[Deadly shot]

Story is Modified since its 2009.

Back in 2015 the Iraq qar waged on until the military started using their own dead soldiers.... They mixed Rabies with Carnivorous Parasites that was artificially created.. They sent only 5 dead infected soldiers there with their Family's permission but.... it was a mistake..... even though Osama has been already infected and all his soldiers..... so were the rest of the civilians... and the soldiers that were still in IRAN. Soon It traveled to a new tate... then the next until it reached other continents.... the U.S sent Area 51 agents to get rid of them all but none of them came back..... Then finally the next month after sending the agents one of them came back with a helicopter but little did they know... He was bitten already.... 3 years America was infected with this virus
the cure is unkown and everyone declared these creatures to be called Zombies...

Now its 2020.... survivors remained in a city that had been turned into a wreck.


Everyone will have to start in the Apartment. Everyone will have to share a bedroom since there are 2 beds in each room.

Let me explain the building

It is a poor looking apartment but it will have to do to survive the zombies from eating you.

The apartment is only 6 stories high.

Each room has a kitchen,Bedroom, and Bathroom.
Your belongings are stashed into the closet and it will be owned by you unless some other RPer comes in your room and takes one of them with your permission.

The Entrance is a big room where it can have a swarm of zombies fit in.
There are 3 doors to enter and heavily barricaded by drawers, Rusted metalic materials, and broken tables.

As usualy nobody uses the entrance.... they just use the fire escape.
The Stores is only 4 miles away East.
The gun shop was 2 miles North.
The Mall, Airport, and Military base is 6 miles SouthWest. It used to be 4 but Debris had blocked the main road.
The Cars are just outside the apartment and only safe to get them is at day.

Right now This is what you need to know to Play Along

RULES:
DO NOT MAKE YOUR CHARACTER TOO POWERFUL OR WE WILL IGNORE YOUR POSTS IN THIS RP!

Try to make the story realistic.

dont DOUBLE POST or else you deserve to die.

and importantly dont or you deserve to be banned.

MORE RULES WITH COME


IS THAT F ING CLEAR?!

Sorry but CAPS get everyones attention

You can talk First person (I,Me)
or Third Person (*Name here*, He/she)
Good luck!

Name,Description:
Age:
Backround(Optional) :
Weapons:
Personality(Optional) :

OK THATS ALL
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Name: Hakkai
Age: 21
Backround: Employee of the Apartment.... His boss was bitten by a hobo and somehow turned into of them. Tetsuya killed his boss with a knife into the head. He tries to take care of the survivors in the apartment to fix their beds, rooms, and laundry.Hes the only Employee in the Apartment.. Usually all the survivors treat him like they did back where the world was still normal.
Weapons: Glock, Steak Knife, Broom.
Personality: Kind, Helpful, Depressed.

4:00 AM

"Hey! Do my laundry for me!" A survivor demanded. "If those clothes shrink... your dead zombie meat!"

"Alright sir...." I sighed. "No thank you, No Your welcomes, harsh dude."

I walked down, put the clothes in the washer, and started going upstairs into my room.
Its just a bed and bathroom... but atleast nothing's rusted or broken.

"For once.. I just want someone to be atleast a bit friendly..." I said to myself.

2 hours later the laundry was done and dry. I gave it to the man and he just slams the door into my face. I sighed because there was there was no sign of appreciation. I walked upstairs at my room.... with thoughts of suicide..
then fell asleep.

[mrmystic]

Name: Aaron McCallister
Description: 5'8", short brown hair, gray eyes, jeans and white tee shirt.
Age:21
Backround: Ex-student from local university.
Weapons: S&W stainless revolver in shoulder rig.

I sat on the roof, enjoying the sun sinking over the tops of the buildings. I stretch back and relax. Supplies were running low, everyone was getting cranky again. I didn't worry about these things too much. Stress kills, as they say.

I stretch out again, bathing in the fading light. The fires to the west were quieting down, and with the wind there was little worry they'd make it this far. I take a deep breath of fresh air, relishing the way it fills my chest.

I pick up the guitar beside me, and strum slowly, enjoying the mellow sound. I felt more like a man on a deserted island than a prisoner in an apartment complex. It's all a matter of perspective, after all. I let the song carry me away.

[DarkStar]

Name: Duncan McLockart
Age: 27
Backround: He was born in lithuania. And moved to america when he was he was seven years old. Was a commando in the Special forces, He was one of the best in his squadron. Though his squadron was attacked by those things and he was the only one left. Typical messed up life. Family split up and his sister was sent away to Jamaica. Is extremely nifty with his hands, able to make a weapon out of virtually nothing or just fixing things in general.
Weapons: FN F2000 assault rifle, with telescope sight and 40mm FN EGLM grenade launcher(Very Skilled with),Taurus PT 92
Personality: Wild, impulsive, does things on a whim.
Phsical appearnce: Very tall with a look that says "Dont f*ck with me", Has a tatto of his squdrons motto. "If it aint dead, you are doing it wrong" One green eye one blue.
Clothes: Classic army gear. Even hjas night /heat goggles.

"Wow", I said as I walked through the streets virtually noting was left. I thought I would go to the military base I might,if lucky find something usefull. Then it dawned on me it was getting dark, I started looking for a place to hole up in. About ten minuties later I was running. I needed somewhere and fast. I started looking for any sign of life. Looking for anything that could be safe. Suddenly my saviour came when a building with alive inside was on it. It looked like an apartment. I started banging on the door with all my strength.

[Kyoujin]

Name: Jose Gutierrez
Age: 29
Background: Surgeon for nearby hospital, was also a member of a Kendo Dojo. Was working on one of the infected victims when it tried to kill him and his surgeon team, but it died from the open wounds that the surgeons made from the autopsy, but killed 3 of his team members with it.
Weapons: Steel-Bladed Katana (Main), and a FN P90 LIV he found on his way to the apartments.
Personality: Nice and very creative.
Physical Appearance: Average body, 6'1, short black hair, goatee, glasses, gloves, jeans, doctor's jacket, black T-Shirt of a recent Metallica concert, backpack to carry ammunition and his P90, his sheath for his Katana, and hiking boots.

I looked out the window, looking at the darkness of what the world has became into. "How did we let this happen, what did we do in the first place to deserve this?" I whispered. I put my P90 in my backpack, and zipped it in along with some extra ammunition for it." I took out my sword ad practiced some moves on the block of wood to train. 20 minutes later, I put everything down, and decided to eat. I grabbed some chicken that was already made and went upstairs to the upper balcony.
I looked in the hazy roads, riddled with nothing but destruction. "Hmm, I wonder..." I said. "I wonder if anyone is this god forsaken building would ever make it out of this." I ate the chicken, and walked downstairs to the lobby. As I was going towards the counter, a man appeared out of nowhere, banging against the front door. I leaned up toward the door and said "Who is it?"
The person replied "Names Duncan, Duncan McLockart..."

[MegaMan]

Name: Michael Pitts
Age: 23
Backround: Michael is a local high school dropout, did not have the time nor patience for school, dropped out in his 11th year of high school. Began working right after dropping out, is a renowned mechanic and is virtually able to take anything apart and put it back together. Before dropping out Mason was on the weightlifting team for his school, and through this sport he gained some noteable physical strength.
Weapon(s): Tool belt, full of varios tools. Large stainless steel hunting knife. Springfield handgun.
Personality: Despite bieng a dropout, Michael is a very well spoken person. Math and reading may not be his best feats, but Mason has more common sense than most people. Is good at making friends and doesn't have problems talking to strangers.
Physical appearance: 5"11, 216 lbs, Brown combed back hair, green piercing eyes and a full brown mustache. Tight red T-shirt under a loose new black T-shirt, new silver chain layed ontop of the collar of the red shirt. Grey nylon pants and grey walking shoes. Stainless steel watch on right wrist. Very athletic, attractive appearance.

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I slowly opened my eyes, surprisingly, I slept like a baby through most of the day. I felt totally rejuvinated, almost as if I had allready been awake for a few hours. Despite my energetic feeling, I couldnt bring myself to sit up and walk out of my room. The depression was getting serios, all I could do was lay and gaze at the cieling of my room. Before I fell asleep earlier today I heard someone walk in and lay on the bed seperate to mine, but I didnt care enough to see who it had been. Eating.. it didnt seem as a neccesity, morely as a chore now, I just couldnt bring myself to eat the food they offered me, and now it has taken it's toll. I feel weak. My body is telling me to get up and begin the day, but how could I?

I had been in a trance for.. I dont know how long...The cieling seemed to spin if I would stare at it long enough. Eventually the alarm began to sound next to the head of my bed, I forgot I had set it earlier in the day. I looked at the alarm, in an almost curios way, I listened to the sound, it had broken the dead silence of my room. I reached over cautiosly to press the snooze button, and it stopped. Silence rushed back into the dimly lit room. The light showing through the curtains covering the small windows suggested that the sun had begun to set, and the day was retreating into it's deep recess.

I slowly got into a upright position on my bed, and looked blankly around the room. I reached over to the small table next to my bed, the same one the alarm is on. I grabbed my tool belt, a gift from my father. I reached into the drawer attached to the table and looked for my gun, someone had been in my drawer. My gun was in the back behind a bible that wasnt there last night. I slipped it under my belt and approached the door to my room, I could hear the faint voices of people talking beyond the door, possibly past the hallway. I opened the door, slowly.

[Deadly shot]

Name: Hakkai
Age: 21
Backround: Employee of the Apartment.... His boss was bitten by a hobo and somehow turned into of them. Tetsuya killed his boss with a knife into the head. He tries to take care of the survivors in the apartment to fix their beds, rooms, and laundry.Hes the only Employee in the Apartment.. Usually all the survivors treat him like they did back where the world was still normal.
Weapons: Glock, Steak Knife, Broom.
Personality: Kind, Helpful, Depressed.
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A survivor was trying to get through the Front entrance but its already barricaded with useless Debris. I soon walked to the front and tried to communicate through the hard walls.

"Use the Fire Escape at the Back!" I yelled. "Those things don't know how to climb for shit and also the car that had crashed into the back alley will boost you up near the ladder!"

After that speech, I started walking to the back alleys with my glock unholstered. For... just in case...

[DarkStar]

Name: Duncan McLockart
Age: 27
Backround: He was born in lithuania. And moved to america when he was he was seven years old. Was a commando in the Special forces, He was one of the best in his squadron. Though his squadron was attacked by those things and he was the only one left. Typical messed up life. Family split up and his sister was sent away to Jamaica. Is extremely nifty with his hands, able to make a weapon out of virtually nothing or just fixing things in general.
Weapons: FN F2000 assault rifle, with telescope sight and 40mm FN EGLM grenade launcher(Very Skilled with),Taurus PT 92
Personality: Wild, impulsive, does things on a whim.
Phsical appearnce: Very tall with a look that says "Dont f*ck with me", Has a tatto of his squdrons motto. "If it aint dead, you are doing it wrong" One green eye one blue.
Clothes: Classic army gear. Even has night /heat goggles.

"Ok I shouted to the guy in the building. I walked around the back carefully. I had my FN raised. I heard something ungodly. Like a slush, At this point I thought it would be a good idea to run. Though something was good about it. That lust for danger. I jumped round to see a zombie slavering blood all over a dead body. I lifted my scope to my eye and aimed. I pulled the trigger.


God we aren't going to live long...

[Kuriko]

This again? o.0

Name: Desserei "Dez"
Age: 17
Backround: High Schooler/Survivor.
Lived in the Apartments for a long time with her uncle. Her uncle died in an accident near the stores and she had to live in the Apartment for a long time. Her uncle did treat Hakkai, one of the employees, like dirt..
Weapons: None
Personality: Friendly, Intellegent.
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I opened my eyes from the noise outside. Sounds like running... I reached my arms to the ceiling and soon I got out of my bed. My roommate? Never really met him well but he was usually out in the hallways, roof, and kitchen.

Walking to the door, I grabbed my sweater for the cold I'm feeling. I think its turning winter soon. I opened the door and looked around of whats with the commotion. Hakkai was running through the current hallways now for some reason.

"Mornin' Hakkai!" I greeted.

He seemed to ignore me and just went upstairs where his room was. Hmm... Guess he's finally lost it. My stomach growled for a long time without me realizing it.. So, I started walking to my kitchen and snatched some chips. Then started heading to the roof for some fresh air...

[Kyoujin]

There was a slight misunderstanding, so I'm gonna try to fix this right now...

Name: Jose Gutierrez
Age: 29
Background: Surgeon for nearby hospital, was also a member of a Kendo Dojo. Was working on one of the infected victims when it tried to kill him and his surgeon team, but it died from the open wounds that the surgeons made from the autopsy, but killed 3 of his team members with it.
Weapons: Steel-Bladed Katana (Main), and a FN P90 LIV he found on his way to the apartments.
Personality: Nice and very creative.
Physical Appearance: Average body, 6'1, short black hair, goatee, glasses, gloves, jeans, doctor's jacket, black T-Shirt of a Metallica concert, backpack to carry ammunition and his P90, his sheath for his Katana, and hiking boots.

When I saw our apartment manager, Hakkai, tell Duncan to go around the back to the fire escape, I ran towards that spot in a hurry, in order to make sure this survivor stays a survivor. I quickly went up to my room, grabbed my Katana and backpack, and quickly went back downstairs to the back exit. I opened the back door for the fire escape and I saw Duncan, trying to fight off the invading horde of the mutations. "Hey you, get over here fast, I'll try and suppress them until you get up here safely.
I quickly lowered the ladder so that it will touch the car, and took off my backpack and pulled out my P90. I loaded it up and started shooting random shots at the horde.

"Hurry Up!, I didn't bring much ammunition for this, I hope Hakkai will come to back me up to ensure Duncan's survival..."

[MegaMan]

Everyone has allready aggreed to this RP bieng posted Dark, why do you think it should be in the RP section?

Name: Michael Pitts
Age: 23
Backround: Michael is a local high school dropout, did not have the time nor patience for school, dropped out in his 11th year of high school. Began working right after dropping out, is a renowned mechanic and is virtually able to take anything apart and put it back together. Before dropping out Michael was on the weightlifting team for his school, and through this sport he gained some noteable physical strength.
Weapon(s): Tool belt, full of varios tools. Large stainless steel hunting knife. Springfield handgun.
Personality: Despite bieng a dropout, Michael is a very well spoken person. Math and reading may not be his best feats, but Michael has more common sense than most people. Is good at making friends and doesn't have problems talking to strangers.
Physical appearance: 5"11, 216 lbs, Brown combed back hair, green piercing eyes and a full brown mustache. Tight red T-shirt under a loose new black T-shirt, new silver chain layed ontop of the collar of the red shirt. Grey nylon pants and grey walking shoes. Stainless steel watch on right wrist. Very athletic, attractive appearance.

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I walked out into the hallway, looking down both rows, doors spaced a few feet apart on each wall. The same repetitive patern on the floor, the wallpaper. The tannish brown colors seemed to bring a calm feeling over my psyche. I was approaching the doors leading to the stairwell, when I heard a few remote gunshots. They were close, it almost seemed like they came from within the building, but I knew it was just someone shooting at the horde collecting outside of the apartment... The echoes quickly disipated and the halls fell silent once more, I began my walk up the stairs. I wanted to see the sun go down, than perhaps I would attempt to eat something. The door to the roof came into view, and I turned the knob...

[DarkStar]

Well thats where it belongs. Plus it was meant to be posted there.


Name: Duncan McLockart
Age: 27
Backround: He was born in Lithuania. And moved to America when he was he was seven years old. Was a commando in the Special forces, He was one of the best in his squadron. Though his squadron was attacked by those things and he was the only one left. Typical messed up life. Family split up and his sister was sent away to Jamaica. Is extremely nifty with his hands, able to make a weapon out of virtually nothing or just fixing things in general.
Weapons: FN F2000 assault rifle, with telescope sight and 40mm FN EGLM grenade launcher(Very Skilled with),Taurus PT 92
Personality: Wild, impulsive, does things on a whim.
Physical appearance: Very tall with a look that says "Don't f*ck with me", Has a tattoo of his squadrons motto. "If it aint dead, you are doing it wrong" One green eye one blue.
Clothes: Classic army gear. Even has night /heat goggles.


"Sure mate", I let off a few more rounds into the skulls of the dead. "Oh wait, here is a few clips", I threw up a few clips of ammo.
"Oh right",he said confused slightly.
"Don't ask lol", I said then walked to the ladder. Firing back, not really caring if I hit or miss.

[Kyoujin]

I'm not sure what door Megaman is opening so I'll just stop at a certain scene.

Name: Jose Gutierrez
Age: 29
Background: Surgeon for nearby hospital, was also a member of a Kendo Dojo. Was working on one of the infected victims when it tried to kill him and his surgeon team, but it died from the open wounds that the surgeons made from the autopsy, but killed 3 of his team members with it.
Weapons: Steel-Bladed Katana (Main), and a FN P90 LIV he found on his way to the apartments.
Personality: Nice and very creative.
Physical Appearance: Average body, 6'1, short black hair, goatee, glasses, gloves, jeans, doctor's jacket, black T-Shirt of a Metallica concert, backpack to carry ammunition and his P90, his sheath for his Katana, and hiking boots.

"Come on hombre, the faster you get up here the better!" I yelled. I used the mags that Duncan threw at me, still confused how he got P90 mags or knew what gun I was using. I locked and loaded the sub-machine gun and quickly fired at the mutants again.
I saw Duncan tarting to climb up the ladder, and said "Hurry, hurry, hurry! We don't have much time, I need to pull up this ladder to ensure safety!
"I'm coming, I'm coming, you think I want to die?!" he replied.
I emptied the mag and jacked in the last one. I continued fire, but then after mid-way through the clip, Duncan made it, so i grabbed his head and pulled him up, then I kneed down and pulled up the ladder.
"We are safe for now, they can't climb for crap and they usually go their separate ways after failing to get their prey.
Then we turned around and looked at the door.

[DarkStar]

Name: Duncan McLockart
Age: 27
Backround: He was born in Lithuania. And moved to America when he was he was seven years old. Was a commando in the Special forces, He was one of the best in his squadron. Though his squadron was attacked by those things and he was the only one left. Typical messed up life. Family split up and his sister was sent away to Jamaica. Is extremely nifty with his hands, able to make a weapon out of virtually nothing or just fixing things in general.
Weapons: FN F2000 assault rifle, with telescope sight and 40mm FN EGLM grenade launcher(Very Skilled with),Taurus PT 92
Personality: Wild, impulsive, does things on a whim.
Physical appearance: Very tall with a look that says "Don't f*ck with me", Has a tattoo of his squadrons motto. "If it aint dead, you are doing it wrong" One green eye one blue.
Clothes: Classic army gear. Even has night /heat goggles.

"Wooohaaa, that was fun", I pulled a face.

I could swear he thought I was whacked out, "Well live it up", I said with a smile. You'll probabaly die soon.

Moved to Roleplay Section.

-Hyaku

[mrmystic]

Name: Aaron McCallister
Description: 5'8", short brown hair, gray eyes, jeans and white tee shirt.
Age:21
Backround: Ex-student from local university.
Weapons: S&W stainless revolver in shoulder rig.

My relaxing night is broken by the sound of gunshots going off very near the building. Very near. I roll to my feet, dropping the guitar absently. My pulse goes from 0-60 in milliseconds. I run to the edge of the building, and peek over. I can't see anything in the fading light. Might be movement, might be shadows dancing infront of my eyes.

I turn and dash for the door downstairs. I draw my gun while I'm running. I'm 10 feet from the door when I see the handle turn. I bring my gun up, cocking the hammer, suddenly shaking.

The handle turns, the door opens....

[DarkStar]

Name: Duncan McLockart
Age: 27
Backround: He was born in Lithuania but grew up in scotland. Got kicked out of Britain for reasons he has never discussed.Ex - S.A.S officer. For some reason american army wanted him so bad they paid the scottish governtment . Was a commando in the Special forces. He was one of the best in his squadron. Though his squadron was attacked by those things and he was the only one left. Typical messed up life. Family split up and his sister was sent away to Jamaica. Is extremely nifty with his hands, able to make a weapon out of virtually nothing or just fixing things in general.
Weapons: FN F2000 assault rifle, with telescope sight and 40mm FN EGLM grenade launcher(Very Skilled with),Taurus PT 92
Personality: Wild, impulsive, does things on a whim.
Physical appearance: Very tall with a look that says "Don't f*ck with me", Has a tattoo of his squadrons motto. "If it aint dead, you are doing it wrong" One green eye one blue.
Clothes: Classic army gear. Even has night /heat goggles.


As I opened the door I was greeted with a gun to the face. I shouted,"Shoot meh, Imma zombeh from hell", I laughed and shrugged. "Well now for a proper introduction, I am Duncan. Twenty - seven and part of the British S.A.S wait... Ah who care who it's for..."I grumbeld,"One of em anyway, how has your trigger happy lives played out", I said with a smile and a open hand.

[Kyoujin]

Name: Jose Gutierrez
Age: 29
Background: Surgeon for nearby hospital, was also a member of a Kendo Dojo. Was working on one of the infected victims when it tried to kill him and his surgeon team, but it died from the open wounds that the surgeons made from the autopsy, but killed 3 of his team members with it.
Weapons: Steel-Bladed Katana (Main), and a FN P90 LIV he found on his way to the apartments.
Personality: Nice and very creative.
Physical Appearance: Average body, 6'1, short black hair, goatee, glasses, gloves, jeans, doctor's jacket, black T-Shirt of a Metallica concert, backpack to carry ammunition and his P90, his sheath for his Katana, and hiking boots.

I walked in after Duncan, and saw the former student of a decent University with his revolver in his hands. "Dude slow down, he's no threat, I heard Duncan introduced himself to you already... Eh, whats your name again amigo, I never actually asked your name?" I said. "Really, you know, now that I think about it, I don't know yours either." he replied.
"Alright then, don't you think now's the best time to do that intro?" I said. "Maybe later, I was about to take a snooze when you were rattling your gun there, trying to save this British soldier. Right now, I feel pretty whooped right now, we could go at though, I was starving anyways." The ex-student said.
"Well its your choice com padre." I replied. "Wait, what about that Japanese guy, the one who told me to go to the fire escape, where did he go?" Duncan said. "That's right, I forgot about Hakkai, I got to tell him your secured before he goes out alone!" I said, then ran in order to find him before its too late.

[DarkStar]

Name: Duncan McLockart
Age: 27
Backround: He was born in Lithuania but grew up in scotland. Got kicked out of Britain for reasons he has never discussed.Ex - S.A.S officer. For some reason american army wanted him so bad they paid the scottish governtment . Was a commando in the Special forces. He was one of the best in his squadron. Though his squadron was attacked by those things and he was the only one left. Typical messed up life. Family split up and his sister was sent away to Jamaica. Is extremely nifty with his hands, able to make a weapon out of virtually nothing or just fixing things in general.
Weapons: FN F2000 assault rifle, with telescope sight and 40mm FN EGLM grenade launcher(Very Skilled with),Taurus PT 92
Personality: Wild, impulsive, does things on a whim.
Physical appearance: Very tall with a look that says "Don't f*ck with me", Has a tattoo of his squadrons motto. "If it aint dead, you are doing it wrong" One green eye one blue.
Clothes: Classic army gear. Even has night /heat goggles.

"Well lets go", I struck a pose like superman. "Wait a sec", I looked into my bag. It was a PP2000 Russian sub-machine-gun ."Heh, last trick of the day, anyone want it. I found it in a ware house a few weeks ago.", Man I kept allot of crap in my bag.

[Deadly shot]

Name: Hakkai
Age: 21
Backround: Employee of the Apartment.... His boss was bitten by a hobo and somehow turned into of them. Tetsuya killed his boss with a knife into the head. He tries to take care of the survivors in the apartment to fix their beds, rooms, and laundry.Hes the only Employee in the Apartment.. Usually all the survivors treat him like they did back where the world was still normal.
Weapons: Glock, Steak Knife, Broom.
Personality: Kind, Helpful, Depressed.
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As I rushed. I met Mr. Gutierrez in the hallways. And the other survivor.

"Hmm.. I guess you got it under control Gutierrez." I thanked. "Before I go back to schedule, let me introduce myself. Hakkai, the only employee of the apartment."

I put my Glock in my pocket for now and soon pulled out my hand. Getting ready for a greeting handshake.

[Kuriko]

Name: Desserei "Dez"
Age: 17
Backround: High Schooler/Survivor.
Lived in the Apartments for a long time with her uncle. Her uncle died in an accident near the stores and she had to live in the Apartment for a long time. Her uncle did treat Hakkai, one of the employees, like dirt..
Weapons: None
Personality: Friendly, Intellegent.
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As I walked to the roof, I saw Hakkai again and 2 other survivors. I passed them with a saying of "Hello".

Funny that employee hasn't gone crazy like his boss and other workers. I guess he's either got patience or just doesn't see the real picture of the world today. I took another chip and chopped it while walking up the stairs. I turned the handle and finally reached the roof.

I saw Aaron, my... roommate... kinda. Guess this is where he mostly hung out.

"Long time no see eh?" I asked. "Enjoying the outdoors, I see."

[xShinigamix]

Name: George Bonbary
Age: 21
Backround: Construction Trainee until the zombies came. Used a saw to cut off an infected's head. Now is scared as hell and suspicious of how Hakkai survived while the other employees turned into "them".
Weapons: Saw
Personality: Creative, Paranoid, Cautious.
Physical appearance: 5'4, Black Short hair, Dark Brown eyes,
Clothes: Brown Element Shirt, CargoPants, Sunglasses.
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I woke up in shock with a little gasp because of my dream. It was kind of a dream. Why? It really happened. I was just getting used to the pickup truck's controls until my instructor screamed into the radio. I got out and saw him so pale.. bleeding.. and somehow smiling devilishly. He attacked and thats when I woke up. I never knew my life would end up out of the ordinary. Earth is just a hellhole now. There is no god, savior, or hero. Just dead cannibals that rip the shit out of anyone alive. One LITTLE scratch of a bite can even make you turn into 'em. "Freak, what a dream." I said to myself. Could of sworn I heard running outside but I guess thats just little Hakkai doin' his job. I got up from bed and went out of my room. Its a little boring so I might as well do some shit.

[Superpie300]

Name: Joe Fallieway
Age:21
Background: I was once a brother. A borther of a lovin 11 year old sister. Her Teacher was a side military and carried a Magnum.35 calibre revolver. Nifty Piece of work. but thats when it happened. The Door was knoked down by the zombies and they killed the commander. And My Sister. Now I Live in a fortified appartment. If anyone wants into my room, they can come in. I give out the rare weapon i find when i am on the streets. Everyone is accepted.
Weapons: Magnum.35 calibre Revolver,
I give out ( What ive got right now):
Pump action 12 gauge shotgun ( LOW AMMO)
A Mini uzi (300 shots availibel)
Handgun ( 35 shots)

You Have now Entered The World of Horror. My world.
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" Oi! Open UP!" cried a police officer. Im Suprised the laws still going. There was a strange noise, like a rewinding tape recorder." Oi! Open UP!" " Oi! Open UP!" " Oi! Open UP!" " Oi! Open UP!" Someone probly strangled one with a tape recorder. Classic. Ah well, back to work. I didnt think anything special of it. Thought it was just another stray. I was wrong. The Door Collapsed, knoking over the iron roded baricade. 3 Trodded through. Where's my gun... WHERE's MY GUN!!! One ran at me. I rolled out of the way, my back clattering against the closet, and out fell a crowbar. The Last ones must've left it. I jumped to my feet and lunged at ones throaght. My Friend Jaques burst through the door. Oil can in hand, he ran at me and pulled me out of the room. A New resident Burst through the room with a lighter. I get it! In desperation, I ran back in through the newfound blaze. Got Em. Got My guns (*(Now is where any RPG character may enter my world, as i can give out weapons that may aid your storyline. I also allow my name to be used now in your stories but nothing may by done where i am altered I.E: Infection, Death, Without my Permission)*)I ran towards the exit. Almost out. A Huge mutated creature fell through the roof. He Turned around. Gritted teeth were shown into a snarl...then a roar. Run.

[DarkStar]

Name: Duncan McLockart
Age: 27
Backround: He was born in Lithuania but grew up in scotland. Got kicked out of Britain for reasons he has never discussed.Ex - S.A.S officer. For some reason american army wanted him so bad they paid the scottish governtment . Was a commando in the Special forces. He was one of the best in his squadron. Though his squadron was attacked by those things and he was the only one left. Typical messed up life. Family split up and his sister was sent away to Jamaica. Is extremely nifty with his hands, able to make a weapon out of virtually nothing or just fixing things in general.
Weapons: FN F2000 assault rifle, with telescope sight and 40mm FN EGLM grenade launcher(Very Skilled with),Taurus PT 92
Personality: Wild, impulsive, does things on a whim.
Physical appearance: Very tall with a look that says "Don't f*ck with me", Has a tattoo of his squadrons motto. "If it aint dead, you are doing it wrong" One green eye one blue.
Clothes: Classic army gear. Even has night /heat goggles.

"Heya, you must be the guy behind the door", I stuck out my hand.
"Umm",
"Oh right",I wiped my bloody hand on a cloth in my pocket.
"Nice to meet you", I stuck out my hand again. I handed him the PP2000. "Yeah I pick up allot of things, keep it if you want. Yeah and before you ask. I don't keep much else but weapons.", I looked at them both."Well lets get some eats"

[Mr. Buttapple]

Name: Herishi jenisho
Description: A escaped japanese samurai, as a transport ship full of Zombies came into Tokyo and infected Japan. I can speak English.
Age: 35
Backround: A Samurai sensei, as tokyo was invaded i left kyoto in a hot air balloon and floated to America
weapons: Dual Katana's
Personality: agressive yet calm.

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I landed in the middle of a desolate city not knowing at all where i am... i heard bullets close and soon saw a Zombie in front of me,i jumped and cut it inhalve... i am sorry rest in peace. As it was night i knew i needed a shelter so i ran towards a building that seemed inhabited,i ran through the blaze only to find a giant mutated creature snarling at a innocent surviver i hit the creature in 5 places and it fell to the floor howling in pain.i said we have to get out of here quickly to that door!

[DarkStar]

Originally Posted by Master of Cats

Name: Herishi jenisho
Description: A escaped japanese samurai, as a transport ship full of Zombies came into Tokyo and infected Japan. I can speak English.
Age: 35
Backround: A Samurai sensei, as tokyo was invaded i left kyoto in a hot air balloon and floated to America
weapons: Dual Katana's
Personality: agressive yet calm.

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I landed in the middle of a desolate city not knowing at all where i am... i heard bullets close and soon saw a Zombie in front of me,i jumped and cut it inhalve... i am sorry rest in peace. As it was night i knew i needed a shelter so i ran towards a building that seemed inhabited,i ran through the blaze only to find a giant mutated creature snarling at a innocent surviver i hit the creature in 5 places and it fell to the floor howling in pain.i said we have to get out of here quickly to that door!

I am not going to acknowledge your existence until you make your background and description believable. Also work on your grammar and spelling. My computer is picking up at least seven.

[Kuriko]

Can we just PM people who get things wrong? It might confuse new RPers or something. Or make this place a little unorginized. Thanx.

[Kyoujin]

Kuriko is right, we cannot make this look so unorganized.
If we do have a problem with a user's character, either you PM that...Or we say it here, but also RP in the same post, as I have.
Master did make him himself almighty though, which is really bad. We are trying to make this RP realistic, and if your gonna use Duel Katanas, you could at least make your fights more realistic. I was once like that, not anymore, because it basically ruins RPing if your gonna act all Goddish or something.
Superpie, everyone's story took place in the apartments, your should have, but I guess we could make an exception, but do NOT have a weapons stash, your a SURVIVOR, not a government agent (metaphor), and in the RP, I ran alone to find him, but I think we could let that pass... now lets get back to RPing.

Name: Jose Gutierrez
Age: 29
Background: Surgeon for nearby hospital, was also a member of a Kendo Dojo. Was working on one of the infected victims when it tried to kill him and his surgeon team, but it died from the open wounds that the surgeons made from the autopsy, but killed 3 of his team members with it.
Weapons: Steel-Bladed Katana (Main), and a FN P90 LIV he found on his way to the apartments.
Personality: Nice and very creative.
Physical Appearance: Average body, 6'1, short black hair, goatee, glasses, gloves, jeans, doctor's jacket, black T-Shirt of a Metallica concert, backpack to carry ammunition and his P90, his sheath for his Katana, and hiking boots

"Oh yeah, Duncan, I don't think I have introduced myself, names Jose, Jose Gutierrez. I was a surgeon of a hospital nearby." I said. "Nice, Eh, you Jose, I got one question." Duncan said.
"Sure, what is it?" I replied.
"Why do you have a sword with you?" he said. I stifled a laughter and said "I was a member of a Kendo Dojo, and I recently have gotten this as a present for my success there." I replied to his question.
I glanced at Duncan and saw that he had wounds and said "Hey, where did you get those cuts?" I said in suspicion. "Oh this was when I was trying to run from them, kind of crashed into things because of this damn mist. Don't worry though, I'm fine." he said. "Good to hear that, I feared the worst when I saw those wounds." I said.
"Hakkai, I'm going to my room now to chill a bit, Duncan, if your hungry, the room with the food supplies is on the 3rd floor, please don't hog it, because they were really difficult to find. Hakkai, before you go back to work, don't you think you should show Duncan his new room?" I said.
"Yeah sure, I guess." he replied.
"Well than, I guess I'll see you later Duncan." I said and walked back to my room. As I walked to my room I said in my thought "It's good Duncan wasn't bitten, I don't know if my experimental procedure to get rid of the disease right after a bite is ready, let alone if it works. I'll just leave it in the darkness until it is really needed."
Then I walked to my bed, and turned on some music with my iPod, and just stared at the dusk of the sun, the only beautiful sight in this world.

[MegaMan]

*Sigh* Looks like I missed quiet a bit of story, and Kyo, my character was opening the door to the roof of the apartment, if this post is off on a few details I'm sorry, it's hard to follow most of whats happened since my last post.

Name: Michael Pitts
Age: 23
Backround: Michael is a local high school dropout, did not have the time nor patience for school, dropped out in his 11th year of high school. Began working right after dropping out, is a renowned mechanic and is virtually able to take anything apart and put it back together. Before dropping out Michael was on the weightlifting team for his school, and through this sport he gained some noteable physical strength.
Weapon(s): Tool belt, full of varios tools. Large stainless steel hunting knife. Springfield handgun.
Personality: Despite bieng a dropout, Michael is a very well spoken person. Math and reading may not be his best feats, but Michael has more common sense than most people. Is good at making friends and doesn't have problems talking to strangers.
Physical appearance: 5"11, 216 lbs, Brown combed back hair, green piercing eyes and a full brown mustache. Tight red T-shirt under a loose new black T-shirt, new silver chain layed ontop of the collar of the red shirt. Grey nylon pants and grey walking shoes. Stainless steel watch on right wrist. Very athletic, attractive appearance.

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I walked through the door, gently closing it behind me. I looked around and didnt see anyone, but once more I heard a few gunshots. As I'm walking over to the edge of the building I notice an out of place guitar just laying in some random spot. I rested my hands on the side of the apartment and gazed at the resting sun, but heard a struggle come from a few yards under me. I looked down and there was a man wearing a mettalica shirt helping someone escape from a horde below them.

" *sighs* Another one... " I whispered to myself.

Our resources wont last more than a few days if we keep getting people like this..

I ignored what was happening below me and started looking at the bright red clouds near the sun, as it began to vanish from existance. Ten minutes later, it would be pitch black night, and the streets would once again belong to them, I turned for the door and began back to my room. The same brown pattern, bringing back the same calmness I had before...

[SexyDan92]

I onyl just realised that this had started, lol at me, ill try and make a believable entrance , minor damage to the building may be caused im afraid !

Name: Daniel Abbott
Age: 19
Backround: Daniel had just finished his A level course at Leamington( UK) college, when he was told that his grandfather was very ill, he immediately caught a plain to the US and bought his Toyota Hilux truck when he arrived, he was driving through the city from his grandfathers house when the infected started to roam the streets
Weapon(s): Cricket bat, bowie knife, M1 garand, restored by his grandfather
Personality:Very sociable, if a bit geeky, rarely takes anything seriously, has a very strong sense of irony. Used to play Rugby and cricket at a county level so is in good shape. A bit of a charmer.....
Physical appearance: 5"10', medium length brown hair, like mine in my pic , grey eyes. wearing a plain white shirt, with a red tie, also wears a black skinny jacket over it sometimes. jeans, and reebok classics.

"Like a bat out of hell, ill be gone when the morning comes" the radio screamed as i tore down the empty road, all along the sideroads, i hadnt seen a single person, i flicked my cell phone open and had a look at my messages, nothing, then i heard footsteps, i lifted my gaze and saw a bloody man standing in the road, i swerved to avoid him and felt the pickup slide to the side, and then a dull thunk, id caught the guy as i went psat.

I pulled to a stop, and went to check on him, "Hey man, are you alright?" as i bent down, he jacknifed to his feet, his gaping mouth showing his teeth, lunging for my throat, i stepped backwards, oh crap...

[DarkStar]

I said it before and I'll say it again, use proper spelling and proper grammar or I'll ignore you.


Ps Deadly can If you don't like this particular post just tell me to get it edited and it will be done.

Name: Duncan McLockart
Age: 27
Background: He was born in Lithuania but grew up in Scotland. Got kicked out of Britain for reasons he has never discussed.Ex - S.A.S officer. For some reason American army wanted him so bad they paid the Scottish government . Was a commando in the Special forces. He was one of the best in his squadron. Though his squadron was attacked by those things and he was the only one left. Typical messed up life. Family split up and his sister was sent away to Jamaica. Is extremely nifty with his hands, able to make a weapon out of virtually nothing or just fixing things in general.
Weapons: FN F2000 assault rifle, with telescope sight and 40mm FN EGLM grenade launcher(Very Skilled with),Taurus PT 92
Personality: Wild, impulsive, does things on a whim.
Physical appearance: Very tall with a look that says "Don't f*ck with me", Has a tattoo of his squadrons motto. "If it aint dead, you are doing it wrong" One green eye one blue.
Clothes: Classic army gear. Even has night /heat goggles.

I fell onto the wall and slipped down. "Ahh well, that's me alone again", I started to field strip my gun. Stupid thing always needed cleaning. After I did. I decided to explore. Find defences weaknesses. After looking around. "Man, If we are attacked by what attacked my squad, we are screwed, I need to find Hakkai"

[Kyoujin]

Megaman, you are kinda off, I already saved DarkStar, but that's basically it.

Name: Jose Gutierrez
Age: 29
Background: Surgeon for nearby hospital, was also a member of a Kendo Dojo. Was working on one of the infected victims when it tried to kill him and his surgeon team, but it died from the open wounds that the surgeons made from the autopsy, but killed 3 of his team members with it.
Weapons: Steel-Bladed Katana (Main), and a FN P90 LIV he found on his way to the apartments.
Personality: Nice and very creative.
Physical Appearance: Average body, 6'1, short black hair, goatee, glasses, gloves, jeans, doctor's jacket, black T-Shirt of a Metallica concert, backpack to carry ammunition and his P90, his sheath for his Katana, and hiking boots

As I watched the sun set into the deep darkness, I went through some of the medical books I had in my house that I managed to bring here when I was running away. I looked through them, and looked at Asprin, which could thin out the blood stream.
I also looked at a herb that if you could powder it up, you could use it on a bite from the venom of a snake to try to stop the poison from spreading temporarily.
"Interesting, this kind of information could come in handy soon." I said.
I then walked down the food hall, and grabbed some canned food to eat.