sword, Mazara, and a handgun which he has no knowledge whatsoever how to use.

The 50th day of being cut from the outside world took its toll on Felix's Patience. Why is the company leaving me out to dry? he thought angrily. He got up and checked his fridge, it was empty. Felix sighed emptily, and scanned his room. A couch, A fridge, A drawer, A better-than-nothing Bed, and a spoiled Television. He fingered his sword which was on his belt, and took it out. He slid his finger on its blade, and practiced.
An hour later, something inside his drawer rang loudly. Excitement surged through Felix's body, FINALLY! A call! he ran towards the drawer, opened it, and pulled out a walkie-talkie, the walkie-talkie played a very muffled voice "HELLO? HELLO? PLEASE!" Suspicion aroused, Felix decided it was time to get out of this hole and see the outside world, disobeying his orders...

[Klaykid]

It was no use, the HAM radio was trash. "Military, always works", I thought. I looked out the window of the second story and saw little infected. "Hmm, where could they be?", I said. "Then again this may be my only chance". I packed up my M4, an VHF backpack radio, two extra clips,
a combat knife, and I made sure my necklace was on. I took apart the barricade and dashed out the door gunning down the infected in my path.

Ah! The parking lot! Sadly I couldn't see any vehicles that were either working, or not on fire. Well exept one humvee with a 50. cal turret.
"Luck is on my side today!", I said. I quickly jumped through the turret hatch and found that there were to keys. Plus I had no clue on how to hot-wire a car. I looked up to the turret and noticed it had no ammo. "Damn, spoke to soon", I grumbled. Just then I noticed a body laying right beside the humvee with keys in its right hand. I slowly opened the door and reached the keys. I managed to retrieve them when the body sprang up!
It started to scream in my face and wanted to bite me. "Rrr, get, the , fuck, off, ME!" I screamed. The infected was just about to bite my hand when I shoved the barrel of my rifle down its throat, and fired. The infected was torn apart with the might of the carbine.

I have been driving alone for a while and started to get humgry. I stopped by an abandoned supermarket, put on the radio, and walked in with the rifle at point.

[GrandEnder]

Name: Patrick Tathus
Age: 27
Profession: Genetic Bioligist
Location: NY University (If It has one)
Bio: Patrick Tathus is an established prodegy at the University, having spent most of his life studying. During the time he spent in Newyork where the 'infected' were little, he spent much of his time studying infected corpses, even inventing the first section of a genetic pathogen that would eliminate the Solunum Virus.
Appearance: He wears a tattere dlab coat, along with a special set of goggles. The lab coat has numerous blood stains from confrontation witht he zombies. He was blonde hair, blue eyes, and a regular body build.
Equipment: He carries a weak version of the genetic pathogen, and a sort of modified gun that shoots it, retrieved from the science labs. It will destroy the infected, but the pathogen can't pass on to other zombies and kill them all, simply the target.

Tell me If I am accepted.

[Silitor]

After climbing out of his basement, Felix walked out the front door. He looked back at the floor tile which he had just crawled out from. "The company said that if i ever got out, that basement would collapse. So be it. I'm hungry." He then opened the front door, and yawned. When his eyes opened, the truth of the outbreak finally dawned upon him. He scanned the area, there was a sea of.. of... zombies? "Am i dreaming? What the devil is going on?" he thought disbelievingly. He pinched his palm, when he felt pain, he sweared. "Maybe they might not kill. MAYBE they're part of a fair. But i've seen movies like this. and well, they aren't nice. " Just then, he saw a woman running across the street, when an infected human jumped on her and started to bite her neck viciously. She was screaming for someone to help, while Felix just stood there, indifferent.

"Is that real? I'll wait to see."

Sure enough, the infected then proceeded to bite every part of the body, leaving the woman in a blood drenched,grotesque dead body. Felix thought for a moment, then realised it was all real. "Well, if this is really tru-" Just then, a radio on the stairs he was standing on started to say, "Now on Fex News, the zombies are still attacking humans, and everyone is advised to stay indoors. I REPEAT. STAY INDOORS. STAY IN--ZZHHSHSHH- ACK! NO! SHIT! NO! I HAVE A FAM-" And the rest was static.

Felix sighed, then made his way to the nearest supermarket. When the first of the infected made its way to get a bite of Felix, he unsheathed his sword, and in one fluid manoeuvre, beheaded the monster. He then started to break into a run for the supermarket. Easily disposing of any Infected along the way. "Im lucky they aren't walking around in groups, then it'll be harder."

After chocking up 20 kills, he reached the supermarket, his T-shirt and sword drenched in blood.

Walking further into the supermarket, he noticed a few dead infected bodies here and there. When he looked at them closer, he noticed gunholes. "Another person killed them?" He thought. As he walked deeper inside, he saw at a distance, a group of infected closing in on a curly haired person, who was gunning them all down.
"I've gotta help!" He thought. He then ran towards an infected, jumped, and sliced it in half.

[Klaykid]

Infected everywhere! After I moved passed the entrance of the supermarket, hordes of them attacked. Swiftly I gunned them all down with ease. Quiet so far. I walked passed isles and took some food supplys. "Canned food will be safe", I thought. Just then I heard footsteps coming from the outside. But before I could look, more infected jumped for me. I shot one down, then aimed at another.

Click Click Click

"Damn it, im out of rounds!", I said. Before I could reach my extra clips,
the infected jumped for me. "Shit, this is the end", I thought. I closed my eyes and waited for death.

Yet nothing came.

I opened my eyes to a spiky haired man with silver eyes finishing off my attacker. before I could thank him, more infected jumped from the checkout counter and ran for us.

"Time to repay my debt", I said.

[GrandEnder]

Patrick heard the hammer on the barricaded lab doors. He lifted his gun, almost nothing more than a modified garden sprayer. He ran over to the dor, jamming it's end inbetween the lab doors and spraying a small group of infected with the contents, the infected screech, collpasing in heaps of goo. Patrick panted, throwing his gun back onto the lab table, and reaching into a cuboard to grab some crackers. He munched on them, sitting beside his portable radio and listen for anyone, anything.

[Rabbi106]

[Day 50, June 13, 2008, 10:47 A.M.]
I heard many voices from the walkie. I spoke into the walkie-talkie, "Oh, thank god. I'm inside Chapman Elementary School. The school is surrounded by hungry zombies, and I don't have any weapons. Please, help!"

I looked outside the window, and I saw even more zombies. "CRAP!!!!!" I took my Atom Gauntlet, and set it to "Evaporate." I pointed it at a large group of zombies, targeting them with my headpiece. I heard a *ssssssssssssssss*, and saw that a large number of the zombies were gone. I put my atom gauntlet away, and then went away from the window. I tallied off 1 tally mark, for one use of my Gauntlet. I then sat, writing, and waiting for help.

[TorqueArcher]

Archer finished welding shut the only door to a room full of zombies he had tricked into the room. Then he started to leave when he saw a zombie that must have been a large man when it was still alive slowy lumbering toward him. Archer quickly pulled out and loaded his rivet gun with practiced ease, then shot the zombie in the forehead. It droped like a stone, but to make sure it was dead and not just stunned, he stomped its head in. Archer decided this part of town was a bad place to be right now and left to go to his "home" (as he called it).

[Klaykid]

The infected were all finished off, for now.I heard a voice from the radio."Oh, than-ZZZZZZZZZ-inside Chapman Element-ZZZZZZZZZZ- surrounded by hungry zombies-ZZZZZZZZZZ-help!" I was relieved that the radio could atleast pick up the important facts. I looked at the spiky haired man and said "Someone is calling for help at Chapman Elementary, I think, if you wan't to help please follow". I ran for the humvee, then I noticed it was out of gass. So instead I ran on foot.

The elementary school was in sight, the smell of burnt fleash filled the air. I looked around and called out "Hey, is anyone still alive?". I saw the ground was....different. Scarring by some unknown weapon. I proceeded to enter the school, entering the unknown.

[Tawl]

(Slow it down guys, you don't have to run into every other character straight off the bat. Take time to explore, perhaps avoid fighting, and develop your characters a bit)

[GrandEnder]

((Were in a city full of zombies/infected. There is no such thing as a 'break' form fighting))

[Bloodshot]

name: Drake "bloodshot" Mathews

age:29

profession:ex-FBI agent turned theif/proffesional assasin

bio:Became an FBI agent when 20, did it for 5 years then quit and ran away to Canada. Came back 2 years later and the infestation started 2 years after.

apearence:bloody tight black silk dress shirt over FBI uniform, tight-fitting black jeans, black combat boots,black down to the skin mohawk,one white eye with scar one red from FBI experiment,pale skin

location: Brooklyn,NY

equipment:serated razor sharp knife,1 desert eagle,assasin outfit, wakazashi, a special baton(like dare devil's),food,night vision goggles,lighter,surgical mask

INTRODUCTION

(flashback)May 13,2008 friday: It was my 29 birthday, I was just about to blow out the candles and listen to "Happy Birthday" when a women jumped on me and tackled me to the ground. she had rotting grayish green skin. I flung her off and burned her in the face with a lighter. It turned out it was my wife, she had been attacked with a rare virus called solanum, After that, I fell into a dark pit of dispair.(end flash back) I woke up on the roof of a school building, there were birds flying above me, in a circle. I climbed down the fire escape into a window, and shut it. I made my way downstairs and found a spiky haired, short man sitting in front of a window, writing.

[Rabbi106]

I said, "Oh, jesus! Hello! I'm here! It's safe! Climb on the vines on the wall, and through the window! I'm on the second floor, right next to room 236! did you bring weapons? Who are you?"

[Tawl]

((Were in a city full of zombies/infected. There is no such thing as a 'break' form fighting))

(Not necessarily. There are safe rooms/buildings, areas where Zombies are presently not, and running is always an alternative, as well as alternative routes. I'm showing this side through my character who chooses to avoid fighting them as much as he can. Zombies aside, realism is something to keep in touch with, none of the characters here are Rambo, and if they act like him they would get very tired very quickly.

And I'll just say so as to avoid potential confusion, the zombies present are similar to those in Dead Rising/Dawn of the Dead. Slow moving and stupid most of the time, but at night are bloody dangerous and faster.)

[Klaykid]

I see what your saying Tawl lol. Im rushing into things a bit too much.

I entered the school not knowing much about how many of them may be there.
I turned from hallway to hallway untill I hit the gym. The entire school must have hidden out here. I can see hundreds of infected, men, wemon and children. All blood thirsty beasts. I thought to myself,"So many of them, I-I can't do this!". I ran out of the school and into the parking lot. But I had to think. "What about the survivor? I have to save him."

"If I go in there I will surly get infected"
"But I can't just leave him all alone in there"
"Better him than me right?"
"Its not right, everyone has a right to live"
"Am I that stupid to go back in?"

Before I could decide, my body was running. Like it was controled by a puppeteer. I heard a voice call out,"Oh, jesus! Hello! I'm here! It's safe! Climb on the vines on the wall, and through the window! I'm on the second floor, right next to room 236! did you bring weapons? Who are you?". I started to then climb up the vines to save that person. But something strange happened, the vines broke. I fell to the hard concrete below, certain that death was near. The infected children started to aproach me, and I saw the face of Alice. "I-If only, if only we were together" I whispered before I blacked out.

[Silitor]

I had been following Brian all around, he explaining to me the outbreak of solanum and the such. We were heading to an elementary school, to save someone. We had no idea who, but the more people with us, the less chance of us getting killed. When we went inside the school, it was overrun with the infected, deciding it was too dangerous, we retreated to the carpark to regroup. There, i decided to go to the storeroom to see if there was anything useful, while he stayed there.

When i returned however, Brian was lying on the floor, unconcious, a few infected children around him, hungry for his flesh. I ran towards Brian, but a few infected stood in my way. I reached for my sword, but my body did not have the strength to lift it. My body was reaching its limit, after staying indoors for 50 days on nothing but wine and canned food, my body wasnt half as fit as it used to be. I couldn't swing my sword. I had to use the gun. I took it out, and aimed for the zombie. "H-Howdo i use this thing??" I called out to Brian. No response. Crap. I had to save him, but i can't kill these things. How to you use this shit???

I then found a trigger on the pistol, and pulled it. Nothing happened. Oh no. The infected children were closing in on him. I rummaged through my pocket for anything useful, and found the walkie-talkie. I shouted into it frantically, the zombies growing ever closer at an extremely slow rate. "HOW DO YOU USE A GUN?!?" at the rate the infected were going, 30 seconds till the both of us would be bitten.

(By the way, am i allowed to make other people talk in this? Other people's characters?)

[Tawl]

(Ideally you can't control other characters unless you have their permission. If you're having a conversation, you will have to wait for their response.

Also another note, aren't I just full of them. If you choose to meet up with another character. In the present circumstances, it's unlieky you'd leave them alone again afterwards, so be careful if you want to be by yourself for a while like I'm setting myself up to be.)

[Mattbot]

[Day 50, June 13, 2008, 10:48 A.M.]

Max put the walkie-talkie in his pocket and rushed to get some weapons from the shelves "this should be enough" he thought to himself as he cramed them into a sports bag, he slung the bag over his shoulder and holstered a pistol into his belt and loaded a shotgun.

[Day 50, June 13, 2008, 11:12 A.M.]

The trip so far had been an easy one, max had only ran into a few zombies so far which he quickly finished with his shotgun, he was nearing the school so he drew out his walkie-talkie "hello? you still there?".

[GrandEnder]

Patrick began to tune his two-way radio again, sifting through the channels from 1 and up, repeating the same message. "Hello? Is anyone else there?" And then wait for a minute, and continued. He slouched, lying his head down beside the radio to pick up a noise, anything.

[Rabbi106]

I heard voices, shouts from humans. I looked out of the window I had specified, and I saw a few infected children around an unconcious man, and another man with a gun. I heard him shout, "HOW DO I USE A GUN?!?" I shouted out of the window, "Is the safety on?!"

I heard a voice from the walkie. "Hey, I'm still here, but listen. There are two people in trouble by the east wall of the school (the school is facing south)."

Then, I heard footsteps, and my heart suddenly turned into an Olmec head(weightwise). I took my Gauntlet up, turned it to "Liquify", and pointed at the corner which he would turn.

[Bloodshot]

I dodged the blast and said, "What the hell!" The man looked nervous I asked, "what is wrong?"

[GrandEnder]

Patrick heard a voice ont he other end of the radio, somethign about a school. Yes! I've found someone He thought, asking "What school?"

[Rabbi106]

I heard another voice from the walkie asking what school I was in, and spoke into it, "Chapman Elementary." I then turned to the man, and said, "Oh, sorry. You're the first human I've seen in 50 days. It makes one's reflexes switch to 'kill anything in sight' mode." I looked out the window, seeing the two men frozen in their places, then looked at the man next to me. "Stand back, and observe." I took my Gauntlet up, targeted the zombies with my headpiece, set it to "Evaporate," and pressed the button. The zombies vanished in a green mist of zombie gas. I shouted to the men, "Are you ok?"

[Klaykid]

"Uhh"

I could barely open my eyes. Everything was spinning and I could hear voices. The faint voices of...my comrades? Were they trying to save me?
Wow....such good people, to think that I was going to leave that guy in the school. Im such a bad person.

The shock of the impact left me motionless. I couldn't think straight. I reached for my rifle and aimed for any nearby children.

Click Click Click

"Damn it!" I still have'nt realoaded my rifle. One of the little bastards wanted to get a bite out of my leg. I kicked it off. Another one jumped on my face. I tried my hardest to get the thing off, but for somereason it wouldn't let go. I had to think quickly. I took the knife out of its sheath and tried to stab the beast. Then I thought to myself for a split second.

"What have I been doing? These people are still human. just infected. I...can't kill a child. But all those people I gunned down. This is very wrong."

Then I heard my innerself speak to me."Whatever it takes to live"
This messege rang through my head, but it was simple and clear. Like a command a master gives to its servant, I had reacted to this call.

A single tear fell while I stabbed the beast in the head.

[Bloodshot]

I saw one of the zombie children fall over through the window, I knew that that man was having the same feelings I had when I killed my wife
(read intro). Then I watched as the man next to me disintegrated the rest of them. A strange green gas flowed in through the window and as I put on my surgical mask,I shouted, "CLOSE THE DAMN WINDOW!"

[Rabbi106]

"Don't worry," I said, "you won't be infected, but it smells like pig barf and elephant crap mixed together!" I turned to the two outside, and said, "Go up the fire escape! Go to the second floor. I'll meet you there."

[GrandEnder]

As soon as he heard 'Chapmen' Patrick picke dup the radio, jamming it into a bag on the lab room table. He shoved his modified sprayer into it and his laptop, aswell as a canister of the compressed pathogen. He kicked down the lab doors, runnign outside and jumping into his car right outside. He jammed the keys intot he ignition, slammign hard ont he pedal and began his trip the the school.

[Klaykid]

Felix helped finish off the rest of the children. I was relieved that I was going to live another....dreadful day. Atleast its better than being infected. I guess we have no choice but to help out the survivor in the school. I made sure to reaload my rifle, and I cleaned my knife. Felix and I enetered the school once again. Into the dark unknown.

[GrandEnder]

Patrick swirved, blowing an infected into tiny peices with the force of the vehicle. He slammed the break hard as he reached the Chapmen school, honkign the horn long and loud to see if anyone was near.

[Bloodshot]

I soon heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I asked the two men, "What are your names?"

[Klaykid]

Felix and I marched up the stairs and met up with a survivor. he asked us out names and we replied.

"Brian, who are you? Were you the one who was calling out through the window?"

[Bloodshot]

"That was Ray," I said stepping to the side to reveal him, "He also disintegrated the zombies that were attacking you, My name is Drake."

[Klaykid]

"Well its nice to meet you, but seeing that we are in a sh*t hole we should regroup at that car parked outside wildly honking its horn"

[Silitor]

I had been saved. The gun was still a mystery to me, but someone had (thankfully) disintegrated the zombies. Brain and I met up with another survivor Drake, and Brian said that we should go to the parking lot, where a car was wildy honking its horn... I would follow where they went. So i waited for the decision.

[Klaykid]

Felix and I walked to the car. I asked where they were headed. Sadly it wasn't where I wanted to go.

"I last heard from my girlfriend in Queens. Im sorry, but I have to travel alone. I hope someday we can meet up."

I was quite happy to have made friends when the city was in this condition. I left the vehicle alone and walked off, hoping that we will all survive and live to see eachother again.

Alone, I was all alone now. It will be harder with out Felix around, but I don't want any harm to him. Queens has a large population, 2,229,379 to be exact. I had to get some new cloths, the ones I had are covered with blood. I located a store and raided it. With me I changed into some blue jeans with a black t-shirt. I kept my boots. The rifle I had has only 2 clips left including the one thats loaded. My canteen is empty, my knife is still intact. The necklace was safe from harm, no damage to it. And the backpack radio...the backpack radio...damn it. I realised that I had left it behind at the school. Well atleast my buddies have it now. But I still haven't ate anything. And I felt the rumble of my very hungry stomache. I walked untill I spotted a house that was still in good condition.

I slowly entered the house with my rifle at point. Something moved in the shadows. I started to screep my way untill I spottd the figure, a cat. I lowered my gun and petted the cat. Seems like it wasn't harmed during these 50 days. It suddently ran off."Am I that repulsive?" I thought. Or atleast I thought untill I felt the breath of an infected behind me.

[Silitor]

Brian Said he needed to find his girlfriend, and left me, Drake, and Ray... I needed to find out if my company still existed. That was where i owed my life to, that was where everyone i know was. I had nowhere else to go. Unless i go with Drake and Ray. However, i had just met them, and right now, in this world, any human could be a liability, so i ditched them, running away from them, thinking that going to my company alone is a far-fetched story. I always worked better alone, although the circumstance is different now, the two of them din't look very responsible, perhaps it was the fact that the world was as it is that made me cynical, but i decided to leave them, and go on my own, it was stupid, but the less people with me, the less i have to protect... like that woman...(not in bio). It dosen't matter no more. I'm on my own. I've already lost them, I was in the middle of a park, and it seemed to beckon me to sleep. I din't care anymore, I just wanted to sleep... I lay back on a tree to rest, my body relaxed. The world slipped from my vision, and i entered the cool blackness of sleep.

[Varthonai]

(Yeah, I never thought I'd say this, but this RP's moving too fast for me.)

(In fact, I think it's moving too fast for its own good. If it crashes, dies, and gets remade with a few more controls, I might consider rejoining.)

[Klaykid]

(lol)

(You mean posting too fast right? Well not really. Its still day 51 and it hasn't turned to night yet. I still think aslong as people post, it will live.)

[Silitor]

(Shldn't RPG's move fast?)

[TorqueArcher]

(not too fast)

After getting home, Archer looked in his fridge for some thing to eat. It was empty. "Crap," Archer said to himself, "I hate going out to find food." As an afterthought he added, "There is always the old supermarket, It has alot of canned and dried food there". Archer left his small turret guarded(turrets were put in by his engineer friends) house, and got into his truck.

(When I get there, can I say I saw some strange mutant zombie?)

[Tawl]

(Yeah, I never thought I'd say this, but this RP's moving too fast for me.)

(In fact, I think it's moving too fast for its own good. If it crashes, dies, and gets remade with a few more controls, I might consider rejoining.)

(I'm agreeing with Vart here)


(You mean posting too fast right? Well not really. Its still day 51 and it hasn't turned to night yet. I still think aslong as people post, it will live.)

(No, we mean in the sense that too much is happening in too small a time slot. Using my post as reference, all I did was take a photo and walk down an alley in three paragraphs. While on the other hand people are summing up entire fights in two lines, half the players have already decided to meet up for no better reason other than complete coincidence, and again everyone seems to be playing Rambo.

I think this is where the RPG is going to fall flat. If you look at the movie Dawn of the Dead. The characters hole themselves up and try to avoid combat as much as they can and move with distinct purpose. In Dead Rising, all the characters have their own motives, but achieve them very slowly. The narrative in this story is that everyone is meeting and running around in a way you'd expect soldiers to in the opening scene of Saving Private Ryan. As far as running a narrative goes, it doesn't work.

And turrets guarding a house? You've got to be kidding me, really.)

[Silitor]

(Ah... I see what you're saying now Tawl. And i Agree fully. I'll follow suit.thanks for the explanation, completely idiot-proof. )

[GrandEnder]

Patrick began to pull away from the school, realizing that the peopl must have already left or something. Its all very confusing.

[TorqueArcher]

(And turrets guarding a house? You've got to be kidding me, really.)

(It may unconventional, but it creates a "safe" place to develope the character)

[Klaykid]

"Ha" I said. I pulled out my knife from the infecteds head. I had to rethink my strategy. No longer can I run and gun. This was Queens. Hordes of those things will come after me if my fire a round. I took a backpack and filled it up with food and the basic needs for a human. I took from my pocket the last letter I recieved from Alice.

[April 25, 2008]
Dear Brian,

Im doing fine in queens. You should move out of Texas and live with me!
Its kinda getting lonly.

"Oh yeah.", before I was called in for the operation I lived in Texas.

I heard from the news that more and more people are unexpectedly dying. Creepy. I just got a job at LaGuardia airport. All the guys there are total slobs, and I think they like to stare at my ass. Ew! Well visite me sometime, I live in Flushing, see you there!

-Love Alice

I shed a single tear,"I promise, we'll be together again" I whispered. I neatly folded the letter and slid it back in my pocket. I left the house and found a bycicle beside the back door. I took it, like anyone needed it anyway, and rode my way in the direction to Queens.

[TorqueArcher]

On the way to the store, Archer drove past a school and noticed that it was completely devoid of any sign of zombies and ther was a wisp a green smoke in the air high above the school. He thought about checking it out but decided he'd had enough excitement for a while and continued on his way. Besides, he was hungry.

[Silitor]

It had hardly been much of a rest, but Felix was forced to arise when a bunch of zombies were closing in on his position. His body wasn't exactly fit to kill 10 of them, but at least it was enough to cut one and run away. He reached for his Sword and got ready to run for his life. But- There was nothing. He groped his waist frantically in a search for his sword. "Oh no! I've been robbed!" he thought, and reached into his pocket for his handgun- it was still there. Felix sighed in relief. He pulled it out and stuck it to a zombie's head. He pulled the trigger again and nothing happened. Just a click. A expression of complete disbelief strecthed itself over Felix's face. He din't mind killing right now, but his weapon did not respond. The zombies were closing in. He couldn't fight them with his bare hands! He was still quite tired really. Cornered, He turned around, and saw that the tree behind him was easy to climb, and he did so, with great ease. This would buy him some time.

The zombies were now groping the tree helplessly, trying to catch their prey, their mouths were watering, and they tried helplessly to climb the tree but kept falling onto each other, however, the tree was about to fall. Felix had not much time. Dumb as they may be, they still had their hunger for flesh to make up for it. he stared at the gun. "If.. If i could just figure out how to use this confounded contraption... then i could escape. I think these things respond to sound...And right now, i don't want to fight. I just want to get away, and be safe. I should've have just stayed in that basement... sigh."He thought. "Wait. the man before said something about the safety of this gun... what could he mean?" he examined the gun once more, and saw another switch on the gun. he flipped it, and there was a hopeful click.

"Ah! Does this mean i can shoot now?" He pointed the gun to one of the zombies groping the tree, and fired. There was a loud bang. and the next second a large section of the zombie's head blew apart, the blood splattering over Felix's face. At first, a burst of exictement surged through his veins, and he felt alive again, then he looked at his blood-drenched hands. "Wha-what have i done...? I'm a Monster.... I find enjoyment in killing.. humans. Infected they may be. inside they are essentially humans. damn. I hate myself right now. Maybe if they just killed me right now... then it would be better." He thought despairingly, and stuffed his gun back into his pocket, and lied down on the tree once again.

He just wanted to die. Then, a voice in his head talked,

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? You're HOPELESS! Five years ago you were killing people without looking back at their corpses. After that incident when you accidentally killed your fiance, you've turned soft. IF YOU WANT TO ATONE FOR THE SIN YOU COMMITTED, YOU BETTER GET YOUR REAR INTO GEAR AND FIND A CURE FOR THIS THING! AND DON'T DIE!"

It was probably just his conscience, but it was right. He still had to live. To atone for his past sin. He needed to live, and a small flame which lay dead in his heart burned with new fervour. He knew what he had to do. He set his sights on his old bodyguard company, to find answers, and maybe some comfort. But right now, his main concern was to rest, his body was reaching its limit. Desperate, he ran for the end of the branch he was on, and jumped. he leapt into the sky, and saw many many infected below, this was a stupid idea, but at least it was better than waiting for death.

He landed on an empty patch of road and rolled. He winced as excruciating pain stung his left ankle. He gripped it tightly, but there was no time to stop. The run-down, and slightly demolished single-storey building in front of him was empty. He got up, and dived through its door and rolled again. Inside he saw a few infected, and as they returned his glance, stood up and started walking towards him, teeth ready to sink into flesh. He looked around for something to kill them with, and found a pipe. When they drew close, he swiped all their heads off with all his strength, and all four of them were beheaded instantly, leaving nothing but a body with no head, blood spurting out like a fountain. His mind set its sight on the next objective, blocking the only entrance.

He saw inside a few tables and chairs, quickly, before more come in, he thought, he carried tables, stacking them on each other, blocking out the entrance, along with the sunlight. When he was done, The room was pitch black. There was no source of light. He would have to stay inside for a day. He groped around for a wall to rest on, and instead tripped on a pair of sticks, Using them for a fire. As the fire roared, Felix looked into it, and it seemed to have a hypnotic affect on him, as it serenly flickered left and right, so did his tired mind. Like a child on a swing. His body was now not responding, his jump, duck and cover, followed by a killing, then having to construct a barricade, made his body more tired than ever.. He had no more worries for now... He could just sleep...

[Lix]

New to the forum and text RPG. Can I join in? Got a bit of creativity buzzing ever since I read this thread.

[Bloodshot]

(I'm pretty sure just clarify it with rabbi. also put out-of-game things in perenthises.)

[GrandEnder]

(What is archer driving?)

[Klaykid]

I rode the bike passed streets and highways, empty houses and the dead. Im greatful that it was still daylight, I started to remember a refugee camp that was forgotten.

(flash back)
Fort Hamilton, not a refugee camp. I walked passed dozens of hungry soldiers,it was night, we were all fucked. I found my friend Samuel. "Hey Sam, you got anything yet?" I asked. Samuel was on a radio trying to contact command. Sadly, only static replied. "Millitary" said Samuel, "Always works". I laughted inside and walked to the refugees. "Hey, you guys doing ok?" I asked one man. "Hey man, we gotta get outa here! Its night!...their coming!...."
I passed his words of warnings as words of hunger. The command left us here, we have no food left, the vehicles were all out of gas exept one humvee, and the soldiers were getting restless. I just noticed that my rifle was out of ammunition. Then, the screams of the infected echoed the camp. All the soldiers got to their ready positions. The camp was enclosed in like a sand box. No way in, one way out. Samuel and I ran to the ammo depo, Samuel was carrying the radio. We got to the top floor and made a barricade out of tables and chairs. We both looked out of the window. Yet nothing happened, the place was not being attacked. Samuel took some keys and started to walk out of the depo while saying "Im going to use that humvee, and we'll leave this place."

I looked out the window and saw Samuel walk to the humvee and stop, he then looked around like he heard something. Then from out of the bushed an infected jumped out and bit his neck. Dozens of infected, jumping around twenty feet high, jumped from the putside and into the base. Samuel was gone now, five infected feased on him. I covered my mouth to keep myself from yelling. Soldiers were being infected left and right. Refugees were boxed in, they were doomed anyway. Then in an instant, it got scilent. "What the hell?" I thought. Then I heard the pounding foot steps of the infected running up the stairs. I grabbed an M4 and some clips. Realoaded my rifle and gotten ready for the rush.
(end)

I found the apartment Alice stayed at as she mentioned before, Barclay Plaza.

[Tawl]

(Just a friednly reminder to some that you are ordinary people, so do avoid most gunghomanship, as it's likely something you wouldn't do in the situation)

Michael closed the door of the stairwell behind him and slid the door chain into place. He walked down the hall, passing the other three apartment doors. He was the only person who was still in the building, at least to his knowledge. When he had opened the locks in the other three flats there had been no signs of life.
"Or undead life for that matter." He added to himself with a hint of dry wit.
He removed his keys from his short pocket and proceeded to unlock each of the three locks he had installed on his door. Around the thirty-second day of the outbreak he had brokwn into a hardware store and stolen many different kinds of locks. The ones he hadn't broken or dismantled he had installed on his flat door and the door in the stairwell. His first looting, but not his last.

He opened the door to his apartment and gave a quick glance down the empty hall, his eyse finally falling on the closed steel doors of the elevator. It hadn't worked since the outbreak and Michael had never tried to figure out why. It was always something that he had intended to do, but always pushed the thought away in favour of something else. At least while it didn't work there was one less way onto his floor. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, being careful to twist each lock back into place. Finally he attached to door chain, and slid the deadbolt into place.

[TorqueArcher]

(What is archer driving?)

(A truck. If you want to be more specific, a Dodge Ram. Does 1 minor fight count as Gung-Ho?)

[Killervirus]

(Seems interesting enough.)

Name:
-Greg Robbes. (Nicknamed Greggie by friends.)

Age:
-39

Job:
- Soldier.

Bio:
Born in London.
His school career being a living hell, Greg quitted school at the age of 18. For 3 years, he just wandered around, doing occasional jobs. He met his future wife, Lisa Cummings, as a client in the hotel he was working in. Since then, things finnaly went well for Greg. He fell in love and got a job at an office. When he was 23, he married her and lived happily for six years, and got two twin boys.
But the office Greg worked at went faillite, and he was forced to search another job as the bills piled up.
They moved to America, and Greg joined the army. For ten year, all went well, until he was one of the chosen soldiers to join that operation in New York.
Unfortunatly, his buddies, thinking him dead, left without him and his best friend Colm Duggan.
They quickly fled, seeking for a shelter, but right then, a falling rock hitted Colm on the head. They continued searching, but when they found an appropriate place, Colm died from internal bleeding.
Now, 18 days later, greg is still hiding inside the old bakery, with his best friend's body rotting a few meters away.
He's to scared to go out, much less bury his death friend.

Location:
- Abandonned bakery. He has enough provisions for a few days, but he's running low on water, because the canalisation under the bakery is defect, and he's to scared to go out.

Appearance:
- Brown hair.
- Green / brown eyes.
- Not so tall.
- Pale skin.
- Last 18 days messed him up badly.

Equipment:
- A M16A4 (Three-round burst rifle.)
- Combat shotgun (Few slugs left.)
- Old book, wich he uses as diary.
- Electric lamp.
- Bottle of beer.

(Intro's for later, havn't got much inspiration now.)

[Klaykid]

Room 206, the one that Alice was staying at. I slowly opened the door and called out "Hello?". The room was a mess, furniture was over turn or ripped apart, the paint on the wall cracked and crumbled off to revel the rotten wood underneath. Pictures of Alice and I were broken and dusty. The room was dark but the sunlight brightened just a little. The lights didn't work, nor any electricity within a square mile. I walked to a desk with a note lying on it.

[April 30, 2008. 4:00pm]

Dear Brian,

If you found this, then that means that I have moved far away from Queens. The city is infested, whatever that means. I will be at the airport. June 19, I will leave on a flight to Alaska. They say the infection couldn't survive the cold. Well, much love. Oh and...

The letter was ripped. I got angry. "Wait, that was yesterday. Ugh, why?"
Christ she could be in Alaska already. Well atleast she is safe, and my bro is safe too.

I rode to the airport she worked at, to check on the status of the flight. Not surprisingly the airport was filled with the infected that couldn't make the journey out. I sneaked passed the entrance, terminal and security. The way to the watchtower was clear. I ran outside passed planes that were crahsed apon the road and one that was halfway into the building itself.

In the tower was a monitor that had the status of the flights. I remember a list of names aboared any flight. I found alices and apperently she was on a Boeing 747 named United 87. I searched for the plane status for United 87, and found it. What horrified me was that it read "crashed" around the Newyork/New Jesery boarder. I sighed and waited on the tower to once again, figure out how I am supposed to get to Alice.

[TorqueArcher]

(If it crashed on the border, where do you bury the surviors?)

[Klaykid]

(Who needs to bury the...wait...I don't think you would bury survivors)

[TorqueArcher]

(almost gotcha xD)

[Klaykid]

(lol)

[castlemanic]

Name:Aaron Miller
Age: 35
Profession: rocket scientist
Location: in the basement where the breakout of the virus reached last in New York.
Bio: a famous rocket scientist in his hometown, has finally completed jet boots project, jet boots still in test phase, not comfortable with using jet boots, uses them in emergency situations only (as they are still in test phase), no ability in combat, finally learned how to use sub-machinegun
Appearance: black hair, white lab coat, under labcoat white shirt and black pants
Equipment: jet boots (with permission from Rabbi), solar powered charger for jet boots batteries (with permission from Rabbi a sub-machinegun (picked up from a fallen soldier), ammo for sub-machine gun, backpack to carry supplies (mainly ammo, food, water and solar charger)

introduction

he came running down the stairs zombies are here again, time to move he ran to get his backpack, he always wore his jetboots now, and kept holding his gun on his belt.

CRASHH, the zombies had finally broken in, he had spotted them a couple of days earlier, most of the city left with emergency evac, he was one of the unlucky to miss the transport, but he was luck he wore his jet boots that day, luckily they were charged that day, today they werent charged tho. he was the only survivor from the evac raid. hi picked up his backpack, grabbed the jetboot charger and batteries, stuffed them in the bag.

he came running up the farther stairs, as the zombies just came in the closer ones, he left the house running, found an abandoned bike and rode it, adrenaline pumping, he manages to ride out of the city, it was small way to go out of the city but he wasnt fit atleast ill be fit after this he got off the bike and got to a tree "how long can i last out here?" he said aloud, and decided to start charging the jet boot batteries again, he would have to wait all day for the batteries to charge, unluckly it was night time two hours later, he decided to find another area, after getting a couple of hours rest decided to ride his bike slower as to conserve his energy and his supplies of food and water.

[Silitor]

(When IS night going to come? If i recall Rabbi is the only one can make it night, and my character won't wake up until it's night time.... I think we've had enough events one day, to be frank.)

[castlemanic]

(my night time doesnt count, its an intro, this is before many of the other events have happened, and the jet boots cant travel far, nothing like travelling from new york to england, maximum across new york only once, and besides, ill catch up to some of the other people, waiting for a chance to join the rest or find somebody who needs help)

[Klaykid]

I continued on riding, riding, riding passed horrors and infected. The city streets that were once a busy intersection now is a waste land. The screams stopped, apperently that was a bad sign showing that the infected were infecting the survivors. As I rode I thought to myself about how this epidemic, possibly a pandemic, was started. I was just one of countless soldiers left behind. I sighed to myself, all soldiers were expendable. It was a long way to the crash sight, a very long way. I was slightly angry, but kept on riding.

[RMERRITT]

is it too late to join

[RMERRITT]

Name:Jeff Flynn
Age:27
Profession:Unemployed

Location:Roaming the streets sleeping in abandoned buildings at night.

Bio: Served in the Marines during the gulf war. Has been staying with a friend from his squad ever since then.

Appearance: 6'2" short black hair clean shaved face. wears old combat boots Blue jeans and short sleeved green shirt

equipment: Browning 9mm pistol 38 rounds of ammunition scavenged canned goods and three bottles of water

[Tyemdi]

Name: Kenny
Age: 25
Profession: Engineer
Bio: Had a job as an engineer once until the zombies emerged. He is now roaming through the streets, trying to survive.
Appearance: Black hair, brown eyes. Thin and tall.
Equipment: Tools and a hunting rifle.
Current location: In a seemingly deserted city, walking around.

[castlemanic]

as Aaron miller was passing a city, he heard screams, his jet boots were fully charged so he left his bike where he thought the zombies couldnt reach and ran towars the screams, holding his gun, he started to doubt his ability to fight zombies, all he had done so far was run away, he wasnt a soldier, he could not use a gun the way many others could, he was a coward, but people were dying, and only he was there to help, as he rushed on, now with new hope of not being alone, and with the thought of helping others from the zombie infestation

as he reached the begining of the city, the screams stopped, there was a deathly silence, too late he thought to himself, he decided to check in the city just incase anyone had survived, he still had his jet boots, and it was a good thing that the battery was only used up when he used the jet boots and not in stand by.

as he entered the city, hesaw the undead slowly walking towards him, blood dripping from their mouths, they have just finished feeding off a few of the survivors

he couldnt stand it, they had taken lives, and he could avenge them now, he took his gun, aimed at the zombies and started firing
"DDDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE E!!!!!!!!!"
the zombies kept charging, he didnt know what to do, he had shot them all, but they didnt die, didnt fall down, he then remembered what a soldier at the evac point had said to him

*FLASHBACK*

guns were being fired in the background, many screams and shouts of horror, amongst soldiers in line firing at the zombies

"their not stopping, what are we gonna do"
"aim at their heads, we just recieved word from another evac point that thats the only way to kill them" yelled the sargeant
"i dont understand, what.." asked miller
"their heads are their weak spot, they can take any hits apart from those to the head, our reserches say that a way of handling the virus would be.."
"LOOK OUT" Aaron yelled, as a zombie climbed on top of the soldier and took a bite out of his neck, Aaron kicked at the zombie but it wouldnt move, then Aaron aimed one of his jetboots at the zombie and ignitioned it to fire, as the thrust of the jetboot sent both the zombie and Aaron flying backwards, Aaron then looked at the headless zombie he had just killed and ran towards the soldier, bleeding heavily
"take my gun, use it to protect yourself"
"no wait, dont.." another zombie charged and the soldier shot it in the head
"im infected now, take my gun, and use it to protect yourself and any others" the soldier aimed the gun at his head
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

*END OF FLASHBACK*

with new hope, he aimed at a zombies head, and fired, it dropped to the ground with a bloody squashing sound, he aimed at another one, fired and aimed at the next one, he only took out five zombies when the magazine finished, he didnt have time to reload and, igniting his jetboots, shot off into the air, almost losing control but regaining it in time to fly towards his bike, as he reached his bike, he lowered the thrust and landed with a heavy thump, hurting his leg, he still didnt have full control of his jet boots atleast the jet boots can take me far enough, need to find somewhere to work on it he reloaded his submachine gun, grabbed his bicycle and started to walk with a limp, "ill ride when my leg gets better" he said to himself, his only company, as he walked off he was unnoticed by a survivor riding past the city who had heard the screams die out, the survivors name was brian

[Klaykid]

I rode thinking about what will happen when I find Alice. Just then I heard gunfire. Inorder to look in its direction I turned my head for a split second, and my bike hit a rock. I tumbled to the ground over rocks and shrubs. The bike was not so lucky, it was torn in half as it hit a tree. "Fuck!" I screamed. I reached for my rifle and my personal belongings.

[RMERRITT]

I had finally reached my first destination my friend who was a marine in Vetnam i knew he had guns and ammunition in his house. The door wasnt barricaded in fact it was wide open as soon as i stepped into the house i saw an infected standing at the base of the stairs. I leveled my pistolwith its head and fired a round through its forehead. it wasnt him it was just another zombie i ran upstairs and there was a trail of blood leading into his bathroom the door was shut. I decided not to look the less of these things i have to kill the better.i went into his bedroom and looked all over the place he had an M-14 rifle and a few boxes of ammo and two spare magazinesi picked up the rifle and loaded the ammunition into my backpack. there was nothing else for me to take from that place. now that im properly armed i can look for other survivors.

[castlemanic]

Aaron continued limping on, suddelny reaching a spot where there was a bike torn in half someone was here recently with new hope he looked around the tree, but finding no one, decided to call out to anyone near by, but he didnt want to attract zombies, so he aimed up in the air, fired, and called out to anyone near by and fired again to ward off zombies.

[Bloodshot]

as Aaron miller was passing a city, he heard screams, his jet boots were fully charged so he left his bike where he thought the zombies couldnt reach and ran towars the screams, holding his gun, he started to doubt his ability to fight zombies, all he had done so far was run away, he wasnt a soldier, he could not use a gun the way many others could, he was a coward, but people were dying, and only he was there to help, as he rushed on, now with new hope of not being alone, and with the thought of helping others from the zombie infestation

as he reached the begining of the city, the screams stopped, there was a deathly silence, too late he thought to himself, he decided to check in the city just incase anyone had survived, he still had his jet boots, and it was a good thing that the battery was only used up when he used the jet boots and not in stand by.

as he entered the city, hesaw the undead slowly walking towards him, blood dripping from their mouths, they have just finished feeding off a few of the survivors

he couldnt stand it, they had taken lives, and he could avenge them now, he took his gun, aimed at the zombies and started firing
"DDDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE E!!!!!!!!!"
the zombies kept charging, he didnt know what to do, he had shot them all, but they didnt die, didnt fall down, he then remembered what a soldier at the evac point had said to him

*FLASHBACK*

guns were being fired in the background, many screams and shouts of horror, amongst soldiers in line firing at the zombies

"their not stopping, what are we gonna do"
"aim at their heads, we just recieved word from another evac point that thats the only way to kill them" yelled the sargeant
"i dont understand, what.." asked miller
"their heads are their weak spot, they can take any hits apart from those to the head, our reserches say that a way of handling the virus would be.."
"LOOK OUT" Aaron yelled, as a zombie climbed on top of the soldier and took a bite out of his neck, Aaron kicked at the zombie but it wouldnt move, then Aaron aimed one of his jetboots at the zombie and ignitioned it to fire, as the thrust of the jetboot sent both the zombie and Aaron flying backwards, Aaron then looked at the headless zombie he had just killed and ran towards the soldier, bleeding heavily
"take my gun, use it to protect yourself"
"no wait, dont.." another zombie charged and the soldier shot it in the head
"im infected now, take my gun, and use it to protect yourself and any others" the soldier aimed the gun at his head
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

*END OF FLASHBACK*

with new hope, he aimed at a zombies head, and fired, it dropped to the ground with a bloody squashing sound, he aimed at another one, fired and aimed at the next one, he only took out five zombies when the magazine finished, he didnt have time to reload and, igniting his jetboots, shot off into the air, almost losing control but regaining it in time to fly towards his bike, as he reached his bike, he lowered the thrust and landed with a heavy thump, hurting his leg, he still didnt have full control of his jet boots atleast the jet boots can take me far enough, need to find somewhere to work on it he reloaded his submachine gun, grabbed his bicycle and started to walk with a limp, "ill ride when my leg gets better" he said to himself, his only company, as he walked off he was unnoticed by a survivor riding past the city who had heard the screams die out, the survivors name was brian

(did i miss somthing)

[castlemanic]

(no, that was my second post, theres a big jump between my first post and my second post, my first post was weeks before rabbi started his first post, my second post is the 50th day of survival or whenever the current day is set, i based my second post after klaykids post after passing a city when he heard screams, i heard those screams too, so i went to the city, by the time i arrived the screams stoppd, kalykids character was still quite a while away, did that explain it bloodshot?)

[Klaykid]

(Castle and bloodshot, don't forget to use () when typing something that is not apart of the rpg.)

[castlemanic]

(noted and edited)

[Klaykid]

Ah, the crash site...t-t-the crash site...my god. Bodys of the passengers lay on the ground, the plane was torn if half, fires were burning what was left of the pilot's cabin. I ran inside the plane. I ran passed first class into coach. There, my girlfriend lay. I cried a little as I approached her. Alice slowly opened her eyes, tears ran from her's. "Alice, don't w-worry. I-I-Im here, its going to be ok! Its all going to be ok."

"Oh...Brian...*cough*....no....no...no matter what happenes...I'll always love you..." Alice closed her eyes slowly as the last tear ran down her face. I started to cry uncontrollably. "Don't say that....don't say that...please don't say that..." Infected started to walk out of the crashed planes backside. Probably an infected man was onboard. I felt my heart beat, faster, harder. I could feel the adrenaline pumping into my bloodstream. My muscles tensed as a hellish rage engulfed my mind. I reached for my rifle and swung it at the nearest infected. I pulled the trigger forgetting about moral of killing another human being. Just as if the would didn't exist, just as if it all doesn't matter anymore. I hate drove me to the point of madness. I fired all of my rounds of both magazines into the remaining infected. One was left. I looked to my right and there sat a hatchet for emergency. I swung it with all my might, cutting the head off of the infected. Blood poured from its wound. I started to hack the body, hacking, hacking untill my mind went blank. I dropped the hatchet and fell to the ground, crying.

[castlemanic]

Aaron started to move again, seeing as their was no reply apart from the endless moans of zombies he unwantingly attracted, he started to move again, heading away from the border, where zombies seemed to be coming from, he decided try to go around that point and find another point on the same border, he couldnt fly as he jet boots needed time to reboot their systems after every flight, and with the heay landing he had, it might take even longer need to get supplies for the jetboots, then i might get out of here he hurried along, riding his bike after his leg felt better, and left the hungry crowd of zombies staring hopelessly in his direction

(funny thought, why in movies do the characters SLOWLY back away from zombies, of course the zombies are gonna catch up, waddya think? id run, what about u guys?)

[Klaykid]

I picked up the hatchet, and started to wable back into the city. Everything seemed hopeless. "Whats the point in living without love?" I thought. I staggered in a drunken manor twords what seems to be infected. I clung on to the hatched tight and ran for the horde. A man that looked like a scientist with a lab coat rid past me, he stared at me and I grined back. The kind of grin where you know sh*t will go down.

I spotted the horde, and ran straight into the middle. The infected spewed blood allover me, but that didn't stop me. I hacked off heads and limbs straight through. One tried to bite my arm, so I kicked it in its testicles. The infected groaned in pain as I chopped it down. Atleast some humanity was left in them. I cut straight through the middle and ran for it.

I stopped at a house that was completly abandoned. I felt pain coming from my finger. Sh*t. My finger was bit. I ran twords the kitchen, I took a piece of a dish cloth and wrapped it around my wrist. After I cleaned the hatched with bleach, I swung it twords my ringfinger. I clenched my teeth hard. I wrapped the nub of a finger that I cleaned out the open wound with some liquor I found and wrapped the nub.

[TorqueArcher]

(painful)

(@ Castle: *runs away quickly and leaves Castle with the zombies*)

[RMERRITT]

I needed to find another human being or i was going to go insane i found a nearby bench and sat down and listened. No more than five seconds after i sat down i heard a series of shots from across the city. I got up and started running toward the noise. i turned the corner and stopped, i was looking at an old military road block. There were no weapons no ammunition nothing the soldiers must have fled when the infected got too close i didnt care so much about ammo it was food and water.

While i was going toward the gunshots i wondered about whoever was shooting. What if the persons dead already? Id be wasting my time if that was the case. Maybe i should stop running and think this through more thoroughly. I stopped and sat on the curb. I decided not to go any further for now.

[castlemanic]

(@torque: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL, yeah run away, you *munch* AH, MY LEG!)

(crap didnt read ur post carefully klaykid)

As Aaron rode on towards an airplane crash, he passed a man with a hatchet chargin at zombies, the man smiled at him, the really creepy ones, Aaron decided it would be safe to keep a distance, but help if he had to, Aaron waited in the nearby brush until the guy finally started to leave the area Aaron followed him, at a distance of course, through the woods until he followed the man to a big dull warehouse probably used for millitary or storage, where the man entered, he looked around as zombies started coming from the direction of the plane, Aaron parked his bike outside the ware house door, took up his gun and fired at the zombies heads, he had killed about thirty of the zombies before his ammo was out, he then entered the warehouse where the man with the hatchet almost cut his head off

"wait chill dude, im not infected"

[Lucky Joe]

(I know it is late but could i still join?)

[castlemanic]

(i dont think its too late to join, but you need to pm rabbi if you want to join, he will let u know if u can or cant join)

[Lucky Joe]

(ok thank you, I have a really good character idea, and i wanted to join)

[Silitor]

(This RPG is once again moving waaaay too fast...)

[castlemanic]

(not really, its still early in the day, only a couple of hours have passed, plus me and klay kid both have bikes so its not really moving too fast, its just too characters meeing up)

[Silitor]

(As in-- The posts move too fast, it's just jumping from point to point, where's the description?)

[castlemanic]

(ah ok noted, ill edit my posts for more detail)

[XdbX]

Name: John T House
Age: 26
Profession: soft ware tester (this is a job. They test soft ware and if there are bug in it they send it back to the coders.)
Location: unstable building that he has made A safe house. little does he know that there will be zombies coming to try to eat him in 100 post. or less.
Bio: after some time in collage he went to become a tester. He was on year 2 and got a raise. he was making now 60,000 year. it was more like 63,230 yearly but you under stand. any ways he was playing golf when the first zombie wave came. he still has the golf club.
Appearance: Black hair, blue eyes. has a t shirt on with a button up shirt over that. and a pack on his back. i like to call it. The back pack.
Equipment: Golf club (he like playing golf.) laptop. hand held. CD pack case, A backpack. and charger for both his hand held and laptop
(players note: Ok first off i would like to say i hope you all like my profile.
next is that i hope to be able to play this slow. My guy will not be fighting zombies for a i hope 10 post at least. It will be more. what he has to do and talking what a around him. basically I am going to try to slow down the RP with my slow post.)

[Lucky Joe]

(I know it is late but could i still join? If I can join I already have everything down)

Name: John McCairth

Age: 30

Profession: Ex-Cop, went into the Military 5 Years before the Infection
Dropped out on the 5th year 3 months before the Infection due to family problems (had something to do with the Infection)

Bio: John McCarith was born as a poor, orphine child. Had no friends, no family, no money, no shelter. When he was young he had to help out some Drug Dealers deal with Deals, Problems, and many other things. When John was only 10 he had already stolen $4,000 of mechinedise from stores. When he was 13 he was convicted of all the crimes. His own foster father (A drug dealer) said "My son is a maniac! I would not be surprised if he had commited murder!" Right when his father said that, John yelled "Shut up! Your the one that deals drugs, smokes, drinks, murders, and abuses me!" The judge was astonished at what John had said.

The Judge had sentanced John for 5 years in juviee and sent his father for Life for multipul accounts of murder, child abuse, drug dealing, ileagle posion of drugs, and much more.

When John finaly got out of juviee, when he was 18, he had already cleaned up his acts. He was ready to start a new life. Walking out the gate of the juviee, the warm, summer sun shineing on his face, he said to himself "I am ready, ready to start a new life." As he ran down to the Car where his new foster parents were ready to pick him up.

When he was finaly 21, he had joined the NYPD to help clean up some of the scum that was cluttering the streets. He had helped put away 180 crimanls. When he had left the police force at age 25, he was already a Sargent of the New York S.W.A.T. and ahd been given 3 medals.

He left to join the Military right away. Training for 3 months, the Sargent saw his potential and had sent him with the Special Forces, in which he had served 3 years in Iraq under the American Special Froces, Then 1 year in the British Spec Ops, the 6 more months in the American Special Forces.

Now at age 30, one of his foster family members had caught some sort of virus, so he had to leave the Military, 3 months before the entire infection.

When he heard about weird outbrakes happening in America. He had investigated one what had happened. When he was done searching for 3 months, he had saw a man attack a woman. He ran over to him and yelled "Hey! What are you doing to her?!" when he had punched the man, he turned around and had completely white eyes, He had twisted limbs and blood all over him, and the girl had big bite marks in her flesh. John new that there was something wrong. He had stabbed the Zombie in the face with his pocket Knife. The zombie keep walking. He knew that he had to stop this. He had grabbed a trash can and slammed it across the zombies face, killing it. John has said to himself "What the hell?! What is happenin?!" He had ran to his house to grab 4 weapons, A Desert Eagle, a Bowie Knife, a M4A1 (from the military, they let him keep it) and another Bowie Knife.
He had defend himself for 15 days. Until he ran out of ammo, he ran over to the ammo shop, raiding it of all ammo and guns he could carry (He had gotten a Shotgun, a Glock, ammo for the glock, shotgun, m4a1, and Desert Eagle.)

He had ran to the only safe spot he knew that he could fend off for a while, Yankees Stadium.

Location: Yankees Stadium, Hidden away in the Nose Bleed sections (high up)

Appearance: Blue jeans, Brown Hair, plain Grey Shirt, Blue eyes, Very Strong, can tell what John looks like because he had spent over 5 years in Iraq.

Equipment: Desert Eagle, M4A1, Glock, (kept at base) Shotgun (kept at base)

[Lucky Joe]

(INTRO)

Running down the street. John notices a girl hiding behind a wall. "Hello, whats your name?" John ask, the girl cowers in fear. "Hello?" John says again. The girl yells "Behind you!" as a zombie was about to bite John. John quickly pulls out his bowie knife and stabs it into the zombie, he then shoots his Desert Eagle to the zombies forehead, killing it. "Who are you?" the girl says, "My name is John McCarith, who are you?" "Thats not important right now." The girl says, "Alright, well your going to need to defend yourself, so...here" John gives the girl the Glock he had found. "Take this, ammo is usally around in the gun store, here is some ammo, use it wisely". "All right."

John walks to his hideout at Yankees Stadium, until he is surronded by zombies. He shoots on of them, it keeps walking, he shoots it again, it keeps walking, he wastes an entire clip on the zombie and now its dead. Having only 14 shots left for his Desert Eagle, and 20 zombies comeing at him. He shoots one in the fore head and runs. He runs into an ally, thinking it was a short cut, he is wrong. Now in a dead end ally, zombies already walking in, he has no choice but to use the radio, "Hello?! Hello! Some one! Come find me! Im in an ally on 142 Brooklen Street! I Repeat! 142 Brooklen Street!"

He has no choice but to fight.

[XdbX]

I had just hammed in the last nail to keep the door closed. I look out side the window and saw the was a fire escape.

I took out my hand help and started playing cards.
I was wining with over 500$ on Solitaire, Vegas, 3 cards, cumulative score,
after some time I head some thing out side the room. they were here.
after about 15 minutes i could not take and went crazy.
I toke out my laptop. at on the window as if it was a chair and started acting like i was at work. after some time the zombies got to me in my craz state.

"SHUT THE FRACK UP"

I yelled. I went back to testing the software.
(I will add more to this post later. I need to see if there any way there a network and internet still in the city and if it ok with the GM if i do something. it will be sort of funny:biggrin5:)

[castlemanic]

(anyone know where rabbi went?)

(Klaykid, my next post depends on u)

[XdbX]

For a few seconds i became sane again. but i heard the zombie then i went right back to insane. i pulled out my CD case and got a my best zombie movie. (get the joke. :) )

"SHUT THE FRACK UP."

"DID YOU HEAR ME. S-H-U-T T-H-E F-R-A-K U-P"

then rushing to the door i started taking the blanks that were blocking the door away, when there was only one left i became sane again i feared for my life. garbing my stuff i made it to the window. that when i heard the door being forced open. the only thing i could think of was jump to the fire escape. lucky i did two. A zombie o most got my foot. any way i started climbing to the fraking roof...

[Lucky Joe]

Knifeing zombies that came my way, I saw a man climbing up to the roof, with zombie on top of the roof. I shot at the zombie but missed, ended up hitting the ladder right next to the man (XdbX) He fell down and landed in a near by dumpster. I ran over to him, killing a few zombies on my way.

[XdbX]

(Lucky Joe you can't really do that. You can't control what other users do.
I mean you can't say what happened to my guy in less you ether one you PMed me or two I already said that happened. Or if you A game master. Now I was trying to keep my guy from fighting but because I am nice I will follow what you set down for my guy. Just let me think)

"What the frack was that"
I said looking at my hand i saw they were black.
looking up from where i had fallen i saw why. some one lined the ladder with oil. I have fallen and was lucky to be alive.

"Frack" i said again.

then started saying

"fracking frack on frack"

picking up my bag still saying

"holy fracker on facking drugs"

see some one running i pick up my go;f club not to kill him but just for the zombies. looking around then saying "FRACK"

[Lucky Joe]

(oh, sorry, i thought it would be some sort of twist in the stroy plot, sorry, im still new to this.)

[XdbX]

(I know I am just saying. the sooner you learn the rules the better. sorry no link the mods are putting up some stuff now.)

[Klaykid]

(Sorry but I wan't to travel alone now, all of my posts is probably the reason why this rpg is moving so fast. So im going to start to go in detail)

My hand was burning, burning like hell itself. I heard something try to come in so I swung the hatchet at it. I didn't want to fight when I just had cut off my ringfinger. I looked around the moldy house and spotted a staircase. I quickly ran up the stairs to the second floor. Once I was there I looked for a window, but there was none in the area. What I did find was another stair case leading up to the roof. I scrambled up top where I looked apon the city.

I remember when I got a view like this during day zero. Back then the buildings were burning, now they are all scorched up, moldy, and breaking apart. back then I could have seen people roaming the streets, chased by the infected then eatin themselfs becoming one of the hordes. It is so calm now, so peaceful its ironic. I looked to the sky where helicpoters and jets used to roam. Now the birds claim the territory as their own. I looked down to a dumpster full of trash. I jumped down into the dumpster and climbed out. Then I took off for the city, I don't know what city but I just ran off. Only armed with hatchet I really couldn't do much.

[Lucky Joe]

After the Alley incedent, I was able to go to Yankees Staduim. Walking down Brooklen, I notice what Hell has happened in this City. The burned buildings, the dead corpses, the militant remnants of what had just accured, the corpses of the zombies I have just slain, and the girl, who was she? Why is she still in the City? Why was that girl attacked earlyer? Who made the infection? Why did my cousin get infected 3 months before the world wide infection? Are there any other survivors? Am I the only man left? All of the questions remain unclear.

Walking back to Yankee Stadium, I noticed something, that girl looked odd, like I have saw her before. Her face just does not come back to me. She looks like that girl at the orphinage. That can not be her. That man that was climbing the ladder? Who was he? Why is he still in the city?

"Agh! This is so confuseing!" I yelled to myself.

That gun shop I raided before, who owned it? Is he dead?

Once I had returned to Yankee Stadium, i noticed that my shotgun was gone.
"What the?! Where is my shotgun?! Agh!! Stupid theives!"

I had survived one more day in Hell, now my next un-answered questions are will there every be a cure? Will I survive another day? Will I found out that Girls name? Will I find another survivor? As I asked the questions, I wrote them in my journal. When I was finished, i tore out a page of my journal and wrote down my "To Do List"

To Do List:
1. Find my shotgun
2. Find another Survivor
3. Kill atleast 20 infecties
4. Find Supplies

As the night came close, i barraced my door. Grabbed my sheet and pillow, climbed up the ladder to the top room and slept. "Prepare for a long night" I said to my slef as I dosed of.

[RMERRITT]

After taking a quick rest in a nearby house i thought. "Maybe i shouldnt be looking for other people it seems like a waste of time to be looking for people if im risking my life everytime i go outside." So i went out into the back yard of the house and found a toolshed. I looked inside got a hammer and started to dismantle the shed.after i had gotten ten boards i went inside and nailed them over the door."That'll do." i said to myself in approval.



(I think Rabbi just gave up)

[TorqueArcher]

( I don't know about Rabbi but I ,For one just got tired of this so...)

Once Archer reach the store, he noticed a lack of zombies. Good nothing to bother me he thought. He went inside the building and wandered through the darkness, as the lights were off. Suddenly, he heard a moan. He hurriedly felt for a lightswitch. When he found it and turned it on, he saw a horrible sight he was surrounded by zombies on one side and backed against the wall on the other. The zombies suddenly lunged at him, and he got bitten on the neck, leg, and shoulder. I guess this is the end he thought as his vision blurred.

(Look out DQ there is now a zombie armed with a rivetgun and a blowtorch.)

[Lucky Joe]

Wakeing up from a Hell of a night, I climbed down my ladder to the first floor. Un-baracaded the door. Grabbed my to do list and walked outside.

"All right, first thing to do is... Find my shotgun. Meh that can wait for latter, now i need to find 1 survivor, kill 20 infecties and find some supplies." I said to myself. As I had walked out of Yankee Stadium, I had remembered something earilyer, the military site, they had supplies and ammo there!

As I ran down Brooklen way into Times Square, I saw the military site.

When I had arrived at the military strugle, I had already saw the dead soldiers, civilians, and zombies. "... All this...becuase of a virus... and no one is comeing back for us... The survivors... this is bull s***..." I said to my self. Looking at the dead bodys i recognized one person, "Jack? Jack!" I yelled as I saw a dead corpse of my old friend in The Military. "No! You can't be dead!" I yelled again. As I tried to regain some sanity, I saw something in one the the trenches "Is that...a Rocket Launcher? Yes! It is!" I ran over to it and picked it up, finding 2 rockets next to it.

I put the Rocket Launcher on my back by a handel, I found some ammo for my Desert Eagle, I found an MP5 and some ammo for that, I also found some ammo for my M4A1. All the ammo, including the rockets and the MP5 in my backpack I found from a local school 17 days ago. Some military rations were there also, with one survivor.

"Hello, my name is John McCarith, who are you?"
"My name is Luke Radison."
"Do you know how to use a gun?"
"Yes."
"Then come with me."
"All right."

As we had finished our conversation, I handed him the MP5 I had found.

"Where are we going?" He asked.
"To the Docks." I said.
"Why?"
"We are leaveing New York."
"Wait, what?!"
"Shut up and follow me."

As we ran out of the trenches, we started going for the docks. Killing all of the Zombies on our way.

We found that girl again on our way to the docks.

"You! Come with me!" I yelled at her
"Wait were are you going?!" She yelled back
"Hurry up! take the glock with you!"
"All right!"

She ran to hurry up with us. When she finaly caught up, we had already found a working car.

"All right, Luke hi-jack this thing, your driving!"
"Ok!" He said as he ran to the drivers seat
"Now, what is your name?"
"Christine Smtih."
"Ok."
"The Car is ready!" Luke yelled.
"All right get in!"

We started driving to the docks, one mile away.

"Just wait, we will finaly be able to leave this Hell hole!"
"Yeah I can't wait." Christine said.
"Yeah, yeah, but there are zombies actually running to catch up to us. You might want to start fireing." Luke said as he handed Christine the MP5
"Oh jeez! Get ready!" I said as I handed Luke the Desert Eagle and I picked up the M4A1.

(To Be Continued)

[Tawl]

(For me the novelty of this wore off as the time span and space varies too much between different characters. It's no one's fault in particular, but I think it's due to lack of severe moderation.

I might tamper with this idea in the future and present one that's slightly more organised based of Rabbi's idea, but until then I'll just let this one run it's course. What does anyone else think?)

[Silitor]

(Yeah. I agree totally dude.)

[Tyemdi]

(I concure.)

Unknown area.

This place had lots of ruined buildings over it. The ground, thick like concrete. I had the feeling of leaving this place almost immediately. The sky wasn't very peasing either. A dull orange colour.

I continued walking, aware of anything.

[Mattbot]

(For me the novelty of this wore off as the time span and space varies too much between different characters. It's no one's fault in particular, but I think it's due to lack of severe moderation.

I might tamper with this idea in the future and present one that's slightly more organised based of Rabbi's idea, but until then I'll just let this one run it's course. What does anyone else think?)

(Do it, i'll join)

[RMERRITT]

(I Agree)

[castlemanic]

(ok dude, no worries)

The crazy man with the hatchet ran up some flight of stairs, so Aaron tried to follow but tripped on the couch, he tried to run up but something on the floor caught his eye, a finger, it looked like it was dying but alive at the same time. he looked at the finger closely "its zombified" he didnt want to risk being with a zombie so he ran to the door, tripping in the same area where he tripped, and wound back outside the dull warehouse towards the bike parked on the grass near the trees, he picked up his bike an rode away, he knew the city that was near the warehouse, it had a big population, which meant more zombies if zombified, so he rode on the highway, the sun still high in the sky, a clear day to know where the zombies are, on the dark road that led to God knows where

[Lucky Joe]

(Yeah Tawl if you do that i would join, cause this is a great idea, part 2 of the John McCarith Escape from New York will be comeing soon, expect some big surprises.)

[Lucky Joe]

Part 2:

"Hey Luke! Hurry up and keep driving! They are catching up!"
"All right!"
"What will we do at the port?"
"Only God knows, but we need to get to the dang port!"
"Fine then, Luke hurry up!"
"Jesus im going as fast as I can!"

When Luke said that, I started fireing my M4A1 at the running zombies trailing us. Christine was shooting the MP5 at the zombies by the windows of the car. Luke was shooting zombies getting to close to the car.

"Hey look! The port!"
"Finaly!"
"It's almost over!"
"Im out of ammo!" Christine yelled
"Dang! We have no other guns for you! Do you still have the Glock?!"
"Yeah!"
"Use it!"

10 minutes later, we had already reached the port but the zombies were heading right for us. We decided to hop in a boat and sail to the Statue of Liberty.

"Why the Statue of Liberty?" Christine asked.
"There isn't people at the Statue of Liberty, so no zombies." I said.
"Well wasn't it some sort of hollyday when the infection spread?"
"Yeah, it was to celebrate the Statue comeing over from France to America, why?"
"Then there were people there! So there are now zombies there! And we can't go back!"
"S***, what now." Luke said.
"We go to the Statue of Liberty, I want to find survivors."
"But who will stay with the boat?"
"You two will, you have ammo."
"But what if a Zombie comes?"
"Do I really need to answer that?"
"Umm...no..."
"All right, Luke give me the Desert Eagle, you can have the M4A1."
"All right, here" Luke said while he handed me the Desert Eagle.

"If I don't come back in 30 minutes, leave" I said.
"All right" Luke said.

As I entered the Statue of Liberty, I saw one survivor.

"You, go outside and get in the boat."
"Wait what?"
"Shut up and go."
"Ok" He said as he ran outside to the boat.

When he was gone, i saw that there was alot more zombies then I planned to be inside, I didn't kill any of them, I just ran the stairs as quick as posible.

(25 minutes later)

"All right, im at the Top of the statue, oh s***! I only have 5 minutes to get down!"

I ran like Hell to the torch, to see if I could climb it and get down quick enough.

(At the boat.)

"Christine he isn't comeing back."
"Just wait."
"No we need to get out now. He said 30 minutes."
"Shut up, hes comeing"
"He has 3 minutes left now."
"Ok."
"Uhh..guys, zombies!"
"Who are you?"
"Im a surivor, now shoot those things before they get any closer!"
"All right."
"If John dosent get back in 3 minutes we have to leave." Luke said as he shot a zombie.
"Hey, whats that on the torch?" said the survivor.
"Hey, its John! Wait, what is he doing? Holy s***! Start the boat and go around to the other side! Now!" yelled Christine.
"Why?" said Luke
"John just jumped of the torch!"
"Wait, what?!"
"Just go!"

(The other side of the Statue of Liberty)

"John?! John?! Where are you?!" Christine yelled.
"Im over here!" I yelled, barely getting above water.
"Over there! Go!"
"All right" Said Luke.

As they picked me up, Christine said "Your a F****** idiot, I hope you know." And I replied "Yeah."

As we started to sail away I told Luke to stop. As he stopped I pulled out the Rocket Launcher

"John, what are you doing?"
"Im blowing up the Statue of Liberty."
"What?! You can't do that!"
"You saw how many zombies were there! Over 5,000! We have to end this! Now!"
"Your serious, arnt you?"
"Yes, we have to it, being a zombie is much worse then dieing, we need to put them out of there miserie."
"Ok."

As we had finished our conversation, I shot the Rocket Launcher at the Torch of the Statue of Liberty. As the whole entire arm fell of, it landed by the pedistal and almost knocked the entire Statue over.

"One more shot." I said to myslef, fireing the last rocket an the head of the Statue, makeing the entire top part of it crumble to the ground.

"Its over' I said 'It's finaly over, Luke, start the boat. Next destination, Spain."
"Your joking, right?" Luke said.
"Nope, we have enough fule, I packed some from the dock, remeber?"
"Well, what are we going to do now?" Christine said
"I don't know, Christine, It's a new day."


The End.

(Well, that is my Characters story, he has now Escaped.)

[Klaykid]

(oh nice, zombified finger lol. And the statue was great addition)

I made my way around town. I found a radio, and tuned in to any channel.
I heard "Oh my god! The statue! Its....gone!" I felt devastated on the inside, New York was no more. I ran and ran and ran untill my legs started to wear thin. I tripped and fell over a rather large hill. I rolled downhill untill a tree stopped me. I didn't move. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to live anymore. I just waited for death, untill a marine troop transport vehicle stopped infromt of me. I heard voices.

"He's still alive!"

"Wait Jenkins we don't know that"

I stood up and said "Ya im alive"

"One marine came out of the truck.

"Im Jenkins, come with us...wait..your Brian arn't you!"

I realised that he was from basic training. We both served in the same unit during the Iraq campaign. Jenkins and I wen't inside the vehicle, and we drove off for who knows where.

[Lucky Joe]

(yeah, i thought that since there was no more people left to see it I should blow it up lol, also i thought it would have a huge efect on the story, here is the ACTUAL end of the story)

"D***, we are out of fuel John"
"s***, looks like we are stranded here."
"Wait... we can't!" Said the survivor
"Why?"
"Umm...nevermind.. Hey a helicopter!"

As the helicopter came closer, we shot our guns up in the air to signifie we were there. As it lowered down to pick us up. We saw there was more Survivors.

"Oh thank God. There are even soldiers here!' I said. 'But... we need to go back to New York."
"What?!" Christine yelled
"There are more survivors! I know it! I saw a man running around with a hatchet on our drive to the docks! We have to save those survivors!"
"Your insane, that drop from the Statue of Liberty must of effected you or something."
"No. It didn't."
"Well, ok."
"Are ya sure you wanna go back der?" The pilot said.
"I am positive. Land in Time Square. I will be going by myself."
"What about us?"
"The Soldiers can handle you, besides they have a SAW gun here. You will be fine."
"All right."

As I hoped out of the heli-copter at Times Square, I told the pilot "Go to the docks. I will be there 15 days from now."

"Hey you! Soldier! You come with me! I will need some help, get as much ammo as possible. Get some ammo for my M4A1 too."
"Yes Sir!"

As He grabbed ammo, we walked into New York. Before I left I yelled to the last soldiers "You better keep those survivors safe! If even one of them dies, you'll be with them!"

(Chapter 2 has began. I am now saving survivors from New York. PM me.)

[RMERRITT]

i was sitting inside of the house i had holed up un and was contepmplating the point of surviving another day if no one else is alive. then i hird a helicopter it was searching for survivors i assumed i went up to the window and threw a rope down i climbed down the wall and started yelling and waving my armsthe helicopter lowered and i stepped in. "Thank god youre here" i said to a soldier sitting across from me".

[castlemanic]

(dam forgot the story, this goes before lucky joes comment)

Chucka chucka chucka chucka, "what was that" Aaron said", chucka chucka chucka chucka, Aaron turned around and he saw a helicopter land a few kilometers away, "oh my god, a helicopter, cant miss this one" Aaron ignitioned his jetboots and then shot off into the sky towards the helicopter, as he flew he looked down and saw burned down houses, fields of grass on fire and abandoned streets, as he got nearer towards the helicopter, it started to take off, "not again, NOT AGAIN" he shouted as he flew towards the helicopter, by the time he reached the helicopter, it was well off the ground, so Aaron knocked on the window and started shouting at the top of his voice, all eyes turned on him as he banged the window, all of them seemed to be shocked, Aaron realised they couldnt hear him, so he took out a nearly empty magazine, opened the bullet, took out the power and wrote the words open the door on his palm and showed his palm to the people inside, someone finally got the hint and opened the door, Aaron then landed in the helicopter face down as they closed the door, "hi my name is Dr Aaron Miller" he said as he sat into one of the seats, and explained everything about his jetboots, "so when we get back to the base, ill improve these jetboots for better flight capabilities so that they can be used by anyone"
"excuse me doctor, but did you say you were going to build more of those?"
"yes, im going to build more jetboots, but im going to improve the design and allow soldiers to be trained with them to allow them to use the jetboots so that they can use them whenever they need to be used, and ill also implement more safety designs and also add a bigger thrust capability so that soldiers would be able to pick up survivors and take them to the helicopter, and these are instances where it would be dangerous for the helicopter to land safely to pick up survivors, but soldiers will be able to fire in mid air, so ill have to work on the recoil too, and the soldiers will find out a way to pick up survivors, maybe strap the survivors to themselves." everyone gave a puzzled look at Aaron, "baisically im going to build more jetboots for soldiers so that they can use them on rescue missions" everyone started to nod their heads.

(lucky Joe, i copied ur story just incase you deleted it while i was rewriting it, ill post it again if u want, and then you can copy it for yourself if u need it, or if it seems confusing)

[Lucky Joe]

(No no, I deletd my top story and put this one below, with the view of the choppers passengers when you slammed into the door.)

(At the Chopper)
"Hey guys! Are you doing ok back there?!" The pilot yelled
"Yeah! Hey what the Hell is that?!" one of th Soldiers yelled.
"I don't know, but he's...flyin?"

As the pilot said that, the man slammed into the door of the Chopper.

"Shoot it!" One of the survivors yelled.
"No! It's alive!" Christine said, opening the chopper doors.
"Who are you?" Luke asked, holding a gun to him.
"My name is Aaron Miller, I am a rocket engineer." The man said.
"Welcome to the Survivor group we have here."
"Yeah..." Aaron said.
"What type of boots are those?"
"They are self-made rocket bo.." He said, as he was interupted by Radio. "That must be John, hold on." (this is where your story comes in castlemaniac.)

(New york.)

Walking down New York, I decided to call the Heli-copter to check if they were ok.

"Chopper 1, Chopper 1, report in, over."
"Copy that John, we have gained 2 new survivors, one of them is a guy named Aaron and he has some weird-a** jet boots. Over"
"All right. Is he a docter? Over"
"Yeah, over"
"Good, if any survivors die tell him to find out some way to destroy the body before they turn into zombies, over."
"Roger that."
"Ok, over and out."

"So are they still alive?" the soldier asked me.
"Yes, we found 2 new survivors now."
"Thats good."
"Yeah one of them is a docter."
"Oh that gre-ARRGGGHHH!!"
"What the hell?!" I said as a turned around, seeing my soldier eaten by a zombie.
"D*****!" I said again, as I shoot the zombie in the forhead.
"Aggh...Its deep, d*****! Kill me now!"
"Soldier..."
"Do it!"
"Ok.." I said as I put the Desert Eagle to his head.
"Im sorry."

I pulled the trigger.

I felt horrible, killing a Soldier. Atleast he isn't a Zombie now.
As I walked away, I forgot to do something, I ran back to the body, took the guns that he had, took the ammo, and he had 5 grenades. I lit one and put it on his body and ran.

"No food for you zombie bastards." I said as the body blew up.

"Chopper 1, reporting in over."
"Chopper 1 reporting, whats wrong. Over"
"The soldier is dead, I repeat, the Soldier is dead."
"Oh my God, are you ok? Over"
"Yeah, I had to blow up the body. I will be fine by myself from now on. Over"
"All right, over and out."

I ran to the Empire State Builidng, knowing I would have to do something I know I will regreat for the rest of my life.

To be Continued.

[castlemanic]

(dam confusing, LOOOOOL, sorry for the trouble dude)

[Lucky Joe]

(no problems.)

[castlemanic]

(i wouldnt be surprised if you hated me, lol)

[XdbX]

(ok this is uncontrolled and I really just don't want to be here any more.
I would say that we would need to fix this by having more mods looking out for this. I am sorry rabbit i could not really post here but i think you did the same thing)

I was on my back. the smell was getting to me. then pain was to. I must of hit my head on the way down. I was bleeding now. and i could not get up.
I felt a pain my foot so that meant that my back was ok. then there was some pain in my arm. A deep pain. I yelled out but it was cut off. no my air was, A rat had jumped in to my mouth. It was a zombie rat. I was dead ether way. ether the rat would take me a part then be a zombie or not be taken apart and be a zombie. I started coking. i could not get air. I tried to say

"I am ready now." but all that came out was nothing.

[Silitor]

(Okay... i don't see any fun in doing this any longer, since there's no control and all, and it's so hectic with Lucky Joe's Long posts which are long and really frequent) (No offense) (So i'm just going to end my character's story.)

Felix was in deep sleep when suddenly, his barricade was destroyed by some infected, a table leg hit him in the stomach and he woke up. Light burst into the room, (Rabbi still hasn't made it night) and at least 30 of the infected fell down onto the floor of the room.

Felix stood up, alerted, drew his sword, and stabbed one of them lying on the floor. The next few lunged themselves blindly onto Felix, he disposing them quite easily. And so the same process was repeated, A few infected flinging themselves in blind hunger towards Felix, and Felix decapitating them with one swipe. After killing twenty, he had retreated to the back of the room.

His heart dipped into despair as an unending wave of infected kept flooding and flooding in. For each one he killed, another one appeared. Finally, he was forced to use his gun. After killing four and exhausting his energy, his heart fell even deeper into the confines of agony, despair, disaster, and regret. The room was full of the Infected, but he wasn't going to let himself become one of them.He had one last bullet.

Tears rolled down his face. He pointed the gun up his chin. "Heh.. You won't get me..." He grinned, his life would be over, he wouldn't have to live in hell anymore. He actually felt quite happy.

BANG

As the bullet raced through Felix's head and killed him instantly, he felt this cold sensation which he realised was death, and welcomed it with open arms... The cold feeling engulfed his body in ice, and ironically, gave him a warm feeling of peace. He was finally relieved of all the zombies. of everything. Finally... Death....

[Lucky Joe]

(NO offecne this is getting pretty boring with out moderation, thats why I am also ending my characters story.)

(Empire State Buliding.)

"This is it." I said to myself "This is were I die."
I ran inside the Emprie State Building, knowing what I had to do. When I had Finaly got in I called the Chopper.

"Chopper, get to the Empire State Building as quick as posible." I said
"Ok." The pilot said.

When he had finaly gotten there, I told the soldier in the back of the Chopper "Give me 8 C4 charges, now, put them in this Back-Pack."
"All right." he said as he put the charges in the bag.

When I started to walk away, I told Luke, Christine, and Aaron that I was not comeing back. Christine started to cry, and Luke was begging me not to, but it came down to this. The whole entire population of New York is infected already. There is over 10,000 zombies surrounding the Empire State Building. And there is no chance that I would come back.

I walked in to the Empire State Building, baracaded the door, and went to the basment floor. When I had finaly gotten down to the basement, I had attached 2 C4 charges to every supportment beam. When I had finished attaching all of the C4, I took the elevator up to the roof of the building.

When I had gotten there 20 minutes later, the Chopper was already there, saying that I could still turn away from all of this. But it was to late, the zombies had already gotten into the building and there was more then 50,000 zombies trying to get me.

"Christine, I can't come back, This is what it has came down to. Luke, you are a nice guy. And Aaron, take care of Christine when I am dead." When I had already had the detonatior in my hand, the last words I said to Christine was "I love you."

I had pushed the Detonatior, the C4 charges exploded, the building started to shake, and finaly it collapsed, taking me and and all of the zombies that surronding with it. While the building was collapseing, and I was falling with it, my last words were "See you in Hell you zombies!"

(At the Heli-copter)

"He's dead." Christine said, holding back tears, "He killed himself to save us."
"Christine its ok, John did what he had to do, we couldn't stop him, whats done is done." Luke said, trying to calm down Christine.
"We need to continue his work, we need to find more survivors." Aaron said, as he was also calming down Christine.
"First the Statue of Liberty, and now this. John is a real maniac." Luke said.
"Wait? You mean John blew up the Statue?" Aaron asked.
"It's a long story, Aaron, a very long story." Christine said.
"Where to now, Pilot?" One of the Soldiers asked.
"Who knows, we should proboley get back to base."
"All right, that's it. It's finaly over." Luke said, as the Heli-Copter finaly reached the outskirts of the city.

The End

(well, my character is dead now, it was fun while it lasted)

[RMERRITT]

(Yeah everybody was getting kind of sick of this one so we just decided to end it)

[Lucky Joe]

(I got kinda sick of it, so I just decided to have my character go out with a bang, lol)

[Tawl]

Yeah, this fell apart due to lack of control and realism.

The RPG has been remade with a much tighter story and setting under the name Quarantine.
http://forums.deletionquality.net/showthread.php?p=72288#post72288

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