Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...

[Blaze0]

Story

A virus broke out. It started as a strain of the rabies virus, and was transmitted by mosquitoes in Africa. It quickly spread to the US, and the government came out with a vaccine, thinking it would grant immunity. They were wrong. The vaccine mutated the virus, causing dementia, seizures, and loss of control. Those infected became known as "Zombies". 3 months later, over 2,500,000,000 people are infected worldwide. We are survivors, and we have to document what's going on, what's happening, for the future generations to read.

I made this without permission from Strobve. I PM'd him to continue it a MONTH ago and has not responded, so I made the topic.

This is a text role-play about the growing world-wide disease.

RULES:

1: Killing off other players that are still active is extremely rude and selfish. Do not do it.

2: This is not L4D. Anything talking about Witches, Smokers, Tanks (except the heavily armed war machines from early WWII) and any other L4D material will be highly flamed.

3: Please, PLEASE listen to this rule. Firearms of any kind are EXTEREMELY difficult to handle. 1 in every...15 posts should the player aquire a weapon. Gun stores are hardly ever seen, and the only 2 logical ways to obtain guns it to either find it on a dead survivor or legally purchase one, if there is a rare store nearby.

4: AI is good to use, but not recommended! USE EACHOTHER! Combine your stories! Cross paths! Leave hints about eachother! The more, the merrier! I remember, in the old topic, I was in a group with 6 other people! Deus Ex, Scream, PowerDag, Shadowed999, Joroci and Max(Forgot Username)

5: Don't flame me. I know I have a lotta stuffty closed forum games, but I dont need to be here for this one to stay running so this should be fine.

6: Please, paste this template twice in your posts. Once at the top (status at beginning of post) and once at bottom (status after post's events)

Name: YoName,Fool      Health: Bleeding?      Status: stuff-yer-pants scared?

Inventory: Gun maybe? 4 Matches. Other stuff. Go into detail.

Location: From the amazon to NYC, where are you?

Moderators:
BobSevenSevens
We will not take apps, you have to play a while, be nice, and get lucky.

Welcome to the apocolypse.

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[SkullCandy]

Name: Hal Ezburg    Health: One cut      Status: Bitchy
Inventory: My cane
Location: Chicago, Illinois

[Blaze0]

Name: Flemming     Health: Unscathed     Status: Meh

Nothing.

Location: Chicago; My House

I've never been more scared in my life.
I was sitting at home, in my living room.
I'm just 16. I was watching the latest CSI when a news flash covered the screen.

Flemming: For heaven's sake, they were about to reveal the culprit!

Television: Attention! Attention! Barricade your windows and doors. Famous gaming series "Left 4 Dead" may be partly coming true! A mosquito disease has been amplified, causing millions of humans to turn "infected" overnight! The infected will eat other humans, turning them into "Zombies" themself! Please, hide yo wife, hide yo kids, zombies are --- OH GOD HELP ME!

I watched in awe as the news anchor man was eaten alive by a zombie. I stood up from the couch, fork mid-bite of steak, and I set it down. I backed up to the staircase and grabbed my backpack, and stuffed it with twinkies, gatorade, and my safety nailgun, along with spare nails.

I hear my mother scream, and I run up to see what happened. Zombies are atop the staircase though, and I retreat and run out the front door. I hop onto my Motorcycle, start it up, and blaze down the street, towards the more-populated hospital. They might have help somehow.

Name: Flemming     Health: Unscathed     Status: Scared, Bro.

Inventory: Nailgun, 24 nails. 6 pack of gatorade in backpack. 12 Twinkies.

Location: Chicago; Riding Motorcycle towards hospital.

[Blaze0]

Name: Hal Ezburg    Health: One cut      Status: Bitchy
Inventory: My cane
Location: Chicago, Illinois

DoubleT0ast.
You're supposed to write more than that. Wait, cane? Walking cane or alcohaulic cane?

[SkullCandy]

DoubleT0ast.
You're supposed to write more than that. Wait, cane? Walking cane or alcohaulic cane?

Walking Cane. I'll post more when I'm ready.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Ash     Health: Fine     Status: Time to kick ass and chew bubblegum.

Inventory: Medkit, fireaxe, low ammo USP match (17 shots, 1 extra clip of 18)

Location: Chicago, In my house.


Just eighteen, and entering hell.


"Son of a bitch." I sighed, looking out the window as a man dashed, ripping someone apart. I ran to the door and grabbed his deagle, medkit, and picked up a fireaxe. I bashed the door in half. No choice but to flee my very home. Keeping my grasp on the fireaxe, I ran, and then skidded, finally coming face to face with one. I lifted the axe, and smashed it down on its left arm, and then the right, and pulled out the USP match, and blasted it in the face.

Name: Ash     Health: Fine     Status: Hatin' on the Newell

Inventory: Medkit, fireaxe, low ammo USP match (16 shots, 1 extra clip of 18)

Location: Runnin' like a pusillanimous individual!

[SkullCandy]

Status: Time to kick ass and chew bubblegum.

Time to chew ass and kick bubblegum

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Time to chew ass and kick bubblegum

Ha

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wow

xD

[Strovbe]

I made this without permission from Strobve. I PM'd him to continue it a MONTH ago and has not responded, so I made the topic.

Wait, you did? I didn't get a PM. Well, whatever. Sure, continue on. You have my permission.

[slimabob]

Name: Russ     Health: Standard     Status: Screwed

Inventory: Pistol (24 shots).

Location: Oregon; A cave

"DIE ZOMBIES DIE!!"

Have you ever had one of those days where nothing seems to be going right? Maybe you were late for work, forgot to get something from the store, or maybe you are shooting for your life trying to kill things that should have had the decency to STAY dead.

Guess what one is happening to me now.

Darting in and out of zombies, I search frantically for my pistol which I somehow dropped. I've always been clumsy and somehow knew that one day it would be the death of me. After dodging zombie arms and teeth, I finally find my pistol right under a rock. I lunge for it. As soon as my hands grasp the familiar handle of the gun I've had for years, I spin around and start shooting for my life.

As luck would have it, the cave exit was on the other side of the zombie horde. Well, I wouldn't really call it a horde now that I look back on it, there couldn't have been more than five to eight but let me tell you, when it is close to pitch black and your adrenaline is pumping everything seems worse than it is.

I unnecessarily waste about 6 of my pistol's bullets on the zombies and dart through the entrance and look back one last time on the place that was my home for so many months. Now I am camping under this bridge feeling more in danger than ever.

Name: Russ     Health: Scratched     Status: Scared, Bro.

Inventory: Pistol (18 shots).

Location: Oregon; Hiding under a bridge trying to avoid being sighted by zombies.

[keonesan]

Name: Nick
Health: Moderate, Deprived Of Nourishment
Status: Depressed
Inventory: M9 (18 Rounds), Laptop
Location: Chicago, Office Building


My eyes stare attentively at the monitor, scanning the cameras scattered across the perimeter of the building. My hand gently closes the lid of the laptop as I begin to pack my equipment into an old, shredded Targus backpack. Food. I need food. All the stores have been obviously raided of their once abundant supplies. I walk silently to the door labeled with the neon, green "EXIT" sign as I hear the muffled screams and gunshots echoing through the city.

[lordfeline]

Name: Roger MacTavish
Health: slightly above average
Equipment: switchblade, 2 days of food, passport, 50$
Location: Airport in Cancun, Mexico
Status: annoyed

when Roger left with his friends to Cancun, he thought he was going to have a great time. whe they arrived in the airport, half of it was filled with zombies, and the rest wasdestroyed by a fire. his friends were devoured immediatley, and he ran away untill he found shelter in the duty free store.

Roger looks around the store for a weapon, before realizing they dont sell guns at airports. but who did? he serched around some more, before realizing that airport security carries guns. he steps outside the store, and begins looking for the security office.

thanks for making this, blaze. the forums needed another zombie roleplay.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Ash     Health: Fine     Status: Hatin' on the Newell

Inventory: Medkit, fireaxe, low ammo USP match (16 shots, 1 extra clip of 18)

Location: Runnin' like a pusillanimous individual!

I stopped, and roostered back my USP, turned around, and held it infront of me. -Clash! Clash!- The USP shouted out as I yanked the trigger, two bullets ramming zombies into the head. "stuff.. JAM!" I cried out, and put away the USP, and lifted up the fire axe, slicing the zombie in half.

Name: Ash     Health: Fine     Status: Hold the point.
Inventory: Medkit, fireaxe, low ammo USP match (14 shots, 1 extra clip of 18)

Location: The Streets of Chicago, in no man's land.

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Happy, playing xbox
Inventory:Xbox 360 controller . Other stuff.Nothing
Location: My house, Long Island

I'm just hanging out at my house, playing xbox, when all of a sudden the power ges out. I say "What the hell?" grab my flashlight/radio, crank it to get it going, and go look downstairs. The circuit breaker is fine, so I think some robbers are trying to break into my house. I grab my dad's revolver, load 6 shells into it, and take a box of ammo, which I put in my backpack. I also take a butcher knife, just in case.

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Confused
Inventory:Revolver with 6/30 shells, butcher knife. Other stuff. Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight
Location: My house, Long Island

[Lugnut]

Name: Karan Sjet      Health: Fine      Status: Remarkably calm
Inventory: Medical kit, Syringes, etc, doctor stuff.
Location: Hospital in Portland Oregon
I've been a doctor for over 15 years now, dealing with people is my life.
The steady stream of people going in and dead people leaving isn't good. This virus spreads too fast for us to deal with.
All the doctors are wearing masks 24/7 so we don't get sick. We've sterilized one small room... but I don't think it did any good.
I race off to deal with the new flood of patients coming in. I know thier coming, but it should take the zombies a while to swim across the river.