I turn towards the kitchen, blood splatters the floor and it looks like someone was dragged. I ready my pistol and turn to see someone curled into a ball.
*Flashback*
Three months ago: After unsuccessfully tracking down my parents murderers, i decided to relax. I took some Zynn and Vodka and sat in my bath tub. I thought back to my parents death, two cups of Vodka washed it down. I thought about the orphanage i was raised in afterwards, two Zynns. Soon they made a wrong mixture and i passed out, luckily this girl i was seeing came in to brush her teeth and took me to the hospital. I spent a few nights there, waiting for the plug to be pulled. I wasn't trying to commit suicide, but i was welcoming death at this point. My girlfriend later broke up with me after learning that i took Zynn. One week passes and now the walkers start showing up. Everyone thought it was one of those face eating people who took Bath Salts or whatever, but then more started appearing, something was up. But during that time, i was sent to Rehab and was on my way to recovery. Another week passed and soon humanity was being strained. Then the government collapsed and ya da ya da. My first encounter with a Walker was with my girlfriend. She got back together with me when i went to Rehab and was then bit. I tried to constrain her and wait for a cure, but one never came, so i put her down.
((My character is unaware of the viruses affects, he thinks until later on, that they were sick. Also, Suppier, do you want to be the homeless drug dealer in my characters flashbacks? If you don't know who he is, just review my new characters Flashbacks.))
I followed her inside, keeping a nice firm grip to my machete. I switched the machete to my left hand and removed my Desert Eagle from my bag, just in case up close and personal conflicts come into the picture. I looked around the Coffee Shop, tables, chairs, and bodies littered the floor. Blood was splattered on the wall and it smelled horrible. I stepped on broken glass, it crackled as i continued to follow the woman.
I assisted the woman with the walkers, she seemed pretty skilled at what she did. "You never told me your name." I said vaguely. I dug my machete into a walkers face.
"And don't expect me to care." I said exiting the building. I walk down the street towards the Coffee Shop, finally, peace and quiet. My mentor, or whatever you call a trainer, taught me to enjoy the peace and quiet, i learned to love it when i was thrusted into this Apocalypse. Two weeks before the outbreak, i had gotten a lead on my parents murderers, they were said be hiding out in Washington D.C., I didn't know what to expect from this lead, I mean the murderers could be anywhere. I heard from another lead that they were supposedly homeless, so that's karma at it's works there.
*Flashback*
Three Months Ago: I remember that day fondly. It was a Sunday, i was on a plane, perfect place to be i guess. People all around me were coughing, it was disgusting. By the time i got off, I started coughing, nothing serious though. I saw my drug dealer, he was dressed in a trench coat, he was a fairly odd fellow, bearded, he looked homeless. I walked up to him and motioned him to a secure place. "So, you know where their at?" I asked him. He nodded and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Look, these people have paid for their crimes, they are clean now, there's- "Don't give me a redemption speech, you and i both know i'm long from redemption." I said looking out into the crowd of people. He looked me in the eyes, his expression was stern. "Look, I've had my share of grief and I've wanted people dead but- "They killed my parents, in front of me! They tortured them in front of me. They beat me and left me tied to a god damned chair in front of my mutilated parents. They deserve to die!" I yelled louder than i wanted to. People looked over at us, but i didn't care. "Just tell me where they are and we'll move on from there." I said.
((Suppier, the drug dealer isn't you, but if you want it to be, just ask.))
I laughed a little and said "Right." I walked around the store, searching through the alcohols. "So, your little Miss Bad ass right? You think that living in this hell hole without anybody to help you is a smart decision?" I said laughing more. I gripped onto my pistol and upholstered it. "Your not going to live forever alone, and if you think you are- I laughed- Then your a dumb ass." I grabbed a bottle of Vodka and placed it in my bag, you know, for those bad nights where you need to relax. Two walkers entered through the front and i quickly killed them. "Listen, i know your stressed and under pressure, so lets just go save your friends and move on." I said finally while exiting through the front doors. I removed my bow and fired at some of the Walkers. The horde looked to have maybe twenty walkers, easy to deal with if you pick them off one by one. My arrows entered their heads and the horde was drawn to me now. I slowly backed away as they walked towards me, their numbers dropped from twenty to seventeen, to five as the minutes passed. I kissed an arrow and placed it on the bow's string. "Sleep tight in hell, ****." I said releasing the arrow and watching it pierce through the last walkers head. The walker collapsed and i retrieved my arrows from their heads. Ten minutes or so had passed since i exited the Liquor store and i had finished off twenty walkers in a short period of time. I looked towards the Coffee Shop, i could see somebody in there, and i went back inside to the woman.
"Come on, lets go meet your friend." I said to the woman while walking in.
((Lets forget about John, lets say that he found a nice place to live or whatever.))
Drawling an arrow from my quiver, i inhale as i aim down at passing Walkers. They stumble over the corpses of many unfortunate people. I aim down at the shell of my deceased friend, Michael. The pain of his death has passed, this is how its got to be. I release the arrow from the string and watch his corpse collapse to the street. I sigh in relief as the Walkers continue to walk on by, silent today, nothing to worry about. I stand from my kneeling position and look out over the city, it had been awhile since i actually enjoyed the sight of the concrete jungle. I noticed that over a three month span, very little has changed. The un-mowed grass has grown tall, the trees have spread out throughout the city, its almost as though we all just dropped everything. After the government collapsed, nothing seems controlled anymore, we have TRUE freedom to do whatever. I climb down the fire escape into a trash laden alleyway. I quickly silence two walkers with my Machete, no attention was drawn, thankfully. I peer around the edge of a building from the alleyway, i notice a tank, a few Walkers, and a large stockpile of MRE's. I am low on food, i could do with three more. I plan out how i'm going to get the MRE's and attempt to draw the walkers attention towards a rolling can. They fall for it as planned and i quickly shoot them in the head with my silenced Desert Eagle, i aim for the head because its supposedly the most effective way to eliminate them. I sprint to the MRE stockpile and grab three then i continue sprinting to my base of operations, my temporary home. I opened the door to a hotel room and quickly close it, i decided that the first floor would be the best way to escape if i needed to.
I lay my bow and quiver on a nearby desk and set my backpack down on the chair. I eat an MRE and lay down on the bed. I hear a shot ring out as i close my eyes. I sit up on the bed, could it be? I go over to the window of the room and open the curtains, a person had broken into an apartment across from me. I grabbed my gear and quickly exited the hotel, not worrying about leaving the door open.
((Catching up))
I watch from the roof top of the hotel at two men firing at Walkers as they enter a Coffee Shop. I look down to somebody running towards a Liquor store, everything sped on and i decided to assist. The two in the Coffee shop were overwhelmed so i decided to not help them. But the one running probably needed assistance. I quickly made my way to the Liquor store and entered through the back. I looked around, two bodies lay on the floor, blood splattered everywhere and a woman was walking around. I slowly followed the woman and made my introduction. "Hey." I said to her.
((Eh, John runs off or whatever, sorry for sounding rude, wasn't my intentions. And sorry for powergaming.))
Name: Jesse Daniels Age:(13-50) 26 Gender:(Male/Female) Male Appearance:(Include either a photo or Description) Personality: Rough, Loner, Sarcastic Humor, Hot-Headed, Bad ass Biography: Master at Archery, Minor at park our, trained by a hit man, Majored in Writing, Addicted to a drug call Zynn. Jesse became an orphan after his parents were murdered by two drug lords who sold Zynn. Jesse made it his personal vendetta to track down the murderers and kill them. His vendetta drove him to the point where he murdered an innocent bystander who had been said to have information on the Drug lords whereabouts. When the Walkers appeared, Jesse decided to forget the past and move forward. He is in New York. Sorry for the lame Bio. Inventory:(10 items or less) Bow and 103 Arrows, Silenced Desert Eagle and 10 clips of ammo, 3 MRE's, Sleeping Bag, Two large water Bottles, Crow Bar, Machete Other: I'm the owner, i don't need to say Walker.
((Sry if the explanation was rude sounding, didn't mean it to be.))
((Some people get scared during stressful situations and use things they think are helpful to solve a situation. I mean can you picture yourself fighting off waves of zombies with a knife? The first thing you'd reach for is a gun because, it's a gun. And not everyone in the Apocalypse is aware of sound attacking zombies.))
((Didn't power game, Epic said i could control his character temporarily while he was busy getting approved posts, also i stated, and this is what i think you got confused on, that i "Cleared a path to the van for Shana" I think you thought i mean't Shana got into the van. The only thing i specified on was that i gave your character directions and cleared a path for you and then was over runned by walkers. Therefore, i did not power game.))
When i search around the store, two other survivors approach me, they are carrying crowbars. "Who the hell are you." They ask. "Same question can be asked of you." I respond gripping tightly onto my machete, I've dealt with these types of people before, nothing but "Raiders", they steal supplies and are spread vastly across the world, or so I've heard. They approach me slowly and i see one with his eyes starring intently at my pistol. "Look what you've brought to our little domain you ****." One of them says while pointing at me with his crowbar. "Give us your stuff, now!" The other says. "Go to hell." I respond lifting my desert eagle to their faces. "Two against one, aint great odds my friend." One says while swinging the crowbar at my head. I trip backwards and fire at the guy who swung first's head. He collapsed to the floor and i was jumped on by the other who punched me. I grabbed my machete as he raised his fist and stabbed it through his head from behind. I threw the man off me and began panting heavily. I stood up and looked down at their corpses. I rummaged through their stuff and found a lighter, a shotgun with plenty of ammo, one canteen of water, and a walkie talkie. The walkie talkie was preset to a channel. I wondered if there were any others out there, i clicked it on and said "Hello?". I heard the honk of a car door and quickly grabbed my gear and set out for the front door. They had returned to pick me up.
Me and the guy pull away all the chairs and tables blocking the entry and allow the walkers in. I use my machete and he uses his gun. We fight the walkers one by one. Soon we were back against the wall, they were piling on. "We need to get out of here, quickly!" I yell over the moaning. He nods and we go through the back door of the coffee shop. We meet up with Shana as she's fighting the walkers, the man spots a mini van and runs on up ahead to it and motions us to get in. I help clear a passage for Shana and allow her to get to the car, but i'm soon over run. I quickly manevour a large walker, i got to get out of this mess. In the confusion, the man escapes in the van leaving me behind. I desperately fight to survive, knocking away walkers as i run to the nearest safe place i can find. I sprint past the MRE stockpile and into the Liquor store. I black the entrance and look for somewhere to hide. I hope Shana and that man return to me soon.((Btw, in the Second Season of this RPG, my Character will look like this. Thank you Suppier for providing me the pic.))
((Finally got rid of those damn restrictions))
I look over at Shana and nod. "We should probably get rid of them but we need to plan it out." I look over to the new guy. "You, your heavily armed and seem to know what your doing, i need you to come with me, we'll charge them from the front, Shana, you'll take them from the alleyway." I pulled out my machete and held it in my left hand and my Desert Eagle in my right. "Ready?" I ask.
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Three months ago: After unsuccessfully tracking down my parents murderers, i decided to relax. I took some Zynn and Vodka and sat in my bath tub. I thought back to my parents death, two cups of Vodka washed it down. I thought about the orphanage i was raised in afterwards, two Zynns. Soon they made a wrong mixture and i passed out, luckily this girl i was seeing came in to brush her teeth and took me to the hospital. I spent a few nights there, waiting for the plug to be pulled. I wasn't trying to commit suicide, but i was welcoming death at this point. My girlfriend later broke up with me after learning that i took Zynn. One week passes and now the walkers start showing up. Everyone thought it was one of those face eating people who took Bath Salts or whatever, but then more started appearing, something was up. But during that time, i was sent to Rehab and was on my way to recovery. Another week passed and soon humanity was being strained. Then the government collapsed and ya da ya da. My first encounter with a Walker was with my girlfriend. She got back together with me when i went to Rehab and was then bit. I tried to constrain her and wait for a cure, but one never came, so i put her down.
((My character is unaware of the viruses affects, he thinks until later on, that they were sick. Also, Suppier, do you want to be the homeless drug dealer in my characters flashbacks? If you don't know who he is, just review my new characters Flashbacks.))
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((Suppier, the drug dealer isn't you, but if you want it to be, just ask.))
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"Come on, lets go meet your friend." I said to the woman while walking in.
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Drawling an arrow from my quiver, i inhale as i aim down at passing Walkers. They stumble over the corpses of many unfortunate people. I aim down at the shell of my deceased friend, Michael. The pain of his death has passed, this is how its got to be. I release the arrow from the string and watch his corpse collapse to the street. I sigh in relief as the Walkers continue to walk on by, silent today, nothing to worry about. I stand from my kneeling position and look out over the city, it had been awhile since i actually enjoyed the sight of the concrete jungle. I noticed that over a three month span, very little has changed. The un-mowed grass has grown tall, the trees have spread out throughout the city, its almost as though we all just dropped everything. After the government collapsed, nothing seems controlled anymore, we have TRUE freedom to do whatever. I climb down the fire escape into a trash laden alleyway. I quickly silence two walkers with my Machete, no attention was drawn, thankfully. I peer around the edge of a building from the alleyway, i notice a tank, a few Walkers, and a large stockpile of MRE's. I am low on food, i could do with three more. I plan out how i'm going to get the MRE's and attempt to draw the walkers attention towards a rolling can. They fall for it as planned and i quickly shoot them in the head with my silenced Desert Eagle, i aim for the head because its supposedly the most effective way to eliminate them. I sprint to the MRE stockpile and grab three then i continue sprinting to my base of operations, my temporary home. I opened the door to a hotel room and quickly close it, i decided that the first floor would be the best way to escape if i needed to.
I lay my bow and quiver on a nearby desk and set my backpack down on the chair. I eat an MRE and lay down on the bed. I hear a shot ring out as i close my eyes. I sit up on the bed, could it be? I go over to the window of the room and open the curtains, a person had broken into an apartment across from me. I grabbed my gear and quickly exited the hotel, not worrying about leaving the door open.
((Catching up))
I watch from the roof top of the hotel at two men firing at Walkers as they enter a Coffee Shop. I look down to somebody running towards a Liquor store, everything sped on and i decided to assist. The two in the Coffee shop were overwhelmed so i decided to not help them. But the one running probably needed assistance. I quickly made my way to the Liquor store and entered through the back. I looked around, two bodies lay on the floor, blood splattered everywhere and a woman was walking around. I slowly followed the woman and made my introduction. "Hey." I said to her.
((Eh, John runs off or whatever, sorry for sounding rude, wasn't my intentions. And sorry for powergaming.))
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Age:(13-50) 26
Gender:(Male/Female) Male
Appearance:(Include either a photo or Description)
Personality: Rough, Loner, Sarcastic Humor, Hot-Headed, Bad ass
Biography: Master at Archery, Minor at park our, trained by a hit man, Majored in Writing, Addicted to a drug call Zynn. Jesse became an orphan after his parents were murdered by two drug lords who sold Zynn. Jesse made it his personal vendetta to track down the murderers and kill them. His vendetta drove him to the point where he murdered an innocent bystander who had been said to have information on the Drug lords whereabouts. When the Walkers appeared, Jesse decided to forget the past and move forward. He is in New York. Sorry for the lame Bio.
Inventory:(10 items or less) Bow and 103 Arrows, Silenced Desert Eagle and 10 clips of ammo, 3 MRE's, Sleeping Bag, Two large water Bottles, Crow Bar, Machete
Other: I'm the owner, i don't need to say Walker.
((Sry if the explanation was rude sounding, didn't mean it to be.))
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Note to fellow players, Season 2 of this RPG will begin most likely on October 31 or November 2, so prepare!
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I look over at Shana and nod. "We should probably get rid of them but we need to plan it out." I look over to the new guy. "You, your heavily armed and seem to know what your doing, i need you to come with me, we'll charge them from the front, Shana, you'll take them from the alleyway." I pulled out my machete and held it in my left hand and my Desert Eagle in my right. "Ready?" I ask.
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