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This thread seems like a good idea yet, does anyone really read all of these posts? I've read some of them which are very interesting. But there are so many different characters and different plot lines you just can't keep up with them all even if you did read each 10 paragraph post. So I just want to know if anyone here read the stories besides their own.

At 1/27/08 06:34 PM, ManMadeKing wrote:

At 1/27/08 05:55 PM, Cenetaurman wrote: ((I'll give this a shot!))

user name: Cenetaurman
Age: 13

((Too young.))

((LOL he men't he actual age moron.))

At 1/27/08 09:07 PM, Cenetaurman wrote: Wait...I can't join this thread because I'm too young?

((no, your character is to young. you have your age and character age. make your character older and more believable. its not fun when you have a god character, in fact i think its not allowed. so yea. change up your person and try again.))

At 1/27/08 09:28 PM, mooguy wrote: This thread seems like a good idea yet, does anyone really read all of these posts? I've read some of them which are very interesting. But there are so many different characters and different plot lines you just can't keep up with them all even if you did read each 10 paragraph post. So I just want to know if anyone here read the stories besides their own.

((sorry for adding onto the post about the age. didnt see that. but about this, yea im pretty sure people who are involved read the previous stories, otherwise it wouldnt make sense. i think right now its just a little mixed up, but it should be fine soon.))

At 1/27/08 09:07 PM, Cenetaurman wrote: Wait...I can't join this thread because I'm too young?

((You didn't put down character age, so it was assumed that the age that was listed was the characters age and not your age; As we can go to your profile to see your age but you must tell us the characters age.

You still gotta fix your profile, and actually include character age.))

At 1/27/08 10:11 PM, ironraven24 wrote:

At 1/27/08 06:34 PM, ManMadeKing wrote:

At 1/27/08 05:55 PM, Cenetaurman wrote: ((I'll give this a shot!))

user name: Cenetaurman
Age: 13

((Too young.))

((LOL he men't he actual age moron.))

((How about you don't insult my personal friend because he was doing hat I had told him to do? MMK assumed that he meant his character age, and I'm sure so did everyone else. Avoid calling people who are actually contributing to the crew a moron when you do oh-so little.))

((Also, don't fuckin' say LOL in here for the god. This isn't your MSN conversations, it's a serious RP crew. Don't you ever think you are contributing if you are insulting someone who has been here longer than you, makes longer posts than you, and overall has better grammar than you have ever fucking shown.))

((Guys, flaming each other isn't going to get anything done. Just drop it.))

User name: Cenetaurman.

Character name: Andy
Character age: 32.

Appearence: He wears a leather jacket and a black shirt, with black jeans to match. His long, black hair is tied in a pony-tail, which hangs down to his back. He is 6 feet tall, and weighs 245 pounds with his stuff: without, 210. He has fairly tan skin, and dark brown eyes.

Weapons: Prized katana (which has been handed down generation to generation: said to be worth millions due to great condition and age)
Magnum, 10 mag's.

Personality: Fairly nice, although he can be cruel to those he dislikes.

Bio: A rich man, Andy lived a great life before the creatures came. He graduated college at just 25 years old, and became a great lawyer. He didn't do many cases, but the ones he did do were defending his best friends for many things: Framed theft, car damages, and even graffiti. He was married, and had 2 children...
...then the creatures came...
When the creatures came, his life turned upside down. The creatures attacked and killed his family while he was away, and when he came back, he had to run for his life. He is now settled, but worried.

Area: Mall.

At 1/28/08 08:06 AM, Cenetaurman wrote: ((Guys, flaming each other isn't going to get anything done. Just drop it.))

((Ironraven started it.))

User name: Cenetaurman.

Character name: Andy
Character age: 32.

((Okay.))

Appearence: He wears a leather jacket and a black shirt, with black jeans to match. His long, black hair is tied in a pony-tail, which hangs down to his back. He is 6 feet tall, and weighs 245 pounds with his stuff: without, 210. He has fairly tan skin, and dark brown eyes.

(('kay.))

Weapons: Prized katana (which has been handed down generation to generation: said to be worth millions due to great condition and age)

((We said no to swords a while back. I guess you could walk around with it, but not use it for actual killings.))

Magnum, 10 mag's.

((Also okay.))

Personality: Fairly nice, although he can be cruel to those he dislikes

((Generic "okay" comment.))

Bio: A rich man, Andy lived a great life before the creatures came. He graduated college at just 25 years old, and became a great lawyer. He didn't do many cases, but the ones he did do were defending his best friends for many things: Framed theft, car damages, and even graffiti. He was married, and had 2 children...
...then the creatures came...
When the creatures came, his life turned upside down. The creatures attacked and killed his family while he was away, and when he came back, he had to run for his life. He is now settled, but worried.

((Awesome sauce.))

Area: Mall.

((Alrighty then. You are in.))

At 1/28/08 10:28 AM, ManMadeKing wrote:

((Guys, flaming each other isn't going to get anything done. Just drop it.))

((Ironraven started it.))

((So? He meant no harm.))

User name: Cenetaurman.

Character name: Andy
Character age: 32.

((Okay.))

((w00t))

Appearence: He wears a leather jacket and a black shirt, with black jeans to match. His long, black hair is tied in a pony-tail, which hangs down to his back. He is 6 feet tall, and weighs 245 pounds with his stuff: without, 210. He has fairly tan skin, and dark brown eyes.

(('kay.))

((Took me a very long time to come up with something decent...))

Weapons: Prized katana (which has been handed down generation to generation: said to be worth millions due to great condition and age)

((We said no to swords a while back. I guess you could walk around with it, but not use it for actual killings.))

((Got it))

Magnum, 10 mag's.

((Also okay.))

((Thanks you...I couldn't come up with a fitting gun O.o I thought about having him use a shotgun... but they are much too common to me...))

Personality: Fairly nice, although he can be cruel to those he dislikes

((Generic "okay" comment.))

((Generic "thank you" comment.))

Bio: A rich man, Andy lived a great life before the creatures came. He graduated college at just 25 years old, and became a great lawyer. He didn't do many cases, but the ones he did do were defending his best friends for many things: Framed theft, car damages, and even graffiti. He was married, and had 2 children...
...then the creatures came...
When the creatures came, his life turned upside down. The creatures attacked and killed his family while he was away, and when he came back, he had to run for his life. He is now settled, but worried.

((Awesome sauce.))

((Chunky or regular? ;) ))

Area: Mall.

((Alrighty then. You are in.))

((w00t))

At 1/27/08 07:19 PM, JakFro5t wrote: ((Well Chaz I was just going to leave away from the highschool but looks like I have to get you lol. Also, I had an idea for a possible long term goal in the story, the town is locked down by the U.S. government and soldiers are placed on the inside of a big wall to keep all the people inside ((like in Resident Evil)) so we have to think of a way to get passed them and through the wall. What do you all think?))

Jak was cruising, trying to find a place to hide out before dark. He turned the corner that led to the highschool, and slowed down a few blocks from the front of the building, looking there made his heart sink slightly deeper into his stomach.

Around the building were approximatly 100 to 200 savages, all crowding around the walls, pushing each other without taking notice that there was anyone else in the area, all beating their limbs and even faces against the steel doors and plexiglass windows. That was why Jak had picked the building, it was built like a fortress. With it's stone walls, steel exterior and interior doors, and if he remembered correctly it had a tunnel that led to the preschool only a few blocks over so if he needed to fall back. But as he watched the things battering away he threw away the idea, there was no way to get inside, even if he got inside he would be canned food, ready to be devoured when either the food ran out or the window frames finally gave way to the unrelenting force of the ghouls, or both. Then Jaks brain took all the info in on the situation at hand, why are they so determined to get in? Then he saw it, there in the window positioned near the right corner of the building, something flashed out and struck a ghoul, sending it to the ground.

Jak: Theres someone in there, look at that window.

Jak pointed his finger at the window indicated and his partner nodded.

Jak: Obviously we can't take refuge in there but do we want to chance it to save someone?

Jak raised his left eyebrow, sending the right one down.

Jak: We might be able to scale the field fence and brake it into the back door, but I'm still not sure if we should chance it.

((Up to you muhahahah))

"First, we don't have the man power to make an assault on a building that size, incase there are any of them zombie wankers inside. Second, I don't think holding the ground would be a good idea without supplies." Sighing, Danny wiped his gloved hand across his brow, the surface of his skin glistening with sweat in the dim light. His mind wandered through all of the ideas he could think of, pushing aside the rediculous and analysing the most realistic.

Looking around where he could see of the building, an idea formed in Danny's head. The sergeant grinned slightly, wrinkles appearing on one corner of his mouth. "What we could try is a snatch and grab. I go in, clear room to room, get everyone alive out through the tunnel and you pick us up at the pre-school. It reduces the risk of us both getting killed, and seems the most logical. From there we can try to find supplies and maybe find out what the hell I'm doing here."

Unholstering his pistol, the soldier checked it over, pulling the moving parts back to check for stoppages and removing the magazine to ensure the rounds were secure. Once he did this, Danny's hand hovered over to the knife he had sheathed. Undoing the button with a pop, Danny pulled the holding strap away, pulling his combat knife out. A gentle hiss echoed out as the metal slid against synthetic material. Handing the blade over to Jak, he offered it to him. "Not much, but it's the only other weapon I have till I find some NATO five's {{The five mm rounds used by NATO countries like in the M4 and FAMAS}} and an M4 for my empty mags."

He hoped Jak would accept his plan. Danny knew what he was doing, and what risk he was going to put himself in. But it was the most sure route to take, as it gave everyone a chance to get out alive and to reach supplies. Survival was the objective for Danny, atleast untill he found out who he was working for, why he was here and how to get back into contact with them.

{{If you have the idea of the wall, what we could do is have Danny be one of the soldiers sent in to extract VIPs, and the fact he's British could be explained as a joint US/UK operation to get American and British nationals out of the city. It'd make sense, and fits in with my character waking up in the middle of nowhere after falling out of a helicopter, which you all should have picked up on as to what made him go unconcious by now xP!!!}}

((before I go on, if I happen to be with any of your characters, feel free to do my talking for me if I'm not around to post myself. Just don't have me, my bro, or my sister killed, or else! lol))

As they were heading toward the high school, D started to think that going there wouldn't be such a good idea. He suddenly slid the car around the next turn.

Ray Ray: Dude, what are you doing?
D: Bro, I'm getting bad vibes about goin' to that high school.
Ray Ray: Man, don't start up on that "bad vibe hippy" bullshit again.
D: Fuck off, yo. You know whenever I get bad vibes about certain places, bad shit always happens there.
June: Look, Ray Ray, I've seen bad shit happen when D gets those bad vibes. It ain't pretty, believe me.
Ray Ray: *groans* Ok, then where are we gonna go?
D: There's an old saw mill a couple miles from here. It's just on the outskirts of the town.
Ray Ray: Oh great. We get to be around fucking SAWDUST!

After a few minutes, they reached the sawmill. Fortunately, those zombies hadn't found this place yet. D parked the car in a large storage shed, and found a forklift with a CB radio/

D: Yo, June, you and Ray Ray get inside. I'll get this forklift in there.
June: What? What do you need that thing for?
D: This things got a CB radio. I can try to contact the others. Hopefully one of them has a CB.
June: Ok, but hurry.
D: *over the CB* This is Big D to anyone with a radio. Come in. I repeat, this is Big D. We're at the old sawmill. Can anyone hear me? Over.

((This is the only place we could find that wasn't zombie-infested.))

(( Couple things I'd like to say.

-Lol 'Raptor that's the same pistol I had in the old story.
-@ Mooguy, the new story starts on page 92 I believe, there is a link in my siggy.
-Iron' I don't care if you tell people how they messed up but I would like to keep the drama and flame wars to a minimal.
-Welcome to the RP Cenet', though cutting through bone with a thin sword accurately is probably niegh impossible.
-@ At Shal', cool your plan will work perfectly. This will be a great story.
-That is all.))

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Jak sat in the driver's side seat, staring at the swarm still pounding on the school's doors and windows, he occasionally checked behind him to make sure a rogue undead didn't sneak up on the two of them. Listening to Sgt. Danny's plan he had to admit that it sounded reasonably possible, Jak was always open to suggestions, the problem was that most people couldn't tell their ass from a hole in the ground.

Jak looked at Danny as the Sgt. offered up a combat knife, Jak didn't know what he would do with it but took greatfully, then thinking absentmindedly he grabbed a roll of grey duck tape that he kept under his seat and effixed the knife like a bayonet. He wouldn't be able to kill the things but maybe if he stabbed it he could keep 'em from getting close, and give him time to blow it away.

Jak: Hey thanks.....so how do you want to do this? You want to drop you off in the back near the fence? If that's what we're doing I'll go around a few block and come up from behind to limit visibility and reduce the number creeps you have to watch for, but even so, you may want to grab some extra ammo, god knows I have enough for the two of us. And one more thing, at the pickup point do not stop, just jump in the back and lay flat. So how do you want to go down with this, or should we just leave.....?

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((Also I have finally finished the first part of my story called "The Everlast Project" it's a zombie story and this first part explains how the agent was released, so go check it out and tell me what you think, I need to know.))

((Ok, time to get off my lazy ass and get an intro))

Andy looked at the clock...
Andy: "Five thirty...."

Andy then went back to eating his sandwich. He's been at the mall for roughly 1 month now: the creatures haven't done crap to it, as if it never existed. He still doesn't know whether people still live there....
Andy finished his sandwich, and went back to the weapons section. There was many things: Daggers, rifles, pistols, M-4s, grenades, it was like an indespensable army supply depot. Sure the prices were insane, but they could easily be stolen...then used. Andy always pondered the purpose of it, but didn't think much of it.

He soon heard footsteps on the roof.
Andy: "What? Who's there?!?!"

Afterwards, he heard a door bust open.
Andy: "Oh no...not now...."

A few dozen creatures began spewing from the door. They looked about 5 feet tall, but they were as fast as wolves...and they were heading right for Andy.
Andy: "Crap..."
Andy quickly drew his Magnum, and the magazines with it. He began firing his Magnum at the creatures, but they already made it to the weapons store. They began picking up the rifles, looking like they just saw a laser rifle. They began picking them up, taking no effect from the bullets.
Andy: "Dammit..."
Gunshots began whirring through the air, and Andy could barely keep himself from laughing. The creatures were firing the rifles and pistols at each other, killing themselves at a slow, but noticable, rate. Andy crept away, trying to be careful not to disturb the creatures during their suicide.
Andy: "This could be easier than expected..."

((Run, Duran, move those little legs!))

Nick let out a low-whistle as he gazed upon the rapidly growing pile of cold steel amassing on the counter. Each weapon seemed to be bigger than the last, and each hit the counter with a satisfying clank.

Nick reached forward and grabbed what looked to be a Kalishnakov. He had to jerk his arm to lift it up enough to slide his hand under the forward grip and brought it to his chest. He whistled again as he bounced it up and down a few times, testing its weight.

"Man, no offence guys, but your dad probably committed more felonies stocking that little hidey-hole then we have fingers between us." Nick said, easing the weapon back onto the glass and looking for something lighter.

"You complaining?" asked Andy, hefting out a SPAS-12 shotgun and propping it up against a cabinet, the snout clinking off the glass.

"Not at this time, no." Nick said, casting his eyes around.

Ducking below the counter level, Nick ran his eyes over the drawers.

".22, .38 long, .50AE, ah 9mil, here we are." Nick muttered to himself. He grabbed the cool handle in his palm and pulled. It gave about a millimeter then stuck fast. It was locked.

"For fuck's sake." Nick shook his head then yanked as hard as he could on the drawer. Once, twice, on the third, the handle broke off with a quiet snap and Nick staggered backwards, and hit his head painfully off the shotgun Andy had left. Grabbing it before it fell down, and possibly went off, Nick cursed as he rubbed at his head. He eyed the drawer. Okay fine, no more Mr. Nice Guy.

Popping the breech open to make sure it was unloaded, Nick brought his elbow up, rotating his torso, eyed his target, then smashed the shotgun stock into the drawer front. It splinted open and Nick felt as rush of victory.

Putting the shotgun back, Nick pulled out and discarded the wood chips. Digging around, he pulled out several boxes of ammo and empty handgun clips. Discarding the non-Glock ones, Nick busied himself sliding bullets into them.

Andy meanwhile, had finished sorting out the weaponry and groaned as he stretched his back, wincing as something cracked. He looked over at Nick, absorbed in reloading his clips.

"Hey, Nick. I'm done, so have at it." Nick glanced up.

"Sure, yeah, right after I finish this." A scream echoed from outside.

"What in the fuck was that?" asked Mac, squinting outside. His eyes widened as he saw the figure of a person sprinting full out for the store front. Two dogs, big ones were pursuing him. If the quartet didn't do something, that guy was toast.

Nick looked over, the other three were farther. His move then.

Vaulting the register cabinet, Nick made for the door and pulled it open just as the man reached it. The man was going so fast that he tripped and fell in his haste to stop before face planting into inch thick glass.

Nick saw the two dogs running for his blood now. He drew his Glock, aimed, and managed to get one before the other was upon him. A bullet shot by, who it was from, Nick couldn't tell. But it missed. The dog leaped for Nick's face, and he somehow managed to grab hold of the thing's throat and shove it away, sending it spawling into the dark street outside. Nick aimed for it, then realized he didn't have his Glock in hand. Scanning the store for it, he couldn't see it. Meanwhile, the dog had regained its footing, and was charging again.

Nick was left with only one option, and he took it. He brought his leg up in a swift motion, bent at the knee, then lashed out with a vicious back kick to the dog's face. It fell back with a yelp. Nick pressed his advantage and sprinted forward. Using his momentum, he planted one foot and swung with the other, hitting the thing a brutal clip to the skull. He heard several somethings break in its skull. It spasmed one, then lay still.

Nick back away quickly, and slammed the door to the shop behind him. The stranger was trying to get up.

"Don't get up yet." Nick said kneeling down. He quickly checked for broken bones, torn muscles or anything else. Not finding anything other then some minor crap, Nick helped the guy up. Mac came up and handed Nick his gun, which had somehow flew the length of the store in the melee.

"You in any pain."

"No." was the reply.

"I'm Nick, that's Mac, Kirk and Andy. And you are?"

((And then there were five. Good to have you back MMK.))

At 1/27/08 11:28 PM, Slapdamonkeyaz wrote:

((How about you don't insult my personal friend because he was doing hat I had told him to do? MMK assumed that he meant his character age, and I'm sure so did everyone else. Avoid calling people who are actually contributing to the crew a moron when you do oh-so little.))

I'm sorry, really I am.

((Also, don't fuckin' say LOL in here for the god. This isn't your MSN conversations, it's a serious RP crew. Don't you ever think you are contributing if you are insulting someone who has been here longer than you, makes longer posts than you, and overall has better grammar than you have ever fucking shown.))

I'm trying to improve my grammar. I am also sorry for not contributing to the thread as much, I have been trying more lately, as long as I have Ideas I will. Again, sorry for this whole episode.

NG acount:(Caboose3)
Age:(13)
Character Name:(Zach)
Character age:(13) ((P.S I can change my character age if you guys want me too))
Area:(in an abandend naborhood living in a trailer)
Weapons:(My 22 that I got for my birthday and about 5 magizines worth of bullets for it, also my dads revolver,and my dads hunting rifle wich I dont like to use becuse of the heavy recoil)
Appearance:(I stand about 5ft4,I have curly dark hair, green eyes, and I wear just normal old clothes that a 13 year old would wear)
Bio about character:(I am in the school band and I play the trumpet, I am very sensitiveand get lonley easily, when the creatures attacked me and my brother where ar home we had an off day from school my brother was watching tv my mom called and told us to look at the news channel but after that the phone line was cut off, so was the news so my brother went out with my grandfather who leaves next to us to see what was happening.......they havn't returned yet)

((this is really cool what you guys have going so far I have read a lot ofthe story so I decided to apply))

((i cant think of anything to get me out of the highschool so if anyone wants to get me out that would be nice. thank you))

At 1/28/08 06:07 PM, JakFro5t wrote: (( Couple things I'd like to say.

-@ At Shal', cool your plan will work perfectly. This will be a great story.

{{Sweet, sounds like a plot is developing all by itself : D}}

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Jak sat in the driver's side seat, staring at the swarm still pounding on the school's doors and windows, he occasionally checked behind him to make sure a rogue undead didn't sneak up on the two of them. Listening to Sgt. Danny's plan he had to admit that it sounded reasonably possible, Jak was always open to suggestions, the problem was that most people couldn't tell their ass from a hole in the ground.

Jak looked at Danny as the Sgt. offered up a combat knife, Jak didn't know what he would do with it but took greatfully, then thinking absentmindedly he grabbed a roll of grey duck tape that he kept under his seat and effixed the knife like a bayonet. He wouldn't be able to kill the things but maybe if he stabbed it he could keep 'em from getting close, and give him time to blow it away.

Jak: Hey thanks.....so how do you want to do this? You want to drop you off in the back near the fence? If that's what we're doing I'll go around a few block and come up from behind to limit visibility and reduce the number creeps you have to watch for, but even so, you may want to grab some extra ammo, god knows I have enough for the two of us. And one more thing, at the pickup point do not stop, just jump in the back and lay flat. So how do you want to go down with this, or should we just leave.....?

"The back will do fine.... Don't worry about my ammo, I don't count on using my gun anyways if I can help it." Another coy grin lifted on the corners of his mouth. Patting the bandolier of spare 9mm on his webbing, Danny noted with aproval at how Jak managed to make himself a bayonet. Good, this guy was resourceful, and resourceful people were what this sergeant needed around him.

"I have four magazines loaded for my pistol, not including the one already in it, and about sixty loose nine mill rounds I can use to fill them up when they run out. Don't worry about me, I'm trained to do stuff like this for a living, if you take away the zombies." He wanted to re-assure Jak he knew what he was doing. Danny felt he had done building clearances all the time, and that a VIP snatch was almost routine. It was like all of his skills were inherant, no need for memory, that the training he must have had was just on the tip of his tongue to talk about.

Sighing softly, Danny put his hand on the door catch. "Just make sure the snatch {{British Army slang for soft skin vehicles, like trucks e.c.t for pick up missions}} is there when I get out. Let me worry about bundling everyone in. Oh, and if you happen to know where I can get a fully automatic M4, tell me when I get back."

Winking briefly, Danny showed three fingers to Jak. It was time for the countdown. He needed the other guy to understand they had to move in sync, that Jak needed to do what he said he'd do immediatly after the sergeant got out of the vehicle. "On the count of three, you gotta get me to the back entrance and get out again, don't stop when we're there, just slow down enough for me to jump out."

Three... Two... One... "GO GO GO!"

i felt lazy so i've decided to write something to stop me from feeling so lazy,the system works

Rich stood there quite shocked.a kid and an old man just saved his life and they immediately gave him a hunting rifle.At least he had a better chance of hitting the walking dead.

the old man ran to the window while the boy ran to the top of the stairs,gunshots were heard from both as they fired into oncoming zombies.Rich decided he should do something,but before he had the chance,the blockade at the stairs gave way as the dead climbed the stairs.The boy ran back firing as he did.The three survivors formed a line and fired together hoping to live for a just a bit longer.Rich counted down.

Rich:....3....2....1....Fire

The rifles exploded and hit the nearest creature,it staggered but raised itself again.Rich counted again

Rich:.....3....2.....1.....fire

Another volley of bullets hit the same creature,this time it stayed down.But that was but one,three more took it's place.The old man quickly spoke.

:To the roof now,quick out the window

The three ran,the boy climbed out first,then Rich.The old man was not so lucky,grabbed by the Zeds he was pulled back in.Rich watched in horror as he watched the man die and scream in agony,it became to much when the blood of his savior stained the window Rich had closed.

Rich climbed upon the roof where the boy was now crying.

:He was all that was left of my family,just him.What do i do now?

Rich.......You survive......we survive.

The boy slowly wiped the tears from his face and grabbed the rifle beside him.the window shattered as a fist pierced the glass,the moaning grew louder as the first of many climbed out the window.Rich aimed the rifle and fired.The the torn body fell from the roof,only to spasm on the ground.The mangled body crawled back the door way hoping to gain another meal.
The next drew closer than the first,the boy took this one down.the blood sprayed from fresh hole in it's head as the boy reloaded.The body toppled an fell to the floor.It did not rise.

Rich:We can't stay here forever,we have to move

:i will not leave my home,my family died here,i shall too.

Rich:We have to go.

The boy threw his rifle to rich.

:i'm not leaving

Rich shook his head,the boy's mind was made up.Rich threw the rifle over his shoulder and fastened the strap tightly.He jumped off the roof into a nearby tree and then into the gfarden of the house next door.rich burst through the window of the house and ran for the door.He heard the screams of the boy.

:i'm coming mum,i'm coming dad.i'll be there soon.

Rich kicked open the door and ran down the infested road dodging his slow pursuers.

Rich:May you rest in peace my friend for your life was only short lived.

Rich fired at the scattered undead,he had to reach survivors.He needed to find someone

At 1/27/08 08:33 PM, christmasraptor wrote: ((sorry to be joining so late in the story- hope there's room for another character.))

((er... you guys kind of passed over me. Can I join the story?))

did you make a character description buddy?

At 1/29/08 01:46 AM, Caboose3 wrote:

NG acount:(Caboose3)

Age:(13)

Character Name:(Zach)

Character age:(13) ((P.S I can change my character age if you guys want me too))

Area:(in an abandend naborhood living in a trailer)

Weapons:(My 22 that I got for my birthday and about 5 magizines worth of bullets for it, also my dads revolver,and my dads hunting rifle wich I dont like to use becuse of the heavy recoil)

Appearance:(I stand about 5ft4,I have curly dark hair, green eyes, and I wear just normal old clothes that a 13 year old would wear)

Bio about character:(I am in the school band and I play the trumpet, I am very sensitiveand get lonley easily, when the creatures attacked me and my brother where ar home we had an off day from school my brother was watching tv my mom called and told us to look at the news channel but after that the phone line was cut off, so was the news so my brother went out with my grandfather who leaves next to us to see what was happening.......they havn't returned yet)

((this is really cool what you guys have going so far I have read a lot ofthe story so I decided to apply))

((We usually like to keep the age around 18, such as my character is I think 27 though I'm 13. This means you can defend yourself hand to hand if need be, and had muscle and expirience that can help with their survival, like my character does mideval dueling, meaning he carries 30-45 pound armor over long periods of time, meaning he has high endurence and muscle build. These are things that give the character not only more character but a higher chance of surviving.

But one of the older veterans will tell you if you HAVE to, I just suggest it.

Also can't wait to see your posts.))

Veteran,still makes me feel old.

Yeah Caboose,change the age make the character a bit older maybe add a surname and that should do it.

Just post your new description and we'll see.Everything should be fine

Hearing glass shatter Chaz unlocked the door and climbed throgh the vents. He noticed that 5 zombies just broke the main doors ans were now trying to squeeze in.
"Stupid zombies" Chaz murmered under his breath as he continued on his way. Chaz jumped out of the vent when he got to the teachers lounge and ran for the roof, when he got to the stairs that led to the second floor several zombies were wandering there. They lurched towards him as he swung towards their faces. He charged up the stairs and out onto the roof, locking the door behind him. He started to climb down the pipe when a zombie grabbed his leg.
"Mother Fuck" Chaz screamed out. He shot off two bullets the first one drilling in his leg. He fell through his sunroof and peeled out. He Drove into a barn near wooded area a couple of blocks from the school to check out his wounds.

"Its only in the bone." Chaz said sarcasticly, "Well i guess im staying here tonight."

Ng account: Leivann
Age: 12
Character name: Benjamin Barker
Character age: 28
Area: Abandoned warehouse/old job place
Weapons: 1 Semi-automatic M1 carbine with silencer, one desert eagle with silencer, and one-hand crossbow.
Apperance: 5f. 8in. tall, short brown hair, my face is looks almost always sad, my skin is pale and white, using old army pants, and a white t-shirt where it stand: Kill tha zombies, i am wearing old mountain boots and a thick leather jacket.
Bio: worked for the S.W.A.T team and the police, but when i got a family i stopped working there so i wouldent die and leavy my childre, started working in a warehouse, when the creatures came my family after a lot of fighting became in their ranks, and as that love dissapeard so did my care, i don't care of anyone exept for my self.

NG acount:(Caboose3)
Age:(13)
Character Name:(Zach)
Character age:(20) ((P.S I can change my character age if you guys want me too))
Area:(in an abandend naborhood living in a trailer)
Weapons:(My 22 that I got for my birthday and about 5 magizines worth of bullets for it, also my dads revolver,and my dads hunting rifle)
Appearance:(I stand about 5ft4,I have curly dark hair, green eyes, and I wear just normal old clothes that a 13 year old would wear)
Bio:(about character:(I am in the school band and I play the trumpet, I am very sensitiveand get lonley easily.)

((I can still change it around of you guys want me too I have lot's of ideas!))

At 1/29/08 06:46 PM, Caboose3 wrote: NG acount:(Caboose3)
Age:(13)
Character Name:(Zach)
Character age:(20) ((P.S I can change my character age if you guys want me too))
Area:(in an abandend naborhood living in a trailer)
Weapons:(My 22 that I got for my birthday and about 5 magizines worth of bullets for it, also my dads revolver,and my dads hunting rifle)

Appearance:(I stand about 5ft9,I have curly dark hair, green eyes, and I wear just normal old clothes)
Bio/about character:(I got a schollership for college by playing the trumpet through middle school and high shcool and into college. and I am in my second year.)

((I can still change it around of you guys want me too I have lot's of ideas!))

((Sorry guys for double posting I had to change the bio and my appearance since im going to be 20 instead of 13))

At 1/28/08 08:28 PM, Blue-Dragon wrote: "I'm Nick, that's Mac, Kirk and Andy. And you are?"

((And then there were five. Good to have you back MMK.))

"My name is Duran Volkeff. What the fuck is going on?" Duran asked, looking around at the four man army. "The best zombie movie ever." Andy said, as he handed a simple handgun((As I said, don't know shit about guns)) to him. "I assumed that much when the dogs ran after me when I was in the dump." Duran responded. "What, Duran Volkeff?" Andy said, looking at the new member. "Weren't you the fellow that use to live next to us? The Dodges?" Andy asked, as he looked at his fathers weaponry. "Until my asshole of a wife divorced me, yes. I remember you kids, I would chuck oranges at you." Duran smiled for the first time in the last two hours. "Wait. . where's Emily and Fred?" Duran asked. Andy gained the Forgotten Anniversary look. "Who ever is driving, drive me to my house. Now." Andy said, looking at the others.

((Ug, my schedule is hell.))

((Hey ManMade' I found this site way back in the old story, it will help you with what type of weapon you want this is just the handgun section, up in the top left corner is a drop bar with a selection of, rifles, shotguns, machineguns.....

Also, curse you Chaz, I'm going to have to improvise, if you would like to, find a way to get to my truck, maybe I'll drive by fast, stop and have you get in...I think it over for a while then post.))

((Ok, I'm starting to wonder why I'm not getting any responses here. If you look at my last post, you'll notice that I had found a CB radio on a forklife, and sent out a call over the radio. Is anybody gonna respond, or does nobody have a radio on them?))