Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169579 times)


"When has that ever stopped us?" I ask, walking away with my Beretta in one hand, SVD in the other.

I do as he says, expecting him to be dead when we come back up.

I prepare myself to open the vault again. "When I open this thing, run like hell..." I mutter to myself, waiting a bit to allow the others to get a good distance away.

I hesitate for a moment, eyeing Trevor and I follow the others.


Are you still accepting people?



I open the vault, crazies already looking at me. "HEY HORNY BUMS! COME AND GET ME IF YOU HAVE THE BALLS!" I shout. The crazies don't move at first, but the ones up top begin pouring down the stairs. After a few minutes, every centimeter you'd see a crazy, all the way up the stairs. "I'm assuming you're going to be completely violent now." I say, crossing my arms. They all nod, every last one of them. I turn around and run, and they all follow.

I run and motion for the others to follow.
"Alexia, Alexandria, come on!"


I spot the others, crazies close enough behind me they can taste my sweat. I sprint in their direction as a crazy dives onto my leg. I kick his face and free my leg, only to have crazies start dog piling onto me. They're all unarmed, so I can suffer more as they punch me to get me down.

Name: Ryan Salzeider
Age: 23
Personality: Outgoing, brave, a bit stubborn
Appearance: Brown hair. Blue eyes, a bit muscular,  not unattractive.
Inventory: Wallet, Flashlight, and a small switchblade
Clothing: Blue jeans, green shirt, a silver pendant, and black sneakers.
Picture*:
Backstory*: Ryan parents were kidnapped by the crazies, Ryan escaped before they could get him, now he is one of the few survivors, and all he has of his past is his fathers silver pendant
Previous RPs*: A few on another forum
Other**: Caucasian, German descent
Skill***: Fighting, good at melted combat, strength, can lift heavier objects, however he is slower in movement

Could you hold on for a bit bro?
I'm pretty sure we're all about to die.