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Post by †Lak† on May 10, 2009 15:57:07 GMT -5
Zombies!
Present Day: No where to run. No where to hide. Trapped in New York, the city that never sleeps. Departed family trying to kill you. Deceased friends trying to infect you. They're everywhere... Can we last?
This Rp is a present day zombie apocalypse There are two kinds of people in this world, Those who have a zombie plan, and those who will be zombies. You are alone in a city of near 20,000,000 inhabitants and all of them want you dead. But there are people left who are braving the fight, just like you. Finding them, getting out of the city, and living all at the same time will be your mission. <If you've played and/or have seen Dead Rising, I Am Legend, Dawn of the Dead, Left 4 Dead, Resident Evil, or any other zombie media, Then you may enjoy this.> RP # of Characters: 3 (The RP started)
Name: (Anything you want. Could use your actual, dont if you dont want to, or make up a cool name. Age: Physical Characteristics: (Traits and appearance, are you fast, strong, smart, tall, short... and what you're wearing.) Bio: (describe your character's past and what they were doin in New York.) Location:(Where are you at in this city) Weapon: (Everyone has something they'd use. This is an important decision and be sure to cover why you have it in your bio or your fist post.) ______________________________
Name: Luke Daniel Age: 17 Physical Characteristics: Shorter than most college students, brown black hair, smart and quick minded. Wears a blood-stained white Tshirt and denim jeans. Bio: Luke just moved to NYC to go to the new college built just this year, the University of National Deoxyribonucleic Experimentation and Augmentation of Diseases, and was in the process of moving into his apartment when all hell broke loose in the city. Location: Tenth floor apartment in the center of the city Weapon: Crowbar
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Post by Dan the Man on May 10, 2009 16:38:26 GMT -5
OOOHHH, looks nice. Here I go.
Name: Logan Creed Age: 22 Physical Characteristics: Taller than the average man, dirty blond hair, smart. Currently wearing a black under armor shirt with military pants. Bio: Logan was in New York on vacation at his parents' house from West Point when everything he remembered there went to hell. Luckily, he had a cabinet holding weapons in his garage, so he suited up. He strapped up with a grand total of three pistols, one shotgun, and one katana he bought two years before. Weapon(s): He has two desert eagles, a .44 magnum, a twelve-gauge shotgun, and his katana.
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Post by Darkie on May 10, 2009 19:59:35 GMT -5
Name: Sheila Woodhouse Age: 28 Physical Characteristics: She has light brown hair, white skin, hazel colored eyes, and a slender bodied build. She is wearing a white T-shirt with an AVIREX logo on the front, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Bio: She is Austrailian, and recently moved here from her home country for her new job in NYC. She has a pet boxing kangaroo named Steve who came along with her. She snuck a couple weapons too, a submachine gun, a pair of nunchuks, and a rail gun. She was on her way to her new work place to fill out paperwork when all hell broke loose. Location: Sheila is currently in her house in a suburban neighborhood nearby. The house is being constantly beseiged by zombies, but Sheila and Steve fight them off whenever they come. Weapon: She has a Walther MPK brand submachine gun, a rail gun, a pair of nunchuks, and an incredible boxing kangaroo.
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Post by †Lak† on May 10, 2009 20:26:58 GMT -5
(ooc: I'll start. But, um, maybe a bionic kangaroo is too much... how about a dog?)
From Luke's fire escape he could hear the screams of people below. A cold sweat broke down his neck. Luke ran back into his apartment crammed with unopened boxes. He ran past the unnamed cardboard boxes to his room where he kept a large box of his possessions next to the air mattress he slept on. Luke ripped off the cover of the box and dug threw pictures and mementos. His frantic fingers found the cold touch of steel and a grin stretched across Luke's face.
Luke stepped out onto his fire escape for a second time that night, but this time with his long steel enforced crow bar with the words, "IN CASE OF ZOMBIE ATTACK", inscribed on the grip. He started his decent down his fire escape, into hell, adrenaline rushing, ready for action.
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Post by Darkie on May 10, 2009 20:55:45 GMT -5
Sheila was in her house in the normally quiet neighborhood, cooking lunch for her and Steve. Steve sat down on the couch, watching an old TV sitcom. His tail twitched patiently as he waited for lunch. Sheila remebered seeing zombies everywhere as she drove to work to fill out her paperwork for her new job, they were climbing all over her car, smashing glass and denting the doors to get in. A sudden loud bang on the door disturbed her from her reverie. She grabbed her pair of black, steel-lined nunchuks, ready to fight if it was more zombies. They constantly attacked the house, trying to get at the residents holed up inside. Steve was ready too, he had his lucky red boxing gloves on, and was stalking slowly to the door. Sheila walked up to the door, turned the knob, and opened the door. " OH MAH GAWD!!!" she screamed. The horribly torn and bloody body of Mrs. Strebochev, wife of Russian repairman Jason Strebochev, lay dead, strewn on the porch. A gaggle of zombies were converging on the house, frothy yellow foam dripping from their gaping mouths like raccoons with rabies. " Bastards!!!!!" she yelled, angry at them for the death of Gloria Strebochev, and even more so for leaving her body at the front door. One of the zombies closest to her lunged at her. Steve immediately came to her defense. One fist blew the zombie's head sky-high, and a large foot kicked the body away, where it collided into another zombie. Sheila brandished her nunchuks, whirling them around at an alarming speed as she charged the zombies, with Steve close behind.
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Post by CrimsontheWolf on May 10, 2009 21:36:29 GMT -5
Name: Blaze Silverscale Age:26 Physical Characteristics: he wears his own special pair of red tiger BDU's (anyone with COD4 should know what im talking about) and combat boots. He has lanky looks and sharp facial features and scars on his face. Bio:Blaze is a retired military man he dosn't remember who he is or what hes doing in the city. Location:millitary supplie station. Weapon: traditanaly made katana and a M-16. OOC: ill take this off if only 3 people are aloud.
Blaze walked what was left of the army suplie station he was in checking on the few serviving greenhorns of the entire place. they were still in shock from the last wave of the siege that had taken most of the other trops life's. Blaze turned as the auto turents to took out another zombie. "we need to move out of this place soon another group asult by those zombies and were dead" Blaze said talking to himself "Sgt Blaze!" one of the four servining soldiers yelled as they ran up "yes soldier?" Blaze replied "There's a large group of zombies moving from the north they will be here by morning." the soldier told him with a salute. "At ease. Were in for hell tomarow prepare everone." Blaze said and walked off.
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Post by Darkie on May 11, 2009 16:47:32 GMT -5
Sheila battered away at the zombies, smashing their skulls in and shoving them away. " Steve! Go into the kitchen and look under the sink, there's a box of matches! Hurry!" she yelled. Steve, having defeated another zombie, turned and hopped into the kitchen, opening the cabinet and grabbing the box of matches. Hopping back outside, he handed her the matches, then turned and swept his tail, knocking the zombies before they could overwhelm Sheila. She lit several matches and tossed them, lighting several zombies on fire. A few minutes later, twelve piles of ashes lay where zombies had been. She smiled, " Fire's one thing that'll get rid of a zombie for good, now, we'd better burn Mrs. Strebochev so she won't turn into a zombie." She hauled the dead woman's still bleeding body out onto the lawn, and tossed a lit match, the body immediately caught on fire. The pair waited until the body was completely burned, then tossed water on it so the fire wouldn't spread.
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Post by †Lak† on May 11, 2009 22:06:40 GMT -5
Luke ran quickly down the road, cars burning and zombies in almost every ally. Dead people in the streets lay half eaten, twitching as they try to pull themselves together. There were people fighting off the zombies still, although few and doomed. Luke saw through the window of a butcher shop a man with a large cleaver surrounded in his own shop. Just counting heads, Luke saw near 50 and guessed the man had less than a minute to rend as many as he could...
Luke kept running, aware of the screams and moans of fallen people and rising dead. Gripping his crowbar tight, Luke ran as hard as his legs could propel him. Luke knew of a military base in the city. It was a new as the University, almost made in the same night. If there was a safe place to be, Luke knew that it was his best bet.
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Post by Dan the Man on May 11, 2009 23:32:37 GMT -5
Logan began searchng the city for survivors. He checked apartments and only saw zombies. So he went to the streets to search. He saw a man running down the street, heading towards the new military base that was in the city. What the man didn't see was twenty or so zombies chasing him. Logan rushed in to intervene.
"Look out!" Logan said, attacking the zombies. He shot a few with his shotgun, then decapitated the rest with his katana. Catching his breath, he began talking. "You're not one of them, right? 'Cause I would have to kill you." Logan said. "No, I'm still human. The name's Luke. Luke Daniel." Luke replied. "Pleasure. My name's Logan Creed. Let's get moving." Logan said. The two began running again.
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Post by †Lak† on May 12, 2009 5:40:06 GMT -5
The two kept running until they hit one of the residential districts of the city. Luke knew that going through meant the fastest way to the base, but Luke could smell the dead and hear no resistance or screaming anywhere. Luke slowed down to a walk.
"This looks *huff* bad." Luke said, catching his breath. "I agree, where are all the people?" said Logan. Luke's face became grim. "Most likely zombies, we need to head south. I want to be there before the sun sets."
The two stared walking, Logan in front and Luke covering his back. They walked briskly down the street when Luke noticed it becoming darker and darker. Luke looked for the sun, but it was already behind the houses to the west. "Run." Luke said, running past Logan's side to the nearest house. Logan and Luke jumped up the stairs of the indistinct house and found that it was left unlocked and no zombies were inside. "Odd, you'd think there would be some here..." Luke said, his eyes glancing through the window. "Maybe they were already drawn out." Logan said.
A choir of moans and shrieks filled the night as Luke saw the Zombies. They were every where, all with glowing red eyes and heading directly for their house. Luke's jaw dropped. The sound of machine gun fire shook the night, and the front line of zombies staggered. Luke could see a girl and a kangaroo on the front porch of the house next door. Logan opened the door of the house and started running to her house, Luke following in his wake. The girl was in her mid 20's by the look of it, and she smiled at the two when she saw they we're human. Luke stepped off the porch and gripped his crowbar tightly, Luke heard the slide of a magazine and the reload of a shotgun. The wave was about to Luke when he said, "...This is where the fun begins."
Luke ran at the first mob.
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Post by Darkie on May 12, 2009 14:25:22 GMT -5
Sheila loaded another magazine of bullets into her submachine gun as the zombies came at them. The two men were fighting as well, one wielding a crowbar and the other, a shotgun. Steve rushed in to join the fray, kicking and punching zombies away, or pushing them so the man with the shotgun could get a clean shot. The sound of the machine gun rattled through the night, zombies staggering under the immense number of bullets flying at them per second. Sheila then took out her other weapon, a huge rail gun, and fired at the zombies. The bullets punched right through them, and they fell down under the combined might of the crowbar, kangaroo, and three guns.
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Post by †Lak† on May 12, 2009 20:08:22 GMT -5
Luke smashed a zombie clean in the face with the curve in his crowbar, whipping it back around to smash another zombie. The horde kept coming, but sluggishly. As Luke began to wonder when he would actually have to work, the zombies scattered, running back they way they came and between houses across the street. Luke kept his crowbar up.
Luke felt the shaking of the ground below him before he saw a monster of a zombie charging at the house. It looked as though every muscle in it's body had tripled in size, it's upper body the size of a van. It grabbed a parked car 3 houses down and hurled it forward. The car rolled through the air as Luke ducked. The car lobbed a foot over his head and crashed against the house Logan and he were just in. The woman on the porch fired her massive rail gun, and the bullet soared directly into it's shoulder, but couldn't punch all the way through the muscle. The tank didn't stop charging.
"Run!" Luke said, sprinting back to the porch.
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Post by Darkie on May 12, 2009 20:49:24 GMT -5
Sheila took the man's advice, and led them into the house. The huge zombie moster was too big to be taken down by a boxing kangaroo of Steve's prowess, much less three different guns! The two men and Steve crowded inside the house, and Sheila slammed the door closed just as the zombie monster lobbed another car at them. " What are we going to do?" she asked in her noticable Australian accent, " If we stay here, that tank will get us sooner or later, any other places of refuge?" One of the people, a brown haired boy who looked in his teens, spoke, " We were on our way to the military base nearby, but it got too dark outside, and the zombies attacked." Sheila said, " Well, we can't stay here until Mr. Undead Gorilla out there busts down the house on top of us, what's the plan?"
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Post by †Lak† on May 12, 2009 21:29:10 GMT -5
Just as she asked, a car slammed into her house, making a hole big enough for the tank to squeeze through. "The base is south of here, but i dont think we can out run it. We need to take this thing down..." Luke looked around as he heard the thing crash through the porch. The first thing that caught his eye were a box of matches. Quickly, he formed an idea. "Kitchen! Grab a rag and anything wet and flammable!" Logan pulled out both his pistols as the woman ran into the kitchen. To Luke's dismay, the matches were near the hole. The Tank half visible through it. As Logan fired his guns, Luke rolled over to the matches and snatched them up. A second later, the woman came out of the kitchen with an old rag and a bottle of whiskey. Luke threw the matches to her and rolled back to them as Logan fired more bullets at the tank's face as it entered the room. It staggered back against the wall opposite of them.
Just as the tank was about to rush them all, the woman threw the bottle with the rag half in the bottle, half on fire, at the tank. Logan holstered his second pistol and with perfect accuracy, he blasted the bottle into a million shards. The rag lit the alcohol and the upper torso of the tank became engulfed in bright yellow blaze. It reflexively tried to shake off the fire, but it soon collapsed to the ground as it's face charred to a crisp.
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Post by Dan the Man on May 12, 2009 21:46:21 GMT -5
"We have to move." Logan said. "That hole will be pouring with zombies in minutes. Is there another way out?" "Yea, there's the back door." Sheila replied. "We go that way." Logan said. The three of them, and the kangaroo, headed cautiously to the back door, with Logan leading the way. Being cautious, Logan kicked down the back door and fired a round with his shotgun. It hit a zombie in the face, re-killing it. "We have to run." Logan said again. He put his shotgun in his back holster and took out his katana. The four of them started running south, keeping to backyards where they have a better chance of not being caught by zombies.
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