((Accepted))
The blazing sun blistered down on me, it was really warm. I followed the soldiers, occasionally firing at a nearby walker, mostly missing, I needed to get better at this. My bag and the satchel were both heavy, but I continued to carry the large amount of equipment, occasionally setting the satchel down when we got to a corner or safe spot. Sweat drizzled down my forehead, and I felt a moment of vertigo. I took a sip from my canister of water, enough to keep me going.
((Wait, read the rules.))
((Take it easy man. We're still going down the stairs. And it's night.))
((Alright, but it would be quite the change up to have someone in London. And yeah angel should redo the app.))I watched as Megan reciprocated a smile.
"Thanks." She responded, reassured.
I nodded and continued down the stairs, hear one of the men break open a padlock.
The waves of walkers nearly over powered Aaron. He was sweating immensely from the warm day. Three shots rang out and in quick succession, three walkers collapsed to the concrete floor.
"Quick, get to the plane, now!" Screamed a man from the small single engine plane. "Clearing a path sir." Aaron responded; still in focus.
The walkers began to swarm around Aaron and he held them off; a thought transpired. Survive long enough to transfer the documents. Aaron turned and sprinted to the now taking off plane. Dr. Gregory stood in the plane, the door open and his arm out, waving to Aaron to get aboard. Aaron sprinted with all his might, and finally when he had reached the side door of the plane; he leaped sideways and landed on the carpeted floor of the plane.
"Don't you ever stall like that again, we almost lost the documents because of you!" Yelled Dr. Gregory. "I was doing my job." Aaron said; getting up from the ground and holstering his pistol.
((Is it me or are most of the characters in New York? I was thinking we could start heading down to around the Atlantan area in Georgia, as that is where the Walking Dead is based.))
Glasses, Short Near-Black Brown Hair, Slightly Tanned, Green Eyes, Barely Noticeable Mustache, Medium Muscle Tone Clothing
Short Sleeve Black T-Shirt, Beige Cargo Shorts, Black Backpack Personality
Sam is a stubborn teen, and likes to call himself "The Optimistic Pessimist" Biography
Sam was born towards the end of October, and ever since he had a Playstation, he had a deep interest in computers, video games specifically. Sam, during school, was never the popular type, always keeping to himself. One day, a girl, which Sam liked, ask him what the big deal was. Sam simply told her that he deeply hated most everyone at the school. To Sam's surprise, the girl, one of the most popular girls in school, hated her popularity and most of her friends. The two almost instantly became the best of friends. They used to talk occasionally, now it became near impossible to get either one of them to shut up, which landed them both in a detention. About 18 minutes into the detention, the alarm sounded and a voice came over the speaker saying that a group of bloody individuals had entered the school.
Sam, with his natural sense of timing said "Heh, I bet its zombies", at exactly the same time his friend-girl said it. Unfortunately, they were both right. Sam and the girl fled from the school just as a horde made it inside, and agreed to meet at the girl's apartment once they got supplies, Sam, grabbed his dad's .22 rifle, a box of ammo, a few apples, a sleeping bag, and a few bottles of water. Sam went to the girl's house, but heard screaming... the girl's scream. He ran the other way until he couldn't run another foot, and settled down with a few other people in a gas station for the night.
City/Location
Downtown Manhattan Inventory
A Lever Action .22 Long Rifle, 1 box of 250 bullets (only about 37 bullets left),3 Apples, 4 Bottles of water, A sleeping bag Other
Sam's favorite teacher was his science teacher, Mike Walker
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There is no "I" in Team, but there is a "U" in suck.
The engine of the plane roars, making it hard to hear conversation. Aaron sits in the back of the plane, he messes with his gun, occasionally looking up at the bald man in a seat across from him, Aaron notices that he is slightly scared.
Reaching into his pocket, Aaron removes another pistol, a Colt 1911, and hands it to the man.
"Here, for protection." Aaron says handing it to the bald man.
"T- thanks." The man responds nervously.
"We'll be crossing over into Pennsylvania in three hours." Says the pilot over his headset.
((Thanks, and yeah, I mean if your going to do a kid, at least make them use melee weapons, guns aren't found in a discarded grocery cart at your local Walmart.))
Aaron Thomas, Unknown,
"Goddammit!" Yelled Dr. Gregory over the headset.
"What?" Aaron said getting up and approaching the cockpit.
"They want us over in Nevada."
"What, why?" The pilot asked; turning to Gregory.
"They want the documents there, New York is lost."
The plane made a sharp turn, tipping the cockpit, and turned to the west.
Sam nearly jumps out of his sleeping bag. He wonders where he is until he remembers yesterday, he thinks of Julie. He really hopes those screams were not her's. Sam gets up and tells the man who woke him up that he's going scouting.
The man says "Your funeral kid."
Sam leaves the Marathon and immediately sees what zombies can do in a day. Downtown is smoldering from a fire, dead bodies fill the streets. Sam takes a few pot shots at zombies until he realizes that he is an awful shot. he walks through downtown until he sees familiar streets and realizes that Julie's apartment is near by. Sam burst in to see two familiar faces, except they were zombified. They were Julie's Mom and Step-Dad. Sam took advantage of the short range and put a bullet into each of the zombie's skulls before they got to him. Sam carefully looted to bodies, avoiding any infected fluids. Sam then went throughout the apartment, looking in all of the rooms before he came to the bathroom. Sam carefully opened the door and peered inside. In the bathroom, he saw Julie, holding a gun to her head. Sam immediately shouted "NO!" and smacked the gun out of her hand. Julie realized just who had slapped the gun and hugged Sam. Sam asked her why she was going to kill herself. She just said she couldn't take the stress of her family being infected. Sam told her that she still had him, Julie kissed Sam on the cheek and said "Thanks, I really needed that, but what will we do."
"We'll think, then sleep on it."
INVENTORY
.22 Rifle
25 Rounds
2 Apples
1 Bottle of Water
Sleeping Bag
(( Im going to post my Inv., so I can keep track of what I have.))
The plane shook violently, it's speed had lowered and it was descending down onto a stretch of trees.
"Goddammit! I knew we should have landed for fuel back there." Announced the pilot; he angrily smacked his thigh.
"We're low on ammo, if we landed, we would have been swarmed. Gregory responded.
"We could have distracted them."
"With what, human bait?"
"No that's-
"It's too late now, might as well get over it." Aaron interrupted.
"You, you could have handled them, your the only professional here."
"While I'll thank you for the compliment, I'd like to remind you that your idiotic idea would have led to our deaths and the document would have never reached Chris."
The pilot sat quiet for a minute, then nodded.
"Your right, but... but were almost out of fuel, and were nowhere near a damn airport."
"Then land." Gregory said calmly.
"Where? In the trees? If we land here, we'll be torn to shreds. I'm not risking it."
"No, look for flat land, maybe a farm."
"I... Fine, but we've got half an hour before we run out of fuel."
Gregory nodded silently. Aaron stared out the window of the plane, watching shades of green speed on by.
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The scream attracted a horde of those walkers inside. I have no choice but to open fire on them. Knowing the sound will alert the people higher up the building, I brace myself.
Michel woke up to find Ryan all stressed and with his Machete in his hands.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"I don't know, those s*its started to get here like half hour ago, I've tried to wake you up, but you didn't react, I thought you where dead"
"Then what will we do? Will we leave the other guy?"
"Is that or be eaten by those things, I'm leaving, with or without you"
"Okay, let's go, but where?"
"Let's start doing a road to Washington, things there should be better, they won't let the country go to hell for this, the Marines, the National Guard, everyone should be there holding up"
"Okay, but let's go quick, things here start to get worst"
Michel started to run, and he found the keys of the trailer, witch it was a miracle that was still working. "Let's go Ryan!" yield as he started to get out of there. Ryan got up, and they started to travel south, with course to Kennewick.
As they traveled they stopped at a Gas Station and founded (besides biters) supplies to get to the city. "We'll search for more when we get there" said Michel when they got out and started the travel again.
((Take it easy man. We're still going down the stairs. And it's night.))
"Thanks." She responded, reassured.
I nodded and continued down the stairs, hear one of the men break open a padlock.
The waves of walkers nearly over powered Aaron. He was sweating immensely from the warm day. Three shots rang out and in quick succession, three walkers collapsed to the concrete floor.
"Quick, get to the plane, now!" Screamed a man from the small single engine plane.
"Clearing a path sir." Aaron responded; still in focus.
The walkers began to swarm around Aaron and he held them off; a thought transpired. Survive long enough to transfer the documents. Aaron turned and sprinted to the now taking off plane. Dr. Gregory stood in the plane, the door open and his arm out, waving to Aaron to get aboard.
Aaron sprinted with all his might, and finally when he had reached the side door of the plane; he leaped sideways and landed on the carpeted floor of the plane.
"Don't you ever stall like that again, we almost lost the documents because of you!" Yelled Dr. Gregory.
"I was doing my job." Aaron said; getting up from the ground and holstering his pistol.
((That's better, accepted.))
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The engine of the plane roars, making it hard to hear conversation. Aaron sits in the back of the plane, he messes with his gun, occasionally looking up at the bald man in a seat across from him, Aaron notices that he is slightly scared.
Reaching into his pocket, Aaron removes another pistol, a Colt 1911, and hands it to the man.
"Here, for protection." Aaron says handing it to the bald man.
"T- thanks." The man responds nervously.
"We'll be crossing over into Pennsylvania in three hours." Says the pilot over his headset.
((Accepted))
Aaron Thomas, Unknown,
"Goddammit!" Yelled Dr. Gregory over the headset.
"What?" Aaron said getting up and approaching the cockpit.
"They want us over in Nevada."
"What, why?" The pilot asked; turning to Gregory.
"They want the documents there, New York is lost."
The plane made a sharp turn, tipping the cockpit, and turned to the west.
Sam nearly jumps out of his sleeping bag. He wonders where he is until he remembers yesterday, he thinks of Julie. He really hopes those screams were not her's. Sam gets up and tells the man who woke him up that he's going scouting.
The man says "Your funeral kid."
Sam leaves the Marathon and immediately sees what zombies can do in a day. Downtown is smoldering from a fire, dead bodies fill the streets. Sam takes a few pot shots at zombies until he realizes that he is an awful shot. he walks through downtown until he sees familiar streets and realizes that Julie's apartment is near by. Sam burst in to see two familiar faces, except they were zombified. They were Julie's Mom and Step-Dad. Sam took advantage of the short range and put a bullet into each of the zombie's skulls before they got to him. Sam carefully looted to bodies, avoiding any infected fluids. Sam then went throughout the apartment, looking in all of the rooms before he came to the bathroom. Sam carefully opened the door and peered inside. In the bathroom, he saw Julie, holding a gun to her head. Sam immediately shouted "NO!" and smacked the gun out of her hand. Julie realized just who had slapped the gun and hugged Sam. Sam asked her why she was going to kill herself. She just said she couldn't take the stress of her family being infected. Sam told her that she still had him, Julie kissed Sam on the cheek and said "Thanks, I really needed that, but what will we do."
"We'll think, then sleep on it."
INVENTORY
.22 Rifle
25 Rounds
2 Apples
1 Bottle of Water
Sleeping Bag
(( Im going to post my Inv., so I can keep track of what I have.))
((I based my character off of myself during the most fun period of my life, I don't know about everyone else though.))
The plane shook violently, it's speed had lowered and it was descending down onto a stretch of trees.
"Goddammit! I knew we should have landed for fuel back there." Announced the pilot; he angrily smacked his thigh.
"We're low on ammo, if we landed, we would have been swarmed. Gregory responded.
"We could have distracted them."
"With what, human bait?"
"No that's-
"It's too late now, might as well get over it." Aaron interrupted.
"You, you could have handled them, your the only professional here."
"While I'll thank you for the compliment, I'd like to remind you that your idiotic idea would have led to our deaths and the document would have never reached Chris."
The pilot sat quiet for a minute, then nodded.
"Your right, but... but were almost out of fuel, and were nowhere near a damn airport."
"Then land." Gregory said calmly.
"Where? In the trees? If we land here, we'll be torn to shreds. I'm not risking it."
"No, look for flat land, maybe a farm."
"I... Fine, but we've got half an hour before we run out of fuel."
Gregory nodded silently. Aaron stared out the window of the plane, watching shades of green speed on by.
Poughkeepsie
The scream attracted a horde of those walkers inside. I have no choice but to open fire on them. Knowing the sound will alert the people higher up the building, I brace myself.
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Michel woke up to find Ryan all stressed and with his Machete in his hands.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"I don't know, those s*its started to get here like half hour ago, I've tried to wake you up, but you didn't react, I thought you where dead"
"Then what will we do? Will we leave the other guy?"
"Is that or be eaten by those things, I'm leaving, with or without you"
"Okay, let's go, but where?"
"Let's start doing a road to Washington, things there should be better, they won't let the country go to hell for this, the Marines, the National Guard, everyone should be there holding up"
"Okay, but let's go quick, things here start to get worst"
Michel started to run, and he found the keys of the trailer, witch it was a miracle that was still working. "Let's go Ryan!" yield as he started to get out of there. Ryan got up, and they started to travel south, with course to Kennewick.
As they traveled they stopped at a Gas Station and founded (besides biters) supplies to get to the city. "We'll search for more when we get there" said Michel when they got out and started the travel again.