[Text RPG] Quarantine

[Tawl]

THIS RPG IS CLOSED TO ANY NEW CHARACTERS

QUARANTINE

Right this is my altered variation of Apocalypse Day, which fell apart because of everyone moving far too quickly, following their own timelines, and just in general not being realistic. This will follow the same idea, but will be more heavily moderated, and time periods set to prevent mistakes from happening.

The idea of this RPG is that you are an average joe who has been put into a hellish situation in which they must survive. You have only yourself and your wits to begin with, but this may change over the course of the RPG as characters interact with each other, possible discoveries are made, and conflicts occur.

Posts made cannot cover huge amounts of time, but should also be detailed. Posts like, "John was hungry so he went to the supermarket. Inside he found 40 zombies. After he had killed them he took a beer from the fridge." will not be accepted and you will be asked to leave the RPG.

Please be sure to take careful note of the setting and story.


Setting:
Quarantine is set in New York City, which has become desolate and virtually devoid of life. (Similar to the NYC presented in I Am Legend) Each character is a survivor who is trapped in NYC, and trying to survive in this harsh environment amidst the outbreak. There has not been any outside communication since Day 25, and all telecommunications and broadcasts are down. (This includes internet, cellular, television and radio broadcasts)

All the survivors will be operating along the same timeline throughout Quarantine. If you choose to travel somewhere, you will have to wait and give ample time for you to actually get there, or describe your journey. If you are talking to someone, wait for a response. And be sure to give your characters reasons to go places, just running around for fun is not something people would probably do in the given situation.


Story:
The story of Quarantine begins on Day 45 of the outbreak of the Solanum Virus in New York City. The exact origin of the virus is unknown to the survivors at this time. The virus works over a course of 24 hours. If contracted by a live host, it infects the bloodstream, breaking down blood and tissue cells. The host initially suffers nausea, followed by disorientation, loss of concentration, limb usage and is usually dead within 20 hours. The corpse will become reanimated in the following four.

On Day 22 of the outbreak a military strike was sent into New York City, in an effort to control the outbreak and evacuate survivors. While partially successful, the personal involved suffered heavy casualties, forcing a withdrawal leaving many of the soldiers behind. NYC has since been quarantined. No rescue is coming for the survivors, who have no knowledge of what is happening outside the city. It is entirely possible that the Solanum Virus has spread further, which may explain the lack of communication.

Many survivors have since died from different causes. The remaining survivors have little to do but attempt to survive from the virus, the infected and each other until help arrives or their situation improves.


Virus Victims:
New York City is littered with victims of the Solanum Virus outbreak. While typically labelled 'zombies', they are still dangerous and can carry weapons as well as track individuals through sound, sight and smell. They are not intelligent however and are only driven to eat human flesh and spread the virus. The only way to stop a victim is to destroy the brain. Some people have been known to be bitten by a decapitated head. Injuring an infected in any other way may slow it down or annoy it, but it will still be dangerous.

While reasonably slow during the day, their speed and awareness increases greatly at night. While it is possible to beat them with weapons, it is advised to avoid conflict where possible, especially during the hours of darkness. People do run the risk of becoming fatigued or overwhelmed if they face large groups alone.


Character Sheets

Name:
Age:
Profession: Your job prior to the outbreak
Location: Your hiding place in NY
Bio:
Personality:
Appearance: Clothes, hair, eyes & distinctive features
Equipment: The equipment you carry

Notes:
Professions:
Your profession will directly affect other aspects of your character. (ie - If you owned a gun shop you have easy access to firearms, but John the baker would not be able to operate a machine gun very effectively, but he in turn would have food.) Professions have to be real, so Zombie Hunter and the like are not accepted. Professions like soldier, police officer, etc are accepted, but this does not make them invincible. (Soldiers run the risk of running out of ammo for their specialist equipment.) Soldiers themselves are ones who were left behind after the military withdrawal.

On the same note, you cannot do things you could not realistically do. Mark the mechanic could hotwire cars, but not fly the helicopter from the hospital roof.

Hiding Places:
Hiding places are not fortresses, they are just your safe place of refuge. You do not have access to gun turrets, land mines, etc. Exceptions may be made for some booby-traps.
Your fortress also has the risk of being overrun, but only you can decide if and when it happens.

Additional:
- You can only carry what you could carry realistically. ie- One main weapon and one sidearm. NOT one shotgun, one machine gun, an RPG, two desert eagles and a knife. Be realistic.

- Your character can have a past of being a thief, killer, etc. or may use the outbreak to their advantage, ie- looter.

- None of the characters know each other at the beginning, but may recognise each other from somewhere. (eg- "Heuy I by my coffee from you")

- Finally, your characters are not invincible and they would not go out looking for a fight, nor could they endlessly kill hundreds of infected. Think about what you would do if you were the character in that situation.



Example, my character.

Name: Michael Avery
Age: 26
Profession: Photojournalist
Location: His flat on the 5th floor of his apartment building in downtown NY
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 photojournalist and reporter for the Daily Insider News Corporation for 4 years. He currently lives in a modest apartment in downtown NY about thirty minutes drive from his work.

Personality: Prior to the outbreak, Michael was a bit of a socialite. He had a wide group of friends and colleges with whom he would spend time with constantly. Since the outbreak he has flipsided and become a loner, and prefers to act on his own.

Appearance: Reasonably good looking with messy brown hair, grey jeans, casual white collared shirt over white undershirt.
Equipment: Camera, Notepad, Berreta handgun, Swiss Army Knife, Mirror, water bottle. All this is carried around in a black satchel bag.


The RPG will being after I make the opening post. Any questions about anything you are unsure about regarding characters, or the setting, feel free to PM me.


UPDATE: CHARACTER LIST

Name: Michael Avery (Tawl)
Age: 26
Profession: Photojournalist
Location: 5th Floor Flat, downtown NY

Name: Ted Morgenson (Vathonai)
Age: 21
Profession: College Professor / Writer / Serial Killer
Location: Bronx Apartment

Name: Jeff Flynn (RMERRIT)
Age: 29
Profession: US Marine
Location: Old Boarding House

Name: Rosane Samuels (Prophet)
Age: 25
Profession: US Army Ranger
Location: NY Sewer Chamber

Name: Brian Campbell (KlayKid)
Age: 25
Profession: US Marine
Location: Abandoned Marine Road Block

Name: Andrew Tenor (Polo)
Age:
Profession: Ex-Marine/Pharmacy Worker
Location: Abandoned Apartment, 37th Floor

Name: Max Smith (Mattbot)
Age: 23
Profession: Gun Store Owner
Location: Gun Store

Name: James Blackmore (Klawg)
Age: 26
Profession: Suffering from Amnesia
Location: Bradbury Streey, NY

Name: Felix Johnson (Silitor)
Age: 25
Profession: Ex-Bodyguard
Location: Apartment Basement, Downtown NY

Name: Samuel Harland (Wadling)
Age: 47
Profession: NYPD Officer
Location: Downtown House

Name: John Alfredo (Boomstick)
Age: 26
Profession: Gardener
Location: Apartment Roof

Name: Jack Archer (TorqueArcher)
Age: 38
Profession: Engineer
Location: Unknown

Name: Ray Faber (IcyPoison)
Age: 11
Profession: Petty Thief
Location: House in NY Suburbs

Name: Steven Hitachi (Average Joe)
Age: 23
Profession: Martial Arts Teacher
Location: 4th Floor Apartment

Name: Tyler Mayfield (Azach007)
Age: 27
Profession: Ex-Forensic Scientist, Convict
Location: Jail Cell

Name: Joseph Matrinez (jospehmatinez)
Age: 13
Profession: Middle School Student
Location: School Cafeteria

[Varthonai]

(Good remake, Tawl! I'm back in business.)


Name: Theodore "Ted" Morgenson
Age: 21
Profession: College Professor / Writer / Serial Killer
Location: A small apartment in the Bronx with reasonably secure fortifications; tables nailed over doors, etc.
Bio: Ted was an English professor at Columbia University in Manhattan. Ted taught classes in Milton, Shakespeare, and Comparative Mythology. He'd been called a prodigy by many--he wrote four award-winning essays that made him the pride of the University. He was charming and a brilliant speaker, able to enthrall even the dullest of his students. He was widely considered to be the best teacher in the school, not to mention the youngest. No one would guess that Ted is also a prolific serial killer, known in the press as the "Bronx Burner" due to his penchant for burning the remains of his victims with gasoline...
Appearance: Charming, friendly smile; piercing blue eyes; smooth, straight black hair. Known throughout the University for being the only professor to not obey the dress code--he always comes to school in jeans and a t-shirt, and the administration has never tried to put a stop to it.
Equipment: Laptop (for writing essays and lesson plans); shotgun (owned illegally, kept in back closet); machete (also kept in back closet); keys to his apartment; switchblade knife which he keeps in his pocket at all times; gasoline (in back closet) used for burning victims' bodies; stockpile of food that he bought before the outbreak. He sometimes eats the preserved flesh of his victims--he saves most of the meat, and burns the rest.
Special Skills: He is physically very strong. He is very clean with his kills, and leaves virtually no traces. He is a skilled writer and charismatic speaker. He is crafty and manipulative. He is very well-read. On a different note, he also has a rather unusual psychological perspective on things--though survival is a high priority, Ted is not a rational man and he places the satisfaction of his dark urges as a slightly higher priority than his survival. To this end, he is willing to share his home and food with up to 2 other people, so that he can later kill them.




(EDIT: Can I make some NPC human survivors to lure into my apartment and kill? Otherwise I might end up trying to kill real players, who, y'know, actually can fight back.)

[RMERRITT]

Name:Jeff Flynn

Age:29

Profession:US Marine

Location:Master Bedroom of an old boarding house.

Bio:Jeff had spent his whole life in NYC. He was born into a long family line of soldiers his father wanted him to continue the tradition. He didnt really want to go to some other country and fight some foreigner, he wanted to be a police officer, and for four years thats what he did. Then there was a great need for soldiers in iraq he joined the Marines and served in Iraq for one year then returned to New york for some unknown assignment.

Appearance: Short Black hair, Clean shaved face, A USMC uniform(Body Armor and Helmet were discarded)

Equipment: M4 Carbine 3 extra Magazines, an M9 Beretta pistol with 24 rounds, 1 grenade, and a combat knife

[Varthonai]

One main weapon and one sidearm. NOT one shotgun, one machine gun, an RPG, two desert eagles and a knife. Be realistic.


Equipment: M4 Carbine 3 extra Magazines, an M9 Beretta pistol with 24 rounds,1 grenade, and a combat knife.

(BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!)

[Tawl]

(Actually I will allow that Vart, as it does follow the guideline of one main weapon, with one sidearm, the remaining equipment fits fine for a deployed marine. It was more to stop people who just went overboard.

I'll make hte opening post now. The time is midday.)

Michael squinted down through the lens of the camera, his finger poised over the button. The overhead sun removed any lens glare giving the perfect natural lighting 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 out onto the street on the other side.

(Just a general note, you can walk around without running into zombies every step. The city is infected, but not overrun per say)

[Varthonai]

(Sometimes I worry that I obsess about my RP posts too much. It's times like this that reinforce that worry.)


Ted was what you’d call a “man of learning.”

The phrase had a double meaning, of course. The first and most obvious one was the everyday term, meaning that he was a rather intellectual man. A scholar.

The other meaning broke down the two literal interpretations of each word. Ted was a Man; a male human, subject to a specific set of urges and desires. And he was Learning; he frequently enjoyed taking in the knowledge of others, through both written and oral means.

Ted laughed a little bit at the irony of that last particular thought, and accidentally spewed a mouthful of human brain across the dinner table.

“Oh, good Lord, I’m sorry,” chuckled Ted, embarrassed. He was speaking to the corpse propped up in the chair at the other end of the table; its skull was neatly sawn in two, and its bisected head was empty. Two glazed eyes looked stupidly out. Ted was very well aware of his intelligence, but the stupidity of fellow humans was always a comforting reminder nonetheless; after all, this man had stayed with Ted for a full two weeks without ever realizing that his host’s intentions were less than benevolent.

“You know, it’s really very good,” Ted mumbled, swallowing another mouthful. “I’m actually a bit surprised. I never tried brain before. New experiences are always interesting, eh? O brave new world / That hath such people in’t!”

Ted chuckled again, laughing at his own out-of-context quote. God, I love Shakespeare.

The corpse didn’t laugh with him. Ted felt a slight twinge of loneliness at this. Bah. Only two hours since I let him go, and already I’m looking for new company… I’m such a sucker for other people, aren’t I? It’s like I let them run my life.

Ted swallowed the last mouthful of central nervous system, licked his plate clean, and dropped it into the sink. There was no electricity and no running water, but Ted liked routine—he still used the sink to manually wash his dishes. I’ll need someone else to do the laundry now, though. It’s so much easier when there’s someone to help split the workload.

Ted went to the pantry to get one of his plastic water bottles. He poured some dish detergent onto the empty plate from a bottle of Ivory™ Liquid Soap and scrubbed it in with a sponge before washing it off with water from the water bottle. He wiped it dry with a towel and replaced it in his kitchen cabinet.

“I suppose I’ll have to take shotgun duty tonight, even though it’s supposed to be your turn,” Ted called to the corpse, mildly irritated. “But now that you’re dead, you serve for some more practical purposes anyway. So I’m not complaining. You’re a good friend, you know? And that’s immortalized now. We’ll never have the sort of tragic falling-out that all other friends seem to eventually have. It’s so simple and efficient this way; it’s a wonder that no one else ever thought of it.”

The corpse didn’t answer him.

“Look, I know you can hear me,” Ted continued. “I haven’t taken your ears off. Well, not yet, anyway.”

“Oh, very well,” answered the corpse. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Damn straight I am,” Ted snapped. “Now we really need to plan what to do tonight. There’s every reason to believe that more of the infected will try to break in again, and while I am looking for company, that’s a scenario I’d rather not explore just yet.”

“So where do I come in?”

“Well, firstly, you’re food.”

“That doesn’t sound pleasant.”

Ted looked thoughtfully out of the window. “Think of it this way,” he said, to his posthumous houseguest. “I’m more of a Humanities fellow than a physics fellow, but I do remember my physics lessons and I know that neutrons aren’t really a third kind of elementary particle. A neutron is just a proton and an electron melded together.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, think of it as the ultimate expression of friendship. Their physical essences are merged, and the excess power of the electron is burned away. You and I are about to become one entity, through the elaborate system of human digestion… and the remainder of you will be burned away. The basic building blocks of the universe, the Yin and Yang, repeated in a beautiful flowing black poetry.”

“Sounds like a lot of hullabaloo to me,” said the corpse, dumbly.

“Well, yes, it would, wouldn’t it? You’ve got no brain.”

“And whose fault is that?” retorted the dead man in a dry voice.

“Hm,” thought Ted aloud. “Touché. But still, this is what’s going to happen and there’s not much you can do about it at this stage of things.”

“Right then. What other tasks can I do for you, Mr. Morgensen?”

“Well, that’s a different matter altogether. First I’m going to harvest as much meat from you as I can. You see, I don’t have enough food in the storeroom to last me forever—so please don’t take it too personally.”

Ted pulled out his machete from the magnetic knife rack where he had left it during the meal, and advanced on the body.

“Once I’m done with that,” Ted continued, “I think I’ll find a use for you to help with keeping out the infected houseguests. They’re after my brains, I think, and while you gave yours up quite readily I am quite proud of mine, and I would really prefer to keep them for a while.”

“As you wish, Mr. Morge—asdgh—”

The corpse’s voice trailed off as Ted sliced into its ribcage and punctured its lungs.

“I almost wish I didn’t have to do this. You were a particularly good friend, Eric.”

Ted quickly sliced most of the flesh from the corpse’s ribs and placed them between thin plastic sheets, like strips of beef. He turned the corpse to face the other direction on the chair and began work on the back.

“Mmm. You know, I was never too fond of human flesh, myself. I think some of you might think of me as deranged, but I assure you that the consumption of man-meat--hm, a little innuendo there, isn't there?--the consumption of human flesh is not all that closely related to my love of fire. The former is merely incidental, a means to an end in this God-forsaken city; the latter is a dream, a hope. The burning of a human body has fascinated me for quite some time; I am drawn to fire like a moth, you see, even when it’s not in my best interests.”

The corpse mumbled something unintelligible.

“Yes, I know, I wish I’d had time to tell you my story while you were still alive. It’s an interesting story, how I first realized the power of fire… but that’s not the issue here, so I’m afraid we’ll part ways before I can tell you the rest. Alas, poor Eric; you never knew me. Nor did Horatio, for that matter, but I think I already ate the last of him a few days ago.”

The last of Eric’s mumbling was silenced as Ted unstrung his vocal cords and laid them out on a separate sheet.

“There, I think we’re done for now. I’ll be back sometime later, ok?”

Ted covered Eric’s corpse with white butcher paper, making him look rather like a ghost. Like one of those silly children in Halloween costumes made from white bedsheets. Not that there was any need for Halloween, now that there was a living Hell visible from the kitchen window; the dead were walking the streets, and the living were forced to live in seclusion.

Such a sad, dark place, thought Ted. I miss the days when I could go out and pick whoever I wanted. The last few people have been rather sub-par. No offense to you, of course, Eric.

Ted went to the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, and pulled another water bottle from under the sink. He stepped into the shower and poured half of the bottle over his head, grabbing a bar of soap and washing off the bodily fluids that had been sprayed over him during his rather messy operation downstairs. When he was finished, he poured the other half of the water over his head and washed off the soapy suds, before stepping out and drying off with another towel.

Ah, but I shouldn’t be so negative, Ted told himself. All’s well that ends well.

The deranged man smiled at himself in the mirror and headed out to continue with his daily routine.

[Prophet]

Name: Rosane

Age: 25

Profession: Army ranger

Location: a main chamber of the sewer system.

Bio: Rosane was an Army ranger helping to keep quarantine when she fell in, along with most of her survival gear. She suspects she was pushed, although s slightly glad of the opportunities this gives her to search for a loved one.

Personality: Mirth from Rosane is like water from a rock. She reserves care for people she knows well.

Appearance: Rosane has short red hair, hazel eyes, and a well-developed body. She wears clothing that she had with her when she fell. She has a few military outfits, but mostly civilian clothing.

Equipment: A sub-machine gun with 280 bullets, so that is for emergencies, but for killing of small amounts of zombies a 6 inch titanium knife is used. Rosane carries a radio, although she leaves it in her hiding place most of the time, due to the fact that she cannot use it. She also carries a first-aid kit, a spare blanket, a water bottle, and a flashlight in a duffle bag that can be grabbed if she needs to vacate her hideout. ( may have her loot stores and stock her hideout with food and other essentials.

Special skills: can wield a gun or knife deftly, but her actual physical strength is lacking. Her flexibility an let her wind around people, and if she gets enough of an opening, can break any number of bones. She also has a lightning fast reaction time.

[Tawl]

(You guys have no idea how stoked I am that the characters are staying realistic. Here's hoping this trend continues)

[Aval]

(Wow. Someone else in the world has heard of Max Brooks. Nice adaptation, Tawl. And as for Vart, I think that Ted may be a stroke of genius. However I assume that when Tawl says "realistic" it is from a completely relative perspective.)

[RMERRITT]

Jeff was sitting on his bed listeneing to the radio for any possible signs of life. He turned the nob as slowly as possible watcheng the channel number change. He stopped and realized it was pointless to keep torturing himself like this hoping for other people and searching for them only to find that there were none.

As he stood from his bed he heard something tapping on the glass downstairs. He grabbed his pistol and walked down from the bedroom into the living room, he didnt bother checking the windows they were boarded up using some floorboards from the family room. He didnt really want to check the other windows and decided to chalk it up to another bird flew into the window. He grabbed a bottle of water, a piece of bread, a can of corn, and walked back up the stairs.

[Aval]

(coughbiocough)

[Klaykid]

Name: Brian Campbel
Age: 25
Profession: U.S.M.C (Marine)
Location: A marine roadblock made out of turnedover humvees, sandbags, sheet meatal, and corpses.
Bio: Brian Campbel once lived in Texas in a small community. There he had a girlfriend and was hoping one day to marry her. As time passed they moved to Newyork, his girlfriend started to work at the NY trading center or Twin Towers. During the 9/11 attack his girlfriend died along with Brian's close friends and family. Since then Brian had joined the marines to fight those who commited such an atrocity.

Brian was one of the many to be called back for containment of NewYork, and from there was stationed at a military checkpoint (checkpoint 5). Brian had met up with his close and personal friends Jacob, Samuel, and Alice from marine corps basic training. By day 40 the infected had found their way twords the checkpoint. Day 43 the checkpoint was made into a makeshift roadblock. The surviving soldiers now knows how to fight the infected, and how to survive at night.
Personality: He has a sarcastic personality, and is known to panic at the most deadly moments. he still has a crush on Alice, sadly he is shy around women and thus cannot summon the strength to ask her to a date. He knows anything a regular marksman would know. He also knows how to operate almost every military weapon. Any non-military weapon he has no clue. He is also known to jam his rifle in the middle of combat. He is afraid of being alone at night.
Appearance: Messy short brown hair, brown eyes, tall and most women would say he is above average looking. A half inch gotee hangs from his chin, wearing standard MCCUU or Marine Corps Combat Utility Uniform.
Equipment: An M4 carbine with half a clip. An M9 sidearm with no clips. A canteen thats half full of water. And a backpack filled with three days worth of provisions for one person (he looted from a military blockade five klicks from the roadblock).

Brian was put on nightwatch, only because the other marines know he is afraid of the night, so he is taking in all the sleep he can. Brian woke up from his nap by the sounds of his fellow surviving marines chatting as they watch the empty road. The roadblock was made of mostly sheetmetal and compressed wood. The roadblock had only one watchtower that stood only two storeys high, and the rest was on ground. Support beams were linned everywhere, and was in dire need of repair. Other than Brian five marines survived. Corpral (Cpl) Alice McCarthy another marksman, Private (Pvt) Jacob Brooke a combat engineer, Private First Class (PFC) Samuel Lemmings a scout/sniper his spotter was infected seven days ago and was killed, Staff Sergeant (SSgt) Derral Jackson, and Private first class (PFC) Rick Jenkins.

Brian stood up and walked over to Alice and Rick on watch duty. They both sat on camping stools ontop of the roadblock conversing about how they wish they wern't here. Brian walked up the ramp leading to the top of the roadblock and watched the empty street. The street was littered with somewhat about 10-30 corpses, only a third was wearing MCCUU. Spent shells and empty magazines surrounded the bodys of dead marines, Brian remembered that Rick had picked up all the rifles the other day. Brian was glad the infected stopped coming to the roadblock yesterday. The sky was clear and void of helicopters and jets. Samuel was in the watchtower. Jackson was probably on the HAM Radio trying to get a signal.

The roadblock looked like it was from 28 days later, covered in blood. Rockwalls covered the left and right side. The back of the fort was covered with all sorts of items that were pilled up to create a wall. Overturned humvees blocked the front and back to the point that it as almost impossible for any human or infected to walk right in.

Brian heard a strange humming noise and so did the rest of the squad. Everyone looked up and saw a V-22 Osprey with a destroyed right propeller strailing smoke, going down in a 25 degree angle. Flames abrupted from all sides. Jackson could hear a messege from the radio. "This is Victor 119 were going down, I repeat were going down. Any marines in the ar-" the messege stopped as the squad herd the Osprey crash land with a loud BOOM off in the distance. "Shit, infected will probably be allover us."
Jackson called. "What should we do sir?" Samuel asked. Jackson took a moment to think, then said "To that ship".

[Varthonai]

(Am I the only one who thinks that we need to put a temporary ban on Soldier as a profession? The last three people in a row have been soldiers, and that's more than half the cast of characters!)

[Lucky Joe]

(Yeah I noticed that too, to bad my character blew up)

[Polo]

Name: Andrew Laurence Tenor

Age: 27

Profession: Ex-Marine. Afterwards worked in a pharmacy before the outbreak.

Location: My Old Apartment building, on the 37th floor in NY. Now abandoned and damaged. No one else lives in the apartment as far as I'm concerned, probably due to everyone trying to get out of the city. I don't go anywhere into the basement as infected may be nested there. I am about 4 blocks away from a food store and about 6 blocks away from a clothes shop.

Bio: I grew up in odessa texas when I was younger. I excelled ahead of most of the students in my class. My parents and I soon moved to britain where I lived most of my life until the age of 23. I went back to america after university with a PH.D in basic medican, with an aspiration to join the army and help out as a doctor in the field, attending to injuries. So I did. I worked for 2 years before leaving. At the age of 26 I met my fiancee. A year later, the day before my 27th birthday, the virus struck. Thousands killed, I tried to escape with my fiancee. But she got caught behind a crowd of worried people trying to get out of the city. All I can remember her shouting was "I'll catch up to you". My aparment, now empty. I sit here on the 37th floor, waiting for my fiancee to return someday.

Personality: Used to be very intelligent, well liked and friendly. But since the outbreak I have become more independant, less sociable and a lot more un-trustworthy.

Appearance: Brown Leather Jacket, Brown hair, Brown eyes, gloves, jeans, brown shoes and a white t-shirt. I have hair that comes down to eye length. I also have a slight stubble of a beard.

Equipment: Pocket Knife, 9mm pistol, Bottles of Water and pain-killers. Mostly kept inside my jacket.

[Tawl]

(I'm calling a cease on any more soldiers as professions for now. The three/four we have are good and realistic, so lets spread the rest around a bit.)

[Polo]

(I'm calling a cease on any more soldiers as professions for now. The three/four we have are good and realistic, so lets spread the rest around a bit.)
(I am not a soldier, I am a medic. I did not fight, I just went out to help heal people on the field. So I'm not really a soldier)

(just clearing it up.)

[Klaykid]

(Im guessing that im the 1/4 thats not realistic lol)

[Mattbot]

(I'm calling a cease on any more soldiers as professions for now. The three/four we have are good and realistic, so lets spread the rest around a bit.)

(Thank god)

Can i use my character from Apocalypse day?

Name: Max Smith

Proffession: Gun shop owner

Age: 23

Gender: Male

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

Bio:Before the epidemic started he lived a good, comfortable life, he wasnt rich but he was happy, he had a wife and a son. When the virus attacked the city he and his family were one of the last to reach the escape boats in time, unfortunately he was seperated from his loved ones and left behind with the others.
After seeing for himself what the virus did to human beings he retreated back to his gun shop/home and barricaded the windows and doors with anything he could get his hands on, only leaving to get supplies.

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

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

[Tawl]

(That wasn't directed at anyone in particular, just a general notice. All present characters are fine the way they are.

And Klaykid, I think your characters perfectly realistic. The three/four, was because I wasn't sure if Polo was actually a soldier or not. Though I'm unsure where the helicopter came from, but I'll allow the radio message as it's on a military frequency within the quarantine zone.)

Michael peered through the window of the dairy. He could barely make out anything through the grime that caked the glass. He walked over to the door and tried the handle. The door didn't move, instead just rattling in his hand.
"Bloody typical." He muttered to himself. It seemed everywhere he wanted to go had to be locked. He turned his back to the door and tensed his right arm. With a swift jab from his elbow he broke a hole in the door window. Reaching his hand through he turned the bolt and unlocked the door. A bird squawked loudly in a tree nearby and he withdrew his hand suddenly, cutting himself on the glass.
"Son of a...." He said through gritted teeth as he watched the blood drip from his forearm. He rolled his shirt sleeve back further up his arm, he would have to deal with it later. He turned the handle and pushed open the door of the dairy.

The bell jingled above his head as he walked inside. The dairy was dimly lit, caused by the grime covered windows. The only significant light was coming from a drinks fridge which hummed quietly against the back wall. Dust covered almost everything. As Michael walked further inside he gasped and held his hand over his nose. There was a horrible rotting smell throughout the building.
Looking down a row of shelves he saw the source of the smell. Draped over the counter was a body, most likely of the dairy owner, with a large open gash down his back. His blood caked the counter. Michael stifled another gag and pulled his camera from his bag. Keeping the body in focus he snapped a couple of shots, being sure to capture a large amount of the dairy's interior. He moved closer to the counter for a different angle, and clicked the shutter again. As he took the picture the automatic flash snapped, lighting up the room.

Michael froze as the corpse of the owner groaned and stirred. He slowly backed away along one of the shelf lines containing detergents and laundry powder. Holding his camera still in his left hand he pulled his Berreta from the back of his belt, the second time he had had to draw it today. The infected corpse lumbered towards him, his head at an impossible angle. Michael held his breath and raised his gun to the head height of the corpse. He squeezed the trigger and fired off one shot directly between the eyes of the owner. The corpse stumbled and fell sideways to the ground. Michael let out a long sigh and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. It hadn't been the first time he had shot one of these things, but it didn't get any easier.

[Klaykid]

(Oh, ok then. The only think that seperates me from other soldiers is that my squad is still alive.)

The gunship was atleast an hour away. The squad was marching through the forest like area leading up to Victor 119 in an arrowhead formation. The squad leader in front and Samuel at the back. Brian, Rick, Alice and Jacob in the middle covering both the front and back. The area had a mysterious look and feel. A thick green fog covered the ground up to your shins, sounds of the infected echoed the trees and brush. Birds chirped and fluttered around as they watched the squad shuffle through the area.

"I don't like this" Alice said.

"I can hear the infected" Jacob muttered.

"Don't worry guys, I know their weakness" Brian stated.

"What?" Samuel asked

"Bullets" Brian proclained as he reloaded his half clip into his M4.

"Shut it" Jackson ordered.

The area started to fog up. Now a creepy white mist entered the sleepy forest like area. You couldn't see atleast ten yards infront of you. Groans of the infected echoed louder. The distinct sound of gunfire followed.

"The gunship must be close by" Jackson stated.

The squad continued to advance to the osprey. Off infront of the squad the figures of infected could be spotted. All the marines checked their rifles and made sure to reload their sidearms, exept Brian who wasted his the day before shooting a clip into an infected. "Eyes front" Jackson ordered. "Short controlled birsts, fire only if your life depends on it". The squad moved passed the infected silently, moving closer twords the osprey. Suddently the gunfire stopped, Brian started to panic. "Holy shit, are they dead?!? We...we have to help them now!" he said. Brian ran out of formation twords the crash site. "Campbel! Campbel get back into formation!" Jackson yelled. Brian disappeared into the fog. "Stupid motherf_cker, Jenkins retrieve Campbel."

"Yes staff sergeant" Jacob answered and he ran after Brian.

[Silitor]

Name: Felix Johnson
Age: 25
Profession: Ex-Professional bodyguard
Location: Hidden basement of an apartment in downtown NY.
Bio: Felix was a very good bodyguard, and protected very famous clients, with his partner, Claire Evan. However, one day, they were caught in a commiting a very serious felony in the course of protecting a client. The company being held responsible, asked the two of them to lay low in a hidden basement, and would send them supplies every now and then. As of late though, mail had stopped coming in.
Personality: Cool-headed,calm,smooth, but not much of a social person.
Apperance: Fierce, silvery-gray eyes, messy, unkempt, brown, spiky hair which reached the back of his neck, handsome face, quite rigid. Wearing a black T-shirt, and white shorts.
Equipment: A sword, Ishugen(sword's name), and a handgun.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!! DIE YOU BASTARDS!!!!!!!" Felix shouted in blind rage as he swung his sword blindly, decapitating infected after infected, but not actually killing them. He knew he would be outnumbered, but all he cared about then was to kill them. To slaughter them. To make them pay.

=Flashback=
Day 1 of the outbreak.

Claire and I sat on our couch, watching television. When all of a sudden, it switched off for no apparent reason.
"Huh?" I gasped as i got up from the couch and started to try and make it work. It was 30 days since i had moved into this hole which the company created, with Claire. Which, at first, i thought was a bad thing, since we always argued on all assignments. But living with her made me fall in love. Though i never got around to say it. This day was the first day when strange things started to happen. Our fridge stopped working, and so did running water, fortunately, the supplies our company sent us would last us a good 45 days.

Day 25.
We were worried on what was happening in the outside world, as the television stopped working, and the company stopped informing us on anything. I made my way to go out, but then, Claire said apprehensively, " The company told us to stay inside remember?"

"I know but..."

"Look, i know that you're feeling really worried right now, but let's just follow orders until our supplies run out, then we'll get out."
I had no choice but to agree, her suggestions were always right.

Day 30
Our supplies and patience were running thin. Even though we said we'd wait, it was getting harder. But, this gave me more time to spend with Claire, and somewhere in my heart, i was happy. Even though at this time, we were not aware of the outbreak at all.

Day 44. The company finally told us something. I can remember that day very well.
Someone fell through the entrance to our basement, (At this point, i loved Claire alot, and was going to tell her, but a problem arose.) a thirty something year old man, by the looks of it. In his hand he carried a letter. He had a very nasty bite mark on his neck, with blood spurting out. "Oh my god!" Claire gasped, as she carried him over to the bed to rest.
"What bit you?! A wolf?!" She questioned frantically. The man merely pointed to the letter in his hand. She took it from him, then beckoned me over to read it with her.

Dear Claire and Felix. I am sorry we have not commucnicated you in a very long time. But it seems that an outbreak has occured. A virus so as to speak. The Solanum virus to be exact.The virus works over a course of 24 hours. If contracted by a live host, it infects the bloodstream, breaking down blood and tissue cells. The host initially suffers nausea, followed by disorientation, loss of concentration, limb usage and is usually dead within 20 hours. The corpse will become reanimated in the following four. So, you can say they're like zombies. It is too dangerous to send any more people to give you mail, and this brave man was the only one who volunteered. Mail has been disabled of course. Anyway, we want you to return to the company building ASAP. But be careful. The city is overrun with the infected. And it would not be good if our two best agents were to die.Be careful. (P.S. THIS IS NOT A PRANK.)

We read the letter once, jaws dropped. Then re-read it again several times. They could not believe their eyes. Claire then whispered into Felix's ear. "If it is true, then this person would suffer all the things mentioned in the letter. Because the bite marks on his neck are human's teeth, though slightly sharper." I nodded quietly, then proceeded to slumping myself onto the couch, my mind was racing.

For the next twenty hours, Me and Claire tried to take care of the man, but he suffered from all the conditions stated in the letter, and then died. For the next four hours, we had tried to revive him, using all the medical techniques we two knew. We had forgotten he would be reanimated, and were focusing on bringing him back to life. He had risked his to get this letter to us. It was the least we could do.

And finally, on the 59th minute of the 3rd hour, we gave up. Tired and grieving, we slumped ourselves onto the side of the bed and started to cry. "Why... Why did he have to die...???" Then. That was when it happened. The man suddenly sprang to life, and attacthed its teeth to Claire's neck. She screamed in pain, and i took out my gun and shot it inbetween the eyes.

I brought Claire over to rest on a wall. She started to giggle. "Heh... We forgot... About the reanimation..."

"DON"T TALK! IT"LL ONLY MAKE IT WORST. Wait, let me get a cloth." I said, panicking.

After i had placed a wet cloth on her forehead, she started to scream as the excruciating pain on her neck started to intensify. She said, inbetween pants, " Ki...ll... kill me."
I was extremely surprised at her sudden request, and started to protest. " WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?! NO WAY!."

"the... Pro..cess... it's... irreversible..."

"No... I refuse.. I refuse to believe it..." Even though i knew she was always right, and was probably right here. I was crying alot right now.

"Well... it's true.. Heh... how ironic... you always said that you wouldn't cry. But right now... you look... haha... pathetic..."

"No... don't... I don't... i.... No. YOU CAN"T DIE!"

"Haha... i'm sorry Felix.... I'm sorry. But if you really care about me... you would kill me and relieve me of the twenty hours of grief that our deliveryman went through... haha... we din't even ask for his name...."

I looked at the seriousness in her face. And i knew that was what i had to do. But i didn't want to. "But... But..."

"But what...?"

"But.. I... I... I love you."

At this, she merely gave me the most beautiful smile i've ever seen, and then, pulled me down to where she was sitting, and kissed me on the lips.
After we released each other, she said, "Haha... I love you too... Good bye. Felix."

My face was covered in tears by now, as i pointed the gun at her face.

"Please... and thank you. For everything. It was too bad we couldn't tell each other we loved each other sooner eh? What am i saying.. Please. Now. I think i'm feeling a bit sick..."

I couldn't do it. I couldn't pull the trigger. I just.. Just couldn't.

Then she said, "Felix. If you really love me, you'd kill me."

When she said that, i took a look at her beautiful face one more time, and watched as it burst into pieces. I started to bawl even more uncontrolably. It was so ironic. I had to kill the one i loved because i loved her.

"WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!??!?!?!" I screamed in agony, as i grabbed my sword, climbed out of the basement, and started to kill each and every infected that stood before me, as they were the cause of her death.

=End of Flashback=

[Mattbot]

Max lifted off the wooden barricades from the upper window of his shop, He scanned the streets from left to right searching for the infected, The streets were clear apart from a stray dog and some pigeons.
Convinced that there were no threats Max ate the last of his food supply and geared up.

Max swung a rucksack over his shoulders, holstered his Colt in his belt and grabed his shotgun. He did'nt bother packing extra amo he shouldnt need it, "this should be just a quick run to the store and back" he thought to himself as he unlocked the front door.

He steped out into the daylight, the sun was directly above the city.
Max walked up the empty streets staring into the buildings either side of him, nothing but broken glass and blood stained doors.
He was just about to take a step around a corner when he heard the dull moans of the undead, Max quickly ducked into an alleyway and crouched behind a dumpster.

[Polo]

Andrew awoke in his bedroom. He got up on his bed slowly, trying to think of the dream he just had, but he just couldn't remember. He grabbed his jacket which was hanging over the side of the beds headrest. He got up, picked up his gun and slipped in into the inside pocket of his jacket, walked to the door and opened it, and walked out into his living room.

There wasn't much of a sight, in the corner he had a TV set up. Because there was no transmission towers anywhere that worked anymore the only think he could play on his TV was the whitenoise. Over, and Over. Towards the right of the room was the kitchen, green tiled and a white tiled work surface. The fridge was in the corner, by one of the work surfaces.

Andrew turned on his TV. The grainy drone of the white noise came on. "Same bloody song" muttered andrew to himself. He walked over to the fridge to get something to eat. Empty. The fridge was empty, there was no milk. No anything. Andrew sighed, and gathered up some pain killers from a medicinal cabinet from the bathroom. He put on his gloves and went out of his apartment, into the corridor and down towards the stairway. He could of used the elevator, but he chose not to. He had no idea if the infected were nested in the dark shafts of the elevator. So he took the stairway. He went down 36 flights before reaching the ground floor.

He stepped outside, the sun was directly above the city. It was like a ghost town, abandoned cars, newspapers, silence. Only wind made the littlest ammount of noise. The ground in the city was starting to crack up, nature was starting to push its way through the concrete, slowly and surely. It made Andrew think, funny how nature still continues. It will slowly turn the city in the forest, everyone will die and the earth will be like it was 15 million years ago.

Andrew would grab a car to get to the next block, however, being afraid of the sound it might make he'd rather go by foot. He got out his gun and armed it, and walked down the street towards the food store. Stay out of the shadows, he thought to him self. He needed to stay out of shadows, any undead could surprise attack him, and thats something he didn't need. He continued walking, past some destroyed construction work and more abandoned cars.

[RMERRITT]

Jeff grabbed his pistol and his knifeand walked into one of the bedrooms and started to look for a bag. In the corner of the room was a backpack, he picked it up and slung it over his shoulder. He closed the door and walked back into the bedroom, he walked over to the fire escape and climbed down. Jeff grabbed his map of the area and looked it over then started to Run in the direction of the nearest super market. As he looked up at the sun he thought how much time was left until night."Ok it'll take me about an hour and a half to get there. God damn i wish i had a watch. Itll probably be dark by the time i get back."

As Jeff ran he started to hear the infected everywhere. He drew his pistol and kept running. As he passed an alley he saw a person huddled up against the wall."Hello...are you alright?" there was no answer."Do you have a problem?" No answer."Screw that its dead." He continued on his way to the market.

[Klaykid]

Brian ran passed trees and fog. More trees and fog. He wasn't sure if he had been running around in circles or going the right way. The infected disappeared, Brian wasn't sure if this was a good sign. He then heard foot steps walking twords his position, closer, closer, untill they stopped. Brian turned in a 360 and saw nothing. The mist really distorted his vision for he couldn't see anything. Brian turned around calmy and was face to face with an infected. The infected had no bottom jaw, its tongue slunped down as blood poured from its wound. Its eyes were dialated, and his fleash seemed to be rotting a little. Brian tripped over a fallen tree as he tried to run away. The infected tried to make a bite when his head suddently blew up. Pieces of his face and bone flew in all directions. Jacob appeared behind the mess.

"You crazy bast_rd, think before you panic."

"Oh yeah, the squad...I forgot..."

"Dipshit"

Jacob and Brian waited for the squad to catchup to their position. Jackson radioed Jacob. "Jenkins, found that dumbass yet?"

"Yes sir"

"We found the crash site, about one hundred yards away from you."

Jacob and Brian ran twords where they were directed. The osprey was torn in half, its crew lay on the ground scattered. Cargo and supplys litteres the ground. A couple of trees were torn in half and on fire. The pilot stood beside Jackson, he was the only survivor. "Great, we more ammunition, but no food." Alice said. Brian ran in and said "Well I actually raided a shop yesterday. Enough provisions for everybody back at the roadblock".

The squad took all the ammo they could carry and with the pilot, headed back twords the roadblock.

[Tawl]

(Conversations posts tidied up.

Right couple of pointers as some people are confused.
- Quarantine has nothing to do with Apocalypse Day. While some people are using the same characters, there is nothing connecting the two.
- While I have no problem with people controlling NPCs, as I'm very guilty of creating loads of them myself, be careful with how many you choose to create and try not to create them for the sake of it.
- Major events, like the destruction of the Statue of Liberty, are not to occur unless I am consulted. Same goes for that apparent message of a human refuge.
- Kenneth, watch your time shift. You mentioned two weeks past in your post, though I'm unsure if that was meaning it had been two weeks since you started or not.
- All be sure to pay attention to the time of day. I'll be making sure I post frequently with the time so don't worry.

End message)

Michael stepped back outside into the early afternoon sun, his bag heavier than when he had gone in. The majority of goods the dairy had stocked had spoiled in the state of neglect they had been left in but he had taken four extra water bottles. Looking up at the street signs he made a mental note of the dairy's location.
"Halfway down Lambert Road crossing from Tennyson Street." He said to himself. He would mark it down on the map back at his apartment as there were still supplies inside he could use and he planned a return journey with the proper carry gear. As for now it was time to return to his apartment.

Michael checked his watch.
"2:24" He said to himself as the digital screen flicked forward a minute. He should be able to make it back home with plenty of time. He set off at a jog down the road, keeping a careful eye out for infected. They usually weren't around during the hours closest to midday, but you could never be too careful.

[Silitor]

Felix was sweating profusely and was heavily panting now, as he stood in the middle of a ring of dead infected bodies, bleeding, some cut in half, and most of their brains spilling out. Fatigue had finally dulled his rage. He fell to the ground, knees weak. He had probably killed thirty, owing all to the fact he didn't care if he died. If he did, he would be with Claire anyway.

Felix started to cry again. All the rage that burned within him a minute ago had been dampened and replaced with emptiness. He thought that for now it would be okay to return to his basement, and continue killing the infected another day.

He slumped himself on his couch, and looked to the side, where he saw the now dead Claire, who had her head lying at a precarious angle. Felix sighed emptily, and then pulled a cloth over her. He looked at himself. I'm covered in blood. He then went to the toilet and started to undress. He then took a big bottle of water, and started to pour it over himself. He thought that the water would help clear his mind. But each and every drop seemed to make his troubles ever so much heavier.

After he was clean of blood, he took a fresh set of clothes from his closet, which seemed to be running out of clean ones. I'll have to start using Claire's clothes soon. Haha. Felix then sat down on his couch once again, and started to think. Putting on a very pensive expression on his face.

What do i have to live for? I don't even know if i CAN make it to the Agency alive, i only killed that many because i was so angry. And still am.But can i keep it up till i reach the agency? No matter how much this fire inside of me burns, I still am human, and i will get tired. What do i have to live for NOW?!?

He contemplated for another second, then decided that he should live just because that was what Claire would have wanted him to do. She had given her life to save that man. So that he could live, and she also wanted him to kill her so that he would live, and so that she would not kill him.

He knew what he would do. Find the reason for the Solanum virus, and a way to solve it. So that no one else would have to suffer as he did. No one else. And also, if he could, try to kill some more infected, he knew they were suffering, (He thought) , and so he would save them. Yes. That's what i'll do. But for now. I'll let my body rest. He lay down on his couch, and saw his digital clock on the table in front of him. 2:30 pm.

(Btw, Do you control the weather too Tawl? Just askin.) (Herein? Who uses that anymore lol)

[Mattbot]

Max saw the group of zombies stumbling up the road, he counted 27 of then chocking up the street, there was no way past them.
He sat behind the dumpster and loaded his shotgun, if he could take them by surprise he could create a gap before they filled it up in time.
He was about to jump out when his cover was blown, a sharp barking sound to his left, he turned to see that stray dog, it had followed him up the street.

The zombies turned and started walking towards his position, Max looked around frantically for an exit, he spoted a large steel fence which he quickly climbed over.
He landed on the other side and watched as the zombies started to devour the poor dog, he turned around in disgust only to see a dark alleyway.
Max had no choice but to venture in and hope for an exit to the streets, if he waited for the zombies behind him to leave he could be there all night and he didnt want to be around when it was dark.

[Polo]

Andrew sighed an looked up. In front of him was the food store. He made it. The windows were smashed in, glass scattered on the floor. He took a step into the store. The lights were out, the only source of light was streaming through the broken windows at the front of the store.

"Stay out of the darkness..." Andrew murmered to himself "They love the darkness..." He took a step forward towards an isle and grabbed some tins of tuna off of the nearby shelf. He looked around "Milk... I want it." he couldn't see any. "Milk... Milk... Milk" Andrew repeated to himself, over and over. Then, he saw some. Not fresh milk, that would of gone off. Powdered Long life milk. Andrew walked down the isle, making sure he didn't step into the shadows just at the end of the isle. He grabbed the milk and turned around. "Cereal!" he gasped, he took some and went towards the store till. He put the food on the conveyer belt to see how much it cost. '£5.25' read the LED screen. "Sorry Joe, I'm afraid I didn't get paid this week. Just put it on my tab will ya?" Andrew said to himself.

Andrew grabbed a paper bag hanging from the end of the conveyer belt and put his goods inside it. He stepped back outside and took a deep breathe, and began to walk back towards his apartment.

[Klaykid]

The squad ran in a horror induced panic, out of formation they were screwed. The rush back to the roadblock was like a free-for-all, jumping over falled trees, tripping over brush, even screaming. Infected just ccame from all over the place. The infected chased the squad from the downed osprey back to the roadblock. The squad climbed over the humvees and sandbags and pretpared for the fight. Rick, Alice and Brian were upfront, Jackson armed with a SAW stood behind the gate and Samuel was in the watchtower sniping. The infected rushed the front gate, and a hail of bullets rained apon them. Jackson opened fire on the first one that got near the gate ripping the infected apart. Samuel spotted an infected...trying to climb over the humvee? Samuel sniped him so that the other infected couldn't get any ideas. But could they really think after all?

Brian jammed his rifle, Alice reloaded, Rick threw a grenade made out of thermite he found in the plane. The smell of scorched fleash surrounded the squad as an unfortunate infected was burned alive...or dead...

"God damn it! Why am I jamming this f__king thing so much!" Brian screamed.

"To the left, no my left!" Rick barked.

"Shut up I see him!" Alice replied.

"Concentrate on the enemy dipsh_ts!" Jackson retorted.

Samuel sighed and said to himself "How the hell was I placed in this platoon anyway?"

[Killervirus]

Day 45.

Our supplies are running low, Kevin says we'll have to seek for food in a short time. Lisa says she'd rather die from hunger than get out of the house. John says... Well he didn't say anything, he just choked on the small biscuit he was eating. That said enough.
I was to thirsty to say anything, but in truth, I didn't wanted to leave.
Two days before, two zombies broke in. We got them down, but most of our water bottles spilled on the floor. It hasn't rained for four days, and we can't see any water from the house. Not even a slight puddle. I wonder if we'll be able to find any water. We can't waste the little we got on washing, so we're all stalling around the house in dirty clothes and with grim expressions. Still nothing more from the radio than buzzes.
It's been 45 days now. I can't remember the last time I went in the garden.
I wish I didn't wondered if I was insane yet.

My hand shakes as I wrote down the last sentence. Was I insane yet? Damn, right, stop wondering. Lisa groans behind me, despite the fact she has done nothing the whole day, the last month actually, she is exhausted. She had crumbled on the couch and had immediatly fallen asleep.
Probably dreaming about a nice greasy steak, with a nice sauce, vegetables and a good, refreshing glass of wine. Ah crap, I'm drooling again. My stomach rumbles and my vision momentarily blurs. So hungry, so desperate.
I hear Kevin shout something downstairs, and John shout something back. The word "thirsty" falls.
Jezus Christ, I'm so thrirsty. I'd drink my own urine, to bad there's nothing left to urinate.
I cough as I write one more sentence down.

God doesn't exists.

[Varthonai]

(At what time of day are infected likely to start attacking en masse? Like, trying to break through barricades and stuff?)

[Klaykid]

(I don't know, but I used sound to attract infected)

[Varthonai]

(I don't know, but I used sound to attract infected)

(Klaykid, why the hell would I want to ATTRACT infected?!)

[Klaykid]

(What I ment was I, to make conflict, used sound to attract infected. Such as the distinct sound of a V-22 osprey in flight. So if we think about things a little, infected are usually mindless right? Then if so, things that attrack a baby's attention would attract infected. For example sounds, shining or flashing objects, light in a dark area as in a flash light in pitch blackness, im not so sure about smell. Understand-O?

Then again according to Tawl's first post, they get more aggressive at night. So they would, I guess, attack en masse at night)

[Varthonai]

(Well thanks, Klay. That answered a grand total of zero of my questions.)

(Btw, this should only continue in PM, otherwise it's just more side conversation for Tawl to clean up.)

Ted was what you’d call a "man of conviction."

It wasn’t that he was certain of his righteousness. Even though he was a sick, psychopathic bastard, he wasn’t delusional. He knew damn well that he was on the toll-free highway to Hell. The thing that he had conviction about wasn’t righteousness; it was clarity of purpose.

Clarity of purpose! It was the one thing that eluded so many people yet held the key to true happiness! One must simply know what they’re here to do, and enjoy doing it. Ted knew what he was here to do, and he loved doing it more than anything else in the world. And hey, he might be on the toll-free highway to Hell, but how bad could Hell be compared this sh*thole?

"...the first man that leapt; cried ‘Hell is empty, / And all the devils are here,'" quoted Ted to himself, thoughtfully. Afternoon routine again. I suppose I’d better move Eric into combat position.

Ted’s landlord had kept a large stock of firewood for years, preferring natural fire over gas-powered burners. It had served Ted well over the past several weeks since the infection first started spreading, in a wide variety of ways. He would get some of that in a moment…

Ted headed downstairs and lifted the white butcher paper off of Eric’s nearly-skeletal corpse. “Wake up, Eric. We’ve got work to do.”

The slick mess of blood and bones slid down one side of the chair. Ted rolled his eyes. “Don’t play live, Eric. It’s even worse than when you play dead. You don’t look the slightest bit like you’re sleeping; the lack of skin and flesh is a dead giveaway. Face it, man, acting was never your best career option. I would know—I’m a Shakespeare professor.”

Ted bent down and picked up Eric’s slippery, reddened body. “But there’s hope for you yet. I’ve got a different job for you.”

With the limp body over his shoulder, Ted left his apartment and climbed higher up the building, walking to the top floor. This was the landlord’s apartment—Ted had eaten the last of him a long time ago, and stolen the keys. He fumbled in his pocket and unlocked the door, stumbling inside and over to a broken window.

Ted leaned Eric’s upper body out of the window and then went over to the closet in the back of the landlord’s apartment. There it was; his trusty can full of flammable fluid, waiting to be poured in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire.

Ted poured a healthy amount of gasoline all over Eric’s corpse, letting it soak into the pores of his bones and the scant remains of his flesh. Then he went into the landlord’s living room and found the firewood stashed underneath the rug. He picked up a few logs and set them down near Eric’s body before fastening them with flameproof nylon bungee cords that he’d found in an apartment downstairs. Equipment from the trunk of some kid who’d been planning to go to summer camp, no doubt. Poor little fella… the boy was probably one of the walking dead by now.

Hm, thought Ted, surveying his work. I can be more creative than this. This is a special day. I’ll go rummage around and see what else I can find.

Ted turned and walked out of the apartment. “Stay put, Eric! Don’t go wandering off.”

[Killervirus]

(Zombies sometimes roam alone, sometimes, they roam in large groups. Mass attacks will only occur when one of those large groups spot you, wich can be any time in the day, and completly relies on coincidence . It's not like a council of zombies get together and are:
"Look, we spotted a barricaded house in Golf Street, 32. I want battalion 4 and 6 attack from the street, while battalion 17 attacks from the roof. And send in Ron's squadron to go through that one window. They won't expect that. Attack's planned for tomorow. Any questions?"
It all depends of the number of zombies in your area. If one spots you, he might howl to attract all other zombies in the area. And yes, night might influences how many zombies they are in one pack. At least, that's what I think. I based these theories on the game : "Dead Rising".)

(Anyway, I read a few books about zombies, and played the game Dead Rising, and I read and saw some are able to vomit zombie attracting slime on you. Is that in the RPG to? Same goes with extremly fast and intelligent zombies that crawl over walls.
Just a suggestion, this would make combats probably more spicy, as the Hunters crawl over walls, attack you from above, flank you or block your path, rather than to combat slow-moving drooling zombies.)

So thirsty. We finished our last water bottle. We'll have to leave now, if we don't want to die from thirst. Or to much filth on our faces. My brother is still in the basement. He didn't got out for a few days now. He's so frustrated that he gets no other signal. He broke one of our mirrors yesterday. Heh, he was so angry. Whatever, we didn't need that mirror anymore. Noone wants to see how his own face turned to shit, no?
A few moments ago, I kept repeating to myself:
ice-cold coke
ice-cold coke
ice-cold coke
Ha, ice-cold coke is actually coke flavored ice!
ha ha
ha ha
ha

[Mattbot]

Max cursed himself for not bringing a torch with him as he slowly walked up the alleyway, he couldnt see a thing through this narrow path.
He took a few more steps before he heard movement up ahead, a rat? or worse. Max lifted up his shotgun and aimed straight down the alley, although he hated wasting amo, if there was a zombie ahead he would kill it or at the least get a quick glimpse at his surroundings.

He pulled the trigger being knocked back a meter by the recoil, he got a quick look at the alley and spoted a half decayed infected. the zombie was missing both eyes and had its rib cage torn open, it was still wearing some blood soaked jeans and shoes.
The infected fell to the ground with a satisfying squelch, Max didnt know where he had hit it, he didnt want to check.

Max carried on up the alleyway unchallenged.

[Tawl]

(Kenneth I've tidied up your posts, I recommend holding back until the tutorials are put back up which may help you)


(Btw, Do you control the weather too Tawl? Just askin.) (Herein? Who uses that anymore lol)

(Yeah I guess I do for now. As this progresses I'll probably become a little lapse and let others controls certain elements. And I use it, big literary fag that I am. :)

Now as far as the infected go, KV basically has it almost right. While they are not affected by light, they are less frequent during the day, especially between 11am to 3pm when the light is strongest, on average at least. At night they become much faster and much more alert to surroundings and others. Factors like weather can change this pattern by changing light levels, but that's just being complicated for now, which is why I made it sunny.

They'll never attack intelligently en masse, but infected may follow other infected if they are tracking something. Klaykid is right though, if it would get a baby's attention it would get an infected's attention.

Oh and by the way, I'm treating the first day or two as a good time to really introduce your characters, their locations, etc. Things'll happen in due time don't worry.)

The door of the apartment stairwell creaked as Michael pushed it shut behind him, sliding the deadbolt across. He walked down the dilapidated hallway to his door past the other three of 5A, 5B and 5D. He hadn't seen his neighbours since the infection broke out. They had either fallen victim or had evacuated in time. In either case Michael hadn't entered their apartments yet out of respect for his former friends.

He arrived outside his door of 5C and pulled his keys from his pocket. One by one he unlocked the five locks he had installed on the door. Around twenty five days ago he had broken into a hardware store and stolen a number of different lock types. The ones he hadn't completely broken he had installed on his door, as well as the deadbolt in the on the stairwell entrance. The last key turned and the lock clicked open. Michael turned the handle and opened the door, stepping inside his apartment. Closing the door behind him he re-locked the three lockes which came through the door. Finally he slid another deadbolt in place.

[Silitor]

Felix woke up with a jolt. He just had a nightmare of Claire being eaten up by a zombie. His heart swelled with rage again, he picked up his sword, but stopped at the ladder. Be practical Felix. You can't keep doing this. You're still tired. Sit down. And think. Think. His conscience was right. He couldn't keep doing this. He reached for his refridgerator for something to drink, and was midly surprised to find nothing. He sighed. At least now he knew what to do.

He rummaged through Claire's pockets, and found her hand gun. He unloaded the cartdridge, then went over to their ammunition box where alot of ammunition lay there, unused. He then reloaded the gun, and repeated the process with his own gun. He then strapped them both to his belt, and stuffed a few extra magazines in his pocket. He was ready to run for the supermarket. He took one last look at Claire's covered body, and started to climb up his ladder.

[RMERRITT]

Jeff stopped at an intersection and sat down. he took a quick look at his map then the streetsigns."Ok im halfway there, better keep going."As he left the bench he heard footsteps near him "Hello?" the footsteps stopped. Then he saw the infected as it walked out from behind a house. It was missing an arm and one of its eyes was hanging out of its socket. Jeff lowered his pistol, instead of wasting ammo he decided to keep running.

As he ran jeff noticed an appartment building with a sign hanging down that read "Please help". Jeff kept running "i'll help em on the way back i dont think theyll want to help run my errands."

[Klaykid]

(Don’t play live, Eric, that line made me laugh)

The area around the roadblock smelled like charred fleash, smoke from gunfire, overheated metal and something rotting. The road was filled with the remains of the infected and spent shell casings. Jackson took the radio and started to repeat a messege in all channels. "This is the first platoon, Victor squad. Does anyone read me? Over. I repeat, this is-" The whole squad herd screams coming from the radio tent. Jacksons screams of pain. Brian approached the tent and lifted one flap. "Sarge you ok?". Infront of Brian was the pilot of the osprey bitting the neck of Jackson. Brian's body froze in terror of the sight infront of him. Rick walked up from behind Brian and said "Whats going on?".

Quickly he drew out his M9 sidearm and shot the pilot four times, three body shots and one headshot. The pilot fell to the ground lifeless...or whatever you would call a zombie that just died. Jackson covered up his neck wound with his right hand and walked grimly over twords the gate. Jackson then climbed up to the top of the front entrance. "You know what you have to do" he said. Rick walked out of the tent area and over to Jackson. "What are you talking about sarge, we'll find a medic and-"

"No! You remember what happened to Sutters. He was bit by one of those damned things and he turned into one."

"But sarge I can't-"

"Do it private, thats an order"

Rick slowly drew up his M9 and pointed it at Jackson's head, his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Sarge...I-I-I really can't-"

"DO IT PRIVATE!"

Rick screamed as he pulled the trigger, a round shot from the M9 and trailed straight through Jackson's head. Brain matter gushed out of the back of Jackson's head as he slowly fell to the ground, a corpse.

Rick's fingers sloly loosened its grip on the handle of the M9. The pistol fell from Rick's hand onto the cold ground below. Rick dropped to his knees as he held his head. Alice put her hand apon his shoulder and said "Lets leave this sad place. All of us.". At the moment that seemed like the best idea. Samuel, Alice, Rick, Jacob, and Brian all loaded whats left of anything and marched back into the city hoping to find anything or anyone. Brian on the other hand didn't want to leave but considering he rather not be alone when darkness rises he packed his stolen provisions, his rifle, and ran off after the squad who left him behind. Brian looked into his last magazine. Only half remained.

[Mattbot]

Max walked out into the burning light, he let out a huge sigh of relief and leaned back against a wall. He looked at his surroundings and realised that he was standing in front of the park where he and his wife used to take their son on hot summer days.Max shook his head and woke back up to reality, his family are safe, all he has to do is survive for them.

Max walked away from the abandoned park and headed for the super market. It only took him a few minuits before he found the store, he wlked in through the broken glass window that he had made on his first visitand started to search the store. "Its a shame that most of this has allready expired" he thought to himself as he looked at the mouldy bread and cheese, Max filled his bag to the brim with chocolates, noodles and anything else that was still edible.

He zipped up his bag and left the store, tomorrow he will have to search for anouther store. Max took a different route home to avoid the large zombie horde he had encountered earlier.

[Silitor]

Felix walked closer to the supermarket, he always used to come here and irritate the cashier. Bob, who had probably been eaten. When it was finally in sight, he noticed that there were many zombies lumbering around, with no goal. He walked into the middle of them, and pulled out both his pistols. I wonder how humanity could have been overthrown by these lumbering, slow things. The military would have made short work of them right...? (At this point, Felix still does not know what happens to them in the night.)

He aimed at two zombies, and shot them inbetween the eyes. Attracted by the sound, a few more came lumbering at him. He enjoyed killing them. He would never forget what they did. (This gives my character a reason to kill them btw.) He spun around, blasting the zombies brain's out. After killing 18 of them, all dead in a circle around him, his magazines finished.

Felix clicked a cache on the gun, the magazines slid out and fell with a loud thud onto the ground, and he then reloaded them with a click. Suddenly he realised that one of them which he had shot in the mouth started to crawl towards him. Oh right, Brains only. With that, he unsheathed his sword, and pierced through its brain into the hard concrete floor. Blood stained his sword. He pulled it out violently, leaving the zombie a dead(er) corpse. Felix smiled with satisfaction and returned his sword to its sheath, as he walked into the supermarket.

[Polo]

Screams.. Andrew could hear screams. "Oh god" He said to himself "They're coming for me" He held tight to the food he had gathered and started to run towards his now visible apartment building door. He kept running. But why? Why were the infected out at this time of day? Something must of startled them. He kept running, clinging onto the bag. RIP! Andrew turned around, his milk had fallen out the bottom of the bag. He stood there, he didn't know if he should go back to the milk and risk his life, or go another day without it. "Shit..." He said to himself, He couldn't do it. He ran back towards the milk, some infected ran around the corner in the distance towards him "SHIT!" He grabbed the milk and hanged onto it for dear life, turned and ran back towards the apartment.

Crash! Andrew came through the apartment door, he dropped his goods, turned around and locked the door. He barricaded the lock with a chair and sat down. Holding the Milk, shaking. A tear ran down his face... He got back up and wiped his face, collected his cereal and tuna tins and proceeded to walk back up stairs towards his room on the 37th floor.

[Klaykid]

All that was left of the squad was Alice, Samuel, Rick, Jacob and Brian. The squad left the roadblock a while ago and headed for the city. Brian started to think, Why are we going back to New York? We can just leave the state all together and be free of harms way. Just then a bullet from a M40 sniper rifle bounced off of an iron plate landing just above Brian's head. "Sniper!" called out Jacob. As the rest of the squad moved into cover, Rick pulled out his 50.cal he took from the roadblock and aimed for the sniper. The sniper was hidden in a clocktower just meters away from the squad. Slowly the crosshairs on the scope had a perfect shot for the sniper.

A lone man who looked depressed sat in a clocktower found a squad of marines and thought to himself. You took my wife away, i'll take your lifes you horrid infected! The sniper aimed for the woman in the front and fired off a round. The round missed her head and ricochet from an iron plate.

Rick breathed slowly and remembered the words that his spotter would have said. Wait for the wind to die down, be patient and wait for the perfect shot. Fire, fire, fire. Rick shot a round.

The man aimed for the squad who was now moving twords cover. The guy only saw four of the five marines. He looked around for the last marine and found the guy, aiming for him. "F_ck" said the man as a round pierced through his scope to his eye, spraying his brains all over the wall behind him.

Got you. But why was a man shooting at us? Rick looked for the rest of the squad and ran over to them. Rick ran to meet the rest of the squad who was now discussing their current position.

[RMERRITT]

Jeff was moving up on the store. There was no detectable movement outside of it so he ran up to the door as quickly as possible. The stores windows had been broken, Jeff drew his pistol and entered. He found the canned food aisle and scooped as much food and water as possible into the pack."ok now i need medicine." He ran to the pharmacy and climbed over the counter after geting what he needed he started on his way back to the boarding house.

As jeff left through the door an infected tackled him and tried to bite at his throat. he held it back by putting his forearmunder its neck. Jeff reached down and pulled out his knife with his right hand and jabbed it through the side of the beast's head. Jeff pushed the now motionless body off of him, grabbed his pistol and his pack and continued toward his house.

[Tawl]

(Careful Klaykid, your starting to create a major story twist there. PM me about it.)

Michael pulled the curtains in his apartment and let the afternoon sun light the room. Electricity still worked in his apartment, but he didn't know for how much longer he could enjoy that luxury and so used as little of it as he could. Walking over to the kitchen he set his bag down on the counter and removed the four water bottles, stowing them in the cupboard above the fridge. Doing a quick count he figured he had around thirty full bottles in store, it would last him for a short while, but nothing lasted as long as you'd like it to.

He took his camera out of the bag and checked the picture count. The number dial read seventy-five, the film had finished. He wound the film backwards until he heard the familiar click as it detached itself from the camera's internal mechanism. Opening the back of the camera he removed the film and zipped it into his jacker pocket. He had another side trip to make on his second outing.

Michael check his watch. It was just after three. If he left now he should be able to be back home in ample time before nightfall. He walked over to the the closet and removed a rucksack. He had stolen it from a military surplus store early on after the infection. It was too large for him to use on a regular basis, and he could only imagine how heavy it would be if fully filled, but it had been incredibly useful for supply sweeps. He swung both straps over his right shoulder and took his keys from his pocket. Heading towards the door he turned and grabbed his camera, putting the strap around his neck and zipping it into his pocket next to the film.

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Michael locked the last of the locks on his door and turned down the hallway. Again passing the three closed doors of his former neighbours. He didn't know what it was that kept him from breaking into their apartments, it could save him a few supply trips. But there was some part of his morality that stopped him.
"Although morals are certainly in question at the moment." He chuckled to himself.
As he walked towards the stairwell door he noticed the grey steel doors of the elevator. It hadn't operated since the outbreak, although he didn't understand why. He was no mechanic in either case, so there was probably little he could do. Still, he noted it down in his mind as something he should look into, as he always did. And as always he always found something else to do instead, maybe it was for the best. He opened the stairwell door and walked down the stairs, the door chain light clinking against the wall behind him.

[Klaykid]

The squad had made Brian the new scout since they consider him useless. They would now send him out and check the area before the rest of the squad would advance. Brian climbed from brick to brick on the old clocktower from where the sniper was. Brian looked down, and noticed that he was roughly about fifty feet above the ground. He sighed and continued his advance to the guy's body. Brian grabbed what he thought was another brick, but was a human hand. "F_CK!" he screamed. Brian threw the human hand to the ground below.

Jacob stood guard at the door to the clocktower's entrance. "F_CK!". Jacob ran inside and was greeted by a falling human hand wich landed hard infront of him. The hand shattered into many pieces as its skin crunched and fleash ripped apart. Jacob looked up to Brian climbing. "What the hell was that?" Jacob called.

Brian was shocked by the fact that he grabbed a human hand, almost to the point of letting go and falling to his death. Brian heard Jacob calling out to him. "Don't worry, it...its just some dead guy's hand" Brian answered. Brian made sure to grab the right brick and pulled himself up to a wooden platform with gears and cogs everywhere above it. A corpse of a woman rested in the center of the circular platform. Apperently it was the guy's wife. Bite marks were seen on it's arm, and a bullet wound in it's head. An pistol rested gently in its right hand. Brian felt pity for the person. Beside it lay a picture of her and the shooter.

It was a long trip up from the bottom but Brian reached the top of the tower. It was like a brick floor. The guy's blood and now dry and crusty brain matter covered the wall behind him. Around him was an empty ammo crate. Disguarded shells and empty tins of food littered the floor, apperently he had been stuck up there for weeks.

Brian grabbed the M40 sniper rifle and looked through it for any possible areas that were safe to live in. Through the 10x scope he saw a gun shop. Nope, not there. Don't want to run into anybody weilding rifles. Then Brian turned and saw a supermarket. Yeah, and meet up with a lot of infected people who once thought hiding in a market would save their skins.

Brian sighed and checked the rifle for any remaining rounds. Only one. Brian decided to carry the damned thing back down the clocktower as he swung the rifle strap over his shoulder and started his decent.

Jacob turned around and was met face to face with Brian. Brian handed him the pitcure and said "The guy, and his wife". Jacob looked in confusion as he pockted the picture.

The squad made a circle, Alice was decided to be the new squad leader.

"Brian, what'cha find?"

"Some crazed guy and his wife."

"Find any good areas?"

"Nope"

"We're screwed" Samuel inturrupted.

Alice gave a sigh and said "Well its still daylight. Lets atleast find a good place to stay before night."

The squad gathered all their supplys and headed out. After Brian slipped on his rucksack, Rick noticed the M40.

"Whats with the rifle?"

"Eh, thought I would keep it for fun"

[Tawl]

(Re-Opened)

Michael jogged at a light pace down the street, the army rucksack slung over his shoulder. He mentally checked off his list in his mind.
"First, return to the dairy and resupply on provisions.
Secondly, find the nearest photo supplies store and collect equipment and develop photos.
Finally, be sure to have returned home well before six."
The plan was simple enough, but he had to stick to it.

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He rounded the corner at Tennyson Street and saw the dairy down the road. As he got closer he saw the door swinging open in the light breeze, just as he had left it.
"Wait..." He said to himself. He hadn't left the door open.
As it swung past, he silently grabbed it with his hand. The jingly of the bell immediately stopped. Standing in the doorway, he peered into the dimness, he couldn't see anything. Stepping inside he pulled the door quietly shut behind him, sealing off much of the afternoon sun, but also putting an end to any unwanted noise.

He stepped quietly and carefully around the shelves. As he passed the check out counter, the smell of decaying blood hit him again and he wheezed as he pulled his jacket dollar over his nose. Looking down the aisles he noticed a streak of blood along the floor. Kneeling down he examined it, but made sure he was was careful not to touch it. The infection could be spread via blood and other bodily fluids, but the toxin, or whatever it was not airborne.

Although the blood trail was dry, it had a slight shine to it. It had not dried that long ago. Michael stood up and checked the shelf next to him.
"Dishwashing liquid." He noted to himself, this was where he had shot the infected storekeeper not long before. Except the body was no longer there.
"It couldn't have moved itself." Michael thought. "It was shot in the head, there is no way it could still be moving by itself."
Then he realised, if it wasn't moving by itself, someone else must have done it.
"Someone, or something." He added to himself.

[RMERRITT]

As Jeff was exiting the parking lot he heard the all too familiar sound of car tires screeching on the asphalt, then a loud crash. the noise was close he started to run in the general direction of the sound not wanting to be too late should there be a survivor in the car. As he rounded the street corner he saw the car had crashed through the front doors of a bank. As Jeff approached the car he did see a person he had passed out and was leaning on the steering wheel. Both windows were rolled up jeff took out a can of baked beans and bashed one of the windows open, the car alarm went off echoing through the streets."Thats definitely going to attract some unwanted attention." He said. He leaned in and Checked the pulse of the driver, it was very faint.

"Maybe i should just leave him." he said to himself

"No not again. Im not going to be responsible for the death of another person."

"I cant carry him itll take me twice as long to get home and itll be dark before i get there."

But as jeff was contemplating whether or not to save this mans life it became very clear that the man was alive but barely he had been bitten on the wrist and had gone into a coma."Guess that settles it." Jeff muttered to himself. As he walked away from the car the infected were starting to show up. it was only two or three now but in an hour it could be dozens of them.

[Tawl]

(I've made edits Kaza, how about that for a compromise?
And Vart, by any chance is the name Morgensen inspired by Dexter Morgan?)

Michael slipped the army rucksack off his shoulder and placed it quietly on the ground. Reaching his right hand around his back he gripped his fingers over the grip of his gun. Stepping forward quietly he followed the blood trail as it wound around the end of the aisle. The trail lead through a door marked 'Staff Only'. The door was open a fraction. Pressing himself against the hinge side of the frame Michael lightly pushed the door open.

The room was dark, but he could make out that it was some kind of storage room. The smell of rotten flesh was stronger and he forced himself to not throw up. Stepping through the door his head brushed against a piece of string hanging from the roof. As he brushed it away he accidentally pulled on it turning the light on in the storage room. He blinked rapidly as he tried to help his eyes adjust to the sudden light change. In the centre of the room lay the body of the store owner, mutilated and bloody. More so than before.

Michael turned off the light and left the storage room. The dairy was empty, but the movement and mutilation of the dead body unnerved him.
"Who would do that?" He thought to himself. It didn't make sense that someone living would move a body and mutilate it. It put them at risk of contracting the infection, and side from that they didn't really stand to gain anything.
He shook his head, he could think about it later. Right now he had a time schedule he had to keep. Running his eye along the shelves he pulled three cans down from the top.

[Wadling]

Name: Samuel Harland
Age: 47
Profession: NYPD officer, rank: Deputy Chief
Location: His house downtown, two floors, 16 rooms

Bio: Sam joined the force at the age of 29 and rose through the ranks, he was a respected member of the department. He had a wife and son, both were killed during the initial panic. After that he swore he would protect as many people as he could during the epidemic.

Appearance: Still wears his uniform as his own way of paying respect to his dead friends. Scruffy black hair, was clean shaven but now features stubble. Scar on his neck where he was injured by a knife attack.

Personality: Helpful, is trying to keep as many people as he can safe. Deep down he is emotionally scarred which he tries to hide, but may surface.

Equipment: Smith & Wesson Model 64 .38 Special Revolver as well as his 9mm service pistol. One extra magazine for each. Handcuffs, pepper spray, baton. Pen and paper.

[Klaykid]

Brian was ahead of his squad, with his sniper he took point in searching for a suitable building where the squad could take temporary residence. He spotted a lone house that seemed like it was in perfect condition. The area around it was littered with trash, papers, cups, anything that would normally be inside of a house. The fences were all broken with blood splattered upon them. The grass was oddly green, greener than usual. Strange. The squad agreed to move into the building and decided to stay there for the day. Slowly Rick opened the door with his M9 at point. The door squeaked as it slowly opened letting Rick pass through. The house was dim, but the sunlight brightened things a bit, enough for Rick to see through. The rest of the squad moved through the house checking every nook and cranny before they all grouped up in the dining room.

"This place is good enough, we should make this place secure" said Jacob.

"We need to first block the windows and doors, Rick and Samuel you guys should do that. Brian and I will clear the basement and block the doors below."

And they all split up, Rick still in the attic checking for any signs of life.

[Varthonai]

Ted was what you’d call a “man of his word.”

This was not in the sense that he was particularly honest—it’s hard to be honest when you’ve spent most of your time on Earth living a violent double life—but rather in the sense that he was, in fact, a man who lived by the principles of a single word. That word was “cleanliness.”

Ted carefully scrubbed every last trace of Eric’s presence from his apartment until it shined like freshly-minted coin. Coin—which was, Ted reminded himself, far deadlier to the world than any killer could be. Coin and private property were the enslavers of the spirit.

Shakespeare knew that, too, Ted remembered. “There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls, / Doing more murders in this loathsome world, / Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. / I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none,” he quoted. “Brilliant stuff.”

After cleaning Ted went to his pantry to review his chemical weapons, bringing in his laptop to work. He had downloaded several pages on home-made explosives manufacture before the Net had gone down in the area, and it was days like this that they would prove particularly useful.

Ted had made a small amount of nitroglycerine a while back, mixing saltpeter and sulphuric acid with glycerol-based laundry detergent in a salt-ice bath; but nitroglycerine alone was dangerous in combat. It was volatile and could explode at the slightest vibration. So Ted was here today to turn his nitroglycerine into gelignite.

Explosions weren’t all that effective against zombies, really; at least not against individual ghouls. But that wasn’t their purpose. Their purpose was to attract attention—human attention. Ted’s last guest was dead; he needed new friends. And so he’d make a pretty light show for them to find… a pretty light show that they, themselves, would eventually participate in, just as poor Eric would now be.

Ted double-clicked the HTML document and read the details. He had all the ingredients at hand… so now, it was time to prepare the mix.

“But when the blast of war blows in our ears,” Ted murmured, “then imitate the action of the tiger; / Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, / Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage…”

[Wadling]

Sam stole a glance out his window, careful not the twitch the curtains, nothing was out there. There rarely was in the day. He walked downstairs into the kitchen, he checked the cupboards and fridge but found nothing. He sighed, he'd have to go scavenging for food again.

It's hard to protect citizens when you yourself are having difficulty eating and surviving. He didn't want to go, even if there were no infected around he felt like he was always being watched by something or someone.

He picked up his 9mm, baton and pepper spray. He pulled away the various pieces of wood, unlocked the chain and regular lock and opened the door. It stank of death, not that he really noticed any more, but there was something about this air, it was quiet, a deadly silence.

He went east and made for the nearest store.

[BoomStick]

Name: John Alfredo
Age: 26
Profession: Gardener
Location: Roof of apartment
Bio: John Alfredo is a boring single gardener, he sold the vegetables he grew on the roof of his apartment before the outbreak. He had a few friends in the floor below, most likely dead, or escaped in time.
Personality: Tries to be brave, but a coward at heart.
Appearance: blue geans, brown hair, astros baseball cap, white t-shirt.
Equipment: Spade, watering can, sharpened chunk of wood, kitchen knife.


Whaddaya think? i promise to be as sierious as i possibly can (pretty sierious) i wont joke around and i will stay relaistic.

[TorqueArcher]

Name: Jack Archer
Profession: Engineer
Age: 38

Equipment: Pistol and arc welder, but keeps other equipment at his lab.

Bio: Was working on machine that generated a solid energy shield, but it never worked. It just exploded. (Yay failure) A week before the virus hit he decided to try to make things that were Supposed to blow up, and he was good.

Stats: Intelligent, adept at making traps, and skilled with an arc welder

(Okay I'm here now)

[BoomStick]

John was working on his garden imagining himself slaying thousands of infected he heard a smack on the door to the roof, then a groaning sound... "what the fck was that!?!?" he screamed. He Quickly piled some flimsy lawn chairs and a small table onto the door and curled up in a ball and shivered.... he would go get a better lock tomorrow once the infected had left.

[Icy poisen]

name: Raymond (Ray for short)
age: 11
Proffesion: Junior theif

Bio: Left home by his parents when they were shoping as the infection spread. His father being an Army soldier who had recently come home a week before the outbreak his father tought him a bit on how to use a pistol and a glock wich he left in his room locked in the closet. His mother was a basic women who he loved and took care of him everyday. He is pretty decent at picking lock as well as pockets.The infection has got him fightened to do anything to stay alive but will refuse to seperate with anybody unless its required 100%.He might have a bit of a hard time following directions. He's pretty agile and focused when not scared.

equipment: Glock 5 magazines 8 bullets each a lock pick. An everyday back pack.

appearance: curly natrualy messy and black hair. Dark tanned skin few freckles. wears a hooded sweater no matter how hot it gets since it was a gift from his father.

[Mattbot]

(what time is it in this rpg?)

[Icy poisen]

(Oh yeah i should have asked tawl about that....gets confusing if everyone is saposed to be following the same timeline but it makes a better rpg)
Ray locked all the windows and doors as well as berricated the doors. he closed the curtains. not knowing how to cook he ate some cereal like everyday. He ate hurridly. he then went into has father's room to get the glock and the magazines. one slight problem though, the door was locked! It was a good thing Ray could picklocks. after he picked the lock he went into the closet and grabbed the glock and the magazines and loaded it. He hoped that his parents would arrive home soon and that no Infected were in the building.

[Klaykid]

Samuel, Jacob and Rick sat in what was originally the living room, chatting about their past and their families. Meanwhile Alice and Brian were still in the basement salvaging food supplies. The basement was dark, but a single candle light illuminated about a third of the place. Alice held up the candle to what seems to be a refrigerator. "Hey, I think I found something". Alice proceeded to slowly opened the door of the fridge, the rusty hinges squeaked loudly as the door opened to reveal fifty-day-old beer in the warm fridge. Mold had started to grow upon the moist sides of the dark fridge. "Nothin' but beer, and its bad I guess." Alice turned to Brian who was holding a couple of cans in his arms. "I found something, I'm not sure what it is but I hope we can eat it". Alice closed the fridge and walked to wards Brian. She took one of the tin cans and shook it slowly, Alice closely listened to the sounds it made and said "pork and beans.". What the heck? Brian was clueless about what just happened, but he didn't really care now that he was hungry.
***
Rick, Jacob, Alice, Brian and Samuel gathered around the dining table, they each were eating out of a can. "Now what are we going to do?" asked Rick. The area suddenly got silent. All chewing and movement stopped as everyone thought about their current situation. Or, at least the silence continued until Brian interrupted it by crunching on some chips he found. Everyone stared at Brian as he munched on the potato chips...and Alice started to laugh. A smile grew on Samuel's face and he too began to laugh. Rick couldn't help but to giggle too. Jacob just sat there thinking, "These guys are going insane". And Brian continued to eat his snack.

[Klawg]

I woke up in a rather dark room littered with cans, bottles, paper and several mattresses. I couldn't really remember where I was, or how I got here... And now that I think about it... I couldn't remember anything at all.

My head was spinning, and I felt groggy and confused, as if just waking from an eternal slumber not too long ago. I tried to lift my body, and a piercing pain hit the back of my head. I touched the back of it, and it felt slightly moist and slimy. When I inspected my hand, I saw that my fingers were red with nearly dried up blood.

"God, what the hell happened?"

I decided to inspect the area around me. Driven by curiosity, I slowly woke up and cleared my head. I was in a rather filthy room, littered all around. The only source of light came from a nearly-extinguished and bare lightbulb hanging on top of the ceiling, like a pendulum.

Then it came to me... who am I? Why am I here? Was I robbed? Kidnapped, maybe? God knows. I checked my pockets, and found my passport and ID. Interesting... Both yielded some very useful information to me.


Name: James Blackmore
Age: 26
Location: NY, Bradbury Street, 4/31 (I made a fictional name, I have never been to NYC).
Appearance: On the passport picture, I had brown straight hair of madium length, blue eyes and a black t-shirt. Just like now.

Now that that's been cleared up, I decided to get out of here, and get the situation cleared up. I tried opening the thick steel door. It didn't budge. I noticed a locking mechanism at the bottom, and pulled it in the other direction. Click. The door opened easily. I was standing before a long hallway with two doors. One was labeled "MAINTANENCE"; the other seemed like your average, everyday vandalized door.

I tried the vandalized one, but it was did not open. So naturally, I had to go into maintenance.

The room looked like a typical underground passage, just like in movies, all complete with red lamps. My only aim now was to get to get outside.

I was in the generator room now, and it was much more brightly lit then the previous room flooded with red light. As I walked on in the maze of generators, something jumped out behind the generator, and knocked me over, unexpectedly. I stumbled back a bit before falling, and then I saw it. It was horrible. It was a creature, apparently human, bleeding all over, lacerated skin and worn out, stumbling, and trying to approach me, a horrible sight, bathed in red light.

On instinct, I grabbed a thin pipe next to me, with a shiny red valve attached to it. I got up, ran toward the being, and started smashing it in the head with the slightly rusted pipe. Almost immediately, it tumbled to the ground, with me still hitting it, smashing its skull, crushing its brain, a bloody mess everywhere. It only took me a while to realize that it was dead.

When I did realize, however, I was surprised and horrified. I ran around the mess of generators and heaters, the whole room hot and musty with a rotting smell that I did not sense before. I finally found the next door, and burst out, pipe still in hand.

I didn’t realize how, but at one point I made it outside, though a passage to the basement, blinded with warm light and sunshine, as if a sudden hangover hit me in the brain, which forced me to drop my weapon. When I my eyes adjusted, I saw that the sun was right above head. It was noon.


(Time passed into noon, and I will not reveal all of my details now. Just read on and see).

[Tawl]

(Sorry guys, it's around about 4:00pm game time. I'll try and keep my posts updated with my character checking the time. I'm doing my best to keep it at a pace that most people can keep up with, but if you don't post for a while then you'll find time has moved forward. If this is the case, just skip ahead to that time and make a reference to whatever action you were doing being completed.

IcyPoison, this may be hard for you, but please do try and keep spelling and grammar as correct as you can while posting in the RPG. It can be hard to follow exactly what your character is doing if we can't understand it fully.)

The bag sat heavily on Michael's shoulder as he exited the dairy, leaving the door open behind him. He grunted and adjusted the strap so it sat better across his shoulder, making his chest take most of the weight. He had been careful in what he had taken, but it didn't stop the bag from slowing his pace. Inside he had put the remaining bottles of water from the fridge, in addition to other drinks that had not spoiled, as well as numerous cans of food, chocolate and an assortment of dehydrated meats. That was the biggest change for him since the infection, the lack of fresh fruit and vegetables. In their place he had started taking vitamin tablets daily.
"Well, the biggest change apart from the bloody obvious." He said to himself.

He walked down the street and was pleased to find that it was seemingly empty. Checking his watch he noted the time was 4:23. The street wasn't going to be deserted for long. Picking up his pace slightly, as much as he could under the weight of his pack, he headed towards his next destination.

[Varthonai]

(Sorry guys, it's around 4:00pm. I'll try and keep my posts updated with the time.)

(Are we using all aspects of zombies as described by Max Brooks? More specifically, will they continue to be attracted to dead meat for up to eighteen hours after death?)

[Average Joe]

Name: Steven Hitachi
Age:23
Occupation: Teaches various forms of martial arts
Location: His apartment on the 4th floor
Bio: Steven has been well trained in close quarters combat. can fight unarmed or with a striking weapons. however, he cannot use a firearm for his life, and prefers to get close, or just avoid a fight altogether. learned about the outbreak the hard way, he watched his wife turn and try to kill him. Since then, he has become cold and will not go out of his way to save any survivors.
Appearance: Gray eyes, tan skin, long straight brown hair, wears loose cargo pants and a tanktop.
Equipment: His house is filled with swords, staffs, nunchukai, and many other weapons, but he usually only carries a sword and tanto.


Steven sat, imagining a bone crunching beneath his blows. he could almost feel the sickening snap as he struck the elbow of an infected. He would have to try that move next time he got into a fight....If he wasn't bitten first.

"What the hell is going on here?" he shuddered. As he slowly got up, he heard someone running through the streets, shooting a 9mm.

"Someone, Help!" he heard a man scream

"Help yourself" Steven muttered and he sat, deciding which weapons he'd take with him on his next search for supplies.

[Varthonai]

Name: Steven Hitachi
Age:23
Occupation: Teaches various forms of martial arts
Location: His apartment on the 4th floor
Bio: Steven has been well trained in close quarters combat. can fight unarmed or with a striking weapons. however, he cannot use a firearm for his life, and prefers to get close, or just avoid a fight altogether. learned about the outbreak the hard way, he watched his wife turn and try to kill him. Since then, he has become cold and will not go out of his way to save any survivors.
Appearance: Gray eyes, tan skin, long straight brown hair, wears loose cargo pants and a tanktop.
Equipment: His house is filled with swords, staffs, nunchukai, and many other weapons, but he usually only carries a sword and tanto.

(Dude. You're cool. That's a good character AND a good username.)

(You should make an intro thread in the Intro Forum.)

[Tawl]

(Are we using all aspects of zombies as described by Max Brooks? More specifically, will they continue to be attracted to dead meat for up to eighteen hours after death?)

Blargh..... If I didn't mention it, pay it no heed. If it needs clarifying, just ask me.

[BoomStick]

John was sitting down on the roof listening, he hadnt heard much of the infected for a while... he was thinking about opening the door and checking. After a few more moments john couldnt stand it anymore, the curiosity of just too much, He pulled the flimsy lawn furniture form the door and opened it. The infected lunged out and tried to tackle john but instead missed, and went flying off the roof and crunched into the ground. John Shrieked in fright and jumped back from the door, then looked down where the infected had flown off the roof into the ground... a freakin mess of blood and guts and snapped bones potruding out.



John went down into the apartment, looking fro some good locks, he kicked at a door and pulled at the doorknob, it snapped to pieces from the rust, "piece of crap..." john said. he checked the stairwell door, a sturdy deadbolt lock, he realised he would need tools... this would have to be taken care of tommorow, so he went back to the roof, blocked up the door, and pulled up a carrot and munched away meditativly.

(cant think of a damn thing too exciting for him to do at the moment...)

[Icy poisen]

(Tawl you made that last post rhyme i can feel it in my bones. Oh and correcting my spelling won't be a problem i need to get used to typing slower and watch my spelling this thread might help with that.)
Ray noticed it was getting dark and that his parents might not come back home any time soon, or even at all. Ray noticed no sign of infected in the building so far. He had only about enough supplies to last him a while, he wasn't sure how long. He saw a bird swoop at the window. As it stared at him he noticed a deep scar on its wing but it still maniged to fly. He wondered if the infection could spread to flying animals and insects. He was somewhat sure that it might not get vulters since their stomach acid has been known to handle any bacteria on the earth so far. Ray made sure the doors and barricades were secure so nothing came in for him at night. He refused to go to sleep since he didn't know if it would be better or worse for him. (I've been wondering 2 things about the infection and animals. 1. i thought they only craved human flesh so why would they devour a dog? 2. could the infection spread to animals including vulters?)

[Klaykid]

(Spelling is not really so hard considering that this forum has a spell check option on the far right. It looks like abc and a check mark under it.)

Warning! Really dramatic romancy type of text ahead!

Even if it was the middle of the day, Rick, Samuel and Jacob slept. The marines were always awake before they left the barricade in fear that the infected would catch them off guard. Alice and Brian sat at the dining table, the candle light brightened so they could see the table and their faces. Alice had her arms crossed across the table, Brian just looked at her while laying his upper self down on the table.

"You know....I had parents Brian, even brothers and sisters." Brian sighed, he was tired of listening about other people's families.

"Well...good for you, everyone I loved died-"

"September eleventh, two thousand-one." Alice interrupted.

"I just could care less about families."

Alice began to lower her face to the point where Brian couldn't see her, but then a small tear hit the table.

"Why?....everyone I had died, I have no family left. Exept...exept you."

"Why the hell me?"

Alice looked up, staring Brian eye to eye, her crystal blue eyes sparkled in the candle light, her soft, almost white beach blonde hair seemed to glow like the morning sun. Brian began to blush as he just noticed how beautiful she was.

"I was always looking at you. Whenever everyone was down, you seemed to cheer them up. When times seemed worse, you would find the bright sun upon the darkest day. Your smile would always bring me happiness."

Brian was speechless at that point. He just sat there, clueless on what to say back. Alice sat closer to Brian and started to hug him while crying.

"Whatever happens, stay with me...I don't want to loose you too."

And Brian hugged her back.

[Silitor]

Felix walked deeper into the supermarket, twisting around corners, he realised that all the shelves were empty. Had the infected taken them...? That's not possible... Then, he was just about to turn around the last corner of the store, (If he remembered correctly) When he heard what distinctively sounded like biting, and the eating of something. Felix instinctively thought it was an infected, and got ready his pistol.

When he turned around the corner, he saw a bearded man, by the looks of him, he was probably a hobo, and was munching on a chicken leg. Behind him, were cereal boxes, tin cans, milk cartons, ice cream boxes, coca cola cans, candy bars, bags of potato chips, and everything else you can find in a supermarket. There was even ammo stashed at one corner. The hobo looked at Felix with bloodshot, neurotic eyes. His head was having irratic spasms.

"WHat.. BUIsNESS Do YOU Have He-re?!" He grunted.
"Erm.. I just want some food.. Then i'll be on my way." Felix replied apprehensively.
"FOOD?!?!? FOOD?!?!?!? FOOD!?!?!?" Felix stepped backwards, shocked.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY INFECTED I HAD TO KI-LL TO GET ALL THIS.... FOOD?!?!?!" He pointed to a pile of dead bodies to his left.
"AND I-DON'T-IN-TEND-TO-SHARE!" At that, he retrieved a glock from his pocket, and started shooting Felix. Felix immediately snapped out of his bewildered state, and ran for the corner.
"I NEED THE FOOD TO SuRViVE! You"ll UNderSTand! HAHAHA" The deranged mad hobo cried out.

The things people do to survive. This infection has destroyed our humanity. Felix thought as he took cover from the shots. After 5-6 bullets, the firing stopped, and a clip could be heard hitting the floor.

Felix turned around the corner, and shot the man's shoulder, in quick succsession. The man screamed in agony and dropped his gun. He then started to beg, "PLEASE. SPARE ME! TAKE SOME FOOD! AND GO AWAY!. PLEASE!"

Felix looked at him with condescending eyes at his sudden change of heart. Picked up some tins and boxes and other foodstuffs (and tools too), stowed them in a backpack which he also took from the pile, and walked off.

As Felix walked away, he heard a click which uncannily sounded like a gun being loaded, he retrieved his own gun from his pocket, swivelled around, and shot, while his opponent shot also.

Both bullets met their mark, but the hobo did not have the marksmanship in which Felix did, his bullet only grazed his cheek, while Felix's had made it clean through his skull, right inbetween the eyes. Felix sighed. Would he have to go through this again? Killing other humans wasn't him really.

He then proceeded to gather all the things from the pile, when all of a sudden, he heard infected on the other side of the storeroom door. The next second, they busted through the wall. ten, no twenty. Felix had neither the bullets nor the energy to fend them off. And proceeded to running for his life, backpack slung over his right shoulder, it's contents clanging and poking his back. He checked his mechanical watch, 4.10pm. He was making good time.

[Icy poisen]

(Your seeign things i don't see any spell check button anywher, nice silitor right between the eyes!)

Ray started to plan how he would get his food when he ran out of food. Sadly the bets method of transportation is driving but its obvuis he couldn't drive for his life. The bike he had before got stolen by some kids before the infection. "stupid idiots, I hope their eaten alive by the infected!" Ray thought to himself. Outside Ray herd someone or somthings running in the building. Ray backed up from the door. He wouldn't wait till those infected went away if they knew he was ther in the first place. He looked through the little hole in the apparments door. He saw 3 infected. They didn't seem to know he was ther. Ray decided not to waste his Glock's bullets he would save them for a bigger crowd of infected when he needed it. unforutnatly for ray he thinks the infected just reaized he was there. It was a strong possibility since they started banging on the door. He remember hearing somthing about them being more aggresive at night. He decided to take them out now instead of at night when they might actuallybe able to break the door down. He went back into his dad's room, got the pistol and the bullets. He went back to the door and open it. one ifected triped over the barricade and charged towards Ray. Ray shot it in the head, since he plays zombie video games and watches them and he learned to shoot mostly anything in the world in the brain to kill it. Since infected were only deceased humans he knew where the brain was. the other 2 didn't seem to make it over the barricade "lucky me" Ray said to himself as he shot both of them in the head a couple of times in the head. He kept his mouth shut tight to make sure no blood went into his mouth and he'd get infected. The first infected he took out got back up somehow and Ray blew his head off with the glock this time. "Stay down this time!" Ray yelled. he managed to pick up the body and threw it outside the door. Ray figured the infected couldn't jump the barricade. "great this is just like the 'last stand 1 and 2' kill the infected before they smash the barricades" unfortunantly for Ray they didn't always stop attackign in daylight, and he didn't have anyone to help him fend off infected or infinite bullets. (shouldn't ther have been some reports about the infected or somthing? Oh and that part with the last stand 1 and 2 isn't me being silly it's me beign realistic because Ray is a kid and kids play video games right? and that also makes a connection to when he plays zombie video games and u have to shoot them in the head.

[Azach007]

Somehow this RPG makes me imagine the world where everything in the Zombie Survival Guide is true.... o.O

Name: Tyler "Tyke" Howard Mayfield

Age: 27

Profession: EX-C.S.I./Forensic Scientist, Convict

Location: Use to be held in Captivity in Jail

Bio: In his early years, Tyler astonished superior ones in various academic subjects, attracting many the attention of the fellow faculties and students. Tyler's best interest and performance was found to be in the studies of the human body. In high school, Tyler forms a love relationship with his beloved one, Amelia "Amy" Aurora Hanson, whom he met in elementary.

For years they enjoyed eachother while excelling in school. However, one night Amelia was found raped and murdered in her bedroom. Tyler was only 19 at this time. Outraged and paranoid, Tyler attempted to find the causer using every bit of forensic knowledge he knew. He eventually came to a male who he brutely and unmercifully murdered. While he walks away from the crime scene, Tyler is confronted by Amelia's father, who congrulates him for his crime and promises to cover it up.

After that, Tyler devotes his life to forensic science and security of others and enjoys 8 years as a crime scene investigator. The enjoyment is ceased when Tyler becomes 27 years old. Tyler, looking back at his past crime and the brutal rape and murder of Amelia, eventually figures out that it was Amelia's father who has done the crime. Amelia's father catches on too well and sets up Tyler.

When Tyler confronts Amelia's father and aims at the father's face with his issued beretta, Tyler is dumbfounded when he finds himself is confronted by squadrons of SWAT officers, who arrest him and keeps him in captivity for the upcoming trial. Shortly after being put in captivity, Tyler falls asleep only to wake up in a catastrophe.

Personality: When the news of Amelia broke out, Tyler became very outraged and paranoid. Eight years later, he was known to be very calm, gentle, and kind but occasionally have emotional outbursts. Now after being convicted, Tyler still has his same known personality mixed in with paranoia, depression, and distrust in others.

Appearance: Smooth, brownish, buzz-cut hair along with gentle OR anger-filled blue eyes. Figure is skinny and above average muscular normal-looking for a SWAT officer. Wearing a large-yet-somewhat-tight, white "GAP Athletic" t-shirt that's covered by an unzipped Nylon jacket(saying NY Crime Scene Investigator) with everyday jeans. Has a scar across his chest which is covered by a roll of white bandages and clothing.

Equipment: Remington 870(Riot shotgun with impact projectiles for ammunition and equipped with a flashlight)along with several ammunition clips, Beretta 92F(containing 16 out of 17 rounds)along with one ammunition clip, Swiss Army knife, notepad and a few pencils, standard-issue travel backpack, a day's ration, the Zombie Survival Guide(lulz) and other along with anything Tyler may find.

INTRODUCTION STORY IN MAKING >:O

EDIT: Btw, some things in this profile of Tyler does not make sense until I post the introduction story for him.

[BoomStick]

John was ready to get his tools to get that lock, he has his kitchen knife set in his pucket, his sharpened chunk of wood in hand with a wal-mart bag to keep his tools in.


John set out down the stairs of the spartment building, jumping at every sound, as he got outside he didnt see any infected... he walked along and found a abondoned police car. John looked inside, he found a road map, a empty pistol magazine and a blood stain, no gun.

As john opened up the map he looked it over and found a hardwar store, and bagan moving forward checking the map at regular intervals and turning it rightside up or upside down, he didnt know crap about maps.

When John reached the hardware store it was about midday and he looked through the door, as he looked around he saw dead corpses everywhere inside just laying around, probably not as dead as he couldve hoped. He sld open the door. The infected came into him from the shadows too fast for him to run and tackled him, John held its head back with his left hand and was smacking the infected as hard as he could with his sharpened stick.


The infected inside the store began rising with a graoning sound.... "What the F***" john screamed, he kicked the infected off of him and ran screaming for his apartment as a seemingly huge mass of infected poured out of the store front doors after him. John realised how slow they were and jeered at them almost exactly at the time the infected picked up speed. John ran again wondering if they actually were agitated wiht him for jeering when he ran past his apartment door and had to run back.


John slammed the door shut to his apartment when he was inside and blew a sigh of relief, then he realised how dark it was in the lobby he was in, and heard scratching and moaning from the closed doors akk around, John ran for the stairs, closing every door at any point he could close to stop the infected, jocking all of them.

John then ran for his rooftop and came crashing through the door, closed it, piled the lawn furniture on it, and held his breath to stop his panting, he was trying to be as quiet as he could possibly be as it got darker.

[Klaykid]

(I wonder, what is this? (http://www.majhost.com/gallery/Raykin/Sheets/idiot.png))

[Klawg]

(Damn, I used first person POV there. I'm going to revert to third now).

Blackmore stood hunched near the entrance of the the building, head hurting, heart ponding, and eyes stinging, both from the sun and the horrible sight of that... thing. He didn't understand anything. What the hell was that thing? It didn't seem to be human at all... And why was he knocked out in that filthy building?

His eyes slowly adjusted, and the pain subsided. He looked around the city. It was odd: there was not a soul around. What was even stranger was that there were abandoned cars, and smashed windows everywhere. It seemed as if the city was abandoned. He looked down at his feet and saw the pipe that he dropped earlier. The shiny red valve contrasted with the rest of the semi-rusted body of the pipe, except for the bloody part on the top. He picked it up, and cautiously started to walk near the main car road.

Primary Weapon: Pipe

To where though? He decided to get to the address that was labeled on his ID. Perhaps more will clear up there.

As he kept walking, he saw someone standing in the distance. The man was very messy looking, and dressed in a heavy coat and pants... probably a hobo. But he may possibly explain what the hell is going on. He called out to him. The man was not far now, but surprisingly, he suddenly turned around, and ran towards Blackmore, screaming in rage. He saw that the man's face was all red with blood, another horrible image, resembling the thing that attacked him at the Maintenance. Horrified, he swing the pipe at the creature, hitting it square in the ribs. It fell as it ran, and was wriggling, screaming and drooling with rabies. Blackmore hit it again and again with the pipe, until he hit in once in the head... which caused its imminent death.

[Icy poisen]

( wait wait wait does a blow to the head with a melee strike kill them too? it wouldn't kill a normal human, or do the infected have weakened skull frames? wich is mde up by their anoying damage resistance to anywher but the brain.)

Ray decided he really needed somthing to push the infected away instea of using up bullets. So he could whack the infected that was nearest to him to give him time to run instead of wasting bullets. Ray saw some infected heading trowds his building. unfortunate for him he thought. he saw them chasing sombody. He yelled at them to come to his apparment. but it was too late 1 of the infected got on him. They we're about to pile on him. Ray decided to kill the man before he had to suffer the pain of being bitten and eaten alive. Ray shot at his head to end his misery of course he hated to do it. The infected moved in the way, but the bullet hit the back fo its head where ther was no bone to protect the brain, as in a result it went strait through the infected's brain killing it but also killed the man. "Oh snap 1 shot double kill" but this was nothing to be proud of. He was mad that the infected ruined his chances of actually having somone to help him through what was left of his life. In this anger he put all of the other infected to final rest. (i want everyone to know that i am 100% serius about this thread I don't fool around)

[josephmartinez]

Name:Joseph Martinez

Age:13

Profession:Middle School Stundent

Location:Middle School cafeteria

Bio:Joseph was just an average student before the outbreak. He knows how to use power tools. Here's his story:He was in the middle of math class when his friend Danny Montana come through the door in the middle of class. He told joseph and another girl named Carrie Smith to come with him. Meanwhile the teacher was yelling at us for disturbing class. The both were skeptical but followed him anyway. He had a nailgun and a kicthen knife. Carrie was about to ask before she was attacked by some weird person. She was yelling and screaming and we didnt know why until we saw why. The person or thing was biting into her neck. Danny thought guick and tried to help her but he too was attacked, dropping the bag, Joseph grabbed the bag and ran. They were chasing him but lucky he made it to the cafeteria. There were no windows but two doors. He put tables to block off the doors and sat down wondering what was going on.

Personality:A nice guy with a good heart but a little scared.

Appearance:5'4" A litttle chuppy with black spiky Hair. Light Brown eyes

Equipment:Nail gun, Kitchen knife, Alot of food, Cooking unstiels(a good cook).

(by the way guys i thought this was preety realstic i mean come on nobody has a person who is young and if u find somthin wrong plz tell me bye guys:hand:

[Klaykid]

(Nah dude, your character is cool. Now we have two youngins.
@ Icy: It really depends on the composition on the skull and if the body has started to decay. If it could kill a human [as in blow to the head] then it would kill an infected. As long as the brain is damaged to the point of death [if it was a human], the skull wouldn't matter. If the body starts to decay then the skull would be soft [I think].)

[josephmartinez]

Joseph thought he was cruel for laughing. His father was in the army and taught him one thing which he thought wouldnt matter. How to shoot a gun. Another reason he was laughing was that for some reason he loved blood, it would pump adreanile into his body. His plan was to find help to get to his house. His father had enough guns and ammo for 3 people. Suddenly he strated crying, his mother,father,and girlfriend are dead or probaly close to being killed. Out off nowhere there was a scream from outside. He looked out the small window on the door and was surpised to see who it was....

thz klaykid and bye the way who is the name of the other kid

bye the way i forgot to say but the the last post i made was a big time distance bewteen the first one

[Klaykid]

Joseph thought he was cruel for laughing. His father was in the army and taught him one thing which he thought wouldnt matter. How to shoot a gun. Another reason he was laughing was that for some reason he loved blood, it would pump adreanile into his body. His plan was to find help to get to his house. His father had enough guns and ammo for 3 people. Suddenly he strated crying, his mother,father,and girlfriend are dead or probaly close to being killed. Out off nowhere there was a scream from outside. He looked out the small window on the door and was surpised to see who it was....

thz klaykid and bye the way who is the name of the other kid

(Icy Poisen - Ray.)

[Tawl]

(IMPORTANT STUFF!

- This RPG is now closed to all new characters. I honestly didn't expect this to be so popular, and I don't want the number getting too large to effectively organise and follow.
- I have added a character list, and the players, on the first page. If you need to reference a character, the basic information is there.
- If you choose a perspective to write from, stick to it. I'd prefer third person, but first is fine.
- Any questions regarding the RPG should be PM'd to me. This will keep the thread clear, and it will guarantee I'll answer them. If it's about meeting with another player, arrange it with them.)

Michael's watch read 5:05 as he pushed open the door of the PhotoLab building on Lynchfield street. He had to make this a quick visit.
Placing his bag on the floor, he walked over to the counter and pulled his camera and the reel of film out of his pocket. Placing the camera down he walked through the staff door and into the small processing lab. He turned on the dark light and the room was illuminated in a low yellow light, casting shadows over the walls and equipment.
"Perfect bloody horror setting." He muttered uneasily. It was too much like a film cliché, low lighting and shadows meant danger and deceit.

He sat down in front of a machine that had a close resemblance to an old film projector. The exception being that it was connected to a high power computer hardrive. He turned the switch on and smiled as the machine hummed quietly to life. He was lucky. Ever since the outbreak some places had no power, while others did. It was a strange occurrence that Michael didn't understand. All that mattered to him was that this happened to be a building still active.

Carefully he unrolled the reel of film and threaded it around and through the projector-like reel, clipping the end of the negative into a small slot in machine. He moved the mouse and opened the program he wanted to use, creating a new file. The reel slowly whirred and the negative film moved photo by photo into the machine. Michael leant back and waited. The machine read each photo present on the negative reel and copied it as a computer file where it could be saved to a disk or memory stick. While this was already achievable with digital cameras, the benefit was that photographers could use film cameras, which achieved much better shots, and save images for storage avoiding any automatic compression applied by the camera or software programs.

Michael stood up and left the machine whirring. Back in the foyer he took a Digital Storage Disk from the shelf, one made for keeping photo files in their original state. Tapping the disk case against his hand he leant against the counter. The machine wasn't slow, but time was not on his side.

[Silitor]

Felix panted heavily, his heart palpitating widly. He was back in his home, on his couch. The backpack he was carrying lay still next to him, and Claire's dead body on his other side. It was starting to decay. He had to bury her. He read his watch. 5.05 pm. He had to do it now before night draped itself over the skies, it would be hard to see. (Felix still does not know zombies are more dangerous in the night). Felix hauled Claire's covered body over his shoulder and walked out into the sun. It greeted him warmly, and he saw that, fortunately, the park in front of him was devoid of the infected.

He used a left-behind shovel and started to dig a hole, turning back every now and then to check for any infected creeping up on him. Finally, the hole was dug. And he placed Claire carefully inside. In a few years her body would degrade and become nutrients for the plants. He smiled at the way the world worked.

He then started to cover up the hole with dirt. Then he used his sword and carved words onto the dirt.


Claire. Beloved friend. May she rest in peace.

[Klawg]

Blackmore stood there, panting and looking over the dead body of the hobo that just attacked him. It seemed that it was a human before, but now, a deformed zombie, very similar to the "person" that attacked him in the maintanence area in the building where he woke up earlier.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on here? End of the world?"

He decided to trail off the road and take several shortcuts to his destination address, crossing over to a lane, where he saw something that seemed to be a military camp, set up in the middle of the road, with mobile walls. There were about five corpses of US Marines scattered around, as well as several pistols and clips. He thought that he should take a gun for self-protection, considering that there are hostile zombies and dead soldiers in the area. He cautiously crossed into the small encampment, and picked up a Beretta Elite II, and loaded it with a full clip.

Secondary Weapon: Beretta Elite II

As he was doing that, he heard a small noise behind him. He turned around, but no one was there. As he was inspecting the area for any more weapons, he heard noises again. This time, he turned around again, and saw (to his horror) that three corpses began to stand up and move toward him in a sluggish (but not slow) semi-walk.

Immediately, he took the gun and started shooting. First shot was succesful, a shot in the head killed the zombie instantly. He saw that two of them have picked up iron batons and railings and resumed moving to their destination. He shot one several times in the chest, but in only shuddered, but resumed movement. When it was close, he hit it in the head again, and it tumbled. The third was about two meters away from him, and this time, he ran out of ammo. The zombie swund the railing, but Blackmore ducked in time, grabbed his pipe, and with a mighty two handed swing, hit it in the forehead, deforming the skull. The zombie fell, bleeding from its eyes and mouth.

"Bloody tears", he thought.

After making sure that the area was safe, he restocked his ammo, and went on. The M16 assault rifles found there were in a horrible condition, and could not be used, so Blackmore took three extra clips for his Beretta Elite, and re-filled it with another one. Then he went out as fast as he could through the slums, where he eventually made it to his home on Bradbury street. He got to the third floor (leaving his pipe outside the appartment), and made his way inside his house, locking the door securely behind him. He shut the windows (thank God they were barred), and sat down on his bed to relax for a while... He was extremely curious to find out what was going on, but his head hurt too much, and he felt exhausted, both from the pain and shock of seeing what he saw today.

He fell on the bed and tried to recall what happened to him earlier that day, and why was he knocked out, but couldn't, gave up, and fell asleep.

[RMERRITT]

Jeff had made it home and was sorting out the food and counting it as he did everyday and had a new total of 53 cans of food, 2 loafs of bread, 29 bottles of water, and 2 bottles of whiskey. As he walked up the stairs to his room he was thinking about what he would do tomorrow after taking inventory of all his equipment and ammunition a watch was the only thing that wasnt there and ammunition (which wasnt really that urgent of a need). "Ok tomorrow i go to the sporting goods store and grab some 9mm ammo and if they have it some .223 ammo." Jeff let out a sigh as he fell over onto his matress. He had pulled out the bed frame and used it to block the bedroom door at night.

[BoomStick]

John was rather demoralised today, he had tried to get that freakin lock twice, and couldnt get it... and was almost killed several times through the whole fiasco.

John pulled an onion out of the garden... wondering how the hell he was supposed ot eat it, he only grew onions, he didnt know how to prepare one.
He washed it off in the watering can and took a bite, it made his eyes water but tasted better then the carrots he had been eating fro the past few weeks. John was planning about what to do about the zombie horde outside, "should i just try to fight my way through?- no, that wouldnt work there is too many of them..."

He walked over to the edge of he roof and stared down and his stare was returned dully by the mass of hardware store customers. John was really pissed, he couldnt get his lock, and he was basically trapped by a bunch of idiot zombies that he had no way to kill because he was always too frightened of and outnumbered. "Stupid bastards!" he screamed down at them. They stared back unblinkingly...
[awww now hes gotta be brave and find a way to kill these zombies :thumbsup:]

[Klaykid]

Brian woke up to the sounds of Samuel, Jacob, and Rick chatting, Alice was still asleep beside him. Brian gentkly lay Alice on a couch and walked into the room with the three men. Samuel stood up, hairs started to grow back on his chin, his blond hair was all messed up like we woke up from a hangover. "Brian, do you know what we found?"
"What?"

"We found food, f***ing FOOD in your backpack. How long have you been saving these?"

"For a while just in-case, why?"

As Samuel snapped his fingers, Jacob and Rick got up and took a hold of each of Brian's arms. Rick whispered "I'm sorry buddy" into Brian's ears and they both casted him out of the house. Alice woke up from her peaceful nap to witness this. "What the hell are you doing?" she screamed. Samuel looked her in the eyes and said, "We don't need this b**tard anymore." Alice ran out of the house and kneel down to Brian's side. Rick gave Brian his M9, and his M40 rifle. Each had severely low ammunition. "Here, we're thieves not murderers." Alice was given her M16 which still had two extra clips. Before Rick closed the door, he looked back and said, "Hope we'll meet up again". The door closed leaving Brian and Alice to the outside world.

Brian stood up and looked at Alice. "Now what".

"I guess we have to go back to the barricade, we can supply our selfs with more ammunition and build a fort for two."

Brian sighed and agreed with her. He then proceeded to walk over to the same clock tower from before and climb to the top with his M40 rifle to look in the distance. He saw a person on a roof eating what seems to be something round, he was surrounded by the infected. Brian turned the scope and saw a figure with a dead body. Brian thought it was an infected until he saw it bury the body. The infected don't honor the dead.
Brian started his descent to the bottom where Alice was waiting, it was going to be a long trip back to the barricade. Brian was outside when Alice said to him. "Its 5:05 PM".

[Klaykid]

(You can't change the time, only Tawl can. Unless you are typing past occurences.)

[josephmartinez]

I was walking out the door and looked around the hallway. It smelled like corpses. The nailgun was loaded but I didnt have enough ammo to last to my house. I would need to head to shop class and get more. But, what if it isn't enough. Don't think that, take out the negative thoughts. I saw three of those things and thought about my approach. They didnt notice me but as soon as i move they will come after me. My options were:
1. Start shooting at them which would probaly atrract more.
2. Run for my life which probaly atrract more.
3. Run back into cafeteria which would let the zombies know where I'm hiding.
I choose one and man was it fun. I loved the blood squriting everywhere it was beautiful. He was listening to my favorite rock song. It was like some cheezy first person shooting game i was laughing my @$$ off. But, then i stopped. If i kept on i would atrract more. I was sneaking towards shop class. I saw more but I didn't want to waste my ammo so sneaked by. Later........ "I finally made it." I was glad as heck to see that there was a whole box of nailgun cartiges there










(bye the way i canna using first and thrid person at the same time. Second thing i forgot to add to the supply list:ipod and last thing is that im doing it that im showing his point of view. I'm not doin the "hey" or" joseph" anymore.)

[Tawl]

(You can't change the time, only Tawl can. Unless you are typing past occurences.)

(Correct, otherwise order will just be completely shot.

I cannot emphasize grammar and spelling enough here. If it's hard to read, we don't want to read it.)

Michael placed the CD in the drive as the last photo negative fed through the scanner. Each photo was highlighted on the screen as a small thumbnail. He ignored the editing options and directed them all to be copied to the disk.
"Come on..." He muttered in frustration as the completion bar gradually filled. The disk ejected automatically as it finished. Michael removed it and placed it back in it's case.

Outside it was getting darker as the late afternoon sun gave way to evening casting deep shadows all over the buildings. Michael felt a bead of sweet forming across the bridge of his nose.
"You're cutting it real fine, you know that?" He thought.
Michael placed the disk down and began to unthread the negative film from the reel. He jumped when he heard a loud moaning noise outside the front window, the negative dropping to the floor.
"Fuck." He said under his breath looking at the twisted mess of cardioid. It was salvageable, but not in the time he had. He had the photo disk anyway. Picking it up he switched off the darklight of the office and cautiously ventured back out into the main customer foyer. Glancing his eyes across the front wall window he couldn't see anything. Whatever had made the groaning noise had gone.
"At least for now." He muttered.

Grabbing his camera from the counter he zipped it into the military duffel bag with the photo CD, wedging it in between bags of dried meat. It wasn't perfect, but it would provide adequate temporary padding, and it wasn't as if he was going to be throwing his bag down any staircases. At least he hoped not.
Swinging the bag over his shoulder he pushed open the front door of the PhotoLab building. In the short time he had been inside the streets had grown darker. He ran a hand through his hair, night had fallen earlier than he had expected.

He turned sharply down the street as he heard the moaning again in the distance. Squinting his eyes he could make out a silhouette moving through the shadows. He didn't have to guess, he knew what it was. The infected's cries were answered by other loud moans which seemed to engulf where Michael was standing, the echo's bouncing off the buildings making them much louder.
Michael swallowed and drew his gun from the back of his belt, making sure the safety was clicked off. Keeping his eyes up and alert he began a slow, quiet jog back to his apartment. There was no time left.

[josephmartinez]

THz tawl

I was hunched over a table looking at a map. I was looking at the places I can hide at and look for help. My eyes were stiff from being tired. I looked at the barratry-controlled clock. It read 5:05 pm, and even though it was still early I was exhausted. The only thing keeping me awake was the thought of dying.

I need a more secure lookout before I headed to my fathers house. I checked on the map for the closet place. I marked the old clock tower as my first priority. I would look for survivors for help. I had a lot of canned foods to last for 2 weeks. I would give food in return for shelter and help to get to my fathers house.

In addition, there’s got to be soldiers here that were stranded who would help me. I made up my mind. I grabbed my backpack, nail gun, and climbed out the window heading towards the clock tower.

Remade version THz to tawls help

[Silitor]

Felix wiped the sweat on his brow with the back of his hand as he looked at the grave he dug. Then, he walked gloomily back to his apartment door, then down his trap door.

He stared at the backpack on his couch, remembering the made hobo he had to kill. However, he was please he had supplies now. It would last him a week or so. He sighed, took a bottle of water and soap from the bag, and proceeded to showering.

After which, he placed the bottle carefully under a hole in his ceiling where water was dripping down. Drop by drop, he would soon have more water. Then, he picked up a coffee packet from his bag, shook it violently, tore it open, and put the powder inside his coffee machine. For some reason, it still worked, while everything else did not. Then he put in the hot water, and watched it boil.

He had always watched Claire do this, and the thought of her doing it made his heart ache. He dismissed the thought and retrived a cigarette from his bag, and lit it with a lighter. He coughed violently as he breathed in the smoke, and threw the stick on the floor, and stepped on it, crushing it. "Sonova-" He complained. I never thought it would taste so shitty. My dad always smoked, so i thought it wouldn't be like this... He thought nostalgically, as he picked up the crushed stick, it's packet, and placed it under a stove. Then, he burned them using a lighter, and placed a boiling pot on its top, and put in some instant noodles.

After finishing his noodles, and warming his body with the coffee, he placed all the bag's contents into drawers around his house. He was quite content, and decided to clean up his house, he was quite meticulous, unlike Claire.

After that was finished, the house was sparkling clean, before, it was full of dust and litter, and old carpets, and black and dirty tiles. He had thrown away the carpets full of holes, changed the bed sheet, scrubbed the tiles and walls clean, washed his clothes, cleaned his wardrobe, swept the floor, and wiped the television. Now it looked like a liveable place.

He looked at the time. It was turning night. He thought back on his day, and fell onto his bed, thinking of how to get back to his company. He sighed. He would need much more supplies, just in case. But for now, he just wanted to live in his home, the one he used shared with Claire.

[Klaykid]

Brian and Alice walked away from the clock tower heading to wards the barricade hoping to at least build a fort for two. Brian had his M9 secured hoping to not encounter any infected along the way. "What if a survivor comes across us?", Alice asked Brian. This time, instead of some witty remark Brian said, "I don't know, we'll have to see what they do". Alice was worried about this considering they were just two people. Two soldiers with limited ammunition and no food supplies what-so-ever.

[josephmartinez]

I was looking through a new binclouars I picked up from a store. I saw something moving and I ran down the hill towards the moving target to see what it is. "Whoohoo" I yelled in my brain. Finally, There was some survivors’ after all, and they were adults. By the weapons they were holding, they look like stranded soldiers.
Those guns look like m9. Just like my father's. I checked the area between those two and me. 6 or 7 zombies max but they were running after a deer so there was no zombies in my way. I started running down the hill and was a couple yards behind them. "Hello" I yelled at them, waiting for an answer

[RMERRITT]

Jeff sat down on his matress he had just pushed the old bed frame in front of the door. The infected were all around the house it was like that every day just around sunset. Luckily they had little to no knowledge of Jeffs existence, he grabbed his backpack and prepared it for the following day.
The last item on his list was to put up that sign hed been planning to put up for a week now. Jeff removed both of his hoes and climbed out the window as quietly as possible. As he pulled himself over the top of the roofs edge he saw the clothesline. Jeff pulled the white sheets from his bag and slung it over the top of the clotthesline and secured it to the line and used nails to secure it to the floor. The sign read "Survivor inside". Jeff walked over to the fire escape and went back into his room and waited for any signs of human life.

[TorqueArcher]

Jack was thinking about the events that had happened since the infection as he worked on his next bomb while locked in his lab, he had run from the zombies and hidden in a guard house, that was where he found his pistol, and when he got the chance, returned to his lab.

[Klaykid]

Brian and Alice was about a hundred yards away from the clock tower when the heard a, "Hello!" coming from behind. Brian pointed his M9 at the figure running to wards them. Alice put her hand on Brian's shoulder and said, "I don't think infected would say hello, or speak." brian still wasn't ready to lower his gun. Alice walked passed Brian to his dismay and waited to see who it was. "Aw, its a child", she said. "Hey I don't think we can support a child, nor ourselfs at all", Brian called out. Alice kneeled and hugged the child as he ran down to them. Brian got a bit annoyed and walked over to her and said to their new friend, "Don't get too happy", his eyes started to twich.

(I hope that ws ok joseph)

[josephmartinez]

I stopped for a second and thought, "Since I'm young they think they can control me and my food." I didn't know why I hugged her but she reminds me of my mother. I backed up a couple of steps. I flashed a smile at that other guy but at the way his eye was twitching I can say he doesn't like me.
I should ask for help but I don't know if I should. So, I said what I thought what was right, you know, to gain there trust. "You Hungry?"

[Klaykid]

Brian didn't expect the kid to offer his food to them, he was surprised but his pride got a hold of him. "Well now that you mention it-" Alice cut him off by punching Brian in the gut and saying, "Don't be an ass". Brian fell to the ground, "Gah...that...hurt..." Alice turned to wards the kid and said "I'm sorry but we can't accept this. Its your food, we are marines. We'll manage." Brian stood up and said, "Ya...ya got a name?".

[josephmartinez]

"Joseph Martinez and i know marines have to eat to." "Trust me, I have enough food to last 6 months." "Also, whats your guys name." I really did kinda mine, just a litttle.

[Klaykid]

"I'm Brian"

"And I'm Alice"
"Now about that food, I..say would really like to have my share" Brian said quickly before Alice could react. Alice was a little angry at Brian for being selfish. She sighed and said, "Well, since Brian already mentioned...we are a bit hungry." Alice turned to Brian who was already starting a fire.

[BoomStick]

John was hiding under a lawn chair on his roof, feeling every heartbeat in his chest, the infected werent leaving... and if somthing didnt distract them then he would have problems later in the night... (trying to keep up with time sorry this is yesterday night i think... damn im mixed up) John had heard them scratching at the walls... they wree itching to climb up. John could feel every heartbeat in his chest and it felt agonisingly loud, he was trying to lose thier attention...

[josephmartinez]

I should watch out for that guy, I mean really this food is being given to him. His share my @$$. I was looking inside my backpack for something to eat when I noticed something. Rat poison. I mean really, this is the janitor's backpack. Well, I could kill both of them for there guns. Nah, I’ll save that plan for later.
Of course, the food was by the poison. Maybe, maybe it’s a sign. I was stuck between choosing. I made up my mind and handed him some food.

[Klaykid]

Brian was starting to get evil ideas, Alice first noticed this becuase Brian was found crouched holding his pistol and was giggling. "Brian, what the hell are you thinking?", she asked. Brian turned around quickly and put the M9 behind his back, "N-Nothing dear". Alice was getting a little worried, "Your not going to-"

"Of course not! Why would you think that!?", and he started to smile.

"I don't trust you"

"Well, I'll show you I'm worthy."

Brian was handed something edible and handed it to Alice. "There, you take this." Alice gave Brian a strange look, then her stomach began to growl. She took a bite.

[josephmartinez]

I saw alice taking a bite. I laughed at brian. "HaHa, you thought I was gonna kill her or you." I saw his pistol gripped in his hand. "What you gonna do with that gun huh, Kill me, come on do it."

[Tawl]

(Joe, your kids not a psycho. A naive smartass maybe, but not a psycho.)

It was getting harder to see as the light faded. Michael felt it was almost as if the night was working against him, trying to force him into a panic. Trying to force him to make a mistake. He pushed the thought from his mind. He had to keep his head level.
He stopped suddenly as he saw a number of moving shadows two blocks down the road. Silently he counted in his head.
"Three...Four....Five." He numbered, adding six and seven as two more emerged from a building. His most direct route was blocked.
"Fuck." He muttered. He wasn't going to risk sneaking past the infected. For reasons he didn't know they were much more dangerous at night. And with his extra baggage trying to outrun them would just be a joke, and he wasn't much of an athlete in the first place.

He turned around moving into the shadow of the nearby apartment block. Looking up at the street sign he squinted.
"Malborough Avenue." He said quietly. Drawing a map in his head he was far from where he needed to be. About thirty minutes walk. He had expected to have more light than this.

He froze as a heavy breathing noise echoed to his right, down in the shadows of a stairwell leading down into the basement apartment. The breathing grew louder as a black shadowed figure drew closer.
Michael swallowed as he slowly turned his head. An infected was hovering around two metres away from where he was standing.
"Don't panic." He said to himself. "No sudden moves. You can think and it can't.
Michael didn't doubt that it had seen him, surely it had smelt him. All he could do was give it no reason to attack him before it chose to.
He raised his gun slowly, levelling it with the infected's head. He saw the moonlight glinting off it's cold, black eyes. It opened it's mouth, emitting a loud piercing screech. Michael pulled the trigger and the screech was cut short as the infected jarred backwards falling down the stairs.

Michael sighed, but soon realised his mistake. All around him he could hear the cries of the infected. They had been drawn to his gunshot. Down the road he could see the group of seven shadows lumbering towards him. Cries from inside the building grew louder as they appeared to be climbing down.

Michael turned around and ran back the way he came. The infected in pursuit.

[BoomStick]

John was sitting on the roof, terrified, when he heard a gunshot and the infected were leaving... "well that was pretty damn lucky" john said. He hoped the person who had fired the gun would be ok... as the night went on he set up the chair he was hiding under, plopped down ontop of it, pulled a empty garbage bad over himself as a blanket, and went to sleep. John suddenly woke up, what if he snored... ugh well that would be nasty then... this thought in mind he went into an uneasy sleep.... "dont snore you piece of shit..." john mutteded mostly to himself...

[Klaykid]

Brian didn't know anything about poison, but since he mentioned it Brian got a little....pissed. "You little f**ker, you had poison with you." Alice immediately dropped what she was eating shocked that she could have been poisoned. "Brian gripped the M9 and pointed it to wards Joseph's head. *Click*. What the hell?. Brian looked at his pistol, then to Alice who was very angry at what Brian had just done. Alice held the clip in her hands.

"What's wrong with you, you tried to kill someone, a human, a kid!".

"Well what if he had killed you, what am I supposed to do?! I can't let that happen, as we promised we would stick together."

Alice got silent, but before any one of the three knew it...night was here. The moonlight shined upon the three as the faint moaning got closer, closer, closer. Brian looked into the trees and infected started to pour out. One, by two, by three they came out. Brian helped Alice to her feet. "C'mon, lets go.", and Brian started to leave with Alice.

"What about Joseph?" Alice asked. Brian started to get annoyed.

"If he could stand against U.S marines and live, he'll do fine where ever he is."

But anyone could stand against an idiot and live. Alice thought while looking at Brian.

"But does h know what happens after-"

"No, let him find out the hard way."

Brian and Alice left Joseph and headed straight for their barricade.

(that was actually quite fun Joseph, we should do that again)

[Average Joe]

Finally, darkness.

as nerve-wracking as it was to know that the infected were faster, smarter, and deadlier during the night, steven preferred to go out when it was dark. Not only would there be less of a chance running into another survivor, he preferred hiding in alleyways, under cars, or behind dumpsters to walking around the streets in broad daylight where the infected could see him from a few blocks off. He'd never actually fought one of them at night, but how hard could it be?

As he crawled along the side of the road, a lone infected lumbered along. Steven thought he'd see just how nasty these things could get, and slowly got up. As the infected reached out and limped towards him, Steven almost laughed.

"I thought you guys were supposed to be tough at night." Suddenly, it started sprinting towards him. When its teeth were inches from Steven's neck, he thrust his foot into it's knee, and felt it give way beneath his kick. "too easy" he thought, but as he began his way to the store, he heard a hideous howl behind him. He looked to see the infected screaming. "uh-oh, more are gonna be here soon" There was no time for him to get more food, so he ran back towards his apartment, as he ran by the infected that ruined his night, it popped its knee back in the right direction and started getting up. "Impossible" Steven grumbled as he shoved a knife through it's eye.

[josephmartinez]

I made a spilt decision and followed them. I saw brian loading his gun. I was at his mercy now. "Please help, If I wanted tokill you, you would be dead and the reason why I have rat poison is because this is the janitors backpack, Please Help!!!!!!!"

(Klaykid great news U get to control my charcter untill futher notice. My laptop is going with my mom to p.r so i can only use my friends computer. All i ask u is not to kill my charcter and not to make him sound childish. I hope u will accept this resonpilty and if u do thank u:cornut:)

[Varthonai]

Ted was what you’d call a “man of action.” In just about every sense of the word.

Ted loved pyrotechnics; he was always entertained by action movies with big explosions and fireballs. But of course, that was nothing compared to making his own fireworks. Nothing compared to the burning of human remains in the fires of Purgatory, cleansing the world by purging mediocrity and evil.

Step One was complete. Ted was in his former landlord’s apartment, armed with a machete. His shotgun was hanging from a hook on the wall; Eric’s gasoline-soaked body was hanging from the window, tied by the ankles. Two copper wires trailed in through the window, weighted down on the window sill with a brick. The day was growing darker, and soon the dead would emerge from their hidey-holes to walk among the living.

Time for Step Two, then.

Ted took his machete and hacked both of the ropes holding Eric’s ankles. The skeletal corpse fell fast, heading down hundreds of feet before shattering on the ground below and bursting over a wide radius. Ted sat back down and waited.

Eventually Ted began to hear the howling noises of infected grouping together, drawn by the scent of flesh. Eric’s flesh or his own, it didn’t matter—they were coming, and he was ready.

Ted waited for the group to grow. He waited until the street as swarming with them. Then he got his torch—an improvised torch, made from a rag soaked in gas and tied around a long stick, but it would suffice. Ted struck a match, lit the rag, and dropped it gently from the window.

The bright orange light sailed down for hundreds of feet, battered by the air rushing past but not being quite extinguished. It touched the ground, flared once, and ignited the gas-soaked Eric-paste that coated the area.

The flames spread quickly until they reached the edge of Eric’s splatter radius, forming a near-perfect circle of fire. Everything trapped within was burning and screaming. Ted was absolutely fascinated by it, entranced by the horrific beauty that purged the scum from his street.

The fire died down a few minutes later, and the charred corpses of infected monstrosities littered the blackened circle in the street. The remaining infected forces began to sniff the air… one of their prey had been incinerated beyond any edible level, yet the scent of flesh was still there. And it was coming from above.

Time for Step Three.

The infected were still determining the precise location of their next target, and that gave Ted time to hit them while they were standing still. There was a high-voltage battery lying sideways on the ground; Ted put on a pair of rubber gloves, picked up the ends of the two copper wires, and touched each one to an end of the battery…

Nothing happened. Ted did it again—still nothing.

Well, that’s annoying…

Ted had planted gelignite packets all over the apartment on the other side of the street, and connected them with a spool of copper wire that trailed back through the window and into his former landlord’s apartment, where he would have been able to run a current through all the detonators simultaneously had one part of the wire not been cut on the sharp edge of a broken window that it was threaded through. The pre-planned battle finale had failed; the undead monstrosities continued to surge and roil through the streets below. Damn, Ted realized. I’ll have to be a bit more hands-on, then.

Ted took his shotgun off the wall, loaded a round into each breech, and pumped. “Better to be with the dead, whom I, to gain my peace, will send to peace,” chanted Ted excitedly, “than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy…”

[Tawl]

The corpse of an infected fell to the ground as it lumbered out from the shadows from an alley directly into Michael's path. Not even taking aim, Michael squeezed off three shots, at least one of which found it's mark. The echo's of his gun bounced off the buildings through the night sky, mixing with the ever growing cries of the infected.
"I might as well be firing a fucking airhorn." He spat. And it was true, with every shot fired in defence he gave his exact location away to anyone who could hear it.

The screeches behind him grew louder and the pattering of footsteps increased as his small following continued to chase him blindly, gaining ground piece by piece, drawn by his sound and smell. Michael forced himself not to panic, but he couldn't see anything else he could do, he was beginning to tire and a stitch was forming in his side. He shifted his focus slightly and pressed the back of his right hand against his kidney. The pain subsided slightly but not by much.
Michael was suddenly thrown forward as he ran straight into a trash can, still placed on the footpath for the garbage men who were never coming. The metal clanged as it fell against the concrete. The lid bounced open and rolled across the street. Michael nearly gagged as he sprawled over the pile of rotting rubbish.
"That's it then..." He said in despair. He closed his eyes and waited for his entourage to arrive.

But they didn't. Michael listened, he could not longer hear he sound of fast-paced footsteps. They had stopped chasing him. He squinted in the dark, and could make out their shapes. They had stopped to a near standstill only about fifteen metres away, as if they were guarding the area. Two of them had gone over to where the lid of the rubbish bin lid had spun to a loud halt.
"They're attracted to sound and smell..." Michael thought to himself. He had stopped moving, and such as ceased his noise. The rubbish bin lid had taken his place as the noise of interest. As for his smell, he just smelt like the garbage he was lying in.
Holding his breath he slowly eased himself back off the bin. Leaning back he brought his right leg back and kicked at the bins side. It rolled towards the infected loudly, clanging as it's now dented side hit the pavement. The infected followed the noise as the can rolled past, then they slowly lumbered after it keeping pace.

Michael waited, not daring to move or breath until they were a safe enough distance away. When they were he hauled himself to his feet, brushing a banana skin off his jacket. He noticed that it was ruined, something else he would have to replace. He turned and walked quickly down the street, thankful he was in a part of the city where the street lights weren't currently working. If they were, his story may have ended there.

[Silitor]

(what time is it now?)

[Flashlight]

The time is 2:09 PM .

[Klaykid]

(Alright joseph, sounds cool. And It's not 2:09 PM. All that I know is, is that its night right now...)

[BoomStick]

(so tawl come on when can it be morning, we cant exactly do that ourselves...)

[RMERRITT]

Jeff was just finishing washing his face and brushing his teeth when he heard the infected banging on the door downstairs. "Oh sh*t, they know im here." Jeff ran over to the bedroom door and pushed the bedframe out of the way and ran downstairs stuffing as much food as possible into his backpack. "Ok ill get the rest later."as he ran back upstairs the infected started to break through the door. Once he arrived upstairs he grabbed his rifle, pistol, and ammunition. Just as Jeff finished packing an infected busted through the bedroom door, Jeff ran and climbed out the window with all of his things and raced down the fire escape.

Jeff ran down the street using the nightvision scope on his rifle to check the path in front of him. But the infected were closing in and there was no way to outrun them with all of that stuff on his back. as he rounded the corner a military blockade came into view. A hummer sat behind the concrete dividers, Jeff ran and climbed over the dividers and threw his bag in the back of the hummer. The keys were in the ignition Jeff started to turn the key nothing Jeff tried again looking out the rearview mirror the infected saw him. A third attempt was made with the same results and Jeff tried one more time and the engine started to work. Jeff slammed his foot on the gas pedal and turned on the headlights.

[Azach007]

(Since I haven't gotten anything done so far, I'll guess I'll post down pieces of the introduction rather all in one post.)


Flashback

I grasped the revolver in my hand with anger, glaring at the man who I presumed raped and murdered my dear Amelia. We were on a porch behind a blank, dull house, with a black man cuddled in the corner. I was infront of him, with a revolver at point blank range.

"Please," the man whimpered with tears streaming down his face."I didn't do it."

I didn't even think about what he said, nor did I give a damn, but all I did was taking the revolver that was in my hand and raising it to find itself pointing at the man.

The man acted more desperate."No,no,no, please bro you've got the wrong man. Please, I'm engaged, please I'll do anything!" he whimpered quickly.

The man cried even more for a few seconds, but the somber expression on my face gave nothing, not a response, not even an utter.

I felt no emotion in this split second action, an action that would have direct impact on my life. No happiness, no sadness, not even anger....and no mercy. I pulled.

The man immediately saw what was going to happen and let out once last cry and whimper before he died.

I then took no glace at the bloody crime scene as I walked away. I walked away from the porch, from the house, from the man I murdered, onto the sidewalk to who knows where.

To be honest, I did have my doubts about the man, but the evidence said otherwise.

I started crying softly as images of my past life with Amelia flashed before me, and it felt as if the angel of hers was watching over me. I continued walking on the sidewalk grasping the bloody revolver in my hand.
Cars passed by but no one bothered to take a glance at me. That's because they were focused on the special celebration for today. Today was a special day.

And that special day, today, was Christmas. The day when we were suppose to celebrate with happiness. The day when I was going to give her a diamond ring... The day when I was going to propose to Amelia.

But that never happened. Because of one damn, selfish man, that had never happened.

I cried even more and stumbled, only to find myself kneeling before Amelia's father, Henry.

"I did it," I whimpered softly, "I killed him."

And all he did was pat me on the shoulder and said "You did well Tyler. You did well."


-------

Tyler woke up abruptly in "his" bed, only to find himself looking at the titanium-or-steel bars that have him imprisoned in this accursed place. He also knew it was night, as he had seen the moon glance in through the barred window.

Tyler decided that it wasn't worth just staying awake only to be met by fearful thoughts of the trial he was going to be in ahead. Or that's what he thought.

Too bad Tyler didn't notice the still bodies outside his captivity cell before he went to sleep.

[Klaykid]

The barricade was in sight, Brian, Joseph and Alice paced their way to the barricade and sealed them selfs in the 'safe' room. It would normally only support one person, but considering their current situation they have no choice. They all had such grim looks on their faces, it was night, infected were about, and apparently they were missing a pistol and some magazines. With only a handful of ammunition the three of them would be screwed if they fight. Joseph was going through his bag when he had found a couple bottles of beer. Brian saw this and said, "Where did you get those?". "Eh, found 'em. You want?", replied Joseph. Brian was handed a bottle and with Brian's bayonet he popped the cap off. Brian took a large swig from the bottle, this swig turned into a large gulp and as soon as you would think about it the bottle was empty. Brian's face was starting to blush. "Hey, you should have some too.", Brian said to Joseph.
Alice hugged Joseph stating that 'he was too young'. "Nonsense!", Brian said. Brian took another bottle and chugged the whole bit down. "That ain't such a smart idea, I mean you have a weapon and know how to fire a gun.", said Joseph. Brian's face was red. Alice whispered to Joseph, "He isn't a heavy drinker, usually he gets drunk from two bottles". Brian walked over to a crate and opened it up to find a wine bottle. He quickly opened it and starting to drink even more.

Brian started to spin in a circle....and sang...weird.
"A long time ago, way back in history........when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea........... Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops."

Alice and Joseph looked at Brian totally confused. Joseph stood up and began to sing the chorus.

"He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tidily beer beer beer."

Alice was now separated from the boys, she had no clue at all on what exactly happened to the both of them.

Then Brian and Joseph started to sing together.
"The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5

"He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tidily beer beer beer.

"A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
Its only eight pence ha penny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5

"He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tidily beer beer beer.

The Lord bless Charlie Mops!"

The infected started to grow in number around the compound, moaning and groaning. Brian took the empty wine bottle and threw it out of the room screaming, "Shut the hell up! Can't ya see we're singin'!". The wine bottle collided with an infected's head, killing it.

[josephmartinez]

I looked down at the beer on the floor and reached for it. Alice smacked my hand.

(klaykid u can continuing control my guy.)

[Mattbot]

A crashing noise came from the basement scaring the s**t out of Max, he grabed his handgun and walked to the basement door. The door had been smashed open and was covered in blood, whatever knocked down this door must of injured itself trying to get in. Max crept down the stairs and caught a glimpse at the intruder. The back of the beasts head had been mashed up pretty bad, Max could see the brain tissue hanging out of the wounds, the zombie was bleeding from the arms where parts of glass and wood had splintered its flesh.

Max aimed his pistol at the back of the zombie hoping to down it in a single shot, he squezed the trigger but missed the target hitting the book shelf the Zombie was busy tearing apart. The beast turned around with lightning speed and began to dash towards Max who was still trying to reaim his gun. Max quickly fired another shot as the zombie dived at him but only succeeded in hiting its left shoulder, the arm was torn off completely spurting black blood all over the stairs. The two of them both flew up the stairs and through the door back into the shop.

The zombie went for Max's shoulder but was thrown off, Max got to his feat and punched the Zombie in the neck as it went for another tackle. Max had the advantage noticing the zombies missing limb, he quickly aimed his gun at the zombie as it strugled to get to its feet. The zombies chest exploded like a fountain of blood, the zombies screams where then silenced by a shot to the head.

Max sighed with relief and then collapsed on his stall.

[RMERRITT]

Jeff drove as quickly as possible looking franticly for a temporary hideout. As he turned another corner a church came into view Jeff slammed on the brakes stopping just in front of the church. The infected werent far behind as he grabbed the bag of food from the back seat the infected came into view. Jeff ran for the church doors and pushed them open and ran inside. As he closed the door one of the attackers bashed its head on the door, Jeff ran over to the end of one of the benches and pushed in front of the door. Jeff stood for a few minutes as the infected tried to break in, the improvised barricade would most likely hold for the night. But just as Jeff felt he had escaped he heard footsteps near the altar. Jeff picked up his rifle and approached with caution. Out of the back rooms of the church came the minister Jeff quickly raised his rifle and fired 3 rounds one hit the infected man in the shoulder one in the arm and the third went right through the right eye. Jeff inspected the rest of the church it was just like any other church, except for the dead minister and the blood smeared across the walls. Jeff went over to one of the benches and went to sleep for the night.

[Silitor]

(Guys just wait, why don't you do something in the night? This is real life, and since like, ALL (Not really) your characters in the morning were out getting supplies and such, why not make the night a moment of respite? Since it is night, you should be more alert than morning, maybe make your character eat or set up stuff and stuff, if not, just wait.)

Felix slept on his bed, but he was uneasy. He was just about to enter REM, when there was a loud thud on the floor. He woke up with a jolt, and saw an infected body lying on the side of his sofa, it got up, seemed to be sniffing, and lunged for Felix.

With his trained reflexes, he brought his fists to bear the impact. This cushioned it well enough, and was also enough to keep it from biting Felix's face off. Felix struggled violently, knowing very well that if he had not enough strength he would die. But he chose not to panic. He bellowed, " GET OFF ME YOU SON OF A -" Then he kicked its area where its stomach should be, and it flew away, while still in the air, Felix drew his handgun from his side table, and due to years of training, shot him in the head.

"Bitch." It landed on the floor with a squelching sound, and blood stained his floor. He cursed. He had just cleaned the house. Then, he sighed at the life threatening experience that had just happened. The years of peace living with Claire dulled his senses, if he were the man he used to be while he was still a bodyguard, he would have shot the damned thing even before it had landed on him.

He walked over the now dead(er) body, climbed the ladder, and flung it out of his basement. Then he turned to look at his trap door. The lock had been broken. He cursed. He would have to get a new one. He climbed back down, took a towel to wipe off the blood, washed it, put it out to dry, and took his blade and torch. And set off into the night. (At this point, Felix has no idea that the infected are more aggresive in the night, in case you haven't noticed.)

[BoomStick]

(thats actually a really good point i never woulda thought of that)

John woke up in the middle of the night, he had been sleeping on the fact that he had almost been killed and he needed to prepare... but what to prepare he thought. John grabbed his kitchen knife and chunk of wood and began sharpening it. He became nervous, and a wave of curiosity came over him. John wondered how this could possibly make sense... where it started... what made it work.

At this point John realised how pointless it was to wonder this at this point and time, and he had managed to carve his chunk of wood into a mess of splinters and shavings, "aw damn it all to..." he mumbled as he began to reshape the point on his wood again. He needed to be more watchful.

(there he did somthing)

[Tawl]

(Funny that. Posts tidied. So sorry for my absence guys, I'm very busy right now. I'm doing my best, but I'll make it morning soon in the next couple of posts. If you can't think of anything to do, a tip would be to 'retire' your character for the night. That way I can take the subtle hint and advance the time accordingly.)

Michael's apartment building looked dark and depressing at night. He noticed this as he walked through the glass double doors leading inside from the street. They used to be automated by swipe card access, but as far back to the beginning of his current situation as he could remember, they remained stuck in a half-open gap. It was on his list of things to do, and Michael placed another invisible 'tick' against it in his mind. Something else he would probably better do. He walked past the closed doors of the elevator shaft and into the stairwell, only pausing a second to slide the two steel deadbolts into place.

He exited the stairwell on the fifth floor, placing the chain lock in place behind him. At the time a chain lock closer to his apartment seemed like a good idea. If someone tried to force their way through the door, he would hear the clinking of the chain. Much like Ethan Hunt sprinkling broken glass over the ground outside his apartment in Mission Impossible. Still if someone...
Or something. He added.
... tried to force their way through the door, hearing the chain would probably be the last thing he noticed. Taking his keys out of his jacket pocket, stained and matter from the rubbish encounter on the street, he unlocked his make-shift security system.

--------

Inside, and locked in, he placed his duffel bag on the kitchen bar and turned on the low-light he had in the kitchen. The special bulb emitted an eerily glow in his apartment. Walking over to the wall facing the street, he pulled the blinds tightly shut.
Standing in the middle of his sitting area next to his coffee table he closed his eyes and sighed. He had thought he was going to die tonight, the only trouble was he wasn't sure how he was feeling about it. Had he welcomed the prospect subconsciously?

He shook his head.
"I must just be tired." He said to himself.
Emptying the pockets of his jacket he placed his camera and the digital disk on the coffee table, and pulled his jacket off. Stripping off his white shirt he stood half naked in the low light. The shirt and the jacket were ruined. He threw them in a garbage bag near the front door. He would have to replace them at some point, something he assured himself he would do. Rubbing his now bare arms against the new cold he walked towards the bathroom to splash some water over his face.

[Silitor]

It was then Felix realised he forgot his handguns, and went back down into his basement. THen, it seemed as if he heard footsteps, and heard them grow fainter and fainter, as they seemed to be climbing up stairs. Maybe it was an infected, maybe it was his imagination. He shook his head and pushed the thought away. He had to keep focused, he needed to get a lock. He didn't want to check the apartment for fear of a enclosed space. Where the infected may be anywhere, so he decided to walk out into the open. As Felix walked through the glass double doors leading out into the open, he remembered how this was supposed to be opened with a card swipe. Not that it mattered anymore.

[BoomStick]

John was whitling away at him piece of wood sleepily as he tried to be alert, no chance he was too sleepy. John toppled over half way through a slice in the wood and fell asleep.


(smallest post eva just to get morning going)

[Average Joe]

As Steven made his way to his apartment, he saw someone running through the intersection in front of him, closely pursued by an infected. The figure was able to spin around and shoot the infected, but the shotgun's recoil caused it to fall without getting up. Steven stood and stared for a few seconds, deciding whether or not to help the stranger, but suddenly a woman's voice screamed for help. He had no choice now, so he jogged over, making sure she knew that he was still human.

"You ok?" of course she wasn't, but what else was he supposed to say?
"It's my ankle. Take my shotgun while i tape it up. I can probably walk on it in a minute"

Steven had never used a shotgun before. It was dishonorable to kill your enemy without your hands or a blade, but these things didn't care about honor. As he picked it up he he saw an infected standing right in front of him. Steven quickly pumped it and shot, totally missing it.

"YOU MISSED!?" the stranger screamed, as Steven threw the shotgun down. He'd do things his way from now on. As the infected ran towards him, he stepped to the side, spun, and swung his katana with all his might. He felt contact as the infected kept running, and when he looked at it, it stood a few feet away, headless, blood ejaculating from it's stump every second. After a few moments, the body collapsed, and Steven turned to the stranger, quickly checking for any signs of bites or scratches from the infected.

"My apartment is a block away from here"
"Good. I can walk, but i need to lean on someone, and i can't go for too long"
As they limped towards Steven's apartment, he caught of glimpse of her face. She looked like she could have been a model before the outbreak.

"What's your name?"
"Steven Hitachi"
"Susan Cho"

When they passed the grave Steven had dug for his wife, he felt a twang of guilt in his stomach. "I just rescued her because she was on my way home" he assured himself.

[BoomStick]

(b-ump)

[Tawl]

(Right this is my last post for the current night. My next post will be the next morning, so if anyone has to wrap up what they're currently doing now would be the time to do it. I'm going to make the days longer as well)

The cold water relaxed Michael as he splashed it ran down his face, dripping onto his bare chest. He breathed out slowly. His mind was a mess, he wasn't sure what he felt.
"I just need to sleep" He thought to himself as he dried his face off with a towel. Exiting the bathroom he walked past the duffel bag and camera, both sitting on the counter. He would deal with them tomorrow morning, for now he had to rest.

He closed the door of his bedroom behind him, eliminating the low light produced in the kitchen. Surrounded by darkness, hell fell onto his bed, immediately falling asleep.

[Silitor]

Felix crawled in the night, making sure his flashlight did not catch any infected's attention. "Luckily there's a hardware store nearby." He thought. decided to switch off his flashlight. He felt along the apartment walls, until his hand wiped the small smooth glass of the hardware store window, he looked up, and he was right, the sign said "AL's Hardware." just as it always did.

Felix quietened his breathing and listened for any infected, there were a few nearby, but they seemed to not notice his presence, as he could only hear the soft patter of feet on the ground, and no running or sudden noises. Good for him. He cut open the lock on the door, and silently opened it. Fortunately for him, the glass panes had been blinded, so the light from his torch would not escape and draw unwanted attention. He switched it on and started his search for a lock.

After what seemed like a lifetime of fruitless searching, he found no lock which would match his. Then the back door, opened. Felix hid. Then he realised it was Al. As Al walked across the store, Felix approached him from the behind, grabbed him, and covered his mouth so that he could not scream.

Al started to struggle, until Felix said, "It's Me. Felix. Calm down..."
Al stopped struggling and Felix released him, shining the torch on both their faces.
Al spoke "Felix? Is that you? Thank goodness you're still alive..."
"Same to you Al."
"What are you doing at night? It's dangerous."
"It's not much different from the morning, except that i can't see that well."
"You don't know?"
"About the zombies? Of course i do."
"No. not that. What they do in the night."
Felix dropped his voice lower. "What?"
"Well, in the night, the zombies are more aggresive, and can even run and jump, unlike when the sun's up and they walk slowly."
"Really?"
"Of course. Why would i lie about something so serious..?"
"Oh.. okay thanks for the warning, i'll try not to come out at night. But it'll be harder for them to see me too right?"
"No. They detect people by smell, and in the night their senses are heightened so... Anyway, how did you get in?"
"I broke the lock."
"Idiot. You always do that. Im running out of them as it is, with the infected breaking them."
"I'm sorry, but i need one."
"For your traphole?"
"Yes. For my traphole." (Felix had told Al, his good friend about his basement before he was stuck inside.)
"Ah. So how come you came out?"
"The company stopped sending us supplies."
"Ah. Understandable. Wait here." He then rustled through a box, and went back to Felix.
"Here." He held out a small silver lock, and some batteries.
"I hope the batteries help. Now get out, so i can lock the door, i don't want to fend them off with a hammer and a nailgun again."
They laughed in whispers, and Felix crept out, Al behind him, locking the door. Then Al went around the building, and disappeared.

Felix's journey back was uninterrupted, he locked his traphole, and laid on his bed. This night was lucky for him. After a few seconds of lying down, he fell asleep.

[Tawl]

(Last chance to finish for the night before the real RPG begins.)

[Killervirus]

(I wonder what happened to my character sheet. *scratches head*)

(I'm pretty sure I posted it, because there's two story posts made by me in the first pages or so.)

[BoomStick]

(time moves so slowly in the rpg... one day has taken like a week...)

[Tawl]

(I've got no better reason that to declare it dead. People aren't keeping up with their characters, and so it just ends.)

[BoomStick]

(whaaaa :sosp:)

[Mattbot]

(I've got no better reason that to declare it dead. People aren't keeping up with their characters, and so it just ends.)

(I havent posted because i've been waiting for you to skip to the next day. But yeah i guess it is dead >_<)

[BoomStick]

(i thought i was doing ok :confused5:)

[josephmartinez]

hey, not to be mean but this rpg isnt dead(or maybe it is). tawl just never changes the day, not to be mean. Ive waited for a whole week to write but he dosent skip the day. If your waiting for everybody to update there charcter, your waiting for nothing. I hope i dont get banned for saying this but i had to speak my mind. I hope u give this rpg another chance. :hand: thz and bye

[Average Joe]

hey, not to be mean but this rpg isnt dead(or maybe it is). tawl just never changes the day, not to be mean. Ive waited for a whole week to write but he dosent skip the day. If your waiting for everybody to update there charcter, your waiting for nothing. I hope i dont get banned for saying this but i had to speak my mind. I hope u give this rpg another chance. :hand: thz and bye

^^ what he said. I think this should keep going.

[BoomStick]

(this isnt dead if some dopes arent keeping track, move to the next day and kick em out, im keeping up alright.)

[RMERRITT]

(I ended my day too)

[Tawl]

(My apologies guys. I've been immensely busy as of late and have fallen behind in all of the RPGs I'm involved in. The days are going to be much slower now, as well as activities taking place at night. Here on you are welcome to have your characters meet each other and the like, but don't everyone do this randomly at the same time as it takes away the significance of it.)

Michael's eyes flickered open as a thin ray of sunlight pierced the gap between the curtains and fell across his face. He groaned and rubbed his hand across his face, rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. Rubbing his bare forearms his hand brushed over the cut he had received the night before.
"That's right." Michael sighed as he remembered his near escape the night before. One of the new images that would haunt him before it blended into nothing with the many others he already had. He stood up and stretched, clicked his shoulders, and walked through into the living area.

His bag and camera lay on the counter where he had left them. He would have to sort them out before he left his morning. He pulled open the curtains and the flat filled up with the morning sun.
Michael chuckled to himself. "How ironic." Prior to the outbreak he had always been the first to complain of the constantly depressingly cloudy weather that was common in New York. Ever since the outbreak, the days had become much sunnier. Whether that was a coincidence or not he didn't know. A lack of car usage maybe? Who knew?
"Who cares?" He added out loud. He actually didn't know who would care. It's not as if the world economy or welfare awareness was at it's peak at the moment.

He shook his head. It was the curse of being a journalist, you always over analysed everything. He walked behind the bar and opened the pantry, wondering what was going to possibly be his last proper meal for the day.

[BoomStick]

John jumped up with a gasp, he had had a horrible dream of being eaten alive by infected. "gah..." john muttered as he got up and looked around his roof, walked to side edge and looked down. Nothing, well thats good john thought. He wondered what had drawn them off as he walkked to his garden and realised he didnt have any water left.

(somewhere for this post to go i suppose...)

[RMERRITT]

Jeff awoke on the floor of the old church. From the sound of things the infected had left. Jeff staggered to his feet and walked over to the altar splashed some of the "holy water" in his face as he did this he heard footsteps in the back of the church. Jeff walked quietly back to his bench and grabbed his M4 and proceeded to the back rooms. in the sunday school he found a small family. They had Jeff's pack and were eating the canned provisions which he had stored. All of the intruders jumped backward when they noticed Jeff standing in the doorway with his gun aimed at who he assumed was the father of the two children. The man was propped up against the wall watching Jeff's every move. The mother was in the corner holding the two children tightly. Jeff was happy to finally see some living people for a change, yet he was angry that they had tried to steal the food he had worked so hard to acquire.

"You slide the bag to me and get out of my hideout." Jeff said

"Please we've got nowhere to go, and we havent eaten in one and a half days. Cant we stay here?" Said the man.

Before he could think Jeff said "No, get the hell out of here you tried to steal from me, now get out before i kill you all." Jeff could hardly believe what he'd said, after searching for so long he'd finally found some survivors and he just threatened to kill them.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean that. Do you have any guns or anything?" Jeff said.

"No." the man replied.

"Well you cant stay with me, i have a hard enough time protecting myself. But you can take my hummer its just outside."

"Thank you. But what about food?"

"My house is just a couple blocks from here, the refrigerator has a couple weeks worth of food. I was driven out by infected so there may be a couple of them inside. Thats why im giving you my pistol." Jeff knelt down and slid the M9 across the floor. "There are two extra mags for it on the dashboard of the hummer."

"Thank you very much." The family got up and walked past Jeff, the man handed the pack to Jeff and he stood up and proceeded out the back door, with his rifle the pack and the rifle ammunition.

[Tawl]

(My initial hunch was practically correct, this RPG has died.)

[Mattbot]

Max awoke from a deep sleep and found himself sitting by the counter, he could still see the remains of the 2 zombies which attacked him the night before. Max rose up and rubed his eyes, the window barricades were still broken "thank god there were only 2 of them".

He imediately reinforced the barricades using a stall in the basement and whatever was still of use lieing on the floor, he checked to make sure it would hold and then began to mop up the blood around the store "what a f*cking mess" he grumbled to himself as he cleaned up the last spot of bloood. Max went outside and poured the filthy water out of his bucket and into a nearby drain, the further away this was the better.

[Average Joe]

(My initial hunch was practically correct, this RPG has died.)

Not trying to offend, but i think most of us finished our day, you're just so busy you can't go to the next one when everyone's ready. So we're spacing out our posts now so that we dont make a post one day and have to wait a few weeks to make our next one. I think this thing still has a chance.

Steven awoke to Susan humming as she unpacked the power bars in her bag and put them in the kitchen.

"What are you so happy about?"

"I'm alive" she said with a smile.

"Fun" Steven mumbled.

"Well, if we want to stay alive, we'd better fix up this place a little. yano, board up the windows, barricade the door, little things."

"I like to watch the sun"

"I'd like to stay alive. oh, and tomorrow, we should go back to my old place just to pick up a few things."

"Someone's a little controlling" Steven said to himself.

[Tawl]

Not trying to offend, but i think most of us finished our day, you're just so busy you can't go to the next one when everyone's ready. So we're spacing out our posts now so that we dont make a post one day and have to wait a few weeks to make our next one.

I think that if you read the thread you'll find it is the second day, and has been so for days now. I also sent PMs to other players while I'm away telling them that they can move it on as they wish, but they haven't done so.

[Tawl]

It might just be the style this RPG took, or the time of the year, but there are few too people posting off the character list for this RPG to work.

Until further notice, locked.