Hello all, welcome to the zombie infested city of new york. It is about two weeks since the disease first struck. You are surviving zombies who are slow moving.
Start out anywhere! and try not to god mode.
(Definition of god moding is being unkillable, Nobody can hurt you, etc...)
Name: Bryan Fury Age: 22 Family: Deceased Weapon: Crowbar and Pistol Bio: Bryan's wife and child died when the virus first broke out, He has been alone ever since. He believes everyone is dead. Personality: He is constantly looking for other survivors and is willing to help.
This is a basic profile skeleton, Hopefully you will join!
Bryan walked down the abandoned street that held his shack. It was in the middle of nowhere so that was a good thing, he had always been glad he had made it there. There was barbed wire that he had recently set up in front of the road like a barrier. He quickly hopped over the barbed wire that was attatched to a wooden fence and began walking to his front door. Suddenly an infected man, about his mid twenties, came out of nowhere and knocked him to the ground.
Bryan struggled for his crowbar that was hanging from his right pocket, he quickly got ahold of it and bashed the zombie in the head. Its blood shot out and splashed on Bryans goggles and mask and fell on him. He quickly pushed it off of him and walked inside.
Name: SREE!! Age: unknown Race: Hawkoid Owns: a truck, teddy ruxben, stereo,and a horse
Oops, sorry thought it was Gamma World lol
Sree, drives along the abandoned city streets in her truck, being pulled by a draft horse for lack of gas, plowing down zombies and searching for food stuffs.
*charges up towards thread and bites it*
there now this thread is infected with my prescence it shall never be taken seriously and will likely be removed.
Edit: Just wait till the others get here and tear it apart.
(I'm pretty turned on on the Idea... I love RP!!!)
Name: Silbo "Blues-boy" Walker Age: 20 Family: Moved to New Jersey... Owns: An ol' pair of beaten' boots, a Gibson Les Paul, a short .22 and a Harmonica.
Silbo was coming out of a night club where he was palying, when suddenly his bass palyer became a zomebie... So did everyone else; He jump'd around a shot a bit and put the place on fire with the liquor stored... Taking some cheap scotch on the way.
*Comes out and lights a cigarette*
Damn, my shirt is blood stained...
*Sees SREE's truck and trie's to make contact by waving with the bottle*
*Suddenly a group of zombies emerge from the bushes and start to clamber towards the "blues boy.
amogst them a zombie confined to a wheelchair led the group almost speaking in a deep tone though the chairs mechanical speech system*
Aaaw crap, not now...
*Shoots the leader wheelchair-zombie in the head, throws the scotch bottle at the zombie group and the cigarrette, which becomes a huge fireball that doesn't really make sense and is clearly special FX from hollywood*
Damn, I need a liquor store...
*Still some zombies remain now only weaker but on fire trudging along at a snails pace.*
Y U NO BURN!!!
Take that, and that...!!
*Click... Click click...*
Bryan notices Silbo
"hey, crazy stuff out here?"