**Elmo's Roleplay**

[UKMD Elmo]

Right! Let's get this going then.

I'm starting up a new Roleplay thread that will have several rules as detailed below. There have been a few RP's on the forum so far but this one will be done to some sort of conclusion and will be more structured to help it not get derailed quite so easily.

Please read ALL the rules below before considering joining...

RP Rules:

1 - 10 players max. No more after start date and I will vet people I want in or not. Nothing personal :)
2 - If you do not post after about 4 days I will take over your character unless you have made arrangements for another player to take over. The original player can take their character over again if he/she is still alive and wants to post regularly again
3 - No special forces or invulnerable characters. Play whatever you want (including soldiers) but if he's written like a superhero I'll contrive painful things to happen to him.
4 - READ EVERYONE'S POSTS. Everyone must follow what has gone on before so please read carefully. If you spot an inconsistency you have made please EDIT YOUR ORIGINAL POST
5 - Keep off topic posts to a minimum. Feel free to discuss things at the end of your posts but make sure the majority of your post contributes to the story
6 - Do not decide major plot twists or angles and do not be too controling of other players. Check with them first via pm if you want to do somthing major to their character
7 - I have the final say in the way the story goes. If I ask you to change somthing please comply.
8 - Remember what time of day it is. Try and keep your post in that time of day and don't post things that take a long time to complete (this will put you out of synch with everyone else). Never go into specific times, just morning, afternoon etc.
9 - If you want to meet up with a character check with them via pm or in topic first.
10 - Keep weapons to a bare minimum at the start. I'll let you know if you are too heavily armed (character background will be taken into consideration).

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Okay! Who wants in? Please put the following for your character:

Name:
Age:
Weight/height:
Physical description:
Clothing:
One (or two) word description of occupation:
Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition):
Short background:

For example I'll be throwing in a character in this RP as follows:

Name: Nathan Short

Age: 38

Weight/height: 15 stone, 5'10''

Physical description: Average height and heavily built, shaven head, blue eyes, disfiguring scar on left side of jaw.

Clothing: Grey t-shirt, white vest, Black jeans with belt, leather steel toe-capped boots.

One (or two) word desciption of occupation: Barman

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): 12g benelli shotgun, flick-knife, shoulder slung bag, 20 spare shells in bag, 1 days rations.

Short background: Nathan is a barman and has been for the past 8 years. In his twenties he was employed as a bouncer for a local drug dealer who ran a few bars. He left when his conscience started nagging at him after beating almost to death several men who owed money. He's proud he owns his bar and even more so that everything he does is legal. He keeps a shotgun behind the counter to discourage any trouble but rarely gets any due to his appearance and reputation, even though he is a very friendly guy.

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The first part will be posted in about one week. Please post your character before this date with all the details as shown above and I'll make a final list at the end and ask you to make any adjustments as and when. Please do not be upset if you're not chosen to take part in the actual thread: I'm aware that to make an RP run properly you have to be a very big meany.

And remember, no Chuck Norris'es :D

EDIT: The RP begins on this page http://www.left4dead411.com/forums/showthread.php?t=11647&page=4

EDIT: The character list is on this page http://www.left4dead411.com/forums/showthread.php?t=11647&page=3

Link to first survival thread: http://www.left4dead411.com/forums/showthread.php?t=9883
Link to second survival thread: http://www.left4dead411.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10797

[Zorgy]

That was fast, I'm in!
I'll continue to be george. Give me a min to find his bio...
edit:
Name: George Martin
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Weight and Height: 12 stone and 6,2
Physical description:George is a tall man with wispy grey hair and hazel eyes. Left half crippled from a wound sustained in car crash several years ago.
Occupation: Ex cop
Gear: (bear with me, I'm no gun expert) A small anique revolver with a limited supply of ammo (35 bullets), a hunting knife and a walking stick.
Bio: Recently retired from the police after 20 years on the force.
Lived alone in a small surburban home. With little else left in his career driven life he turned to alcohol and developed a serious drinking habbit. He longed to return to action and escape his
tedious new life. Little did he know his wish would soon be granted...

[Chr0n1c]

What is 'stone' in reference to weight? KG?

[Zorgy]

1 kilogram = 0.157473044 stone.

[Damen]

Name: Lance LeLouche
Age: 21
Weight/height: 195
Physical description: A tall man, lean but not muscular. Fierce green eyes with medium black shaggy hair. Always clean shaven.
Clothing: A white dress shirt and black slacks. A black hooded long coat. Dress shoes. A keep-sake Fossil wrist watch.
One (or two) word description of occupation: CEO Biometics
Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): Antique hunting knife, Dessert Eagle Kal . 357 Magnum with two spare magazines, and a lighter.
Short background: Lance was born into status. His attitude is somewhat stuck up only because he feels it is best to keep people away from him. He loathes his job at Biometics and was only given it due to his father being the international owner of the company. Motherless after a tragic car accident, or so he has been told.

[Zorgy]

Lance LeLouche

Best. Fucking. Name. Ever.

[SlainPwner666]

Name: David Mosher
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Weight and Height: 192 Pounds and 6 feet tall
Physical Description: An average Joe, he is hard to see in a crowd, rather more of the strong silent type.
Clothing: A black button up T shirt, Jeans [Slightly faded], Combat Boots.
One or two word description of occupation: 711 clerk
Gear: 9MM Pistol, Bottle of vitamin water [Blueberry Apple], Granola Bar, Tool Knife, Wallet, Chain.
Bio: Just an average person, David worked at a 711 in the "Ghetto", and was soon forced to carry a gun. Just trying to raise enough money to buy an engagement ring, David hopes to scratch out a meager existence throughout his life, and stay out of trouble. He doesnt know how wrong he is....

[Easton Dark]

Oh man..... Gotta be in this hizzy!!

Name: Easton Dark (I use it for everything)

Age: 24

Weight/height: 150 lb's/ 6'3

Physical description: Non muscular but very agile; blonde hair and green eyes

Clothing: One dark gray jacket/hoodie, One pair of camo pants, tinted sunglasses (pure black) Black gloves and white tennis shoes

One (or two) word description of occupation: Store manager

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): Hunting Knife (serated), 1 Piano Wire, and a bag of doritos (smokey barbeque)

Short background: Easton was a smart boy, straight A's, never smooth with the ladies, never out of shape, but never buff, and loved to read the Zombie Survival Guide (probably why he's a bit of a social outcast). Eventually working for years in his home towns hunting store he rose to store manager winning him many privilages; such as the key to the weapon storeroom. :O

I'm bout to be knifing up in this piece!

[Shadow]

Name: Josh Neary

Age: 24

Weight/height: 160 lbs 6'0.

Physical description: Close shaven head, blue eyes, lean fit, 5'o clock shadow.

Clothing: Black Leather Jacket, holster-vest, white tee-shirt, Dark Blue boot jeans ( snug, but not tight, definitely not loose), black high-top converse shoes.

One (or two) word description of occupation: Bartender

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): Loaded single semi-automatic pistol ( cant go into detail, dont know anything about guns so I will describe them rather), 4 separate magazines, and butcher's knives.

Short background: Josh was always a pretty average kid. He was shy, nervous and awkward, but when it came to his friends he always seemed to fit in and able to make new friends, it just took time for him to be comfortable. He had been working with a local restaurant since he was 16, moving up from dishwasher to busboy, barback, and now a bartender he had figured his life was great. He had graduated his high school within the top 10% so he was admitted to a local college, allowing him to stay close to family, friends, and his job. He had always imagined some sort of wide-scale event such as a global pandemic or some sort of zombie apocalypse, though his friends often mocked him for such things. It wasn't so much of his negative tone, but rather something to test his ability and endurance as a person. With the looming events of modern society, Josh felt the time was soon.

[Easton Dark]

Name: Josh Neary


Clothing: Black Leather vest, holster-vest, white vest, Dark Blue vest ( snug, but not tight, definitely not loose), black high-top vest.



Fixed for awsomeness

[yourbadmega]

Name: Jack Smithers
Age:22
Weight/height: 160lbs, 5'11"
Physical Description: A tall buff man with green eyes and short hair
Occupation: Soldier
Short bio: Jack was a soldier just taking leave from active duty when the infection hit. He scrounged around his house to find supplies and readied himself to go on the move.
Equipment: Baseball bat, lighter, medical tape, cargo pants, T-shirt

[Chr0n1c]

Edited:

Name: Alex Dashing
Age: 19, f
Weight/height: 5ft 8in, 137 lbs
Physical description: Shoulder-length brunette hair, usually pulled back. Piercing Hazel eyes. Average build, but very strong and athletic.
Clothing: White running shoes, blue track pants with double-white stripes along the seams, a grey long-sleeve shirt, an Ironman watch with a compass, and a grey baseball cap.
occupation: Full-time student, Part-time attendent at a sporting goods shop.

Equipment: Beretta M9 9mm standard service pistol with two spare clips (45 rounds total), a light-weight hunting rifle with shoulder-strap, a box of rifle ammunition (100 rounds), a 3-inch pocket knife, a satchel that was formerly used to carry school supplies, now contains 2 days worth of food, aforementioned munitions, and 1/5 (litre?) of whiskey.

Short background: Alex is a bad-ass version of daddy's little girl - daughter of a man who was once a U.S. Marine Colonel, famous for winning an olympic silver medal for sharp-shooting. Luckilly, Alex was able to fine-tune her own sharp-shooting ability as they often went hunting together. Alex attended a local college while living at home with her father, as they were the last remaining members of her family. Her parents seperated when she was very young and her mother re-married, leaving Alex to do a lot of growing up on her own when her father was away on duty. She had been a proud member of her school's track team, but embarassingly, had recently placed last in the final heat of a division 1 NCAA hurtles event, after clipping the final hurtle in a very close race. She is a great problem-solver and is very resourceful. Unfortunately she is overly critical of everyone, mostly of herself - a trait presumably brought on by her strict upringing.

[UKMD Elmo]

Keep them coming guys :D

Don't be afraid to have some variety though. This wont be a thread with 10 guys aged 20-40 running around blowing stuff up. For instance there arn't even any women yet!

If you want to change any aspect of your character please edit the orignal post, don't make a new one. No matter how radical the change ;)

[Mr Hobo]

Name: Jason Mackie

Age: 12

Weight/height: 90 pounds, 4'8.

Physical description: Shaggy dirty blonde hair, has right shoulder longer then his left, average in athletic skills.

Clothing: Gray short sleeve shirt, dark blue jeans, black Nike sneakers.

Equipment: Kitchen knife, baseball bat, a few bottles of water, a few slices of bread, neosporin, and a locket of his family.

Background: The only child in the family, Jason just loved to hang around with friends and mess with people up in his neighborhood. His father was a average desk job worker, but had a love for hunting. Taking trips every winter and summer, he and his dad went hunting for deer and camped out and loved the wilderness. His mom died from a horrible car reck when Jason was a baby, he never knew what a full family felt like. He is a quick thinker and is as stubborn as a ass when he has made up his choice.

[Chr0n1c]

Don't be afraid to have some variety though. This wont be a thread with 10 guys aged 20-40 running around blowing stuff up. For instance there arn't even any women yet!
Ok, stop reading my mind! Seriously! I was about to change the gender of my character!

[Mr Hobo]

Does this mean I have to make my guy trans-sexual? :(

[DethPenguin]

Hmm. Let me think of an entirely new character...
Nah.


Name: Philip Tamer

Age: 25

Weight/height:176 lbs 5'9

Gender: Male

Race: Canadian

Physical description: Slightly overweight with pale skin that doesn't see much sun. Dark brown eyes and curly black hair that drops to about his eyebrows. Short stubbles on chin and neck area. Out of shape and not very physically capable.

Clothing: A white polo shirt with a dark green hoodie on top. Black trousers and black shoes

Two word description of occupation: Desk Job

Equipment:
Golf Club
First Aid Kit (Gauze Pads, Antiseptic Cream, Scissors, Bandaids, Tweezers, Antibiotic cream, Rubber gloves, Tylenol, "Step By Step First Aid Guide")
Briefcase (Granola Bars, Sandwhich, Sodas and Inhaler)
Mp3 Player (Can pickup any radio signal)
Auto-shotgun*
Two 9mm pistols*


Short background:
Phil works a desk job at a manufacturing company, his long hours force him to pack both lunch and dinner into his briefcase. Due to his asthma, he also carries an inhaler in his briefcase. His boss was so kind as to leave his golf clubs in the trunk of Phil's car. Phil is anti-social and shy's away from big crowds. With dying parents out of the country and no friends, Phil has nothing to lose in this apocalypse.

*(Edited my gear list to what I currently have so I don't forget.)

[RaginAzN]

Hey elmo, followed your survival threads and the other RPs, and would love to give this a shot.

Name: Michael Tsang
Age: 24
Weight/height: 186lbs./six feet even
Physical description:lean and athletic, with brown eyes, and black hair at shoulder length tied in a pony tail.
Clothing: Grey hoodie with white t-shirt under, blue jeans, sneakers, wristwatch.

One (or two) word description of occupation:college student/intern at computer software company

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): black backpack with laptop, flashlight, box of 9mm (25), glock 18c tucked in the front of jeans, left hand holding a butcher knife.

Short background: American born with chinese family history, his family seems like something straight out of the movies. Beautiful loving mother with a father thats a high ranking official in the triads. Since young, his father has not been treating him as a son at all, but as a potential triad member. Tsang hated his father, for the fact that he's in the triad, and that he cared more about the triads then the family itself. Then the fateful day came right after Highschool graduation, where his mother was targeted by a rival gang and killed. Thats when Tsang made the decision to leave his Triad father, and start life anew for himself. There was something about computers that he has loved since he was young, so he opted to follow his passion, and work on computers. (yes typical asian nerd). Despite the tragic loss of his mother, he still thinks of his father at times and wondering how he is doing. He is very friendly, quiet, and keeps to himself.

[Shadow]

Fixed for awsomeness

You know what I don't hate? I don't hate vests.

Also it seems like we've reached 10 characters, can I ask why a 12 year old though?

[RaginAzN]

No idea, but sometimes kids can save the day too!

[UKMD Elmo]

We may have 10 applicants but it does not mean they will all be chosen. I take into account the character itself and the poster. You'll all know who is in within a week.

[Mr Hobo]

Beacause, it's usally always men or a woman. A kid thrown in here actually makes it real also, because it shouldn't just be adults or teenagers running around with shotguns and such.

[darkmessiah]

Name: Lance LeLouche

Lachance... Lachance... Lucius... Lachance.. Oh, I forgot.

[RaginAzN]

Oh man..... Gotta be in this hizzy!!

Name: Easton Dark (I use it for everything)

Age: 24

Weight/height: 130 lb's/ 6'3



Damn Easton, Eat a sandwich man you're definately Anorexic like christian baile in the jacket!

[darkmessiah]

Name:Bobby Lee

Age:12

Weight/height:150/4'6"

Physical description:Fat little sunnabeech. Pudgy little fingers wanting to go in his mouth to suck on.

Clothing: Overly large dark t-shirt, dark denim shorts, Spiderman sneakers.

One (or two) word description of occupation: 7th Grade Student

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): BB Pistol, Butter Knife, back pack full of shit like Butterfingers, Twinkies and Red Bull, to last 3 armies.

Short background:Short, fat, and a loud-mouth, this kid's gotten on many nerves on CSS, screaming and yelling "HAX" the whole time as he gets headshotted everyday. In Left4Dead, be blames everyone for not playing right when he runs away and gets pounced. This kid, needs fucking attention and will scream and fucking kill everyone so he gets attention God dammit.

[DethPenguin]

Name:Bobby Lee

Age:12



Hi. Would you like some candy?

[RaginAzN]

I WOULD!! preferably NEVERENDING gobbstoppers!

[UKMD Elmo]

Please keep on topic gentlemen :P

Leave it uncluttered for people wanting to join in.

[darkmessiah]

Name: John Beedle

Age: 62

Weight/height: 160/6'2"

Physical description:Tall, fit, but with a slight back problem, this retired man has experienced the harshes Vietnam and watched the news about Desert Storm.

Clothing: Muted, bland sweater vest and a checkered undershirt. Khaki pants, and brown loafers.

One (or two) word description of occupation: Retired, Social Security.

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): 12 .410 Gauge Bores with a Mossberg 590.

Short background: He's been around, as long as Larry David has. In the late 50's he was part of many street gangs, but only adolescent ones, but dangerous nonetheless, like the Grassin' Grasshoppers, the Hop Hoopers, Jumpin' Jacks, Buffalo Biffin', Kill Klockers, and Jangle Jocklers, he's seen it all. In 1965, he skipped school to join the Military, and found the harshness of 'Nam in his big screen in Canada as he fled there to escape duty, like most liberal pot smokers of the day. After the settlement between America and the deserters were finalized, he came back and lived with his mother until she died in 1987, at 70 years, after a mucked up hip surgery. He has then lived to watch the news, soon becoming a slight survivalist and owning a shotgun in the end.

[DethPenguin]

Grassin' Grasshoppers, the Hop Hoopers, Jumpin' Jacks, Buffalo Biffin', Kill Klockers, and Jangle Jocklers, he's seen it all. In 1965, he skipped school to join the Military, and found the harshness of 'Nam in his big screen in Canada as he fled there to escape duty

What a badass!

[SickDaza]

Name: Julie Mashe (Just thought a women would be good)

Age: 28

Weight/Height: 5'8 / 120

Description: Tall and lean, all the boys always used to take notice of her so she has never found it hard to gain their attention. Blond hair and blue eyes she was never taken seriously in the law firm that she worked.

Clothing: Wears a woman's suit that cuts off fairly high and pairs this with a couple of excessively expensive high heels which further accentuate her long legs.

Equipment: Briefcase with some general first aid along with useless papers. Owns a glock 20 in 10 mm which she has learnt to be quite handy with.

Brief History: Born the youngest of three children there was always pressure on her to succeed as her siblings had. She became very locked in as a 21 year old in her final year of college and used this time to purchase a gun and consequently spent a large amount of time at the shooting range. However she eventually graduated from Harvard with a law degree and is now working in a little known firm in the big city, New York.

[Left Fur Dead]

(I'm new here, but on often and willing to participate, just give me a chance? <3 Seriously, I've been stalking this forum since early last year, I know some of you by your post, but you don't know me~)

Name: Joey Fox
Age: 18

Weight/height: 5'11, 120 lbs.

Physical description: Fox is a young white male with straight blond hair down to his shoulders, green eyes and square "nerdy" glasses that are not that necessary for his vision to be in good condition. Standing just short of 6', he tends to be shorter then most people but never the shortest.

Clothing: Black Jean pants that can zip off at the knees into shorts, unspecified and unwanted to know about clothes behind those, a gray t-shirt and a black and white stripped scarf. (Horizontally)

One (or two) word description of occupation: Professional Job seeker.

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition):
-Large messenger bag
-Black Ink pen
-Small notebook
-Magnum he stole from his house, 13 shells.
-400 saltine crackers
-2 Jars of peanut butter
-Water cantine
-Kitchen knife

Short background: Fox comes from a small family of about 4, and is, or was, a senior in high school located about as far east as you can go in the United States. Delaware. While tending to appear like a geek, he's known to have a bit of a feminine charm due to his flamboyant actions, plus he is perfectly in shape when it comes to fluid motion. Fox takes interest in plenty of videogames, spirituality, and taking in the great outdoors.

[andrew7744]

Oh man I loved your other topic, so I might as well try to join this one.
Name: Davis Zhou

Age: 14

Weight/height: 125/ 5'7

Physical description: Average height for his age, spiky/wild black hair, light brown eyes. An average build and not very noticable. Somewhat Bad Vision.

Clothing: Blue T-Shirt, Black Hoodie, Light blue jeans, Tennis shoes, Jade Necklace.

Occupation: Student

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition):2 M9 pistols with 6 extra clips, a kitchen knife,key chain, backpack,glasses, 2 days of scarce food.

Short background: A schoolboy, his understanding exceeds his age and he enjoys having deep conversations.His a goodie-two- shoes in school, he usually doesn't goof around in class and has a quick mind. His father was in the army since he was a child, he died of a car accident when Davis was 8. Ever since he was a child his father did not shelter him from the world at all, he would allow him to see almost everything. His father also brought back some pistols from his military days. He now lives with his Mom and his step-dad and he takes a active interest in video games.

[UKMD Elmo]

Very nice. Keep them coming guys, lots of interesting characters coming out here. Remember, even if your character isn't picked there might be a time I'll petition for a new player to join...so don't be upset if you're not picked at the start. I'm simply aiming for a good cross section and a wide variety of character types, from posters who have proven they can stay on regular and not derail threads. That is all.

[yourbadmega]

Short background:
Phil works a desk job at a manufacturing company, his long hours force him to pack both lunch and dinner into his briefcase. Due to his asthma, he also carries an inhaler in his briefcase. His boss was so kind as to leave his baseball duffel bag in the trunk of Phil's car, along with a first aid kit. Phil is anti-social and shy's away from big crowds. With dying parents out of the country and no friends, Phil has nothing to lose in this apocalypse.

did you copypasta that from somewhere, because i remember reading that...

[DethPenguin]

did you copypasta that from somewhere, because i remember reading that...

It's the same character from Slain's RP

[darkmessiah]

Mmm, copypasta.

[yourbadmega]

It's the same character from Slain's RP

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[vwgreen77]

Name: Josue Florez
Age: 22
Weight: 145
Height: 5'6''

Physical description:Short-brown-haired person with brown eyes. Not a very strong person, but can get out of a lot of tough situations because of his small stature .

Clothing: Comfortable-fitting jeans (including belt), a grey shirt with his school on it, a couple long rubber bands on his left wrist and a wrist-strong band on his right. Also has a backpack for his equipment.

One (or two) word description of occupation: Chef/Hobbyist

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): A cool flashlight he found online before the apocalypse that can be 1 big or 4 little ones, a taser, a big 12-volt battery, a spool of wire, a ton of LEDs and some sound emitters, a pocket knife, a long piece of light but sturdy metel which he uses to bash heads in, duct tape, and his grandpa's old M1 Grand with only 2 more mags.

Short background: Always wanting to be an engineer, Josue kept tinkering and learning with electronics in his spare time away from being a chef. Though he loved to cook, a chef in a zombie epidemic isn't as nice as having a guy who can find dozens of ways to kill something with a battery and some wire. When the event first hit, he made a travel kit knowing some day the infection would be too great to be able to contain.

[Zhadist]

Ah, what the heck, I'll give it a try.

Name: Noemi Maelstrom
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Weight/Height: 138 lbs/5'5

Physical description: Slim/Athletic build, bronzed-skin, shoulder-length/wavy auburn hair, aquamarine eyes

Clothing: Black-hooded jacket, a white slim-fit t-shirt, black track pants, black leather gloves, and a pair of white gym shoes (basically, a gym suit/outfit/wear/gear)

One (or two) word description of occupation: College student/Kick-boxer

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): A REI Balance gym bag, a water bottle, extra pair of clothing, a towel, a small radio device, a few granola bars

Short background: Noemi loved the world of fighting. She was a huge fan of kick-boxing and a few martial arts. Still a college student, she'd leave after school and head straight for the gym. She managed to barely keep her grades up and though her mother showed much disapproval, her father, who was in the police force and a huge pro-wrestling fan, encouraged her to follow her dreams to become a professional fighter. During the outbreak, she is training at the gym with the punching bag while listening to the small radio she carries in her gym bag. Little did she know that she'd soon be fighting for her life, quite literally.

Edit: Yeah, I was hit with "inspiration" during school...so forget the guns for now. She'll pick some up later if she gets accepted xD

[docofthemist1337]

Name:Alexander Vasquez
Age:23
Weight/height:6'0 170
Physical description: a mix non-muscular almost scrawny but not quite. jet black hair and a tuft
Clothing:a black coat, purple scarf ,torn bottom blue jeans
One (or two) word description of occupation:drop out.
Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition):
a katana, double barreled sawed off shotgun, 50 shells
and a backpack filled with "camping equipment"

Short background: A college boy, alexander was fit and studied to be a doctor he was top of his class and has a future. until one day he got a hold of a zombie survival guide he was consumed studying all he could on the "fictional monster" dropping out and preparing for a seemingly impossible thing.....

[Higgy531]

Name: Sadie Birdsong
Age: 14
Weight/Height: 101 lb/5 feet
Gender: Female



Physical Description: Sadie is African-American. She has short black hair. She is skinny.
Clothing: Jeans, a yellow sleeveless shirt, a light black sweatshirt, blue converse.
"Job": Student
Equipment: A small, but powerful hand taser, a metal bat. A backpack with some food, water, a cell phone, an iPod, and books.
Short BG: Sadie is a ninth grader. Her parents were never around because of work, so she is tough. She doesn't really pack a punch, but she is clever and uses tricks, and things around her to get out of sticky situations. (She's kind of like Sherry from Resident Evil 2). She was in school during the initial outbreak, she managed to get out alive by confusing the zombies with the fire alarm, and running out while they were darting all over the place looking for the source of the noise.

[Shadow]

Name: Sadie Birdsong
Age: 14
Weight/Height: 101 lb/5 feet
Gender: Female


If my character and this one get picked, I know who I'm forcibly raping first.

[Zhadist]

Careful, that girl's got knowledge on her side...hahaha.

[Element118]

Hello all,
I'm an older member (from back when the site was first put up) who has been MIA for a while and just recently got back to the forums. Hopefully some of the older members remember me. But good to be back anyway! I love writing (as my old fanfic can prove) and this sounds pretty fun, so here's my character:

Name: Brad Daniels
Age: 35
Weight/height: 180lbs/6’0”
Physical description: Average build (Fit), Short Brown Hair, Green Eyes, Stubble beard
Clothing: White long sleeved T-shirt under a light green scrub top, light green scrub bottoms, white lab coat, Gym shoes
One (or two) word description of occupation: Trauma Surgeon
Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): Makeshift Medical Kit (Includes suture set, gauze, bandages, 4 morphine syrettes, antiseptic solutions, 4 packs of “Quik Clot”, forceps, aspirin, medical tape, 2 trauma pads, and nitrile gloves), 1 days rations
Short background: Brad went into the army right out of high school and trained to become a combat medic. While serving in the Army, he took some college courses, and by the time his four years of service was up, he only had to spend one more year at a community college to get all of his pre-medical courses done. He then attended medical school and began his career as a Trauma Surgeon. Just having finished his residency, he was hired at the local hospital as an attending physician in the ER. He’s a charismatic person and a natural leader thanks to both his medical and military training.

Since I'm studying to become a doctor myself, writing about this character will be very fun. Hope I get picked!

EDIT: took out the pistol. saw that most people were starting with guns, and figured it'd be interested to try and start out without one.

[HimuraKenshee]

can i join elmo? T_T

i'll use back gravity

Name: Gravity

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Weight: 92 kg

Height : 178 cm

Race: Caucasian

Physical description: A muscular person as he works in the metal factories and garage that he owns. Has dark brown hair and a slight beard.

Clothing: Slightly worn cargo pants, Working boots, Oldish white shirt and a Vest.

One (or two) word description of occupation: Metal factory + garage owner. Works in both.

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): His trusty wrench, A pump-action Remington 870, with around 5 boxes of ammo, a blowtorch and a crowbar. (a jeep. shud i add tht in here?)

Short background: Gravity, as all the people around know him as is a proud owner of 2 metal factories and one garage workshop. His life was very simple, being working, meeting with frens for a drink and just resting at home. He's a quiet fellow but liked by those around him. Little does he know he's life is about to turn upside down.....

[Etheallmighty]

Name: George Gordon Haggard Jr. (Known simply as "Haggard" to friends)
Age: 29
Weight/height: 176 lbs, 6 foot 1

Physical Description: Caucasian, a little bulky, yet athletic at the same time. Brown eyes, with some 5 O'clock shadow that covers his jaw/chin, and he has a thick brown mustache.

Clothing: fully dressed head to toe in marine gear,to hold some of the equipment listed below, as well as soften blows from infected hits, bites, and in the occasion of hostile survivors, take blows from a gun as well. He also doesn't go anywhere without his lucky green beanie that matches the marine gear.

Equipment: an 870MCS American Shotgun (40 rounds), along with an 8 inch army knife, Pistol (3 clips of 18 rounds) and an anti-tank bazooka with one round. (he can hold the shotgun, knife, and pistol with all the rounds wearing his full army gear, but this may hinder his maneuverability).

backstory: seeing from the heavy equipment above, you can probably guess that Haggard is a recent retire-ee from the US army. On his last tour of duty, his company came across an enemy stronghold full of Gold bars. they decided to go AWOL, sell the gold on the black market, and split it 4 ways. Haggard now lives in the mountainous outskirts surrounding Los Angeles, California, in a big 3 story house, with nothing but his trusty old mutt of a golden retriever, 14 years of age (old for dogs), who He ironically calls "Goldy". With his life now set from his recent "winnings", Haggard is a simple man who enjoys nothin bur relaxing, and maybe Blowing stuff up with the few leftover grenades he has from the army days (Note to Elmo: they are all used up by the time of the impending "outbreak" ; )

Back-backstory: grew up in a small town in Southern Texas. His dad walked out on him and his mom and his brother when he was 6. He was always close with his brother, so when his brother went into the Air-force when he was 15, it inspired him to go into a service as well. He lacked the smarts and was rejected by the air-force to become a fighter pilot, so he resolved to go into another service (Army). now, his mom has recently died from Lung Cancer, a smoker of 50 years. His Brother is still in the Airforce...

Weaknesses: not the most intelligent man (hill billy-ish), perhaps too light hearted, as well as making a joke of even the most serious of situations (known in the army to be the sort of guy to crack dumb jokes and play a game of charades during a heavy skirmish). His one and only close friend is his dog, Goldy, who he is VERY attatched to, which could cause problems when shit hits the fan.


Strengths: although not the smartest man, there's no denying that haggard knows how to use the weapons that he has, and he's GOOD with em... He also has all the basic tactics/skills that come with being trained to be a marine (specifically a specialist, so he knows how to use explosives, if he were to come across any.)



I wonder if anyone can guess how I made up this character ;)

[GamerKing]

Name: Jason Schurest (I love the name)
Age: 17
Gender: male
Weight: 70 Kg's
Height : 190cm
Race: Caucasian
Gear: Slightly vomit stained Element t-shirt, lighter, a crumpled five dollar bill, heavily vomit stained black trousers, white sneakers and sunglasses to stop is brain hurting.

Appearance: Brown, bushy hair, five'o clock shadow beard, dark brown eyes, olive complection.

Jason was a deadbeat student, failing exams, getting drunk at 9:00am, hooking up with totally random women, partying until 9:00am where upon he would get drunk again. After getting wasted at his friends sweet sixteen, throwing up in the punch, and smashing through the back door, he wakes up dizzy in his house. After hazardous attempts to get up, each involving him smashing some of his mothers prized portraits, he settles down against the wall flicking his lighter on and off.

I swear to god, anyone else who has a guy with a deadbeat life style, we must PRO-CREATE!

[Nuttz]

Name: Drew Peacock
Age: 19
Height/Weight: 5'10/90Kg
Appearance: Of large build, broad shoulders, big legs, and generally muscly. Short brown hair. Wide cheek bone. Very, very light beard. Brown eyes, Slightly tanned.
Race: Caucasian (Australian to be specific)
Gear: Fairly tight, white busniess shirt (collar and buttons with breast pocket). Long business dress pants (ripped at the knees to make shorts). Black socks (business shoes in backpack just in case). Tie and belt (not being worn). Hunting rifle (holds two shells) with a large amount of ammo. Large combat knife. Zip lighter.

Drew lived in Australia until he turned 18, after which he moved out of his parents home and moved to the States. In his years before graduating High School he had been an avid Rugby player, not only excelling at his position (Lock), but beating almost every person on his team at their own. He was such a great player due to his strength and deceptive speed. Not to mention his quick reflexes and ability to think quick and act well under pressure. His parents had never been good to him, his mother simply not caring unless he could somehow find her one of the various drugs she was addicted to. HIs father, on the other hand, was very interested. But when he was permanently injured and could not lay and contact sport ever again his father showed his true colours. After being seriously as a result of an illegal tackle and professional foul, Drew was unable to play Rugby anymore. His father had been a very competitive one, even threatening referees and the opposition. But when Drew became injured his father lost all interest, simply ignoring Drew altogether.

As soon as he was old enough to move out, Drew did. He moved to America, in hope that he would be able to live with his uncle, who had always been supportive of him no matter what. It wasn't until his uncle died of a result of a tragic virus that Drew had to find his own place, and his own work. Renting a crappy apartment with barely enough room for a normal human being, he searched for jobs. Eventually finding one answering complaint calls or a sporting goods company. He became frustrated with his life, he was stuck in a dead end job which payed barely enough money to pay for his shitty residence, and longed to return home. He couldn't do so as he was unable to raise enough money for plane tickets. He hadn't exactly been a social person either, not having any time for friends with his 16 hour shifts, and having to save all of his money for a way back home. He tried pleading with his parents to send him money, but that plan worked to no avail.

Eventually Drew snapped. He had lost his childish dreams and sense of humour long ago, when he lost his one call in life. He could not see any good out of the current situation, as he would've once been able to do. He decided to kill himself. Taking a bottle of painkillers and downing them in own go should do the trick, at least he thought.

He woke up in confusion. At first he was wondering what happened, then he was frustrated that his plans to end his own life were stopped. Looking around he noticed that he was in a hospital, still in the busniess clothes he had been wearing before. It looked like people had left in a hurry. His only guess was that he had been found somwhow, collapsed on his 5 foot long bed. And by some miracle, the doctors managed to save him before they got out of here, the reason why he still had no idea.
'Probably didn't want to see me pissed' he thought. The sense of humour, it was back.

PS: I hope you don't mind that I did abit of RP at the end Elmo, it was kind of important to introduce him.

PPS: I think that's detailed enough :P

[UKMD Elmo]

Could y'all please keep to the format I put in the first post for posting up your character. You can develop it and throw in a back story as the story progresses.

[darkmessiah]

I really think a Preparation Thread was needed. Then we'd actually start the RP with the official, and you could nicely post all 10 in the first post.

[HimuraKenshee]

Could y'all please keep to the format I put in the first post for posting up your character. You can develop it and throw in a back story as the story progresses.

sry edited mine. is it ok like tht?

[alex]

ooow crap i hope it's not to late to join...
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 with canned food and a large first aid kit.
BIO: 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 at medical school. he was always interested in helping and healing other people. with this in his mind, he also took a lot of lessons in first aid and even in field surgery.. He got his weapons because he is a big fan of old swords, and he keeps the pocket knife always with him because it makes him feel safe.

[Chr0n1c]

Can someone enlighten me (and any other RP newbies) as to the typical pattern of how a thread like this should progress?

[HimuraKenshee]

Can someone enlighten me (and any other RP newbies) as to the typical pattern of how a thread like this should progress?

elmo starts the story then we continue posting what our character does following "guidelines" that elmo has set for example he says a radio call for all survivors to meet at a plant. u write about ur journey there. then when all people have "arrived" he continues the story. controlling of the story can only be done by elmo. no controlling other characters to major things but minor things can still stand like talking ect ._.

[UKMD Elmo]

elmo starts the story then we continue posting what our character does following "guidelines" that elmo has set for example he says a radio call for all survivors to meet at a plant. u write about ur journey there. then when all people have "arrived" he continues the story. controlling of the story can only be done by elmo. no controlling other characters to major things but minor things can still stand like talking ect ._.

True. Also (to help keep things from taking too long or getting bogged down) when we start I will give each player a cerain amount of days till the next update to have posted. Also, after each update all players will be given a small list of things they must have done by the next update to keep everyone on the same page, such as everyone reaching a certain building.

If people stop posting or do not meet the required actions I'll take over their character and do it for them. If it keeps happening...well, lets say I dont intend for everyone to survive.

Plus I am aware there are far more than 10 applicants to join the thread. You can't all be chosen I'm afraid :/

[Chr0n1c]

Ok, so basically, we have a controlling scenario constructed by Elmo, and (if selected) we narrate our own character's story based on that scenario, and within the other guidelines presented... sounds fun. I already have some good ideas in mind.

[UKMD Elmo]

Ok, so basically, we have a controlling scenario constructed by Elmo, and (if selected) we narrate our own character's story based on that scenario, and within the other guidelines presented... sounds fun. I already have some good ideas in mind.

Yeah people will be presented a scenario and given guidelines for their character to have done a few certain things by the end of the few days prior to the next update. What happens inbetween is entirely up to the players, within reason.

[Zorgy]

How long until you decide who's in elmo?

[HimuraKenshee]

i wanna join T.T

How long until you decide who's in elmo?

ya i wanna know too lol


btw u should follow what darkmessiah suggested as well.. a new topic for it since it will be more.. organized..

[UKMD Elmo]

i wanna join T.T



ya i wanna know too lol


btw u should follow what darkmessiah suggested as well.. a new topic for it since it will be more.. organized..

No. The RP itself will be on this thread. That way people can readily see the rules, that no more people can fit in etc etc. Whatever page we decide to start the RP I'll provide a link on the first post to help people skip straight to the action.

EDIT: Also the RP will begin possibly on Thursday, maybe early next week.

[persnicityninja]

Have you already chosen the characters or can I still add mine? If I can here it is hope he meets your fancy.


Persnicityninja

Name: John Zanada

Age: 43

Height: 6.2

Weight: 200 lbs

Clothes: White dress shirt, Black Jeans, Black dress shoes, a tie, A black fedora, and a black Trench Coat.

Gear: A Crobar, a pair of brass knuckels, and a revolver with a plastic bag of scrounged up ammo.

Bio: John is an Ex mafia member and dosent speak english to well, he can understand it fine, its just his accent that gets in the way when speaking. And thats about all anybody knows about him and quite frankly all anybody wants to know. John was a master at beating anybody up, he could find their weak points and exploit them, Except these things had no weak points and they could definatly take a beating, but that did not stop him. No mindless beast is going take this guy down, not right now anyways...

[Etheallmighty]

ok, I edited my original post to resembe Elmo's a little better. I kept the "strengths" and "weaknesses" in there though. I think it's good to have that.

[alex]

No, the characters are not chosen yet. It's gonna be survival of the fittest with so many people who want to join xD

[persnicityninja]

Oh Really??

>:\/ all zombies will perish against me!!

[Lathegod]

Name: BATMAN!!!
Age:30
Weight/height:160/6'2"
Physical description:SUPER STRENGTH
Clothing:http://futureupdate.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/batman-color.jpg
One (or two) word description of occupation: Protector of Gotham city
Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition):Grapple gun batarang bat-computer, bat-scanner, bat-radar, bat-cuffs, bat-pontoons, bat-drinking water dispenser, bat-camera
Short background: Super hero of gotham city!

Im i to OP?

[Easton Dark]

Name: BATMAN!!!

One (or two) word description of occupation: Protector of Gotham city


Ahem? follow da rulez

[Chr0n1c]

Okay I have another question, relating to a few of the rules made, mostly to rule 4:

So, if someone posts first and says in their story that their character was using a cell phone at such and such time, but the call was dropped, and then perhaps they try to call back and the phone says 'network failure' or something like that, does that then mean that everyone who posts afterwards that wishes to incorporate the use of cell phones in their stories must follow suit with when/how the cellular networks went down according to the first poster?

[UKMD Elmo]

Okay I have another question, relating to a few of the rules made, mostly to rule 4:

So, if someone posts first and says in their story that their character was using a cell phone at such and such time, but the call was dropped, and then perhaps they try to call back and the phone says 'network failure' or something like that, does that then mean that everyone who posts afterwards that wishes to incorporate the use of cell phones in their stories must follow suit with when/how the cellular networks went down according to the first poster?

Technicaly yes. You have to try and follow on with what other people have said so little details like that would be could to follow on with to keep up with continuity. i'm not going to make anyone Boomer's bitch if they miss a small detail such as this though.

[SickDaza]

No. The RP itself will be on this thread. That way people can readily see the rules, that no more people can fit in etc etc. Whatever page we decide to start the RP I'll provide a link on the first post to help people skip straight to the action.

EDIT: Also the RP will begin possibly on Thursday, maybe early next week.

Do you mean thursday as in tomorrow??

Because that would be cool.

[SlainPwner666]

I was about to call you a selfless dipshit, but then noticed the Australia thing. I.E. Two more days.

[Mr Hobo]

Two more days...
RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!

[persnicityninja]

Anyone who dosent get accepted here can come to mine if they want. mines basicly the same with a few differences

I may not do it if im in this one tho, so...

http://www.left4dead411.com/forums/showthread.php?t=11670

[Etheallmighty]

Do you mean thursday as in tomorrow??




woah woah there Hoss...Tomorrow would be Wednesday :P

unless you live somewhere far away where it's already wednesday, then I apologize lol.

[vwgreen77]

So we are starting alone? And then we meet a few people? What after that?

[Easton Dark]

woah woah there Hoss...Tomorrow would be Wednesday :P

unless you live somewhere far away where it's already wednesday, then I apologize lol.

Aw yeah good point, was kinda miffed their for a second that I had to wait so long, but I don't know what day it is in England

[Psyche]

Hope I am not too late?

Name: Chris DeLauro

Age: 16

Weight/height: 5' 11'' 148 Lbs.

Physical description: skinny upperbody, strong lower body.

Clothing: Jeans, with T'shirt and a unzipped hoodie small backpack

One (or two) word description of occupation: Student

Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): Five Seven with 40 rounds of ammuniton (not inculding the rounds already in the clip) and a MP5 with only a single clip extra (not including the clip in the gun), butterfly knife, tazer.

Short background: High Schooler, Italian Ethnicity, happened to be near a pawn shop when the outbreak happened, although he is not much for brute force, he is an all-star Cross Country and Track runner and can run for miles on end without stopping, his dad took him to the shooting range every friday after school after someone broke into their house at gunpoint, so he knows how to use a gun, it is undetermined if his family survived the inital outbreak.

[darkmessiah]

btw u should follow what darkmessiah suggested as well.. a new topic for it since it will be more.. organized..

Someone loiks moi idea, that's what I call evolution! Thanks Himura.

[HimuraKenshee]

Someone loiks moi idea, that's what I call evolution! Thanks Himura.

well in slain it was abit troublesome to keep going thru pages 1 by 1 to find ppl, see their profiles again ect so no mistakes would b done haha XD

[Nuttz]

Could y'all please keep to the format I put in the first post for posting up your character. You can develop it and throw in a back story as the story progresses.

Yeah sorry about the massive backstory, twas bored :P

[UKMD Elmo]

Yeah as of typing this it is 10.23am on Wednesday morning here in sunny ol' England. I'll post up the final 10 tomorrow and possibly the first part too.

Remember, don't start the story until I've set the scene.

[GamerKing]

Australia is a day ahead of the rest of the world, Awesome!

[UKMD Elmo]

Alright, change of plan. I'm terribly terribly bored so I'll be posting the final list of players later this afternoon.

Anyone who still wants to play get your character posted up in the next few hours. Remember, no more petitions to join once the RP has started...

[Nuttz]

It's gonna be midnight here by the time you post D:

If you already have the list could you just PM me if I'm in or not? I won't be able to sleep of I don't know! :P

[Damen]

I do actually think making another thread would be a good idea. Making the first post contain the first scene and the information of the first players. Then this thread could be looked back on for anyone who will join in afterwords.

[UKMD Elmo]

************************************************** *****************
FINAL LIST OF PLAYERS

After very careful consideration and much internal debate I have decided the following 10 players to take part in this Roleplay:

Player: UKMD Elmo DECEASED 30/06/09 - Suicide with Claymore mine
Name: Nathan Short
Age: 38
Weight/height: 15 stone, 5'10''
Physical description: Average height and heavily built, shaven head, blue eyes, disfiguring scar on left side of jaw.
Clothing: Grey t-shirt, white vest, Black jeans with belt, leather steel toe-capped boots.
One (or two) word desciption of occupation: Barman
Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): 12g benelli shotgun, flick-knife, shoulder slung bag, 20 spare shells in bag, 1 days rations.
Short background: Nathan is a barman and has been for the past 8 years. In his twenties he was employed as a bouncer for a local drug dealer who ran a few bars. He left when his conscience started nagging at him after beating almost to death several men who owed money. He's proud he owns his bar and even more so that everything he does is legal. He keeps a shotgun behind the counter to discourage any trouble but rarely gets any due to his appearance and reputation, even though he is a very friendly guy.

Player: Zorgy DECEASED 05/06/09 - Mercy killed by Nathan
Name:George Martin
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Weight and Height: 12 stone and 6,2
Physical description: George is a tall man with wispy grey hair and hazel eyes. Left half crippled from a wound sustained in car crash several years ago.
Occupation: Ex cop
Gear: (bear with me, I'm no gun expert) A small anique revolver with a limited supply of ammo (30 bullets), a hunting knife and a walking stick.
Bio: Recently retired from the police after 20 years on the force.
Lived alone in a small surburban home. With little else left in his career driven life he turned to alcohol and developed a serious drinking habbit. He longed to return to action and escape his tedious new life. Little did he know his wish would soon be granted...

Player: Damen DECEASED - killed in the bus station - 28/05/09
Name: Lance LeLouche
Age: 21
Weight/height:195
Physical description: A tall man, lean but not muscular. Fierce green eyes with medium black shaggy hair. Always clean shaven.
Clothing: A white dress shirt and black slacks. A black hooded long coat. Dress shoes. A keep-sake Fossil wrist watch.
One (or two) word description of occupation: CEO Biometics
Equipment (everything including ammunition: Antique hunting knife, Dessert Eagle Kal . 357 Magnum with two spare magazines (27 rounds total), and a lighter.
Short background: Lance was born into status. His attitude is somewhat stuck up only because he feels it is best to keep people away from him. He loathes his job at Biometics and was only given it due to his father being the international owner of the company. Motherless after a tragic car accident, or so he has been told.

Player: SlainPwner666
Name: David Mosher
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Weight and Height: 192 Pounds and 6 feet tall
Physical Description: An average Joe, he is hard to see in a crowd, rather more of the strong silent type.
Clothing: A black button up T shirt, Jeans [Slightly faded], Combat Boots.
One or two word description of occupation: 711 clerk
Gear: 9MM Pistol(berretta 92fs - 16 rounds), Bottle of vitamin water , Granola Bar, Tool Knife, Wallet, Chain.
Bio: Just an average person, David worked at a 711 in the "Ghetto", and was soon forced to carry a gun. Just trying to raise enough money to buy an engagement ring, David hopes to scratch out a meager existence throughout his life, and stay out of trouble. He doesnt know how wrong he is....

Player: Chr0n1c
Name: Alex Dashing
Age: 19, f
Weight/height: 5ft 8in, 137 lbs
Physical description: Shoulder-length brunette hair, usually pulled back. Piercing Hazel eyes. Average build, but very strong and athletic.
Clothing: White running shoes, blue track pants with double-white stripes along the seams, a grey long-sleeve shirt, an Ironman watch with a compass, and a grey baseball cap.
occupation: Full-time student, Part-time attendent at a sporting goods shop.
Equipment: Beretta M9 9mm standard service pistol with two spare clips (45 rounds total), a light-weight hunting rifle (.22 cal) with shoulder-strap, a box of rifle ammunition (100 rounds), a 3-inch pocket knife, a satchel that was formerly used to carry school supplies, now contains 2 days worth of food, aforementioned munitions, and 1/5 (litre?) of whiskey.
Short background: Alex is a bad-ass version of daddy's little girl - daughter of a man who was once a U.S. Marine Colonel, famous for winning an olympic silver medal for sharp-shooting. Luckilly, Alex was able to fine-tune her own sharp-shooting ability as they often went hunting together. Alex attended a local college while living at home with her father, as they were the last remaining members of her family. Her parents seperated when she was very young and her mother re-married, leaving Alex to do a lot of growing up on her own when her father was away on duty. She had been a proud member of her school's track team, but embarassingly, had recently placed last in the final heat of a division 1 NCAA hurtles event, after clipping the final hurtle in a very close race. She is a great problem-solver and is very resourceful. Unfortunately she is overly critical of everyone, mostly of herself - a trait presumably brought on by her strict upringing.

Player: DethPenguin [B]DECEASED 02/07/09 - Died trying to save Max
Name: Philip Tamer
Age: 25
Weight/height:176 lbs 5'7
Gender: Male
Race: Canadian
Physical description: Slightly overweight with pale skin that doesn't see much sun. Dark brown eyes and curly black hair that drops to about his eyebrows. Short stubbles on chin and neck area. Out of shape and not very physically capable.
Clothing: A white polo shirt with a dark green hoodie on top. Black trousers and black shoes
Two word description of occupation: Desk Job
Equipment: Golf Club, First Aid Kit (Gauze Pads, Antiseptic Cream, Scissors, Bandaids, Tweezers, Antibiotic cream, Rubber gloves, Tylenol, "Step By Step First Aid Guide"), Briefcase (Granola Bars, Sandwhich, Sodas and Inhaler), Mp3 Player (Can pickup any radio signal)
Short background: Phil works a desk job at a manufacturing company, his long hours force him to pack both lunch and dinner into his briefcase. Due to his asthma, he also carries an inhaler in his briefcase. His boss was so kind as to leave his golf clubs in the trunk of Phil's car. Phil is anti-social and shy's away from big crowds. With dying parents out of the country and no friends, Phil has nothing to lose in this apocalypse.

Player: SickDaza DECEASED 30/06/09 - Shot and bitten to death
Name: Julie Mashe (Just thought a women would be good)
Age: 28
Weight/Height: 5'8 / 120
Description: Tall and lean, all the boys always used to take notice of her so she has never found it hard to gain their attention. Blond hair and blue eyes she was never taken seriously in the law firm that she worked.
Clothing: Wears a woman's suit that cuts off fairly high and pairs this with a couple of excessively expensive high heels which further accentuate her long legs.
Equipment: Briefcase with some general first aid along with useless papers. Owns a glock 20 in 10 mm which she has learnt to be quite handy with (17 rounds total).
Brief History: Born the youngest of three children there was always pressure on her to succeed as her siblings had. She became very locked in as a 21 year old in her final year of college and used this time to purchase a gun and consequently spent a large amount of time at the shooting range. However she eventually graduated from Harvard with a law degree and is now working in a little known firm in the big city, New York.


Player: darkmessiah ****DECEASED - Murdered in his sleep - 19/05/09****
Name: John Beedle
Age: 62
Weight/height: 160/6'2"
Physical description:Tall, fit, but with a slight back problem, this retired man has experienced the harshes Vietnam and watched the news about Desert Storm.
Clothing: Muted, bland sweater vest and a checkered undershirt. Khaki pants, and brown loafers.
One (or two) word description of occupation: Retired, Social Security.
Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): Mossberg 590 (pump action shotgun) - 25 shells total.
Short background: He's been around, as long as Larry David has. In the late 50's he was part of many street gangs, but only adolescent ones, but dangerous nonetheless, like the Grassin' Grasshoppers, the Hop Hoopers, Jumpin' Jacks, Buffalo Biffin', Kill Klockers, and Jangle Jocklers, he's seen it all. In 1965, he skipped school to join the Military, and found he really didn't want to go to 'Nam so fled to Canada, like most liberal pot smokers of the day. After the settlement between America and the deserters were finalized, he came back and lived with his mother until she died in 1987, at 70 years, after a mucked up hip surgery. He has then lived to watch the news, soon becoming a slight survivalist and owning a shotgun in the end.

[UKMD Elmo]

Player: Element118 ***DECEASED - Shot accidentaly by Julie - 09/06/09***
Name: Brad Daniels
Age: 35
Weight/height: 180lbs/6’0”
Physical description: Average build (Fit), Short Brown Hair, Green Eyes, Stubble beard
Clothing: White long sleeved T-shirt under a light green scrub top, light green scrub bottoms, white lab coat, Gym shoes
One (or two) word description of occupation: Trauma Surgeon
Equipment (absolutely everything including ammunition): Makeshift Medical Kit (Includes suture set, gauze, bandages, 4 morphine syrettes, antiseptic solutions, 4 packs of “Quik Clot”, forceps, aspirin, medical tape, 2 trauma pads, and nitrile gloves), 1 days rations
Short background: Brad went into the army right out of high school and trained to become a combat medic. While serving in the Army, he took some college courses, and by the time his four years of service was up, he only had to spend one more year at a community college to get all of his pre-medical courses done. He then attended medical school and began his career as a Trauma Surgeon. Just having finished his residency, he was hired at the local hospital as an attending physician in the ER. He’s a charismatic person and a natural leader thanks to both his medical and military training.

Player: Gamerking ***DECEASED - Suicide killed 25 infected with a grenade 18/06/09***
Name: Jason Schurest
Age: 17
Gender: male
Weight: 70 Kg's
Height : 190cm
Race: Caucasian
Gear: Slightly vomit stained Element t-shirt, lighter, a crumpled five dollar bill, heavily vomit stained black trousers, white sneakers and sunglasses to stop is brain hurting.
Appearance: Brown, bushy hair, five'o clock shadow beard, dark brown eyes, olive complection.
Background: Jason was a deadbeat student, failing exams, getting drunk at 9:00am, hooking up with totally random women, partying until 9:00am where upon he would get drunk again. After getting wasted at his friends sweet sixteen, throwing up in the punch, and smashing through the back door, he wakes up dizzy in his house. After hazardous attempts to get up, each involving him smashing some of his mothers prized portraits, he settles down against the wall flicking his lighter on and off.


Player Name: Kentucket
Name: Russell "Russ" Irons Joined RP 22/05/09
Age: 38
Job: Embalmer
Appearance: A tall dark man, with dark brown eyes, ashy grey hair, and a fit build.
Clothing: A black pin-stripe suit, with a white dress shirt, black tie, and mens dress shoes. (Not very imaginative, but embalmers must be very formal.)
Equipment: Derringer with one round, and a small first aid kit. (Not alot, but like I said he's not going to have alot of stuff lying around.)
Short Bio: Russ had been an embalmer for nearly 15 years, and through years of experience has developed the skills of a surgeon. He usually works well into the night making sure the guy who blew his brains out looked as if he's never been near a gun in his (short) life. Death is an every day thing in his life, and thus has sort of a numbness to it. However he is at least a little sympathetic when he is tasked to deal with grieving families

NAME: Max Farquick (JOINED RP 10/06/09) - DECEASED 02/07/09 - Eaten Alive
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, butterfly knife, backpack with canned food and a large first aid kit.
BIO:has little experience with pistols and rifles.

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You may have noticed there have been one or two changes to some of the players character's profiles, especialy regarding the equipment.

Apologies to anyone who didn't get in, but with the amount of people wanting to get in (of which I'm flattered) I had to piss off at least two thirds of you...

I'll be starting the story properly tomorrow orlater today depending. Do not begin until I have set the scene.

Watch this space for the update as it might be continued in this thread of begun in a new one, depending...

[SickDaza]

How exciting let's get this shit started.

[Zorgy]

Hooraysies! Although it seems there is an older man then me in too. Dark I think we need to get togther and bitch about how thing aren't what they used to be.

[Chr0n1c]

W00t! Lots of interesting characters chosen, and many more left out! I feel honored for being chosen to participate, and excited to get started!

[Easton Dark]

Well balls...... RAGE!!!

Didn't know you would include yourself in the 10 :(

No room for nerds with a knife and zombie fetish? :(

[SlainPwner666]

JIZZ.

Can't wait for day one. I'll try to put much more emotion and more of an emphasis on David's personal feelings then simply mowing down zombies. Since he's just an average joe, then he won't be an effective murderer.

[Crysalis]

is it too late to join? ):

[persnicityninja]

Anyone who still wants to join an RP can join mine if they want, this time to make it fair the first 10 including me, will be alowed in.

http://www.left4dead411.com/forums/showthread.php?t=11670

[darkmessiah]

Cool, I won.

[DethPenguin]

Player: DethPenguin

Woo baby, aww right!

[Damen]

Patiently waiting for DAY ONE.

[Element118]

Awesome. Excited to get started! Elmo, are we going to be starting as the outbreak begins, or are we starting after the outbreak has consumed wherever we're at be it a city or whatever? Just trying to get ready with story ideas=)

[GamerKing]

I got in, thats incredibly surprising.

[darkmessiah]

I'm surprised UKMD got in, his character su-

Wait a minute.

[UKMD Elmo]

I'm surprised UKMD got in, his character su-

Wait a minute.

That made me laugh xD Y'all will be needing the burly barman to save your sorry asses eventualy ;)

And I'm still working out the kinks in the story. You'll start out just when the city is going to hell, but i'll provide enough situational info to give your characters plenty of ideas.

[deadpirate]

I like the vomit guy.

[Etheallmighty]

Apologies to anyone who didn't get in, but with the amount of people wanting to get in (of which I'm flattered) I had to piss off at least two thirds of you...


Look at how pissed I am because of your decision to not include me...after all the survival threads we've been through!....Feeellll the Guilt!


http://media.photobucket.com/image/this%20is%20my%20serious%20face/Jon_E_82/crazyoldbeardguy.gif

this is my serious face


(wait how do you post pics now?

[RaginAzN]

Its all good Elmo, you do write a mean story though, I'll still look forward to reading it up! I remember pesninja wanting to start a new thread for RP, I thought it might be interesting if it became a two seperate locations and then we all somehow meet up? or a parallel storyline. Its alot of work though now that I think about it, but it would be interesting to see how two parties would survive and interact with each other. Just a thought

[Mr Hobo]

PISS, I DIDN'T GET IN!!!!
RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!
Well, even though I didn't get in, this will be hell of a good time to read.
Hope you guys have fun making this, lucky ducks you. :)

[GamerKing]

I think you should tell us what kind of zombies we'll be dealing with, I screwed up with Slains RP.

[Nuttz]

I'm never going to forgive you Elmo.

But seriously, maybe I could join later, seeeming as Drew is in a coma and whatnot. That's if you're going to add more characters throughout the story at all.

[GamerKing]

I like the vomit guy.

There always has to be a damsel in distress, although I could use my lighter in conjunction with something explody.

[UKMD Elmo]

First part will be up in a couple of hours. Remember, and this is very important: The first post will set the scene, tell you what kind of zombies you face, what time of day it is, what the infection is, state of the world etc etc. Do not deviate from this setting and make up your own ideas about the state of affairs as this will be the biggest cause of inconsistencies.

For example last time we had a bout 5 variations of zombies to contend with, being dead, alive, red eyed, white eyed, freshly turned, rotting, easy to kill, hard to kill, slow, fast etc etc...

Please do not allow this to happen! :D

[HimuraKenshee]

i wasnt chosen T_T

[UKMD Elmo]

THE RP BEGINS....

Day 1: 'Good morning and welcome to GNN News. Our breaking headline... There have been multiple reports of a new infectious strain of Rabies breaking out in Paris. Details at this early stage are scarce, but it appears the sufferers become very violent and start to attack anyone and everything around them. Official estimates point at only a few dozen cases so far and the French President has issued a plea for calm. Meanwhile whole droves of people are fleeing the city while rescue services and medical specialists converge on the capital to identify the cause of the outbreak. A terrorist plot has so far been ruled out at this stage. More news as we get it. Moving on to sport...'

Day 2: 'The situation in France has rapidly degenerated, seemingly overnight. The city has been quarantined with several hundred thousand people still inside. We are reliably informed that they are being cared for by the military and government forces who are also in the city. A secret report indicates that troops inside the quarantine zone are being attacked by hundreds of infected victims, indicating that official estimates of the ammount of infected were wildly conservative and also that their efforts to control the spread have so far failed. What is of more concern is that there have been several other reported cases of a virus with similar symptoms in other European countries, including Germany, Spain, England, Scotland, Switzerland...'

Day 3 'Breaking News - The first case of the new rabies strain, being dubbed DT4, has been reported in our own country, more specificaly New York City. The victim has been put in quarantine in an undisclosed location nearby to be observed and tested on to find a possible vaccine for the disease which has become a Pandemic in only a matter of days. Our inside reporter has revealed to GNN News some details about the victim, who must remain unnamed for legal reasons. Apparently the victim becomes incoherent and explosively violent within a matter of minutes after contracting the virus, attacking any other human he can see or hear. His skin has turned palid and his eyes have taken on a discoloured redish tint. Other easily identifiable symptoms is the vomiting of blood, frothing of the mouth and bleeding from all orrifaces. Medical tests report that the victim still remains functional as a human being, although his hunger and thirst mechanism seems to have been switched off. Incidentaly this has stopped certain individuals from labeling these unfortunate people 'Zombies', as the few firefights against them in paris have proved they can be killed like any normal person. More news on this breaking story as we get it'

Day 4 'GNN News, good morning. This is a breaking headline bulletin, the new rabies virus nicknamed DT4 has been reported in nearly every major city in the USA. As of this report the only uninfected countries appear to be Australia, New Zealand and Madagascar. Official estimates report dozens of infected in each city, with government forces and the emergency services being hard pushed to respond to each report of the outbreak and detain the victim. We expect that martial law will be declared within the next few hours. The President has issued a state of national emergency while this situation is resolved and asks that every one of you stock up on provisions and stay at home until the situation can be brought under control...'

Day 5 'Good Morning. As you all know the country was brought under martial law yesterday at 3pm. Although reports are coming in a lot less frequently we can confirm that the virus DT4 is now widespread throughout the country. Emergency services have been overwhelmed by the demand for their assistance and many large groups of infected people are freely wandering the streets in search of victims. Military forces have been stretched thin to protect several cities, but it appears at this point that many are retreating and setting up solid defences around the Eastern Seaboard cities, excepting New York which has been declared a 'no-go' area. We urge you to stay inside your homes for...'

Day 6 - 'This is an automated message for GNN News. Please stand by for transmission. This is an automated message for GNN News. Please stand by for transmission. This is..'

Nathan Flicked off the bar tv with the remote, throwing it back under the counter and going back to resting his head in his hands. For the past three days the customers have been dissapearing like morning mist, leaving only the die-hard regulars. He didn't mind so much as they were usualy hard drinkers or at least were good for a chat. He glanced at his watch: 11am and only three people in the bar. There was old Sam up at the bar, slowly going through his third pint, Johnny sitting in his corner reading the newspaper and thoughtfuly nibbling at some nuts and a third man Nathan didn't recognise at the far end of the bar on the sofa, seemingly sleeping.

Nathan was bored, but frustrated also because somthing kept telling him to be wary as well. This damned virus had sent people running for cover, the only people walking the streets clutching a firearm under their jacket or at the very least looking like they didn't want to be there. This morning had been different. The last few hours he had counted a total of 5 cars going past, and considering his bar was almost dead centre in the middle of the city on a main road that was very strange indeed... The man on the sofa stirred, sprang upright in his seat and seemed to freeze.

'You okay there buddy?' Nathan called out, his hand reaching for the pump action he kept behind the counter and not even kowing why. Without warning the man sprang up and darted over to Johnny, jumping on him and tearing at his throat before he could even react. Nathan vaulted over the bar and ran over to the struggling man, clubbing the man in the back of the head with the butt of the shotgun. The stranger slumped unconscious to the floor but poor Johnny was far beyond help, dead eyes staring at the ceiling with his own blood slowly oozing from his open neck wound. Sam was standing next to bar, staring at the scene with glassy eyes.

'What the hell was that?' Nathan said, his hands still holding the shotgun, albeit shakily, while his mind tried to sort out exactly what had just happened. Sam didn't answer, instead just downing the last dregs of his beer and hightailing it out of the front door and into the street.

Nathan tried the phone and thumbed 911, hardly being surprised when there was no reply at all. Flicking the tv back on the only news channel broadcasting was the BBC International news, showing an empty broadcasting set except for a dead man slumped over the main desk.

'That settles it' He said to himself, grabbing the half empty box of ammunition behind the counter and emptying it into his small rucksack along with all the beer nuts and crisps on the front counter. Stopping once to kick the unconscious infected in the head a few times he climbed downstairs into the basement, locking the steel reinforced and deadbolted doors behind him.

The basement was well lit with an old pool table on one side, a few empty cabinets, some weights and a large stack of full beer kegs in the other corner. The only other way into the room was up a small set of stairs and through an even heavier set of doors that led onto the back alley, which he checked to make sure were securely locked too.

His mind was racing and it took him a few minutes of staring at a wall that he still had no clue what his plan was. The basement was secure but the main priority was finding a safe place to be, and if he knew anything that would be far away from people and out of the city in the countryside. The only problem was his car was in the dock and concrete roadblocks held up nearly every street corner so driving anywhere was almost totaly out of the question.

He needed more people. He thought about the electronic sign on the front of the bar his friend Francis had suggested to him last year. Controllable from the basement you could program the electronic board the advertise everything. Flicking on the small keypad he changed the generic 'Beer, nuts and TV' he had set up to 'Anyone out there. I'm planning to get out of this city. Anyone else with me meet up in the bar's basement. Get here by the back'.

Setting it to a scrolling message he sat down on the pool table and waited for anyone to show.....

************************************************** *****************

Okay! Over to you people. Remember, we're not in full scale zombie apocalypse territory yet. The city is very quiet, there are very few infected on the street, people are hiding away and the police and military are nowhere to be seen. Also getting anywhere by car is a bad idea due to all the impassable roadblocks.

The next update will be on Monday or Tuesday by next week. In any ammount of posts all your characters must have done the following by the next update:

- Reach the bar's back entrance - BUT DO NOT ENTER. Also keep it in the late morning please...

Good luck!

[DethPenguin]

THE RP BEGINS....

Day 1: 'Good morning and welcome to GNN News. Our breaking headline... There have been multiple reports of a new infectious strain of Rabies breaking out in Paris. Details at this early stage are scarce, but it appears the sufferers become very violent and start to attack anyone and everything around them. Official estimates point at only a few dozen cases so far and the French President has issued a plea for calm. Meanwhile whole droves of people are fleeing the city while rescue services and medical specialists converge on the capital to identify the cause of the outbreak. A terrorist plot has so far been ruled out at this stage. More news as we get it. Moving on to sport...'

Day 2: 'The situation in France has rapidly degenerated, seemingly overnight. The city has been quarantined with several hundred thousand people still inside. We are reliably informed that they are being cared for by the military and government forces who are also in the city. A secret report indicates that troops inside the quarantine zone are being attacked by hundreds of infected victims, indicating that official estimates of the ammount of infected were wildly conservative and also that their efforts to control the spread have so far failed. What is of more concern is that there have been several other reported cases of a virus with similar symptoms in other European countries, including Germany, Spain, England, Scotland, Switzerland...'

Day 3 'Breaking News - The first case of the new rabies strain, being dubbed DT4, has been reported in our own country, more specificaly New York City. The victim has been put in quarantine in an undisclosed location nearby to be observed and tested on to find a possible vaccine for the disease which has become a Pandemic in only a matter of days. Our inside reporter has revealed to GNN News some details about the victim, who must remain unnamed for legal reasons. Apparently the victim becomes incoherent and explosively violent within a matter of minutes after contracting the virus, attacking any other human he can see or hear. His skin has turned palid and his eyes have taken on a discoloured redish tint. Other easily identifiable symptoms is the vomiting of blood, frothing of the mouth and bleeding from all orrifaces. Medical tests report that the victim still remains functional as a human being, although his hunger and thirst mechanism seems to have been switched off. Incidentaly this has stopped certain individuals from labeling these unfortunate people 'Zombies', as the few firefights against them in paris have proved they can be killed like any normal person. More news on this breaking story as we get it'

Day 4 'GNN News, good morning. This is a breaking headline bulletin, the new rabies virus nicknamed DT4 has been reported in nearly every major city in the USA. As of this report the only uninfected countries appear to be Australia, New Zealand and Madagascar. Official estimates report dozens of infected in each city, with government forces and the emergency services being hard pushed to respond to each report of the outbreak and detain the victim. We expect that martial law will be declared within the next few hours. The President has issued a state of national emergency while this situation is resolved and asks that every one of you stock up on provisions and stay at home until the situation can be brought under control...'

Day 5 'Good Morning. As you all know the country was brought under martial law yesterday at 3pm. Although reports are coming in a lot less frequently we can confirm that the virus DT4 is now widespread throughout the country. Emergency services have been overwhelmed by the demand for their assistance and many large groups of infected people are freely wandering the streets in search of victims. Military forces have been stretched thin to protect several cities, but it appears at this point that many are retreating and setting up solid defences around the Eastern Seaboard cities, excepting New York which has been declared a 'no-go' area. We urge you to stay inside your homes for...'

Day 6 - 'This is an automated message for GNN News. Please stand by for transmission. This is an automated message for GNN News. Please stand by for transmission. This is..'

Nathan Flicked off the bar tv with the remote, throwing it back under the counter and going back to resting his head in his hands. For the past three days the customers have been dissapearing like morning mist, leaving only the die-hard regulars. He didn't mind so much as they were usualy hard drinkers or at least were good for a chat. He glanced at his watch: 11am and only three people in the bar. There was old Sam up at the bar, slowly going through his third pint, Johnny sitting in his corner reading the newspaper and thoughtfuly nibbling at some nuts and a third man Nathan didn't recognise at the far end of the bar on the sofa, seemingly sleeping.

Nathan was bored, but frustrated also because somthing kept telling him to be wary as well. This damned virus had sent people running for cover, the only people walking the streets clutching a firearm under their jacket or at the very least looking like they didn't want to be there. This morning had been different. The last few hours he had counted a total of 5 cars going past, and considering his bar was almost dead centre in the middle of the city on a main road that was very strange indeed... The man on the sofa stirred, sprang upright in his seat and seemed to freeze.

'You okay there buddy?' Nathan called out, his hand reaching for the pump action he kept behind the counter and not even kowing why. Without warning the man sprang up and darted over to Johnny, jumping on him and tearing at his throat before he could even react. Nathan vaulted over the bar and ran over to the struggling man, clubbing the man in the back of the head with the butt of the shotgun. The stranger slumped unconscious to the floor but poor Johnny was far beyond help, dead eyes staring at the ceiling with his own blood slowly oozing from his open neck wound. Sam was standing next to bar, staring at the scene with glassy eyes.

'What the hell was that?' Nathan said, his hands still holding the shotgun, albeit shakily, while his mind tried to sort out exactly what had just happened. Sam didn't answer, instead just downing the last dregs of his beer and hightailing it out of the front door and into the street.

Nathan tried the phone and thumbed 911, hardly being surprised when there was no reply at all. Flicking the tv back on the only news channel broadcasting was the BBC International news, showing an empty broadcasting set except for a dead man slumped over the main desk.

'That settles it' He said to himself, grabbing the half empty box of ammunition behind the counter and emptying it into his small rucksack along with all the beer nuts and crisps on the front counter. Stopping once to kick the unconscious infected in the head a few times he climbed downstairs into the basement, locking the steel reinforced and deadbolted doors behind him.

The basement was well lit with an old pool table on one side, a few empty cabinets, some weights and a large stack of full beer kegs in the other corner. The only other way into the room was up a small set of stairs and through an even heavier set of doors that led onto the back alley, which he checked to make sure were securely locked too.

His mind was racing and it took him a few minutes of staring at a wall that he still had no clue what his plan was. The basement was secure but the main priority was finding a safe place to be, and if he knew anything that would be far away from people and out of the city in the countryside. The only problem was his car was in the dock and concrete roadblocks held up nearly every street corner so driving anywhere was almost totaly out of the question.

He needed more people. He thought about the electronic sign on the front of the bar his friend Francis had suggested to him last year. Controllable from the basement you could program the electronic board the advertise everything. Flicking on the small keypad he changed the generic 'Beer, nuts and TV' he had set up to 'Anyone out there. I'm planning to get out of this city. Anyone else with me meet up in the bar's basement. Get here by the back'.

Setting it to a scrolling message he sat down on the pool table and waited for anyone to show.....

************************************************** *****************

Okay! Over to you people. Remember, we're not in full scale zombie apocalypse territory yet. The city is very quiet, there are very few infected on the street, people are hiding away and the police and military are nowhere to be seen. Also getting anywhere by car is a bad idea due to all the impassable roadblocks.

The next update will be on Monday or Tuesday by next week. In any ammount of posts all your characters must have done the following by the next update:

- Reach the bar's back entrance - BUT DO NOT ENTER. Also keep it in the late morning please...

Good luck!

I came. Yes I read it in one minute.
Check this post for later edit.

[UKMD Elmo]

*Taps his foot impatiently for anyone to get the story moving* xD

[Easton Dark]

well I woulda!

but my character failed :(

[yourbadmega]

BOB SAGET! notice how you pick the same people everytime? such as chronic?

[vwgreen77]

so can we spectate, or r u gonna delete non-rp posts?

[Easton Dark]

BOB SAGET! notice how you pick the same people everytime? such as chronic?

Butthurt :(

[UKMD Elmo]

Gentlemen, I have never done a thread where I 'pick people' before, other than this one. I knew a lot of people would be annoyed they wern't picked but I couldn't have 29 players in an RP thread. It would be impossible.

If you cant contribute or at least say somthing nice...well, don't. Remember if I need more players I will go to the original applicants who didn't get in, so if you want in eventualy treat me nice ;)

EDIT: I can't delete posts but maybe a mod might be nice enough to if I ask politely. So please keep off topic posts to a minimum. Feel free to spectate and comment on procedings occasionaly. When appropriate.

[yourbadmega]

Butthurt :(

meh, i don't think i could keep up with an rp anyway. I would prefer teh survival story cuz i only have to look at the story then make a decision, instead of basing them off someone else's actions

[darkmessiah]

"God fucking damnit, what happened to my news..." Beedle started flipping through the channels. "You can't have re-runs for news... that'd be called fucking olds... heh, that's funny."

He got out his old trusty notepad and wrote down his little funny. In it he collected all sorts of information, from cooking recipes to weapon specs to Seinfeld highlights. As he finished, he looked up at the t.v. and watched what had been happening the past week.

"I know the government... this info woulda gotten fucking censored if they hadn't turned into pansies the past few years... actually, I don't even know how they got this information out to the public... God damnit, this doesn't make any sense." He wrote in his notepad once again.

... Possible conspiracy? No government censorship. Easily allows panic in US. Uncharacteristic of government.

He ended again and looked at his surroundings. A small, stuffy, dark apartment with all windows covered with blinds, two recliners and one tv, the other room with a bed and a small drawer, a small bathroom. John sighed at it all and rubbed his temples in exasperation. "29 years in front of a television... I'd be fine with this if it hadn't gone to shit..."

His phone rang and he jumped in surprise. He never had telemarketers before. He got up and walked over to his room and retrieved the phone.

"Hello? Oh hey! No, no, that's Larry... Jerry David sounds retarded, that's just the first names of both of them.... Okay, fine I was wrong, Larry David, so last name... you didn't! He's in Los Angeles! Fuck you." He hung up the phone and dropped onto his bed. "Oh fuck..." His back had been aching since 'Nam, the doctors never knew why. They thought it was psychosomatic.

Jeremy says he saw Larry David on the street. He's a fucking liar, so I don't give a shit...

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Notepad Excerpts:

Yada yada! Episode 153

You'd think that there'd be someone out there to shoot those people in American Idol, they're 15 minutes of fucking fame...

That virus is affecting US now, I thought they'd stop all traffic in and out of the states...

Fuck you Archuleta!

Jeremy says that he got fucking attacked by some guy today, fuck him.

Today I had the largest dump of my life... crazy...

GNN just went offline. Possible consp...

[Element118]

I will be trying to get my excerpt in tonight. Good job with the intro elmo! Now to determine the best way for my doctor to enter the story of a zombie apocalypse....oh, this is gunna be fun. hahah.

[SlainPwner666]

I shall post soon enough, keep your loincloths on

[GamerKing]

I'll post later today.

[Shadow]

Just saying if someone doesn't join in, I'm still down brother.

[DethPenguin]

((Ok I'll post sometime later. Just posting to make you all aware of that. Just kiddin'))

Five Days After First Infection

Phil pulled at his hair and watched a few loose hairs float to the ground. For the past five days he had skipped work in fear of this new virus. For the past two, he had holed himself up in his house, not daring to go outside. Phil walked over to the kitchen and looked at his answering machine.

3 New Messages "Hunh. That's odd," Phil said to himself. He pressed the play button and walked over towards the kitchen cabinets. "Yeah, hi. This is William Lermber. I was wondering when I could pick up my clubs? Yeah, thanks. Bye."

Phil opened the cabinet and peered inside, only a few tin cans were left. "Hi, Bill Lermber, your boss. Again I'm wondering when I can pick up my golf clubs. And gimme a call on why you haven't showed up to work. Yeah... bye."

Phil grabbed a tin can of Ravioli and popped off the lid. "Phil? Ahem, uh. This is your father, how long has it been? Hear 'bout that new virus? You should stay indoors and what, eh? Well... give us a call sometime."

He poured the ravioli into a bowl, put it in the microwave, and set it for three minutes. End of New Messages.

Six Days After First Infection

"Dammit, almost out," Phil sighed. His food supplies were just about gone. He hadn't gone grocery shopping in a week, and even when he did, he only bought what he would need for the following few days. GNN News had stopped broadcasting today, and Phil assumed the worst. After a few minutes of thinking, he decided it would be better to go out and buy food now, rather than wait for things to get worse. He grabbed his keys, his favorite hoodie and drove towards the supermarket.

Phil noticed that he had left his briefcase in the car from when he stopped going to work. Giving his attention back to the road, he noticed for the first time how deathly quiet everything was. He was the only one driving down this road. There were no pedestrians, birds, strays... nothing. Phil was nearing the center of town, and even then had only seen two or three cars driving down the road as well. He was coming across a bar, when an old man ran across the street. "Fuck!"

((Awaiting Elmo's response that decides the fate of poor "Old Sam" ))

[darkmessiah]

Gotta love Office Space.

[DethPenguin]

Gotta love Office Space.

Fun fact. After Bill Lumbergh tells Peter to work on Saturday, he goes to a cubicle next to him and says "Hey Phil..." Before it cuts to a different scene.

[Chr0n1c]

Ok, I'm not sure if I'm approaching this correctly. I wrote a novel. It's way too long. But, since I wrote it, I may as well post it.




Slumping back in her chair, Alex looked over the final version of her biology research paper. She had stayed up late the night before, and woken up early, obsessing over it.

"I should be worried about the implications of my essay. If my arguments are accurate then we face the worst. Otherwise, I'll probably fail this assignment. Of course, if I'm right, no one will be around to read the stupid essay anyways!" Alex thought.

Logging onto the school website, she notices a new message on the class bulletin page:

"Dear class,

Due to recent events that have unfolded, classes for the remainder of the semester have been cancelled until further notice. In gathering information for your assignments, you are all undoubtedly aware that the situation in Paris has escalated much faster then predicted. For those of you who completed this assignment with enthusiasm and on time, I offer my congratulations. The knowledge you have gained may serve you well. For those of you who didn't complete the assignment, you will find out what's going on soon enough. I hope you all enjoyed my class as much as I enjoyed teaching it. Godspeed, and good luck.

Sincerely,
Professor Jameson."

She gasps, "I... hate being right."

Disgusted and disturbed by the message, not knowing why, Alex retrieves a bottle of whiskey from her favorite hiding spot, and takes a good swig straight from the bottle. The liquid is warm, fierce and unforgiving, especially for someone who hardly drinks. Despite the burning, she can't help but crack a smirk at the absurdness of her situation. Her mind is racing, not knowing what exactly to do next. Could it really have come to this?

Alex secures the cap on the bottle, and thinks she hears a set of keys jingle. The front door suddenly bursts open. Stunned, she sits up quickly, dropping the bottle into the school bag sitting next to her. She stands up from her desk to face the backside of the figure in the doorway. He slams the door loudly stumbling backwards, sending a lamp from a nearby table crashing to the floor. Before she can utter a sylable, the figure turns.

"ALEX! There's no time! You have to leave!"

She can see more then fear in her father's eyes. "Alex. You have to kill me." He lunges towards her and knocks her back, picking up the schoolbag. He runs to the end of the hall with the bag and enters the game room. Alex tries to react but is frozen. Her hands are shaking. Her father is panting and grunting as he rustles through drawers and cabinets. She shuffles down the hall noticing a few drops of blood on the floor along the way. As she nears the doorway her father busts through and forces the bag and a rifle between them.

"Sweetheart, take these. It's too late for me." She manages to grasp the items awkwardly from her father as he proceeds to push through the doorway and out into the main room. Wiping the blood from his nose, "...bleeding, im.. s.. starting to change. You must kill me now, Alex."

Setting down the items, she notices the bag is heavier then before. "Change? Dad, what the hell is going on!?" He pulls his service pistol from his waistline and pops a single round in the chamber. "There's no other way." She tries to back away as he grabs her wrists and forces the gun into her hands, clicking the safety off. Alex's hands are forced up between them, the barrel of the gun pointed at her father's forehead. "Things got out of control this time. One hit me, don't let one hit you." His breathing has become absurdly fast, struggling against his daughter to keep the gun pointed at him. "I love you sweetheart, I'm so s.." Before the next words come out, the gun discharges. Alex's father snaps back, falling lifelessly on the floor before her.

Shaking and gasping for breath, "I..."

Not knowing what to do, Alex blurts out, "You son of a bitch! What if you were immune?" She grabs the bag and opens it, finding a box of rifle ammunition, 3 pistol clips, and the whiskey. She grabs a clip and slams it into the pistol, trying to swallow tears and force her reactions to follow what she believes her father would want her to do. She moves quickly through the house, stuffing bottled water, bread, a few cans of food, a swiss army knife, and a candy bar into the bag, slinging it over her left shoulder, the rifle over the other.

Alex walks to the front door and latches the chain, opening it slowly. The streets seem eerilly quiet. Removing the latch she notices her father left his keys in the doorknob. She removes the keys and opens the door, and pauses for a moment, looking back at the body laying in a pool of blood on the floor, and says "I can do this, father."

Not knowing where to go, Alex sprints up to her father's truck parked in the street, hops quickly inside, and speeds off. The next few miles go by quickly on the empty roadways, and the gas pedal is pressed nervously closer and closer to the floor board. "I've gotta get ahold of myself! I gotta slow down." She slows down and shifts the truck into low gear, trying to find a station on the radio that might contain a clue on what to do next, but instead only finds dead air. Alex continues on, noticing a group of stopped cars ahead, many with thier doors left open. Pulling up closer, it appears that she too won't be able to get past the roadblock.

Thinking that even if she were to double-back she might encounter a similar situation, she gathers her gear and hops out of the truck, and runs down the nearest alleyway to hide for a moment. In the alley she discovers a fire escape with a dumpster nearby. climbing onto it, she is able to reach the ladder above, and after considerable effort, manages her way up the fire escape structure to the roof of a 3-story appartment building. She settles the bag at her feet and pulls her rifle up to her shoulder, peering through the scope. The streets seem empty until she hears tires screaming from another direction. It appears a truck had narrowly missed someone in the street, right in front of a bar. She inspects the situation but it doesn't appear any of the people there are infected or attacking each other. She is able to make out the message on a scrolling sign on the front of the bar,

'Anyone out there. I'm planning to get out of this city. Anyone else with me meet up in the bar's basement. Get here by the back'.

Grinning, she thinks, "Well, I could use another drink." as she lumbers her way over connecting rooftops, getting as close as she can before finding a service ladder to return to the street. Pulling out her pistol, she ventures in for a closer look. Taking care to not be detected, she reads the sign again, almost feeling excited. Gripping her pistol tightly, Alex carefully moves alongside the building towards the back.

[Damen]

6 Days after first infection - Lance was on the balcony on the third floor of his fathers mansion, who happened to be out on a business trip. The day before Lance had given the order to all house assistants to stop coming to work. He had a gut feeling that whatever was going on wasn't going to be over anytime soon.

Looking out from the balcony he could see most all of the city as the mansion was on the outskirts of town on somewhat of a hill.

"This is the quietest I have ever seen this town, not even any trains today... maybe all of this really is a big deal."

Lance then went back inside and took a look at the T.V.

"That is weird..." he said as he flipped to GNN "...They are rarely offline. I am glad I told the assistants not to come today."

Lance then headed to the third floor kitchen, opened the fridge to find barely any food other than regular condiments.

Slapping his hand to his forehead he says "Ugh thats right.. the assistants always buy the food fresh regularly. I am going to have to go into town then."

He goes to his bedroom and grabs his Dessert Eagle and his spare magazines.

"They said these 'infected' are dangerous.. I better take this just in-case."

He also took a hunting knife and his trusty lighter, even though he didn't smoke.

He then headed out of the mansion and down into town, locking the doors behind him. He went by foot because he saw that the police had numerous barricades along the roads.

As he was going through the city he encountered very few people, and even they did not stop to converse. Halfway through town nearing a local bar a car came flying by. Skidding to a halt, it almost hit an old man crossing the road carelessly.

"Hey! You all right?!" Lance yells, running to see if everything was ok.

(Hope this is ok for my first ever RP post.)

[SlainPwner666]

'This is an automated message for GNN News. Please stand by for transmission. This is an automated message for GNN News. Please stand by for transmission. This is..'
After that, David Mosher's shitty radio chose that wonderful moment to die. Just like business. David had decided long ago that the world wasn't gonna fall apart just because of a outbreak of the fucking common cold.

Therefore, he decided to work an extra shift at the 711 he called home. It hadn't bothered him, he knew his co-workers like family, or what a family would feel like, if he had one. His parents had died in car crashes when he was young. He survived on his own without anyone else's help for 28 years, and planned on staying that way. Whistling a metal song he had heard the other day, David polished the counter and rearranged the chips in alphabetical order.

Looking over, the one TV in the store was nothing but static. [You've gotta be shittin me....]. Sighing explosively, David strolled over, thinking maybe a faulty antenna or a loose cable was to blame. Nope, everything checked out. [Must have gone offline], David reasoned to himself. No need to turn batshit crazy over a busted TV.

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After a few hours, David had decided to close the shop early. Locking everything up, he grabbed his pistol, a candy bar, and a bottle of vitamin water. He bought the pistol a few months ago when he was mugged. He was also next to addicted to the vitamin water. It was delicious and healthy. Stepping out into the cool evening air, he caught a whiff of a horrid stench. He took a huge swig of the water, and then ran in the other direction.

Soon enough, he found the streets deserted. It worried him. As he was walking by the bar, he noticed a bit of activity and a peculiar message on the electric sign out front. Doing as he was told, we walked around back, and spotted two young women already out back. "Hey," He said quietly "Whats going on?"



OOC: Noticed that both of you are supposedly back there, but haven't noticed one another. Edit please

[UKMD Elmo]

Story edit: Looks like a few people want to run over the old guy xD Damen could I ask you to alter your story ending a bit or at least make sure it's not the old guy from the bar you almost killed? I've already agreed that DethPenguin gets to meet 'Old Sam', plus he posted first I'm afraid...

Rp's coming along nicely guys. Just need the rest of the players to get moving now.

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Nathan needed something to do. He had waited for ten minutes so far, and even though this wasn't too long the situation outside and just watching a friend and patron get his throat torn out had made him a little jittery. His gaze had settled on the beer kegs and he started laughing as an idea formed.

Twenty minutes later he had fished out some stored glasses he kept down there and poured some of the best beer he had, placing them side by side in the mini fridge. At least the people who turned up would have something nice to greet them when they first get here. Who knows what they might have been through by that point...

He heard a sudden thumping coming from the steel door leading upstairs, followed by some barely audible incoherent moaning. It didn't sound like a real human being he thought, then he remembered the infected that was in his bar. He didn't have the heart to kill him back then, but he couldn't just leave one of them running about in case it killed again. Gripping his shotgun and gritting his teeth, he cautiously approached the door. He was desperately trying to remind himself that he had never killed anyone in his life, although he had come close plenty of times. This was going to bring back some unpleasant memories...

[SickDaza]

Julie opened her eyes slowly and looked over to her bedside table. Her digital clock was flashing 10:21. Well she wasn't really planning on going to work today what with this disease taking the city to the gutter, more than it already was. She thought it was all a pile of shit but if it was going to get her a day off work, then she was all for supporting this disease.

She rose from her king size bed, which her six figure salary had bought her. It was expensive, it was the best, but that was her in a nutshell, she needed the best. And the men she brought around didn't seem to mind the bed, or the company. She giggled at the thought. She moved to the bathroom and slowly turned on the hot water for the tub. She went into her spacey dining room and picked up the most recent issue of vogue, returned to the bathroom, removed her dressing gown and slowly sunk into the tub.

Relaxation was immediate, what with the warm water and reading the magazine. After finished the magazine she flicked on the television that she had gotten fixed to the bathroom wall. GNN was offline? That almost never happened. But I'm sure it's people just overreacting, as always. With that she turned off the TV and raised from the water and put her dressing gown on.

Removing her dressing gown she slipped into a sexy dress that she knew would catch the guys attention. Even with this rabies shit she figured that there would still be men out there for her.

Not knowing what to do with herself she decided to go for a drive in her brand new Mercedes Kompressor. Only 8 days old. It was perfect for her. She didn't need any excuse to go out driving, accelerating so smoothly, it was a fantastic car. It was defiantly worth the money she paid for it. Putting on some stilettos she opened the front door and just as she was going to lock the door, she had a feeling like she was leaving something behind. Without known reason she went and grabbed her Glock 20 and all 17 rounds from the bottom draw of her bedside table. She didn't know why but subconsciously she felt she needed it.

She preceded to lock the door and took the lift down from her 8th floor penthouse apartment and wandered out of her building. It hit her instantly, the quietness of the city. Not cabs, trucks, cars. No traffic at all. But most noticeably was that there were no sirens. And in this city. It brought up a sick feeling in her stomach, but she pushed it down, ignoring it. At least global warming will be getting a break she thought to herself. She walked briskly to her car and climbed in and started the car. Oh how she loved the feeling of the engine rumbling. She put it in reverse and pulled out onto the street.

Driving around the streets she searched for a radio station that was broadcasting. Nothing. First the news and now the radio. Still she couldn't believe that her city was going to the gutter. Her perfect life, it couldn't be ending...could it. Roaming around the city she pulled down a street that she hadn't been down before. Up ahead she saw a neon light illuminating the dull street. Slowing to a crawl she read the message.

She understood now this wasn't going to be any ordinary day. Something bad was actually happening. She parked her car on the verge and got out her car and closed the door. She looked at her reflection in the darkly tinted windows and she knew that she looked as fabulous as ever. Turning she walked slowly to the back door, halting as she spot a young women of about twenty at the back door already. Giving her a quick look she seemed fine, apart from the giant rifle on her back.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Julie said with a certain degree of panic rising in her stomach.

(Fuck my bad I just realized I wrote a damn novel. Hope it's still ok)

[Chr0n1c]

If anyone wishes to incorporate a part in their story that as they are nearing the bar, they see a single infected running at them from a distance, but are taken down by an unknown rooftop shooter, that would fit well into my story ;)

It would be a small tweak on my end. PM me if you wish to incorporate it.

[GamerKing]

Oh Fuck! I forgot about this, but don't worry! I'll post soon.

[SickDaza]

Oh Fuck! I forgot about this, but don't worry! I'll post soon.

Haha sounds like you have a memory like me.

This thing took me like an hour to write :S Pretty damn time consuming.

[HimuraKenshee]

seems like ppl forgot about the roadblocks =\

[Zorgy]

I'll post tommorow morning. I got shit I gotta do tonight sorry

[SlainPwner666]

Edited.
Chronic and Sickdaza, take notice of the "OOC" part of my edit

[UKMD Elmo]

Clutching his shotgun in one hand, Nathan quietly unlocked the bolts on the door leading into the bar area. He knew the infected had heard him because the mumbling and banging had stopped. Nathan could just about hear somthing breathing on the other side of the door, and the thought of that thing standing there ready to leap on him was not a pleasant one.

In one movement he flung the door wide and stepped back, leveling the shotgun at the doorway. Sure enough the infected man was there, blood now covering its mouth and seeping from his eyes, both of which were wide open and staring down at him in silent rage. He lunged forward snarling and reaching for Nathan, but he was ready. In a single shot he hit the man square in the chest with a single point blank shot, spraying blood over the walls beside him and sending the man staggering back towards the entrance again. Before he hit the ground Nathan shot him again in the head, shearing off half his skull above the nose.

Nathan stood there speechless, staring at the amount of blood and other 'things' that now covered the floor and walls. He knew death was messy but never imagined it would be this messy. Then he had to remind himself he had just blown apart a man at point blank range with a shotgun. Twice.

Pulling out his bar cloth he cleaned off the specks of blood that had sprayed across his face, but other than that he was nearly untouched by the gore. Nathan closed the door on the scene, remembering to lock and bolt it again before going back into the basement again. He loaded two more shells into the shotgun and noticed that his hands weren't shaking anymore. Violence was coming back to him all too easily and he didn't like it one bit.

[Chr0n1c]

Ok, i think i get it now. the order in which things are posted serve as 'real time', and are encouraged to make multiple posts to contrive our character's story. Had I known that, I would have handled things a little differently.

[vwgreen77]

seems like ppl forgot about the roadblocks =\
Seems like it. How can 3 ppl drive to the same place but only 1 get stopped (chron1c payed attention) by the barricades? ... a lot of good stories though (minus the attempts at humor)

[Damen]

Just after the old man crossing the street almost got hit by the speeding car, that had now come to a stop (Pay attention Deth, I am saying your car is stopped) Lance heard on loud bang shortly followed by another.

Lance didn't have very much knowledge of guns but his best guess would that it was one that made that noise.

Diverting his attention away from the little street incident that had happened Lance went toward the direction where he thought the possible shots had come from. Just then he looked up at the electronic sign and read the scrolling message.

"I wonder how long this has been up there." Lance asks himself pulling out his gun just in-case those noises had been gunshots.

Nearing the back alley Lance heard both male and female voices.

From around the corner Lance shouted "Hey, whos there? What were those loud noises?!"

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OOC: I am implying that the two girls and David had already met. Just trying to make the best out of this sticky situation of us all meeting up back there somehow.

Slain or the other two can control how my character comes around the corner and their conversation.

[UKMD Elmo]

I was going to play it that you leave your character outside the back of the bar, with nobody else there. When I do my update I'll say 'Nathan let them in one by one'. No need to edit things as they stand though.

[SickDaza]

I was going to play it that you leave your character outside the back of the bar, with nobody else there. When I do my update I'll say 'Nathan let them in one by one'. No need to edit things as they stand though.

So you don't want us to meet and introduce ourselves to each other?

[UKMD Elmo]

Whatever you like. it'd just be a bit odd that you're all congregating outside and I'm not letting any of you in...

[darkmessiah]

People would think that I'd get out more. I look like a golfing kinda guy, I dress like a golfing kinda guy, but what the fuck.

Seinfeld, George lost his glasses, and Elaine got rabies! Love TBS.

I need out. I haven't left for quite a few weeks, and Schwan's hasn't come around recently.

Notification from a friend that Jeremy died a few hours ago, from blunt force trauma. I'm arming up.

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As John started to put his shotgun back together again, with the help from the instructions he wrote in his notebook twenty years ago, he remorsefully thought about the death of his mother and father.

"Don't fuck with that Johnny boy, or I'll give you the smack of your life." Mr. Beedle yelled across the room in a 1960's-era dilapidated house in the middle of Queens. "You'll be fucking blowing your brains out before I could say you're a fuck up. Stay away you little shit... Goddamnit..."

"Why'd you run away from the war, Johnny? Why did you leave the country? Why did you leave us? Your father died because of you, don't you know... and I sure as hell don't know why I didn't take up his offer on paying for that ab-

"Fuck this."

He had finished the shotgun, and he was moving over for the few supplies he needed. Nothing absolutely serious was going on, just routine quarantines and shit, 'Nam was worse. John, with a bottle of water and a fully loaded weapon, exited the building to the piercing white light of the inner courtyard of his apartment complex. He briskly went down the winding stairs to the floor and set out for his car.

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You see those fucking cars that always have the cute bumper stickers, the Jesus fish, and the "I'm a proud parent of an Honor Student" or some shit like that... Annoys me.

Should have brought another water.

Need to find a place to drink.

Why the fuck am I driving around again? Waste of gas.

[DethPenguin]

Should have brought another water.

Need to find a place to drink.

Why the fuck am I driving around again? Waste of gas.

http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/2869/rorschach1.gif

Hurm.

[darkmessiah]

http://thesamerowdycrowd.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/rorschach.jpg

Hmph.

Okay, to make this post relevant, I'll be getting to the bar soon.

[GamerKing]

Day 1:

<Unconscious>

Day 2:

<Unconscious>

Day 3:

<Unconscious>

Day 4:

<Unconscious>

Day 5:

<Unconscious>

Day 6, Today:

Jason opened one bleary eye at a time, hoping it would help ease the pain. Fire burst through his open eyelids and enveloped the pale-pink mush that was his brain. He slammed them shut again and grasped his hair, pulling at the strands. Groaning, he slid sideways across the wall, peeling paint and the like off the wall with his t-shirt. The tiled floor was cool on his cheek, sending goose bumps down his arms and legs.

After a few minutes of lying in this fetal position Jason realized something, he had to go to the toilet. With a bomb diffusers caution, he cracked an eyelid open. The burning fire filled his vision and instantly forced it shut. He was going to have to make the walk with his other four senses. Feeling for the wall, he hauled himself up to his feet. He let out a sigh, so far so good. He took a step. The world went sideways. Jason smashed straight into his mother’s coffee table, sending broken pieces of china and crystal flying into the air.

“I’m never drinking again!” Exclaimed Jason as his eyes were forced open and the familiar head ache worming its way in. With shaking fingers, he pulled a sharp piece of glass out of his hand and rolled of the table. There was another crack. Moaning, Jason pulled the ceramic mug out from under his back and hurled it away. He wiped his watering eyes and pulled himself up onto the couch, holding back the urge to vomit. Lying on his back, he watched the late morning sunlight glint off the roof.

At which point the sound of breaking glass echoed through the air…

[Element118]

When the door to the on-call room slammed open, Brad nearly fell off of the chair he had been sleeping in.
“Dr. Daniels,” a nurse said. “Sorry to wake you, but there’s a call for you at the nurses desk.”
Brad groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. The last week had been chaos at St. Paul’s Hospital, with cases coming in one right after another nearly non-stop. Brad hadn’t left the hospital for the past three days, and could count how many hours of sleep he’d had total on one hand.
“Alright, Sheryl. I’ll be there in a minute, thanks,” he said, standing up to stretch. As the nurse left the room, he looked at his watch. It was 8am. He let out a sigh realizing he had only just fallen asleep about 45 minutes ago. Grabbing his stethoscope from the coat rack next to the door, he left the on-call room.
The halls of the hospital were eerily quiet. Not many patients were being brought to the hospital anymore since the DT4 virus was deemed contagious. All of the cases that came in now were the car accidents and other injuries that usually accompany mass panic in a city as large as this. Much of the staff had been sent home as well, while others simply stopped showing up to work. So the hospital was now down to a skeleton crew of a few doctors, nurses, techs, and hospital administrators.
The nurses’ desk was on the East side of the building, on floor down. Brad opened the door to the stairwell, rubbing the back of his neck, still not entirely awake. He went down to the first floor and opened the door that would lead him right down the hall from the front desk. As he looked up, he noticed Sheryl holding the phone to her ear.
“He just got here, one sec,” she said, then held the phone out to Brad. He took it and cleared his throat before he put it to his ear.
“This is Dr. Daniels,” he said, trying not to sound tired.
“Hello Dr. Daniels. My name is Wes Bensfield, I’m with the fire department on 87th and Green.”He sounded just as tired as Brad felt.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Bensfield?” Brad asked, leaning up against the counter and rubbing his tired eyes.
“Well, we’re running short on EMS personnel and I’ve heard that it’s pretty dead over there at the hospital,” he began. “I was hoping you had some people you could spare to ride with the ambulances?”
At first, Brad became slightly irritated. Does he think we can just spare doctors? But then he realized that in the last 24 hours, he’d seen only one patient. There were a total of 5 doctors on staff, and nearly 14 nurses. With the number of cases that had been brought in over the last three days, the hospital could probably spare some people. Brad felt he wasn’t doing much here, and despite being exhausted, he decided he could use some time out of the hospital.
“Hey, uh, yeah. I’ll ride with a unit,” he replied. There was a pause on the other end.
“You? Didn’t expect any doctors to volunteer,” Wes replied. “Anyone else?”
“I can ask around, but don’t get your hopes up.”
“Alright, Doc. Thanks. I’ll send a unit to the ER unloading bay. They should be there in 20.”
“Sounds good,” said Brad, then he handed the phone back to Sheryl. Sheryl hung up the phone and asked Brad what the fire department wanted.
“Looks like they need someone to ride around with an ambulance,” he said. Sheryl furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Why are you going?” she asked, obviously having expected a doctor to feel that he was above such duties.
“I need to get out of this hospital,” Brad replied. “Been here for three days.”
“Why not just go home?”
“And watch the city fall apart on the news? No thanks. A ride in the city will do me better.”
Sheryl stared at him for a moment, then just shrugged. She went back to filling out some paper work and Brad headed to the ER loading bay.
As he walked the halls of the hospital, he couldn’t help but to think about the past few days and the outbreak of the DT4 virus. He had seen some of the earlier cases, before they began sending infected patients exclusively to Mercy Hospital since it was the only hospital in the city with a quarantine department. The symptoms just didn’t make sense. The virus acted like the rabies virus in that it was transmitted via bodily fluids and affects the brain in such a way as to induce aggression and violent behavior. The virus effectively boiled the brain, causing the host to be unable to determine friend from foe and to attack anything nearby. However, no such virus had ever been seen before. It only took days for the number of infected to grow to epidemic proportions.
It was 9:45am when the ambulance finally pulled into the ER loading bay, nearly an hour longer than Brad was led to believe. He was a little angry since he could’ve caught some sleep if he had known with would take this long. The driver got out and shook his hand.
“Hey, name’s Ted,” he said. “You Dr. Daniels?” Brad nodded.
“Just you in there?” Brad asked.
“Yeah, we’re stretched out pretty thin,” Ted explained. “Lot of our guys left town, and more have been shipped off to Mercy after catching that virus.” Brad nodded. It was a dangerous situation for health care providers since paramedics and doctors came in close contact with those that were infected. Many people on staff at St. Paul’s had been sent to Mercy as well.
“Alright, well let’s get going,” said Brad, starting towards the ambulance.
“Sure thing, Doc,” Ted replied. They both got into the vehicle and headed towards the center of the city.
They drove around for a good forty-five minutes before speaking again.
“So has there been a lot of calls?” Brad asked. Ted chuckled.
“Not really, on account that dispatch has taken a hit as well,” he said. “There’s probably only a handful of operators at the switchboards. I bet if you tried to call 911 right now, you’d get nothing.”
“Shit,” breathed Brad. The city has just gone to hell…
“You said it,” Ted continued. “The calls we get are usually reports of people infected with the DT4. We’re supposed to hand relay those calls to CDC so that they can send someone to take them back to Mercy.”
“So what are we even doing out here then?” Brad asked.
“Well, we were told to basically drive around until we get a call or see something we can help out with. There’s been plenty of crashes that have needed an ambulance. But to be honest, I feel it’s kind of pointless. There’s road blocks everywhere, so our options for patrol are limited.”
“Speak of the devil,” said Brad as he noticed that they were approaching a road block. Concrete half-walls were positioned to block off the intersection they were approaching.
“Shit. We’re gunna have to turn around,” Ted cursed, putting the vehicle in reverse and looking into his side mirror to begin backing up. Brad heard the man gasp.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. But he got his answer a second later when they were slammed into from behind and pushed into the concrete road block. Brad felt his head slam violently backwards, then forwards when they hit the concrete. The ambulance crumpled, and Brad was thrown out of his door as it popped open from the strain. He landed hard on the street, gashing his forehead and spraining his wrist.
It took several moments for Brad to focus his vision. He tried to lift himself up with his sprained wrist, but hissed in pain and fell back to the ground. Several attempts later, he was on his feet again, looking at the wreckage of metal and glass that stood 10 feet away. A semi had apparently hit them from behind, and the ambulance he had just been in was sandwiched between the truck and roadblock. Brad could already tell that the driver of the truck was dead. A body rested crumpled on the hood of the semi, halfway through the broken windshield.
He ran up to the ambulance to check on Ted.
“Ted! Ted, answer me!” he cried as he ran around to the driver’s side door. Ted’s door hung awkwardly, and before Brad even got to the window, he could see Ted’s broken and bloodied arm hanging from inside. Brad knew dead was already dead when he saw the unrecognizable body in the driver’s seat and didn’t even check for a pulse.
Fuck!
Brad could feel the blood start flowing down over his face from the gash on his forehead. He realized he needed to call for help, and reached over Ted’s body to grab the radio.
“Hello?!” he said into the receiver. “Hey! I need some help! There’s been a collision at Quincy and Denver. Two casualties.” Nothing but static responded. He tried a couple more times, but gave up after that. Blood was starting to seep into his eyes. Going back to his side of the ambulance, he began searching for some gauze and tape. He found a medical kit in between the seats, and grabbed what he needed.
After he had dressed his wound using the side mirror of the ambulance, he looked around, trying to determine what to do next. It would take him too long to try and get back to the hospital on foot. Just then he realized where that he was only a few blocks away from the police department. There would probably be a working radio there.
He gathered up as much as he could into the medical kit, then took it with him as he began back the way they had come. The city was quiet, and he didn’t see any cars or people. Brad started to feel light headed as the adrenaline from the crash wore off, and he hoped it wasn’t due to blood loss. After two or three blocks, he came to an intersection that was blocked by another road block. There were abandoned cars here, but still not a single living soul to be found. The lightheadedness increased for a split second, and Brad had to lean against a car to keep from passing out.
Just then, he heard gunshots. It sounded like it was close, maybe a block to the East and around the corner of the next intersection. Brad knew he should stay away, but he couldn’t help but to hope that it was the police. So he decided to head in that direction.

[Element118]

OOC: Sorry for the long post, but had to cram everything since there's only a couple days left before the next part is posted. I left off with my doctor right around the corner from the bar. I wanted to wait and see how the situation with the car and the old man played out (since ELMO said people wanted him to get hit) before I wrote about my guy meeting everyone else.

Also excuse any grammatical errors....it's late here and I didn't have a chance to look it over before posting.

[GamerKing]

OOC: Sorry for the long post, but had to cram everything since there's only a couple days left before the next part is posted. I left off with my doctor right around the corner from the bar. I wanted to wait and see how the situation with the car and the old man played out (since ELMO said people wanted him to get hit) before I wrote about my guy meeting everyone else.

I still hate you for making me look bad. :D

[UKMD Elmo]

Okay, just waiting on Zorgy! Right, all your characters are on track but feel free to post anything else if you think they need rounding off or I'll do it when the next update is on. Should post on Monday or Tuesday evening GMT.

[Zorgy]

Sorry for taking so long. (God bless copy and paste)

Day 1
Time:6:02am
George woke up in a cold sweat, the usual nightmares had haunted his sleep.
He sighed and thought to himself-"Another goddamn day waiting to die in this shithole."
He reached out in to the semi dark room, groping for his walking stick without it he was practically unable to walk.
Eventually he found it and hauled himself out of his bed. He limped through to the living room of his shitty little surburban home.
He brought the house one and half years ago after being forced into retirement from the force.
George downed the rest of his drink and got dressed. He figured he would head down to the newsagent and get the papers, God knows he had little else to do. He opened his door and frowned, a car had crashed into his fence and was now wrapped around a lamp post. He shook his head "Fucking teenagers." He continued on to the shop. He would fix the fence later. Oddly the street was empty, normally there would be one or two cars around even a few people. George reached the shop and found the door ripped in half. "Oh shit." he said to himself as he limped quickly into the dark shop.
He found the owner Mr Jay brutally murdered behind the counter. "What the fuck happened?" He lent in to inspect the corpse, by the looks of things he had been ripped to pieces by a wild dog. A nasty way to go. He grabbed his phone and called 911. The line was busy. With a rising sense of panic in his heart he called Jack the head of police and a old friend.
No answer. Fuck. Whatever the hell had happened it was bad. He found a old antique revolver behind the counter "God I hope I don't need this." he thought to himself as he stuffed the revolver and some ammo into his pocket.

As he turned to walk out something crashed through the front door screeching. The woman stumbled into a shelf and fell over. Seconds later Jack had her pinned down and had his gun at her head. "Who the hell are you?" he asked while pressing the gun into her scalp.
"Raaargh" said the woman.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
The woman started to violently throw up blood on to the floor. George took a closer look at her. Her skin was a pale grey and her eyes were sunken and dead.
Whatever the hell she was Jack didn't have the time to deal with this. He blew her brains out (he could always chalk it up to "self defence" later) and left.
A few blocks down he found more abandonded cars and he "borrowed" one.
George sat in the car and thought about where to go. He figured he would drive down to the police station and find out what the fuck was going on. Halfway there he found his way blocked by a roadblock. Shit.
He reversed and went down another road a large neon sign flashing over a bar. 'Anyone out there. I'm planning to get out of this city. Anyone else with me meet up in the bar's basement. Get here by the back'.
He briefly considered continuing to the police station but it was likely he would encounter more roadblocks besides, he was nearly out of gas.
He dragged himself out the car and turned to get his walking stick when he saw a crouching figure on a nearby rooftop. It looked like a young woman but he couldn't be sure. He didn't want to tke any chances so he drew his revolver and took aim...

[SlainPwner666]

Facepalm. No manufacturing plant here zorgy!

[DethPenguin]

Sorry for taking so long. (God bless copy and paste)

Day 1
Time:6:02am
George woke up in a cold sweat, the usual nightmares had haunted his sleep.
He sighed and thought to himself-"Another goddamn day waiting to die in this shithole."
He reached out in to the semi dark room, groping for his walking stick without it he was practically unable to walk.
Eventually he found it and hauled himself out of his bed. He limped through to the living room of his shitty little surburban home.
He brought the house one and half years ago after being forced into retirement from the force by that son of a bitch Dan.
He thought back to that day like he did every day. He had been drinking heavily and a young wanna be detective had found him passed out in his
office. When he was eventually brought around he knew he was fucked, the police commander Jack had told him time and time again to quit drinking or he would have to go. If it had been any other cop he would have been kicked out already but George was a legend, he had served for twenty years and had solved countless murders.
George poured himself a scotch and his mind drifted to Dan Smith the little jumped up dickweed who had cost him his entire life.
Dan was one of those by the book, goodie goodie cops and George knew he would report his drinking to Jack imediately. The next day George "retired" and that rat bastard Dan got promoted to detective.
George downed the rest of his drink and got dressed. He figured he would head down to the newsagent and get the papers, God knows he had little else to do. He opened his door and frowned, a car had crashed into his fence and was now wrapped around a lamp post. He shook his head "Fucking teenagers." He continued on to the shop. He would fix the fence later. Oddly the street was empty normally there would be one or two cars around even a few people. George reached the shop and found the door ripped in half. "Oh shit." he said to himself as he limped quickly into the dark shop.
He found the owner mr J brutally murdered behind the counter. "What the fuck happened?" He lent in to inspect the corpse, by the looks of things he had been ripped to pieces by a wild dog. A nasty way to go. He grabbed his phone and called 911. The line was busy. With a rising sense of panic in his heart he called Jack.
No answer. Fuck. Whatever the hell had happened it was bad. He found the radio behind the counter and a old antique revolver. "God I hope I don't need this." he thought to himself as he stuffed the revolver and some ammo into his pocket. He flicked the radio on. Static. He kept trying and eventually found a public broadcast:
"Attention all listening. I don't know what's happening, but something bad is going down. Any survivors with weapons or supplies, meet me at the manufacturing plant downtown. Bring any supplies you can. I'll meet you there."
George figured he would go to the maunfactoring plant and do the only thing he knew how to: protect the people.
As he turned to walk out something crashed through the front door screeching. The woman stumbled into a shelf and fell over. Seconds later Jack had her pinned down and had his gun at her head. "Who the hell are you?" he asked while pressing the gun into her scalp.
"Raaargh" said the woman.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
The woman started to violently throw up blood on to the floor. George took a closer look at her. Her skin was a pale grey and her eyes were sunken and dead.
Whatever the hell she was Jack didn't have the time to deal with this. He blew her brains out (he could always chalk it up to "self defence" later) and left.
A few blocks down he found more abandonded cars and he "borrowed" one.
George sat in the car and thought about where to go. He could go to the police station but what he really wanted was a drink. He turned on the engine and drove towards his favourite bar.

Hurrah for copypasta.

[Damen]

Please, if you join an RP make up original stuff. Not copy paste from an old one you've done. The whole post is basically irrelevant and at the last sentence you added that you want a drink you will go to the bar.

Cheap.

[GamerKing]

Well, now thats out of the way we just have to wait for Elmo. *smile*

[DethPenguin]

Phil stopped only a few inches away from the old man, who looked scared shitless at this point. Before Phil could say anything, the old man ran off the street with surprising speed. To his left, Phil could hear someone yell, "Hey! You all right?!" But as he turns towards the voice, whoever said ran off. Phil scratched the back of his head and opened his mouth, but he couldn't force himself to say anything. He looked at the bar sign and saw something peculiar. The board was lit up not with the usual advertises of alcohol but with, "Anyone out there. I'm planning to get out of this city. Anyone else with me meet up in the bar's basement. Get here by the back."

He stared at the sign blankly, thinking whether or not to keep driving or go see what was in that bar's basement. Just then he heard two loud shots ring out, and Phil ducked down in his seat in instict. "Urm-ahem. Yeah, I guess that settles it." He got of his car, still crouching down. Phil grabbed a first aid kit that was lost under the driver's seat. He went to the back and got his briefcase. Looking in, he saw he still had lunch he had planned on eating a few days earlier, along with his Mp3 player. Phil walked, still in a crouching position, to the trunk and opened it. Inside there was a golf bag with several golf clubs in it. Phil took the biggest club in the bag. With a first aid kit and briefcase in one hand, and a golf club in the other, Phil walked towards the alley where he could supposedly find the entrance to the bar's basement.

Just as he was about to round a corner in the alley, Phil heard a group of people talking. He stopped, pressed his back against the wall, and peeked around the corner.

[GamerKing]

Hmm, everyones at this bar. But where the hell am I! Elmo, I need some way to fit into the story!

[Zorgy]

Sorry everyone, that was major retardedness, I was lazy andI'll fix it now

[Chr0n1c]

so, is everyone at/near the bar? what happens now?

[SlainPwner666]

We wait for Elmo to LET UYS THE FAWK EN

[Element118]

OOC: Guess I could move my Doctor from around the corner to the bar.

Brad came around the corner and saw the first person he'd seen in the last three days other than Ted and those at the hospital. A car was stopped in front of a bar and a man was rummaging through the trunk. The man pulled out a golf club and two briefcases and closed his trunk. He then approached the back of the bar in a crouched position. The man didn’t have a gun, so Brad assumed he wasn’t the one who fired the shots that he had heard moments before.
But the way the man was cautiously approaching the bar, Brad was starting to think that heading in the direction of those gunshots was a bad idea. He noticed that one of the “briefcases” that the man was carrying was a medical kit.
Maybe someone was injured, he thought.
He decided to follow the man into the alley, crouching and staying alert while carrying his own medical kit. As he reached the alleyway entrance, he noticed the man he had just seen pressed up against the wall at a corner that led to the back of the bar.
“Hey,” he whispered, assuming that the man was trying to avoid being detected by whatever he saw around that corner.

[Garfsan]

I'll have a read through and wish you luck!

[UKMD Elmo]

I'll be posting the first major update sometime tomorrow gents.

Hmm, everyones at this bar. But where the hell am I! Elmo, I need some way to fit into the story!

You're in your apartment with the sound of breaking glass coming from somewhere. You've got a whole 24 hours to post the story of how you get to the bar matey... Or I might have somthing unfortunate happen to your character ; )

By the way guys, what happens in the posts doesn't strictly have to be chronological in order, unless the previous events clearly follow on from one another. Don't feel pigeonholed by someone elses post so you have to do this and that by this specific time, etc etc. As long as there aint no inconsistencies, let your creative writing talents go wild!

EDIT: I think from now on if I have to take over a character or finish off their story etc etc, is when bad things might start to happen to them, as well as when I jump in and narate parts of it. This is going to be a survival RP people, play it sensible ;)

[GamerKing]

You're in your apartment with the sound of breaking glass coming from somewhere. You've got a whole 24 hours to post the story of how you get to the bar matey... Or I might have somthing unfortunate happen to your character ; )



Fuck me! I better get my guy running.

[Nuttz]

Totally OT, but I just realised GK sigged himself. That's just low :P

[GamerKing]

I just love myself, it can't be helped.

But I may not be able to post the portion of my story where he goes to the pub, so if I don't, assume I'm on my stumbling way.

[SickDaza]

So Elmo how long until the update??

[UKMD Elmo]

Chapter 1: 'Making Friends'

Nathan had just finished reloading his shotgun when he heard a noise coming from outside in the back alley. The sound was muffled and distant due to the thickness of the door, but it sounded like talking.

'If that thing upstairs is anything to go off I'd say they don't hold conversation as a priority' he said to himself as he walked over to the door. Holding his shotgun casualy in one hand he unlocked the door, swinging it open slowly in case he was wrong about what was on the other side.

Outside there was a small group of men, all looking quite eager to get inside. After a few pleasantries and sharing of names there were a few more straglers who came hurrying down the alley from the front street. Within a minute there were eight people gathered inside the basement and Nathan took careful stock of them as he locked up the door behind them. 'It never rains but it pores' he thought to himself, finding it strange how all these people arrived at the same time but now the alley outside seemed totaly silent.

There was an older man that Nathan recognised back from his bouncer days, with something in him telling him that this guy was a cop or at least an ex cop now. His name and when he met him was lost to him though. Standing next to him was a man in his middle ages wearing a button up t-shirt and clutching a 9mm pistol. He looked completely non descript but had a look in his eye suggesting that he shouldn't be underestimated.

Two men were standing next to eachother next to the pool table, both of whom had layed their respective medical kits on it. One of them was clearly a Doctor as he was wearing the stereotypical white coat while the other one was casualy holding a golf club and looking like he didn't know the first thing about how to swing it.

The first one to arrive was standing discretely in the corner and trying not to be noticed. She was a stunning blonde, somewhere in her twenties and looking like she just stepped out of a boardroom. There was a young man standing close by holding a large handgun and trying not to look too obvious while checked her out. They both looked well moneyed and Nathan could only guess what brought the two of them down here. Standing in a corner on his own there was a very fidgety and nervous looking old guy frantically scribling things in a notebook and mumbling things under his breath.

The last one to enter was a young woman with a small bore hunting rifle and backpack slung across her shoulder. She was covered in a chalky substance, the kind of powder he'd seen the landlord of the apartment complex cover his roof with across the road a few weeks back. God knows what she was doing up there...

After locking up he went to the fridge and pulled out the beers, suprised at his own foresight as he had made 9 in total, one for him and every other person down in the basement. Dealing them out and being thankful that nobody refused, he leant back against the wall next to the old ex cop and watched as people started breaking the ice with eachother. The plan for getting the hell out of the city could wait for now. What was needed was for people to learn names and get to know eachother, and for him to see if he could remember the damn name of the guy he was standing next to and why he was starting to make him feel inexplicably uneasy...

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city...

At which point the sound of breaking glass echoed through the air…

Jason sat bolt upright, his senses being jolted into activity by the sudden noise. It sounded like the back kitchen window being smashed in, probably done by one of the neighbourhood kids mis-throwing their baseball.

A man came sprinting into the room, blood and drool covering his mouth and chin and his eyes fixed on Jason. The sudden appearance gave him such a shock he couldn't even find time to scream as the man leapt on him and began pummeling him into the carpet. Jason screamed and bucked under the blows, kicking at the man and somehow amanging to push him off with a single jolt of his legs.

Jason scrambled away as the man untangled himself on the floor and started to crawl towards him again. Just as He reached a heavy glass vase on the windowsil he felt a sharp white hot burning in his right calf. Grabbing the vase he turned his head to see the man with his teeth sunk firmly into his lower leg, his eyes staring wildly back at Jason. Just as it appeared he was going to take another bite Jason swung around with the glass object as hard as he could, smashing it into the head of the assailant. The man collapsed backwards and stayed very still, the vase now having smashed into dozens of peices, many being inbedded in the man's skull.

Jason gritted his teeth and tried to get up but the burning in his leg was too much... He slumped back down, unsure what to do next...

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Okay! I'll be throwing out the next chapter most likely on Thursday, so the next few days are for you all to post up starting from entering the bar and conversing with the other survivors. Feel free to write from your own perspective the events I just wrote out and PM other players if needed so you can team up, make friends and generly converse. That is all that needs doing by next update: Show your own POV and get talking to eachother :D

Also, as you can probably see a lot of players left things unfinished, unexplained and half done last chapter. Please try and complete whatever you want written by each update or as demonstrated there might be some slight drawbacks...

As for Jason, you just been bit I'm afraid. I'll leave it up to you how you deal with this situation. Until you meet up with the rest of the gang I'll give you a personal update each time to challenge you. Remember, post in time! xD

Okay! Have fun...

[SlainPwner666]

P.S. I'm gonna wait until a few people post first, but just as a heads up, David is the strong silent type. You can TRY talking to him, but he has a lot on his mind.

[Element118]

Brad was surprised to find that a group of people had gathered at the back of the bar. They were conversing in agitated tones, and were looking around as if waiting for something.
“What’s going on?” he asked them. They all turned to look at them, some of them grimacing at his head wound dressing that was now soaked in blood.
“Uh…” a blonde woman stammered. “we’re waiting to be let in.”
“To the bar?” Brad asked. “What’s in the bar?”
“Dunno,” she replied. “The sign just said to come around back if we wanted to get out of the city.” Brad hadn’t noticed the sign, and was about to ask why they wanted to get out of the city, but just then the back door to the bar was opened rather quickly and everyone flinched as a man holding a shotgun at them appeared. He took a moment to inspect each person in turn, then he lowered the gun.
“Get in, hurry,” he grunted, and everyone began entering the bar. Brad hesitated for a moment, still not understanding what was going on, but the urgency that he heard in the man’s voice made him think that he’d better follow.
As he went through the door, he found himself in the basement of the bar. It was well lit with an old looking pool table on one side, some weights, and kegs on the other side. He walked over to the pool table and placed his kit on it. The man who had let them in came over and handed him a beer. He took it without a word, but then quickly placed it onto the table in front of him. His head still hurt and he was still slightly lightheaded, so he figured alcohol was probably not the best thing for him right now. Brad could feel the bandage on his forehead begin to droop, and as he reached up to adjust hit, he realized that it was soaked through. Realizing he needed to clean and dress the wound with fresh bandages, he lifted his kit and walked over to the man who had let them into the bar.
The man was rather intimidating, especially with a shotgun in hand. He wore a grey t-shirt with a white vest over it, and Brad notices a small splotch of blood on the vest. There were so many questions Brad wanted to ask, but the first one he did ask was: “Is there a washroom I can use to clean myself up?”

OOC: Hope you don’t mind that I made your character reply to mine, SickDaza. If anyone wants to converse with my character, feel free to either PM me with what you want to say and I’ll write responses for you, or you can just make responses yourself and send them to me to make sure my character would react that way. I’m not too worried about it, just want to make sure my doctor’s personality is kept intact=) But that’s only for big conversations or reactions, anything small like what I did with SickDaza, then don’t worry about it.

[SickDaza]

Brad was surprised to find that a group of people had gathered at the back of the bar. They were conversing in agitated tones, and were looking around as if waiting for something.
“What’s going on?” he asked them. They all turned to look at them, some of them grimacing at his head wound dressing that was now soaked in blood.
“Uh…” a blonde woman stammered. “we’re waiting to be let in.”
“To the bar?” Brad asked. “What’s in the bar?”
“Dunno,” she replied. “The sign just said to come around back if we wanted to get out of the city.” Brad hadn’t noticed the sign, and was about to ask why they wanted to get out of the city, but just then the back door to the bar was opened rather quickly and everyone flinched as a man holding a shotgun at them appeared. He took a moment to inspect each person in turn, then he lowered the gun.
“Get in, hurry,” he grunted, and everyone began entering the bar. Brad hesitated for a moment, still not understanding what was going on, but the urgency that he heard in the man’s voice made him think that he’d better follow.
As he went through the door, he found himself in the basement of the bar. It was well lit with an old looking pool table on one side, some weights, and kegs on the other side. He walked over to the pool table and placed his kit on it. The man who had let them in came over and handed him a beer. He took it without a word, but then quickly placed it onto the table in front of him. His head still hurt and he was still slightly lightheaded, so he figured alcohol was probably not the best thing for him right now. Brad could feel the bandage on his forehead begin to droop, and as he reached up to adjust hit, he realized that it was soaked through. Realizing he needed to clean and dress the wound with fresh bandages, he lifted his kit and walked over to the man who had let them into the bar.
The man was rather intimidating, especially with a shotgun in hand. He wore a grey t-shirt with a white vest over it, and Brad notices a small splotch of blood on the vest. There were so many questions Brad wanted to ask, but the first one he did ask was: “Is there a washroom I can use to clean myself up?”

OOC: Hope you don’t mind that I made your character reply to mine, SickDaza. If anyone wants to converse with my character, feel free to either PM me with what you want to say and I’ll write responses for you, or you can just make responses yourself and send them to me to make sure my character would react that way. I’m not too worried about it, just want to make sure my doctor’s personality is kept intact=) But that’s only for big conversations or reactions, anything small like what I did with SickDaza, then don’t worry about it.

Nah that's is fine with me.

[darkmessiah]

Fucking red lights. If the world was yellow, then no problems would be had....

Most stores closed. Streets are more or less... empty.

Looking for anywhere.

Bar. Can't really read, forgot those shit glasses... Ken's Bar? Lee's? Can't fucking see.

Doctor Dre is shit.

This is clear. 'Anyon oot there. I planning to get out of city. Anyone els with e up in the bar's bsemnt. Get her by the bck'.

This guy writes worse than a Vietnamese sweatshop worker... or is that my eyes...

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John was in a moderately new Xterra he had gotten from a friend a few years back. As a gas-guzzler, Beedle hated it with a passion, but the speakers sounded pretty nice from the inside. He didn't like bass, he just needed the a good treble to handle a violin or a piercing alternative voice.

Beedle was searching for anything open to get a drink from. As time went on, he got even more desparate, looking through the reliable XXX district, but to no avail. As he passed he heard a lone boom box, playing some shit rap.

"If I wanted to hear your shit stories, I'd go listen to a fucking sob." John left the moneymakers to their heroin and child pornos, and continued his search in a higher class of people.

He scribbled down his most recent memoirs into the notepad, and proceeded to get out, seeing as the billboard was still working, which meant an actually open bar. As he stepped out, he found the sheer emptiness of the recently busy streets he had just seen hours ago.

"Fuckin' eyes..." John Beedle approached the door, wishing to quell the seemingly dire thirst his throat was feeling. As he tried pulling on the steel handle, it did not budge. He stepped back and angrily waved his arms around.

"Motherfucker! Leave a fucking sign on and let it get locked, God damn it, fuck!" As he was getting ready to slump back into his car, he looked back at the sign, and found the sudden clarity astonishing.

"Why the fuck would anyone be leaving... I didn't hear anything about some kind of... what's the word... okay... leaving the city... exposition... no... leaving... fuckin' A. Exodus. How about that." He wrote it down. "Why do I do these things...." He started heading toward the back alley.

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Exodus - A lotta people leaving somewhere.

It's always a bar that is a stronghold, or some kind of place of action. Maybe it's masculinity?

Okay, I'm at the back, and I gotta....

[GamerKing]

Jason ripped open his pants leg, warm liquid splashing down into his shoe. With gritted teeth, he inspected the wound and let out a sigh of relief. The mans teeth had bitten down hard, hard enough to rip flesh from bone. Luckily, the teeth hadn't even come close to his skin. He pulled the dripping Red Bull can out from his sock, the bite marks in clear evidence. As he inspected further he discovered the source of the pain, a sharp piece of metal jutting from the can.

Shaking his head, he hurled the can away and got to his feet. Blood was already forming a horridly red pool and he had no desire to be there when the police found the body. Picking up his jacket and sunglasses, he headed out the door to go to his favourite pub. Leaving the mess for someone else to find...

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I avoided the infection and am on my way to the pub, damn I'm awesome.:D

[darkmessiah]

OOC: Saliva -----> skin pores ------> blood stream yay!

[UKMD Elmo]

Jason ripped open his pants leg, warm liquid splashing down into his shoe. With gritted teeth, he inspected the wound and let out a sigh of relief. The mans teeth had bitten down hard, hard enough to rip flesh from bone. Luckily, the teeth hadn't even come close to his skin. He pulled the dripping Red Bull can out from his sock, the bite marks in clear evidence. As he inspected further he discovered the source of the pain, a sharp piece of metal jutting from the can.

Shaking his head, he hurled the can away and got to his feet. Blood was already forming a horridly red pool and he had no desire to be there when the police found the body. Picking up his jacket and sunglasses, he headed out the door to go to his favourite pub. Leaving the mess for someone else to find...

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I avoided the infection and am on my way to the pub, damn I'm awesome.:D

I'm sorry Gamerking but you were bitten, no way around it. Could you please edit your post accordingly? Remember, no invincible characters.

[GamerKing]

I'm sorry Gamerking but you were bitten, no way around it. Could you please edit your post accordingly? Remember, no invincible characters.

Aww, but I don't wanna be a zombie. Unless the infection isn't spread by bites?

OOC: Saliva -----> skin pores ------> blood stream yay!

Red Bull negates every virus known to man. Which is why I guess I can't use it *sigh*

[SlainPwner666]

After what seemed like an eternity, the back door to the bar finally slid open. A burly figure waved them through, and led them to the basement. Strangely, he had 9 beers exactly, just sitting there. [As if he knew they were coming all along..........] Oh well, David had no problems with a free beer, and he sure as hell wasn't sharing. He took the moment to look over the others gathered in the confines of the bar's basement.

So far, he immediately noticed a fairly stunning blonde, who seemed to want no more then to be in the spotlight. Not too far away, a richly dressed young man stood, clutching a desert eagle, more then enough firepower to take someone's head off. Meanwhile, on the polar opposite side of things, a somewhat pudgy man stood by a pool table with a doctor you could have pulled out of a special episode of ER.

They both set their first aid kits on the table, and even though David hadn't the slightest idea what was going on, he resigned himself to think they would need them. The pudgy man carried a golf club, while the doctor seemed to have no weapons at all. Meaning that if something happened, and this virus was as bad as people said, then they would need all the firepower they could get their hands on.

A man sat in the corner, contemplating many things. He looked like he had the authority of a cop, yet he was for sure not on the force. [Maybe retired?]

A strange old man sat in the corner, writing things down in a notepad. Like the barman, he also carried a shotgun, but he looked like he was more willing to doodle in is book then fight. Finally, a young woman entered, and began to act just like the rest of the group. However, David noticed at first glance. Some bad shit had just gone down, he could tell by her eyes. David had been through enough grief in his life to spot it even when people tried to hide it. He left himself a silent note to give her a little slack.

Satisfied with the group so far, he walked to one corner of the basement, and sat down to enjoy his beer. It was gonna be a long night.....

[Chr0n1c]

Alex watched a small group of people intently, who apparently had also seen the sign out front, as the bar's rear door swung open. Emerging from within, a burly, strong-looking man, is a little surprised but pleased by the number of people that were gathered outside. A motley crew they were indeed, everyone appeared to come from different walks of life. Alex thought about her father, the look in his eye when he walked through the front door. There were so many words left unsaid between them in the frantic moments that happened too quickly. Such a strong man, so much blood.

"Why, father? Why did you make me do that?"

Feeling evermore resentful of the events that had unfolded only a short time ago, she marches her way towards the door, as the last few are about to make their way below. She holsters her pistol and glances herself over, feeling a little embarrassed that she's covered in some white powdery substance, presumably from scrambling about on rooftops.

"What a dumbass," she thinks to herself, brushing some of the powder from her clothes. "I'm going about this all wrong. If this virus is as contageous as everyone says, I wouldn't be surprised if one of these assholes is already infected. I shouldn't trust any of these people. If someone among us is infected, I should kill them now... just like..." She tries to force a smile to the man tending the door, feeling a slight rush of relief to come inside despite her inner conflicts.

The barman offers beer to everyone, and to Alex's surprise, the offer is also extended to her. She accepts hesitantly, wondering if he was going to ask her for some I.D. Snickering at the idea, she takes a big swig from the glass, feeling as though the man might change his mind and retrive the glass from her at any moment. The beer is cold and refreshing. She almost feels comfortable in the moment, but feels compelled to analyze her comrades.

"This poor old guy is carrying a walking stick. Probably couldn't get out of his own way. The lanky kid might even be cute if he didn't look like all the other typical douche bags I see on campus all the time. Deep pockets full of Daddy's money and other various un-earned charity to feed their enlarged egos. At least he has good taste in weaponry. This guy here has mid-life crisis written all over him, but seems to have a silent confidence - I wonder if he is good at anything or just below average at everything. And, as far as this pudgy bastard, who carries a freakin' golf club for personal defense? Are you kidding me? Smart move bringing a med kit along, but he looks like neither a doctor nor a golfer. Looks like a blumbering fool. And her, I wonder if that head is filled with the same silicoln as her bust. Typical dumb blonde - this isn't a fashion show, honey, nor a strip club. Come down off the pole, take off that power suit and put some real clothes on, dumbass. Then, this guy looks like an old hippe that just woke up from a pipe dream. Keep dreamin' buddy. Well, at least we have one competent person here. Too bad he'll be too busy fixing up his own wounds to be able to help anyone else. Speaking of which, if he is a doctor as he appears to be, why the hell isn't he at a hospital, developing a vaccine or something..."

"I wonder which of these assholes is going to get the rest of us killed," Alex whispers to herself. The man closest to her in a black t-shirt and combat boots, cocks his head slightly and raises an eyebrow. "What's that you say?" Alex is startled that the man had overheard her. "Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it."

[SlainPwner666]

As David enjoyed his beer, he kept a very close eye on the woman in white powder. Something about her wasn't right. "I wonder which one of these assholes is going to get the rest of us killed" David cocked his head, and raised his eyebrow in an amused fashion. "Whats that you say?" He responds, keeping his tone neutral. He immediately notices the color partly drain out of her face. Which he didn't mind, he tended to have that effect on people.

She looked around frantically, he guessed looking for a response, and almost perfectly on cue, stammered out "Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it" Tilting his head back, a massive laugh exploded out of his throat. He extended a hand. "Name's David."

[Damen]

From around the corner Lance yells "Hey, who's there?!" and a man from around the corner replies "Come around the corner and take a look."

The voice didn't sound anger and there seemed to be many voices coming from over there anyways. Lance peeks around the corner, "Everything seems all right" Lance thinks to himself.

These people didn't seem to be in a panic. I wonder if I just imagined those two loud noises.. I could've sworn they were gunshots.

Just then the door to the basement opens. Apparently they had all been waiting for this as a sudden hush came over them all. The big burly looking man examines them all with his shotgun doing the looking. He then lowers it and accepts them all in.

As we all file down the stairs into a well lite basement the burly man offers everyone their own beer. Accepting the offer with a half-hearted "Thank you" he went to the corner and started to sip away.

Lance wasn't used to such low quality alcohol but refusing would've been impolite. As he is looking everyone over he notices a very attractive blond woman standing closest to him. Being discrete he looks her over.

Trying to think of something to break the ice he mutters out while pointing to the glass in her hand, "Not quite champagne is it?" with a little chuckle.

Just then he realizes that he still is clenching his desert eagle in his hand with a death grip. He quickly holsters his weapon before she can look and reply.

[UKMD Elmo]

Nathan was finishing his beer, having spent the last few minutes just standing quietly by the door next to the old ex cop who seemed equaly content not to say a word. Then he remembered; The guys name was George.

He had seen him about ten years previous while working the doors on a nightclub. There had been a police raid and he along with the other bouncer had been obliged to let him and the plainclothes team in when they flashed a badge. A few minutes later the police came back out again with a few guys in cuffs, George exiting last with a young scared looking guy in cuffs in front of him. The guy had made a break for it and so George had chased after him, tackled him to the ground and proceeded to beat the crap out of the defenceless kid. He only stopped when one of his partners dragged him off, just in time to save the kids life no doubt. The guy had been a little unhinged back then, and the look in his eyes indicated that nothing had really changed.

'Names Nathan. So, whats your name man?' He said, turning to the older guy.

'George. Nice place you got here' he said almost sarcastically, glancing around the bare basement.

'Well I'd take you upstairs but theres a messy stiff just behind that door over there. Wouldn't want you loosing your beer just after you've had it' he said with a wink.

Yep, this guy was still an arsehole. He noticed that people were looking a little more relaxed and conversations were springing up here and there. It was coming up to the time they needed to make a start on a plan...

Nathan watched as the doctor walked over to him, looking a little hessitant but asking about any rest room he could clean up in.

'Sorry man, the only one is upstairs and I don't really want to open that door. I'll get you some water'. Nathan opened the fridge and took out a bottle of chilled water he'd put there about a week back for a reason he couldnt remember, took a dish cloth from on top of the fridge and passed both to the man. He looked like he could do with a quick wash, what with the dirt and blood spattered all about him. The poor guy looked like he was in a car accident....
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Okay, we're still waiting on a few people to post and a few others to bring to a conclusion their talking. I might give y'all an extra day so get posting.

Once this part is over I'm taking off a lot of the restrictions and letting you all off the leash for maybe a week, with a few bits of info to guide you. Lets get posting shall we? :D

[Nuttz]

I want in! :P

[GamerKing]

Fine, heres the edited version

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Jason screamed as white hot fire burned up through his calf, blood running in rivulets out of his ripped trouser leg. Blinded by the intense pain, he pulled up his pants and gripped the slippery ependage. The limb throbbed with an internal force, the veins pressed against the skin. He forced his eyes open and looked at the wound, tears running down his eyes.

"What the fuck!" He sobbed, as he inspected the bite. The teeth hadn't even penetrated that far into the flesh of his leg, yet it hurt worse than anything he had experienced. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, causing blood to gush down his neck. Flinging his arms up, he hauled himself up onto his kitchen counter. But his leg couldn't handle the weight of his body, a strange numbness climbing up his thigh. He slid back down again, spluttering blood from his lips.

The numbness spread from his right leg to his pelvis, before consuming the entirety of his lower body. The horrible cold reached his stomach and vomit exploded from his mouth, splattering onto his unmoving legs. It reached his chest, causing his breathing to slow and his heartbeat to slouch. With no muscles to hold up his back, he slid sideways and splashed into the blood pool of the dead man next to him. He could no longer feel or move any part of his body other than his head. His mind was slowing, his thoughts blurring and his site fading, but he could do nothing to stop it. He was a prisoner in his own body. Then it all went black...

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Aside from what you might think, hes not dead or turning into a zombie. Elmo gave my guy natural immunity to the virus so he's just horrible sick from the virus.

[Shadow]

^ Way to ruin the fucking suspense.

[SlainPwner666]

" This guy here has mid-life crisis written all over him, but seems to have a silent confidence - I wonder if he is good at anything or just below average at everything. "

SCUZ ME?

10charplox

[UKMD Elmo]

SCUZ ME?

10charplox

Don't worry man. I'm with you on not being an average guy.

Bet you can't shoot for shit ;)

Still waiting on three posters. Don't make me start killing off folk to make room for regular posters... :P

[Element118]

Hey Elmo, my doc started interacting with you in my last post. Don't know if you saw. did you want to respond or would you like me to just move it forward?

[Chr0n1c]

*** Please note that my post above has been updated with Alex's views of each of the characters who have thusfar made it to the bar. It should provide for some good material to feed off of ;) Remember, Alex is overly critical, and therefore her thoughts of others are typically negative and pessimistic.

And, agreed with Shadow. GamerKing, your character would have been so much more interesting if their fate was uncertain after being bitten.

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The man extends a hand to Alex, but she is skeptical of the gesture, and of the friendly smile on his face. Despite the passing moments, he continues to hold out his hand in protest, believing that his persistence may produce a favorable response. The graphic memories of Alex's father are fresh in her mind. All she can think about is the look in his eye, the impact of the bullet, the explosion of blood and gore. She can hear her father's voice, "There's no other way."

Suddenly Alex scrambles for her pistol and fixes it on the man in the white lab coat. "You're infected, aren't you?! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you now!" The bewildered doctor looks at her with a stunned and fearful expression, "No, uh there was an accident..." Alex moves in closer, pointing the gun right in his face. "Answer me! If he is infected, we have to kill him now, or we all die!" The doctor explains, "I have not had any contact with anyone infected with the virus. This wound is from a recent accident that occured when I was making rounds in an ambulance. I'm telling you the truth."

All were tense, the doctor's life as uncertain as balancing on the blade of a knife, dependent on the unstable young women to not sqeeze her itchy trigger-finger. The burly barman takes a step foward, "Calm down sweetheart. No one here will hurt you." Alex is agitated and wants even more to pull the trigger. She looks deeply into the doctors eyes, then slowly lowers her weapon and puts it away, turning to the barman. "Don't you ever call me 'sweetheart' again unless you want a much bigger scar then the one on your chin."

As the foulness of her emotions spit forth through her lips, she suddenly feels vulnerable after coming so close to murdering an innocent person in cold blood. "I'm sorry everyone." Moving back towards the corner of the room where she had been standing before, "Hi David, I'm Alex."

[UKMD Elmo]

Element: Yeah I missed that, sorry. My above post has been edited accordingly...

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Nathan watched as people began talking with a bit more ease while the doctor took his things to the pool table and cleaned up a little bit. He noticed the young woman see the iinjuries the guy had sustained and immediatley she started looking twitchy. The average Joe next to her spoke a few words to her but jumped back and looked as surprised as Nathan did when she pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the doctor who was just finishing up getting clean.

"You're infected, aren't you?! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you now!" she screamed, her pistol held shakily in her hand but aiming square for the man's head.

"No, uh there was an accident..." he mumbled, stepping back so he was almost sitting on the pool table.

"Answer me! If he is infected, we have to kill him now, or we all die!"

"I have not had any contact with anyone infected with the virus. This wound is from a recent accident that occured when I was making rounds in an ambulance. I'm telling you the truth." he said, sounding composed again. The guy was holding up pretty well for having a crazed girl with a pistol in his face. Nathan had seen enough.

"Calm down sweetheart. No one here will hurt you." he said, stepping slowly forward. He could never get his shotgun up in time to take her down if she turned on him, but he'd be damned if he was going to watch an innocent guy get capped while he did nothing.

"Don't you ever call me 'sweetheart' again unless you want a much bigger scar then the one on your chin." she snarled, slowly lowering her pistol and putting it away in her pants belt. Stepping back she said "I'm sorry everyone. Hi David, I'm Alex." She stood back in her corner and looked off into space like nothing had happened, the guy next to her still frozen in surprise and looking like he was half thinking about going for his gun too. The conversation in hte room started picking back up again, everyone occasionaly glancing back at the girl and staying well clear of her.

'Oookay' Nathan thought. 'And I thought I should be worried about the cop...'

[Element118]

Brad was confused when the bar owner, who he had overheard calling himself Nathan, told him that he didn’t want to open the door to the upstairs. The man walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, then a dish cloth from atop the fridge, and handed both to Brad. He wanted to ask what was upstairs, but decided that his head wound was more important right now.
“Thanks,” he said as he took the water and cloth. He turned, looking for a mirror or something reflective that he could use to re-dress his head wound. Noticing that the kegs were somewhat reflective, he began across the room in that direction.
“You’re infected, aren’t you?!”
Brad turned to face the young woman…who was now pointing her pistol right at him.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you now!”
Still stunned, Brad began to feel panic build up from within him.
“No, uh there was an accident…” he began, but the young woman came closer, thrusting the gun right at his face.
“Answer me! If he is infected, we have to kill him now, or we all die!”
Brad’s military training began to regain control. He felt himself calming down and assessing the situation. The girl was obviously hysterical, her face contorted in uncontrollable rage. Brad knew that she could pull the trigger at any second without warning. She was close enough to disarm, but he felt it would be a stupid risk. So he decided to try and explain things to her calmly, hoping his calm would in turn calm her down.
“I have not had any contact with anyone infected with the virus,” he began, making sure to use a soft, calming voice and to be as articulate as possible. “This wound is from a recent accident that occurred when I was making rounds in an ambulance.”
Brad stared straight into her eyes.
“I’m telling you the truth.”
The girl seemed to be having an internal conflict, and Brad braced himself, preparing to attempt to dodge or disarm the girl. The barman stepped in just then.
“Calm down sweetheart. No one here will hurt you.”
The young woman continued to stare angrily at Brad, and he held her stare with his own. Finally, to his relief, she began to slowly lower her weapon. Brad let out a sigh of relief as the girl turned to the barman and made a threatening remark that he didn’t quite catch due to the ringing in his ears from the adrenaline. He stood there for a few more moments, watching as the young woman returned to where she had been before and apologized. She began speaking with the man that was next to her, and Brad started towards the kegs again, still keeping his eyes on her.
Jesus Christ, he thought. The whole cities gone mad…
After dressing his wound as best he could, he returned the water to the bar owner.
“Listen,” he said to the man. “Thank you for the help. But I’ve got to get to the police station that’s a few blocks from here. I’ve got to report the accident and find a way to get back to the hospital. Could you please unlock the door?”

OOC: Alright, in case anyone hasn’t caught on to it yet, my Doctor doesn’t really know how bad it is here in the center of the city. The hospital he had been in for the past three days is more on the outskirts of the city, so he hasn’t realized how dangerous things have become. And he hasn’t encountered any infected yet. Just figured I’d let you guys know that so his behavior doesn’t seem too weird

[Mooman77]

This makes me wish i posted a character :<

[UKMD Elmo]

Okay folks, please post anything you wish to add within the next 14 hours please. We're still waiting on three posters but the story will continue without them, as promised before. The next main chapter update will be posted tomorrow, moving the story on somewhat.

[darkmessiah]

Well lookie that, the door was open.

Weird fucking people here, what the fuck kinda going away party is this?

Got a drink finally... God damn.

I don't even think I've said one word to these people, but it feels all right to them.

Some fucking complaining and screaming over there. These people are nut jobs. People even hurt here. What is this, a hospital?

[SlainPwner666]

Seconds after his hand left his side, David immediately noticed something was wrong. Seconds later, she unholstered the small pistol at her side and placed it to the doctor's head. Everything seemed to slow down. David thought of getting involved, but instead stood there while she threatened his life. Slowly, the doctor kept his cool and explained his injuries. She seemed to calm down and returned to the corner. Almost as if nothing had happened, she turned to him and said "Hi David, I'm alex"

"Er..... hi. Nice to meet you?"
Afraid of trying a handshake again, he instead held out a candy bar he had managed to take from the store. "You hungry?"

[UKMD Elmo]

"Er..... hi. Nice to meet you?"
Afraid of trying a handshake again, he instead held out a candy bar he had managed to take from the store. "You hungry?"

Hahahaha xD Comedy Gold right there.

[GamerKing]

^ Way to ruin the fucking suspense.


After what happened with my previous post I not taking any chances with Elmo.

[SickDaza]

As the door opened it revealed a rough looking, heavily built man that held a shot gun in one hand. The he held, it almost seemed as though it was an extension of his arm. But Julie knew how it felt to have the power of a firearm in her control. Just then she realized she had left her Glock and her briefcase of the passenger side seat in her Mercedes. She would have to remember to grab that before they all left the dingy basement.

As she was let into the underground of the bar she scanned the room and noticed several people already in there and some still entering. Striding quickly she found a place in the bar where she could observe everyone, and find anyone that she could possibly get together with at some time in the very near future.

As she stood in the corner she noticed a grizzly looking old man in another corner writing various things in his notebook. This is just what we need she thought. We are trying to fight an infection off and we get some old man that can’t even talk to people. Moving on she noticed a doctor with a slight gash across his face and some first aid out. Next to the doctor stood a slightly chubby, pasty white man that looked like he had never seen the either the sun or a gym before. He couldn’t be much younger than she was but from the look of him she definitely wasn’t interested. Before she could continue judging people the burly barman came and gave her and a somewhat snobby looking young man to her left a beer before leaving in silence. How rude she thought.

She took a mouthful of the drink and almost gagged at the taste. How can he even call this beer? Looking to her left she saw the young man cringe as he took a petite sip. In his other hand he clutched his desert eagle like it was the elixir for life. As he noticed her staring at him, he gave her a quick smile and complained about the beer, “Not quite champagne is it?”
“You’re not wrong. Though anything would be better than this beer. Julie’s the name. Very nice to meet you.” She said before extending her hand in a very ladylike fashion. He looked her up and down before taking her hand and shaking it.
“Lance” he replied.

Julie then turned and began scanning the fellow inhabitants of this basement but not before she caught Lance in the corner in her eye checking her out intensely. She knew she had a chance. More than a chance she thought.

[UKMD Elmo]

Chapter 2 'Daylight Robbery'

The doctor looked quite recovered from whatever accident he was in earlier having now cleaned up and handed the rest of the water back for Nathan to put back in the fridge.

“Listen,” he said to the Nathan, “Thank you for the help. But I’ve got to get to the police station that’s a few blocks from here. I’ve got to report the accident and find a way to get back to the hospital. Could you please unlock the door?”

"Didn't you see the sign outside" he said back in a fairly suprised voice "I'm going to get out of this city before things turn real ugly. You work at the hospital right? Surely you've seen how bad it is out there. Not two hours ago I watched a friend get torn apart by one of those bastard infected with the DT-whatever, who I then had to blow apart, literally, with a shotgun. I don't know about you but I can't hear any police sirens out there"

"That's as maybe, I've seen two bodies today already" he said a little uncertainly "but I still need to get back to the hospital. I'm needed there"

"I understand man. Okay listen to this" With that he stepped away from the doctor and into the clearest part of the room, clearing his voice so everyone knew to listen up. Slowly the hubub quieted down.

"Okay, I don't know much about you all but I know why most of you are here" Nathan said, "You want to get out of this city and the best way of doing that safely is with other people. Now, I have a plan for doing this but it will require breaking the law, taking some risks and a lot of heavy lifting. Anyone got any problems so far?". The room stayed silent so he took a deep breath and went into his plan.

To get out of the city you would need three things: Transport, supplies, and a clear route out what with all the roadblocks. For transport there is a bus depot one mile away that had been closed up for the last two days, the bus being good for a lot of room for supplies and people. Supplies would include firearms for everyone including as much spare ammo as you could collect as well as plenty of food and water. Finally someone would be needed to scout out a good way to get out of the city and past all the roadblocks.

It took five minutes to explain the plan and the rough whereabouts of all the different places that needed to be covered. Nathan also explained that he would leave a key hidden undet the plantpot out back so anyone returning early could unlock the door and leave the key outside for anyone coming in behind them.

"First of all I need to lock up here and scout around the apartment buildings round here. I have a few friends living near here so I'll try and get more people to come with us as there'll be plenty enough room on a decent sized bus for them. Any volunteers to come with me?" George and Phil Tamer stepped forward at that, nodding quietly at their agreement while Phil pointed at his medkit and mumbled somthing about it possibly being 'of use'.

"Okay, the rest of you decide what you want to do between yourselves. It's exactly mid-day now so everyone get back here by 6pm latest, y'hear?" Nathan said, stepping back and clapping his hands once to show he was finished. At that the rest of the group split up and started discussing the plan and who wanted to do what.

"Doc, let me show you somthing man" Nathan said, walking over to the door leading to the bar and unlocking it. The dead man was still there with half his head missing and a fist shaped crater in his chest, blood and gore all over the floor and walls.

"That happened a few hours ago, and believe me I had no choice. If you want to go back to the hospital where there's going to be a shit load more of 'them' by all means be my guest. Whatever you choose, take this". Nathan fished inside his pants pocket and handed over a large flick-knife to the man. You're going to need it.

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Okay! I'll hand it over to the rest of you. I'll be taking over George and Phil as the posters aint posted in a while so they'll be coming with me. For everyone else, decide what you want to do (if you want to go with the plan at all) and remember you got 6 hours in game to get back to the basement. I'll give you all about a week to resolve this part of the story.

EDIT: The situation on the streets is now they are almost completely deserted with the occasional infected or scared human wandering about. In truth about 80% of the city's population now has the disease and are trying to brave it out at home or in the hospital, but many are still 'human' and will turn in a matter of hours, maybe a day at most. Of course your characters do not know this...

Also Gamerking, hold on there buddy. Nathan, George and Phil might just be on their way to come get you.

Over to you.

[Zorgy]

Yep, this guy was still an arsehole.



Hey! Still have hard feelings elmo? ;)
I'll edit this post with my guys thoughts on whats happened so far and deciding to go with nathan in about a hour.

[UKMD Elmo]

4 hours later Zorgy? :P

Also, please note the edit of my last post.

[Zorgy]

Yep! 2 secs.

George watched the groups first meeting in silence. He wanted to judge who was worth his time or not. So far it was a pretty pathetic bunch. The bulky guy who seemed to be in charge attempted to talk to him but George drove him away, he didn't want to talk. The woman he had seen sneaking across the rooftops lost it and put a gun to the doctors headbut it got resolved quickly and the man who had split them up (What was his name? Brad?) returned to his kegs. Damn that was starting to look interesting. The leader guy, Nathan started to talk at lengths of their great escape and outlined jobs for everyone. George decided to stick with Nathan because he seemed the most capable here. Another man Phill chose to come with Nathan too. George was wary of this man he hadn't spoke to anyone yet either. Most likely he was analyising the situation like himself. He would have to watch out for him.
"Right lets get the hell out of this fucking basement then." He growled to Nathan.

OOC: There we go! 4 hours late!

[UKMD Elmo]

So who's going to get this kicked off then?

[GamerKing]

So who's going to get this kicked off then?

Yeah, I'm getting tired of waiting in my horribly sick state for someone to visit.

[darkmessiah]

I'll post soon.

[UKMD Elmo]

Come on, get posting guys. This thing will die without any input and I thought I'd picked a good bunch of people that could keep it breathing. Prove me right : )

[DethPenguin]

I got a bad fever two days ago and find it hard to write anything more than senseless dribble like this post.

(And I had meant to post something yesterday, but I slept the day away)

[Zorgy]

I'm waiting for someone else to p

[SlainPwner666]

Dammit. I guess I have to kick this bitch off

[Element118]

OOC: sorry for the lack of posts. It's my finals week here, so I've been distracted. Last final is on Thurs though, so after that, there shouldn't be anything to keep me from keeping up to date on this thread. Anyway, here's a post for ya:

Brad stared at the knife in his hand. He had seen some grisly scenes during his time in the military and the ER, but the corpse that Nathan had just shown him was enough to disturb anyone. It was beginning to dawn on him that things were more serious here in the city than he had originally thought.

Where are all the police? Brad thought to himself. And the military?

He had known that the military had quarantined the city a couple of days ago, but if things were really getting this bad, why hadn’t they stepped in yet? Noticing that he was still staring at the knife in his hands, he realized that sticking with these people may be the only way to get out of this alive.

And he also realized he’d need a better weapon.

“Uh, hey,” he said, turning towards the rest of the group. “Everyone? I was planning on heading to the police station. It’s only a few blocks from here. I figure we’ll find someone there who might be able to help us out and tell us what is going on. And if not, there should be weapons and other supplies. Is there anyone who’d be willing to come with me?”

Brad waited for volunteers.

[SlainPwner666]

"I'm heading to a friend of mines place. He's got some weapons and maybe some supplies."
David then turned to alex.
"You comin?"

[Zorgy]

George had already decided to go with Nathan but he had a hunch that it would be a good idea to with David, he seemed as capable as Nathan but something about the bartender sparked off his warning bells he seemed dangerous while David appeared trustworthy and perhaps a little dim.
"I'll go" he said "We need supplies."

[GamerKing]

Covered in blood, Jason lay unconcious on the ground, his mind still clouded in a haze of sickness.

[Zorgy]

OOC: You really are kind of fucked aren't you gamerking?

[GamerKing]

OOC: You really are kind of fucked aren't you gamerking?

No, I'm just waiting for someone to come and help. I'll wake myself up soon if no one comes.

[Damen]

After all of the commotion had settled down the person who let them into the basement went over his make-shift plan. All the while Lance was wondering where his father might be. "Alive for sure." Lance thinks to himself. He would never get caught up in the heat of this stuff. Most likely in one of his mountain houses somewhere..

He would have to try to hide what he knew about this mess for as long as he could. He must know if these people are even worth telling at least.

Turning to Julie who seemed to be looking at him as though she had asked him a question. "Excuse me?" Lance says.

"I asked if we might get out of this place for a while and look around town for some supplies.. and possibly something better to drink.

Looking flustered that the woman asked him Lance quickly tries to compose himself and replies "Sounds great to me, anything you have to do first?"

OOC: This conversation was discussed through PM prior.

[Chr0n1c]

Surprised by David's gesture, Alex replies, "That's very sweet of you, but I'm not hungry." They exchange an awkward smile. "The events that lead up to me getting here are very difficult for me to handle." Before she begins to elaborate, Nathan steps forward and addresses the group, describing why they have all been summoned, and what his plans are. Alex is not whole-heartedly behind the plan, but decides to go along with it. Perhaps they could find greater strength in numbers. Perhaps there is a reason that they have all been brought together.

After Nathan finishes with a hand-clap, Alex decides that she must do her best to help. "Brad, and everyone, I'm sorry once again for my actions earlier. As I began explaining to David, we are dealing with a problem more serious then most of us probably realize. This virus cannot be contained. It is destroying the infrastructure of society." After a pause, she continues, "My father was helping local law enforcement agencies and military to ensure the security of our city. Not long ago, he came home, bleeding. He told me that military is being overrun. He said he had been bitten, and told me that there is no time, that he wanted me to leave immediately." She removes and presents her pistol, "He made me hold this gun to his head as he tried to explain the situation, afraid that he would somehow change and that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from hurting me." Alex flashes back to the sound of the gun and the bullet smashing into her father's face. "But he didn't give himself time to say goodbye..."

Alex tries to hide a tear sliding down her cheek, as others began to take turns to speak. Brad proposes a visit to the police station. David is heading to a friend's place, looking for volunteers. Alex responds, "We shouldn't split up to collect supplies, I think we should stick together. And, we shouldn't go to the police station. Marshall law is still in effect. They might assume we are hostiles. On the other hand, if we could reach them by radio, it would be very helpful to know exactly where they have the roadblocks setup." Brad thinks about it for a minute, and Alex continues, "David, your friend may already be dead, but I'll go with you if you feel compelled to find him. If not, I work at a sporting goods store that has been closed for the last few days, but I have keys to get inside. Lots of guns and ammo there, short-wave radios, and other supplies." Turning to Brad and David, "So boys, how about the three of us go to David's friend's place, and go from there?"

[UKMD Elmo]

Nathan looked around at the people still milling about in his basement, all of them discussing what best to do next. He was quite pleased people had listened along and that the nervous guy with the golf club was following him. The old cop who had originaly decided to come with him was resolutely staying in the basement, obviously having changed his mind. He wondered if the old guy remembered him too, but he doubted it.

"Okay, me and Phil are off. Remember to get back by 6pm and try and find some means out of the city. The bus station should be a good place to start but I've got no idea how to get past all these damn roadblocks. Good luck and remember, it gets dark by 7pm. Don't know about you but I'd rather be indoors at that time, know what I mean?". With that he unlocked the rear door and stepped out into the alley, closing it to behind him and Phil.

"You ready for this man?" He said

"Yep. Lets see if we can't find some food while we're at it cos I'm starving. Didn't think to stock up when the shit hit the fan, you know?"

"Yeah I hear that, I've been working the bar all the way through this. No time for shopping myself. Here, take this". Nathan unzipped his bag and passed over a small packet of salted peanuts to the guy who promptly said 'thanks' and started to devour the contents.

Nathan led the way to the main street, going as quietly as possible while phil clutched his club in one hand and poured the contents of the bag into his mouth with the other, chewing hungrily.

The street was even quieter than in the morning with not a sign of anyone about. The apartment he wanted to check was just across the road, an old rundown place built in the 60's mostly of decaying concrete and ugly angles. It was home to three regular patrons (one of which got his throat torn out this morning), one guy he goes shooting with every second weekend and some kid he had to bar from his bar when it turned out he was only 17 but very good at hiding his age under a big beanie hat. He also lived there, but he couldn't think of much he needed to get from the place expect maybe some clothes, food, the spare 10 12g shells he had in his cabinet and possibly a knife as he had given his favourite one to the doctor who didn't have a damn thing to protect himself with.

The revolving door to the building creaked ominously as he and Phil entered, the sound echoing through the empty cold stone entranceway, unlit as it was. Nathan knew this wasn't going to be any fun...

[SickDaza]

Julie actually began to think that this might be quite serious and that the state of the city was critical to put it lightly. Interrupting her thoughts Nathan began to address the group letting them know they were allowed and encouraged to leave the bar to find friends, relative, a way out of the city, food etc etc. She figured that first and foremost she needed to find some alcohol that would one get her a bit drunk and that didn’t taste as if it came out of a cows bladder.

She turned to Lance and asked “I was thinking we might get out of this place for a while and look around town for some supplies...and possibly something better to drink” stressing the last part as this is really all she cared about.

She waited for well over 2 minutes before Lance even recognised that she had said something to her. After repeating herself he seemed quite happy to go along with her plan.

“Firstly I have to go and grab my firearm from my car because there seems to be a pretty good chance that we will run into one of those infected. I also have some first-aid that I keep in my briefcase at all times. I could grab that as well.” Julie said.

They said their goodbyes to the rest of the group and promptly exited out the door before they could be joined by anyone else. This was the best chance she had at getting lucky tonight and with the help of some hard liquor this night was beginning to look up. Screw the city she thought. This is all about me being happy. As they proceeded away from the bar they rounded the corner of the alleyway and Julie’s black Mercedes came into view. With this Lance gave an approving whistle. Julie gave a small inward smile and continued towards the car. She unlocked the doors and reached in and grabbed her Glock and the bandages, gauze and anti-septic she kept in her briefcase, she closed the door, pressed the button to lock the doors and turned towards Lance. “Where to first?” she asked.

EDIT: OOC: Don't worry Elmo I won't forget about this. I am constantly checking it for updates etc.

[persnicityninja]

You guys should really amp up the action soon or this is going to die. In mine theres already been a horde attack that forced them out of their safehouse and a Tank, but other then the no action part its looking really good Elmo :\/

[SlainPwner666]

I R tiping nao

[UKMD Elmo]

You guys should really amp up the action soon or this is going to die. In mine theres already been a horde attack that forced them out of their safehouse and a Tank, but other then the no action part its looking really good Elmo :\/

Ninja mate I havn't commented on your RP...

I'm building up the story. There realy isn't huge ammount of infected about just yet, and no 'specials' either. We're aiming for something a little more believable, because if for example all of use were suddenly engulfed by a horde of infected I'm pretty sure we'd all be dead to a man. Low key is the way to go: Makes for less Rambo's.

[persnicityninja]

Oh sorry I didnt mean to judge... also my team didnt fight the horde or the tank. they ran to the roof and climbed down a fire escape. the infected all flew off the roof and the tank came crashing down when it jumped on to the fire escape. AND Some one has been bitten, and another has broken his arm by falling off the fire escape. Thats pretty much what has happend so far.

Also any body reading along Im always willing to add people in to the story
http://www.left4dead411.com/forums/s...ad.php?t=11670
and thats the last time I will advertise my thread

[SlainPwner666]

With their plan in place, the unlikely team jog up the steps and enter the actual bar. Two bodies lay in heaps of blood, and at this point David realized that more was happening then some batshit riot gone wrong. With a shudder, he averted his eyes and quickened his pace out the front door. Once outside, he noticed a very impressive sports car parked in the front lot. [Wonder who THAT belongs to....] he thought sarcastically.

He began thinking as they were walking. Something wasn't right. An uncertain tinge had taken over the air, and David's hand slid to his gun concealed in his waistline. He just couldn't shake the feeling that something was horribly wrong.

They arrived at Mark's house. Mark Jones was a retired army veteran. He was notorious for his itchy trigger finger, but was always someone to rely on. David motioned for them to stay put, and jogged up the front steps. Immediately noticed were the bullet holes in the door and nearby windows, as well as corpses in front of and around the porch.

Slowly easing the door open, he called out. "Hello?" Getting no response, he moved deeper into the house. David then realized that Mark's house had gone over quite the makeover. His tables had been stacked to make a sort of barricade, and all three fridges had been stacked against the far wall. They were still running. A note sat on the table. It was obvious with all of the smudging and bad handwriting, that Mark had written it.

"Dear anyone reading this,
Shits hit the fan. I'm heading to the [Smudged and unreadable]. Don't follow me, it seems that's where everything else is. Help yourself to the fridge, I won't be needing it. Check the safe.

Staff Sargent Mark Jones"

David ran to the window, and yelled down. "Come on up, it's clear"

[Chr0n1c]

"Well, I guess we should go check it out." Brad says. Alex pulls her pistol and holds it out for Brad. "Here you go doc, you should hang onto this until we can find more weapons. Don't lose it, my father gave it to me." Stepping over some corpses laying in the yard, they walk single-file into Mark's house. David shows them the letter. "So, should we check the safe? Do you have the combination?"

[SlainPwner666]

Before I post again, Elmo, what are we limited to in terms of new weapons?

[UKMD Elmo]

Before I post again, Elmo, what are we limited to in terms of new weapons?

Good question: Whatever you want in reason, basicaly. Whatever you would find in a safe or in a police station you can have. Just remember to keep a rough tally of what ammo you have and keep the ammount you carry to a reasonable level (no carrying 8 pistols and 400 rounds of ammo). Other than that, whatever you like.

[SlainPwner666]

Well, I'm for sure not gonna go overboard.
Shall edit later with post

[Element118]

Brad couldn’t deny Alex’s logic. Splitting up was a bad idea, and nobody else seemed eager to head to the police department. He still felt it was the best place to go, but he also felt that these people knew more about the situation than he did, so he decided to trust them.

David began up the stars, followed by Alex. Brad grabbed his medical pack and followed. Even though Nathan had shown him the corpses not a few minutes before, seeing the bloodied bodies in the bar still made him cringe at first. They walked in silence out of the bar, and before Brad knew it, they were at their destination. It was a small, gray house that had two stories and a porch. There were bullet holes in the door, and a few of the windows were shattered. Brad felt his pocket for the knife that Nathan had given him, getting the feeling he might be needing it soon.

David went in, telling them to wait outside. A few minutes of complete silence passed, and then David appeared in the window.

“Come on up, it’s clear."

“Well, I guess we should go check it out,” he said to Alex. She turned to him and pulled out her pistol. Brad flinched slightly, expecting her to snap and hold him at gun point again. But she spun it around in her hand and held it out for Brad to take.

“Here you go, Doc. You should hang onto this until we can find more weapons,” she said. He took it from her. “Don’t lose it, my father gave it to me.”

Brad could see the pain in her eyes when she mentioned her father. He realized she must’ve been through hell. She turned and began heading towards the house. Brad took a moment to inspect the gun. While in the military, he was given the marksman award three years in a row. He was proficient with both small arms and semi-automatic weapons. But it had been a while since he’d held a firearm. Pulling back the slide mechanism, he made sure there was a bullet in the chamber. He release the slide and aimed down the sights. It was all coming back to him, and the last thing he did before heading into the house was make sure the safety was off.

Brad walked in right when Alex was asking about a safe. He noticed that the house was turned upside down. Tables and fridges were used as barricades and there was shattered glass all over the floor. He noticed that David was holding a note.

“What’s it say?” he asked.

[DethPenguin]

(( I'm going to assume Phil left the first aid kit and briefcase at the bar's basement. ))

When Phil heard of the barman's plan to search for more people and supplies, he volunteered to go with him instantly. Anything was better than staying in a confined space with that nutcase of a woman. He stuffed his inhaler in his pocket, set his briefcase in a corner, and snatched his golfclub. Man, I need to find like a gun, or something. Seems everyone's got one 'cept me, Phil thought. Nathan and he stepped out into the alley. While there was a sour odor permeating the place, the air was much better than in the musty basement. Phil scratched at his stomach as it growled for food. "You ready for this man?" Nathan said.

Phil remembered that his briefcase had some food in it, but he didn't want to slow down the barman. And he figured it would be unwise to irritate someone with a shotgun while all you have is a golf club. He replied, "Yep. Lets see if we can't find some food while we're at it cos I'm starving. Didn't think to stock up when the shit hit the fan, you know?"

At that, Nathan began to talk about how he had worked as a bar during the initial infection, but Phil was focused on a bag of peanuts Nathan had pulled out of his pocket and tossed them to Phil. "Thanks."

They walked down a quiet street towards a beat up and, for the most part, decayed apartment complex. "Hurm. Doesn't look like anyone lives here, but if Nathan is convinced there might be more people," he mumbled under his breath. As they stepped into the dark and musty entrance, a shiver ran down Phil's spine. He could deal with the outside appearance, but inside, it seemed as though the building itself was silently scowling at him, wanting him out. With a lump in his throat, Phil whispered beside Nathan "So, uh.. heh. Where, gulp, ahem, are your f-friends?"

[UKMD Elmo]

"So, uh.. heh. Where, gulp, ahem, are your f-friends?" Phil asked from behind Nathan while they both stood in the cold and unwelcoming entranceway.

"Unfortunately both top floors. I live on the ground level though, and I need some things from there first". With that he led the way down the corridor towards his appartment. He was almost relieved when he saw his door hadn't been forced in or anything, but he unlocked it quietly and slowly swung it open in case there were any unwelcome visitors inside. The place was just as he had left it, so he started to gather supplies. Firstly he emptied ten 12g shells he kept at home into his small messnger bag, keeping it purely for ammunition. Grabbing a rucksack he threw in the snacks, a few bottles of water, a spare change of clothes plus a few cereal bars he kept in the cupboard. Lastly he grabbed his small torch he kept on his bedside table and taped it to the front of the shotgun with some ductape.

Cursing himself for almost forgetting he walked over to his bedside cabinet again and removed two small flicknives he kept there, pocketing one and handing the other to a thankful Phil who had been standing in the doorway keeping a lookout for the last five minutes.

"Alright, done" Nathan said, stepping out into the corridor and locking up behind him. "Next place is upstairs. I've got a friend I go shooting with up here every couple of weeks. You never know he might have a pistol to spare for you" he added with a wink. Phil didn't look too happy about the prospect, although it may just be the apartment complex giving him the creeps. And today, who could blame him. They soon reached the stairwell up to the next level.

The man's apartment was completely empty, Nathan's friend seemingly having decided to skip town a few days back and in turn his door had been kicked down and looted. A quick scour of the place showed nothing of interest, but Nathan remembered a place he had once showed him where he kept his pistols. The small chest was covered over with an old rug in a back room and looked like the looters hadn't spotted it. Still, the only thing that was inside was a small 9mm revolver with no spare ammunition.

Next to it was a note saying 'Nathan - Thanks for checking up on me but I left the second this place got the DT. I needed all my shooters, feel free to take this one just in case. Godspeed mate'

"You'd better take it" he said, checking the safety was on and passing it over to Phil. "Only six shots so if the shit hits the fan, aim careful". They left the apartment and headed to the top floor where the underaged drinker and two of Nathan's patrons lived. It occured to Nathan that he hadn't been calling out for survivors to come join him, but something was telling him that it would have been a very bad idea...

OOC - The 'underaged drinker' is Gamerking, FYI.

[GamerKing]

OOC - The 'underaged drinker' is Gamerking, FYI.

Yay, I'm gonna be apart of things.

[Chr0n1c]

So, what's in the safe? :)

[SlainPwner666]

DUH DUH DUH!!!!

Alright, I'll post in a sec

[darkmessiah]

Making me do work. What the fuck.

I've been shuffling around the bar as that bossy bar guy has been doing shit. It looks like I'm doing work at least...

I really need to find Bizzaro Jerry. It better be soon.

What is really going on? There's something about zombies, something about beatings...

The free beer is nice.

In the real world I'd ask why I'm here, because the only thing that's keeping me here is some vague answer of the infection being dangerous. But is this the real world anymore? I see all around me something I've never seen since Woodstock. People scrounging, homeless. A free-for-all between mankind. I've been thrown into something that's more than I can handle. Damn, this takes the whole page.

Hand cramp, fuck.

Do bars have showers?

[SlainPwner666]

After reading the note over again, David soon notices Brad and Alex next to him. Alex speaks first, asking if he has the combination. Then, before he can answer, Brad pops in and says "What's it say?" David reads it again, and then turns to Alex. "Yes, actually I do." Jogging to Mark's bedroom, he slides the closet open to reveal the solid steel safe. Bullet proof, fire proof, hell, probably even radiation proof.

Kneeling by the safe, David notices a small sentence scrawled in the safe's door. "Bound by blood". David turned to Brad, and said quietly "Hey Brad, can I borrow that knife of yours?"

[DethPenguin]

"Bound by blood". "that knife"

I didn't realize this was DnD.

[Element118]

Brad handed David the knife Nathan had given him, slightly confused.

If he knows the combination, why's he need my knife? he thought to himself.

After handing the knife to David, Brad turned to the window to keep an eye out. Everything was dead quiet, and it was giving him the chills.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, but don't know what David wants to be in the safe, so didn't really want to take that over. hah.

[UKMD Elmo]

Just clearing this up for everyone:

- Nathan and Phil are going through the apartments
- Jason is in one of the apartments waiting for help
- Alex, David and Brad are going through the soldier's house
- Lance and Julie are at the car going for a drink
- George and John are still in the basement (deciding what to do?)

Lets get it moving folks, although looking at the state of things I might have to give you a few more days to finish up. On Friday I will say what day you must all be back at the bar by...or bad things start to happen.... :)

[SickDaza]

Just waiting for Damen to post.

[Chr0n1c]

Waiting for SlainPwner to wrap up what we find at the house, then I have something ready for part 2 for Alex, Brad, and David.

[Damen]

Just waiting for Damen to post.

OOC: Yeah I know, so here it is.

After going to Julie's car, a very nice one at that, she turns to Lance and says "Where to first?".

"Well I live just outside of town, behind that hill over there." Lance points to the rolling hills that were barely visible. "So I don't know too many places to get stuff here in town.. my servants usually do all the buying. There is one gas station that I know of though. That should have the 'supplies' we are looking for."

At that Lance leads Julie in the direction of the gas station. "Its only about a mile away from here but we need still need to be careful.

[SlainPwner666]

OOC: Really freaky time

Gladly accepting the knife, David flicked it open with minimal effort, and turned away from the others. He slit one of his fingers, and watched the blood flow. Wiping the blood on the safe's door, he noticed the tumblers slowly . The safe was designed to only accept DNA from certain people, David included in the mix. Technically, he did know the combination, just not in the way others saw it. The safe door creaked open, and David reached in. His hand grasped around cold steel, and he removed his hand.

A shudder went down his spine as he looked at the knife in his hand. The same K9 Bar Knife that had saved his life in a mugging a few years back. He quickly passed on the knife to Brad, and reached back inside.

He withdrew 3 boxes of Nine Millimeter ammunition. Very useful. But, to his disappointment, only one of them was full, and the other two were almost empty. And finally, he grasped the Piece De Resistance, a Remmington 870 Shotgun. But, as Mark always seemed to disappoint, there was only 4 shells in the thing, and no extra ammo in the safe. But, a gun's a gun.

Turning to the other survivors at his side, he sighed and said, "What now?"


Edit: Element or Chronic, a PM with what's happening next would be helpful so I could edit to fit the story

[DethPenguin]

He slit one of his fingers, and watched the blood flow. Wiping the blood on the safe's door, he noticed the tumblers slowly . The safe was designed to only accept DNA from certain people, David included in the mix.

((Cheesy.))

"Right, six shots. Thanks." Phil said, pocketing the revolver.

He followed Nathan down the hallway, leading towards the stairwell. Together, they climbed up the stairs. Phil began to tire as he started climbing faster in effort to catch up with Nathan. When they reached the top, Nathan motioned for him to stop.

"Have that revolver ready," Nathan said, slowly reaching out to open the door. Phil rested his hand on the pocket holding his revolver, whilst gripping the golf club tightly.

((Not sure what you want to happen at the top Elmo. Though, this might be a good time for GamerKing to post))

[UKMD Elmo]

((Cheesy.))

((Not sure what you want to happen at the top Elmo. Though, this might be a good time for GamerKing to post))

I hear that. Gamerking, you can post our heroic rescue if you like :P I'll do it tomorrow if you havn't put it up.

[GamerKing]

Its 8 am here, so I'll post it later in the afternoon.

[UKMD Elmo]

Nathan had a bad feeling about what lay behind the door to the top level corridor, so he turned back to Phil who was standing a little out of breath behind him.

"Have that revolver ready," He said, watching as the man keep a firm hold of his club but moved his hand to the pocket he had stashed the little pistol. Nathan wasn't sure how well the guy would hold up in a fight, and come to that he wasn't sure how ready he was himself for one either. Eight years behind a bar takes the edge off your fighting ability by quite a bit, and he was still a little shaken from the incident in his bar that morning.

He slowly swung the door open, his shotgun leading the way into the corridor. There was a body lying next to the wall right at his feet, it's chest riddled with several bullet holes and dead eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Nathan and Phil exchanged concerned looks, both covering either end of the corridor for anything that moved.

Silently, Nathan tapped Phil on the shoulder and indicated that he should follow him to the end of the hallway. As they walked as quietly as possible they could see most of the doors on this floor were open or forced in, the apartments inside each having several bodies lying on the carpet. Nathan could only guess why this floor was filled with corpses, but whatever had happened here looked like it wasn't held in living memory anymore. The last door in the corridor was smashed in, the glass that made up most of it having shattered and fallen inside the entranceway.

"This is that kid's place I told you about. Poor guy's probably dead, but I aint leaving till I've checked. This whole place is a graveyard and I don't want to leave until I've found at least one person who's still breathing". Phil seemed like he was about to protest but kept quiet, following Nathan inside as he reached through the broken glass and unlocked the door.

There was a dead man in the front living room with what looked like half a glass ornament imbedded in his head. The kid was lying next to him with half his leg soaked in blood and the rest of him was spattered in gore and what looked and smelled like vomit. Nathan rushed over while Phil stood back and watched the door, finally pulling out his pistol and aiming it a little unsurely at the entranceway. Nathan let out a sigh of relief to see the kid was still breathing, but he was burning up with some serious fever. Nathan checked the boy's leg and found it had a fairly serious looking bite mark in his calf, just visible through the blood soaked denim of his jeans.

"Phil, the boy's been bitten. What do you know about this virus? He going to be okay?"

"I, I don't know. I heard something on the news before it shut down that it takes a few minutes to become all zombified. Hey, check the guy next to him. He warm?". Nathan reached out to the guy with the glass in his skull

"Not really. He's not exactly freezing but he's cold"

"Yeah I think that means he's been dead for a bit. If he bit that kid and he aint trying to bite us in turn I think he might be okay. Shit, he doesn't look like he's too well though..."

"He's burning up. Come on, lets get him out of here and back to the bar" He said, helping him to his feet while Phil came over to assist. The kid was starting to wake up, then winced and yelped when he put pressure on his injured leg. "Hey, kid, wake up. You're safe now. What's your name?"

"J-Jason" He stuttered, trying to open his eyes and walk through the pain while Nathan and Phil supported him on either side. They got the the main corridor a few seconds later, Jason finaly beginning to wake up a little more and walk a bit steadier. The corridor wasn't empty this time though.

About twenty meters to the right were two women and a man, crouched down slightly and looking very disheveled. They had blood stains on the mouths and around their eyes, plus several marks over the front of their chests and on their hands that looked like they'd been fighting people for days on end. When they saw them, they froze, staring at them and making strange strained noises through their throats as if they were trying to scream but were too suffused with anger to make a sound . As one they silently ran at the three of them, gaining speed rapidly.

"Shit" All three of them said at the same time...

[SickDaza]

“Be careful” he said. That is what worried Julie. She thought as everyone else in the bar as being over-dramatic and worrying about something that was not as bad as everyone was saying, but the fact that Lance had said it. That is when it hit her that maybe she should start worrying about this virus. She just hoped it hadn’t spread down south to where her parents lived. She wouldn’t forgive herself if she hadn’t called her mom and she died. Just the thought about it gave her sick feeling in her stomach. But she swallowed and brought herself back to the real world where Lance was looking at her about 3 feet in front of her with a worried look on her face. She gave him a quick smile and took a few large strides and reached his side. They began walking along the street towards the gas station that Lance had mentioned. They made sure they kept to the sidewalk and as close to the buildings that they could. Julie didn’t know why there clearly wasn’t going to be any cars but she didn’t complain she just made sure she was close to Lance.

They rounded the corner and continued down the street. Although being careful the trip so far had been rather bland, none of the so-called infected or any of that. Leaving her own thoughts behind she decided to try and strike up a conversation with Lance.
“So Lance” she began turning to him, “how old are you?”

“21” he replied, “yourself?”

“Guess.”

“24, 25”

Julie gave a smile but before she could correct him they saw something that shocked them both. Up ahead at the intersection, only about 50 feet away Julie saw something moving. She turned to Lance and she could tell instantly that he had not only seen it but knew they needed to do something quick. That continued at a slowed pace and when about 20 feet away, it looked at them raised from what it was doing to its feet, and began sprinting towards Julie and Lance.

OOC: Take it away Damen.