Zombie Survival; A Dangerous Path...

[Blaze0]

Epic new logo is epic :D

Welcome to the fourth fifth topic for the "Popular-then-slowly-dying" Zombie Survival series! This is a role-play topic where you play a character in an apocolyptic world, running from the spreading Zombie infection.

The Backstory...
Years ago, scientists were fiddling with animal mutations. Trying to increase the speed of a guinea pig to run at the speed of a small dog, the guinea pig ran (slowly) away, and in the confusion, the needle containing the DNA was dropped and broke. It seeped below the door to outside, and many pigeons got into it. The DNA was infected, though, and through unknown costs, it mutated the pigeons to inhumane sizes, up to the size of a couch. People were being attacked by these monsters, and the disease spread, and spread, and spread...


To play Zombie Survival, create a character from the following template, and place it at the beginning of your post (status at beginning of post) and at the end of your post (after the post's events). At [size=8pt] and [center] please!

Name: CharacterName
Location: WhereAreYou     Status: Scared/Tired/Etc?     Health: X/100
Power: See below.
Inventory: (Example inventory;) 7 hotdogs (uncooked), Swiss Army Knife, Slingshot, Motorcycle Keys, 3 bottles of Gatorade.

You may have a small power, nothing like "I CAN FLY" but something small. In my post, my power is, (as in reference to the television show "Chuck", at certain times in a desperate situation, my vision will flash white for a moment, then I'll have a certain power, say if I was cornered by the infected, I could "flash" on Kung Fu etc. Also, please don't have the same power as someone else.

Example powers:
My "Flash" ability.
Amazingly big muscles/strong melee.
Inhumanely fast running speed (like 30 MPH)
"Crafter" (Make useful objects from nearby scraps easily, say a knife from a small piece of metal and a motor to sharpen it.)

Do NOT use these overkill powers:
A BAJILLION AMMO
Superhero Powers
1-hit-ko etc

Rules:

1: No killing off other players unless they have been inactive for at LEAST 2 weeks, or they give you permission.

2: This is not Left For Dead, so any content including witches, smokers, tanks (except the war vehicles) and the like will be highly flamed.

3: Weapons don't fall from the sky, alright? Don't start out with a submachine gun, or have buddies from the Navy or any of that stuff. Also, don't go raiding a pistol from a cop on your first post, as you should have at MOST a melee weapon, like a butcher's knife.

4: Don't be an ass, be nice to fellow players.

5: Don't be, say, a super-rich millionaire in a mansion with dozens of security guards, and a bunch of super-fast cars and a private jet etc.


Thanks for reading, and good luck.

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[Mega-Bear]

Why do you keep posting these?

[Comatose]

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: Grendel Estates, Thousand Oaks, CA
• Status: Exhausted, terrified
• Health: 100/100
• Inventory: None.

I never even knew what was going on until I witnessed it firsthand.

Our family watches the news sparingly; we don't find anything they talk about it very interesting. But I knew we should have. We could have survived. Instead, my family is dead, mauled by.. these fiendish creatures. I grabbed a shovel from the garage, and ran at the zombies. Their claws were sharp as razors though and they gave me some nasty scratches. I bashed them over the head, disinfected the wounds, grabbed my backpack and loaded it with provisions and supplies before running out the door, tears streaming down my cheeks. My bloodline is at stake. I have to protect myself, and find survivors. I'm gonna head to the gas station and see what I can find.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: Grendel Estates, Thousand Oaks, CA
• Status: Exhausted, terrified
• Health: 87/100
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, One (1) Mtn. Dew, Three (3) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack

[Blaze0]

Name: Flemming Velocity
Location: Hollywood, CA     Status: Exhausted     Health: 89/100
Power: "Flash"
Inventory: (All in Backpack) Swiss Army Knife, Lighter, Extra-Large full Water-bottle, 2-way radio.

This is terrible. I made it into the Semi-finals of America's Got Talent for insane BMX tricks. On results night, the outbreak finally reached the talent capital. As Nick Canon made a burst for the exit, everyone was in a mad frenzy as the back doors were busted in by a hoard. I ran. I ran, and I ran.

Now I'm being chased down an alley by 5 infected. I reach a dead end.

Flemming: Crap...

I turn around. Fight, not flight I guess. I pull out my Swiss Army Knife and reveal the sharp blade. The zombies do not even slow down. I charge, and slit the first's throat. The second and third are dead just as quick. 4 and 5, done. I run to the end of the block and see my getaway ticket: a bright yellow professional stunt bike parked at the curb.
I waste no time getting on, half-putting on the helmet. I blaze away, and I snap the helmet mid-ride. Now, I just need to know where to go.

Name: Flemming Velocity
Location: Hollywood, CA     Status: Exhausted     Health: 92/100
Power: "Flash"
Inventory: (All in Backpack) Swiss Army Knife, Lighter, Extra-Large full Water-bottle, 2-way radio.

[Blaze0]

Why do you keep posting these?

The old topic collapsed to I decided to make a new topic with a re-written OP.

[SacredOblivion]

Name: Mello Ciel
Location: Hiding in a basement   
Status: Anxious
 Health: 100/100
Inventory: Bottle of water, pistol, canned peaches, bread, ham, and 2 sets of clothing.

[Blaze0]

Name: Mello Ciel
Location: Hiding in a basement   
Status: Anxious
 Health: 100/100
Inventory: Bottle of water, pistol, canned peaches, bread, ham, and 2 sets of clothing.

You realize you actually have to write an action, don't you?

[SacredOblivion]

You realize you actually have to write an action, don't you?

Don't worry.

Ciel is sleepy. Ciel will now direct himself third-person style. Ciel takes a nap.

[?]

motor + knife would be a spinning motor knife, btw

[Gojira]

Can we have a gun if our dad (who is subsequently killed by the zombies) used to carry, and we took it from his person?

[Comatose]

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: Chevron Station, Thousand Oaks, CA
• Status: Exhausted, terrified
• Health: 87/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, One (1) Mtn. Dew, Three (3) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack

I arrived at the closest gas station in town, and was greeted by tons of supplies, a blow-up mattress, and a dead guy with a pistol in his right hand. It looked as he had shot himself, probably couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the pistol, and checked for ammo. Only 10 left, with the other one lodged in the dead man's skull. I looked at it a minute, and determined it was probably a Remington, and put in my backpack. I said a little prayer for the man, and looked around at what kind of provisions he had. I found a whole case of Mtn. Dew, a hammer, 2 boxes of nails, and wooden boards. It seemed like a good place to stay for a while, so I nailed the boards to the walls over the windows and doors.

As I entered the bathroom to pee, I found a can of gasoline. Exactly what I was looking for. So after I peed, I went and checked if any alcohol was stocked. Five six-packs of Heineken were in the fridge, so I took them, and emptied all the beer into a bucket. I never knew if I would need it. I proceeded to make as many Molotovs as I could before I ran out of gasoline. But I didn't have any rags, so I headed into the storeroom to see if there were any rags I could use for fuses and I came up with squat. I decided I would rip up my blood stained shirt, and use that after soaking them in the beer. After I finished, I had 10 Molotovs, which I stuck in my belt loops.

Now I play the waiting game.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: Chevron Station, Thousand Oaks, CA
• Status: Exhausted, moderately scared
• Health: 87/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, One (1) Mtn. Dew, Three (3) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, One (1) Remington 1911 Pistol (10 - 0), 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails

[Jokey365]

Ah what the heck

Name: Max Nappy
Location: England, Big Ben
Status: Calm
Health: 100/100
Power: Power of the Prat (Inactive)- When angered, my melee attacks become stronger by 50%, I fire weapons faster, but my accuracy decreases by half, and the chances that I attack other survivors is increased by 25%
Inventory: Baseball Bat with a Metal Peg through it, Crumpet (Half Eaten), Duffel Bag, Croquet Gear (Bag)
I was packed in with tons of other people. We were all getting evacuated from Big Ben since it was the best place that helicopters could find when they came back for a new load. We were inside Big Ben while men kept the doors blocked off and defended. I was going to be in the next load with a friend of mine, and since we both passed our infection tests, we were going together. My sister didn't pass her test, so my parents were staying back with her. A man then walked up to us. "You're going to need to run to the helicopter as fast as possible. It's not very big so if you feel needed quickly run back, we'll make sure you'll be fine but we'll put you a few groups back" he explained. My friend, a few others and I all nodded. "Kid finish that crumpet now, no food on the helicopter, the pilots are hungry since they don't get much food because they almost never stop flying back and forth" he explained to me. I nodded and chowed down on the remainder of my treat and balled up the wrapper. At that time the doors Flew open and men started running out, firing pistols at all the zombies in sight. "GO, GO, GO!" the man shouted. We all obeyed and started running out of Big Ben. The light of the moon burned our eyes since we were loaded in Big Ben for days but we didn't stop running. To my left a man needed to reload so he became zombie chow in seconds. Nobody helped him. We finally reached the helicopter and the two men with us let my friend, the woman, and I go first. Sadly, the area behind them was guarded by the dead man so one of them got jumped from the back. The other man tried to help but got shot, along with the jumped man, and the zombie. Somebody shut the door of the helicopter and we were in the air in seconds. I let out a huge sigh and my friend patted me on the back. We were off to a place not even the Queen knows of..
Name: Max Nappy
Location: England, Big Ben, Hellicopter
Status: Calm
Health: 100/100
Power: Power of the Prat (Inactive)- When angered, my melee attacks become stronger by 50%, I fire weapons faster, but my accuracy decreases by half, and the chances that I attack other survivors is increased by 25%
Inventory: Baseball Bat with a Metal Peg through it, Duffel Bag, Croquet Gear (Bag)

[Bob Bricks 101]

Name:Jack
Health:100/100
Power:100/100
Location: At my house, in DC
Status:Bored

Ever had a day when things just aren't going perfectly, like one minute your eating your breakfast, and the next you hear a earsplitting siren and a voice coming over the radio saying That a zombie invasion is attacking your town?

No?

I have.

Jack:M-Mom?

Suddenly there was a shriek and a cry of pain coming from upstairs, i ran up only to find my dog gnawing on my mom's arm, a crazed look in his eyes. I kick him until the dog lay still, unconscious on the floor, i looked at my mom.

Jack:Mom, yo- you just got bit by, a crazed rabid dog, and i think it was one of those zombie things from the TV, soooo, you should see a doc-

She then looked up at my, looking lightheaded. I then ran downstairs, screaming my head off,while she ran crazily after me, i got downstairs and slammed the door in her face, locking it behind me, and running into the garage.
Jack: Ok, lets see if all those racing video games have paid off!

 I jumped/ tripped on my dad's motorcycle, starting it. i then felt my cheeks flush as i forgot to open the door. i hopped off and pressed the garage door, only to find some more "zombies outside", i jumped back on and gunned it, trucking a zombie or two.

Name:Jack
Health:95/100
Power:98/100
Location: outside my garage, in DC
Status: wet pants

[Comatose]

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: Chevron Station, Thousand Oaks, CA
• Status: Exhausted, moderately scared
• Health: 87/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, One (1) Mtn. Dew, Three (3) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, One (1) Remington 1911 Pistol (10 - 0), 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails

After an okay sleep, I looked outside, and found it surprisingly quiet. No zombies, no survivors, nothing. The streetlights were on though. Pulling the boards off the door, I pondered for a minute, "Do I really want to go out there?"

Well, erm, yes.

I walked outside, and found a crisp summer breeze softly hitting me. Still being quite cautious, I pulled out the shovel, and clutched it tight. Down the street were houses, and at the corner, was a Mini-Mart with a Porsche outside. Excited as all get out, I ran towards the car, eager to leave. Outside the car's driver side door was a huge pool of blood. Seeing as how it had already dried, it probably wasn't fresh. Peeking through the window, I found a Starbucks cup, as well as a purse. What really surprised me was that the keys were in the ignition, and that there was still a reasonable amount of gas to get me to Burbank. After smashing the window with the shovel, I climbed in the driver seat, turned the ignition, and started driving down the I-405 at a speedy 95 MPH.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: I-405, CA
• Status: Well rested, confident
• Health: 91/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, One (1) Mtn. Dew, Three (3) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, One (1) Remington 1911 Pistol (10 - 0), 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails

[Blaze0]

Can we have a gun if our dad (who is subsequently killed by the zombies) used to carry, and we took it from his person?

Sure, but TRY not to get it immediately. Wait a few posts (probably 3).
And I remember you, we teamed up in Zombie Survival; Pk1M Pandemenic or whatever it's called. I remember me and you in a heli, and I also had a dog "Fritz". Me you and Medicat. Good times.