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Zombie Abocalypse RP
Zombie Abocalypse RP
Hi! This is a zombie Apocalypse rp. Self explainitory. The rp will start at the beginning of the apocalypse. Only 8 people allowed!
A bit of backstory: The zombies where caused by an experiment involving a radioactive material combined with a dead body of a person. This caused distruction, turned all of the scientists into zombies, and spread the radioactive stuff. The radioactive stuff can sometimes cause mutations and curses.
Another note: I would like people to make their characters unique. Don't have the same old smart, brave, and kind person. Also, don't have the same personality as any other character.
Name: Nettie
Age: 17
Mutation, curse or skill( Like being able to shoot a gun): She has hallucinations, however she is able to carry a machine gun and use it.
Appearance: Short dirty blond hair, dark greenish brown eyes, short in height.
Usually wears: A shirt too big and ripped jeans. Also wears a beanie.
Supplies if any: Backpack with some trail mix and cookies, and a bike.
Personality: Brave, slightly insane, doesn't talk much. Hyper.
Backstory: I dunno.
Now make your character ^^
(Oh and yes; I'm back :3)
submitted by Danie
(December 18, 2015 - 9:05 pm)
(December 18, 2015 - 9:05 pm)
Poppy ~
I show the new people to the rooms, letting them choose as they please, before I head off to Franses and my room. She's already fast asleep on her bed in her pajamas. I lay in my own bed, grab a book, and start to do some late night reading.
Sorry it's short, we just needed something to start this up again. I have a plan.
(January 28, 2016 - 12:46 am)
Guys, I can't do this on my own. Someone post.
(January 28, 2016 - 6:52 pm)
I suppose I'll rp, though it won't be too exciting. I'm not in a really good mood.
Danie~
I growl, my original self screaming at me to shoot them in the face. And my insane self is almost agreeing. Instead, I grin, shrugging at the new three.
"You'll get used to it." I swing the machine gun over my shoulder, slapping Benedict on the back. "I'm Danie. Don't call me anything else."
I slide back into my room, and flop onto the bed.
(January 29, 2016 - 3:37 pm)
~Ren
The new people mutter quietly, l can hear them moving around, before settling in. l, bored, lay on my bed. l don't want to sleep as if this was just like any other day, because it isn't.
Zombie apocalypse. Right here, right now. l can't quite wrap my mind around it. Goal? To survive, obviously, but what beyond that? How long can we keep fighting on, how long can we hide?
l turn this over and over in my mind. How long can we can hold out? Will we be picked off one by one, until we're all.....zombies....Mindless dead. Wandering forever. What is there left, in the future?
(January 31, 2016 - 2:12 am)
Franses~
I wake up in a sweat, sitting up right. Calm down, it was just another bad dream. At first, I'm confused, and then it all hits me. We're in the shelter. The zombie apocalypse started yesterday. It's partly light, due to our nightlight that Poppy gave me to see if it would help my nightmares. Poppy's bed is empty, so it's probably morning. I climb out of bed, put my slippers on, and shuffle to the kitchen.
Everyone's already there, eating pancakes. Poppy looks at me.
"Franses, you look terrible! Don't tell me you had another nightmare last night."
They look at me.
"What nightmares?" Iris asks.
"They're nothing important," I say, shrugging it off, "just bad dreams."
(January 31, 2016 - 5:25 pm)
Danie~
I don't even realize I'm sleeping until I wake up. Yawning, I sleepily open the door out of my room, realizing that mostly everyone is already down there, besides Franses. I stumble down, slunking myself onto a chair.
"Hello Danie!" Poppy greets me cheerfully. "Have some pancakes."
She plops the pancakes on my plate, and despite my old self screeching at me to stop, I quickly devour the food. Wiping my face, I pat the machine gun next to me which I didn't even realize I brought.
Frances suddenly comes toward the table, a fearful look in her eyes slowly disappearing.
"Franses, you look terrible! Don't tell me you had another nightmare last night?" Everyone looks at her, besides me, as I'm still swallowing the pancakes whole. Frances raises a eyebrow at me before looking back at the others.
"What nightmares?" Iris asks, shoving her plate to the middle of the table.
"They're nothing important," she says, shrugging if off. "Just bad dreams." My old self mocked her, and I couldn't help rolling my eyes slightly. Then, out of nowhere, i start jabbering away, my mouth opening back and forth in a constant conversation with itself. I... don't even know what I'm talking about. I see objects, and hear screams, saw a woman fall to the ground in agony. And now i'm on the floor, twitching slightly, my mouth in a slient scream, and my vision darkening until I black out.
***
Hallucinations of her past memories, which she can't remember.
(January 31, 2016 - 11:17 pm)
Poppy ~
"Danie! Are you okay?!"
Danie was just eating her pancakes, then suddenly dropped onto the floor. Most of us rush over to her, examining for injury. Because he's stronger than us, Bendict carries her to her room, where we lie her on her bed to rest. I place an ice pack from the medical center on her head to help her soon to be headache from hitting her head on the floor. I hope she wakes up soon.
We all head back to the kitchen, where I decide to really answer Iris' question.
"You wanted to know about Franses's nightmares, right?"
"Poppy, they're nothing. Really."
"No Franses, they aren't nothing," I turn back to Iris, "she's been having the same nightmare every night for weeks. I first noticed it back when I was doing some early morning cleaning in her room, when she sat straight up, breathing deeply and fast, sweating. That day, she wouldn't leave me alone. It was like she thought something bad would happen to me if I left her sight. She refused to let me go to work without her. Same thing happened the next day. I've tried everything, but her nightmares always return."
"Poppy, it isn't a big deal. It was just a bad dream. Nothing to worry about."
I sigh, knowing that she wouldn't confess the problem to these new people. I'm just worried for her.
Franses ~
I know Poppy just wants to help, but I don't want her to stress over it. I need to do it on my own. I go back to my room to get dressed.
My duffle bag slung over my shoulder, weapons inside, I head out again, a search for more people.
I walk into town, keeping my guard up. I hear a faint moaning sound coming towards me. A zombie. It limps at me. Quickly, I grab a laser gun my dad made from my bag, and shoot it. But there are more coming. I'm going to need a hiding spot. Desperate, I run into a nearby building. It has no zombies in it, so it'll do for now. But then there's a rustling sound.
(February 1, 2016 - 2:30 am)
~Ren
Franses heads out, looking flustered. Poppy mutters something, then goes to go check on Danie. l still am seated at the table, staring at the dishes scattered on the table for no apparent reason. l shake my head, lost in my thoughts, then stand up, going around the table and stacking the dishes up.
l carry and deposit them in the sink.
Thinking of something l look up. "Iris, do you know if there is a radio around here?" l call across the room. l want to know what is happening to the rest of the world.
Iris frowns. "l don't know. We can look."
"Where would they keep one? Supply room?" We poke around for a bit, opening doors, before finding a bin full of electrical equipment. l dump it out of the floor, poking about. Iris peers over my shoulder, curious. "l have no idea if this is what we need, but maybe just maybe, we construct something like a am radio, to pick up radio signals." l explain.
Half an hour later, we have fragile looking thing with a spindly silver antenna sticking out of it. It crackles, a continuous, annoying buzzing sound. "That means it's working!"
Iris looks at me, doubtfully.
"Now all we need is to find a radio station to tune into....." l fiddle with the knobs.
"Emergency broadcast, repeat emergency broadcast....." The few words die into crackles. l frantically mess with the antenna. ".......If you hear this, assume that you are alive." l snort. What kind of a message is that? "The country is in a state of emergency....To all the survivors, we cannot send help at this time. We here wish you the best of luck.....Our hope is with you."
My throat tightens, and without realizing it, tear start to well up in my eyes. "Stay hidden for as long as you can.....we don't know how long it will be until we can reach you.....You are on your own."
"Ren?" Iris looks as if she doesn't know what to do. l take a deep breath, then whirl around. "Find everyone else. They need to hear this." Iris, nods, backing out of the room.
So this is it. We're all alone. How long can we survive? Not forever. Never long enough.
How did l ever find myself here, with a red-haired, eye-patched girl, a trigger-happy and teenager, a young man who knows far more than he ever lets on, a girl who has nightmares, one who is just......strange, and me, able to fly planes and build radios out of seemingly nothing. We're not the best lot cut out to survive anything togather, least of all a zombie apocalypse.
(February 7, 2016 - 1:21 am)
~Ren
Franses heads out, looking flustered. Poppy mutters something, then goes to go check on Danie. l still am seated at the table, staring at the dishes scattered on the table for no apparent reason. l shake my head, lost in my thoughts, then stand up, going around the table and stacking the dishes up.
l carry and deposit them in the sink.
Thinking of something l look up. "Iris, do you know if there is a radio around here?" l call across the room. l want to know what is happening to the rest of the world.
Iris frowns. "l don't know. We can look."
"Where would they keep one? Supply room?" We poke around for a bit, opening doors, before finding a bin full of electrical equipment. l dump it out of the floor, poking about. Iris peers over my shoulder, curious. "l have no idea if this is what we need, but maybe just maybe, we construct something like a am radio, to pick up radio signals." l explain.
Half an hour later, we have fragile looking thing with a spindly silver antenna sticking out of it. It crackles, a continuous, annoying buzzing sound. "That means it's working!"
Iris looks at me, doubtfully.
"Now all we need is to find a radio station to tune into....." l fiddle with the knobs.
"Emergency broadcast, repeat emergency broadcast....." The few words die into crackles. l frantically mess with the antenna. ".......If you hear this, assume that you are alive." l snort. What kind of a message is that? "The country is in a state of emergency....To all the survivors, we cannot send help at this time. We here wish you the best of luck.....Our hope is with you."
My throat tightens, and without realizing it, tear start to well up in my eyes. "Stay hidden for as long as you can.....we don't know how long it will be until we can reach you.....You are on your own."
"Ren?" Iris looks as if she doesn't know what to do. l take a deep breath, then whirl around. "Find everyone else. They need to hear this." Iris, nods, backing out of the room.
So this is it. We're all alone. How long can we survive? Not forever. Never long enough.
How did l ever find myself here, with a red-haired, eye-patched girl, a trigger-happy and teenager, a young man who knows far more than he ever lets on, a girl who has nightmares, one who is just......strange, and me, able to fly planes and build radios out of seemingly nothing. We're not the best lot cut out to survive anything togather, least of all a zombie apocalypse.
(February 7, 2016 - 1:21 am)
Sorry I haven't posted! Could I jump in here? What's going on exactly?
(February 1, 2016 - 12:28 pm)
I forgot, which character are you?
(February 1, 2016 - 6:31 pm)
I'm the one with the really exotic name. Jim Coleman! Sounds a bit Genevian, doesn't it? ;)
(February 2, 2016 - 12:25 pm)
Maybe he could find the hollow tree. I have a plan for him and a certain sixteen year old cook, if you're OK with that.
(February 2, 2016 - 5:42 pm)
Anyone going to post?
(February 3, 2016 - 1:41 pm)
Hoi!
(February 8, 2016 - 10:09 pm)