Generic and Stereotypical Zombie Invasion Roleplay

[morningstar]

You all know how this works.  There are zombies attacking the world, and you need to stop them.  By the way, these are the Max Brooks,
head shot=kill, everything else= nothing zombies. 

The usual format.  Are you a civilian or a militant... name, items, etc. etc.

I will start us off next post I make.

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[morningstar]

Start off:

Name: Isaac Gates
Career: Military
Inventory: Remington Model 700 Sniper Rifle (13 Bullets Left); Combat Knife
Status: On the run
Mood: Freaking insane with terror!

You would not believe what I went through.  I know the war ended a couple days ago, but meeting with our enemy is outrageous.  We were on an old dirt road when we came to a stop in a small town.  I read the bloody sign which read:  "Welcome to Taunton."  Not very welcoming.  We came to a stop at a police line, and filed out of our truck.  There were already troops in waiting.  Then there was gunfire, and several torn men shambled out of the smoke filling this wretched place.  We were given the order to open fire.  It took more than I expected to kill them.  I fired once, too.  I got it dead-center in his chest, but he kept coming.  Soon, though, they had all fallen.  More moaning ensued and a larger group of the blighters came slowly onward, now more like 30-40 of 'em.  I got a head shot, and my target fell.  I told the next in line that I got one.  More tattered people, even women and children, all tattered and bloody came out with the group.  We couldn't stop them so the order was given for the flamethrower to take 'em on.  We watched the people light up, and cheered as the flame grew.  But they kept coming!  A tank rolled in and fired, but they were mostly unscathed, with the exception of those in the actual explosion.  Now they were real close.  The man next to me told me to cover him while he reloaded.  They got close enough for us, and many ran.  My old friend Henry Perry was pulled into the horde, and I heard him scream.  The soldier who asked for cover was long gone now.  A Scottish friend of mine was with me, and we both ran for our lives.  We hopped into a supply truck, waited as long as possible for people to get in, and took off with no more than5 people, one of which had a tremendous bite mark...

[lancer]

Name: Matthew Scott
weapon: Micro Uzi (5 magazines left) & CZ75 handgun (2 magazines). Baseball bat with nails.
status: Alive-shocked
inventory: medical kit. Red bull and, Cheetos
Civilian

Life is goddamn hard for the last few weeks. Recently i raided a gas station only armed with my baseball bat. It was dead empty. I decided to checkout the military checkpoint. shocked to find i found a micro Uzi. A random soldier was there too. He told me how to use and field strip the weapon. then i decided to aid him and go with him. though suddenly we saw zombies rush through a tight barrage of crashed cars and such. There where some barrels filled with oil from a truck. we shot it and it spilled around the road. then the soldier lit a cigarette and after finished puffing it he said... 'let these motherforgeters burn!' It was amazing! the infected burned to a crisp. then we navigated through a dark ally and made our way to the town hall.

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob Jenkins
Career: Military
Inventory: FN FAL assault rifle (5 magazines), M14 w/ sling (can hold it across my back) (3 magazines), M9 Pistol (5 magazines)
Status: Moving
Mood: Mad


Back in the military, they called me "Semi-Auto Bob" because I always liked semiautomatic weapons. They would show me an M249 SAW, and say "This will beat your little FAL any day."

Well, who's laughing now.

One guy with his SAW tried to take on a horde. He was knocking off limbs everywhere, but no heads. I saw him go down screaming under a writhing mass of zombies. After they attacked us, I neatly popped some heads with my M14, because I had heard on the radio to go for the head. Too bad the rest of my squad didnt listen.. So, I ran. And I'm still running.

[morningstar]

Name: Isaac Gates
Career: Military
Inventory: Remington Model 700 Sniper Rifle (9 Bullets Left); Combat Knife
Status: Stopped
Mood: Bummed

Well.  Out of fuel at an empty, charred gas station.  Wonderful.  The man in my group with a bite mark was turned.  The guy next to him blew his head with a Glock 19.  Besides a bloody mess, and a chewed-up body, I didn't find much at the gas station.  A couple of the suckers showed up, but we gave them hell.  Now the only way to go is on foot.  My Scottish friend, Freddy McPhail was out of amunition for his M16.  He was stuck with his Glock 18, and a Swiss Army Knife.  Another guy had a roll of duct tape.  I knew in my gut that would come in handy some day.  So we jogged, ran and walked through the light rain, hitting heads as we did so.
(Bob, what country are you in?  I would like to meet up with you in a few posts)

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Career: Civilian
Inventory: Spiked Bat
Status: Encountering a zombie for the first time.
Mood: Scared out of pants!
This zombie stuff was hard work! My laptop was almost out of battery power! How was I supposed to keep it running long enough to get that nuke launched? I was hiding out in my basement, playing zombie games, zombies outside my house. I was an average nerd. Glasses, pajamas, skinny with a BIT of a gut, pale, and I was hungry for potato chips. Even though zombie games were nothing like the real thing, I had experience. Some. I knew that boarding up my windows and doors with, well boards was useless since zombies can easily break wood. Since my dad is a construction worker he had tons of sheet metal. It was better then boards I could tell you. I was getting hungry and our food supply was low. I would eat my duck tape! Suddenly my laptop went poot. "NO!" I shouted. I ran to go plug it on, and upon doing so, the power went out. My mother rain downstairs with a flashlight saying "It's ok! We're fine!" before my dad came down and shouted "NO IT'S NOT, THEY'RE ALMOST THROUGH! THEY KNOW WE'RE HERE AND THEY WANT OUR FLESH!" in a flustered tone. Both my parents grabbed me and pulled my up to the roof. "What's going on here?!" I shouted upon reaching the rooftop looking down at the zombies breaching the door. "They know we're here, and we need you to get out of here while your parents distract them!" my dad explained. "WHAT? WHY?!" I shouted. My mother looked my in the eyes and said "Just go, you have played many games like this before, and you can make it out!" before getting serious with her axe. I looked back down at the zombies and they finally tore apart the metal. Both my parents were already downstairs. A single tear fell from my eye, but emotion always gets you killed. Our roof had several survival objects, one being a ladder down to the garage. I grabbed a box of nails and pulled out my duck tape. I spread the nails around my bat as I taped them down. Soon I was out of nails and ducktape. This bat was a force to be reckoned with! I dashed down the ladder and peeked into a window. My parents were still fighting. As I climbed lower a zombie's head flew out the window! Good ol' mom. Upon reaching the garage I jumped into our backyard and sprinted into the garage. I was going to hop into our truck and drive to Canada but a zombie was lurching towards me. "DEFINETLY NOT THE GAME!" I shouted with fear.

[SacredOblivion]

What exactly are you supposed to right about?

Name:
Career:
Inventory: Remington
Status: On the run
Mood:
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[morningstar]

What exactly are you supposed to right about?

What you are stuck doing in a zombie invasion...

[SacredOblivion]

k thanks
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Name: Ciel Grell
Career: Emergency Medical Physician
Inventory: Tourniquet, Health Aid Kit, Bottle of water, a notebook
Status: Hiding
Mood: Panicked
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As I looked up at the tainted sky I saw an arm flying over. Haven't I seen enough I thought to myself. I cannot fathom why the world must see some gruesome events, such as this one. What I will now say will not sound plausible. We've been invaded by a force so strong, so adroit in murdering, that I am dubious that the human race will survive. Anyway, I'm here, out in the field, nursing the wounded . I can see perfectly the cuts the zombie has bestowed on them. I can see their clothes saturated with blood. What a disgust.
The government chose me and a few others to care for the injured. Other doctors have it much easier. They fled out of the town. I couldn't.

[HelplessNobb88]

Name: Toby Pherson
Career: Army helicopter pilot
Inventory: KA-BAR knife, Beretta M9
Status: bruised and hiding
Mood: terrified

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I have no loving clue what in the name of Jesus happened, I was trying to airlift some guys out when a loving mass of flesh leaped on my chopper and punching it. I tried to take off but he ripped off the god damn tail boom, and now I am laying here in the shattered remains of a million dollar piece of machinery, wondering what the unholy stuff has happened to the world and why no one is responding on the radio and I ain't moving until the sun is over the horizon. I smell leaking aviation fuel, however, so I will have to watch my gun fire. I have no clue what happened to the passengers but their moans stopped a while ago. My co-pilot fell out of the window when the helicopter flipped over, and I am pretty loving sure he is now under my feet along with a few hundred pounds of aluminum.

[Fireboy]

Name: John Smith
Career: Civilian
Inventory: Knife, two days supply of food and water (backpack), flashlight (backpack), backpack
Status: Safe...for now.
Mood: Shocked

I really have no idea what to do now. Nowhere is safe. Once I leave my house, they will kill me.

It all started this morning. My wife and I were sleeping when suddenly I woke up. My son was pounding on the door, screaming for help. I woke my wife up and ran to the door. My son ran inside, begged me to lock it and then started to cry. I noticed a huge scratch on his arm. My wife went to get a bandage, and I managed to calm my son down.

"What happened? Why are you so scared?" I asked.

"She... attacked me..." He replied.

"She" was my daughter. I didn't believe this, so I went to my daughter's room. She was bleeding badly, and she growled at me. I asked her what happened, and she attacked. I wasn't ready. She pounced on me, trying to bite and scratch me. I called for my wife, but she bit her. Suddenly my wife fainted. I heard my son growl. I ran to the kitchen, got the sharpest knife I could find and got ready. My son, fine minutes before had turned into one of them. He ran torwards me growling and I stabbed him. I stabbed my son. I then rushed to my daughter and wife and stabbed them too. By then I realized they weren't my family anymore. I put the bodies on my driveway, when I actually looked around. The neighborhood was hell. Houses on fire, crashed cars, people running from them. I hurried back inside, grabbed a notebook and started writing this. I really don't know what to do now.

[lancer]

Name: Matthew Scott
weapon: Micro Uzi (4 magazines left) & CZ75 handgun (2 magazines). Baseball bat with nails.
status: Alive-shocked
inventory: medical kit. Certain canned goods.
Civilian with backup
As we would as normal we where starving. My Cheetos where finished and so was my red bull. Then the soldier and I decided to go to the food house. as we searched through the place was untouched! I grabbed a fair few cans of corned beef, some corned vegetables and some tinned fruit. Later we found some tables and set up a feast.

 We had some smoked ham and some sandwiches, plus barbeque chicken. We talked for a while and we talked together. I found out that the soldiers name was Phil Deary. But he had mild throat cancer. He lived but his voice was fairly croaked. As we grabbed some ginger beer a man with a smoking shotgun was right behind me. With the barrel behind my neck. Before i was about to fret Phil had his handgun down the isle pointed at him. He was forced to put the gun down. Turns out that he was starving. We invited him to the table and i gave him my handgun. We feasted for 6 hours. Then we walked our way out. We where satisfied.

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Career: Civilian
Inventory: Spiked Bat
Status: Waiting for another survivor
Mood: Scared slightly
I really didn't have a choice now did I? I SWUNG the bat at the zombie with all my might. The nails stabbed his face to bits. I pulled the bat out and smashed him again. This time it didn't stick, but bozo the zombie died... again. I dropped the bat in the back of the truck and hopped in. The key was in the ignition. I turned the sucker on and FLOORED it through the garage door. Zombies flying around the truck. I then realised that there were tons of people suffering from this. I tried to avoid the survivors, but they would be infected to, so every one or two I hit was just putting them out of their misery. I hit the breaks as a telephone pole fell in front of me. I looked to my left to see a man putting corpses in his driveway. He ran back inside. He wouldn't survive out here! I drove in his driveway, over the corpses, and started honking. He didn't come out. I leaned out the window and shouted "HEY BOZO! YOU WANT TO SURVIVE? THEN GET OUT HERE!" before quickly rolling it back up.

I await your response Fireboy

[morningstar]

My son, fine minutes before had turned into one of them. 

Dude, it takes 8 hours for someone to turn.  lol

Name:  Isaac Gates
Career:  Military
Inventory:  Remington Model 700 Sniper Rifle (8 Bullets Left); Combat Knife; Aluminum Bat
Status:  Camping
Mood:  Neutral

Happily, we found an already fortified gun shop, and we gathered supllies and ammo.  I just took an alluminum bat. 

+ 1 Aluluminum Bat

Unfortunately, we found 3 zombies inside, and one of our my group was bitten.  We shot him on the spot.  We hid out in the shot for 4 days, surviving on Tic-Tacs and other cheap at-the-counter candy items.  To say the least, it sucked.  Plus, we say a heli fall quite a ways away, and that just gave a serious confidence problem to all of us.  The huey was now just a smoking pile of debris.  We will probably go and check on it A.S.A.P.  But in the mean time, we just wanna survive long enough to.
I await your responce, HelplessNobb88

[Fireboy]

Dude, it takes 8 hours for someone to turn. lol

son got bit earlier, stabbed wife before she could turn.

I await your response Fireboy

Name: John Smith
Career: Civilian
Inventory: Knife, two days supply of food and water (backpack), flashlight (backpack), backpack
Status: Riding in Max's car
Mood: Relieved

Right as I finished writing, I heard something outside. Someone was calling for me! I quickly ran outside, dodged a zombie who lunged at me and hurried to the car. I slammed the door open, got in the passenger seat and locked the door.
"Thanks, what's your name? Mine's John." I asked.
"Max, and by the way you couldn't have lasted much longer in your house." Max replied.
"Do you have much stuff with you?" Max asked.
"Some food and water, a knife and a flashlight. Everything except the knife is in the backpack." I answered.
We talked for a bit, and then I started to write this.
"What are you doing?" Max curiously asked me.
"Writing about what's happened so far, if we survive I can show people my whole story." I repiled.
Thank god Max came, I would have been doomed.