Zombie survival; PK1M Pandemic

[-Red-]

Well it's loving gone now. No more.

[Ad Bot]

[Jorici]

The next day, my car stalled. I was driving north to Canada, then West to Alaska. I was about 8 miles from Boston on I-95. I shouted and pounded the dashboard. I then heard something on my radio: "*Brrzzch* *CHHHHHHH* Is anyone out there? If so, try to make it to MIT. We have set up a small area of survivors, where you can sleep, eat, and take supplies." I looked Eastward. I knew where I had to go.

[skelolego229]

As shadowed and me reach a safe place i feel bored, so i sing an old tune


Skelo: Why must I linger every time you snap your finger little slowpooooooke?

shadowed: I wait and worry but you never seem to hurry,your a slowpoooooke

skelo: I wait and then, late again

shadowed: eight oclock,nine oclock, quarter to ten. Yo-

-then one of our squad members finnaly yells at us to shutup, some zombies were coming around the corner so we hid, guns drawn.

[LegendZ]

OOC: Strovbe, I don't know if you recall the old topic, but can I continue from there, or must I start anew? Might be unfair for some because I already had guns there. A P90, to be exact. And yes, I have carried one in real life so acting realistically. But still, I need your permission.

[Sebster 105]

-Red- is the only person who is any good at this.

[D.A.C.K]

Profile: Bor Longhorn
Clothing: Long Johns, night cap.
Inventory: (nothing).
Health: 100.
Hunger: 15.
Thirst: 15.

I woke up and looked at the clock. 6:47 A.M. I was staying in a 5-star hotel on the fifth floor and somehow I couldn't manage to sleep. Something just felt wrong. I turn on the TV but I see nothing but static. I keep clicking channels until breaking news shows up on the screen. It says a new virus is quickly spreading and that everyone should evacuate immediatly to France. They call the infected 'zombies', for what reason I don't know. I take a look out the window and see people standing outside with mouths agape and just limping along. I suggested they were 'zombies'. I look for anything I might use in order to get to my car. I take another look out the window and see a zombie eating the flesh of a dead deer. Flesh-eaters, great. I find a small pocket knife and the key to my car. I get dressed and then hear a knocking on the door. I ask who's there. No answer. I pull out my pocket knife as the banging gets louder. I can clearly hear scratching on the door. A bloody hand bursts through the door and tries to get at me. I slice it's hand off and the hand just sits there riggling on the floor. I heard a terrified gurgle/scream outside of the door. That's when the door burst open.

Clothing: Hoodie, jeans, sneakers, beanie, gloves.
Inventory: Pocket knife, key.
Health: 100.
Hunger: 16.
Thirst: 17.
Right hand: Pocket knife.
Pocket: Key.

[-Red-]

We walk for hours on end, not stopping at the slightest noise or threat. We have to get to Australlia, we have to. Peter climbs up on top of a pile of rubble and raises his hand above his eyes to stop the piercing morning sunlight obstructing his vision.
"There is a small forrest up ahead, we should get through it before sunset. They are less active at in daytime so we should play our cards right, Tim." He says.
"OK, But where will we go from then? We have no idea where we are going." I reply.
"I don't know..." He sighs, "Our only hope is to reach the coast and we don't even know where we are."
He jumps down and we continue walking through the city. In the corner of my eye I see a zombie, following us.
"There is one behind us, It is after us." I whisper to Peter.
"Not just one, Tim. Hundreds."
I turn my head around...He is right, there are zombies on the rooftops, roads and inside buildings all walking after us.
"Why aren't they attacking us?" I ask.
"They are waiting till it gets dark, It is when they thrive," He replies, "We have to get through the forest"
We arrive at the forest.
"Let's go!"
We run into the forest as fast as we can, we have to lose the zombies before we get out of the other side. The zombies start to speed up as the sun begins to set.
"Hurry, the the sun is going down!" I exclaim.
"I know, we have to keep running!"
We run past a small hut, as we run past I look at the windows, zombies are leaning against them trying to get out at us. I pick up my pace, but I trip over a root.
"Tim, get up!"
I clamber to my feet, blocking out the pain I begin to sprint. The sky is really getting dark, I can here the screams of the zombies...
They are getting closer...

[Shooter]

Joshua "Geist" Fang

Inv:Bottled Water, Bag of Trailmix , 5 Magazines of 9mm.
Weapons: Combat Knife, 9mm Glock.
Clothing:Black Trenchcoat, Leather Gloves.

Waken up in a Cabin in California.

Searched office desk for items and found 1 9mm magazine

[Shooter]

After finding the 9mm Magazine in the desk i go to the kitchen. finds bread on the counter. goes to the garage, it was raided and my car was gone. goes outside and sees a massacre of zombies. Unsure of if they are decapitated or not. i start heading for the docks and get ambushed by 2 thugs with lead pipes. i take out my combat knife out and stab one. i was hit in the arm. i take my glock and shoot him. he drops to the ground and i shot the other one to seal the deal. searching them, i find nothing but a stetson hat and a jacket. everything else would be dead weight.

[Jorici]

I begin walking east. "No zombies will come. No zombies will come. No zombies will come," I kept repeating in my head. I see a police car, and I warily walk towards it. I peer inside, and I find a revolver. a .44 caliber, to be exact. 16 bullets. I leave my .22 pistol on the seat and stuff the revolver in my pocket. Then, I heard a thud. Thud, thud, thud. Then a muffled scream. It was coming from the trunk! I raise my gun, and say, "Who's there!" The response was another loud shriek. I figured it was a zombie, and I shot two bullets into the trunk. The thumping stopped. I looked at the hazy skyline of Boston, and fell asleep on the hood of the car.

[Builder500]

sry havent replied in awhile. been busy...

As i walk out of my house with a few supplies i decide to grab the keys to the van and head for alaska. after 15 hours of driving i decide to stop and rest for a bit. hoping i dont die.

really people. i need a partner here.

[baronwestwolf]

can i help

[-Red-]

Help with what??? What are you talking about???

[D.A.C.K]

Clothing: Hoodie, jeans, sneakers, beanie, gloves.
Inventory: Pocket knife, key.
Health: 100.
Hunger: 16.
Thirst: 17.
Right hand: Pocket knife.
Pocket: Key

I scream as a zombie head breaks through the door. I take a closer look and see that it is dead, to do no more killing. I grip my pocket knife as the door opens and the manager walks in with a USP. 45. I sigh and put the knife in my pocket, realizing this man wasn't going to hurt me. I introduce myself but he interrupts me and tells me that we'll talk later. He asks me if I have a car and I say yes. He tells me that we need to get out of this place before more come. I ask him what happened and he tells me more about the virus then I needed to know. We walk downstairs and I see zombies littered about all dead. He opens the door to his office and I see something close to a safehouse. He hands me a first aid kit and gives me his USP. 45. I stick the knife and USP. into my pocket. He hands me an ammo clip and I also stick that in my pocket. He takes out another pistol from his desk and we walk outside the parking lot to my car. We get in there, me in the drivers seat. I stick the key in the car and start it, but then we see more zombies coming. He rolls down the window and shoots them like there was no tomorrow. I drive off into the woods.

Clothing: Hoodie, jeans, sneakers, beanie, gloves.
Inventory: Pocket knife, USP. 45, USP. 45 ammo, First Aid Kit.
Health: 100.
Hunger: 17.
Thirst: 19.
Pocket: Pocket Knife, USP.45, USP.45 ammo.
Back: First Aid Kit

[D.A.C.K]

Joshua "Geist" Fang

Inv:Bottled Water, Survival Kit, 5 Magazines of 9mm.
Weapons: Combat Knife, 9mm Glock.
Clothing:Black Trenchcoat, Leather Gloves.

Waken up in a Cabin in California.

Searched office desk for items and found 1 9mm magazine

You start out with a gun and magazines and a survival kit. WTH? READ THE RULES!