Left 4 Dead - Zombie RPG

[Xerosnake90]

(This is how it goes guys, I'm gonna start it off very simply. We're going to make an introductional post for everyone. I will start off, and you guys will follow by posting how you get to the location. Read carefully through what I and Steve say as we are the 'god' characters, we decide were the story ultimately goes. It's up to you do decide what happens with and to your characters. Also, if you have something to say that's out of character, put it in parenthesis such as this. Hopefully this will work out well. Sorry for the long read, I told you I'd set this shit up >.>)

It was a time past night that seemed to never change, constant darkness shrouded the now tormented city of evil. He does not know how long it had been since the infection started, or even what it was, or how it was spread. He can only remember the complete and utter chaos that had gone on before all humanity seemed to have ceased to exist. For as long as he knew, it had only been him after the initial attack. Traversing the wrecked city in a search for survivors, supplies, and hopefully a message from god to show him his way.

Rain poured down his weary face, his eyelids slid open to pierce the night sky with his grim look. He had fallen asleep, only a small tarp barely protecting him from rain and a candlestick flickering out as it melted closer to its root. His hand constantly rested on the grip of his weapon, back to the edge of a rooftop wall. He was here as a last resort of hope. Days.... no, only hours earlier he had made a call. A call he had hoped would reach anyone, anything able to comprehend the message. He had come from a military base stationed underground in the heart of the city, unknown to civilians or anyone as such. Only a blur now, it all happened so quickly, humans tearing other humans apart. Bruised, torn faces and skin, foam and blood mixtures dripping from their mouths. He understood not what had happened until he had time to relax, time from what seemed like hours of escaping those 'things'. All he was able to grab was his pistol, holdster, and knife. No reserve ammo or other supplies. It was at that time he had found this building, a tall apartment building with a giant advertisement bill at the top. 'Never leave home frowning again!', read a passage with a smiling man on front, 'Avatrax will keep you happy no matter what time of the die, and no side effects!'. He could only laugh to himself whenever he thought of the sign, it was oh so ironic. Yet also the reason he remembered the building as opposed to everything else that looked the same in the city. It was the main reason anyone would understand the passage he had left.

Hours earlier he had decided to go back to the base, for any sort of chance of survivors, any hope... He found nothing, not even the creatures that had ruined the entire city. It was an eery quiet feeling all around as he collected the things from his locker in caution and with speed. His belt, ammo, clips, medical supplies, anything he could possibly with along with 2 grenades. He decided to take a bag with him and fill it with various weapons, handguns, smgs, and shotguns, along with as much ammo as possible. He found an operating system to call out to any possible radios. Leaving a message and making it replay itself constantly, "The rooftop of a building in which an eversmiling man will never leave frowning again, hope can begin there". It was subtle, but anyone human would be able to understand. He wasn't sure how smart the creatures were or what they would understand, but it logic isn't one of them, they wouldn't understand. It was an eery feeling moving back to the apartment. He saw none of the creatures, nothing. He moved as quickly as possible with his equipment, and the bag full of weapons. If he was going to meet others, they would need weapons.

Now he sits there, back to the rooftop edge, staring at the door leading to the rooftob. The bag of weapons and supplies sits on the table. He is not sure how long he'll wait, but he feels he must move quickly... something isn't right.

(Everyone who will join, make a post explaining some things, how you got the message and what not. If you're fighting infected, make sure none of them are in the building as I have explained the city is quiet for some reason. Have fun)

(This thread will really get started tomorrow when everyone has had a chance to reply. For now we will only meet)

[Z2ato]

NAME: Johnathan Thomson
Appearance: 22, male, short brown hair, about 5'7. tribal tattoo on right arm.
Weapon experience: Jonathan never fired a gun before, but baseball training over the years has given him better skill at swinging fast.
Weapons: baseball bat, and a hunting knife his grandpa gave to him.
Other equip: He carries around a lucky coin considering he is very superstitious and it indeed helps him a lot.
Bio: During the beginning of the outbreak, Johnathan was in the locker room before baseball practice in the national league championship in L.A. his lucky bat had saved his way out. His family was long miles away and now packed with all the weapons he could find he is now traveling throughout the city in search for someone.




Ok heres mine...


It was almost Daybreak. It seemed like hours of running for him but he kept on going just to see if he could find someone... anyone. With his bat in hand he felt strong, with his Sacajawea coin in his hand, he felt gods luck. He flipped it to where his mind decided to go and so far it did not let him down.

Hours earlier, he fled from the stadium and as lucky as he was, he only encountered a few before escaping. Blood still drenched around his aluminum bat filled with dents, he didn't know how long it could take for him to survive, he had nothing but that and a hunting knife that his grandfather gave him.

Now he runs swiftly through the streets and finds a building. Briefly, he sees a man on top of a roof with a bunch of luggage. The man was hard to see but he knew he wasn't one of them. Quickly, he runs and smacks a few of the wondering dead outside and makes it to the roof to see the mysterious man sitting there.

[Hauger]

Name: Andre Hauger Aka "Hauger'n"

Appearance: 18 Years old. About 185 cm tall, ruffly 80 kilos of weight. Brownish hair and blue eyes. Wears old military boots, black swat tactical pants he stole, a bulletproof west and a Grey "Reality Tv Reject" T-shirt over the west. Got several scars on both arms after a rough childhood. Got plenty small round containers with "Snus" aka chewing tobacco with him at all times.
Slightly brown discolored teeth due to the "snus". Silver colored wrist watch on his left arm. His hair is always out of control, like he stopped caring months ago. He is wry fast and agile, but the stamina is not at the best. He'd rather hide from danger, than try to outrun it.

Weapons: Remington 870 Shotgun (http://images.google.no/imgres?imgurl=http://www.borelliconsulting.com/evals/guns/images/rem8701.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.borelliconsulting.com/evals/guns/rem870.htm&h=331&w=500&sz=190&tbnid=wxvjdWy77LmhbM:&tbnh=86&tbnw=130&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dremington%2B870%2Bshotgun%26um%3D1&start=1&sa=X&oi=images&ct=image&cd=1). A Colt 45 (http://realglobalenterprise.com/library/sp121bsg.jpg) with silencer for those "don't want to wake up the neighborhood kills" A sword (http://images.google.no/imgres?imgurl=http://www.cbswords.com/images/UC1401.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.cbswords.com/product_info.php/products_id/142&h=284&w=500&sz=77&tbnid=WcIxJ72HTwubaM:&tbnh=74&tbnw=130&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dblade%2Bsword%26um%3D1&start=1&sa=X&oi=images&ct=image&cd=1), true replica of the "Blade" sword form the Blade movies, mounted on his back, ready for extreme close encounters.

Weapon experience: Has done some hunting with rifles and shotguns. Though he claims his weapon skills come from playing computer fps games. He knows a thing or two about making traps.

Other equipment: A Zippo lighter. Reading glasses. 2 Cell Mag-Light flashlight + some batteries. Binoculars (http://www.kikkerter.no/opticron/images/vega_ii_8x40.jpg)(8x40) A copy of the "Zombie survival guide" Some canned beans, meat and rice. 2 Small Walkie Talkies with an 5 km radius. One water bottle. One lightweight black compact backpack where he stores all his items.

Bio: "Hauger'n" Is a Norwegian immigrant, came to the Us to enroll in the Army. But the hole "Apocalypse thing" had to come in his way. He is an energetic person and has a whole lot to offer the team in areas such as moral and fighting spirit. He stole his Guns and ammunition from a abandoned police station, along with the West.

It was noon, Hauger'n had escaped the hart of the city where all the infected were and had passed into what seemed as an more quite and safer part of town. As he walked up to a police squad car to check if there was any ammo for his shotgun, there he heard a voice... He quickly did a 180 and aimed in head hight. No one there... There is was again, it came from inside the car... The radio! "The rooftop of a building in which an eversmiling man will never leave frowning again, hope can begin there" the voice on the radio said. Why was he talking in code, maybe a gun-nut or something? 2 are betther than one, "wako" or not. Hauger'n began to make his way towards the building, he had not been in town for long, but he knew where the sign was.

[BaldingSteve]

He awoke to the static of the radio. He opened his eyes slightly to reveal the worn-down brown logs of the roof. He started up, appalled that he had let himself fall asleep in the first place. Sleep had become a few and far-between commodity to him, an attractive poison he knew he must never succumb to.
He heard a bang. One of them was outside. He looked quickly around his small, one-room cabin. Front door: nothing. Left window: nothing. He knew where it was, and he darted to the location.
He stared in its eyes. They were dark, dead, yet silvery in the moonlight. He shuddered. Without thinking, he flipped out his knife and stabbed it into the creature's eye. It staggered, and fell. He knew it was not dead. It darted back up to the window, reaching its hand through the small opening between the planks, grabbing him by the neck. He dropped his feet, falling to the ground, but pulling the arm with him until it bent outwardly upon itself. He didn't let the creature away, however. He grabbed the broken arm, and pulling its body tightly to the window frame, unholstered his pistol and fired into its head. A shower of blood and gore covered his hand.
His mind snapped back into reality. He thought. "The rooftop of a building in which an eversmiling man will never leave frowning again, hope can begin there". . .the Hotel! He remembered it from his trip to the town a few days ago.
He packed up his small belongings into the satchel his dad has used to carry animal pelts. He thought. The small cans of food he had bought from the store in town, along with a small hatchet he kept in his cabin.
He worked quietly, un-barricading the door. He opened the door slightly and peered out into the darkness. Nothing. He stepped outside into the cold air. This is the first he had left his cabin in 3 days, and he shuddered from the cold.
He moved quietly and quickly, darting from tree to tree until he could see the city in the distance. 100 feet, that was all that was separating him from the cold asphalt of the ruined city.
He found it strangely quiet, the ruined, blood-stained walls of the buildings and the cars stricken around in the streets. Then he saw it, the Hotel, his safe haven. He stopped moving. He had heard a sound, and instinctively his hand went straight to his gun. A rat darted across the street. He exhaled, and moved into the lobby of the hotel. "HOTEL BEAUMONT" was written in gold cursive on the reception desk. He laughed. That was the name of his cat he had loved, back when he was 3. He stopped himself, not allowing his mind to remember his family.
He walked slowly and quietly, listening to every sound surrounding him. He entered the top floor, and saw the rooftop entrance. The gray metal mocked him, and for a moment he remembered the cover art to Silent Hill 4. He opened the door as silently as it would allow, moving onto the cold tar of the rooftop.
He saw the man in the corner, looking out onto the desolated city humming a tune to himself. He walked up to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. Brian jumped, his gun pointing directly into Steve's face. He relaxed. Steve said, "Hey man, my name is Steve. You got a smoke? Im going to go crazy if my nerves don't calm."

[BaldingSteve]

*not related*
Let's just assume i was first to get to the rooftop, of course after Xero.

[Hauger]

*Shotgun loading sound* "Say something" Steve and Brian turned around, Brian dropped his smoke... "You know that is bad for you guys? Try this, It's called snus." Hauger'n was glad to have found other survivors.

[Xerosnake90]

(Nice post steve!)

He was startled, something grasping at his shoulder got his attention as his eyes fired open once again. Last he remembered he was staring out into the sky, having lit up a cigar feeling his eyelids get ever so heavy. They never seemed to stay open for long when he had time to breath. His hand grasped to his side, drawing his pistol from its holdster and thrusting the barrel in front of him. 'Hey man, my name is Steve. You got a smoke? Im going to go crazy if my nerves don't calm.'

His eyes focused as his mind quickly figured out the figure was no threat. "A.... survivor....?". He pushed himself from the rooftop gravel, standing as he look at the other man that had just joined him. "You got my message?". Realizing what had been said to him earlier, he drew another cigar from a pocket and handed it to the man, readying his lighter. It took a moment for him to snap out of the half sleep he was in. His mouth opened again to speak before hearing yet another voice off in the distance. 'You know that is bad for you guys?', a man standing by the weapon emplaced table, already loading a shotgun. And yet ANOTHER man by the door next to him.

"When did you all get here?" his raspy and firm voice expelled from his throat, walking past the man in front of him and looking at the other two. "You all got my message? I'd begun to think I was the only one left. What the hell is going on in here!?" His angered tone quickly faded as he realized these men could not possibly know what was going on. He was a millitary personnel and he knew nothing... How could they? The rain began to slightly fade as he drew in a long breath from his cigar, blowing the smoke out from between his lips. He sighed, looking around at the crowd, realizing it may just be the four of them, even for the time being...

"Just call me.... Xero.... That's all you need to know"

(His real name has not been revealed, as do we not know each others names. Take this time to just build some story into this before we get on with the action)

[krunsh]

Name: Norah Jolie
Appearance: 23 years old, a normal women size, Dressed with old and dirty cloth. Short blond hair that get in the middle of her neck, she's cute but she look totaly exhausted and weak. She don't speak much but she try to keep a smile in her face

Oh and.. she's pregnant... :)

Weapon Experience: None, she's pretty much helpless...
Weapons: She walk around holding a wrench and a flashlight.
Other Equip: A flashlight and a wallet with some money and picture of her family.
Bio: Norah is from france and speak english with a french accent (she's been in america for over 10 years). She don't know where the father of the baby is (and she don't realy care). She didnt finished high school, but she'd been singing and playing keybord in a band for a while before she got pregnant. She love her mother and father... A lot.

Now she's lost in the city street since Benicio, the cab driver who saved her life in the outbrake, has been killed by some infected. She keep on walking, trying to find survivor and her home.


(I'll give it a try...)

Norah fell asleep in an electronic store in the downtown. A radio was playing some country music when she woke up in the middle of the night. She ran to the bathroom as fast as she could... The doors was locked and she trew up on the flore right next to a 1999$ HD TV.

'' FUCK!! '' The echo of her voice came back to her along with all the memories... ''They heard me'', she tought... '' I'm dead ''

But not a single sound... No monster... Nothing but that horrible country music.

'' oh shut up '' she said while turning the CD player Off. It's only then that she heard that other radio... it was in the back of the store.

She walked there listening to that voice. ''News? but all the media went down on that.. day.'' She took the small radio in her hand and took a deep breath...

''The rooftop of a building in which an eversmiling man will never leave frowning again, hope can begin there''

She stood there for at least 5 minute, her brain was running in all direction... and then... ''Oh my god... maybe... yes... I've seen that place many time before, its only a few block away from here''

She put both her hand on her belly with tears of joy on her face, and she spoke to that little girl growing up in her. ''we're not alone, There is someone alive''.

That night, she walked out of the store. She was terrified about the idea of getting out at night, But she did'nt knew if the radio transmission was old or not. There was no time to loose. And she could be there in 20 minute.

(And I'm sorry if I don't write so good... this is some hard english writing, wich is not my language).

[Xerosnake90]

(because there's so many of us, try not to post after every reply. Wait to see if more than 1 person does something so we can join together actions into one post instead of making a new post for every action)

Standing close to the 2 survivors by the table of weapons, he found himself drawn to the door of the building. Wide open, he looked down the steps leading to the rooftop to see a young woman, dirtied blonde hair and a look of exhaustion on her face. It was a somewhat terrifying, yet soothing idea that there was a female around. But this emotion was nothing but a thought to him, emotions to him were as familiar at this point as his family, something he hadn't seen in... he didn't even know. He awaited for the female to come up the stairs and introduce herself. He was amazed how many people had all shown up in such a short amount of time.

"5 huh?" almost growling to himself, "The more people we have, the better. I want everyone to understand, we look out for each other. If one is in danger, go out of your way to help them... I've collected weapons the best I could, but I don't know if the ammo will last very long between us. The most I know about these things is they are vulnerable still, they can die, try to go for the head and don't fight if you don't have to... there are too many of them..." He picked his cigar from his mouth pointing at the weapons on the table before turning his back to stare up at the sky. "Everyone take a weapon, figure out how to use it... When light hits, we start our journey. I don't know where to.... I'm low on medical supplies, if anything, I say we go to the hospital to collect some supplies. It's to the east, not too far, but a few streets and a park get in our way. We'll stop at the gas station half way for a break and to think some things through..... For now, get aquainted...."

[krunsh]

(I'm not sure if you where talking to her or not.. but I will consider that you were talking to the other while she was entering the bulding)

Norah found that hotel with the sign, but she hardly felt any joy for being there... all she was thinking about was that horrible headache. She oppened the hotel main door and took a few step into the bulding...

And then she saw those stairs... ''oh god please... I can't do that!''

But she started climbing the stairs and made her way to the third flore where she started feeling dizzy.

'' is... is someone there?.. '' everything became black and she fell down on the ground.

[Steve Cloud]

Name:Daniel Laynn (Pronounced "Lane")

Appearance: 37, hasn't shaved in a about five days, his normally dark brown hair is just starting to gray, wears glasses for long-distance, has slight purple bags under his eyes (from staying up too late), pale skin, Daniel is also unfit and slightly overweight due to his less active job on the police force. He is currently wearing some riot gear (belt, pants, knee pads, boots, but his upper torso is just the shirt and a tactical vest) and if the weather is cold, a coat over it all.

Weapons: A fireaxe with a length of shoelace tied to it via two drilled holes, his service pistol, a Beretta M9 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M9_pistol), in a holster concealed under his vest, he also has a second pistol in the integrated holster of his riot pants because it just makes sense to have two pistols, just in case.

Weapons Experience: Police Training and required bi-weekly Target Practice at a Firing Range, knows how to work most firearms (he is a bit of gun enthusiast but doesn't actually own many guns), won 5th place at a State Rifle Shooting Competition when he was twenty-three years old.

Other Equipment: 7 magazines fully loaded (12 9mm rounds) for his Beretta M9, a pouch half full of 9mm ammunition, a cigarette case with twenty-five cigarettes, a lighter that only has about half of its gas left, a small torch, and a med kit he took from a police station on the back of his belt.

Bio: A Detective Lieutenant for the local police force, Daniel has been on the force for about seven years. For a while now, Daniel has been a recluse, mostly staying at home in his basement catching up on his paperwork and studying for law school so that he can become a prosecutor.
Daniel is mostly concerned about himself, but will help others if he can do it without totally endangering himself. He is extremely cynical and bases almost everything he does on logic, tends to think little of others. Daniel has very bad social skills, repressed anger issues and is addicted to cigarettes.



Cigarette smoke drifted through the deserted halls of the police station as Daniel Laynn sat quietly in the main lobby diligantly watching the barricaded front doors for any activity. He felt tired. He needed to sleep more but I he wanted desperately to make it into law school. Guess that dream was over.

The eerie silence eventually got to him and he started to pace around the station, see if he could find that goddamned key.

So once again, he uprooted everyone's offices and all he came out with was yet another magazine for his pistol from an officer he didn't notice slumped under the table, blood creeping out his mouth and a giant hole in the back of his head.

The thick, metal door to the weapons locker teased him. Inside he knew there was a myriad of deadly weaponry and a horde of ammunition, but the giant paddlock on the door wouldn't budge and in his experience as a police detective, he knew damn well his tiny 9mm M9 wasn't going to break it and the using the axe might still not even work, and if he were to use it, he may as well stand on the roof and yell at the top of his lungs that he was right there.

Suddenly, he started to hear static, sounded like a radio.
Was someone here? Had it he just not noticed it? Gripping his pistol he followed the sound and there, in the janitor's closet, was a radio going lightly. He kicked open the door and saw it, sitting on a tiny table with a few playing cards, playing something that sounded like a voice in between the static.

"The ... build.. in which... ever...ling...man ..will nev...ve...ing...ai..., hope... the..".

"What the fuck?" Daniel muttered as he crushed his cigarette into the floor, took out a new one, sat down on the small folding chair and lighted it.

Daniel played with the frequency knob under the message became a little more clear.

"Eversmiling man...eversmiling man...building..." Daniel began to chant to himself trying to invoke his memory of the city. Unable to conjure any memories of an "eversmiling man" he went to roof to try and see if he could scout it out.

On the roof, he looks around, in such short time, the city had become hell, cars and dead bodies littered the streets and so did those things...

Putting on his glasses, his vision at long range became far more clear and he was able to make out some bodies as foolish, but altruistic police officers who had died trying to help people. Finally, he turned his eye to the skies, hoping to find this "eversmiling man".

Finally he saw it and smirked to himself and ran back down to the operator room where her practically ripped the radio microphone from its holster and broadcasted,hoping that if he did this correctly, they would be able to hear each other and communicate.

"People in that apartment building, do you read?"


*out of character* I have two requests: One, for simplicity of reading, can you have an empty line after like 3-5 sentences and always begin speaking text on a new line?, and two, whats the climate/weather like? I know its rainy, but is it cold or normal? I think cold would be more atmospheric.*

[Hauger]

*bump* A noise down the stairwell. "Guys! Think we might have company" Hauger'n whispered. The men on the roof stacked up on the door, almost like a swat team ready to breach. "You go first" said a confident voice, It was Xero. Who made you boss? Hauger'n replied. "Anyone else here have military training? Raise your hands! Thought not" he said with a bitter tone. Hauger'n went down the stairs, one step at a time. Until he could see a woman lying there. "Back of, she might be one of them!" Steve said, obviously scared what might come next. Hauger'n poked her with the tip of his shotgun. "Miss, Hey, Miss, can you hear me?" the Woman began to move. The men aimed.." Please help me"

Edit: Sorry if I have disobeyed the rules, was I not allowed to make other characters say things?

[krunsh]

She barely open her eye and roll over on her back very slowly... ''what.. mm.. what is going on''.

she put a hand on her belly and then faint again. her skin is burning, and her face is very pale.

She is going to sleep like a rock for now...

(good night guys I'm going to bed)

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

looks fun!
(im already sorry for my absence of grammer and punctiation)
name eddie jonstan

Appearance: 23 years old, looks like soldier (shaved head uniform ect) whit a p90 (http://www.militaryfactory.com/smallarms/imgs/p90 .jpg)
and a bandage on his leg, besides the wound hes very athletic.

Weapons: A p90 and a machette

Weapons Experience: 5 years of soldier training.

Other Equipment: A gasmask, 5 extra p90 clips, 6 cans of spammeat, a torch and 2 nades.

Bio: 5 years of milatry training.... its a lot... after returning from afganistan he got the comand to go and secure a" package" of higly dangerous material.... when he and is regiment came to the city they saw that thing got out of hand and tryed to retreat... but a truck on the lose hit the bushmaster (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/cc/Bus hmaster_Iraq.jpg)
crashed into a shop....

...I woke up whit a knife in my legg.. the pain was unbareble.
I looked around to see that all of my mates where dead, there faces staring at me whit there cold eyes, "i got to move out of here" toughf by my self and grabbed my gun some food a 2 nades i saw lying around....
I slowy moved out the shop... and saw a light flickering in a apperment building, i started to move towards the light... not know what horror i might meet before i reach some sane people...

[Xerosnake90]

(Steve Cloud, you can type however you want, just make clear what you're doing, if you're saying something, and who you're talking to. Also, to answer your question and say a little something else. It's not necessearily cold. Of course the rain makes you a bit colder, but it's a relatively normal temperature inbetween cold and warm. Let's just say chilly. Also.... Oh, and nice post btw, anyway! You should've read my main post a bit closer. We do not have a radio on the rooftop, the message was created whilest I went back to the base I was staying at and was only able to send out a message. I didn't take a radio because it was one of those console radios. If I were you, my next post would be that you get no reply and decide to investigate the building in question, in which case you join us.)

(This one is for Hauger. I'll help you a bit on your RPing. You got the idea, but you are being somewhat unclear about when someone is talking. Also, you seem to be making up alot of things for the group, as controlling what other characters do. You only control yourself. If you say someone else does something, it has to be in relative theory to what they're already doing. You never directly control what they say or do. For example, my character gave Steve a cigar and held out the lighter, than later moved away. Steve would reply with him taking the cigar and such, and me lighting it before I moved. So remember, try not to control what other people do. Steve and I control main events, when infected show up, stuff like that)

It shook his attention too, a hollow thud down the stairs, no answer as to how far down. His hand quickly reached towards his weapon, drawing it, aiming at the base of the stairs. His cigar had left his hand and fallen to the gravel. "I know I'm not the only one who heard that. Stay back and wait out here. If it were those things we'd have heard more movement by now."

His hand waved off any notion to try and persuade him to let them go. He went down the stairs himself, each step perfectly silent, almost as if he wasn't walking down the steps to begin with. The building had long wooden flooring, stretching out a hallway with doors to his left and right. Some doors hinged open to reveal nothing but darkness, he tried not to look inside them. Whatever wasn't infected was dead, and if it was dead, it wouldn't be too pretty to look at. He scurried to the end of the hallway, splitting paths left and right, left to broken elevators and right to a set of staircases. "Was it... from there?" He moved towards the door, his weapon held out in front of him as the light above him flickered on and off. A tiny silver reflection targeted his eye to his right, almost directly in front of the door leading to the stairs. A small flashlight had found its way by the door with a small smudge of blood on it. "Don't know why, don't care how...", he whispered to himself. He picked it up and flicked it on, crossing his left arm under his outstretched right which held his weapon.

The light shone, illuminating all darkness forced from breaking circuits. He gently nudged open the door to the stair case. The lights continued to flicker here as well. Not wanting to waste time being cautious, he made his way down the first flight as quickly as possible. If he were to be overrun here, he wouldn't survive anyhow. It only took 1 set of stairs before he came to a startled hault, his gun aiming at the creature seemingly incapacitated at the bottom of the stairs. "A woman?" He didn't get a clear look at her face, but she could not have been infected. He holdstered his weapon and quickly went to examine her. "She's alive...." He clicked off the flashlight and pocketed it in one of the spaces he had on his belt. Scooping his arm under her legs and upper portion of her body, he let out a sigh as he scooped her up. "This isn't as easy as it looks." He made his way up the stairs as quickly as possible. It was still quiet, and a bit too much at that.

Bringing her to the rooftop, he lay her down on a spread out blanket he had set up on the rooftop underneath the tarp. "I found her on the staircase.... Don't bother her, she needs rest". His cigar from before still stuck in the gravel had gone out. He picked it up and brushed it off, attempting to spark it back to life with a few drags and another light. It was soaked in water and useless, he flicked it into a corner and gave of a low growl. He retreated back into a corner staring off into the distance. They would move at dawn.

She barely open her eye and roll over on her back very slowly... ''what.. mm.. what is going on''.

she put a hand on her belly and then faint again. her skin is burning, and her face is very pale.

She is going to sleep like a rock for now...

Let's just say that happened after I brought you upstairs.

(Remember, we will move out tomorrow/today. Wait for Steve or myself to make a post that continues the story)

[Tyr]

(Eddy are you sure your character's eighteen? After five years of military training and a stint in Afghanistan one would think he'd be, y'know, older.)

Name: Tyler "Ty" Larkin.
Appearance: 21 year old male, 5 '11, pale complexion, mid-length straight brown hair. Skinny/athletic build. Wears a manaia bone carving on a string around his neck.
Weapons: Wields an old and damaged garden machete. Carries a scoped and silenced .22 rimfire rifle with a bipod. Has 30 sub-sonic .22 rounds as well as seven in the weapon's magazine. Also has a box, (50,) of normal .22 rimfire rounds which of course will render the silencer useless.
Weapon Experience: Used to be keen pest/small game hunter, very experienced with smaller calibre rifles, semi-experienced with larger calibre rifles and shotguns.
Other Equip: A small LED torch, a lighter and a Swiss army knife. Has his wallet, (with a few coins/cards and paper/receipts in it,) as well as house/car keys in his pockets.
Bio: Ty is a College drop-out and full-time labourer known for being a cynic, a misanthrope and a narcissist. Those qualities aside he is also known as having a lot of ingenuity. He's a Scottish immigrant who moved to America with his family when he was fourteen.

Ty had laughed at the news reports constantly talking up the threat of that mutated strain of rabies. What makes it any different from any of the other threats to humanity? How is it different than SARS? Or Bird Flu? Or any of the other numerous colourful names the media had for this type of thing.

He wasn't laughing now, just cursing as he tore through the mess in his garage.

"Where the fuck is my fucking pack!?"

After much swearing and yelling the pack was unearthed. It was a modest day pack, flimsy and well used. In it Ty stuffed his jacket, his torch, his lighter and his Swiss army knife. He unlocked the gun rack and took from it the sole rifle, a .22, but as far as Ty was concerned a gun was a gun.

Ty looked around for something else. His eye caught a length of rusty steel which had been haphazardly thrown on top of a shelf. The machete was old and mistreated, the handle was cracked and the blade was in serious need of re-sharpening but Ty reasoned that anyone copping a blow to the head from the thing wasn't going to get up in a hurry. Ty took a blue cardboard box from his pocket and retrieved the magazine from the .22. The box contained fifty bronze shells, Ty turned it over and again swore as he discovered that many of the shells had been fired. The bullets were black with hollow points - sub-sonic rounds which would mean that rifle, having a cheap silencer screwed to the end of the barrel, wouldn't give away Ty's position should he need to use it.

Loading the magazine and the rifle Ty threw everything into his small red Toyota. His plan was to drive to a gun store and get something - anything more powerful. From the limited experience he'd had with the Infected he knew his little .22 simply wouldn't hold up.

Driving at night was usually not a problem. However since the whole scenario began the electricity hadn't been incredibly reliable. As it was the streetlights were out when Ty's wheel clipped the curb. The sudden movement of the car was too much for his panicked mind, he veered, tried to regain control but crashed side on into a lamp post.

Ty was uninjured but the car was now useless. Due to confusion and shock he had no idea where he was or where the gun store was, no idea where anything was. What his mind did manage to grasp was that the crash must have been heard for miles around and he wasn't safe on foot. He grabbed his pack, the rifle and the machete from the back seat, throwing on the pack he hobbled away from the crash - apparently he had been slightly injured but as he found it didn't seem to be too much of an issue he kept on.

Ty hobbled on for a few blocks, thankfully never coming into contact with anyone. The exodus from the area had been such that there were few survivors, Ty swore to himself that he had been too stubborn in refusing to leave. He took another step with his right leg and cried out in pain. He collapsed, and looked at his swollen purple ankle. No doubt shock and adrenalin had played their part but the effects had worn off. Frantically Ty looked at his surroundings for any kind of refuge.

In the distance he saw a glowing billboard with a prominent cheery looking man on the front. "Never leave home frowning again" it boasted. Ty screamed at the mocking billboard and resisted the urge to shoot at the smiling man. The apartment building the billboard was perched on looked incredibly inviting for some reason, but on his apparently fractured ankle Ty knew he couldn't make it that far, at least not tonight. Looking around he saw a bus. Its door was open and it looked like people had tried to get off it in a hurry. Nevertheless the open door invited him inside and Ty pulled himself into the front. Noting that the keys were still in the ignition he turned them until the lights came on. He flicked the door close switch and hurriedly turned the key off again - the bright lights of the interior of the bus would be like a beacon to the infected.

Ty pulled himself up on the seats and swung himself down the isle to the end where he lay down on the back seat and tried to get some sleep.


(Fist time RPG-er here, sorry if I write too much or screw up in other ways.)

[Xerosnake90]

It took no more than milliseconds for him to immediatally be aware of a loud screaming voice coming from the streets below. He looked down into the streets and noticed a limping man enter the doors of an abandoned bus. His lips opened as he got ready to expel a big shout before his mind caught up with him and quickly silenced himself. He couldn't make such a foolish mistake as to give away his position. He was amazed the bus wasn't swarmed by infected ready to beat the man like no other. No infected at all... He thought for a moment before reaching into his belt, feeling the flashligh he had collected earlier. It was small, but bright, and very powerfull. He held it up into the air and constantly clicked it on and off towards the bus. He hoped the man would see the flashlight and make his way towards the rooftop, it was his best chance of survival...

(Listen up guys. Because we already havea lot of people and might get a few more, I'm going to talk to Steve about this and we are likely going to split up the team. When we do, every time you post, post which squad, or team you're with as the first thing you put in bold letters. This way if you're not on that squad, you won't have to read it cuz it won't have anything to do with you.)

[Hauger]

Hauger'n offers "snus" (chewing tobacco) to whoever want a taste. He is relaxed now, now he is safe. At least for a while. The group offers much firepower, and when food get scarce, they can share. It's a comforting thought. He has a bunch of ammo for his shotgun, and the colt too. But only got three cans with stew, meat, beans and rice. It'll last for a week tops, if he is careful. He think he hear someone talking about his sword, and turn their way.

[Steve Cloud]

You should've read my main post a bit closer. We do not have a radio on the rooftop, the message was created whilest I went back to the base I was staying at and was only able to send out a message. I didn't take a radio because it was one of those console radios. If I were you, my next post would be that you get no reply and decide to investigate the building in question, in which case you join us.)

(The huge wall of text was so long and unbroken I only really skimmed it)

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"FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Daniel roared as he smashed the police radio with his axe in a furious rage after recieving no answer for quite a while now.

Daniel, having finally regained his composure, finally decides his only course of action know is to head directly to the building, so taking a police trenchcoat and after making sure he has enough ammunition and all his magazine clips are fully loaded, he heads up to the roof and climbs down onto the street via the fire-escape.

The rain was heavy and while it wasn't extremely cold, the threat of any of those things coming from no where and attacking Daniel chilled him to the bone, even though he had a a gun, plenty of ammunition and even a backup gun. As a result, he stuck to the back alleys and the shadows, using his torch only when neccessary and even abstaining from cigarette's which only made him more of a nervous wreck.

The walk to the building was a long one, especially when you're walking at a snail's pace sticking to shadows and taking longer, less noticeable routes.
And the rain only made things worse, luckily his trenchcoat was water proof, but that still didn't stop him from being drenched by the time he arrived in the general area of his destination.

As Daniel finally made it to the front of the building, when suddenly he sees a light shining on the bus, and upon invesitgation of the bus, discovered a man slumped inside and knocks on the door and tries to alert the man to his presense.
"Hello? Are you all right in there?" he says to the man in the bus in something of a light-voice.

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

...Eddie watched the 2 man by the bus as one try to wake the other...
"lets give it a shot then" and he walked whit a loaded gun towards them...

[Steve Cloud]

Daniel is somewhat startled by the man with the gun, and aims at him with his pistol, before asking the man
"Who are you?

[krunsh]

(Xeros, could you define the rooftop a little more. Is it one big open area with some tarp and blanket?)

Norah oppened her eye taking a very deep breath. Everything was blurry and she still felt that headache, but she was a bit better.

She could hear some sound but the rain on the tarp made it hard to listen and she felt to dizzy to concentrate on anything anyway.

after a short while, she heard some footstep just beside her (anyone who is on the roof top, I dont care who... maybe someone who would be looking if she's alright since she just made a lot of muttering). She could barely see anything... Both her eyes and her brain where still trying to focus on something.

She quickly move her right hand and took the first blunt thing she could find (her flashlight) and made a quick strike toward what should have been the face of the monster.

(Ok, all character seem to look like somekind of Rambo and I don't mind if she don't hit anyone.. If she does, then its just going to be a bit of pain on the head. After the first hit she's gonna be be confused and cry for help. If someone touch her or try to immobilize her, she will scream).

(EDIT: I'm a bit lost, I dont even know if there is still someone on the roof. So my action is going to take place when everyone get back on the rooftop)

[Tyr]

Ty heard a voice. The first time was calm, barely waking him from an uneasy sleep. When the man spoke again he sounded surprised, even alarmed which woke Ty up at once. He sat up and looked out to see two men facing each other, guns drawn. One wielded a pistol while the other wielded a very strange looking weapon. Not willing to beome a part of their standoff he clutched his rifle and sank below the seats.

[Deadly]

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oh yeah....

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

'Who are you?' the man asked.
By the way he wielded his pistol eddie knew he was a copper and he calmed down a bit.. " im private 2sc rank Eddie Jonstan form the 13th regiment, you are"? slowly lowering his gun Eddie fell down on his knees... the wound in his leg was still bleeding... and the pain was unbareble.... everything whent black for a second or 2.... as the copper mutterd away Eddie could hear a scream... not just a scream..there scream...

[resident evil hunk]

steven johnson: age 21, Weapons Experience: experienced hunter s.w.a.t team leader Weapons: m4a1 357 magnum and 9mm berrta equipment: ammo holsters and a back pack lighter and fuel bottle .
bio: from age 16 steven was a very skilled hunter and by age 19 was a member of the l.a s.w.at team by age 20 already an s.w.at team leader he is very built and can run long distances with out getting tired . I cant even rember how all this started or why but all he could rember is that on that day when me and my squad were making a road block a large monster came out and flipped the barricade and hit me against a wall . I got up and shot at it nothin happend it just got more angry then some of the infected came up and starting biting my squad. and I had no choice but to leave my squad there. Now traveling fast in a sports car I had found at a car dealer ship all of the sudden a faster type of the infected jumped on to my windshield and I lost control of the thing and it got up i was stuck in the doorway thinking that this was it but all of the sudden a shot rang out and killled it i looked up at the apartment building hardly able to see out of my gasmask cause of the rain i took it off and the man who had shot the infected *Strange man : hey get up here *Steven: im stuck in the car door. *Strange man: hold on. then the front door opened and two men came and pulled me out *Steven: thanks then I got pulled inside when i was inside there were supplies and weapons every where i knew i would be safe here then *Strange man : hey you alright i said yes he told me his name which was tyler *infected cry in the distance *Tyler: o shit *Steven: board up the door ..... then a man wounded came out said his name was eddie *eddie: steven help me out ok then an infected rammed the door ....

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

your grammer sucks even worse then me

[krunsh]

your grammer sucks even worse then me
lol, true... I can't realy understand that text. And by the way, you can't tell what other player and doing or saying. You should give it another try and EDIT your text.

[Shrubberyjsc]

your grammer sucks even worse then me


Wow.

Now that is an insult.

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

Wow.

Now that is an insult.
XD

[resident evil hunk]

LOL srry i suck at writing k well i will edit.

[Steve Cloud]

*out of story note: I don't think you're allowed to control the infected, but since its just a scream*

Daniel lowers his pistol and introduces himself.

"Lieutenant Detectiv-"

Suddenly the screams pierce the air;

"--Fuck! They're close."

Daniel rushes over the Eddie and drags him a few metres before realising the fruitlessness of it, he dashes to the bus door and starts pounding on it trying to get the man inside to open it.

"Open the door!"

[Z2ato]

Johnathan stood behind everyone, most of the time just watched and stayed away. He finally tossed his coin "Heads." He stood up and helped Daniel and Eddie out. Until he realizes that the situation just got worse

[Tyr]

your grammer sucks even worse then me
Best quote EVER.

[Z2ato]

Quoting: Eddy_of_the_dead
your grammer sucks even worse then me

Maybe he just rushed it.

[The One]

For some reason bob passed out, and that saved his life
After some time he woke up only to notice that the new guy he met in the bus was gone.
"Fuck, now I'm alone. And I'm out of burgers and where the hell is my inhaler?!"
As he panicked for his inhaler he couldnt breath, he fell on top of his new ant buddy that he met earlier and died.
Sadly Bob couldnt meet the boss infected..... now.... he's dead.

[resident evil hunk]

* off topic k will write better this time steven rushs to help daniel then eddie said look out then steven was. Pounced on by one of the faster infected *STEVEN: get him the fuck off DANIEL: unholsters his pistol and shoots the infected in the head STEVEN: thanks glad i had the gas mask on other wise i probaly would have got some blood in my eye and that would have been bad. DANIEL: picks up steven then drags eddie to the door. STEVEN: fuck the door he thens pulls out his magnum and then shoots out the window. EDDIE: ive got the supplies and I also found a shotgun in the bag . *daniel boostes steven in to the window. STEVEN:looks clear then he saw the dead man in the back of the bus he checked him for bites no he was clean then he checked the floor he found a inhaler that was empty then he went to the window pulled eddie in then daniel.DANIEL:weve got enough supplies for a few days but im not sure how we will stand the tanks if any come.*the infected were running down the street. *off topic if its still bad im srry .

[Z2ato]

*umm ya.... you kinda left me for dead out there buddy lol*

EDIT: I'll just say...


Johnathan got startled with all the commotion that was going on outside and decided to run back when he saw Daniel help Eddie out. He kept the door open and when they got in they slammed the door shut.

[resident evil hunk]

* lol srry now you forgot me lol.

[krunsh]

( ok, now I think its better if we dont go to far with the infected and the action before its to late to go back... its not even realy started yet... if I understood everything, Xeros and baldingsteve will tell us when infected come in or other npc)

[Hauger]

I'm a bit lost here, what has gone down? Are we still on the roof awaiting more survivors?

[krunsh]

(Ok, If I'm right,

Me, hauger and xeros are on the rooftop...

All the other are in the bus or near the bus..)

[Z2ato]

* lol srry now you forgot me lol.

Exactly my point... LOL jk... Your right, this is hard.

[Xerosnake90]

(Wow, this has become a huge mess =P Feel free to do whatever guys, since that's what you're all doing anyway. I was trying to organize it by having everyone meet on the roof but than everyone dies they want to go to other places, bla bla bla. Now I don't know where anyone is. Yea, too many people. Sorry, but I'm out. It's just gonna be too frustrating to try and keep everyone in line)

[krunsh]

I'm out. It's just gonna be too frustrating to try and keep everyone in line

already.. well then, I'm out to.

Could have been fun, but it would work better with less people... the other juste have to create another one... or juste write cleary at the top of each post in wich story they are.

[resident evil hunk]

err me daniel an eddie are in the bus along with jonathan . rooftop im not sure. and im not sure where tyler went we lost his ass in the story. z2ato send me a friend request my id is salazam or [resident evil] hunk.

[Z2ato]

friend request

You can friend request people in the forum? How?

[BaldingSteve]

What did i tell you Xero, I knew it wouldn't turn out well. Whatever. I thought it was a good idea. Maybe we can start one later, since no one knows what the fuck they're doing.

[krunsh]

lol, yeah.. I'll be in...

the starting setup was cool

[Z2ato]

True dat!

[Xerosnake90]

If we're gonna make RP. It's gonna have to have less people. 4 or 5 at the MOST. Some people need to know how to play by the rules. If you know that, it goes all good. I know, because I was a part of a RP that literally has websites written for it, and I'm in some of that archive =P Best RPing time of my life. Even a video game couldn't replicate that RP, ever.

[Hauger]

Well, then I'm out too.

Hauger'n was terrified to see people all around him die and fall to the ground without no apparent reason. He then turned his colt 45 to his own head and pulled the trigger.

:P

[krunsh]

I can help to start it back.
These player were more or less active and could be in.. or not

Krunsh (well...)
Xeronsake90 (you are good at it)
BaldingSteve (you made this)
Z2ato (seem a bit confuse and havnt been to much involved yet)
Hauger (I think you were fine)
Tyr (your part was a bit confusing, but it was ok)
SteveCloud (I like your character)

Either we play it with 7 player or some of us get out. I'm not going to make the choice :p

I would say that there's no need to start it up from the beginning... just take it from the moment Xeros took the girl on the roof and the other outside were about to meet in the bus. Xeros in steve should tell the story just as it was, but I dont mind trying to keep this straigt.

So, are we doing this or not?

[Z2ato]

Johnathan tossed his lucky coin "TAILS??!" by the outcome of the coin, a bulky tank stomped on his head crushing him to the ground.

[Z2ato]

*Gasp* If I'm ever involved with this again I'd have to come in later where my character is suppose to be confused so then it's ok.
:)

I'll come in later when yall are in some crazy place or something.

[resident evil hunk]

no z2ato i mean in steam dog its either salazam or [ResidentEvil]Hunk

[Z2ato]

ohh, i don't have a account in steam.

[Tyr]

Tyr (your part was a bit confusing, but it was ok)
Cool. How was it confusing so I can improve for next time?

[BaldingSteve]

I say 6, including me, Xero, and krunsh. So that leaves 3 more. The only other one i see really showing initiative is Steve Cloud, and also Tyr, but you can appeal to me if you want.

[Xaos Falcon]

Name: Peij Jubbert
Appearance: 15-year old Caucasian male, long, wavy brown hair, brown eyes, black hooded jacket, baggy jeans. Has multiple bruises and cuts from both the outbreak and freerunning, his hobby.

Bio: Peij grew up in South Africa, and moved to the U.S. when he was ten. Always quick on his feet, he excelled and acrobatics and athletics, and his biggest occupation before the outbreak was freerunning, which is probably the reason he has survived so far. His father was in the army, and his grandfather was a hunter, and he has therefore also become a skilled sharpshooter. He carries a machette that his grandfather gave him and his father's double-barreled shotgun that he has made into a sawn-off for better infected killing. He may not be as strong as most people, but his agility and quick thinking has helped him stay alive. His family and most relatives were killed in the outbreak when the infected broke into the basement that they were hiding in. Peij is haunted by the image of his family being torn apart by the infected, by being the youngest of two brothers, he was the only one who could fit through the basement window to escape. He only has about twenty shots for his shotgun, but he intends to make them count. More than anything, Peij wants to find the one responsible for the infection.

"Yes! Jackpot!" Peij beamed with delight as he stumbled across the store's canned food. He has been moving ever since the infection, preferring an on the move style rather than hunkering down in one place. "Let's see... Anything else?" He wandered the trashed grocery store in search of anything useful. There, in the back, was the body of a security guard. "Finally my luck changes." Trying not to breathe near the corpse, he searched the guard's vest for anything. "A knife? Sure, why not... Wait... the hell? No guns? What kind of a guard are you?" Searching the guard's boots, he found a tazer. "I don't think this will work against undead, but might as well try." Finding nothing else, he was dissapointed. He was sure that the guard would have a firearm or something more useful. But then it dawned on him. The vest. He had seen some of the zombies actually bite or claw people, so he was sure that kevlar would help against those bastards. He pulled at a few of the straps, and it came loose. One of the straps got tangled in the body's hair, however, and wouldn't come off. "Come off, dammit..." Peij sure as hell wasn't touching the hair of that thing. He has had enough trouble with illnesses in his childhood to know that touching dead peoples' hair was a bad idea. Janking hard, the strap finally came loose, along with a few of the guard's hairs. Peij fell backwards, accidentally kicking the guard in the stomach. The "corpse" moaned. Peij didn't move. The guard rolled his head, his eyelids opening slowly to reveal humanlike eyes. He looked around, his gaze falling on Peij. What happened next would remain with Peij forever. The zombie tensed, all of its muscles contracting into knots. Peij could see veins on its head pop up, but that was not what he was looking at. The eyes were transforming, turning from normal, human eyes to eyes that were neither dead or alive, with no emotion but hate, the green eyes turning completely bright yellow, even the whites of the eyes were yellow. Peij saw pure, unfiltered hate in those eyes. He knew the only intention, the only purpose of this creature was to destroy him and all humans. It opened its mouth, almost as if to speak, but then its face was contorted with rage as it screamed, yelled a bloodcurling roar of destruction. It tackled Peij, knocking the wind out of his lungs. His backpack flew out of his hands with the shotgun inside. Grasping for the machette strung over his back, Peij tried to stand up, but the infected was already on him again, raising his open hand to tear Peij apart. The first blow almost caused Peij to lose conciousness, but he faught to stay awake, to stay alive. Both of the fighters screaming, they rolled over each other on the floor, knocking over tables and tools. Peij grasped for anything he could use for a weapon, his machette, the tools on the ground, anything to kill this insane thing, but the blows and the punches kept raining down on him, keeping him from coordinating. Peij finally got a screwdriver and drove it into the infected's shoulder. It screamed even louder than before, and gave Peij and opening to kick it off, pushing against the floor with his one foot and forcing it off his chest with the other. Peij scrambled to his feet, machette in hand. The zombie stood before him, neither of them moving a muscle. It screamed, jumping off of the floor with inhuman speed, almost landing on top of Peij. Peij jumped forward, underneath the creature, rolling on the floor and ending behind the living corpse. He jumped off his right foot, slashing his machette at the beast. Blood splattered the ground as Peij slashed open its forehead, exposing brain tissue and bone. Unfazed, the infected grabbed Peij's arm and hurled him into a rack of tools. Peij landed right next to his backpack, and reached out for it. The infected, however, was already on him, grabbing his jacket, pulling him back. He reached for the backpack. Just a bit closer and he had his shotgun. His fingertip brushed the polished wood of the handle, and then he grasped it. Swinging the cannon out of his backpack, he hit the infected with the butt of the weapon. The already broken tissue on its head sprayed open, with brains and gore flying everywhere. Shoving the creature into the wall, Peij shoved his shotgun into the infected's face, the barrel sinking into its open wound. For a moment they stood there, panting. Then the creature screamed and tried to leap forward, but was stopped as Peij pulled the trigger. Lead pellets crisscrossed into flesh and bone as the zombie's head exploded into a shower of blood. The corpse, now finally dead, sank to the ground.
"Jesus... Christ..." Peij gasped. "What the..." He turned to the window. "Oh... no way..." A mass of arms and legs stampeded toward the store, minutes away. Time to run. Peij ran as fast as he could, going out the back door of the store. Dodging through back alleyways, he ended up in front of an expensive-looking building. A billboard was on the roof with a smiling man and tiny text he couldn't read from the ground. He dashed inside, locking the door behind him. Taking out his shotgun, ejecting the spent shell and inserting a new one, he quickly but cautiously moved through the building, going up the stairs. He heard noise. Voices? He moved silently to a door, cocking his shotgun. Pulling the handle quickly, he stormed inside, only to find a group of people, all looking in their twenties and thirties, sitting around with dangerous-looking pistols and pump-actions. Half of them were smoking. It looked like Peij just stumbled across the backstage of some war movie where all the army guys were waiting for their next scene. "Um... What's up?"

[BaldingSteve]

So, guys. It's 5 people. We'll post the results tomorrow and start the new, and hopefully final, thread.

[Steve Cloud]

Excellent.

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

so lets get this straight:
We start agian?
like from the start or from where this topic left us (the roof and the bus)?
and we do this whit:
Steve Cloud
Eddy_of_the_dead
Balding Steve Xerosnake
Z2ato
Hauger
Krunsh
Tyr
and if RE hunk improves whit a story he to...
thats 8 peepz sound fine by me

[Steve Cloud]

I think its only gonna be a five-man RP, its up to Bald and Xero though.

[krunsh]

yes only 5

[Masked_Jester]

i would like to join if it's not to late

and i will make a character if I'm accepted i also have alot of rp skill sets in use when ever needed

[Xerosnake90]

It's not up to me. I suggested 5 so we have plenty of people but not too many. I'm not leading this one that's up to you guys. If you don't get into this one, just start another RP with the others.

[Tyr]

I'l opt out so you don't have to include me.

[Stubbs]

god fucking dammit! I've been waiting since april of last year for someone to start one of these and some dumbass has to break the rules and ruin it! Someone fix it please!!!

I've had a char thought out ever since about the end of april of last year!

Come On!

(like your char krunsh by the way, most unique)
why does everyone have all these great guns too!
I understand steve clouds but what the fuck is with the damn 50 call grenade launching rpg from hell wielding buff ass killer

[Xerosnake90]

Go and fix it Stubbs, it's open to toy with, too many people IMO. And who're you talking about the 'buff ass kiler'? Lmao, I hope not me. HE's a military character. He's got a handgun and knife. I'd make a character that's more civilian like but I've never been one to make weaker characters.

[Tyr]

Bah, I like the underdog characters. Ty with his .22, Daniel with his Pistol - more realistic.

I mean if you just wanted to create a ridiculous arsekicking character it'd be too easy.

Name: Joe Kickass
Appearance: No-one knows for sure as anyone looking at him instantly spontaneously combusts due to over-exposure to pure awesome. The only exception has been God but Joe killed God, (see "Bio".)
Occupation: Professional Assassin, arse-kicker and home decorator.
Weapons: Three bazookas; one in each hand and he smokes the other like a cigar. Also has a baseball bat made from the wood of the true cross. His last-resort weapon is his own enormous genitals.
Weapons experience: Once took on the entire Peoples Liberation Army with a spoon. By the 340,000th kill though the spoon wore out so he had to kill the last 1,860,000 by yelling at them.
Other Equip.: His belt is made from a live Anaconda.
Bio: Joe erupted from the earth in the time of Genesis. God hired him to kill off all the Dinosaurs which he did by telling them they were all pussies. God thereafter used Joe as his own personal assassin and it was how God managed to smite all the people He did. Joe later killed his old boss by inventing Science. Joe has since been present at all major historical events - for example, he was the gunman on the grassy knoll, yet he didn't use a gun, instead killing JFK by spitting watermelon seeds at him. Once managed to complete a Rubiks Cube by arguing with it.


Bring it on Zombies!

[Steve Cloud]

Who is still in this RP? Its not the same if all the cool characters are gone.

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

"Open the door!"
the copper shouted...
"climb up the bus!! try to open the roof window!" eddie said.
as he try to get up. he stumbeld again.. he got on his knees and aimed where the screams came from.... aim and fired at the first movement he saw..open de bus from the inside!! he screamed to the copper...

[Steve Cloud]

"Open the door!"
the copper shouted...
"climb up the bus!! try to open the roof window!" eddie said.
as he try to get up. he stumbeld again.. he got on his knees and aimed where the screams came from.... aim and fired at the first movement he saw..open de bus from the inside!! he screamed to the copper...

1: We're not RP'ing
2: You can't control other people's characters.

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

1: We're not RP'ing
2: You can't control other people's characters.
i thought this was a RPG?
im not controling you im having my back to you, you can either run away or do something else

[krunsh]

I think it will start today, and if it dosent, maybe I'll do it myself even do I'd prefer to be only a player.

Here are the player I want in (and there are enough other player to create another one so.. just do it )

krunsh
Steve cloud
BaldingSteve
Xeros
Stubbs
Hauger

ok?

[Eddy_of_the_dead]

.... you only hate me because im ... well i dont know you just hate me!

[BaldingSteve]

were going to start a new thread with only those people, that's it

[high_adrenaline]

If anyone is interested in a fresh new zombie forum-based RP, check out Viral Outlook.

Viral Outlook is a newly created zombie RPG on the Everlasting Gaming forums. The journey has only just begun, but it will be a long and epic adventure.

We are currently looking for more participants who are looking to have some fun and contribute to the growing storyline and who are capable of following the simple rules and keeping it realistic.

If this interests you, visit this link. If you wish to participate, read the rules and create a character in the VO Characters thread. It is important to read everything. There will be a lot of reading but it's important to the development of the storyline that the members read everything to know what is going on.

http://evgaming.com/forum/index.php?board=34.0

[Phantom_Pheonix]

I just gotta ask, wheres the little teenager or kid who's trying to be a badass but just ends up having the people trying to save him killed? It needs to be done.

[Steve Cloud]

I just gotta ask, wheres the little teenager or kid who's trying to be a badass but just ends up having the people trying to save him killed? It needs to be done.

I have no idea, I mean we've got the pregnant lady and I'm the guy that ditches you to save himself and then dies like two minutes later. That kid is missing from the picture.

[Xaos Falcon]

And then Xaos used his giant chaingunsaw to kill all the zombies.

The end.

Thread closed!

[Stubbs]

I just gotta ask, wheres the little teenager or kid who's trying to be a badass but just ends up having the people trying to save him killed? It needs to be done.

that was my plan

[Xaos Falcon]

I just gotta ask, wheres the little teenager or kid who's trying to be a badass but just ends up having the people trying to save him killed? It needs to be done.

pick me pick me

[OBLITROX]

boom. that is all

[high_adrenaline]

If you're interested in trying the new epic forum-based zombie RP adventure "Viral Outlook", sign-up to the Everlasting Gaming forums, create a character, read the rules, read Episode 1 up to now and post your RP.

You can find Viral Outlook at this link:
http://evgaming.com/forum/index.php?board=34.0