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Zombie Apocalypse RP Game
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Fruit
Brrraaaaaiiiinnnnsss
All I know is that I was in the helicopter, I remember seeing you on there. Then we started to go down and I grabbed as much supplies as I could. Now there was just 2 freaking zombies in that building there and I don't know what the hell is going on.
Incognito wakes up from his little nap...
He had a dream...
He was in the city killing zombies with other people...
Was this a premonition?
Perhaps...
Maybe it is a sign from God that in order to survive he must find other survivors.
Incognito goes to the first floor of the apartment he is residing...
He retrieves the carpet in front of the stairs leading to the floor he usually sleeps and eats at.
Under the carpet, Incognito made a elaborate trap (A Pit with spikes in the bottom) to kill anybody who will try and access the second floor.
After a few hours of work, Incognito manages to remove the spikes.
Now if a human falls into his trap he will not be able to get out, but at least he/she will not die.
If a zombie falls in the pit, he won't be tall enough to get out, he needs outside help which Incognito doubts the zombie will get.
Every morning Incognito will look at the pit to see if there is anybody in it, If its a zombie he will shoot it in the head.
He will then remove the zombies body and toss it far away from where he resides so nobody will be able to track him here.
Before taking another little nap he covers his trap with the carpet.
Nobody will be able to figure it out unless they already know it is there.
Couldn't it be more simple if he was the only survivor...
He had a dream...
He was in the city killing zombies with other people...
Was this a premonition?
Perhaps...
Maybe it is a sign from God that in order to survive he must find other survivors.
Incognito goes to the first floor of the apartment he is residing...
He retrieves the carpet in front of the stairs leading to the floor he usually sleeps and eats at.
Under the carpet, Incognito made a elaborate trap (A Pit with spikes in the bottom) to kill anybody who will try and access the second floor.
After a few hours of work, Incognito manages to remove the spikes.
Now if a human falls into his trap he will not be able to get out, but at least he/she will not die.
If a zombie falls in the pit, he won't be tall enough to get out, he needs outside help which Incognito doubts the zombie will get.
Every morning Incognito will look at the pit to see if there is anybody in it, If its a zombie he will shoot it in the head.
He will then remove the zombies body and toss it far away from where he resides so nobody will be able to track him here.
Before taking another little nap he covers his trap with the carpet.
Nobody will be able to figure it out unless they already know it is there.
Couldn't it be more simple if he was the only survivor...
Fruit
Brrraaaaaiiiinnnnsss
Shelter sounds good. No one really saw me on the helicopter. I was more sitting back in the corner away from everyone.
*I spot a building that looked like an old butcher shop*
I'll catch up to you guys, I need to check out this building, might be some food in there.
I go into the building and it smells bad. All the meat is rotten. I find a couple cans of meat, but that's it. Then 5 zombies come out of the back. Seeing I have no other choice, I just pull out one of my pistols and shoot them all.
I hope that doesnt attract too much attention
Then I realize, the meat hanging in the shop, it's not animal meat....its.....its humans the zombies have been keeping. I look in the back just to see if there are any more supplies. JACKPOT I find a draw full of a bunch of different knives. I get a Medium size bag and load it up. As I take one last look at the shop, I puke. Then I go and catch up to everyone.
*I spot a building that looked like an old butcher shop*
I'll catch up to you guys, I need to check out this building, might be some food in there.
I go into the building and it smells bad. All the meat is rotten. I find a couple cans of meat, but that's it. Then 5 zombies come out of the back. Seeing I have no other choice, I just pull out one of my pistols and shoot them all.
I hope that doesnt attract too much attention
Then I realize, the meat hanging in the shop, it's not animal meat....its.....its humans the zombies have been keeping. I look in the back just to see if there are any more supplies. JACKPOT I find a draw full of a bunch of different knives. I get a Medium size bag and load it up. As I take one last look at the shop, I puke. Then I go and catch up to everyone.
OOC: Here you go JK, you should like this one.
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The rain has let up as I continue my way down the road looking for possible supply sources. The air is muggy and the seat drips off my brow as I look around abandoned cars are derilict buildings.
I enter a small residential area. "Seems to be deserted." I think to myself as I look around the unusually calm, but destroyed street. Being a little suspicious I creep along the sidewalk for a few minutes.
Finally convinced that I'm alone, I continue my normal pace down the eerily quite road. My mind wanders as I continue my way and I trip over a raised cement sidewalk slab. Looking down I see my shoe is untied and decide I'd better fix that.
"I need shelter, I cannot be seen vulnerable out in the open." I look around and see a house with a porch. "Perfect!"
I approach the house, peering in through the windows to see any sign of civilization.... or any potential threats. I notice that the house is completely destroyed on the inside, much like a grenade went off.
I climb onto the porch and hold my breath as I push the door open slowly with the muzzle of my shotgun..... Nothing... I breath a sigh of relief and stoop down to tie my shoe.
As I pull the final loop, I hear a soft, inhuman whimper. I immediately spin around pointing my gun at the origin; the open door.
"If there is anyone in there, you better say so! Or risk being blown away!"
......... Silence.........
I say again, a little more forcefully this time: "Hey! You hear me in there!?" I slowly approach the door, and peer around the frame... no one is in sight.
The whimper breaks the silence again, I flinch out of instinct. "Now that I'm closer, it doesn't sound like an aggresive noise but.... a cry of pain..."
"Are you ok in there? Do you need assitance?" No response.
"I'm coming in, do not be alarmed." I slide through the door, I realize this house is a lot larger than what it seemed. I dedicate my shotgun to my good hand, and unsheath my 9mm and point it behind me as I creep around in search of the noise.
"Can you tell me where you are?" There is no response save for a soft whimper coming from the other room.
I pass through the kitchen and decide to go through the place while im there, nothing of any interest or use. "For fuck's sake!"
I get to the corner and look in front of me... no sign of anything. I quickly jump around the corner and point both guns up in the air.... Nothing.
A little pissed off, I lower the guns and start to rummage through the wreckage. The sound getting closer and closer.
"AHH! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I scream as I hurl a peice of debris across the room, making it smash against the wall.
A yelp eminates from a pile of rubbage over in the corner, I look up and it seems as if the roof had caved in and piled in this area.
I sheathe my shotgun, and put both hands on the 9mm as I strafe slowly towards the pile. I draw the saftey as I lean in slowly and carefully push back a piece of the roof....
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." I holster the weapon and through the rubble aside. A little furry grey face greets me with a tounge hanging out and A confused expression. The dog, not much older than a month looks up and quivers in fear. I judge that this dog must be a mix breed.. possibly a Husky, or a Lab of some sort.
I give the animal a once over and it seems the its right rear leg is badly injured. It doesn't look like any broken bones, but a very grave superficial wound. I look up and see the hole in the roof. The animal not seeing me as an immediate threat begins to calm with my presnce and whimpers again, licking its leg.
"There there..." I soothingly say as I kneel down and lay my hand on the side of the animal. "It will all be over soon...."
"I know it's wrong, and it's not my place, but I am never going to find any food at this rate.... meat is meat and if this is the only source.... FUCK!"
Keeping my hand on the dog, I draw my blade from its sheathe and rest the blade on the neck of the animal. A dark feeling envelops me as I place my second hand on the knife.... It's as if the whole world was blackened out and it is just me and this poor innocent helpless animal in this world.
The dog becomes silent... no breathing, no noise... as if it has accepted its fate.
My heart pounds, my breaths quicken. I feel the surge of a muscular impulse starting to build in my shoulders and course through to my arms. As I am ready to plunge the dagger down, my pendant slips from under my shirt and dangles down, swinging around my hand and resting on my arm.
A pause. A breif instant of reassurance. I look at the dog again. It remains silent and calm as it looks me dead in the eye, as if it is piercing through to my very being.
"That look... I've seen it before..." A sudden image flash, laying beside her as she looks at my face, a small grin... a perfect moment...
A single tear falls from my face and lands on the dogs soft fur. I throw the knife down and fall backwards. I look into the sky and nod my head slightly as a smile begins to spread across my face.
I get up and rush to the front door. I look around and tear open the closet door. "Old jackets.... hats... god damn it!"
I tear down some wicker baskets on the top shelf and rifle through them. Successs. I pull out a long red wool scarf and bring it back to the grey puppy, along with a small blanket the lined the basket.
I take off my bad and empty its contents onto the floor. I sheathe my knife as I pull out the first aid kit. I take the pain killers and crush the mto a dust in my hands. I poor the dust into my cantine and look around for a dish.
I enter the kitchen and sure enough, there are the food dishes. I grab both of them and go back to the dog. I poor the water into the dish and push it in front of the dog. It hurridly laps up the liquid and I move tho the injured leg. I run in some ointment to numb the pain, and I wrap the leg in a gauze then surrend it in a tensor.
I let the dog finish its drink. I go back to the kitchen and look under the sink. A small bag of dog food is there. I smile as I grab it and go back to the dog. It's fast asleep. It looks so calm in this disaster of a world... an image of what the world can possibly be...
I pack up my bag... making sure to leave extra room. I place the med kit on the bottom, and move everything that can fit into small side pockets and front pouches to said places. I drop the bag of dog food down the side of the main compartment, and line the bag with the tiny blanket.
I carefully raise the small dog and wrap the long scarf around its body. I pick what I know now to be a her up and place her into my bag, her head sticking out the top. She wakes up calmly as I put the bag back on my back.
As I walk through the door, the dog gives me a soft lick on the side of the head.
I smile as I look at the dog again and say: "Well, it looks like that it's just you and me again.... Evangeline."
An excited bark comes from the puppy and I laugh as I walk down the quite streets again.
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The rain has let up as I continue my way down the road looking for possible supply sources. The air is muggy and the seat drips off my brow as I look around abandoned cars are derilict buildings.
I enter a small residential area. "Seems to be deserted." I think to myself as I look around the unusually calm, but destroyed street. Being a little suspicious I creep along the sidewalk for a few minutes.
Finally convinced that I'm alone, I continue my normal pace down the eerily quite road. My mind wanders as I continue my way and I trip over a raised cement sidewalk slab. Looking down I see my shoe is untied and decide I'd better fix that.
"I need shelter, I cannot be seen vulnerable out in the open." I look around and see a house with a porch. "Perfect!"
I approach the house, peering in through the windows to see any sign of civilization.... or any potential threats. I notice that the house is completely destroyed on the inside, much like a grenade went off.
I climb onto the porch and hold my breath as I push the door open slowly with the muzzle of my shotgun..... Nothing... I breath a sigh of relief and stoop down to tie my shoe.
As I pull the final loop, I hear a soft, inhuman whimper. I immediately spin around pointing my gun at the origin; the open door.
"If there is anyone in there, you better say so! Or risk being blown away!"
......... Silence.........
I say again, a little more forcefully this time: "Hey! You hear me in there!?" I slowly approach the door, and peer around the frame... no one is in sight.
The whimper breaks the silence again, I flinch out of instinct. "Now that I'm closer, it doesn't sound like an aggresive noise but.... a cry of pain..."
"Are you ok in there? Do you need assitance?" No response.
"I'm coming in, do not be alarmed." I slide through the door, I realize this house is a lot larger than what it seemed. I dedicate my shotgun to my good hand, and unsheath my 9mm and point it behind me as I creep around in search of the noise.
"Can you tell me where you are?" There is no response save for a soft whimper coming from the other room.
I pass through the kitchen and decide to go through the place while im there, nothing of any interest or use. "For fuck's sake!"
I get to the corner and look in front of me... no sign of anything. I quickly jump around the corner and point both guns up in the air.... Nothing.
A little pissed off, I lower the guns and start to rummage through the wreckage. The sound getting closer and closer.
"AHH! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I scream as I hurl a peice of debris across the room, making it smash against the wall.
A yelp eminates from a pile of rubbage over in the corner, I look up and it seems as if the roof had caved in and piled in this area.
I sheathe my shotgun, and put both hands on the 9mm as I strafe slowly towards the pile. I draw the saftey as I lean in slowly and carefully push back a piece of the roof....
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." I holster the weapon and through the rubble aside. A little furry grey face greets me with a tounge hanging out and A confused expression. The dog, not much older than a month looks up and quivers in fear. I judge that this dog must be a mix breed.. possibly a Husky, or a Lab of some sort.
I give the animal a once over and it seems the its right rear leg is badly injured. It doesn't look like any broken bones, but a very grave superficial wound. I look up and see the hole in the roof. The animal not seeing me as an immediate threat begins to calm with my presnce and whimpers again, licking its leg.
"There there..." I soothingly say as I kneel down and lay my hand on the side of the animal. "It will all be over soon...."
"I know it's wrong, and it's not my place, but I am never going to find any food at this rate.... meat is meat and if this is the only source.... FUCK!"
Keeping my hand on the dog, I draw my blade from its sheathe and rest the blade on the neck of the animal. A dark feeling envelops me as I place my second hand on the knife.... It's as if the whole world was blackened out and it is just me and this poor innocent helpless animal in this world.
The dog becomes silent... no breathing, no noise... as if it has accepted its fate.
My heart pounds, my breaths quicken. I feel the surge of a muscular impulse starting to build in my shoulders and course through to my arms. As I am ready to plunge the dagger down, my pendant slips from under my shirt and dangles down, swinging around my hand and resting on my arm.
A pause. A breif instant of reassurance. I look at the dog again. It remains silent and calm as it looks me dead in the eye, as if it is piercing through to my very being.
"That look... I've seen it before..." A sudden image flash, laying beside her as she looks at my face, a small grin... a perfect moment...
A single tear falls from my face and lands on the dogs soft fur. I throw the knife down and fall backwards. I look into the sky and nod my head slightly as a smile begins to spread across my face.
I get up and rush to the front door. I look around and tear open the closet door. "Old jackets.... hats... god damn it!"
I tear down some wicker baskets on the top shelf and rifle through them. Successs. I pull out a long red wool scarf and bring it back to the grey puppy, along with a small blanket the lined the basket.
I take off my bad and empty its contents onto the floor. I sheathe my knife as I pull out the first aid kit. I take the pain killers and crush the mto a dust in my hands. I poor the dust into my cantine and look around for a dish.
I enter the kitchen and sure enough, there are the food dishes. I grab both of them and go back to the dog. I poor the water into the dish and push it in front of the dog. It hurridly laps up the liquid and I move tho the injured leg. I run in some ointment to numb the pain, and I wrap the leg in a gauze then surrend it in a tensor.
I let the dog finish its drink. I go back to the kitchen and look under the sink. A small bag of dog food is there. I smile as I grab it and go back to the dog. It's fast asleep. It looks so calm in this disaster of a world... an image of what the world can possibly be...
I pack up my bag... making sure to leave extra room. I place the med kit on the bottom, and move everything that can fit into small side pockets and front pouches to said places. I drop the bag of dog food down the side of the main compartment, and line the bag with the tiny blanket.
I carefully raise the small dog and wrap the long scarf around its body. I pick what I know now to be a her up and place her into my bag, her head sticking out the top. She wakes up calmly as I put the bag back on my back.
As I walk through the door, the dog gives me a soft lick on the side of the head.
I smile as I look at the dog again and say: "Well, it looks like that it's just you and me again.... Evangeline."
An excited bark comes from the puppy and I laugh as I walk down the quite streets again.
[OCC: I'm sorry, JKangaroo, but I've been distracted recently. I'll try my best to attempt a story tomorrow. I can't exactly remember where we left off, so I'll also try to reread the story again, too.
Once again, really sorry for the late admission.]
Once again, really sorry for the late admission.]
Fruit
Brrraaaaaiiiinnnnsss
Maybe they had an extra supply of humans, idk, put its fucking disgusting. Lets just get to the shelter for now, I'm just happy I got all of these knives. I also have a bigger bag now for some extra stuff. What we need right now besides shelter is food/water and ammunition.
JKangaroo
Your Local, Neighborhood Marsupial
OOC:
[Don't worry.
I think everyone can understand that sometimes need to do other things in our lives that take up our time or prevent us from doing other tasks, as well as that sometimes we just arn't in the right mindset for specific things, like Roleplay, or gaming, or family, or etc, etc etc.
Even if it takes a little longer then you think, do it when you feel is the best time.
So take your time Duffie, I'm sure we can all be patient.
I just REALLY hope the rest of the roleplay just doesn't go so extremely far ahead so that ours and some other players roleplay just gets left in the dust and they can't really get back into the main story's scheme of things... Or when the integration of other's story doesn't make sense with the roleplay that moved far ahead. :c ]
JKangaroo
Your Local, Neighborhood Marsupial
[OOC: First note, it doesn't quite make sense for me to implement this into my previous post, so this is an intentional double-post in order to provide information and etc.]
Just try and make sure when you join, your actions don't clash/conflicts with the current events or story. I eagerly await your post if you decide to join the story.
Oh and Mach9824 . I loved it. I shed a tear while reading it on the bus. I actually thought you were going to go and eat the dog... Bravo. Bravo.]
[OOC: You can join at any time Mr. Oak! Just follow the character format on the first page, make your story into what you want it to be... And have fun!
Just try and make sure when you join, your actions don't clash/conflicts with the current events or story. I eagerly await your post if you decide to join the story.
Oh and Mach9824 . I loved it. I shed a tear while reading it on the bus. I actually thought you were going to go and eat the dog... Bravo. Bravo.]
Oak Milk
Kill Hungry Thirsty Dead
Name:Jack Robert
Nickname: Jack Daniel (don't ask him why)
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Equipment: 1 week's supply of food, a fighting knife, a sword with a sheath, twin glocks with 1 magazine each and a cantine of water.
Physical Appearance: a well built athletic figure in a full brown cloak for camoflage, brown hair with a light complexion, has several old scars on his face that look like battle scars (they are really from an old bike riding accident but don't inquire.)
Location: Outskirts of the city hidden away in an old factory.
Skills: An ace at melee fighting but cannot handle weapons like the AK-47, often requires backup when heading into a fight. Has a great tactical sense however that makes up for this in a solo battle.
Nationality: Australian however has become a US citizen.
Backpack: a tattered medium backpack.
OCC: my first attempt at one of these so forgive me if I'm not that imaginative.
Hidden away in a factory in the outskirts of the city, Jack is contemplating his next scouting mission.
"Okay priority number 1 has got to be find other survivors, otherwise I'm doomed alone."
The factory is massive and contains many useful tools, Jack walks along searching for anything he can take with him or will be useful before he leaves. "Hmmmm, what have we got, some wrenches..., a few screwdrivers...., nothing really that helpfu- oh hang on what's this powder here?" Jack picks up a bottle filled with a strange powder unsure why it is in a car manufacturing facility.
"Hmmm this could be a bottle of gunpowder, I'll take this with me I might not come back here again."
Jack heads outside donning his camo cloak to help reduce the possiblity of being spotted. Cautiouly he walks down the street, feeling the cool touch of the knife at his belt. Then he sees what he dreaded, a small pack of three zombies heading his way, "only three maybe I can take them." Jack looks around for an edge over the zombies, quickly spotting a pile of debris that would give him a height advantage. "Okay here it goes" Jack jumps onto the debris pile and prepares for a conflict, wishing he had some backup to help him fight these fiends...
Nickname: Jack Daniel (don't ask him why)
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Equipment: 1 week's supply of food, a fighting knife, a sword with a sheath, twin glocks with 1 magazine each and a cantine of water.
Physical Appearance: a well built athletic figure in a full brown cloak for camoflage, brown hair with a light complexion, has several old scars on his face that look like battle scars (they are really from an old bike riding accident but don't inquire.)
Location: Outskirts of the city hidden away in an old factory.
Skills: An ace at melee fighting but cannot handle weapons like the AK-47, often requires backup when heading into a fight. Has a great tactical sense however that makes up for this in a solo battle.
Nationality: Australian however has become a US citizen.
Backpack: a tattered medium backpack.
OCC: my first attempt at one of these so forgive me if I'm not that imaginative.
Hidden away in a factory in the outskirts of the city, Jack is contemplating his next scouting mission.
"Okay priority number 1 has got to be find other survivors, otherwise I'm doomed alone."
The factory is massive and contains many useful tools, Jack walks along searching for anything he can take with him or will be useful before he leaves. "Hmmmm, what have we got, some wrenches..., a few screwdrivers...., nothing really that helpfu- oh hang on what's this powder here?" Jack picks up a bottle filled with a strange powder unsure why it is in a car manufacturing facility.
"Hmmm this could be a bottle of gunpowder, I'll take this with me I might not come back here again."
Jack heads outside donning his camo cloak to help reduce the possiblity of being spotted. Cautiouly he walks down the street, feeling the cool touch of the knife at his belt. Then he sees what he dreaded, a small pack of three zombies heading his way, "only three maybe I can take them." Jack looks around for an edge over the zombies, quickly spotting a pile of debris that would give him a height advantage. "Okay here it goes" Jack jumps onto the debris pile and prepares for a conflict, wishing he had some backup to help him fight these fiends...
Oak Milk
Kill Hungry Thirsty Dead
OCC: just wondering if there was a limit to how much you should write for the backstory just to prevent flooding the forum, otherwise I have left the next bit open for someone to either join in with my fight or for me to finish it if no-one is able to. It might be a good idea thought to finish it after the next bit of the main story is completed so then it can have possibly two parties meeting up?
JKangaroo
Your Local, Neighborhood Marsupial
[OOC:
Its roleplay. You form the story. If people want to join into groups, then its up to them. Remember: Its how you want the story to play out for your character.
It's always nice to leave part of your roleplay open, as it shapes the story in a different way if players want to include themselves in certain events. Yet, if that does not happen, which many times is the case, you can always just fill in the rest of the story later. Again, its all up to you.]