RP again.

[BaldingSteve]

I'm snowed in and my PC is broken.
Naturally I'm very bored, so I figured I would start the RP up again.
I'm basically copying this from the other one, so anyone who was in it and wants to start their char again go ahead. I'm going to expand it to 10 people this time since I have seen a lot more people writing fanfics, and hope they want to join.

So here we go.


RULES
-no god modding/trenchcoating.
-have realistic weapons to start, you will find better ones later on.
-keep everything as realistic as possible, I.E no finding an RPG on the sidewalk, no jumping from a rooftop to another one 20 feet away.

My Bio
NAME: Steve Hastings
AGE: 17
APPEARANCE: Steve is a tall man, almost 6'2''. He has a heavy build. There is a scar on his right cheek. He also wears a silver chain around his neck. He never takes it off.
EQUIPMENT: Colt 1911 commando pistol
2 spare clips of ammo (8 rounds of .45 ACP) and a box of .45 bullets.
A combat knife with a 6'' blade and a sheath attached to his belt.
A holster for his colt, also attached to his belt.

The way this will run is I will make the days and such (day 1, day 2). One day will last until everyone posts all of his/her actions for that day and I start the next one. Make sure you put times too (i.e. 10:00 am-11:00 am), since one day can last quite a while.

OTHER CHARACTERS


SlainPwner666
NAME: Mark Jones
AGE: 34
APPEARANCE: Lightly tanned, shoulder length black hair, Usually dressed in jeans and a button up T shirt Multiple scars on his head, neck, lower back, and legs.
WEAPONS: M4A1 Assault rifle; Combat knife; M9 semi automatic pistol

Little_Kitty1234
NAME: Kitty (Catherine) James
AGE: 16
APPEARANCE: Medium-long brown hair (usually in a ponytail), green eyes, about 5'5''-5'6'' in height.
WEAPONS: 2 M9 Semi-automatic pistols; a bat.

Garfsan
NAME: Derek Marshall Reid
AGE: 21
APPEARANCE: 6'3" stocky built, rugged looking, looks alot older than he is, tired looking, unshaved, blue eyes, short brown hair, dark blue jeans, boots, long sleeve and short tee (short over long) with camo jacket (bought from surplus store) on top. Burgen on back.
GEAR: Bag full of food water and other useful stuff, first aid supplies
WEAPON: Pipe

FaceGrater
NAME: Jon Torres
AGE: 21
APPEARANCE: Average height male. He has dark skin and hair and goate. He is wearing a dark green military style jacket, plain black tee, and jeans. He has regular tennis shoes on.
EQUIPMENT: He has an M9 and a satchel with about 2 mags and a box of ammo. He also has a small multi-tool.

Alex
NAME: Alex Farquick
AGE: 17
APPEARANCE: 1.85 m tall, weight: 75 kg, is medium build
wears a blue t-shirt that says: 'Everyone is entitled in my opinion', gray trousers, Converse shoes and a green guerilla-like cap.
EQUIPMENT: pocket knife,rapier,backpack

Name: Dr. Timothy McClelland
Age: 52
Appearance: 5'7", fair skinned, skinny, (moreso since oubreak.) Medium-length dark grey hair. Wears spectacles, smokes constantly. Wears hospital scrubs, (green,) and white doctor's coat. Twitchy character with more than a few tics.
Equipment: Only what is avaliable in a hospital. Carries with him a Swiss Army knife which he has as a keyring.

THERE ARE NO SPOTS LEFT

[BaldingSteve]

Any post that is non-related will be disregarded.

[Funky Biscuits]

Count me in, and explain what I have to do.

[BaldingSteve]

Not that you had a chance to begin with, but if you did, you blew it.

[Zorgy]

I'll do it :
Name: Matt Reed
Age: 16
Appearance: average looking, fairly tall with scruffy medium length hair and blue eyes:
Weapons: 2 kitchen knives (lame I know but hey it's the UK) a fire poker
Bio: Matt was not a confident child growing up and had trouble with meeting people. When he found a group of close friends he came out of his shell and established himself as the joker of the group. His parents split when he was young and he lived with his dad in a small detatched house in a country village near birmingham. From an early age Matt had an obsession with
zombie apoclypse films and spent many night watching old films then plotting
his own zombie survival plan. Little did he know that quite soon he would
have to put in to action...
How long until day 1 begins btw?

[Zorgy]

OT you do one lemon I want to know how cold fruit would survive the zombie apcolypse...

[The Bottle]

I'm in
Name: Jesus (Hey-sus) Cumin
Age: 25
Appearance: 6'3" Tanned, slim, atheletic. One eye, the other is badly stitched up with dental floss. Always wears a baseball cap with a decal of a gal riding a shark. Wears a lot of green and orange. Has slippers on.
Weapons: Modified revolver, 8 bullet clip, with 2 boxes of 30 ammo each (.45 colt, magnesium tipped). Flashlight. Crowbar. Hunting knife in thigh strap.
Bio: Always knew his day would come, so has remain in a constant state of readiness even for the last year, following the day the feds found his nuclear stash and conviscated the lot. Jesus lost his left eye to a piece of shratnel when his hot tub exploded following an entirely unrelated occurance.

[Icy Lemon]

OT you do one lemon I want to know how cold fruit would survive the zombie apcolypse...

Lemon juice is a natural zombie repellant, i would survive easily.

[Howler]

Ah...

Name: John Cooper
Age: 17
Appearence: White skins with red cheeks and freckles, blonde hair, scar across right arm.
Weapons: Springfield w/ Scope (praise COD5), USP w/ Silencer and knife
Bio: Loved every single game that involved blowing peoples heads off. The joker kind and the modest sort. He also prefers to stay in, rather than go out with his mates. He sometimes invited his mates round for Gaming Nights.

[BaldingSteve]

I'll take yours bottle. I'll just need you to clarify the type of ammunition your revolver uses.

Zorgy, your writing style is too confusing and your grammar is (for lack of a better phrase) horrible.

9 more spots

EDIT:
You're basically god-modding, Howler. For me to even think of accepting that you have to write an actual bio, fix your grammar, and not have a fucking springfield rifle.

[Howler]

god-modding
Definiton please? *opens console*

[Zorgy]

*cries* meanie. I am typing this on my iPod while doing some coursework (ironicaly it's english) so forgive me for the shitty grammar. But it's your thread and if I don't meet your high standards I can just move on *continues to cry*

[The Bottle]

Thanks Steve, my revolver takes .45 colt ammo, with magnesium tips.

Lets rock

[BaldingSteve]

Definiton please? *opens console*
You don't even justify your owning of a springfield rifle and a USP, or your ability to use it.

Sorry Zorgy, but for the sake of the people who will be writing in this and the others who will be reading it, your writing is just too confusing.

[Zorgy]

*stops crying* thanks! GRABBIN PEELS! *grabs pills*

[BaldingSteve]

Assuming I get 9 more people I'm going to start a new thread since everyone keeps spamming.

[PSOLaguna]

Assuming I get 9 more people I'm going to start a new thread since everyone keeps spamming.

Yeah because the spam isnt going to follow you there?

I like how theres very few people interested and you shoot down and criticize their grammar and ideas.

[BaldingSteve]

The last time I did this I had a solid 8 that could all spell and were clear in their writing; I would rather have a quality RP than a quick one.

It's also very easy to ignore spam.

[Zorgy]

I'll think you'll find it very difficult to find 8 people who want to do this, let alone 8 who meet your standards.
Also more peels here!
*gives pills to howler*

[SlainPwner666]

Name: Mark Jones
Age: 34
Appearance: Lightly tanned, shoulder length black hair, Usually dressed in jeans and a button up T shirt [They're so awesome!] Multiple scars on his head, neck, lower back, and legs.
Weapons: M4A1 Assault rifle, from his tour in iraq. Combat knife, M9 semi automatic pistol, takes 9MM rounds, all from tour.
Bio: A war veteran, Mark bears he scars of death. He has seen too much, and that makes it too easy for him to kill. He frightens himself, and has been fired from several jobs for violent fights that have taken place. Now that the infection has broken out, Mark has a sadistic pleasure in knowing that now, he has a purpose again.

[Zorgy]

Also how is a one eyed Jesus with a double barel revolver acceptable yet someone owning an old rifle is unrealistic?

*Zorgy has alerted the horde*


Opps...
Get to the safehouse howler!

[BaldingSteve]

You're in Slain. 8 more spots.

Edit-
I didn't see the double barreled part. Take that out and you're still in Bottle. Also have two eyes for the sake of being a human.

@Zorgy; I allowed the revolver, not the double barreled part.

[SlainPwner666]

uh, exactly what will we be doing?

[Dead Fish]

Spam deleted.

Treat your fellow forum users with respect. Posting dumb off topic comments in an RP thread is in fact rude. Once again... can't contribute? Keep out of the thread!

[The Bottle]

All up to code now Steve. Although Edward Carnby did it in Alone in the Dark (the double revolver).

Edit: Gotta keep to 1 eye though, it defines his character and motivation

[Zorgy]

If I fix up my grammar and style will you let me in?
Also I'm already in the choppa! Hurry up howler ;P

[Howler]

Hurry up howler
*smokered*

[BaldingSteve]

@Slain: I'm going to post the prelude once we have enough characters. And then everyone posts their story for that hour, and so on.

@Zorgy: no.

@DF: Thanks man.

[Howler]

Steve, I know what I said wasnt the best...hell yeah to that, but mind if I have another crack?

[BaldingSteve]

Sure

[SlainPwner666]

Once again.
What is my task

[BaldingSteve]

You'll see when we start.

[Howler]

@Steve
Bio is biography right? Sorry, just a bit thick ya see. When you tell me what a bio is (lol) I'll edit this post and put a bio in.

Name: John Cooper
Age: 17
Apperence: Short blonde hair, grey eyes, red cheeks, freckles, medium sized muscles and is 6'0.
Weapons: a Uzi, with 9MM ammo, Dad taught howto use it. A USP .45 w/ Silencer (same as above) and a Hunting knife.
Bio: Was raised in a bad neighbour hood in the Southen part of London. Moved to America when he was 10 years old. His Dad took to the guns and was an expert on them. He later teached John at the age of 15 how to handle a gun. He owned a gun store, allowing John to try them out back. His Dad died when he was shot in a robbery.

[Little_Kitty1234]

hmmmm......ok i'll do it becuase i'm really really bored

Name: Kitty (Catherine) James
Age: 16
Appearance: medium-long brown hair (usually in a ponytail), green eyes, about 5'5-5'6 in height.
Weapons: 2 M9 Semi-automatic pistols, with 6 clips, a bat, and Shotgun with 15 bullets.

I know this is weird but can I have a dog...lol

[Zorgy]

I fixed it anyway because of the embarrisingly bad mistakes. I'll keep reading this because I love these role play threads.
:)

[BaldingSteve]

@Howler: Why do you need to have anything other than a pistol? You'll get better guns later, trust me. How did your father teach you how to use a gun? Was he a cop or something? Explain that in your Biography

@Kitty: You can have a dog if you want to rp for 2 and you get either the 2 pistols or a shotgun. Also you need to explain how you can use them.

@Zorgy: You're in now. Was that so hard?

5 pending spots

[The Bottle]

I was beginning to think we would not have any women, otherwise it would just be a bunch of guys running around shooting stuff to shit. I like the dog idea, came in handy in 'I am Legend'. Also gives it a Famous Five feel, but with guns, zombies and desolation.

[iKissedABoomer]

NAME: Ben Dover
AGE: 79
APPEARANCE: A douchebag
EQUIPMENT: Penis and XXX Weekly.

GO WILD ;)

[Zorgy]

Hooray!
Boomer, I don't why but I laughed hard at that.

[Little_Kitty1234]

k ^-^ thanks
and i'll take the 2 pistols they will be in holsters on my belt.
Bio: (Stealing you dad-cop idea) With a over-protective father, she would be forced to go to the shooting range with him and fire a few rounds. She never liked guns or the actual fact of shooting them at somebody but her dad was a cop and always wanted her safe. Now that nothings left and theres thousands of zombies on the street, she's grateful.

@Bottle- lol

@Steve- Do u want me to write a bio for the dog too???

[BaldingSteve]

@Kitty: No, just what kind of dog and how old it is will suffice.

I'm gonna drop it down to 8 people, so 3 more spots left.

[Little_Kitty1234]

Dog- German Shepard/Husky Mix and he's 2
^-^ all done!!!!!

[BaldingSteve]

Also, how many of you are completely new to rping?

@Bottle: The last one was interesting because Krunsh was a pregnant woman. The whole 'helpless woman' role helps make situations a lot worse. Luckily we have a 16-year-old.

[Little_Kitty1234]

I've only done it one other time.....

@Steve- I forgot to add the dog helps fighting 9obviously duh) but also is really good at finding things like food and weapons because he was the dads police dog!!!!!! I hope this will help in the rp

[alex]

heey guys!

Ive been watching the forums for quite a while, but know i hope i will finally write something on them. Anyway here is my bio:

Name: Alex Farquick

Age: 17

Appereance: 1.85 m tall, weight: 75 kg, is medium build
wears a blue t-shirt that says: 'Everyone is entitled in my opinion', gray trousers, Converse shoes and a green guerilla-like cap.

Equipment: pocket knife,rapier,backpack

has little experience with pistols and rifles, and he hopes he never has to use one in his life, unless, for example, the dead rise to feast on the living.

Alex was a kid who grew up just your everyday environment. with nothing really bad going on, alex's live went pretty easy until this day. he got his grates in mid-school, which has given him the opportunity to study physiotherapy at college. he was always interested in helping and healing other people. with this in his mind, he also took lessons in first aid.

i hope this approves it a little, its ok if im not in, i will always enjoy reading em. but i would to write one of my own :)

PS: i hope Tyr joins the crew, his fanfics are amazing!

[The Bottle]

who says a 16 yr old can't be pregnant, these days anyway.

Have not RPed in a while but i'll be good once I get the theme.

[Little_Kitty1234]

who says a 16 yr old can't be pregnant, these days anyway.
.......... mmmmkkkkkkkkk

[The Bottle]

We would need to start rebuilding the population also

[Little_Kitty1234]

We would need to start rebuilding the population also
............i'm scared to be the only girl in this thing now lol =D

[Zorgy]

I've never activly took part in one but I've looked at loads. I read lot as well and enjoy writing stories in English. Anything we need to know though?

[The Bottle]

Don't worry Kitty, we'll look after you, and not in a dirty old man sense

[Little_Kitty1234]

Don't worry Kitty, we'll look after you, and not in a dirty old man sense
Right.....=P

[Zorgy]

So kitty we're going to need to see some ankles...

[Howler]

Steve, edited my post, check it for me...if its good :p.

[Little_Kitty1234]

So kitty we're going to need to see some ankles...
Lol XD

[Howler]

He will be Zorgy...but...what if we took away the Z?

[Little_Kitty1234]

He will be Zorgy...but...what if we took away the Z?
I bet Zorgy thought of that when he made his name.....

[Zorgy]

Oh no you've discovered my secret identity :O
Steve how long till we start? We're going veer off topic soon unless you get it going.

Signed
Orgy

[Howler]

I bet Zorgy thought of that when he made his name.....
As they say in Budweisser (spelling mistake...) adverts...True, true.

[Little_Kitty1234]

Lol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Steve how long till we start? We're going veer off topic soon unless you get it going.
I agree...

[Hellbound107]

NAME: Justin Munition
AGE: 20
APPEARANCE: Average height, little on the short side. Blue jeans, dark green hood. Has a large backpack pull of supplies. Has a black baseball cap covered in black tape that leans forward on his head, shadowing his upper face.
EQUIPMENT:
Backpack full of supplies, 30-30 hunting rifle, revolver, Middle Eastern assassination knife(You can but in the US for fifteen dollars).

[Zorgy]

It's actualy a progression from Emperor Zurg to Emperor Zorg then Zorg for than zorgy but it might shorten down to orgy! :)
Seriously though... ankles nao!

[Howler]

Steve how long till we start? We're going veer off topic soon unless you get it going.
Budweisser says - true...true...

[Howler]

backpack pull of supplies
SPELLINGZ POLICE QUIKZ!

[Little_Kitty1234]

Seriously though... ankles nao
You wish ;P

Are you there Steve???????????????????????
STEVE?????????????????????????????????????????????

[Howler]

Crap Kitty, you made my page go screwy :O.

[Little_Kitty1234]

Lol i know I changed it though!!!!!! Srry lol

[Howler]

Lol i know I changed it though!!!!!! Srry lol
I forgive you...jesus christ, very off topic atm lol.

[Dead Fish]

You guys know that these kind of threads require patience, right?

Just let it rest when nothing's happening right now.

[Little_Kitty1234]

I forgive you...jesus christ, very off topic atm lol.
Lol i know

[Howler]

You guys know that these kind of threads require little patience, right?
Agreed.

[Little_Kitty1234]

You guys know that these kind of threads require patience, right?
Sometimes I'm not really patient, srry....=P

[Zorgy]

Ah sorry dead fish just keeping the thread going while steves away.
Sorry to get so off topic :(
Edit: Gah you edited while I was posting. Never mind the above then :)

[Howler]

Sometimes I'm not really patient, srry....=P
Yeah Kitty...naughty naughty!

[Little_Kitty1234]

Ah sorry dead fish just keeping the thread going while steves away.
Sorry to get so off topic :(
Don't try and change the topic, you need a girl.....!!!!!!!!!!!=P

[Little_Kitty1234]

Yeah Kitty...naughty naughty!
o.0 0.o

[Zorgy]

Please! I can get as much ankles as I want on the web! ;)
End of off topicness
I've decided that my character will not be finding any kind of gun. Just to be different. Who else is in the UK? Mate we can meet up and have a survior party :)

[Little_Kitty1234]

Please! I can get as much ankles as I want on the web!
O whatever....=P
Ok now it's over
and nope srry form the US

[FaceGrater]

Is there still room? If so I'm in. I've never done it before, so I may need some help.

NAME: Jon Torres
AGE: 21
APPEARANCE: Average height male. He has dark skin and hair and goate. He is wearing a dark green military style jacket, plain black tee, and jeans. He has regular tennis shoes on.
EQUIPMENT: He has an M9 and a satchel with about 2 mags and a box of ammo. He also has a small multi-tool.

Edit: Forgot my bio

BIO: Jon is quite and doesn't joke often. When he does, its is usually dark humor. He was in college learning about electronics and has basic knowledge of circuitry and electronics. His father worked for the navy and built electronics in weaponry. He was hoping to follow in his footsteps. Being some what brainy, he does have some skill with firearms. He went to the range frequently with friends, especially when he bought his pistol not too long ago.

[Little_Kitty1234]

I guess were going to start this tom......

[Garfsan]

Awesome, ill give this a go.

Name: Derek Marshall Reid
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'3" stocky built, rugged looking, looks alot older than he is, tired looking, unshaved, blue eyes, short brown hair, dark blue jeans, boots, long sleeve and short tee (short over long) with camo jacket (bought from surplus store) on top. Burgen on back.
Gear: Bag full of food water and other useful stuff, first aid supplies etc.
Weapon: Piece of pipe with blood splattered over it.

Bio: Derek never was the one to be the center of attention, mainly wanting to just chill with the mates he made and relax with his girfriend. He was born in UK and lived in Stoke for all of his life, meeting Amy his current girlfriend there.
He mainly is quiet but when he knows ppl usually after a few times meeting them he warms up and laughs and jokes with them.
Has various skills, mainly his first aid training and some experience with leading people. Hes had an interest in guns but knows little on how to use/maintain them.
Derek will fiercely protect the people he cares about, and put others before himself even putting himself in harms way to do so.
Now the infection has spread.. he's lost too many friends and his only love in life.. now looking for a way out of this nightmare he looks to the heavens and hopes he can make it out of this shite heap.

[BaldingSteve]

There's no Uk or USA. Just one non-descript area.


@FaceGrater: No M1. Choose a beretta m9 or something.

Alex and Facegrater are in. Sorry hellbound, but I just don't like how yiur guy seems like a super assassin.

We still need 1 more to start.

[FaceGrater]

@Steve alright, guess an m1 is too big, I'll take the m9. Can i keep the satchel with the 20 rounds?

[Little_Kitty1234]

Who will be the lucky person?????????????????????????????? ^-^

[BaldingSteve]

@FaceGrater: have 2 mags and a box of ammo; you can have a satchel.

[Garfsan]

Is my dude ok?

[BaldingSteve]

Oh yes, that's great garfsan. Missed that.

[Little_Kitty1234]

So do we have enough people???????????????????

[BaldingSteve]

So what you all need to do is explain how you get to the hotel. Label it day 0.


Day 0
Silence. That is all Steve had known for the past days. He looked around; the walls were blank, except for the cockroaches. He had moved everything in the small shop to the door. "As long as they don't get in" he had said to himself.
He could hear a scratching noise outside the door. It was them, and he knew it. He knew the door wouldn't hold. He had to get to somewhere safer. He picked up a map from the shop desk. He hadn't even wondered what this shop was before the outbreak. He guessed it was some sort of information center, which would explain the smallness.
He opened up the map, surprised at how small the city was. He looked for any building that seemed it would be reinforced, or at least hard for the infected to reach. Then he saw it: the apartment building where his girlfriend had lived. He had been there once or twice, and was amazed at the heavy doors and reinforced windows that added to its bleak appearance. He also remembered something else. A large sign adorned the outside of the building, an add for a dental company. A large smile remarked, "come to DREEM dental and all your DREEMS will come true!" He had thought it strange that a dental add would be on the outside of an apartment building, but it was a blessing now. It would act as a beacon, a way to find to only salvation left on the earth.
That was where he would go. There he would attempt to make contact with someone, anyone who was still alive.

He moved quickly and with purpose, gathering his few belongings into his small pack. He unholstered his colt and checked chamber and clip: 7 bullets in total. He jumped. It seemed they had broken through his door. There were only 2 of them, and he knew he could take them. He pulled out his bat just as the first infected made contact with him. He swayed to the side, watching his enemy lose balance and fall to the floor. He glanced over at the second infected. It had caught its foot in an open drawer. He walked over to it, closed his eyes, and brought the bat heavily upon the head of its victim. A warm spray of gore followed. The second infected had just gotten back up off of its feet, and as it rushed head first at steve, it met only a solid swing from his bat, cracking its skull, and the bat itself, in two.
Steve laughed, quieting himself quickly. 'If there were two, the have to be more coming' he thought, and he gathered up his things in a flash. Before he knew it, he was at the apartment building. His feet had carried him there by instinct, as he was too preoccupied with watching his surroundings then where he was going. He darted from alley to alley, surprised at his speed.
He then came to the apartment building. He entered the open doors in a flash, closing them as quickly as he had entered. He drew his colt, walking quickly but quietly through the lobby and up the stairs. He had hoped the building would be empty, and it seemed he was correct. He kept going, up and up, not letting himself think of his girlfriend or her apartment. He reached the roof, the pitch-black tar roofing a fitting setting for a meeting of survivors. He closed and bolted the door leading to the roof, knowing that if anyone knocked, they would be human. Luckily, he found a radio with which he used to send out a broadcast, on all channels. "Come to the well-protected building on which a large grin ensures your dreams". He now sits, on the edge of the building, looking out into the expanding desolate landscape before him, hoping someone, anyone would come.

[Garfsan]

woot :)

[Neb]

Name: Angelus Mortis (angel of death) *only known as that*

Appearance: 5'9, white scarred skin. Always seen with jeans, a plain white long sleeve t-shirt, and bakactiva and goggles. (however you spell it). Very strong and agile.

Gear: A backpack with: 9mm pistol with 2 rounds of ammo, a crowbar, granola bars, and a gallon of water.

Bio: Considered a Vigilante of his city, Mortus is a psycotic, extremely skilled killer, yet he only kills for good. Known to almost always use a crowbar to deal death he does carry a cops pistol yet he almost never uses it. Since the zombie outbreak he has been enjoying killing every zombie he has to. He knows that if he is bitten he is done for, so he usually hides and keeps his distance. He has just moved to the country side since the city was overrun. If he has to help somone he will always do it no matter how grave the situation is. He never talks and is very mysterious. Nothing is known of his past. His only goal is to survive and help people for as long as he can breath. But he won't go down easily.

[Keptron]

Edit: NVM, don't put me in RP, I think I wouldn't be online or I would forgot the thread.

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Name: Keptron
Age: 16

Appearance: average looking, not tall with medium length hair and brown eyes, not type of muscular guy, but agile.

Weapons: A jungle knife that a survivor had gave me + long metal pipe + backpack + food/survival related things. ( View teh knife (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31DFJ8CGYZL._SL500_AA280_.jpg) )

Bio: Keptron was in his house with his family, suddenly a strange noise begun, when he looked outside it was a truck who was out of control and entered destroying his house, the explosion had put the house really down, his parents unfortunately died and he was wounded, someone rescued him and saved his life. But this person went out one day to find more supplies and had never come back, maybe it's true that zombies are outside killing people and got him?

[DethPenguin]

Name: Marty Pongwon
Age: 73
Appearance: Extremely old chinese man with a hunchback
Equipment: Cane and Peelz

I'll read what everyone's up to later.

[Garfsan]

(nice start steve ^^)
(Edit)Damn sorry forgot to label "Day 0" sowwiexD

It had been a few days since it had happened...a few days when his world had been turned upside down. On that day it was raining, had been for a while, the thud of the door being a constant reminder not to fall asleep. Not to give in to them.

He wiped the tears from his eyes, in his arms was the crumpled remains of his girlfriend, her eyes closed, she looked peaceful. The last days had been hell.

First his friend Mike had been beaten to death by the horde, ripped and beaten in front of him, his parents shot by policemen who had lost it and his best mate he had known forever was hit by an apc that was sposed to be saving them then crashing into a building and toppling over killing dozens.

He stood up, laying Amy down gently on the floor, smiling one more time.
Looking around the room, he could see a large hotel across the street, the one with the slogan "come to DREEM dental and all your DREEMS will come true!" The large sign would be something easy to spot and he hoped others would think this way and meet there.

He coughed up blood, his bruised ribs slowed his movement and made it hard to breathe sometimes. The horde were relentless...
Between him and the hotel was a large reinforced door, two floors and hell knows how many infected around that building. He walked slowly to the door, picking up his bergen and the rusty pipe that had become his new best friend, slowly releasing the bolt.

Almost instantly 3 burst in. They were all over him. He punched one in the face sending it reeling, the others knocked back by this. He swung heavily into one of the three infected's skull, a spray of claret hitting him in the face. In a swift motion he kicked one other to the floor while smashing it in the skull with his pipe. The third stood up and charged him that had stumbled out of the door.He headbutted this one stunning it before bringing the pipe down on its skull killing it.

Spitting blood on the floor, he looked both ways and made his way down to the street, instinct and adrenaline forcing him on to his objective.
He reached the lobby, five lay dead, another wandering around mumbling to its self. Derek ended him quickly.

He sprinted across the street noticing the entrance doors were shut he spied a fire escape and made his way towards it.
Climbing up, out of the corner of his vision he saw more heading his way, though only two. He dropped down to face them.

He knocked the first down kneeing it in the face while the other punched at him connecting sending him reeling. The blow was heavy but Derek was determined not to die here. He returned with a vicious blow that shattered the infected's jaw, sending it tumbling to the floor, the other stood to face Derek only to find his pipe meet with his face.

He jumped back up the fire escape, pulling the ladder up so it might slow other infected getting up. Picking up his bergen he made his way up to the roof.

The view was a desolate one, smoky buildings that flickered with fire and the sky was a ominous tone.

He noticed a young man atop the edge, and approached him.

[Little_Kitty1234]

Day 0

She clenched her teeth and tightened her grip on her guns. She couldn't believe that the zombies were breaking in the doors already. It felt like she just sat down and rested. She thought about how she just escaped them. Her mind told her to run, to get out of there, but her eyes kept on closing on her. She felt like she could just sleep forever but then she heard a bark. She immediately stood up with her guns ready. It was just her dog, Howie. He was staring at the radio. It was a person, a man, a survivor. He was telling any other survivors to "Come to the well-protected building on which a large grin ensures your dreams" She knew exactly what building he was talking about. She took a long deep breath and grabbed everything. She put one of the First Aid Kits around Howie's neck. Then they both climbed out of the fire escape. Each step she took drained her more but her body wouldn't let her stop. She made it down and so did Howie but all she heard were the growls and groans of the infected. She checked her back then her sides and decided it was safe to go on. She told Howie to watch her back and he courageously listened. She threw him a treat for listening and told him there would be plenty more after that once we got to a safe place. He barked and she told him to hush. All she heard after that was footsteps, footsteps getting closer and the loud annoying screams. She knew it was them, the zombies.

She instantly pulled out her guns and ran. She told Howie to run, to run as fast as he possibly could. He listened. She put all of her strength into her legs. She sprinted like she never sprinted before. She noticed Howie looking back to make sure she was okay every once in a while. That made her feel safe. So she did something she usually wouldn't do. She turned around, put one foot behind the other and shot a bullet with one of her pistols. Then another and then another. Her body was in perfect sync. Every bullet was followed by a step. She was landing perfect shots. They were all going straight for the head. Then she was snapped out of her trance with a howl. She turned around and saw Howie already at the hotel panting. She giggled, and then remembered she was being chased. She started sprinting again. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw a man on the rooftop. She told Howie to go inside and go to the elevator. He, of course, obeyed. She launched herself through the doors and locked them. She went straight for the elevator. She didn't see Howie. She got worried and screamed his name. Then she was grabbed from behind and was on the ground in a blink of an eye. She told herself it was over, that there was no way she could get out of this. Then the zombie was knocked off of her and made a death-curling sound. She opened her eyes and saw it was Howie who saved her. She couldn't thank him yet though; she called the elevator and got in then rode to the top. When the doors opened she saw two men talking and she approached them, hoping for this to be the end of the day.


I hope you all like the first one and jsut say so if I should change anything!!!! ^-^

[The Bottle]

Day 0

Jesus sat in the reception of the surgery, head in hands, fending off yet another alarming anxiety attack, of which had began to plague him and had suddenly become part of his life. He sat there trying to block it all out, though most of all he thought to himself, 'this was not the weekend I had planned'.
Along with the other members of the practice, they had rented a fishing cabin out by the river at the edge of town. 'The guys are probably all dead, the cabin overrun, the river choked with bloated rotting bodies', he mused. Being the owner of the business he had stayed late, he had kept his gear in the office off the reception, intending to meet the guys over at the river after dark.
After regaining control of himself, he began to think about the stream of events that had landed him here. Sitting on the chair of his, most likely, dead receptionist, thinking incongruously that his white apron really should not have so much blood on it.
He had left the news on in the background as he was clearing away his instruments from his last patient, when suddenly prime-time was interrupted by the world changing announcements. He had sat for at least another hour in front of the flashing images.
Jesus switched off the TV and began to call his friends, one by one, static. Nothing, nobody. Moving over to the window he could see a guy trying car doors, frantically from one to the next. Opening the window, 'get out of here thief' he shouted. The man looked up, startled and quite clearly shocked, even more so when two other figures dashed at him from the shadows, tackled him and all three went down behind the car. Jesus watched as a few minutes later they all got up and ran as a gang down the street. He decided to step back from the window and watch some more news.
I didn't take long for the reality of the situation to sink in, helped in great doses by an encounter he had in the hallway, out the offices. It was on his first and only foray out, luckily with his weekend gear, intending to high-tail it to where things may make more sense. It had been quick and blunt. He hadn't gone far when he came across a girl in the hall. He rationalised it afterwards that subconsciously he had known she was one of them and that he had not lashed out in fear. After all, who could still keep coming with that many stab wounds and her head and legs at such grotesque angles. Blood was everywhere, coating the folded chair in his shaking hand. He dropping it to withdraw his hunting knife embedded to the hilt in the girls throat.
Another scream brought him back to the present and he stood resolutely. Back at the window, he had not seen anybody for a few days, or rather nobody who was not running for their lives, or somebody elses. But in the last few hours he had seen a number of people running in the apartment building in which his dental practice was situated. Maybe they were not infected, one had a dog, surely that would have been on the menu if they were. 'Why had they not looked here?', he wondered
He packed his weekend gear back into the bag along with a few random medical supplies. The roof seemed a sensible destination, the streets were not safe..

[FaceGrater]

Day 0

Everyone is dead. Either one of the infected monsters that tormented the innocent, or literally dead. It had been a few days since everything went to hell. And if Jon was honest with himself, he was fairly apathetic about it. His Mom, Dad, and two brothers were missing or dead. He couldn't contact his friends that might have had a chance to survive. He was alone.

He moved from building to building rummaging for supplies or food. Each building was another disappointment. These homes and stores were already heavily looted, probably back when the outbreak was small and the chaos was starting. He kept low and quiet as he moved through streets and buildings. Alerting big groups of zombies would do him no good, unless he wanted to die. He came across a radio shack. Most of the items were taken but in the back room he found a small hand held radio still in its package. He unwrapped it, found some batteries and turned it on. Scanning the channels he heard a voice talking about some safe building. He immediately knew which building, and it was only a few blocks over.

He exited the store and made his way through the streets. He walked low down the side walk with his M9 pistol in hand. He had a satchel over his shoulder. As he walked by a particular car, his satchel caught the side mirror and ripped it off violently. The owner had set the alarm before it was abandoned and it rung out with a shrill sound. "Shit!" he yelled. He watched as every zombie around him turned its head in his direction. They moved towards him as a group with one purpose. To kill him. Jon ran for his life down a side alley. This helped him loose about half the group chasing him. However, as he rounded a corner towards his goal, another zombie appeared before him. Not wanting to draw any more attention, he pistol whipped the zombie in the face. He then stomped it's skull as it lay on the ground. He climbed a fence and saw a fire escape ladder that was pulled up with many zombies around it. They were chasing someone and they went up right there. Not sure how to proceed, walked cautiously near them. He saw a dumpster by the wall and had an idea. He walked up behind it and pushed it with all his might towards the group blocking his salvation. It slammed them to the ground and out of the way. He ran, using the wall to jump off of, to reach the fire escape.

He grabbed hold and pulled himself up. As he stopped to catch his breath for a second, he saw the billboard the man on the radio talked about. He climbed the rest of the way and saw three more guys and a younger girl. He walked solemnly towards them and waved. Maybe there was a chance after all.

[The Bottle]

slightly off topic, but does anybody remember the name of a book where a bunch of people met on a rooftop on new years eve, all were there because they were gonna commit suicide for different reasons. They then all made a pact to try and help sort each others lives out or they would all jump together. it was a well known one that this really started to remind me of. ( not the zombie bit, just the random people meeting on a rooftop)

[SlainPwner666]

Day 0
Mark Jones stood in the living room, looking out the window. There were fires everywhere. He saw a group of people sprinting at his house. "FUCK" he yelled. He ran into his bedroom, and reached a hand under the bed. He felt the cold metal in his grip, and hefted the M4A1 assault rifle in his hands. It felt like an extension of his arm, a family member. He then heard something smashing at his door, and knew he didn't have much time left. Reaching into his nightstand, he pulled out another familiar face, a M9 semi automatic pistol. He then heard the door break, and slammed his bedroom door and locked it. He then turned on the radio. The president, sounding grim, said in a looping signal....

" Fellow Americans, I come to you in a state of emergency. Sometime earlier yesterday, there were scattered rumors of a new disease, known as the "Outbreak". This disease is now in america. Sufferers are now known to go into a blind rage, and attack anything not infected. I strongly urge all citizens to either stay in their homes, or head to the designated safe zone in your city and or state. Avoid contact with the infected at all costs. Please turn to your news station for more information on your local situation"

Mark hears a loud crash, and knows he doesn't have long now. He quickly turns to the local radio, and the following looping broadcast occurs.

" All residents, please immediately evacuate to the following location. Dreems dentists, it is a well fortified location on the east side of town. Look for the sign. Wait at this location for evacuation."

A hand suddenly smashes through the door, groping about. Screw no contact, he thought. He raised his pistol and put three rounds into the hand. The hand went limp, and he raised his M4. Taking aim at about head height, he held the trigger down, and when he stepped into the hall, he saw a row of bodies. He then realized that he was enjoying this. He stopped himself. And then continued on. His phone rang. Keeping one hand on his gun, he picked up.

Hello?
Mark?
Sarah?
Sarah where are you?
Im fine. We are just about to be dusted off for evac. Where are you?
I'm heading towards the safe zone. You take care of yourself.
You too.

He hung up. He had known Sarah for years, and they were good friends. Hearing her voice, momentarily took him out of the nightmare. He then went snapping back. A body lay on the ground. He recognized him. He ran over, but then stood back up. It was david, one of his good friends. He was missing his throat. back away said the unknown voice. He suddenly realized he was getting angry, but this time he didn't stop. Almost perfectly on time, two infected stepped around the corner. They growled at him, and he realized he was growling back. He unsheathed his combat knife, and ran at them. He jumped a good four feet off the ground, and planted his knife firmly in the infected's skull. He then punched the other in the face, and lay on him, stabbing him again and again. He then began to tremble, and just sat there, covered in blood. He picked up his guns, and carried on. He then saw it, the dental building. Two infected were standing in the entrance, he shot one in the head, and clubbed the other one with his pistol. He shot it twice just to make sure, and then ran into the building. Even though a building with infected was not a safe place to be, he found 5 other people inside, and hoped that he had finally reached the safe spot

[ReaperzJayz]

May I Join?

My Bio
Name: Justin (Last Name Unknown)
Age:16
Appearance; Medium sized person.Birthmark scar across he face and mediumly tanned.Regular sized teenager.Has black hair and dark brown eyes.
Weapons:2 M9 pistols and 1 hunting knife
Bio:Likes to joke around loves playing games with shooting in them.

[FaceGrater]

Steve, you should update the original post with who is in, just to avoid confusion.

[SlainPwner666]

so, should we wait for him to do day 1? Or just let the thread go along?

[FaceGrater]

so, should we wait for him to do day 1? Or just let the thread go along?

We have to wait until everyone has posted their "Day O".

[SlainPwner666]

I think everyone has. We can always add more characters as the story goes on. Hey!!! I SEE SOMEONE!!!!!

[The Bottle]

People in the UK will have to sleep though. I'm going to bed now, so Slain, you better not be on week2 by the morning

[SlainPwner666]

ah dayum. I almost had the rescue written out.
Alright. I guess we'll wait for anyone else that wants to jump on late

[FaceGrater]

Zorgy hasn't written his "day 0", neither had Alex I think.

[SlainPwner666]

Whoops. Mistook Bottle for zorgy. I is sorrislain
and who's this alex guy?
Edit: Facepalm. My bad, found him

[Hellbound107]

Do they have to be so damn long?

Day 0

An Altima car was swerving in between the other vehicles that were scattered a long the road. Justin kept pulling the wheel sharply from side to side. He saw someone run across the road in the distance and go into a building. He never knew the infected to have a destination without prey. He had been on the road all day and had made a habit of studying the enemy. He turned down another road before the building and continued going forward as he tried to continue making his way across the hellish roads. the infected were constantly running out in front of him and they were leaving more blood on his cracked windshield then the windshield wipers could wipe off. Something landed on top of the hood of his car and reached its hand in through the shattered driver's window.

Justin panicked and slammed on the breaks. All the supplies he had piled onto the back seat went flying forward. He felt the impact of a box full of junk hit the back of his seat. A hunter landed several feet in front of the vehicle and stood up with a growl. Justin let out a war cry and slammed his foot onto the gas. The hunter jumped clear over the car and the Altima ramped a car that had been flipped upside down. The Altima went completely air born and landed on top of the bed a pickup truck. The ass end of the car was touching the road while the front end was pointing diagonally up toward the roof of a gas station. Justin relaxed and turned the engine off. "That was fun..." he said out loud to himself as he reached behind him and grabbed a back pack and his rifle. He put them on his back as he opened the door and looked back at a massive movie crowd of infected.

He jumped to the ground and took off running toward the gas station. The crowd was gaining on him quickly. Justin pulled out his revolver that he kept strapped into his belt and fired into the gas station pumps. "Please have a back exit! Please have a back exit!" he shouted as he passed the pumps and ran into the station. He grabbed several lighters from the check out counter and stuffed them into his pockets. He kept one out and grabbed a family guy shirt off of a display. He ran back out of the station and lit the shirt on fire. The infected were just starting to pass the first pumps as he threw the burning shirt on a leaking hose. He ran back through the station and went into the back were the groceries were kept before being put on the shelves. He saw the word EXIT glowing like symbol of salvation. He pushed through the door and was instantly jumped by a hunter. "Gaa! Son of a bitch!" he screamed as the hunter tried its best to get past his arms. He kept knocking the hunters hands away whenever it went in to scratch him. A loud roar ripped through Justin's ears and the gas station exploded.

The exit door was blown off of its hinges and hit the hunter off of Justin as it flew through the air. The hunter let off a yelp of pain as it was hit. Justin held out his revolver and steadied his aim as he put a round into the hunters head. He shook his hand to shake off the numbness caused by the push back from the round and quickly stood up. The gas station was completely engulfed in flames. Justin turned and heard the sound of several foot steps, so he took off running down the empty street behind the gas station. The street took him through an alley, which took him to another street. The street was crowded with infected, but they didn't seem to even notice him. They were going after someone else.

Justin ran past the crowd and into an apartment building, maybe he could catch up with who ever else was around. The infected finally took interest as he passed them and all moved in unisom to get him. He ran toward and elevator and jumped over a dead body. As his feet touched the floor, his finger hit the button for the elevator, nothing happened. he didn't have time to wait for it so he ran up down a small passage and headed up a set of stairs He reached several floors up where he found an apartment that was open. He turned and fired several rounds from his revolver into the infected before taking several steps back and slamming the door shut.

"Holy shit!" Justin shouted as he took a moment to catch his breath. A random infected woman tackled him and began punching him in the chest. "Get the hell off of me!" he shouted and pistol wiped her in the face. She stopped moving and slowly turned her head back toward his. Half of her face was bright red and she looked even more pissed then before. She raised her arms to slam them down onto his head, but he put his revolver under her chin and sprayed her brain matter across the wall behind her. Her body fell to the side and he pushed the rest of her off. After taking a moment to once again breath and stretch, he looked around to make sure he was alone. The power was on in the room and he could see several weapons spread out across the floor. There was a body lying in the center.

Justin strode slowly over and grabbed a pistol from the random assortment of weapons, most to strange to even bother with. He was tempted by a large sword, but decided to leave it. After filling his back pack up with several pistol clips, he continued took a home made pipe bomb from the collection of weapon and readied it. He opened the front door and tossed the bomb out into the group of infected and reslamed the door. After a brief explosion, Justin took off running out the door and continued up the stairs.

[SlainPwner666]

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[Little_Kitty1234]

(Yawn) i will tom............ ^-^

[Keptron]

Question:
We can create RP character as zombie since you haven't specified?

[BaldingSteve]

OOC: Slain, I can tell you are new to rp'ing. You can't control what others do. We are still all on the roof, and until we post again, that's where we'll stay. Please fix your post so that you get to the roof; you don't make anyone else's character do anything. Also delete that entire second post.

Also, hellbound, I'll let you have a spot.

We're still waiting on Zorgy and someone else I think.

@Keptron, no.

Please remember that I am the one that will find weapons, decide where we go etc. You write as your character (can disagree etc) but I'm the one who 'announces' hordes and things.

[ReaperzJayz]

So am i in?

[SlainPwner666]

whoops. Me bad
Alright. You are right, I am new to RPing, uh, I hope I fixed it.

[BaldingSteve]

OOC:

Good enough.
@Jayz; no look at page 1.

[Nuttz]

Damn it missed out! Stupid school >.>

[Poodge]

I'm snowed in and my PC is broken.

How... are you on here?

[alex]

day 0

How did all his happen? Little did Alex remember from the beginning of the outbreak. Its been several days now since the first infection. After that everything went to hell. Now he has been sitting here, at the 2nd story of his home, for about three days. He knew he couldn't stay here, he would run out of food. he had been eating nothing but canned food. luckily he had filled his bathtub with water so at least he had enough water for a few days. He had been thinking about everything that was gone: his parents, his brother,his friends.. everything. His live would never be the same again. He knew that now it was just him in here and them out there. He hasn't fought any of the infected though, by keeping a low profile they haven't noticed him.

Alex looked out of the window, and all he saw was chaos. Fire in several houses across the street, wrecked cars everywhere, and the infected wandering the streets aimlessly like plague. He knew he had to get out someday, and then he had to fight them. His rapier sheathed to his belt, he wondered how it would do in combat. Well he was soon going to find out. A few infected spotted him from the street! a female zombie let out a loud shriek and they began to run towards his house. A few seconds later he heard them bashing at the door. 'ow ****!!" He sayed to himself and ran towards the stairs. He had put a few mattresses in front of it to create a barricade. A few minutes later he heard a loud crack, the front door was broken by the infected. They ran up the stairs, with their insanely looking eyes and loud screams. His rapier hit the first infected hard, right through his torso. He pulled his blade out of the infected, blood and pieces of flesh on it. the infected fell of the stairs in a loud yell, falling on the others of the stairs. Alex laughed loudly:'hahaha!! come and get me bastards!!' After 5 minutes of fighting he had killed all the infected that were attacking the house.

'That was good, but more would come soon.' Alex thought. He had to get out, but how? There were about 50 infected down on the street, and where would he go? Then suddenly, he remembered they had an old portable radio they used on holidays. He found the radio and tried it on every frequency. then he heard out of the radio: 'Come to the well-protected building on which a large grin ensures your dreams.'he remembered there was an apartment building with a billboard about dreams. 'Well looks like i have a heading now, all that stands between is an army of zombies' Alex sayed to himself. How was going to get pasted them? If he would lure them to his barricade, they would overwhelm him.

Then, out of nowhere, a loud car alarm sound came from a few streets away. All the infected in his street started to scream and ran towards it. 'hmm i didn't knew it would be that easy' Alex sayed laughing. He packed the radio, his backpack with canned food and bottles of water and a first aid kit.

He readjusted his cap, took a deep breath and left his barricade. His rapier steady in his hand , he sneaked slowly towards the apartment. All the infected where gone. After he most thrilling walk of his live, Alex arrived at the apartment. He slowly walked up the stairs, knowing the elevator was most likely defect. On the 5th floor, he suddenly bummed into an infected. It turned, looked at him with a strange, soulless look in his eyes. Before he could yell anything, Alex thrusted the blade into his leg. the creature fell to the ground, growling. Before he got up, Alex's rapier reached his neck. Cleaning his blade on the infected's clothes, he continued up the stairs. He finally reached the roof, the view was both amazing and horrifying. The entire city was a chaos. After watching the view for a while, he walked towards the people that were grouped further on the roof.' I'm safe, for now' he whispered to himself...

*EDIT* off topic: thanks for letting me in guys! :D i wrote my first part on school so forgive me for bad grammar, the automatic correction doesn't work here. anyway, i have a couple of questions about the story:

1: are all the survivors immune to the infection?
2: can i change something to another survivor if i have his permission? for example, can i bandage someone up if he wants to?

As you can see, my writing isn't that good. please give me your feedback on how to write better. what parts must have more detail (the fighting, the emotion etc.)or what part has too much detail?

[bastados]

I blame the snow..it does strange things to people

[SlainPwner666]

Ooooorrlyy??
[twitch]
wweeelllllll ttthhhheeennnn, Gah THE PAIN. Do not resist us timmy. GIVE ME THE EXTRACT!!!!

[Howler]

Off topic here, but Steve, I re-posted my stuff on PG2... and half the people n PG3 got in lol...

[Zorgy]

Take me out of it.The time difference is just too big. I'm asleepw hile everyone else is posting theirs then I've got school so there's no point me keeping you all behind. ah well.

[Girls Are Pretty]

rapier

What the fuck?

[Howler]

Take me out of it.The time difference is just too big. I'm asleepw hile everyone else is posting theirs then I've got school so there's no point me keeping you all behind. ah well.
You still get the peelz...

[Zorgy]

You have no idea how much that means to me howler : D

[alex]

What the fuck?

Its a sword used in the 16 and 17th centuries.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapier
*Edit: Am i the only one with just a sword and a knife? O.o

[Howler]

*Edit: Am i the only one with just a sword and a knife? O.o
Did your school tell you nothing boy? EVERYONE is different.

[alex]

Did your school tell you nothing boy? EVERYONE is different.


your right. i was just wondering how it would be if were gonna fight some infected. everybody else has got big ass assault rifles!

[Howler]

i was just wondering how it would be if were gonna fight some infected
Use the spoons Luke.

[SlainPwner666]

your right. i was just wondering how it would be if were gonna fight some infected. everybody else has got big ass assault rifles!
note blood filled mental breakdown. Ill try to make mark lose it a few more times during the story, and he will always use his knife

[Garfsan]

i have a steel pipe lols.. and bruised ribs :P i think im the only injured char in the Rp lol atmo.

Also to clarify i have done the first day and am now waiting for steve to carry on the story? I have rp'ed but not on a forum (ie where ppl are diff times on and have jobs gf/bf's etc)

So i now wait a bit yeah?

[SlainPwner666]

Yea. Because of my screw up, I think imma wait for most of the others to post before I do. However, I try to tell a story here, eh?

[Little_Kitty1234]

I wonder what Day 1 will be like???????? ^-^

[alex]

I wonder what Day 1 will be like???????? ^-^

i suppose the team will meet, introduce them selfs, and roles will be divided(pleeeease let me be the teams' medic XD) and the leader, probably steve, will tell us where to go.

[Little_Kitty1234]

i suppose the team will meet, introduce them selfs, and roles will be divided(pleeeease let me be the teams' medic XD) and the leader, probably steve, will tell us where to go.
Most likely but I wonder what Steve will throw at us.... Like I bet he's gonna send a hunter at us then a boomer and we'll all be blind while fighting.......^_^

[alex]

we'll all be blind while fighting
'aaah my eyes! i cant seperate zombie from friend now!! 'slashes wildly with his sword' aaaw crap XD

[Little_Kitty1234]

'aaah my eyes! i cant seperate zombie from friend now!! 'slashes wildly with his sword' aaaw crap
lol ya good luc k writing about that.... ^-^

[alex]

lol ya good luc k writing about that.... ^-^
haha nah, team killing isnt allowed i guess. so of course it doesnt count.
cant wait till day 1!

[Little_Kitty1234]

Me 2 so Steve needs to hurry and post it =D

[SlainPwner666]

roles will be divided
hmm. I suppose that steve will choose, but if I can, I would like to be the jackass on the outside, but cares about his team on the inside, and dies in a heroic way, saving the rest of the team, saying a fucking awesome one liner as I fire my last bullet, and getting a awesome montage in the end of the movie

[leet_headcrab]

Too late to join?

[SlainPwner666]

I dont think so

[Little_Kitty1234]

Too late to join?
I'm not sure because Zorgy might not be doing it anymore but idk Steve might of made him....=P

[SlainPwner666]

Yea, he might take zorgy's spot, but we will have to kill zorgy off and get him into the building somehow

[Little_Kitty1234]

Hmmmmm.........

[SlainPwner666]

Let's wait for Steve. I have various ways to die epically in an apocalypse, but I need his consent first

[Little_Kitty1234]

I wish he would get on!!!!!!! i'm ready to write!!!! ^-^

[SlainPwner666]

Indeed

[The Bottle]

Patience people. I wanna be the erratic one who is normal most the time but has bouts of insanity. Elephant neck horse monkeys. If you're in a hurry, just write your ideas off forum and see if you can squeeze them in, horse monkeys, later. Ghost fondling philanthropists.

[Little_Kitty1234]

Lol like I said earlier i can be a little impatient ^-^

[SlainPwner666]

MUST..... KEEP...... THREAD...... ALIVE.............. DURING............ OP's ABSENCE!!!!!!
BREATHE DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OT: Is there anyway to actually die? Or is everyone gonna make it?

[Little_Kitty1234]

I kind of think everybody might make it but who knows.......

[Garfsan]

I can see me dying lols ^^ Cause im the char with nothing to lose lols and only has a pipe atmo and busted ribs :P

Yeah hoping for day 1 ^^

[SlainPwner666]

If anyone is gonna die, it's gonna be me, and I am gonna do something really awesome, like set off a gas station by hand, frying a horde, and then the helicopter comes, so basically I just saved everyone.

[FaceGrater]

I could tie your shoe laces together so you trip over when we run from a horde?

[SlainPwner666]

-_-

I will be angrislain, and haunt you until you become an hero

[Little_Kitty1234]

..............

[SlainPwner666]

[twitch] [twitch]

[BaldingSteve]

OOC:
I'll answer the questions first (I don't get home until 6 every day so y'all have to be patient)

-no, there is no dying unless the character's controller wants it to be.
-everyone is immune
-you can do things like heal etc, but you can't take the role of anyone else other than your character.

IC:
Day 1 1:00am - 1:30am

Steve stood up, shocked at all of the people who had surrounded him. He had dozed off from fatigue and the need for a night's rest, but he awoke when he heard something stirring behind him. He drew his colt as silently as he could and whipped around, gun at the ready, to meet the possible horde behind him.
"Holy fuck, I guess I'm not the only one!" Steve said, addressing the healthy faces looking at him. "Hello! My name is Steve. Who are all of you, and before we lose track, tell me what weapons you have, what ammo they use, and how much ammo you have." Steve said as quietly as he could. "And be quick about it; we may not be alone."

[FaceGrater]

Steve, What time does your segment end? How should we respond since you are the one in charge of where we go and attacks? I'm just not sure how to write mine yet.

[SlainPwner666]

I think he just wants, in the words mark might use, He wants a sitrep, ASAP

[BaldingSteve]

OOC:

You just write how your char reacts to other chars. I'll announce hordes and things, and you will react accordingly.

Like this:
-Horde attacks; Steve barricades the building
-Someone asks Steve a question; Steve responds/doesn't respond.

It's at the same time.

[SlainPwner666]

well, like I said, Imma wait for others to respond, so I dont end up "Directing" again
alright, its about 11:00 my time, just to give you guys a time frame.

[FaceGrater]

Day 1: 1:00am -1:30 am

With the ordeal in the street over, and what appeared to be everyone that was going to come there, Jon listened to the man that sent out the message. He seemed tired. He looked around at the other survivors, one looked injured. He'd have to keep am eye out on that. the man that sent out the message said his name was Steve. He wanted to know everyone's name and what equipment they had.
"My name is Jon. I was an electronics student before this shit happened." He paused for a second. "Gear wise, I'm a bit low. I have an M9 and 2 clips with a small box of ammo. I also have a multi-tool. Never leave home without it." He paused again, thinking. He hadn't seen this many people in while, or he at least had not seen this many that didn't want to kill him. He then asked the next logical question. "So what's the plan guys?"


@Steve: Am I doing it right? If I'm not, tell me what I need to change.

[BaldingSteve]

OOC:
That's fine.

[Nuttz]

I can has play?

[Papa Luigi]

i wanna to mate...but it clearly says it's too late...

[Nuttz]

FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU...

[alex]

day 1'Meet the team'

Alex looked at every person in the group. 'its been a while since i looked at so many human faces' he sayed smiling.' Im Alex. I was a physiotherapy student before the zombies decided to kill al my teachers. and Jon, at least you got a gun. all i have is my sword, a pocket knife, and my backpack with some canned food, some water and a first aid kit. Speaking of it, i know first aid. so i hope that will come in handy if anyone gets hurt. Or is anyone hurt already?' Alex looked around him, waiting for an answer. 'Anyway, if anyone is willing to give me his sidearm, ill will be greatly in his debt. I suppose i wont be very effective in combat with just my sword.' He sighed. he was lucky he didn't faced a horde of them. he would never survive that. 'but like Jon sayed, i wonder what we will do now' Alex sayed while looking at Steve.

off story: and there's my part. as you can see, im willing to heal anyone who is hurt. and about the gun, nobody is forced to give it to me :) it will just change how i will do in combat etc.

[SlainPwner666]

Mark smiled at the person called alex, and just as if he were a grunt back in the army, tossed him his M9. "Take care of her, kid" he said almost sarcastically. He has treated that gun like his brother for over 15 years. But oh well, everything ends. He then turned to the person known as steve.
Mark: "Staff Sergeant Mark Jones ready and willing. I came here from my house, I encountered light infected resistance, but it seems that they are staying in the downtown area. I carry an M4A1 semi automatic assault rifle, and I have about 5 clips worth left. I also carry a combat knife for when they get in my face, or I get bored. It looks like we are in the clear, for now s-."
He had to stop himself from automatically saying sir, just like he did when someone gave orders. He didn't take orders from a civilian, unless they sounded nice and bloody.
While the others described themselves to "Steve" who it seemed like was the unofficial leader of the pack, mark took in all the details. For one, the only girl in the group seemed to be the owner of the dog in the corner, because wherever she went, he went. He hated animals. But oh well, its her dead weight. He also noticed, that one of them was hunched slightly. Indicating a stomach wound. Mark didn't know about how the infection spread, but he kept his hand on his knife the whole time. When the man known as "Jon" had asked "So, what now guys?" mark had decided that he had no say in this, and stepped aside, waiting for a response

[FaceGrater]

Hey steve, I have another question. I know you announce attacks and what not, but say we make one of our characters stray off or get seperated, would we be alowed to fight zombies since it doesn't affect other players or control them?

[Garfsan]

When Derek had got to the roof only one person was there, the young man who had sent out a message over the radio he had heard on his way down to the street.

He was the first there to the roof, and soon after others joined, an older man, a young female teen with a dog that reminded him of Amy, another teen and some others. One of them stood out as military, he stood up straight seemingly aloof from all this, rifle in his hand, and a face that to him said he had alot of stories to tell. He wasn't sure about this man.

As the others came to the roof, Derek moved away and squatted down, wincing in pain but trying not to show it, he knew the crazy lengths that people went to when they saw people were hurt and what they would do, he had experienced this already first hand. He did his best to hide the pain but as he stood up, he grunted loudly

Fuck he thought to himself, spitting blood on the floor.

Once the group had arrived, they started introducing themselves and the one who seems to have take the lead known as Steve, asked what equipment they had.

As the others talked amongst themselves, and at one point the soldier passing a pistol to one of the younger ones, and cracking sarcastically. Derek looked out over the city, the charred smoky remains of his city, where he had lived all his life and he found himself looking at the picture of Amy in his wallet. Her angelic features smiling back at him.

"At least your out of this, away from this nightmare" He thought to himself sighing loudly.

After hearing the others explain/introduce/blather on he coughed stepped back near the group and decided to join in

"My names Derek, i hate this, i have a bloody pipe and supplies." he paused to wipe blood from his chin "Anyone got a smoke?"

[alex]

Off story: can i post multiply posts in the same story-time? if not, ill delete this post.

On story:

'Thanks man! and don't worry, ill think i can handle it. ' Alex sayed with a big smile on his face to the man who gave him the pistol.'Here take some this, in case we get separated and you need something against the pain.' he sayed and handed him 3 pain killers. 'Now i'm ready for combat' he thought excitingly. Then he looked back at the person who gave him the gun. he talked to the radio-guy, as if it was his superior in the army. 'Good thing we a soldier in our team, he would kill the infected as if it were flies!' He felt quite comfortable with this thought in his mind.

Then he looked at a rugged, old looking man. He introduced himself to the group. his name was Derek, but he didn't tell anything about what kind of person he was before the outbreak. Alex noticed some blood on his beard. 'Are you alright there, sir?' he asked him...

[FaceGrater]

I don't think Garfsan's character is "Old." He's 21, though he is physically F'ed up from his ribs.

[SlainPwner666]

He looked at the pills the man had just given him. They looked like standard painkillers. He slid them into his pocket. He then turned to the survivors.
Mark: I'll be right back. I'm going to go search for stuff.

Before I go on, is this ok steve?

[alex]

I don't think Garfsan's character is "Old." He's 21, though he is physically F'ed up from his ribs.
he says in his bio that he looks older then he is, and find people above 20 years old XD sorry

[FaceGrater]

he says in his bio that he looks older then he is, and find people above 20 years old XD sorry

Oh haha, so you saying I'm old? Better hope slain doesn't find you, he's even older haha.

[SlainPwner666]

YOU FUCKER!!!!!!
COME BACK HERE!!!!!
[AH MY HIP]

[Little_Kitty1234]

She curled up in a corner as all of the people came. She was partly afraid but excited to see people. She was starting to think she was the only survivor left. Then the man named Steve told everybody to introduce themselves and explain what type of equipment they had. She let other people go ahead of her. She watched as people explained their important lives and medical duties. She didn't want to talk more and more. She felt like if she told them the truth they would just see her and Howie as useless. She walked over to the side of the roof while still listening. Howie followed and jumped his upper body up on the side to look with her. She noticed a man, who looked really old, kept staring at Howie. So far she didn't like him. Then it seemed it was her turn to speak.
She sighed and said "Her name was Catherine but you can call me Kitty." She told all of them about her father and how she learned to shoot. She then went on to say "She had two M9's with 6 clips of ammo and a bat but that's it."
She then told everyone about Howie. She told them that "He was a police dog and that he's great at finding weapons and food." She even explained how he's immune to the infection. She even explained how he saved her and that his collar right now is a First Aid Kit so you can put supplies in there.
When she was done she felt a little better but she still felt like they might leave her. She then let the rest talk...

It's probably not as good as the first one because I was in a rush.....^-^

[alex]

YOU FUCKER!!!!!!
COME BACK HERE!!!!!
[AH MY HIP]

hahaha XD

[BaldingSteve]

Anyone that doesn't post their story by 8:00 pm EST is getting kicked out.
OOC: It's fine slain and alex. You can post more than once in a day. You are you basically; if you want to go barricade the doors and leave abruptly, do it. If you want to cower in a corner, that's fine too.

@Kitty; use quotes, please.

@FaceGrater; you can fight anything that tries to kill you, and you can create encounters on your own. I just control the big storyline things like hordes and such.

IC:

Day 1 1:30am - 1:45am

"Well hello." Steve said, putting the safety on and subsequently holstering his pistol. "I'm assuming you all want to stay alive, and that's what we're going to do. Let's get some things straight first. Me and mark seem like the most competent ones here; you will listen to us. If you don't like it, you can leave." Steve said, waiting for a response.

[Little_Kitty1234]

I hope that's better Steve ^-^

[FaceGrater]

Day 1 1:30am - 1:45am

Jon scoffed at the idea of taking orders from someone younger than him. Arrogance, frustration from the events that had unfolded, he didn't know why he felt like that. But if the rest of the group was fine with it, he would have to be too. He walked away from the group and leaned against the door to the stair case that lead to the roof and listened as the rest talked. Young man, Steve, laid out a plan. He would just tag along, it didn't matter. He preferred to be by himself but he knew he had a better chance of survival with these people. He was always the introvert, so he just stood by and listened.

[Little_Kitty1234]

1:46am-1:48am...

"Yes sir," Kitty said and Howie barked. She just stared at Steve and thought about what might actually happen.

Then she layed down with Howie and fell asleep...

[Garfsan]

01:30-01:45

Derek Looked at Alex, when he asked if he was ok who seemed no older than 17 but seem concerned about him. He had called him sir. Also the young girl had sat down in the corner look worried. The others were talking and telling life stories. Derek had no interest in telling his.

"Look at my face do i look ok?" He gruffly replied to Alex "Don't call me sir either will you, Im not that damn old" He paused looking at the kid for a second "Though thanks for the concern. I'll be ok" HE smiled at him.

After a few more minutes, he looked at his watch

01:40 time to rest for a bit

Derek found a spot to perch next to and slumped to the floor putting his bergen on the floor. He began to rummage around in it.

After a few minutes, he gave up looking for a smoke and instead offered the bottles of water he had grabbed. They were new and still sealed and cool too. He rolled a few unopened bottles in front of him, pouring some in a small bowl he'd been using for cereal so the dog could drink if it wanted.

He stared up at the sky,

What a crock o' shit he thought to himself.

(off topic, by what time is 8pm EST in GMT? plus is mine ok to keep doing lots of what hes doing ie describing more or do you just want straight answers?)

[alex]

'Alright, alright im sorry' Alex sayed to Derek. 'Gheez' he thought, 'I was just trying to help.'The man apologized later and smiled at him, and Alex gave him a quick smile back. 'They were never going to be soulmates' he thought. But they had the greatest chance of survival together, so he had to make the best of it. He then turned his attention to Steve, who was telling the group that he and Mark will be leading the group.'that's fine by me' he sayed. Mark had already won his respect and trust, so he happy with that.

a few minutes later the group scattered a bit around the rooftop, each finding a place to sleep. after finding a spot for himself, Alex put off his backpack, pulled the cans with food out of it, and slowly layed his head on it. he readjusted his cap so they would cover his eyes, and went into a deep slumber very quickly....

[alex]

Off story: Derek, what are you doing with the dog? XD sorry i cant make any sense out of it

[Little_Kitty1234]

Lol ya what are you up to with my dog....=D

[Garfsan]

@ Alex and Kitty:Put some water in the bowl he uses for breakfast so he can drink out of it :)

[Little_Kitty1234]

Put some water in the bowl he uses for breakfast so he can drink out of it
O ^-^ That makes sense

[Garfsan]

OT: I love dogs so i made sure he could have a drink, hed prolly be panting when i saw him so as the guy who looks out for others after a while id help out how i can.

[Little_Kitty1234]

Lol ^-^

[Gutspill]

!!!OOC!!!
What a crock o' shit

Sounds like Bill. Lulz.

[Little_Kitty1234]

Sounds like Bill. Lulz
Lol wow now that you mention it he kind of does!!! ^-^

[Bill_the_nonchalant]

Is it to late to join? This looks interesting.

[BaldingSteve]

OOC:
EST is GMT - 5

The Bottle and Hellbound107 did not post by 8:00 and were therefore kicked out of the rp. Any posts by them will be disregarded. Sorry.

Day 1 1:45 am - 1:50

Steve looked around, pleased that the survivors were so submissive to his decision. He saw them going to sleep, but he knew they were all going to die if no one was guarding them. "Guys, you're not getting off that easy." Steve said, "We need someone to guard the entrances to the roof in case something tries to come in. I'll guard for about an about an hour, but I'm going to wake one of you up to take my spot." Steve said, moving the chair he had sat in once he got here to a spot from which he could see the stairway door. He sat down and unholstered/unsafetied his colt and sat, preparing for the night ahead.

[FaceGrater]

Day 1 1:50 am - 2:00 am

Steve set up watch. Most of the others were dozing off to sleep, Jon couldn't. It was not a big deal, he was going off of little sleep anyways, and he was used to it. He slumped to the ground and sat. He maybe couldn't sleep, but he could still catch his breath. He thought about the events leading up to this. He really hadn't had a chance for that yet.

He looked around. Some were asleep, others just resting like him. He wasn't going to say anything more to them. He didn't know them well enough to tell them a life story, let alone put his life in their hands. So he rested, and contemplated.

[SlainPwner666]

2:46-5:00 am
Finally, he thought, I am back in command. He hadn't seen much of the rest of the building, but he has confident he could find something tomorrow. He refused to sleep. He began to think. Was the military going to come at all? He hoped they would, but for now he had to assume the worst. He became increasingly worried about "Derek" He had begun snapping at the others, and still looked badly injured. He made a note to tell steve. He also became curious about the girl. She kept staring at him, like he was gonna shoot her or something. He then picked up his phone. He turned it on, and then was shocked to notice he had a voice mail on it. Turning down the volume, he listened.

"Mark?? Mark???? Its me, sarah. We made it to the extraction zone, and we are just about to be lifted off. You have to get out of the city, NOW. The military has locked off the entire area, rescue isn't coming. I have to go, get out of there!!"

He turned the phone off, and hung his head. He heard a clawing sound, and raised his weapon. He stood, allowing him a full hinge free movement, effectively covering 360 degrees of the room. He then saw a figure, and rested his finger on the trigger. Nothing. Maybe he was hallucinating. He would check the building later

[Hellbound107]

The Bottle and Hellbound107 did not post by 8:00 and were therefore kicked out of the rp. Any posts by them will be disregarded. Sorry.
Thats fine, I worked today after school and I only have a few days a week in which I can post before eight.

[BaldingSteve]

OOC: Slain you're controlling others again. I never let you take over the guard duty since I was still watching. Also you can't make the dog do anything either. So fix it and post it after this


Day 1 2:45am - 2:50 am

"Mark!" Steve said, realizing his time was up. "Nothing happened. It's a really silent night and I still didn't hear anything that sounded unfriendly." He said, standing up from his chair. He walked over to one of the sides that was protected by the adjacent building, sat down, and quickly fell asleep. His dreams were of his girlfriend, Maria.

[SlainPwner666]

DAMMIT.
sorry about that.

[SlainPwner666]

Day 2, 5:32 am
The sun was just about to rise, and mark jones had had no sleep in three days. He was tired, but not defeated. He rose, and left a note that he was going to go search the building. He left most of his gear, only having his trusty knife and M4. He went into the staff rooms first, and found some old clothes in a closet. They might be useful, but for now he left them. He next checked in some bathrooms. He collected some nice looking pills. That alex guy may find them useful. He then checked the lobby. He found a phone, and picked it up. It was as dead as the infected laying in puddles of blood at the foot of the entrances stairs. He then looked in the dentistry offices, looking for a drill or other equipment. Just spilled liquids and blood. Nice, he thought, and turned to leave.
A giant pressure slammed him in the back, knocking him to the ground. His M4 flew out of his grasp, clattering on the ground a few feet away He looked up, and saw an infected trying to bite his face. He held its head away with one head, with the other one trying to get to his knife. He then began to yell, hoping the other survivors could hear him.
[Insert rescue here]

[By the way, Steve, if this is deemed controlling, please PM me and tell me flat out what is and what it not controlling]

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 (it still is) 5:32 am

Steve heard Mark yelling for help downstairs and got up, unholstering his colt. He bolted down the stairs, hearing the screams get louder. He turned the corner of the dental office and, without thinking, checked the infected off of Mark. He then pulled out his colt and shot twice. The first shot landed just to the left of the infected's head, but the second hit its mark, spraying brain matter all over the ground. "Are you okay? Were you bitten?" Steve said, worried that Mark may be infected. "Let's get you back on the roof before we do anything." He said, helping Mark to his feet.

[SlainPwner666]

" HELP!!!!!!! GET IT OFF ME!!!!!!!!!!" Still fighting the infected back, mark punched it repeatedly. He had been trained extensively in CQC, and let it be known that if this thing was human, he would have broken it's skull. He had managed to get his knife out, and stabbed twice. That creature didn't stop, and mark thought he was done for, especially when he heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. But, to his amazement, he heard a cry of suprise, the infected was kicked off by a heavy shoe [I am afraid to say boot, for fear on controlling someones wardrobe lol]. He then heard two gunshots. He looked up, and scrambled to his feet, knife ready. Steve stood there, gun still smoking. "Are you okay? Were were you bitten?" He was picked up, and grabbed his m4. He noticed that Steve's gun was pointed not exactly at him, but in his general direction. "Lets get you back to the roof before we do anything" He and Steve then ran back upstairs, and then felt it. The pain. He looked down. It was like a nightmare. He saw the deep scratches on his left arm. There was blood seeping out. With a sense of dread, he pulled the clip out of his M4, and ejected the lone round still inside the chamber. He doubted the infected could use guns, but he had to be sure. They continued up towards the roof, where hopefully alex would be able to help

[P.S. My name is mark. So edit plz. Steve heard "Mark" screaming for help. Kthxbai]

[Gutspill]

OOC - <Steve has edited his post and been forgiven!>

[FaceGrater]

Day 1: 5:32 am - 5:40 pm

Jon Had dosed in and out of sleep. The little he did manage to get helped him greatly. He awoke out of his semi-sleep to the sound of a yell and Steve running for the door. He pulled out his pistol and made his way for the door as well. He hopped down the stairs and ran towards Mark and Steve.

&quot;What the hell happened?&quot; Jon asked. But the dead infected and a wounded Mark gave him his answer.

&quot;Steve, we need to make a move. Soon. The more shots we fire, the longer we stay in one place, the more we act as a dinner bell. Soon more will come, and we wont get lucky again.&quot; Jon, though numb to a lot of this, didn't want to see people die. Him and Steve helped Mark up.

[alex]

Alex woke up quickly when he heard gunshots coming from the stairs. he saw Steve and mark were gone, and Jon was also awake and already made a dash down the stairs. Alex drew his sword followed him. 'What the hell happened?' Jon asked. he saw a dead infected and deep scratches on mark's arm. 'Shit man, that's a lot of blood. we better get you back to the rooftop'Alex sayed. Jon and Steve helped him up, and Alex followed behind him,his sword still in his hand. There could always come more infected because of the gunfire.

Once they had made it back to the rooftop, they layed Mark on the ground. he putted his backpack under his head, and looked in his first aid kit 'Gotta clean it first' he mumbled to himself. He grabbed a bottle of alcohol, putted some on a bandage and layed it on Mark's wound'.'I have to clean your wound first, this might sting a little...' he sayed to Mark. After he cleaned the wound, he began bandaging it. 'What the, where are the scissors? 'shit must have been taken out back home' he thought. Instead,he used his pocket knife to cut off the end of the bandage. To finish it, he putted a sling around his arm to support it. 'Here we go... all done' he sayed smiling. does it hurt a lot? if so, you can take one of these red pain killers. There really strong ones, and they could affect your sight for a while. or, you can take a standard blue ones i gave you already, but they are less effective. either way, your arm needs rest for some days.

Then he approached the girl. he asked her:'I see your dog is carrying a first aid kit, could you check if there some scissors in it?' Then the dog suddenly approached him and began to sniff on his jacket.'WAAH back off!' he yelled at the dog. 'Im sorry, im just afraid of big dogs' he sayed to Kitty.

*off story: i hope i dont affect the other character to much by this...
also note my reference to The Matrix with the pills XD

PS: how do i add an avatar?
*edit: nvm found it :D

[SlainPwner666]

Mark wasn't dying, but these people were treating him like he had a crippling fall or something. He immediately undid the sling, keeping only the gauze on the wound. He then was immediately hungry. He reached into his pocket. He had packed a little food before hand. He preferred granola bars, because they were high in nutrients and energy. He selected one, and began to eat. He then realized that most of the survivors probably hadn't eaten in a few days.
&quot;Granola anyone?&quot;

[alex]

Alex saw Mark throwing off the sling, and sayed:'Yea your right, sorry. i was a bit overreacting'. 'Its only a flesh wound, so the sling wouldn't do anything good. Well, another thing learned.' He thought. he grabbed the sling from the ground and putted it back in his med kit.

Then he noticed Mark was eating a candy bar or something, and he felt his own stomach immediately. Mark asked if he wanted one too. 'yea ill take one, thanks man.' he sayed smiling. he hadn't been eating for days! Then he decided to share some if his own food. he took one of his cans, it had peaches in it. He tried to open it with the can opener on his pocket knife, but it was to blunt to open it. 'Aw crap' he sayed. 'Jon, does your multi tool have a can opener? mine wont work.' he sayed to Jon.

[FaceGrater]

Day 1:

Alex asked Jon about his multi-tool. He wanted to use it. Jon walked over and tossed it to him. He slumped down next to Mark. &quot;We need to move. This is going to become the fucking alamo soon. If that happens, we're dead.&quot;

Off Topic: ALex it's no big deal, but its &quot;Said&quot; not &quot;Sayed.&quot; It just jumps out at me everytime I read haha.

[SlainPwner666]

Day 1 12: 49
&quot;Your right&quot;
Mark had to admit. He had heard from someone on the other side that they had written this place off. And yet they were staying here. He wondered what steve's big plan was. He continued eating, and then turned to him. &quot;Oh, I'm bein rude. You want some of this?&quot;
[P.S. I turned back the time because day two hasn't officially started yet, so forgive the mindfuck]

[Garfsan]

Day 1: 01:50-02:00

The others were either sleeping or keeping watch, he noticed that Catherine was zoned out on the floor in the corner. Her dog Howie ever near to her.

He stood up and looked around, Steve was awake sitting in the chair, pistol in hand. Jon was awake too, the soldier also. The others were asleep.

He stretched, his ribs throbbing reminding him of the day when Amy was taken from him. Perching on the roof edge he spat down to the street, sitting there for a while.

Day 01 02:10-02:30:

Derek looked at his watch, sighing he stood up yawning loudly. He was tired damn tired but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep.

Everytime he closed his eyes he saw the deaths of his family and friends, and all the carnage the infection had caused...

&quot;Nows not the time to sleep&quot; he whispered to himself.

After a while he mentioned to the group he was gonna take a piss. Finding an out of the way spot on the other side of the roof away from the group, he sighed loudly while reliving himself.

02:35-03:00

He sat back down on the roof edge, looking at the group again. Thinking to himself he wondered what they thought of him for a second but pushed the thoughts away.

At some point, the soldier looked at his phone, seemingly listened to a message then slumped as if it was bad news. Then turned around as if he heard something.

Must be on edge he thought to himself.

Also Steve at some point went to sleep after he had told Mark his shift was done.

03:02-05:32

Between these hours, Derek drifted in and out of sleep, nightmares jerking him awake while still perched on the edge of the roof, not caring whether he fell off or not.

The soldier moved off into the building, moving cautiously with only the bare minimum of his kit with him obviously to not let it hinder his speed. He contemplated going with him but decided against it as he'd probably just get in his way.

After a few minutes, he heard shouting. This woke him from the almost unconscious state he was in, he stood to his feet sharply.

Steve ran down after him, moments later two shots rang out. This woke up most of the group, Jon charging down after them along with Alex.

He was on the roof with the Catherine. Derek stood tall in the middle of the roof, tense, blood pumping his hands burning from the heavy pipe in his hand.

Time passed. He wasn't sure how long but it seemed like an eternity. He was on the roof with the young girl, pipe in hand, broken ribs and semi-fried from a horror filled sleep. The rest of the group returned, Marks arm bleeding.

They were making a fuss of him, he wasn't badly hurt he could tell by his face. The young teen Alex was on top of things, cleaning bandaging and putting the wounded arm in a sling. After a while they sat down eating. Mark took the sling off, and Alex said something Derek didn't hear.

He grabbed a few bottles of water and put them down in front of the group, he crouched down in front of Mark.

&quot;You ok Staff?&quot; he asked

[SlainPwner666]

&quot;Hell, I've been thru worse&quot;
Mark looked at the man crouched in front of him. He noticed that several of his ribs looked out of place.
&quot;I think I should be the one to ask you that&quot;
&quot;Ah hell, your fine as well as I can see. Now, [now addressing the group], whats the big plan? I just got a call from a friend of mine, the military has written this place off. There is no rescue coming. We have to move sometime.&quot;

[Garfsan]

&quot;I'll live thanks Staff, if i slow you down shoot me.&quot; Mark then asked the group what was the plan.

Derek sighed,

&quot;Goddamnit&quot; he muttered at the comment about the military.

HE stood up and cleared his throat.

&quot;Guys I'm sorry I'm so damn grouchy and irritable&quot; He paused scratching his beard &quot;Just it's been really shit for me and I'm hurting. Sorry. And to you sorry especially Alex for me being a dick. Your only trying to help&quot;

He then moved away and perched on the edge of the roof again. Spitting blood off again.

[SlainPwner666]

He started to say something, but then stopped. Just needs some time to himself, he thought. Then he remembered. He turned to alex. &quot;Oh yea, alex, I found these in one of the bathrooms. Can you tell me if they're useful?&quot;

[Little_Kitty1234]

She awoke to screaming! She felt like she was still half asleep but she was to scared to go back asleep. She waited....and waited...She noticed the man named Derek holding onto his pipe for dear life it seemed. She waited holding onto Howie. Then Mark came up with blood all over him. She gasped. She was amazed how fast Alex was able to treat his wounds. Then she was approached.
She was asked if she had any scissors in Howie's pouch. She said &quot;Ummm, let me check.&quot; She looked for them and she found some. She gave them to Alex.
She let everybody ask if he was okay but she was too scared to ask him herself. So she just watched. Then he said &quot;I just got a call from a friend of mine, the military has written this place off. There is no rescue coming. We have to move sometime.&quot; She held on to Howie more. She felt like all hope was slipping right through her fingers...She started to cry but then stopped herself. She buried her face into Howie's fur. She held back the tears. She didn't want to look weak in front of her teammates.

[SlainPwner666]

1:56
The wound was healing nicely, and incredibly fast for just under two hours. He decided that he was probably immune to this infection, because he should have turned by now. He walked out onto the roof, and then looked around. There was a row of apartments about three blocks away, there was a hospital, a sporting goods store, and a police station. Any of these could make good spots to move to. However, for the time being, he had to let everyone get some sleep. He walked back downstairs, and told everyone that everything for the moment, was under control, and that now was the time to get some rest. He then slumped down on the wall facing the door, and lay his M4 in his lap. Another sleepless night.

[Little_Kitty1234]

1:59
She wasn't sure if she could actually go back to sleep after what just happened. She was still holding back the tears but managed to fight them off. She just sat there for a moment. Then she decided she wasn't going to fall asleep. It seemed everyone else was starting to rest. The only person she knew that was definitly awake was Mark. She sighed and went downstairs. She saw him at a wall facing the door. She walked over and said with sarcasm and a smile &quot;Great night it's been, huh!&quot;

[SlainPwner666]

&quot;Meh. Not my best of days, but I'll live.&quot;
He then immediately registered several things in his mind.
1. She looked very tired, but unwilling to sleep
2. He noticed a slight trace of sarcasm in her voice. Which is good. Humor in a tense situation is always good.
3. She looked hungry

&quot;Hey, I got a few bars left, and they aren't gonna last long anyway. Want some of these?&quot;

[Garfsan]

02:00

Catherine was up and awake, Mark had sat down to sleep. He hadn't turned which meant he was immune.

Thank fuck Derek Thought.

He looked down at his pipe, blood smeared and coagulated on it, it was showing some wear but mostly had brain matter and gore all over it. He looked up at the city, he could see the building where he left Amy.

&quot;SHIT&quot; he exclaimed loudly. He had just realized he had forgotten something important &quot;FUCK!&quot; He cursed again.

He stood to his feet and made his way to the fire escape he had climbed up on the way here.

[Little_Kitty1234]

She refused the bars at first but then she gave in. She was starving. She hadn't eaten much in the last couple of days. She only took two. She ate one and gave the other to Howie. He loved him and begged for more but I to him &quot;Sorry but no.&quot; He laid down and went to sleep. She then tried to start a conversation with Mark to pass the time.
She said &quot;Did you ever beleive that the whole world would ever end. I mean, just literally end. People dying, everyone caring only about themselves. *sigh* I thought it would never end.&quot; Then she heard some news from the fire escape to her left.

[SlainPwner666]

Another sleepless night.
Mark had sat down to sleep.
[DUH. jk jk.]

edit: whoops kitty, didn't see your post. ok then....

Mark handed her two of his five bars, and she ate ravenously. She then immediately handed her dog one. Inside he slapped himself. DUH. the dog's gotta eat too. Then, after some hushed talking to the dog, it lay down and went to sleep. Then, out of nowhere, she spoke up again.
&quot;Did you ever believe that the whole world would ever end? I mean, just literally end. People dying, everyone caring only about themselves. *sigh* I thought it would never end.&quot; He almost took that as an insult, but then immediately came back with an answer.
&quot;You'd be surprised how far people are willing to go. Don't worry, I got your back. He then playfully punched her shoulder, and then went back to thinking
[Which brings us to.....]
Mark was sitting, with a hand on his gun, waiting for his demons to come get him, when out of nowhere, derek leaped up, and yelled &quot;SHIT&quot; and then &quot;FUCK&quot;. He then took off towards the fire escape. Remembering how people lost it during the outbreak, he yelled, hoping to wake the others &quot;HEY!!! WAIT UP!!!!&quot; He then took off running after the other survivor. The pain returned, and derek was pretty fast, so mark threw back one of the blue pills and kept running

[Little_Kitty1234]

She saw Mark jump up and bolt for the fire escape. She decided to run to the roof and wake up the others. She told Howie to go bark at everyone. He obeyed. She ran up to Alex and shook him awake. Then she let Howie do the rest of the work while she watched Mark and Derek run...

[Garfsan]

Derek stopped some ways down the fire escape,

&quot;I forgot something important to me!&quot; He jumped down a few stairs, paused

&quot;You might not understand Staff, but i gotta go get it. I'm Sorry. You can stay or follow, if im not back in 10 mins then dont come after me if you stay.&quot;

He then carried on down the staircase

(OT: is this ok steve, im kinda carrying on the story here it seems :S hope it fine)

[SlainPwner666]

He slowed as his fellow survivor stopped. As he jogged up beside him, derek spoke.
&quot;I forgot something important to me!&quot;
He then began to climb down the steps, but then turned slightly
&quot;You might not understand Staff, but i gotta go get it. I'm Sorry. You can stay or follow, if im not back in 10 mins then dont come after me if you stay.&quot;
He then continued down. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed tighter on his M4, and followed his fellow survivor down the stairs

[Garfsan]

It seemed Mark was with him, that rifle may come in handy.

He reached the bottom of the stairs, jumping the last few feet ignoring the ladder.

&quot;Wait here and cover me Staff!&quot; He called back to him, &quot;Im gonna go into that building to the second floor. You should be able to see me from there.&quot; He pointed to the hotel across from the dentist, the building where he had first heard Steve announce himself.

Derek winced as he ran to the hotel doors. Glancing back to see if Mark had followed him.

[Little_Kitty1234]

She watched the two of them run. She couldn't beleive what they were doing. Both of them leaving safety and a group of people. She wasn't quite sure what to think of them. She didn't know if they were stupid or smart.

[Infest0125]

Mark puts on his robe and wizard hat....

[SlainPwner666]

Mark was following derek down the stairs, and then he stopped. He then jumped over the railing, and landed unsteadily on his feet. Mark then prepared to follow him, but then derek announced,&quot;Wait here and cover me Staff! Im gonna go into that building to the second floor. You should be able to see me from there.&quot;
He kept silent, and slowly eased into a cover position. He heard that dog barking again, and hoped that it wouldnt draw the infected He then noticed that the girl was watching them. What was her name? Oh, catherine. He semi waved from where he was, and then went back to watching derek

[Little_Kitty1234]

She kept watching them. She lost sight of them but then noticed soemone's hand waving. even though she wasn't sure who it exactly was she waved back. She told Howie to be quiet now. He listened but begged for a treat. She gave him one. He perched his upper body up on the side of the building and watched them with her.

[SlainPwner666]

He noticed that the dog was silent, and that worried him. He settled into his scope, and saw a figure moving along the second floor. Must be him, he thought. He was taking way too long.

[alex]

He catched the multi-tool, and tried to open the can. But he decided they would eat it at breakfast next morning. He putted the tool in his jack pocket. Then Mark said to him: &quot;Oh yea, Alex, I found these in one of the bathrooms. Can you tell me if they're useful?&quot; and tossed him a the bottle of pills. 'Hmm.. there just aspirins' he said. 'But i'm sure they will come in handy with all the bad sleeping around here.' speaking of sleeping, he decided to head back for his sleeping spot.

after about an hour he was awakened by Kitty, and Alex saw in his slumbering confusion that both Mark and Derek were making a run towards the fire escape. 'What the..?' he said and got up quickly. he followed Kitty towards the edge of the rooftop and saw the other two survivors making a run down the stairs. At the bottom Mark waited, while Derek went towards the building next to their apartment building. 'Come on guys, stick together,someone already got hurt because of running off.' he thought.

[Little_Kitty1234]

Alex asked her &quot;what the hell was going on.&quot; She said &quot;I'm not sure but Derek ran down the fire-escape and Mark followed now their just waiting at the bottom...&quot;
She turned and looked down again.

[alex]

Off story: going to sleep now, sorry i wont be following the action for a moment XD

[Garfsan]

The lobby was cold and stunk of death. Derek paused spitting blood again on the floor.

Around him were bodies, some he had caused himself others that had been done in by others. He tightened his grip on his pipe.

Looking around the room he could see no survivors or infected. Only the slight dark and some bright lights scattered on the ceilings.

&quot;Here we go..&quot; he muttered to himself.

He started moving, knowing he had to be quick as not to attract attention, but not too noisy as to draw a crowd.

The first floor was easy, dead bodies lay scattered, blood splattered over the walls, some messages left by loved ones, Derek paused to look back. He had lied to staff, he wouldn't be able to see him all the time. Only when he went near the windows near the front of the hotel.

&quot;Sorry Staff...&quot;

He was half way to the second floor when he heard a gurgle from above him, then a screech. Something was tearing down the stairs at him.

It him him like a thunderbolt, the young woman face screwed up with rage barreled into him and they both went flying down the stairs to the landing over the first floor.

He hit first, hard. His elbow and back of his head hitting the wood paneling beneath him. The blow shocked his ribs violently. He screamed in pain, his eyes went blurry, the room spinning..

&quot;Damn it...&quot; He then snapped back to it. The infected girl was on top of him, clawing at his face her features that of a mad woman.

Derek used all his might and energy to keep her from hitting him, he managed to pin her arms back but as he did his arms and his abdomen burned with pain.

Flailing about he saw a chance and took it. Striking her with his own forehead it sent her reeling,she recoiled back for a second which allowed for Derek to get to his feet, grabbing his pipe as he did.

He then realized who it was.

&quot;Amy...?&quot;

[Little_Kitty1234]

He then realized who it was.

&quot;Amy...?&quot;
Dramatic Music =D

[SlainPwner666]

Where the hell is he? Thought mark. Fuck this, no ones dying on my watch. He hopped over the railing, and sprinted towards the building. He yelled up to catherine and alex, who had joined her, &quot;I think he lost it, I'm going in after him!&quot; He sprinted in the lobby, and was immediately tackled by an infected. He broke it's jaw with the butt of his rifle, and then immediately shot twice. It sprayed what was left of it's brain over the wall, and as he rose, the body fell. He then began shouting &quot;DEREK!!!!!!&quot;
and then he found him. He was standing near an infected, his pipe raised. He then said &quot;Amy?&quot; Mark set his sights on the infected woman, and said &quot;Step back derek, your in my line of fire&quot;

[Little_Kitty1234]

Slain I think thats controlling someone...=P

[SlainPwner666]

How?
I based everything on what he said before.

[Little_Kitty1234]

O nevermind =P srry forget I said anything

[SlainPwner666]

-_-
You know I had a fear of control. You know why? Because in controlling, is TROLLING. OH SHAT

[Little_Kitty1234]

.....

[SlainPwner666]

Can we get back to the story?? Kthxbai

[Garfsan]

(OT: I dont think he is tbh. Imo ofc)

Derek heard two shots, then someone coming up the stairs there footsteps heavy all the while his heart pounding, bleeding from several wounds to his face and arms.

&quot;Step back derek, your in my line of fire&quot;

He turned saw Mark with his rifle raised.

Derek swung heavy putting all his strength into this blow. The pipe was heavy and felt like a tonne...but he had to do this.

He connected with her skull... he blinked for long time. Then she was on the floor

[Little_Kitty1234]

lol i dont kow what to type because you two are having an adventure....=P

[SlainPwner666]

He yelled up to catherine and alex, who had joined her, &quot;I think he lost it, I'm going in after him!&quot; He sprinted in the lobby,
start with this plz

[Little_Kitty1234]

I heard from what it sounded to be like Mark &quot;I think he lost it, I'm going in after him!&quot;. I replied back with a scream. &quot;Don't get yourself killed.&quot; Howie barked.

[SlainPwner666]

Mark just stared as derek swung the pipe at the womans head. He connected, and she fell. He could tell that he knew her, and that he was shaken by the experience. Cmon, lets get back to the others, mark said, and walked towards the door, then looked back to see if derek was coming

[Garfsan]

&quot;Gimme a second staff. All i ask for is a second&quot; He faced Mark, look of sorrow in his eyes.