Dawn of the dead thread...

[Dream Evil]

Name: Devin Keeler

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearence: I'm the only one to use a picture.

Personality: He's closed off and introverted, but in no way a bad guy. He'll put his life on the line for an innocent man, woman, child or animal. But his flip-side is that he possesses a horrible spite, he'll exact revenge in a very cruel manner.
(sorry if this seems a bit ambiguous, I'll flesh it out more during the RP

Weapons: Tough as nails softball bat (Metal bat, basically) and a Standard police issue Glock and three spare magazines (which he pilfered from a corpse)

Background: *I'll flesh that out through the RP*

Professions: *I don't think it matters entirely*

Ic:

This world stinks, it stinks of death, Devin reveled to himself grimly. His eyes spoke of volumes of sadness and fatigue.
Although his body was pumped on adrenaline, he knew that once he came down, he'd need some sleep.
His dark visage against the cool morning mist said it all. If anyone were to come closer to him, they would see just how grim he looked, a softball bat clasped tightly in one hand - covered in blood - and an M9 strapped to his hip.
He hadn't used the gun, he hadn't met with much resistance.

He stared down the street, he saw what he thought was a young girl...and a jeep racing toward her.
Devin seized the moment. He didn't have to think, he raced to the girl, scooping her up and out of harms way, the jeep sped off, not caring for them any longer.

When the girl and the dog were clear, Devin was about to get up to check on her.
Please don't be a a zombie! Was all he could think right now.
But he soon realized, he would have to worry more about the dog than the girl as it now tore into his right arm, ripping the sleeve of his leather jacket.
"Goddammit! Get this fucking thing off me!" He yelled out in a gruff voice, uncaring as to whether his "naughty words" profaned the little girl's ears...he'd make up for it if she helped him survive her dog's attack.

[MrToe]

Raiko was doing what he does best... hiding in yet another Dumpster. He come to realise that the smell would over power his own, therefore the Zombies would never know where he was.

The Dumpster was situated in an alleyway behind a Grocery store, out of harms way, well, aslong as he didn't let it follow him.

He could hear what he could only believe to be a Jeep, reving it's loud engine. Moments later, a Dog was barking ferociously, while a man was yelling and screaming in pain.

"What the!?" Raiko said to himself, as he lifted up the lid on the Dumpster, and climbed out. He Had his 9mm attached to his right side, which was held up only by duct tape... plenty of it. In his left pocket, he had his Grenade, which he strangely found in one of the Dumpsters he had slept in.

Raiko ran out of the alleyway, and towards the sound of the Dog ripping into clothes. Raiko got round the street corner, where he saw a little girl, no older than 9 years old, watching a dog attack a man. "Holy Crap!" Raiko yelled, as he raised his Pistol, and ran towards the scene.

[Manda-Panda]

Maddy yelped and clenched onto her stuffed rabbit whenever someone randomly grabbed her from behind. From her tiny lungs a blood curdling scream emitted. It was quite clear that she thought she was going to be eaten by a zombie. She brought her feet off the ground, making it easier for the man to carry her even further. Her little body was curled tightly, and she was also shaking.

Then…with a loud menacing bark and growl Jazz, the large German Shepard and Saint Bernard mix, tore into the mans arm. "Goddammit! Get this fucking thing off me!" Madison had never been so happy to hear someone cuss. He was speaking, which meant he had a brain, which meant he hadn’t been turned into a zombie.

Picking up her pink bunny, which had been knocked from her grasp, she brushed it off casually and then turned in a too non-chalant manner towards her dog and her savior. “Jazz!” The dog paused with the rapid shaking of his head, and with his teeth still clenched onto the mans arm he peered up at the little girl with perfect obedience. “Sit.” She moved her hand to the ground, and instantly the dog let go of the man and sat down…his tail beginning to wag.

Madison turned her head just in time to see another man, holding a gun towards Jazz and running towards them. “No! He’s my dog!” Instantly the little girl burst into sobbing tears, and she pounced onto her over-sized stranger-vicious dog. “He let go! Don’t shoot him!” She was frantic, and her breathing was getting rougher. Was she going to have a panic attack?

[Dargomethe]

Karek panted heavily, he had managed to make it to make it to an alleyway and had escaped the zombies. "Damn... this is too small to do any damage any... damn that's a big dog." he suddenly shifted focus when he saw a small girl controlling a large dog. "Please tell me you kind folks are all human." he said loudly, trying to attract attention...

[MrToe]

While sprinting with his gun pointed at the dog, Raiko watched as the little girl commanded it to stop, and sit down. "Oh, it was her dog all along" He muttered to himself.

“He let go! Don’t shoot him!”

Raiko put his gun into his pocket, since he would now have to find some more duct tape to hold it onto his side. He ran up to the girl, coutiously, to avoid being attack by the dog.

"Are you ok there darling?" He asked the little girl, in a sweet voice... the sweetest voice he could do anyway, since he isn't the most gental person in the world, he's more used to taking the piss out people, not helping them.

He then looked at the man who had been attacked. "Need a hand there buddy?" he said, as he bursted out a little laugh.

[Dargomethe]

Karek had decided he hadn't been noticed, he gritted his teeth, "OY! Are you alive or dead!" he roared, slamming the remains of his now battered street sign into the wall and reaching inside his jacket, he had just remembered his guns, wouldn't have helped him much in the mob anyway though...

[toastedted]

Name: Ted Manning
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearence:
Personality: Likes to be alone but stays with others when he needs to in order to stay alive.
Weapons: M-4 Assault rifle "3 clips", Tactical 500 Shotgun "20 slugs", Glock 18 handgun "2 clips", Mace, Taser, and a knife.
Other Equipment: Handcuffs and a flashlight... Currently driving squad car.
Background: Ted is fresh out of the Police Academy and was transfered to his new job at the DPD (Dallas Police Department) when the outbreak occured. He was called to a disturbing the peace call with his partner when he first came in run with an infected. The zombie bit his partner and Ted drove off after "killing" the zombie.
Professions: Police Officer

[toastedted]

Ted was driving down Orange ave. in his squad car when a jeep came speeding into view, Ted's first reaction was to pull him over and than truth sank in. He remembered that it didnt matter anymore and the world was basically at an end. The jeep kept coming and started to turn but Ted noticed the car was going way to fast and it flipped making the turn. Ted was about to stop and ask for help but he saw what the jeep had crashed into.....a gas station and hordes of zombies came out and engulfed the car in seconds. Ted didnt look back after that and continued on down the road when he notices a pack of 4 or 5 peoples on the sidewalk. First reaction was to jeep going but he saw the little girl and he saw that they were all human. Ted stopped his squad car alongside and rolled down the window. "Hey folks, umm I hate to be pushy but ya'll want a ride to Galveston? They say on my radio that they have safe havens there so Im headed that way and well looks like ya'll wont make it far on feet so heres your lucky day." Ted smiled but at the same time unlocked and unholstered his pistol from his belt after he saw the guns in there hands...he was just making sure and plus he did it ou tof view so it wouldnt scare them.

[Gelal The Damned]

"HELP!" Roared a bony scientist, shots firing from his gun to find there homes in random places, scatterd shot missing zombies by yards. He was a horrible aim when running. People were gatherd on the sidewalk, talking to a police officer. This was his lucky day.

Fast legs didnt aid him from the zombies coming at him from behind just as fast. Twelve more feet He screamed in his head. He just couldnt make it. Cold hands wrapped around his legs, two zombies pouncing on him, snarling, ripping clothes. "HELLLP!" He screeched at the people, firing his gun in the air, still to no avail at hitting and zombies.

[Dream Evil]

"Damn it! We're alive, get the fuck over here!" Devin growled as he removed his jacket to inspect the dog's bite marks.
He got lucky this time, if it were one of those flesh-eaters, he'd be screwed.

"And you, gun-toter...if you got any more of that duct-tape I'd be much obliged to use some."

That's when the police man made his entrance. Devin knew he'd heard that voice somewhere.
Then when he saw the face, he knew who it was. "Oh damn..." It was Ted Manning, the officer had made a bust on him a few times, but luckily Devin had played his way out.
But would his old, crime-ridden life come into play now.
Screw it...our slates are all clean...we survive now.
"Hey there Ted...Yeah, I'm sure we could all use a ride, how about takin' us somewhere that we can arm ourselves, I'm sure any gun-store has a smorgasboard of cannons, how about your old precinct?"

Devin was never a good man, not in his life...but now he saw, years of hurting people and now this happened. Though he knew it didn't happen to just him, but now that his life was changed, he made a pact with himself to maybe let some people go unharmed, with his help or without it.