Roleplaying

James pulled out a FiberOne bar and began to eat it, still holding his large gun as he kept a look out. Beast was walking beside him, panting as usual. James glanced back, making sure they weren't being followed. When he looked forward, he bit into the bar. Beast glanced up at him, licking his chops and wining. James looked down at him. "What?" asked James. Beast whined and barked at James. "Oh, you want a snack?" asked James. Beast licked his chops again. James chuckled, reaching into his bag and pulling out beef jerky for dogs. "Here," said James, handing it to Beast. Beast took it without snatching and began to chew the jerky as they walked. Beast would be four years of age in another day, and James would throw him somewhat of a birthday party. "Oh yeah, you're gonna be twenty-eight in my years, just three years older than me," said James. Beast finished his jerky. "Yeah, but don't go getting any ideas on trying to override, I'll knock you back down," said James, looking at Beast with a smile. Beast barked at him and burped. James chuckled, shaking his head. He'd gotten the dog when he was eight-weeks old. James had spent his time feeding, sheltering, and training the puppy into one of the best on the S.W.A.T. team. Beast would leap out of helicopters with James, cars, buses, and even high story windows. He was James's best friend, and now his only companion. James couldn't think of any times where Beast didn't save his life. James was pulled out of a burning building, a bank robbery, and Beast even located James in a blizzard. James loved the dog.

They had covered half a mile when James heard something behind them. Beast looked back and barked. James looked and gasped. He grabbed Beast and threw the both of them onto the grass as a car went racing by, non-stop. James looked up as Beast stood. The car was on fire, with five zombies atop of it. James could hear screaming from inside, and gunshots went off. Cocking his gun, James looked at Beast and said, "Tsk, tsk." Beast trotted forward, with James hurrying after him. They then broke into a run when the car began to swerve from side to side. "If they crash, it'll explode," said James. He aimed as he the car slowed to a skidding halt. The zombies atop of the car growled and moaned as they reached inside. James fired, hitting two and knocking them off the car. The other three saw him. James hit one in the forehead, killing it and sending it falling into the fire. "Whoever you are, get the Ach Ee double hockeysticks out of the car, now!" shouted James. The two zombies left climbed down from the car and made their way to James. James fired, killing them both. The car doors opened, with a dead zombie being kicked out.

James watched as a man jumped out, with a zombie grappling him. Both of them were on fire, with the man screaming. Another man jumped out, and he was holding a young woman hostage, a gun to her temple. "Help me!" she screamed. The man and woman saw James, but Beast was nowhere to be seen. "Let her go!" warned James, aiming his gun at the man. "Don't take another step, or I'll blow her brains all over the car!" shouted the man. James fired, not at the man, but at the zombie attacking the other man. He put out the flames on himself, thankful that the zombie didn't bite him and that he was fine. James returned his aim on the man with the gun. "Sir, you have to the count of three before you are taken down by a brute force!" shouted James. "I said don't move!" yelled the man. "Please, daddy, help me!" cried the woman. The man on the ground had tears in his eyes. "Help my daughter, please," he said to James. "One..." called James. The young woman was crying. "...Two..." called James. "I'll kill her, back up!" shouted the man. "Please, don't," pleaded the father.

The man with the gun readied to fire. "...Three!" shouted James, whistling aloud afterward. Before the man could fire, Beast ambushed him from his left, lunging fast and biting down on the man's gun holding arm. The man screamed in pain as he released the young woman. She cried, running over to her father. The both of them embraced and hurried over to James. The man with the gun dropped his weapon, with Beast mauling him. "Beast, off and retrieve!" ordered James. Beast halted the assault, picked up the gun, and ran over to James. "Good boy, stand by," said James, taking the gun and handing it to the father. He rubbed Beast's head and refocused on the gunman. "Who are you and why were you trying this stupid action of yours, sir?" asked James.

Natasha zipped up the rucksack, putting it on her back. She stepped out of the store, seeing the whole commotion of the car and the men and woman, as well as a dog. She made sure none of the zombies saw her. Natasha watched in curiosity, she studying their faces. Deciding it was none of her business, Nat headed towards the apartments, walking into the building, looking up the stairs. She kept her eyes pealed as she walked up the stairs. She clung onto the rucksack, walking into her apartment quickly. She opened the door, closing it shortly after. "Sugar.. Sorry Honey. I forgot your cat food." She said softly, stroking her head as she walked to the kitchen, unpacking the foods, putting them on their own allocated cupboards.

"I'm not telling you nothing," snapped the man, carressing his injured arm. "Does that dog have rabies?" asked the man. James clicked his tongue twice. Beast growled menacingly at the man, ready to pounce. "Alright, alright. I needed the car," said the man. "For what?" asked James, gun still trained on the man. He turned to the father and daughter. "Keep watch for walkers," said James. "For what?" asked the father, daughter, and even the man. "Zombies, but I call them walkers," said James. "Oh," said the father, looking about. James returned his attention to the injured man. "Now was it smart to steal their car with five walkers on your tail?" asked James. "I had a gun," said the man. "You had stupidity written across your face," said James. "Please, just help me up or give me something for my arm," said the man. "I have a better idea. Why don't I let my partner here finish what he was doing?" asked James. The man's eyes bulged. "He was in schutzhund training for three years and hasn't lost an adult tooth yet," said James. He clicked his tongue again. Beast growled once more, mock charging the man. "No! Please, I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" shouted the man.

The father looked from the man to a hill next to him. Up the hill, a small group of zombies were approaching. "Uh, sir, we got trouble," said the father. James looked up the hill and cursed. "To the other side of the road," said James. The father and daughter moved to the other side. "Beast, go with them," said James. Beast walked after the two. James walked over to the man, grabbed him by the shoulder, and pulled him over to the car. "What are you doing?" asked the man. James let his big gun hang from his shoulders as he whipped out his Glock 18. "Are you leaving me here with a gun?" asked the man, still holding his injured arm. "No," said James. And with that, he shot the man in his right foot, with the blast echoing through the land. The man screamed in agonizing pain. "Ah, what the heck was that for?" he shouted. "After what you did, almost getting them killed, you need to punished," said James, moving away as the zombies closed in. "No! Don't leave me! Help!" screamed the man. "Let's move," said James. He, the father, the daughter, and Beast hurried down the road. "Did you shoot him?" asked the father. "Yep, what's your names?" asked James, checking the chamber of his gun. "I'm Walter and this is my daughter Jessie," said Walter. "Hi," said Jessie. "Nice to meet you both, I'm James, that's Beast," said James, turning as he walked. He aimed his Glock 18 at the burning car. The man was screaming now, the zombies having got a hold to him. "Watch the explosion," said James. He fired.

The bullet struck the engine of the car, blowing it up on impact. The man, zombies, and the car were now in flaming pieces. James put away his Glock 18 and gripped his big gun. He pulled out a doggy buscuit and fed it to Beast, who gobbled it up. "There's a set of apartments just half a mile down this road with a store there, we could gather up any supplies we need," said James. Jessie hurried up to James, hugging him. James halted, with Beast looking up at them. "Thank you, James," said Jessie. "You're welcome, let's keep moving," said James, reluctant to move. They hurried down the road. Soon, they reached the store. When they arrived, Walter, Jessie, and James hid by the wall of the store. Beast went around the enitre store, checking for zombies around. He walked inside, with the automatic door opening. "Wait for the single bark," said James.

When the bark came, James nodded at Walter and Jessie and moved on, with the two following. They walked inside, with Beast sitting right by the door. "Good boy," said James, petting his head. "Grab what you need and let's go," said James. He walked around to the dog food aisle, gun trained in case a zombie came through the back. He grabbed small bag of Old Yeller dog food. He then grabbed a pack of water bottles out of the containment doors and got him some more snacks. After that, he headed for the front with Beast. He saw Walter and Jessie return with water, small sandwiches, chips, and...did James see a tennis ball and a rawhide bone? He looked at Jesse. "For Beast," she said. "He saved my life," said Jessie. "I called him on, where's my gift?" asked James, smiling. Jessie giggled and Walter smiled. "Let's go," said James. They exited the store, with James keeping his trained forward.

He looked to his right, getting on his tippy toes to look over a sign. There they were, the apartments. "There are the apartments, just four blocks down," he said. "We'll make it, find a decent room, and hopefully find some survivors," said James. "Good, I need to sleep," said Walter. James chuckled. He then saw Beast sniffing the ground. "What is it, boy?" asked James. Beast's tail was curved in the air. His ears were flat against his head. He did that when he was on a scent that could be important. "Does he smell zombies?" asked Jessie. "No," said James. He looked back at her. "He smells people, humans," said James.

Natasha heard a loud bang against her door, and a lot of groaning. Her heart sank to her stomach and she thought she was going to die. Natasha got up from her seat, darting into her bedroom, locking the door and pulling her dresser in front of it. She paced the room, breathing heavily in a state of panic. Zombies were filing into the apartment buildings and she just knew she was on her own. Or so she thought. "Right.. Okay.." She mumbled, tears in her eyes. She didn't want to die at the hands of a zombie. "I can do this." She nodded to herself, looking around her room for something she could use as a weapon. She had small guns but they were no good for single use. It would take one round alone to wipe out just one zombie, let alone dozens. Natasha heard a loud bang. They had gotten inside. Natasha let out a chocked cry, looking to the windows. Zombies couldn't climb.. Natasha ran to the window, pushing it open. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I was never trained for this." She murmured, carefully climbing out of the window, keeping against the wall. She shuffled away from the window, letting out a scream when a zombie burst through the window she had just climbed out of, though the Zombie fell straight out of the window, dead on the ground after the sudden stop. Natasha breathed quickly, scared out of her mind, and now she was on the side of the building as rotting corpses fell from her bedroom window to their deaths.

James, Beast, Walter, and Jessie were now at the apartment gates when Beast heard a scream. James gripped and aimed his gun forward. "Stay close," he told the other two. James kicked open the gates, with Beast trotting inside. "Tsk, tsk," said James, nodding forward. Beast darted ahead, searching around. The dog growled as he saw a group of zombies filing into the apartment buildings. He then looked up as he saw a woman climbing on the side of the apartment. Beast backed away as zombies dove out of the window, falling to their deaths. Beast barked, rising on his legs, his eyes focused on the woman. He was trying to warn her. One zombie fell, but headed straight for Beast. It would've caught the black German shepherd had not James arrived, shooting the zombie away and letting hit the ground a few feet away from his partner. "Beast, what's wrong?" asked James. Beast barked, looking upward. James, Walter, and Jessie looked up. "Oh my God, it's a survivor," said Jessie. "What's she doing? Get down, ma'am! Are you stuck?" asked Walter. James knew she was. She seemed afraid of heights. "Hold on, I'm coming to get you," called James. He aimed his gun at the window where the zombies were falling. He had to block the window, or get to the roof. James darted over to a nearby car, jumped on it, and then leaped up, grabbing hold of the wall.

He scaled it quickly, watching out for biting zombies. Whenever one grabbed at him, it was either kicked or shot back. James reached the roof and then ran atop of it. He took out some rope with a hook and threw it across to the other building. Making sure it was secure, James gripped the rope and looked back in surprise. Five zombies had made it onto the roof. "Oh crap," he said. James took off, running forward with the rope in his hand. When he jumped off, he swung on the rope like Tarzan, his right arm extended out. With a holler, having more zombies falling from windows that he passed, James's right arm wrapped around the woman, snatching her off the building as a zombie managed to leap at her. He saved her just in time. James and the woman made it to the other side, with James releasing the rope and wrapping both arms around the woman as they crashed onto a balcony that was only eight feet off the ground. James landed on his back with a painful grunt, but managed to landn without bringing harm to the woman. He whipped out one of his hand guns and shot two zombies that appeared, killing them both. James then looked at the woman. "You good?" he asked, tucking the gun away.

Natasha heard gun shots, she looked down to see more survivors. "Bozhe Moi." She murmured, meaning: Oh my God. Natasha hugged closer to the building. Heights were never a strong point, she was fine if she didn't look down but it was too late for that. She took a few more breaths, noticing the man had disappeared. Natasha closed her eyes, not noticing the man on the roof, not the Zombie closing in on her. The wind was knocked out of her when she was grabbed. It was so sudden. She was too busy from the worry of falling to notice who had saved her. When they fell, she let out a small huff of air. Not realising she was practically laying on top of him. "Ugh, I think why whole life just flashed before my eyes." She murmured, rubbing her eyes as she lifted her head up from the strangers chest, still not aware of their position. Natasha opened her eyes, which had a bluey green mix, instantly locked onto James'. She couldn't really formulate a responce as she had forgotten momentarily she had been saved. Natasha quickly noticed she was on top of him and quickly scrambled back. "Sorry." She said quickly. "I mean.. Thank you. For helping me up there. I thought I was a gonner." She said softly, her pink, pouty lips pulling into a soft smile as she looked down.

James jumped a bit as the woman quickly scrambled off of him. "Sorry," she said quickly. "I mean.. Thank you. For helping me up there. I thought I was a gonner," said the woman. "Don't sweat it," said James, getting to his feet, checking around him for any dropped objects or oncoming zombies. He then gently grasped her arm, pulling the woman to her feet. "Johnson....James Johnson, but you can call me Wolfsbane," said James. He pointed down to Walter and Jessie. "That's Walter, his daughter Jessie, and...." James almost gripped his gun as he heard Beast run up the wall and leap onto the balcony with a bark. "And my partner, Beast," said James, smiling as he petted Beast. The black German shepherd panted, wagging his tail. James retrieved a dog biscuit from his pack and gave it to Beast. He then turned to the woman. "Looks like we got here just in time," said James. "Who are you, and are there anymore survivors?" he asked, looking around.

(I'm just gonna say no to the survivors as the people who used to Rp here are either no longer active, or just don't post.)) Natasha looked up to him, getting to her feet with his help. "Wolfsbane. What an unusual nickname." She smiled softly, jumping when his companion jumped the balcony to introduce himself. "Hey there, boy." Natasha grinned, petting his head after crouching slightly. "Look at how handsome you are." She said to the dog, scratching behind his ears before standing up. "I'm Natasha Romanov." She told him, shaking her head at his other question. "Just me I'm afriad." She said softly. "Well.. Me and my cat." She shrugged with a small smile. She did her best to care for her cat despite the apocalypse, even if it meant feeding her chips sometimes. Natasha ran her fingers through her hair, looking down to his friends. "Oh, are they your family?" Natasha asked softly. "You sister and father?" She questioned, her curious nature taking over. It came with the abilities of being a spy she supposed.

"A cat?" asked James. He looked at Beast, who cocked his head with a whine, cutting off his panting. James chuckled. "Beast isn't too fond of cats, but he'll cope," said James. "Oh, are they your family?" Natasha asked softly. "You sister and father?" James stared at her for a bit. Asking questions like that? Yep, she was a spy before all this mess, he thought. "No, they're two survivors I saved and picked up," said James. "Some retarded man carjacked them and held them at gunpoint, only to be attacked by zombies before the car caught on fire and almost hit me and my dog," said James. "He's dead, though," called Jessie. "Yeah, the man's dead," said James. He looked over at the window. A few zombies were still falling. "If your cat's in there, and smart, she'd know to hide where the walkers can't get her," said James. He looked over at the entrance next to them. "I'll help you get her, though," he said. "Walter, Jessie, find a place and hide until Beast gives the four barking signals for you to come out," said James. "Ok," said Walter. He and Jessie hid quickly. "You coming?" asked James, with Beast heading through the entrance first.

"Yes, a cat. A little tabby." Natasha told him, looking down to Beast. "Don't worry, she's a lovely girl. I don't think she'll annoy him at all. Mostly just curl up next to him if she got the chance." She smiled, tilting her head as she listened to what he was saying, nodding softly as she understood. She glanced to the girl when she spoke then back to James. "Oh.." She said, quirking an eyebrow. "She is smart. There's no question. But y'know, she's just a baby herself." She said softly. It was probably clear Natasha's only source of companionship was through her cat. She was genuinely worried about her and she had raised her from a tiny kitten. Natasha looked to James when he decided to help her. "Yep, I'm coming." She told him, quickly catching up with him. "It's No. 22." She told him, they weren't yet at the second floor but just so he knew where he was going. As they walked through the room, Natasha saw a bag of golfing equipment. "Hmm.." She hummed, grabbing a golf club. "This'll come in handy." Natasha said, holding it as she caught up with them again. What better than a golf club to kill zombies with?

Its August in New York City, what once was beautiful but busy, is now horrific and abandoned. The streets are full of tipped cars, most on fire. Street gangs break into stores and apartments, stealing and killing to survive. Children scream, and parents cry. It rains ash, from the large amount of fires that have broken out. Zombies hide, waiting for their next victim to walk by.

You are one of the survivors trying to make it in a world overrun with walking zombies. Do whatever you can to survive.

4 months ago, a suspicious meteor crashed into the Earth. A few days after the crash, people who live near the crash site began to display strange symptoms such as rotting skin, twitching and even trying to eat their own limbs. Hearing of this, the government put up a quarantine,  which was a 100 mile radius each way.

However, the disease began to spread after there was a rumour of one of the zombies escaping. They terrorised the nearest towns, infecting people. As the disease began to spread, it was every man, or woman, for themselves.

I only have a few rules!

Do not control other peoples characters

Do not double post

And have fun!