Iris~

It all starts during fifth period math.

I was sleeping with my eyes open, listening to the teacher talk about who-knows-what and not catching anyone's eye, when I heard a strange moan from below. Sitting by the window, I turn and stare out to the front of the school.

"Oh great Saint Patrick!" I scream, making everyone stare. A few people laugh-- all right, the things I say may be funny. I pick them up from the books I read when I have nothing else to do-- which is a lot of the time.

"Now, what would make you utter such a blasephmous incantation and distrupt my class, Iris?" asks the teacher, a middle-aged man.

"Sir," I gasp, "You may not believe me, but... there are zombies outside the school."

As I expected, the class starts laughing. Even the math teacher gives a dry chuckle. "Okay then Iris, let's check."

I've had a few of these episodes before. Having studied emergency manuals very carefully in my spare time, I can recognize many possible threats. Last time, it was radioactive fish. This time, it's real radioactive humans.

"Oh, sweet mother of--!" the math teacher screams. "Let me alert the principal!"
He dials the number on the classroom phone and speaks urgently into the mouthpiece. Almost instantly, the loudspeaker crackles.

"Attention, students. We are on lockdown, I repeat we are on lockdown. Teachers, please escort your children to the emergency shelters beneath the building. AND LOCK THE DOORS! AND WINDOWS! ALL OF THEM!"

The class jumps. They've never heard the principal panic on the loudspeaker-- well, neither have I, really. The math teacher is already at the door. "Well? Come on, class, what are you waiting for?"
We scramble out of our seats and practically run out of the classroom. We're on the top floor; it's a long way down. I'm trying to figure out if this is an advantage or not when the principal screams, "They've broken down the door! They've broken down the door!"

I break away from the class and tear down a side exit, wishing badly that I had my backpack with me. It's an emergency all-purpose backpack and I bring it with me everywhere. How could I have forgotten it?
Well, it's too late, I tell myself. And too risky to go back-- what if they've broken the windows or something? I sprint down to the bottom floor and wrench open my locker. Nothing of value, really-- my coat is the only thing that might come in useful. I grab it and race out the back, hoping the zombies won't notice me. They do.

Luckily, it isn't far to my house. I have about a minute when I get inside, I calculate, so I gulp down a glass of water, scoop up my dog, and exit through the basement storm doors. It would be a perfect hideaway except there's no protection on the stairs.

And I'm off, racing through the streets. A part of me knows it's impossible to loose the zombies-- they're most likely everywhere-- but I have to hope. I reach an old abandoned part of down and stand there to catch my breath. Lots of metal-- good. I find a promising tornado cellar-- whoever lived there must have been as paranoid as I am-- and slip into it. I know I've trapped myself, but hopefully the zombies won't be able to get through the doors.

Instead, I'll slowly starve to death.

-Fahrenheit (Three Hours after Parent Death) 

Hi. I'm Fahrenheit. Once I was Dee. Short explanation of my life: My parents are zombies and my house is on fire. I'm out here, stupidly, trying to save as many people as I can with a flamethrower off eBay and bootleg C4. So far I happen to be doing well. It seems that the school is surrounded by zombies. Rushing in with my makeshift weapon blazing, I immediately pull out. There's too many. I don't know if I can save them all. But there's always a reason to try. "FOR THE LOBSTERS!" I scream for no particular reason. It's chaos in seconds, but I'm having fun! Why not have a festive little rampage? Fire's where I'm comfortable. 

@Leafmist 

Great idea! Maybe in your next post? Or I could introduce them? 

@Hacker D.- you can introduce him if you want! =)

Sorry for the poorly written short post. I was very tired and didn't have much time to write.

Danie~

I blink open my eyes, and realize I'm lying in someone's arms. I tumble out, grabbing my machine gun and reloading it. I start to aim it when I realize the girl wasn't a zombie. I aim it, instead, at the soon increasing amount of zombies.

"We got to go," the girl said, jumping up. I would make a snarky comment, but... but something seems wrong. I laugh instead, somehow enjoying shooting the zombies. We run, me still shooting behind me.

"What's your name?" the girl asks, looking at me. I study her, and realize she's older then me. She has some injuries, but despite this, she seems to not care. I realize I'm staring, but I also don't care.

"Danie," is all I say. She nods.

"I'm Ren." I smirk at her, and continue shooting behind me.

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I hope I didn't control your character. You can change whatever you want! 

~Aleen~

Tears streaming down my face, I unsteadily stand, stumbling and swaying in the moving tram. There are few people in the tram, just an aging man, and a guy listening to music and swinging his head violently up and down in time with the beat.

I walk up to the elderly man and gently tap him on the shoulder. He turns and for a moment I think I see a flash of green where his skin should be, like a rash spreading outward, slowly infecting all of him until he's one of them... but it's just a flash of stunning green eyes. Like Harry Potter's I think.

"Yes?" he asks, smiling kindly, revealing smile crinkles.

"The zombie apocolypse has started," I say, panic welling within me.

"Yes, I know," he says, surprising me.

"Really?" I say, a bit disoriented. Since when did he A) know that and B) be entirely deviod of panic.

"Yes," he says, evenly. "I noticed a zombie over there just as you were coming over."

"Oh," I say. "Oh dear."

"Yes. Go get that boy over there to take out his headphones will you?"

I shake the boy a couple of times before he moves. Grumpy at a complete stranger shaking him without reason he starts swearing at me.

"SHUT UP OR I'LL THROW YOU TO THE ZOMBIES!" I yell at him.

"What?" he says, with a completely blank face. Instead of making me laugh I feel a strange sensation like a tongue touching the place where a tooth used to be but fell out, marveling at the strange sense of tender, bleeding flesh, where hard smooth tooth used to be. 

"THE ZOMBIES!" I say, panting a bit. "The zombie apocolypse has started."

"  ", He says, his mouth opening and closing slowly 

From his spot in the seat, Harry Potter says loudly, "First of all, we need to close all doors as best possible."

"We can't really do that; they open on when pushed-" I say.

"Tie them together with rope, or shoelaces or something," the guy says, already pulling his shoelaces out of his shoes and tying two doors together as best possible. There are two pairs of doors on each side; I grab the other shoelace and tie together the two handles on the other pair of doors.

Shoelaces won't hold out zombies, I think, feeling panic welling within me. 

"Ok, ok. What supplies do we have?" the other guy says.

"I have a knife but I don't know if that's any help about zombies," I say, rummaging through my bag and pulling out the knife. "I have this fencing suit stuff that might make it harder for zombie to bite you, it's pretty durable. I also have a jacket and a lunch."

"I have a wallet with some cash in it, these clothes, and a cane," Harry Potter says.

"I have this phone, earbuds, twenty dollars and a pocket knife," Teenage Guy says.

"Ok... brown eyes girl-"

"Aleen," I cut in.

"Aleen," he amends. "You should probably put on your fencing suit thingy over your other clothes. Now, we don't actually KNOW anything about zombies because all we have is a bunch of people who thought it up for movies, but try to cover up as much as possible."

I pull out my fencing suit and quickly pull on the bulky, ugly old thing. It'll be really annoying to wear this but if it means I survive I'm ok with that.

After putting it on I ask if there's anything else we can do.

"I don't know... I don't know if there's anything else we can even do," the older guy says. "For all we know we're going to the center of the zombie apocolypse."

I shake my head. My eyes are finally dry but feel red and raw, like I might cry again. I take a deep breath. "No- we're going away from it. I-I got a call."

The teenage boy gives me an awkward half hug.

"You're a lot nicer than the guys at my school," I mumble.

"You're a lot less prissy than the girls at my school. I'd be all for dating you if it wasn't the zombie apocalypse."

I give him a weak half smile. "Yea... now may not be the best time."

"I'm Stephen Moody," he says, staring out the window. 

"I'm Daniel King," the elderly guy says, giving us both a smile.

I give them both a smile, but it doesn't feel right. I'm jittery and nervous... I never was the best at keeping a cool head and this is just so much more important than anything else. I'm numb right now but I'm worried at some point if I think too much about the entire thing I'll break down into tears, so whenever my mind wanders to my dad and brother, I try to steer it away. But their faces just keep on popping back up, over and over and over again, making me want to cry...  

Question, could Buggy join? She would be using one of my characters if she can. She just had no WiFi when this RP was introduced, so she didn't know about it until it was too late. 

Ellie~

I run through the woods, and eventually come to a clearing. Far in the distance, there is a school, and it is... on fire? Oh no. I hope the zombies haven't started attacking schools. I mean, it's a completly normal day, zombie apocalypse set aside. I run toward the school. There's probably some kids still in there. It's a long shot, but I might be able to save them. That sounds really heroic. I'm no hero, but I don't like to stand by and watch kids die. I don't think anybody does. I keep running toward the school. When I reach it, there are a bunch of zombies surrounding the building. I pull a pistol and a knife (I think I forot to mention that those are Ellie's weapons) out of my backpack and run inside. The sprinklers are running full force, but doing little. There are lots of zombies inside, but no kids. That's good. The zombies walk toward me. This is the first time I have seen one in action. They don't look like the zombies you might see on tv. They look like normal people, but thier skin is cold and pale, and thier eyes sort of roll back in thier heads. They slouch over, thhier arms flapping at thier sides. I know that since I'm radioactive, I am immune to that danger that the zombies pose, and I ALSO know that I am far  stronger than the zombies. That would be thier only way that they could kill me, with brute strength. But they don't look very strong. They might have been, in thier first life, but death and radiation had made them weak. I grip the dagger in my hand, ready to throw it at the zombie, when a kid with a flamethrower sets the zombie on fire. He collapses, and the kid cackles and sets a couple more on fire. Once the small gang of zombies falls to the ground, the kid stops and stares at me, as if he didn't see me before. 

"What's your name?" I ask. He looks at me for a minute with a confused expression on his face, then says,

"I'm Fahrenheit. Who are you?"

"I'm Ellie," I say. Fahrenheit is short and skinny, with red hair and a few gashes on his face and arms. He's wearing a scorched black suit full of holes, and smoking at the corner. His red hair is messy and tangled. I look down at my scorched green tank top, frayed shorts, and dirty combat boots. We could both use some new clothes. "Um," I start. "Do you know where all the zombies came from?"

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@Hacker D- I didn't know what Fahrenheit would do. I hope this introduction between him and Ellie was okay! If not, let me know and I will change it.

Misty says tuad. Huh? What in the world does that mean? 

Name: Ethan

Age: 10

Skill, curse, or mutation: Not affected from radiation

Appearance: Flip style hair, Brown eyes

Wears: grey T-shirt, light grey pants with small rip in left leg

Supplies: Flashlight, Canned soup,water, cereal, AKA 47.

Personality: Enthusiastic

Backstory: After the zombies hit Chicago, my family knew we had to move out. Then 4 days after, it hit Minneapolis. My brother, mom, dad, grandma are locked in the bunker. I got locked out of it at the last second... To be continued. 

Hi. Until Buggy posts, I'll just be Poppy.

Poppy ~

I'm really worried. Franses hasn't been this tense and serious since, well, I can't remember the last time she was serious. The shelter is also going to be really empty until we can find any other humans. But this shelter has everything! A garden, a large kitchen, a large bath area for both genders, multiple living quarters, a doctor office with medical supplies (that's useless till we find a doctor),  a training ground, and even an area for bees! I gaze into the bee keeping area.

"Hey Franses, wear are the honey jars and bee keeping suits?"

"In the closet near the room. Couldn't it bee more obvious?"

No matter how much I hate puns, I'm glad the old Franses is back.

~Ren

She's rather strange, this Danie is. She doesn't seemed bothered by the fact that there are hoards of zombies and we're running for our lives. In fact, I might say that she was actually enjoying it. 

I wince as a zombie hits the ground with a thud, accompanied by Danie's laugh. That is really quite unnerving. 

"We can't run forever," I point out, starting to run out of breath as the trees of the forest flash by. "We need to find somewhere to hide." Danie nods, still shooting at the zombies but more carefully. I'm guessing that she is running out of ammunition. 

"Well? Any suggestions? l don't know the lay of the land." 

Danie shrugs. "l believe this is only a strip of trees; if l remember right it ends at another road."

"We could outrun them then, being faster then the zombies," I suggest, nervously glancing back at them. 

How can we stop them?

Benedict- (I probably will be switching from first to third person for this character to find out which one works best...)

The street, and for all knew the whole city was like a ghost town, no one in sight except a few people scurrying here and there. Maybe there was more action up town. What had happened? Where did all the people go?

l see an old man as l start up the street, almost panicking a bit at the lack of people and then his sudden appearance. His back was facing me as Iwalked up to him. The way he was standing still, almost as if he wasn't breathing, was too strange to walk past. "Hello?" I reach out a hand to tap him on the shoulder. 

The man turns, slowly, staggeringly. l draw back my hand as I see his face. His skin a greenish tint, his eyes vacant and dead, his mouth open in a strange gape. Zombie. I step back, even though my mind first reaction to to run far and fast, away from here. 

I feel the cold radiating from it as its hand nearly touches my skin. And then I jerk away, leaping into a run. 

I need to think. I need a plan. I can't run forever. I need to find somewhere to hide. To the upper part of the city. There is safety in numbers. If anyone is to survive they need to stick together. I realize that, but I don't like it. People are complicated.