"How did it happen?"

Nobody left knows. The living dead are taking over the world, killing without thinking, leaving the world nearly void of any life. At least that is how it feels to Remy, a cop who worked out of LA when the outbreak started. He was nothing but a rookie. Only twenty-one, barely old enough to be part of the police academy. Now he is fighting for his life. Along the way, he meets a group of people who become like family to him and there is one he is really drawn to over the course of his journey. Read as they travel, trying to find more survivors and a place they can finally be safe. Does a place like that even exist?

This story contains: Zombie related blood, gore. Graphic scenes of horror and death. Secondary romance plot that could be gay, straight or lesbian, depending on what the characters decide they want. I don't promise a happy ending, though the characters might be tricked into thinking they are getting one. I guess we will have to role play to find out what happens.


This is actually the premise for a novel I'm writing, but for one reason or another, I decided to put the project on hiatus. I think the plot itself could be a decent role play.

In this role play we will play several characters, male and female, of all sexuality, various ages. Only ask to join if you are open minded, mature and over 18. High casual writing to advanced. At least 3+ paragraphs. No one liners or one paragraphs.

My characters are:
Male: Jeremy "Remy" age 21
Female: Olivia age 13
Female: Joey age 17
Male: Gideon age 31

My partner will pick four characters to start off. The characters won't all show up at once.

New characters will surely come and go as the role play progresses. Zombies are of course NPC. The 8 main characters can not be killed off until we decide and agree to kill any of them.

There are three strains of the virus. Slow zombie, fast zombie and stupid zombie (the zombie does not react at all unless you are practically on top of it) Zombies in this story can only infect someone else if they break your skin through bites or scratches, or if you get their fluids in your mouth, eyes (in your bloodstream). You can amputate a bitten arm or leg to save a person from turning in this story. Animals can be infected.

Any other questions, please ask in this thread. I want it to be 1x1.

(Won't be able to actually role play for another day or so. I've got a major migraine (yuck) and a job interview, so I might be starting a new job. Once I start role playing, I try to post once a day, but sometimes it could be every other day. I might have days where I can reply several times.)

Sample of the part of the first post:

Before all this started, Remy had been a rookie cop with The LAPD, West Bureau, Pacific Division. He had only ever been on a serious case two times that involved shooting his gun. Around him, the forest was deadly silent, save for a few whistling birds that were up high in the treetops. He walked through them, looking for the town he knew was nearby.

What he had just stumbled upon reminded him of a gruesome movie; something he would never imagine seeing for real, even in his line of work. On the forest floor, lay three rotted bodies of adults and two children, a boy and a girl. The man had obviously been turned somehow. His face was distorted, nose smashed in, one ear missing and long trails of blood going down his cheeks.

On closer inspection, he realized those blood trails were deep claw marks.

Had the man done it to himself or had one of his companions done it while fighting for their life? The man looked like he was in his 40s. He had a fit body, seen through the tattered and bloody clothes he wore. His skin had the sickly pale, almost green/yellow look some of the creatures took on. The bulging of his eyes would have made a man with a weak stomach puke in the bushes. Both were popped out, hanging by only a thin strand of tissue. One was half deflated, blood and ooze dripping from it.

The world has changed..

When he saw the news on the television, he hadn't believed it at first. That had been several months ago and somehow he was still alive. He no longer considered himself a rookie, though. He was just a freelance guy, trying to make it in a world gone mad. The blood and grime on the corpse's face almost matched the amount that clung to the cop's face.

Subconsciously, he started to pick at the blood on his face, being reminded of how he needed to wash soon or he would attract unwanted attention.

Looking at the next body, he sighed. It was a lady. She did not look like she had turned. She was young, not much older than him. Her red hair laid around her head almost like a halo. She was nearly in perfect condition. He bent down on his knees and looked closer. What had killed her? This was when he realized she was not a redhead at all. The red he had mistaken for her hair was her blonde locks soaked through with blood. He gently nudged her to the side and sure enough she had a bullet wound in the back of her skull. The whole back of her head was completely gone, leaving a gaping hole that her mass of blood soaked curls hid.

((So yeah, blood and gore descriptions warning ))

Still open, might consider a small group. 4 max.

[Closed, moved to Casual group section]