Generic and Stereotypical Zombie Invasion Roleplay

[HelplessNobb88]

Name: Toby Pherson
Career: Army helicopter pilot
Inventory: KA-BAR knife, Beretta M9
Status: driving
Mood: tired, confused

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I see the sun peeking out from behind the mountains, so I think I am gonna have to move. I take out the KA-BAR and slash my seat belt until the last cord is cut, then I crawl up and out of the roosterpit. My helicopter is completely destroyed, and I almost puke at the site of human remains. I get up, groaning as my legs are stiff and bruised. I walk over to a hastily fortified building, and then my eyes open wide at the fact there are people in it. I walk into the store, my hand on my holster, and say hello to the survivors inside.

[Ad Bot]

[mp7964]

Name: Aleister Crawley
Career: Army Medic
Inventory: Combat Knife, Desert Eagle .50, M416 - ACOG Sight, 1 Medkit, 2 Scaples, bag of flares.
Status: Walking the rooftops, a relatively save place.
Mood: Tired, Angry

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I climbed a fire escape then knocked out the bolts so the zombies couldn't get up, I have a bag of flares, but I don't wanna use 'em to attract zombies, but thankfully ComSat is still up, i'm doing a radio sweep, listening for survivors, but I haven't had any luck. If I see a vehicle or someone I might just pop a flare.

[BobSevenSevens]

(Bob, what country are you in?  I would like to meet up with you in a few posts)

I'm in the USA.


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: Tired


After a mile of running, I find an old farmhouse. I get into it, and quickly get to the kitchen, where I take several cans of food and several bottles of water . I go upstairs, break the staircase so zombies cant get up, then camp out on the roof.

[Altered]

name: duke nukem
career: ass kicking
inventory: me
status: being badass
mood: badass

i beat the stuff out of zombes and mak them run homme to ther litle zombe momys and tehn i killl all of the zombes the end

[Jorici]

What's wrong with Blaze0's/Strovbe's zombie survival?

[BobSevenSevens]

What's wrong with Blaze0's/Strovbe's zombie survival?

Different type of zombies

Blaze's topic: more L4D style zombies (fast, die easily, you don't really get infected)

This topic: Max Brooks style zombies (slow, only headshots kill them, get infected from one bite)

[morningstar]

-snip-

I'll take that as a no?

[Blaze0]

Uh, there's already a topic for this. This is in no way different from mine.

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Career: Civilian
Inventory: Spiked Bat
Status: Eating
Mood: Happy
Soon we were out of town and into the city. "You know I always wondered why a sitting begins forming at the end of our street" I said. "Probably because we don't need useless street so we decided to make the smaller buildings out further with the houses" John explained. I shrugged. This man was a lot older then me, but he was a survivor, and he was clean, so he was safe to be with. It was just something about him that seemed familiar... in my midst of looking at him we ran into a brick wall, and I was driving fast. "Nice going!" John shouted. We tore a dent into the brick wall, and the engine was crushed. We leapt out of the truck, I grabbed my bat, and we headed for the doors of the building. We both stopped. "A Roller Skating place?" I said. "NO TIME!" John said pulling me inside. After I looked around John pushed a toy grabber and shoved it onto it's side in front of the door. I was going to tell him that was impressive, but it was on wheels. "You should have used a vending machine!" I said. "Why?" John asked. "I'M HUNGRY!" I shouted. John pointed at the snack bar. I looked back at him. "Is it safe? I've played as a theif tons of times in Fallout 3 and New Vegas, and I don't think stealing, even when nobody around, is good!" I explained. He walked over to the snack bar, over the counter, grabbed a corn dog and began eating. My face lit up as I dashed at the assorted snacks. I opened up the nacho machine and began to devour every last chip. John just shrugged and began to take a look at the place.

Uh, there's already a topic for this. This is in no way different from mine.

Different type of zombies

Blaze's topic: more L4D style zombies (fast, die easily, you don't really get infected)

This topic: Max Brooks style zombies (slow, only headshots kill them, get infected from one bite)

Some people just don't want to role play in a Left 4 Dead enviornment, so to speak.

[Tomcat]

i hope you know that the FAL isn't only semi-automatic.

[Fireboy]

Name: John Smith
Career: Civilian
Inventory: Knife, four days supply of food and water (backpack), flashlight (backpack), backpack
Status: Shocked after the fight.
Mood: Confused

While Max started to eat nachos, I got some more food and water to last us two more days. Then I looked around. The place seemed to be closed at the time of the invasion, so it still looked pretty nice. I went up to the windows and looked outside.

"Max, there's another survivor out there!" I said.
"Hurry, unblock the door!" He answered.

I pushed the toy grabber out of the way and we ran outside. We yelled at the survivor to come and he ran our way.

"Thanks, I was being followed." He said out of breath.
"It's fine, we could use some mor-" I stopped in the middle of my sentence when I noticed something. He had a scratch from them on his arm.

"We'll be right back." I told him.

I motioned for Max to come with me into another room.

"What is it?" He whispered.

"That person... he's scratched by them." I answered.

Max thought for a second then realized that the man wouldn't be himself much longer. We opened the door, and I walked to the man.

"Hey... it turns out we can't help anymore people, I'm afraid you have to leave." I told the man.

"Wait... no! I won't survive out there!" He answered.

"You REALLY have to go." I said loudly.

"No...you do." He said.

Before I realized what was happening, the man ran forward and tackled me. My knife fell out of my pocket. He grabbed it and before he could stab me, Max slammed his head with the spiked bat. The man's face was shocked, and bleeding.

[FireFish]

Name: Kevin Williams
Career: Civilian
Inventory: M1A, 3x 10 Round M1A mags, S&W 325 Revolver, 15 .45 ACP Rounds, First Aid Kit, Bag of chips, 3 granola bars, 2 bottles of water.
Status: Searching for food and ammo.
Mood: Paranoid

As I was walking down the trail, I noticed my pack felt lighter than I thought it should. I stopped for a moment, resting my trusty M1A on the rocks. When I looked in my backpack, I noticed that all I had left was 2 bottles of water and some snacks. "I need some more food." I thought to myself. Lucky for me, there was an abandoned farm about a half mile down the trail. After poking around, I heard some noise in a back room. I pulled out my revolver and crept to the door slowly...

[AgentPikmin]

Name: Stephen Llohcs
Career: Doctor
Inventory: Walther P22 (5 Mags), Small kitchen knife, First Aid Kit
Status: Hiding
Mood: Scared
In all my 8 years as a man of medicine not even once have a seen such an epidemic spread so rapidly in such a small amount of time. I believe the first case I saw was a man who was strapped down to a stretcher trying desperately to break free of his restraints. Blood was leaking from his mouth and his eyes were bloodshot. It seemed he kept trying to bite the hand of one of the EMTs. I couldn't notice much more before the doors of the bio-hazard labs slammed closed. That's all I can really remember, I'm more focused on getting to the hospital to see if any of my colleagues are still there. Alive, hopefully

[HelplessNobb88]

I'll take that as a no?

sorry bro, didnt see that post. FORGET EVERYTHING

modified that post to follow correct event paths.

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Career: Civilian
Inventory: Spiked Bat
Status: Searching Roller Skating Rink
Mood: Curious
The man fell to the ground. I put my foot in his dying face and pulled the bat away. I stomped on his face, causing blood to gush, as a warning to STAY, DOWN if he was somehow still alive. John and I looked at each other and I pushed him. "GO PUT THE TOY GRABBER BACK IN FRONT OF THE DOOR!" I shouted. John did it without haste. Could he be scared of me with my bat? I shouldn't bother, but this place was pretty cool! "We got the rink in the middle, an arcade, snack area, and stairs to a lazer tag arena!" I explained. "How do you know? Been here before?" John asked with a smile. "Tons of times!" I responded. "You know, with the right material, I bet we could rig up some if the junk here and make some weapons!" I said. "Really? What do we use? Roller skate flails? Sword using the material from the hotdog rotary? Shield and armor made out of assorted machines, and anything else we can find?" John said with a sarcastic tone to a growing smile. "It might be hard, but my dad builds things all the time, my mother was a scientist, and I have experience!" I explained. We began looking around.

Yeah unrealistic ideas, but these can be made with the right stuff, and they're not going to be whipped up in two seconds!