Roleplaying

Destiny was walking out her house cautiously. She couldn't believe her family ditched her to make her die. She only pack a few things in her backpack, her shotgun, 2 box of crackers, chips, apples, grapes, a pack of cheese a travel size pillow and blanket and a knife. Destiny had the knife in her hand ready for what could attack her at any minute. Relaxing a bit, Destiny slowed down and put her knife back. A zombie popped out from a tree! Destiny yanked her knife out and stabbed the knife in the zombie's stomach. Destiny snuck over to a tree and hid behind it, knife ready in her hand. 3 zombies ran towards her. Destiny chopped off the first zombie's head. The second one she chopped it arm. The third one put up a fight. Destiny panicked. She grabbed her shotgun and shot the zombie. She wathced it fall on the ground. Then she took off to find saftey.

Trudy packed up her things as fast as she could. How could my family ditch me? Trudy thought. She ran downstairs and took 10 knifes from her kicten. Runnig towards the door, while she was getting some food and drinks, she noticed that her dad had left his favorite pistol. She grabbed it along with two boxes of ammo and rushed her self out the house. Taking a knife out, she held it up and look around to make sure she wasn't attacked. Finally,  Trudy ran behind a bush and rested. It was 4:02 in the morning, and she was tired. Just as she was about to take her pillow out, she heard a moaning. Trudy stopped what she was doing. She grabbed her knife and flicked over the bush to the zombie. grabbing her back, she ran over to the zombie and grabbed her knife. Not a good idea to rest at a time like this Trudy thought as she ran away for saftey.

Bruce was leaving his house with his twin brother Brock. "Come on man, we ain't got time to play around!" He yelled. Both boys had seen the message on t.v and they were sure their parents forgot them again. They were in college, until the diesese was, "everywhere" And kids had to evacuate. Since niether boy had their own place, they were back with their parents. Bruce looked around for hius brother while he was packing up their food bag and tent. Then, a zombie was running towards them. Panicking, Bruce took out  his pistol and shot it at the zombie. He watched as it fell to the ground. Then Bruce can to his brother in a paniky voice, "Come on Brock! There are more zombies out here then I thoguht!"

Brock was putting in the last of their food when his twin brother Bruce called him. "Give me a second!" He cried. He ran up stairs and grabbed their mom's camping tent. Then runnig back downstairs, he grabbed a box with matches. The took some plastic knifes, and two silver knifes. Stuffing them into the food bag, he grabbed his own bag and ran outside. "Lets go," He said. As they walked, they heard lots of moaning and groaning. Brock was pretty scared, even thought he was an adult. "How in the world are we gonna get to the... well the others side of the world," Brock asked Bruce.

Kori was awakened by the sound of what seemed like a bunch of people with acid reflux, or horrible indigestion pains. She was puzzled; everyone was healthy the day before. How did they get so sick? 'I messed up last night's dinner. I KNEW Brian (her fiance) was lying when he said the spaghetti tasted good...' she thought.

Kori rolled out of the bed and walked to her door. But something wasn't right. She was pondering if she should open the door or not. She stared at her hand, which was gripping the doorknob. She could smell the horrible stench of rotting flesh and human waste. Kori heard the sound of heavy footsteps. At some point, she could make out the sound of one foot being dragged.

Kori heard a hissing sound (as well as the footsteps) come closer and closer to her room. Kori's focus darted from one object to another, trying to determine what she could use as a weapon. Keeping one hand on the doorknob, she reached for her guitar. Soon, the hissing was right behind her door.

Kori slowly cracked the door open. As soon as space was created, a pale white hand darted through the door. Kori screamed and whacked the hand with her guitar. The hand tore off of its owner's wrist, and flew across the room.

Now Kori knew exactly what was going on. 'I can't turn back...' she thought. 'i have to fight.' Kori then flung the door open, swung the guitar high in the air, and hit the man on top of the head. She heard a teeth-gritting crunching noise when the guitar met the man's head. The bloodied, decaying person fell to the ground lifeless. Kori bent over to examine his face. He was almost unrecognizable, but she knew exactly who it was...

Her brother. Travis. She killed her own autistic brother.

Kori felt tears pushing at the back of her eyes, but she held back.

Kori watched in terror as a bloodied, hissing, decaying Brian crawled up the stairs. Kori ran back into her room and slammed the door shut. She opened the door to her small fridge and grabbed all the bottled waters and left-overs and put it all in a backpack. She packed a change of clothes, and then broke the window open with her guitar.

Kori looked back as Brian was approached her room. She felt her throat tighten. She knew tears were coming, but she tried her best to keep them from escaping her eyes. Kori then crawled out the window, and escaped the house.

Nothing occupied the neighborhood. No noises. No cars. No stray animals. The streets were as empty as the mind of a cucumber...

Destiny was literally being chased by zombies. "Why are they're so many?!" Destiny thought in her head. She finally was able to grabbed her shot gun (she couldn't reach it the entire time). Destiny turned around a started to shoot the living dead that was chasing her. Knowing some were behind her, she turned around and kicked them while shooting the ones she had started. Once she had killed them all, Destiny relaxed. She was tired, and really needed a place to rest. But Destiny knew that she was in a crisis, and she couldn't stop. She looked around making sure the area was clear. She yelled. Nobody respond. She yelled again. No response. So there were no zombies. Destiny went to lie down on the grass and took a quick nap to get her rested up.

Bruce shrugged. "I don't know, maybe if we find one of those little help boxes, and used that for help." Bruce heard the moaning noise, but didn't hear where it was coming from. Suddenly he felt a bony, cold and bloody hand on his shoulder. Bruce screamed and shot his pistol at the zombie. But it was putting up for a fight and it wasn't dying. "Run!" Bruce yelled. He grabbed Brock's arm and ran. The zom,bie chased after them. Bruce finally just turned around. He ran towarsds the zombie jumped on it. Bruce took his knife out and stabbed the zombie with it. It finally died. Bruce breathe heavily. He had never been so scared in his entire life. He stared at Brock. "What are you doing man?" Bruce said. "I can't be shooting these ugly living people by myself!"

Trudy was still running as fast as she could. She didn't know what to do, and she knew she would need help. One tiny little pistol and a a bunch of sharp knives wern't gonna do anything good. Then, Trudy heard moaning. She was scared, and stopped. The moaning had stop. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. Then she was grabbed. Trudy yelled and screamed and wiggled, but she couldn't escape the zombie's grasp. Finally, she elbowed the zombie's stomach, her entire arm going in the stomach. "EWW!" Trudy yanked her arm out.. She back away from the dead zombie when 3 zombies jumped on her. Trudy was useless, and her backpack was dropped when she elbowed the firts zombie. She couldn't do anything except scream for help. So thats what Trudy did. "HEEEEEELLLLLPPPPPP!!!!!!" Trudy screamed. She tried even louder. "HEEEELLLLLPPPPP!" Trudy Yelled again. She wiggled and pushed the zombies, but her actions were useless. "Please lord, get someone to help me!" Trudy thought to herself.

Kori aimlessly wandered through the quiet neighborhoods. She needed a new weapon, and she need it now. The guitar could no longer be used. The neck of the guitar was completely lacerated, and dangling by a guitar string.

Kori then remembered something. There was a crazy old man that lived in the neighborhood. She remembered the time that he pulled a gun out on his own son. There has to be a gun (if not more than one) in his house.

With trembling knees, Kori walked up to the old man's house, and did the same thing as she did when she was in her house. Kori paused after laying her hand on the doorknob. She could hear the sound of feet shuffling. But this time there was an odd sound. It wasn't hissing. It sounded like a demonic pug...

Kori's head swam.

"You have to be brave," she said under her breath, "if you're not brave, you will die.

" She swung the door open. The strange throaty, high-pitched grumbling came from the old man. He was torn, blood-stained, and stumbling just like the other zombies. Kori ripped the guitar string which was the only thing keeping the neck attached to the rest of the guitar, and tightened her grasp around the neck.

The zombie ran towards Kori, making the awful noise. Kori wanted to run and hide, but she knew she couldn't. She lifted up the neck of the guitar, getting into ready position, preparing to stab the bloody beast. The zombie tried to bite her on the right shoulder. At that instant, Kori plunged the guitar neck into the zombie's eye. The zombie gave out an awful squeal as it fell to the ground. The sound was...unhuman-like. Alien. It was so high-pitched that Kori has to cover her ears.

Kori examined her shoulder. It was fine. No scratches, no bites. The tattoo seemed to glare at her. It reminded her of her brother. She suddenly felt sorrow, and the tears pushed even harder at the back of her eyes. 'You have to remember. That wasn't Travis. Travis was no longer. All it was was the husk of a human...' She tried to cheer herself up, but nothing worked. She gave out a strange animal noise and ran to a closet. She tried to get her mind off of her brother.

There, the gun gleamed at Kori. She picked it up, as well as 4 cases of ammo that was next to the gun.

It was at that instant, she heard a scratching sound. She looked over at the dimmed window in the kitchen. A zombie had spotted her, and would stop at nothing to get to her. The glass broke, and the zombie crawled into the kitchen.

This zombie was different. It had spider-like legs, and cat-like arms. Not only was the disease turning everyone into senseless cannibals, it was mutating them...

The zombie crawled on all fours. It was much faster than a bipedal zombie, and came grabbing for Kori's feet. Kori suddenly found herself in a state of panic. Time seemed to slow down. 'What if the gun's not loaded?' 'It doesn't matter, SHOOT!' 'But then that's wasted time, and then I'll have to reload, and then-'

Kori yelled out loud, "SHOOT!"

Kori felt paws grab her feet. She screamed, and that instant shot the zombie.

But Kori made an awful mistake..

Zombies from everywhere heard the gunshot, and started climbing through the window.

Kori started blindly shooting. She shot a large amount of zombies, but there were still a lot of zombies chasing her. She had no choice but to run. She was outnumbered.

Kori scrambled and ran into the master bedroom. She was safe for now. But what would she do? Many different plans went through her mind. She had to think quick, as the zombies were clawing at the door, which was getting ready to bust at any moment...

 

Destiny woke up to the sound of groaning and screaming. At first she was dazed, but then realized there was a zombie running towards her. Standing straight up, she grabbed her gun and shot it at the zombie. Stuffing her pillow into her bag, she ran off. Not knowing where she was, she ran into a recrational center, where Destiny used to do her swimming and excerising at. Then she stopped. Destiny noticed a bunch of zombies in the locker room, roaming around. Destiny stepped back quietly so she wouldn't be noticed. She opened the door and shut it as silent as she could. Then she spotted a zombie limping towards her. Destiny shot it, but then shot an unoccupied car. The alarm went off! Destiny covered her ears. It was so loud! Then a bunch of zombies started to come at once....Destiny couldn't kill them all, so she ran. Then she remebered a shooting range her dad used to go to. It had all kinds of gernades, she could get them and use them. Destiny ran to thhe range. She yanked on the door, but couldn't get it opedned. "Crpa!" She said. She saw she zombies come to the door and the zombies runnig towards her. Destiny panicked and shot the door opened. The dogded the zombies and ran to the grenades. Grabbing a 50 gernade box, she took one out. "Fire!" She cried and threw the gernaded. It exploded and all the zombies. Destiny smiled ran out the shooting range, looking for more saftey

Brock stared into Bruce's eyes in an angry way. "Look, I'm trying!" He said. "All I can do is do crazy karate kicks and punch! I can't use a knife, let alone a gun! And My reflexs are slow." Just then, a car alarm went off. Brock covered his ears. Seeing all the zombies coming towards them made Brock panick. He grabbed his back pack and threw it at the zombies, knocking some of them down to the ground with a piercing scream. Speaking of screams, he could also hear another scream. But it was a human scream. "Hey Bruce!" Brock said. "I got an idea! Follow the human scream and see what's up, while I take care of these guys!" Brock looked at Bruce's dissaproving face. "Just trust me, and do it!"

Shadow was tired and sitting in a tree to avoid the undead stumbling around below. She'd been slaying them all day and the arrow head like thing at the tip of her tail was covered in undead gore. Shadow knew better than to use her jaws to bite through the skull her last consort had died from ingesting the flesh of an undead. Shadow missed him but consorts were easy enough to find, male shape shifters were more common than females. Most shapeshifters went 'feral' because nobody could reject them if they were in animal form nobody could tell what they were. There were many places for a shapeshifter to go by law. Ever since the president's and a signigicant number of congress men and women had turned out to be shapeshifters or had children who were shapeshifters. Some people still hated shapeshifters. Her parents were some of them her whole home town in fact . Good thing they hadn't found out untill she was old enough to just up and leave. They'd have murdered her and the sherif and hospital would claim it was an accident. Shadow had scratched out a living ever since.

Bruce was uncertain, because he didn't hear anyone. But then he did, and followed it. "So its not just us then!" Thought Bruce. When Bruce finally caught up with the scream, a girl with short black hair was beong attacked. Bruce got his gun and ran to the herd of zombies. He grabbed the girl and pushed her aside, and shot the zombies like their was no tommorow.  Blood splattered on Bruce, but he didn't mind, for he was having fun, and he was saving a teenage girl's life. He finally killed the last one. Walking to the girl who called for help, he bent over to the girl and asked, "Are you alright? My name is Bruce," Bruce put his gun in his back pocket to make himself seem nicer.

Shadow had heard a scream but she was running low on calories and sleep, she needed food and rest before engaging the undead again. Luckily with the undead gone a timid deer had gone right under her perch She breathed fire to remove the undead taint from her scales carefully and remained hidden waiting for the right moment. The deer walked into a clear location and Shadow pounced feeling the deer's neck break in her mouth. Shadow started dragging the carcass along till a safe distance from the scream and then bolted huge chunks of meat. There were few plants she could eat at the at that time of year so she relied on meat. When she was done she used fire to make the rest safe for humans. She hadn't considered herself human for years. Shadow took a nap and bothered to carry the carcass after cleaning herself of blood. She then made her way closer to the ruckus and on seeing what was going on put the carcass in a tree and joined the melee wings folded close to her sides as the undead ignored her in favor of their prefered prey. Slice and one head fell off as a body fell limp. Shadow used her tail to plow through the undead one after another, they didn't notice the other undead falling around them. Stupid things that ate her food and killed her consort. Shadow hated them for what they'd done to her and was taking her revenge on these brainless mindless things.

5:52 AM

Destiny was hiding in a small shed, starting to make food. She knew that the smell of food cooking on a small fire could attract unwelcome creatures, so she went into a shed to keep the smell away from the zombies. After setting up the fire, she took out a dead bunny that she had found and cut of the fur and a small bit of the skin. Placing it in a two sided pot she made of sticks, she put it above the fire to let the bunny cook. Then she took a bird's egg and crack it in the other side of the pot. "Gotta keep myself full of food," Destiny said. She then threw in some cheese with the eggs. Finally, they were both ready. Taking out the food, she put it on a paper plate, and then placed the egg on the bunny. Destiny then uncertainly took out a fork and tried her breakfast. It tasted a bit wierd, but it was pretty good. as Destiny finished her food and was packing up to leave, she heard sombody throwing up outside. "SHould I go?" Destiny thought. Destiny knew that she could die in that shed, so she left. A fat zombie who looked like it weighed 2000 pounds saw her and limped towards her Destiny screamed. She threw a gernade at the fat zombie and ducked behind a tree. She heard an explosion, and saw tiny pieces fly up in the air. When she peeked around, a stain of blood and the remains of the gernade was left. Destiny continued her adventure, wondering what could happen to her.

A old draggy town that is wierd and bad, and awkrard in the united states.

You are a survivor of a deadly sickness. More than half of the population died. One night, while you were as asleep, The newsman told everyone to evacuate to the other side of the world. That was two hours ago and when you wake up, you find the newsman on the t.v saying, "If you are seeing this message in you old home, your too late," Your job is to survive the terrible zombie attack and to get to the other side of the world

No history

Follow all the rp rules

Romance is allowed, BUT not too much

VIolence is allowed, but don't get into too much detail.

Don't forget to hunt for food!

If you are to use guns, no big and destructive guns like rocket launchers. (if you are wondering my favorite gun is the shotgun lol :))

Have fun!

I will start off the rp so you can kinda get a feel :)