Author Topic: Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...  (Read 61083 times)

It's an intestine.

That's disgusting.

It's a mutation. >:c
It's a new part of it's body, not a reused part.

Name;Allen
Location;Next to a warehouse
inventory;Keys to my motorcycle
Status Spazing out

Crap Crap I'm out of ammo.
I speed away from the warehouse, Almost crashing into a store. I pretty much leap in,with two other guys.
Allen: Hi.... Can i stay here?
???: Ok... Only a few minitues
So, your names?
Mike: I'm mike
Corey: I'm corey
Allen: Got any guns i can use?
Mike: Yeah, heres a pistol.
Allen: Thanks.
I load my clips, And get ready to move out.

Name; Allen
Location; In a store.
Inventory; Keys to my motorcycle, M9 pistol, 30 Clips,
Status; realived

clips

This angers me so much.

THERE ARE MAGAZINES
AND THERE ARE CLIPS
STOP MIXING THEM UP

the only exception is the banana clip but it is technicly a magazine.
Also those 2 people in the store are stupid forgets who can't figure out teamwork = survival and more people = guarentieed survival.

I'm all alone on a beach...

Name: William Taggart
Health: Not a scratch.
Status: Good, calm. He's waited for this is whole life, y'know.
Inventory: Glock, 3 clips (TROLOLOLOL), zippo lighter, cell phone, flare, pocket knife, car keys.
Location: East side of the Mississippi by STL.

William stands in his driveway, hearing gunshots and screams. He stands, motionless, staring out to the road.

*deep breath*

"Mmm, smells like the apocalypse."

He walks over to his car, gets in and starts it.

Name:I go by nickname, Ace.      Health:Scratches, scrapes, & burns      Cash:0      Status:Confused
Inventory: A large bag with airsoft guns, electronics, medical supplies, & food.
Location: Los Angeles

I was running. Running from the horde that surrounded me. I hoped they might have a little humanity left in them. I picked up a conveniently placed lead pipe and shouted out, "DON'T MOVE!" to the closest one. No response. "FREEZE!...SURRENDER!...DON'T FREAKING MOVE!" It sprinted forward. My reflexes kicked in and as I dodged and it went right off the rooftop. I shouted to the remaining infected quickly closing in. "STAY RIGHT THERE!...DON'T MOVE!" They did the same and sprinted towards me. "STOP, STOP!" They didn't stop. I realized it was hopeless. This wasn't paintball. It wasn't a game. I readied my self as they attacked me. I swung around and hit a few, but there were too many. A hand grabbed me from behind & pulled me down into a window. I wasn't sure if it was uninfected or not. I blacked out...
Name:I go by nickname, Ace.      Health:Injured(Injuries not specified)      Cash:0      Status:Unconscious
Inventory: A lead pipe & a large bag with airsoft guns, electronics, medical supplies, & food.
Location: Los Angeles
« Last Edit: June 09, 2011, 01:08:47 AM by Trooper 114 »

I'm all alone on a beach...

We don't really care about you anymore because you keep loving yourself over and we have to save your ass.

Try to fend for yourself this time.

This angers me so much.

THERE ARE MAGAZINES
AND THERE ARE CLIPS
STOP MIXING THEM UP

the only exception is the banana clip but it is technicly a magazine.
Also those 2 people in the store are stupid forgets who can't figure out teamwork = survival and more people = guarentieed survival.
Sorry. I was tired at that time =S i call them Mags, though. Yeah. I think Mike a Corey are Ass holes.
« Last Edit: June 09, 2011, 04:08:23 PM by AllenOrNothing »


Last time Matthews was seen: Wearing a gasmask and pulling Jason & Mick out of the outpost as it was being overrun.

Last time Matthews was seen: Wearing a gasmask and pulling Jason & Mick out of the outpost as it was being overrun.

elitist >:U

elitist >:U

It is indeed not my fault that he had to lose a weapon (No, not the SCAR) to drag Mick and Jason out.

Items lost are: Mick's Sniper; and Jason's Handgun.

I stop being such a lazy brick and I get in the car and drive up the road back to camp.

REVIVAL BUMP OF FATASS POWER

>"STILL BETTER THAN MILKSHAKE stuff"
>zombie survival
>text rp
>implying this even counts as a forum adventure