[CHAR] Dead Zone : A Zombie Survival Roleplay [Open and Accepting]

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Character Sheet -

Name: What they were named at birth, or what they tell other people in any case.
Age: How old are they? Remember, young characters are generally inexperienced but full of energy and in great health. Older characters should be more experienced, but what kind of toll have the years taken on them?
Sex: Say "yes please" and I swear on all that's holy I'll cut you.

Personality: Strengths and flaws please. Nobody's perfect, but everyone has that trait or set of traits that gives them an edge under the right circumstances.

Physical Description: I would prefer a description to a picture, please

Weapons/Equipment: Don't be OP (AKA, don't havea satchel of Dynamite, unless you have a damn good reason for it)

History: What made your character the person they are? Or were, maybe.

Life after the outbreak: How have they survived in the city for the last month? What effect has it had on your character? Make sure it leads up to where and who they are now.

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Name: Jason Crowley. Also goes by just "Jay"

Age: 20 Years old.

Sex: Male

Personality: Jason is sort of just your average, everyday guy. He doesn't specifically have any unique survival skills. Unless of course, you count having a large knowledge of horror and action films. Jason learned almost everything he knows about how to survive from movies, and uses it to his advantage, which is how he survived the first month in the first place. He is not the type to speak out and be a leader, but he definitely knows how to give a helping hand at any time. He will risk his life to help someone that is worth saving.

Physical Description: Jason stands at 6'1", with short, dark brown, wavy hair. He is in generally good shape, and can run pretty fast to get out of somewhere in a pinch if needed. Jason wears a white t shirt, and a brown coat over that, that is sort of baggy, but has pockets to store things if needed. He also wears a pair of black, fitted jeans, with a few holes, and some black sneakers. He wears a backpack on his back, that can carry his ammo, food, and weapons.

Weapons/Equipment: Jason carries a pump-action shotgun on him, but only about 16 shells, until of course, he can find more. He also carries a fire-axe from his apartment building. And of course he has a small amount of food and water in his backpack.

History: Jason has usually just been his own person for his whole life. He goes to work, comes home, and watches his movies, which he has a large obsession with. He knows a lot of things about movies, and uses it to his advantage to survive. He lives alone in his apartment, with his movie collection, and many memorabilia from said movies. Jason was never a huge fighter, but keeps himself in shape, to be able to do whatever it is that he has to do at work. Jason knows the near streets pretty well, and can find his way around the near city area when he has to.

Life after the outbreak: For the first few days, Jason kept himself locked up inside of his apartment, guarding his door with a fire-axe he took from the hallway. Hearing knocks on the door, and screaming outside, he isolated himself for a while. Jason, a big movie buff, didn't believe all of this at first, until he saw the news reporter and camera man devoured on live television. Instead of going to the quarantine zone as instructed, Jason locked himself up in his apartment. About two weeks later, he had to fight off a few undead that broke down his door. He killed them, gathered supplies, and went to the roof, where he locked the door. On his way up, he found a police officer zombie, who still had his shotgun on him. Jason took it, and all the shells the officer had, and went to the roof.
It has now been approximately 1 month, but more like 35 days, since the outbreak, and it is time for him to go get more supplies.

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Abel O'Connell

Picture of Abel

Abel's H&K 45

Abel's Glock

Abel's Knife

Name: Abel O'Connell
Age: 23
Sex: Male

Personality: Abel is still figuring himself out. He's a nice enough guy, really. He's honest, patient, thoughtful, perceptive, witty and has a kind heart. Unfortunately he grew up in a place where an open heart would have been a closed coffin and so the years have somewhat numbed him to his own goodness. This ignorance of himself has made him difficult to understand or like and despite all his good qualities he tends to have a somewhat cold and awkward air about him. He has a terrible habit of acting defeatist and is all too ready to consider his attitude correct when things go badly. That said he's a grinder, he doesn't see the point in constantly talking about how shit things are, he'd much rather just march through it and distance himself from the stink. Finally, he's far too logical, often at the expense of all emotion.

Physical Description: Abel is about 5'10 and of average weight for his height. He's not slender or chubby but he's not all that athletic either. His muscles have some bulk to them, but it's only what he has naturally, he didn't exercise regularly before the outbreak. Some would consider him decent looking in the conventional way with his narrow blue eyes and strong square jaw. He has dirty blond hair that's short yet messy and a weeks growth on his face.

Currently he's wearing a black leather jacket with yellow stripes that run from the shoulders down the arms, a black t-shirt, regular fit dark blue jeans (with a black belt) and black hiking boots. He also carries a courier bag for the few supplies he has.

Weapons/Equipment: Abel currently has two weapons. The first one is a Glock 17 handgun with 16 rounds left in the magazine. He typically keeps this tucked into his belt, just left of his midsection. The other is a carbon steel combat knife that hangs from his left hip in it's sheathe. In his courier bag he has a few tins of canned food, two bottles of water, only one of which is full, a couple of lighters, a battery powered flash-light and a novel; 'A Brief History of Seven Killings'.

History: Abel was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Living with his dad, mom and older brother in a trailer. His father worked long hours as a security guard in a local Walmart and his mom, unable to find part time work around the hours she needed to take care of her sons stayed a stay-at-home mom. She was great at her job, installing every good trait she could into her sons. She didn't stress education too much, but taught them that knowledge itself was very important. Abel was an intelligent child thanks to his mom's gifted parenting, growing to love reading and even willingly going to a pan-African Saturday school simply because his best friend's mom made her son go.

Despite doing very well at school Abel dropped out completely at fourteen, right after his mom got breast cancer. This hurt the kid, badly. He couldn't focus in school and he found himself irritable during almost all recreational activities. He drifted away from all but his best friend and found himself resentful of his brother who seemed to react to his mothers cancer by staying out and getting into even more trouble than he previously had. When she died he was heartbroken and withdraw almost completely into himself. His father tried to make him go back to school after a few weeks but he refused, going to the library instead whenever his father forced him to leave the trailer.

After several months he began to heal a little bit, growing closer to his brother and reading for fun as well as the pursuit of knowledge again. His father made it so he could legally be home schooled, but as he couldn't afford not to work everyday this basically meant Abel had to educate himself, which he was more than happy to do. Until he was eighteen nothing much else happened. He read a lot, he got into games, he watched TV shows, occasionally did some labouring work for some of his dads friends and very rarely was forced into a house party by one of his few friends.

Unfortunately his life was once again changed forever when his brother was shot. It wasn't over anything all that dramatic. His brother did dumb things, sure. He stole cars, got into petty fights and committed the occasional robbery. He wasn't shot for any of that however, he was shot for stepping on someone's shoe in a club and telling them to go fuck themselves when they demanded an apology. This isn't what changed his life however, his brother was fine after some recuperation. A few months later Abel was at one of the house parties he was forced into on occasion when he heard a kid bragging about shooting a white boy in the same club Abel's own brother was shot in. Laughing about how he thought he was tough until he saw the .38. Abel had never been a violent person and had only been in a few physical conflicts in his lifetime, despite them being extremely common in his area. Hearing this kid laughing about almost shattering his family though, something came over him. He went into the houses kitchen and retrieved a sharp knife before confronting the braggart and asking him whether the kid he shot looked anything like himself. As the realization dawned on the kid he quickly reached for his waistband, but the guns grip was under his hoody and the blade entered his chest before his hand could touch his weapon. There were screams and until the court trial Abel wasn't sure how many times he stabbed the kid. Three times, apparently.

In a kind of fog he walked to the police station that night and handed himself in. For his cooperation and plead of guilty he only received six years with the possibility of parole in three. For the conviction of grievous bodily harm, which could have easily been attempted murder, this sentence was quite generous, but the judge told him he couldn't go any easier because he had taken the law into his own hands and that would always be a very dangerous precedent.

It may sound obvious, but Abel hated prison. He had always been a loner, but for the first time in his life he felt true, wounding loneliness in prison. He kept his head down, read a ton of books, exercised semi-regularly and took part in a book club. He made a couple of friends due to his love of books and relatively diverse wealth of knowledge and had something akin to fun discussing philosophy with some some-what like minded inmates. Despite his activities his incarceration still passed painfully slow. Thankfully he got parole after his first meeting and was a free man soon after his 21st birthday.

He enjoyed his freedom, but his time inside hadn't just stolen time from him it seemed. He found himself completely unemployable. It was hard enough for regular people to find steady work in Detroit at the time, let alone an ex-convict with a violent crime stained into his name. Despite this he sent out applications almost constantly for several months, growing all the more desperate in the mean time. His brother let him stay with him when he decided to move out of his fathers trailer, feeling guilty for not being able to pay his way. Reluctantly he soon accepted the work his brother offered him and began 'delivering packages' around Detroit. It paid pretty well, and despite it hurting Abel's spirit he didn't have the energy to pursue anything else. Eventually drugs lead to what they always lead to. Violence and desperation. He had began making riskier deliveries, dropping off payments and picking up packages as well as the more simple fiend deliveries. For this riskier job his brother gave him one of his spare handguns, a Glock 17. Of course he ended up having to use it.

During a money delivery the two guys he had to meet up with complained that the package wasn't enough. Abel knew they were just trying to take advantage of someone who they probably rightly guessed wasn't built for this line of work. One of them went for something behind his back, but Abel was quicker, levelling his gun at his head and telling him to drop whatever he had in his hand behind his back. Whilst he was focused on the guy on the right the dude on the left apparently sensed an opportunity and went for something himself.

Stupid, stupid man. Abel turned quick and let off a single instinctive shot into his chest. He had apparently been hit in the heart as unlike the wounding Abel had hoped for the bullet caused him to drop instantly and cease all signs of life. The other guy instantly dropped what turned out to be a large combat knife behind his back and went to the side of his companion. He seemed genuinely hurt, which for some reason confused Abel. He still ponders why he thought the man wouldn't care for his colleague. Picking up the knife for his own safety he took a few steps back, trying to process the situation he created. It was then that the truly shocking thing happened. The man he had killed opened his eyes, lunged forward and bit a chunk out of his friends face.

Abel almost tripped recoiling in surprise. He quickly retreated, getting into his car and speeding off. He went immediately back to his brother and told him what had happened. He knew Abel was telling the truth about killing the man, but he assumed the latter part of the story was a symptom of his obvious shock. Calmly he told his little brother to go to Pittsburgh until things calmed down a little and he could find out whether the police had anything on the kill. He told him to bring the handgun and dump it in a storm drain in Pittsburgh. Of course, by the time he got to the city of steel the apocalypse had began.

Life after the outbreak: By the time he got to Pittsburgh the city had began to descend into chaos, there had been an extreme amount of murders and the police all seemed way more on edge than usual, speeding all over the place. By the time the riots started later that night Abel had found an abandoned old warehouse to hide in. Over the next month this would be his base. As the city fell he used the riots as a cover to steal some supplies he badly needed. Food, water and a flash-light and batteries so he could see in the warehouse when he needed to. Over time he heard hundreds of gunshots, screams and other horrors. On his last journey out of the warehouse he grabbed as much canned food and bottled water as he could in the hope of holding up for a while, but dropped a lot of it when he was chased by someone who for all intents and purposes seemed to be dead. He knew he wasn't crazy, but there had to be a better explanation? Now he's once again running low and knows he'll have to go back out into the horror zone.

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Name: Kyle Moore
Age: 17
Sex: Yes please. Male.

Personality: Kyle's a well adjusted kid despite his rough upbringing as a child and unwealthy family. He's something of an optimist, always trying to see the brighter things in each situation and having hope for a brighter future. Almost to the point where some would call him naive. He's not the smartest, however; In school, he was never able to pay serious attention to lectures and longwinded lessons, learning by doing and seeing rather than sitting down and listening. He swears by his morals, not yet brought down by the apocalypse, which stops him from stealing or killing like many people would.

Physical Description: Kyle is 5"6, and is skinnier than the average for that height. He has a slightly muscular body due to exercising and being on the school track team. He has short, black hair that just reaches the top of his neck and brown eyes. His face is rather boyish and he hasn't grown any facial hair yet.

Equipment: He has a shovel, useful for digging through rubble and on rare occasions bashing undead skulls in. He has his running shoes, the clothes on his back and a blue pouch. The pouch holds a bottle of water, some canned food and a flashlight with one spare battery.

History: Kyle was born in Boston, Massachusetts to the lower class Moore family. He was an only child and his parents doted on him during his childhood and what little money they got was spent on food and trying to keep Kyle safe and happy. His dad tried to instill a strict set of morals on Kyle, to keep him on the straight and narrow. He taught Kyle how to defend himself if someone tried to hurt him. What he didn't know, was that his father was in fact involved with Bostons underworld.

Kyle didn't know until he turned the ripe age of 10 and his pops came back from work one day, bloody and bruised. He'd made the mistake of getting money from loan sharks and paid the price. Kyle started to do odd jobs around the neighbourhood so they could get enough money to pay their debts and eventually, move out to a nicer place and a nicer house so Kyle could get a proper education.

And they did. At age 14, they paid off debts and moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, got a quaint house and grew nice little flowers in the garden. Kyle got enrolled in a public school, joined the track and field team, and for the next 3 years, life was rather nice. His father got a new job and things were going pretty swell.

His father died of a heart attack at age 49 a year later. Stress related, they said. Kyle's grades got even worse and he and his mom barely scraped by. It was his optimism that kept him going, plus a strict diet of instant ramen and other money saving efforts. He put his grief into his sport and became a damn good runner.

Running would later save his life.

Life after the Outbreak: It all started one day at school. Things were going fairly normal, all things considered. He got there, waited around until classes started, went to homeroom...It was funny, really, how normal the day started. Then someone said a weirdo had bitten him on the arm. Being relatively poor, Kyle never really watched movies or TV at home, so he didn't immediately think of zombies.

Then absolute pandemonium broke loose when she started lumbering about and biting people. There were infected kids in the school, and with the amount of students, it was practically a breeding ground for zombies. It spread fast. Miraculously, with the help of two other students, they broke out. Kyle ran for his life back home in a panic, separating himself from the little trio that formed and came back to an empty house. He's locked himself into the house and hid in his room with the supplies they had. Somehow, he's survived, and no zombies have broken in.

But it's been approximately a month and his supplies are starting to run low. Soon, it'll be time to head into the chaos again.

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Rachel

Name: Rachel

Age: 9

Sex: Female

Personality: Rachel isn't very... talkative. She never was much of a talker, even around her family, although that's not to say she didn't enjoy herself, nor that she was mute. Soft-spoken and timid to most, Rachel is everything you would expect from a girl her age going through what many refer to as "Hell on Earth". Become one she truly trusts and she'll start talking more, however compared to most her age she's still rather quiet. She's brutally honest, though knows when to keep quiet, and appears to be quite good at understanding a situation.

She's not overly athletic, and is far weaker physically than most, though is capable of accomplishing small feats. Her intelligence is slightly above average (keyword "slightly"), and her mind is still rather underdeveloped due to her being so young. In fact the only real pro in terms of her characteristics is her innocence and small stature, however both of those are just as equal weaknesses as they are strengths. In order for her to become a stronger person, it will take a lot of time and effort.

Physical Description: Rachel is short in stature, again even compared to those her age and sometimes even younger. She's also just as thin as she is short, and the apocalypse hasn't made her figure any better. Her freckled face is accompanied by innocent, dark blue eyes that seem to glow like the ocean, and her sweet smile is capable of bringing joy to even the most sorrowful heart. Her hair, such a dark brown it's practically black, is tied back in an unkempt ponytail, reaching down to lengths well beyond what is deemed "safe" for the zombie apocalypse, though she was assured by her mother that this wasn't a hazard. Her clothes include a simple hoodie of faded red which is patched in odd places, as well as blue jeans ripped at the kneecaps and a white, long sleeve shirt of minimal wear.

Weapons/Equipment:

• 9mm Pistol; 2x 9mm pistol magazines (15 rounds each).
• 750ml of water (3x 250ml bottles).
• 13x Non-perishable tin cans.
• Multi-tool (knife, phillips screwdriver, wire cutters, ruler, can/bottle opener, metal file).
• Simple sports watch.
• A letter from mum.

History: Rachel, before the outbreak, lived a poor but otherwise great life, to two loving parents and an only child. Growing up she was home-schooled, however made great friends with those who lived on the same street as her. Unlike most people turned poor, her mother and father worked hard to get stable jobs in the workforce in order to look after both themselves and their child, whilst also educating her in things such as maths, sciences, literature and whatnot. Despite not going to school until she was 8, Rachel was known as one of the smarter kids among her peers, though that could be because she never spoke up unless she was 100% certain her answer would be correct, or when she was called upon.

Living on a poor income was tough on all the family, however they used this opportunity to further their bond and pick up plenty of techniques on survival. It was only six months ago that Rachel's mother managed to score a high-paying job in construction, and they were finally able to start putting more filling meals on the table. Of course, they didn't know that the apocalypse was just around the corner and it wouldn't mean squat very soon, however they enjoyed what felt like luxury while it lasted...

Life after the outbreak: When news of the outbreak was told on the TV, Rachel's parents immediately knew what to do. Those early poor life choices that started them off finally gave them the experience that was needed, and Rachel's father drove straight to the nearest gunstore and food market with all the money they had, buying everything he could to help them along. Needless to say, many things were brought. Rachel's mother, on the other hand, stayed at home with Rachel and began sorting and figuring out what was essential and what was not, how they could carry it, where they would go and just what to do in general. By the time Rachel's father had returned home, all the preparations had been made...

For the following month, Rachel and her parents have been moving about throughout the city, unlike those who tried to stay in one place, they remained on the move. The trio figured staying in the city for a little while could actually be beneficial, since there are more supplies that one can find if they look in the right places, and they could then use that to further their survival outside the city. Since both her mother and father have forever been in Pittsburgh, one raised on the eastern side and the other the west, the three actually survived and almost thrived in this city-turned-wasteland, knowing almost every corner and just about all the great places to fortify on either side of the city. The trio essentially went base-hopping, going from group to group of survivors, exchanging things they needed for a place to sleep before moving on. This tactic worked well for them, and by the end of the month, the three were almost ready to head out...

... Then: bandits.

They attacked by surprise one night, in a disorganized and sloppy fashion. Rachel and her mother, having slept on the floor above her father, who was keeping watch for the night on the first floor, managed to make their escape while their father held off the bandits. The gunfire could be heard for miles around, attracting the unwanted attention of the living dead.

Rachel's mother was bit later that night.

Rachel already knew what happened to people who were bitten by the 'bad people', however she didn't want her mother to become bad like them. Pleading with her mother, Rachel tried just about everything she could think of to try and help her mother, however her mom knew that there was nothing they could do. Rachel wasn't willing to leave her mother's side, and there were still zombies tailing them... so, in order to protect her daughter, she had to knock her unconscious. Having found themselves in a drug store, Rachel's mother had managed to find a bottle of estazolam tablets, and had Rachel induce two tablets, which effectively knocked her unconscious. Quickly moving to the back alleyway, Rachel's mother cleared away some trash bags, set her daughter and all the possessions she could spare down, and covered her again in trash bags, hesitating before taking off with a semi-automatic rifle.

... And then, once she was a far enough distance away, she began shooting. A horde followed, however Rachel's mother made an effort to get as far away from that drug store as possible, taking down as many of those creatures as she could.

She made sure to save one, final bullet for herself.

Rachel continued to survive in the trash bags for the past three days without moving a muscle. Her memory remains foggy about what happened just before the incident, and has only had a simple letter from her mother to keep her there, in the trash bags. However, as time drew on, she began to think more and more about venturing out and finding her parents, and then finding a way out of the city. Yet, just as she plans to move out, she hears something so familiar at first that it almost seems foreign: footsteps. They draw nearer and nearer, lying just beyond the bags which cover her. There are no moans, no wails of the undead, and the steps sound orderly.

And then...?

"Cough! Cough!"

Some tunes for ya!

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Sam

N A M E:

Samantha Rose "Sam" Thurston

A G E:

21

S E X:

No, thank you. Female (she/her)

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Sam is a thrill-seeker and an absolute adrenaline junkie. While some may see her actions and decisions as reckless and irrational, they are anything but that. She enjoys doing things that get her blood pumping but she would never willingly put herself in a situation where absolutely nothing good would happen to her. She's not one for analysing situations to their very core, but she trusts her instincts and they have never failed her. She'd always gotten her fill of fun and had never gotten in any trouble she can't get out of.

At first glance, Sam is a cheerful person. She almost always has a bright smile on her face and a go-getter attitude. She's easy enough to get along with as long as you never attempt to slow her down. She does have the tendency to be somewhat insensitive of other people's feelings when expressing her thoughts but would never do it on purpose. She's just out to have a good time, no matter what that might require of her. Don't get her mad, though, as she would gladly feed you to the wolves (or, well, zombies) without batting an eye.

D E S C R I P T I O N:

Sam stands at five foot six, only slightly taller than most females she worked with. Her previously long and silky black hair had been cropped short and styled with an ungodly amount of hair gel. Most of the time, she could be seen wearing a specially made slick black suit or her signature leather jacket, but since the outbreak began, her wardrobe choices had been reduced to more casual clothing items such as a tank top. She does still keep her precious suit around, but refuses to wear it in case a zombie's bite ruins the cloth.

She has a number of tattoos around her body with the most prominent one being that of a roaring lion on her left arm. She thinks it makes her look really cool, but she won't hesitate to show people the set of Pokemon badges tattoos she has on her lower back. (Badges from the Kanto region since she's a sucker for the first Pokemon game she ever played)

E Q U I P M E N T:

Sam's main weapon of choice is the fire axe she took from her uncle's bunker. It's served her well and there's just something about fighting the zombies head on that seems to enjoyable to her. She did find a couple of guns around the bank and has brought them up to the roof in case she would need it. She has two pistols on hand and what seems like a rifle of some sort, but she doesn't use them. She doesn't know how to and she's not going to flounder around with them. Besides, she prefers using the axe anyway. She does keep one of the pistols and an extra magazine with her when going out, just in case she might get trapped in a situation.

She also has a trusty backpack filled with a variety of items – a flashlight, several hundred dollar bills, six bags of weed and three pack of smokes (she doesn't use them but tugs them around in case she might need to barter with other survivors), her suit (neatly folded and tucked inside a protective plastic case), and some provisions.

H I S T O R Y:

Born in a boring town in Maine, Sam's early life had been filled with dark clouds and bleak surroundings. Nothing much ever happened there and even at a young age, Sam knew there were better things to life than a quiet neighbourhood and a slow lifestyle. Her parents, who had been born and raised in said town, disagreed and never failed to express their distaste whenever Sam stirred one ruckus after another. Eventually, the wildcard became too much for the town to handle, and her parents packed her things and shipped her off to live with her uncle in Ohio.

Living in Ohio wasn't that much of an improvement from Maine. She was still stuck in a small town, only a tad livelier as it was closer to the city. Her house companions weren't any better from her parents either. Her uncle was a paranoid, always spouting conspiracy theories wherever he went (not that he went outside a lot), and had even built a bunker in their basement for when the aliens inevitably arrive on Earth to probe all of mankind. Her auntie (Sam was absolutely astounded that the crazy coot had found love) was a quirky woman who wanted to be the next world famous inventor. Still, living with the couple had been considerably less boring than living with her parents and their location had sparked what would soon become Sam's line of work.

Sam liked to refer to herself as a businesswoman. After becoming friends with one of her neighbours, a charming fellow who liked to be called Ace, she was soon involved in a small string of crimes around the neighbourhood. From low-key selling bags of drugs to the kids at the local high school who wanted to seem cool to outright blackmailing store owners to pay them protection money, Sam got involved with them all. While Ace had always been the brains of the operation, Sam was his hands. She was the one that walked around the shady alleys and enforcing Ace's new laws. She loved it, so when Ace decided to expand his business, there was no question about whether she would join him. It took Ace almost three years to create an underground empire that encompassed nearly the entirety of Ohio and he wasn't thinking of stopping any time soon.

While most of the people Sam met in the business were in it for the money it offered (and it offered a lot), she was in it for the experience. There was nothing else to beat the high she got during adrenaline filled run-ins with the cops or the pleasure of meeting all sorts of people while she goes about dealing all kinds around the state. It wasn't like she needed the money anyway (her auntie had actually managed to secure a patent on one of her inventions and the government sucked it up) or had a high moral ground to begin with.

A F T E R:

For Sam, the outbreak chose the worst time to start. After a year and a while of dating online, her girlfriend had saved enough cash for a trip to visit her and they would finally meet personally. Normally, such a thing would have done nothing to faze Sam (internet dating and the later meet-up wasn't entirely new for her) but Alicia had been different. For some reason, she made Sam feel like maybe slowing down would be a good thing and that she could do to enjoy things for the long-term. The idea hadn't scared her, surprisingly, and her excitement was overwhelming when Alicia had declared she would come see her.

They heard the first screams of terror in the middle of a date at a local cafe and all of Sam's instincts told her to hightail it out of there so they did. She grabbed Alicia and drove them to her home in the suburbs, jumped down into the bunker, and locked the door behind them. It was stocked plenty and kept the two of them safe... For about three days. Doing nothing in the enclosed space for an extended period of time played with Sam's nerves and not even Alicia's constant soothings had been enough. She knew she had to get out – do something, anything. Alicia pleaded her not to because they had no idea what was happening outside and they had everything their needed inside the bunker, but Sam wouldn't listen. She bade her goodbye, grabbed a few provisions and the fire axe, and went out to face what was left of the world.

She floundered a bit for the first few days, almost dying to a horde she'd accidentally alerted once, but Sam knew the neighbourhood well. She found Ace and the group he was with, and told him about the bunker and Alicia. She entrusted her girlfriend to her closest friend and made him promise that he would protect her, while she found adventure in the midst of the apocalypse. Ace had only nodded before handing her a set of keys for the jeep his veteran father had kept around their garage.

Sam ventured forth, with the jeep dying on her just as she reached Pennsylvania. She soon barricaded herself in one of the buildings – a bank that had been looted soon after the outbreak started – and made herself at home. She'd used all of the bank's still remaining security systems to secure the ground floor while she camped out at the roof, using makeshift bridges to cross to the adjacent building should she need to go on a supply run. All in all, the apocalypse is looking like a pretty fun place for Sam. She only wished Alicia and Ace had been with her.

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"Jess" Lee [+]

Name: Jessica "Jess" Lee

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Personality: Jess has always been observant. Often mistaken for being quiet, she tends to stay towards the side of a situation before jumping into it. Analytical and incredibly sensitive to even the slightest shift in mood, she takes her time when it comes to all the situations she's put into, even going so far as too delay her response even if it requires immediate attention (which isn't very efficient at times). Her first instinct is to carefully and dutifully assesses everything that's going on around her and weigh all her options. She is level-headed under extreme pressure, but does end up cracking from it every once in a while, something that happens very rarely for her. But when she cracks, she cracks, and it usually isn't a pretty sight to observe.

Despite people saying that she has a resting bitch face (something she doesn't mind having at all) when they first meet her, when she decides to be open and friendly to the people around her it usually changes their impression of her. She comes across as bitchy and icy, but that's really because she's shy and doesn't really know what to say, having spent a good chunk of her short life being cooped up at home doing schoolwork and studying every other thing. She isn't overtly shy, just introverted and finds solace keeping her thoughts to herself over being the one to take charge and leading a group. Likely, she would be a better tactician than a leader (another thing she doesn't mind at all).

What she greatly dislikes is inefficiency and recklessness, as well as incompetency, which signals you to how uptight she can be as well. Yes, she can be fun to be around. Yes, she can be friendly. But when she is in serious-mode, don't bother trying to joke around with her or mess with her as she's trying to figure out something which only further pushes her "bitchy" nature. Highly disciplined and sometimes a little snooty in demeanor when interacting with other people, she really can come across as

Physical Description: Jess is petite both height and build-wise. Standing at 5 feet and an inch, she isn't reaching the top of her cupboard shelf that easily. But because of that she is very light on her feet (even having run track in high school for her junior year, despite her height). She has the typical Asian dark brown hair but dyed it a few years back and has been keeping it the same lighter, chestnut brown ever since. An interesting thing about her hair is that it isn't pin-straight or curly, rather it falls in loose waves all the way down to her mid-back after getting it permed a year ago. She is fair-skinned and her facial features consist of larger than the average, almond-shaped brown eyes, a flat nose, and small lips. She is cute in her own right, but not necessarily a glamorous model.

Weapons/Equipment:

• A hunting knife
• A small first aid kit filled with the essentials
  
  
  
  • A box of 25 bandages of different sizes
  • A small 12 oz spray bottle of ethyl alcohol
  • A small roller bandage
  • A pack of Tylenol
  • 5 gauze pads
• Bottle of water and three packets of crackers
• Small flashlight
• Her outfit consists of: a heavy flannel jacket, a dark blue t-shirt, jeans, and camo boots.

History: All Jessica has ever been in her life is driven. She aims to be the best that she possibly could be, aiming for the highest honors in academics as she possibly could, ever since she first enrolled in school. Her parents never really pressured her to get good grades or anything, but rather pushed her in the right direction to wanting to get those herself. Highly critical of herself, she wanted to settle for nothing less than the best that she can achieve in her life.

And she got it.

She won spelling bees when she was in grade 2, she's fluent in Korean and English and is learning Mandarin in her spare time, she got those straight A's, she played the violin and piano and got special awards in her recitals, she was an honor student throughout most of her schooling life and was valedictorian when she graduated highschool. In a sense, she had managed to achieve everything she wanted in her life and she was only getting started with it all. She moved to Pittsburgh when she began university.

Life after the outbreak: She spent the first few nights in her apartment near her university in Pittsburgh when everything was still chaotic. She and her roommates boarded up the doors and took shifts standing watch. Everything was fine until they started running out of food about two weeks in. That was when they all started taking turns, making supply runs. Thankfully by then, most of the chaos had settled down. They managed to stay alive and safe for two more weeks, until the raiders came. They broke down the barricade on their front door and shot one of her roommates as soon as they saw him. Her and her two other roommates managed to escape using the fire escape ladder. But with all the shots going off in the building, it alerted all the nearby zombies. Sad to say, she was the only one who was alive and still walking by nightfall.

Later that night she was starving, the only thing she managed to grab out of her apartment was her hunting knife and her backpack which had a bottle of water and some crackers in it, as well as the first aid kit and flashlight that she leaves in when she goes out on her run. She holed herself up in the back of a pharmacy in the hopes that she could get some rest and then go out for supplies in the morning.

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**STORY CHARACTER**

Name: Seth Mason
Age:19
Sex: Male

Personality: Seth is an all around good guy. He is a very helpful, and very positive person. Seth is the type of guy to go out of his way to save someone, no matter how bad the circumstance. Of course, this is very dangerous for him. Though he is not the leader of his group, Seth is a natural born leader. He was always winning things like class president during his high school years, and even planned to go into politics.

Physical Description: Seth stands at 5'9". He has short, dark brown hair, that is slicked to the side, and he has the sides of his head shaved. His outfit consists of a red t-shirt, that is a very slim fit, and he has bandages on his arms, from an injury at the beginning of the outbreak. He wears a pair of black, slim jeans, and running shoes. Seth has pale, white skin, and is in pretty good shape.

Weapons/Equipment: Seth carries an M1911 Handgun, with about 45 rounds on him. He also has an aluminum baseball bat on him for close combat. He carries a hand-radio, to keep in touch with his group.

History: Seth was pretty much the definition of a popular high school kid. He played baseball, ran for class president, and had a ton of friends. His senior year, he was voted most likely to succeed, and went on to make an attempt at real-world politics. He didn't get too far however, because he was trapped in Pittsburgh when his flight was cancelled due to this outbreak. Seth had a pretty decent amount of combat abilities, from playing baseball, but also from going to the shooting range every now and again. Seth, after he graduated, moved to New-York City. While he was in New York, he was to fly to Florida, but his flight had to tough down in Pittsburgh soon after they took flight. No flights were to leave afterward.

Life after the outbreak:Seth was stranded in the Steel City of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania after he had his flight to Florida cancelled. He was not a happy person. He had to go stay in some hotel he didn't want to stay in, and called every day for weeks to try and get a hold of some way to florida. Soon after the outbreak, he was trapped in his hotel. He had his own gun on him, that he kept for self defense, and used his fighting abilities to escape the hotel. During the total chaos of the first few days, Seth saw a lot. He was in the quarantine camps, which he saw overrun and escaped on his own, and he kept his head low after that.

About 12 days into the outbreak, Seth was all out of ways to turn. Pretty much everyone and everything had died by that point. He was running from a horde of infected, when he was hit by a car of some rogue survivor who was killing for supplies. The man ran his car into Seth, who smashed into the windshield, cutting up his arms, which he now covers with band-aids. When Seth was at gun point on the ground, he was saved by a man who goes only by Nick. We don't know anything about Nick yet, but he saved Seth and took him into his group. Seth easily became a high-ranked person in their group, and 33 days later, he went out with a group of people on an expedition for supplies in their base. Out with 7 other people, they got separated by a horde after a car alarm alerted the infected to them. 3 of them died in the initial mauling, and the other 3 went in the opposite direction that Seth went. Seth cooped himself up inside of a Grocery store, where he is now, on Day 35. The other members of his group probably told Nick that Seth died in this attack, and now he is believed deceased by his entire group back at their base. But he is alive and well, and could soon meet our survivor group.

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Asuu's Character

Michael Wesley

Name: Michael Wesley
Age: 24 years of age.
Sex: Male

Personality: Michael can come off as unapproachable, but that's mainly because he tends to be a bit on the quiet side, having spent literally the majority of this apocalyptic journey alone - thus making silence something he is intimately familiar with. While a bit cold-shouldering, Michael is a very down-to-earth, realistic man, calloused from witnessing the deaths of his loved ones. Focused on the task at hand, and mature, Michael can take on a leadership role rather easily - although he tend to be a loner, due to the fact that groups can easily limit mobility and survival chances. He isn't secretly evil, and is a naturally humane person. If he sees someone in trouble, there's a high chance of him helping. However, as stated before, he's realistic, and if there's no chance in Hell of them being saved without major loss on both sides, he will move on, albeit with a heavy heart. These trying times have made him merciless in certain situations, and he no longer hesitates to end the life of a human, if that human poses harm or threat to him or anyone close to him. Serious, and focused, Michael's first rule of survival is...'Survive'. Although he may not seem it at first, there are rare times where Michael will let down his guard and laugh/joke. It all depends on his mood and the situation.

Strengths:
Healthy/Athletic.
Exceptional hand-to-eye coordination/reflexes.
Experienced hunter/tracker.

Weaknesses:
Not a city man. Is more familiar in less urban territories/situations
Gets easily stressed/annoyed in large, loud groups.
Has trust issues to a fault. It takes a lot to gain his trust, and vice-versa.

Physical Description: Michael's body is well taken care of. At a healthy weight, and broad-shouldered, he has a lean, muscled physique, that comes with years of eating meat and vegetables, handling rowdy animals, and drawing bows taut. Hunting has garnered him a steady food supply over the time of the apocalypse, so starving has never been something that he has really experienced at this day and age. His skin is fair, having lost the healthy tan that it had developed before the outbreak. His face is rugged and mature, with a bear specking his jaw and chin. His hair is cut short to his head, dark brown, having been that way for as long as he could remember.

Weapons/Equipment: A heavy-duty, lightweight hunting backpack, dark black and brown. Inside the small pocket at the front are: Two small, speed-sticks of deodorant, a worn toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, and a compact pack of purification tablets. Hooked to the side is: A worn, dented, and reusable canteen. Inside of the main compartment are: Five small zip-lock bags of dried, packed balls of salted deer-meat, three bottles of purified water, torn rags, and a worn, miniature first-aid kit, containing two small bottle of alcohol and two small spindles of clean bandages. The bottles and spindles are re-filled/wrapped at different stops. His inventory is light-weight and essential, which he had in mind when he packed it all. He travels in a battered, yet practical and fuel efficient Dodge truck, originally a silver-color, yet stained dark burgundy in some places due to the undeads' blood.

As for weapons - A worn, yet highly-maintained and sturdy recurve bow, a leather-wrapped quiver with self-made, sturdy arrows, and a sharpened utility knife. His arrows are reusable, which he makes great use of, and is virtually silent;; It's rare that you would see him with a gun. The utility knife is strapped securely to his pants, and the bow is latched to a strap on his backpack; easy access. The quiver is peeking over his right shoulder, strapped to his back. A solid crowbar is strapped to the otherside of his backpack, opposite of his canteen.

History: Michael had always been raised to be a humble, hardworking young man. Born in a country home, a ways outside of the city limits of Pittsburgh, in a plot of land where the forest was cut-off at, hard-work was always a part of his daily life. Cutting wood for the fire, tending to the cows and pigs, and going hunting with his grandpa, deep within the woods...that's how his life was. His mother was single, and had died giving birth to him, leading him into the custody of his grandparents. He didn't mind;; to him, those two would always be his real parents, no matter what. He was taught his studies by his grandma, and was taught how to be a man by his grandfather.

He speared fish in the lake behind their home, he rode horses down the dirt trails, he helped build sheds and different contraptions for the animals and vehicles, and, the most fun of all, he hunted animals with Mother Nature, selling the fur and hide in the market whenever they went down into town - which wasn't often. When all of this happened, Michael and his grandparents knew nothing of it. They were getting old, and it was up to Michael to provide for the family;; he did so efficiently and immediately, spending his time roping the horses, tending to the pigs, chickens, and cows, and hunting deer, boars, and hogs in the forest. Whilst in the middle of tying down a dead boar to his old four-wheeler, he heard strangled screams, along with groans and gunshots from back home. Dropping the boar, Michael leaped onto his ride and blazed a path of leaves through the woods, going straight through the trail and blasting into his yard. What he saw...he would remember forever. His grandmother, her body bleeding out in her garden.

His grandfather, bleeding from multiple bite wounds on the neck and chest, feebly aiming a bloodied and spent shotgun at this...this thing. There was a lot of these things, and Michael's first instinct was to scream bloody-murder and charge in. Logic prevailed, and it was like watching for third person. bring up bow, notch arrow, shoot...through the heart. No luck. Notch, aim, shoot...through the back of the head. The rotten human fell. He began taking out the shambling walkers, dodging over tractors and crouching on top of old trucks as they began to move after him. Eventually, the herd fell, and Michael crossed the distance between his grandparents. After that, the memory got hazy.

Life after the outbreak: Ever since then, he has been travelling, after burying his only family, and gathering his supplies. He drives in a slightly fortified Dodge Ram truck - good gas mileage and decent enough speed. Good for hauling things, as well. He had found an abandoned cabin miles away from his old home, a bit deeper into the woods surrounding Pittsburgh. It was fairly easy to get into the city from the cabin, for supplies that Michael couldn't get himself. Now, however, animals were becoming less plentiful, and he was losing a good source for food and water. City scavenging trips were becoming more necessary, to the point where Michael has decided that moving into the city itself was safer than the constant back-and-forth.

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Olivia

Name: Olivia Henley

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Personality: Unable to fit into a single category best used to describe her, Olivia finds it relatively easy to get along with just about anyone. Although she enjoys meeting new people, she's very careful about who she invites into her life. Under the right circumstances, Olivia will not pass up on the opportunity to make a joke (sometimes inappropriate in nature), and she won't hesitate to use it as an icebreaker.

Physical Description: Olivia stands at an average height of 5'5. She has rich, olive skin tone which is accentuated by hazel eyes and dark-brown hair. Her body is well-toned due to her strict exercise regimen, and her scars are a limited few mostly associated to past childhood experiences.

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Weapons/Equipment: A kitchen knife and a Hi-Point C-9 Handgun left on site by the bar owner.

History: Olivia was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She bounced between foster homes at an early age due to behavioral problems, and she never stayed in a single home for longer than 6 months. She was a troubled child who would often end up in a juvenile detention center, and her sporadic placements with unfitting families often pushed her to runaway, only to get picked up by law enforcement and turned over to the state.

From a young age, Olivia learned to find humor in just about anything. Rules meant nothing to her, and nearly every single one of her mugshots showed a smile that one could very well be interpreted as pride. Despite her behavior, Olivia was a bright child, although her abilities were never truly nurtured nor challenged. She's seen and done it all-fights, drugs, alcohol, sex-yet she has no regrets.

Before the outbreak occurred, Olivia was wrapping up her graduate education at the local university. She hoped to get a job as a meteorologist, and she was interning with one of the three major news stations of Pittsburgh for the past year. She lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment near the downtown area and held a job as a bartender to support herself.

Life after the outbreak: The chaos erupted when Olivia was at O'Reilly's with her co-worker, Chelsea. The store owner, Timothy, wasn't around, but they didn't wait on him to lock up the door to the rooftop bar, therefore denying access to anyone who wanted to go in. A lot of the days during the first few weeks of the outbreak were a drunken blur. The two girls learned how to ration the food that was available, but it was quickly diminishing and they needed to restock. They armed themselves before carefully stepping outside of the building for the first time in over a month. Not 5 minutes passed after setting foot on the street before Chelsea was pulled from behind by a biter and eaten alive. This made Olivia run as fast as she could in the opposite direction before finding shelter in a building and locking the door behind her.

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Name
Owen Morris

Age
Thirty-Nine

Gender
Male

Physical Description
Owen is 5'8” and his body is healthier than the average male in the country. His daily workout at the gym has helped out with his body and the Outbreak has helped out as well. He doesn't have any facial hair, because he doesn't think they look professional for a police officer. However, his short light brown hair is still there. The police uniform is his daily outfit before the Outbreak started. The uniform used to mean something, but now it's a target for those looking for supplies. Owen prefers to keep the uniform until it becomes useless; however, he has a second uniform among with his regular clothes in the supply bag.

Personality
Owen became a police officer, because he's a courageous and selfless person. Like many other officers, he's disciplined and calm towards others. And he's also high-spirited during serious events and often uses humor to calm others. He gets his personality from his father, who had a similar personality to Owen. However, since the Outbreak, he's slowly becoming an earnest and self-centered person. With a world without the use of law and order, he's adapting to the simulation rather too quickly. He already had to kill someone after they were changing towards him with a metal baseball bat and he also killed several 'infected'.

But, most of his personality hasn't changed for the moment.

Equipment
Glock 22 (contains 40 rounds, two magazines total)
Metal baton
D1 Patrol Police Supply Bag (contains only bottled waters and snack size chips)
Police Duty Belts (contains handcuffs, portable personal radio, pepper spray, a taser, two flashlights, gloves, a multi-tool, and a small first aid kit)

History
Owen Morris' early life was difficult as he almost died at birth with his mother; thankfully, they lived through it. His father was a police office from New York City and his mother had a job as a sales person. They were the average middle class family, living in an apartment and having only one kid. School was fun and easy from Owen as he skipped a grade at the age of seven.

However, he wanted to become like his father and the most of the people in the father's and mother's family: A police officer. He begun to train from the hard work of being a cop in a city, especially New York City. From the age of ten to eighteen, he forced on school and his training until he mastered them. His father retired after serving for twenty-six years at the age of fifty-nine, saying that 'a man must rest before his death'. At the same time, he had graduated from high school and went to police academy for a couple years. It was difficult for Owen and he wanted to give up at times, but he pushed forward and became a police officer.

After that, he did his job for five years until he was transferred to Pittsburgh and did ten more years until the outbreak happened…

After the Outbreak
He was one of the first responders to a call about being attacked by a loved one. The simulation was horrible as the victim had bled to death and the loved one was covered in blood. It got more chaotic as he fired at the person. Then, he was called to the station for an emergency meeting about similar simulations that were happening all over the city. The police officers were told to defend quarantine camps and save as many lives as they could.

It was going well until the sixth day, where things went out of control. The quarantine camp, that Owen was stationed, was being overrun as the police officers were either fighting, dead, or escaping with the military. He chose to escape out of the camp with a group of officers and soldiers as soon as the helicopters left. The first thing that they did as a group was going back to the station, which was the HQ for the military now. When they got there, however, the place was empty among with the supplies. The group was upset and angry towards their fellow men for leaving. But, they found a radio and decided to contact the military. They were told that there was nothing that they could do for them and anyone else 'for now'. Despite the military's response, he knew that they were never coming back and they are hiding in naval ships.

Because of that, they decided to stay at the station until supplies are low and then split up. Thirty-five days later, the group had split up and Owen was the remaining person at the station before leaving it behind. He decided to stay in the city, because he wants to still protect it until he dies.