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Jonesboro, Arkansas – picturesque example of a growing city in the making. Everything was in the works for Jonesboro to grow to be the size of Memphis, Tennessee within several years, and being only an hour and a half drive away, the two almost melted together, as it was.

The small city was one of the last to be overcome by the disease that struck the world. They were lucky, and they were sheltered by the ridge that surrounded them, but when the disease hit home, that ridge became their downfall. That ridge became a sort of barrier, keeping the dead in, and the living out. The living within? Food.

With that luck, came an equal spout of bad luck. Memphis is already a place of devastation. Between the unemployment rate and the crime that plagues the city, people have been looking for an excuse to escape; to find something better and smaller. They finally found their reason, when the city was taken over in a matter of days.

At first it was just weird attacks on the news: bath salts, children attacking cops and social workers, men and women eating their dogs in what seemed to be senseless violence. The mayor was murdered by one of his guards…who proceeded to eat much of his brain in the process.

Then the violence became more immediate. It became more real. Humans who were being killed while looting were quickly reanimating, and attacking others. Hospital patients in the morgue began to rise up, filling the morgue to almost breaking point, terrifying the nurses and patients that walked by, hearing the growls and moans of the dead trapped within.

Even worse was that the CDC had no idea what this was. The government wasn’t prepared. Hospitals that were renowned all over the world were not ready to deal with such a massive outbreak of a disease that seemed to not even be infecting the humans it killed. It was simply a harbored disease, and humans were its vector. The only point the medical professionals could make is that it was a virus. Viruses need a strict path to spread from vector to host, and back to vector. The dead rising up and moving, and possibly infecting others with their bite was a perfect example of this. However, the study was cut short, when the doctor on the case was infected, while attempting to extract saliva from one of his ‘subjects’. He later wiped out the entire lab area of the NEA Baptist hospital, adding to the chaos within.

With Memphis overflowing, the refugees will reach the city in a week…or a bit more. The city will be plunged into chaos all over. Fires will destroy what is left of a once beautiful classic town of prosperity and the American Dream.

This is the world we’re forced to live in. This is Jonesboro, after the dead. Can what’s left be saved? Can we come back from this madness? Can the world survive, or will it burn?



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I am so up for this, it will be tommorow I will have my CS ready though.
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Name: Dot Parnell
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Race: Southern Caucasian
Appearance: A young girl, about 4'11", with dirty blonde/brown hair and a relatively unclean face. Her teeth are surprisingly well aligned and hygienic.
Clothing: An oversized doctor's coat, definitely meant for someone at least a foot taller, and likely one hundred pounds heavier.
Equipment: Standard toiletries (toothbrush/paste, heavily worn comb, sleep mask), A first aid kit filled primarily with miscellaneous syringes and pills, and a walkie-talkie.
Weapons: Mosin-Nagant , a variety of scalpels and medical saws
Bio/Background: Dot Parnell and the Parnell family were a relatively average "nuclear" American bunch. Along with her twin sister, her mother, and her father, Dot lived near the university campus where her father worked as a professor of medicine. Dot and her sister always looked up to their father, longing to one day be a doctor like he was. When the virus began to spread, their father was one of the first infected, and their mother followed suite not long after. However, in the wreckage, Dot and her sister found a way to make their dreams a reality by acting as a makeshift pair of nurses for a group of rag-tag raiders.
Occupation Pre-Apocalypse: Student.
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Name: ‘Santa’ ‘The Terror of December’ ‘Krampus’ ‘Carnivorous Kringle’ ‘The Christmas Ghoul’ etc. (The birth name of the individual in question has been lost to antiquity, and the primary moniker they go by is Santa)
Age: Unknown, however judging by physical capabilities noted by survivors of Santa, they assume that the age is somewhere between 20 through 40
Gender: Male (At least presumed)
Race: ???- The Ethnicity of Santa has not been confirmed.
Krampus stands at 5’11” and has rather lean muscle. And as some have noted through glancing while it feasted, that the Krampus’ front rows teeth were sharpened up to actual fangs instead of being the natural mixture of grinding and canine teeth. However, the Carnivorous Kringle is not spotted often without their clothing, and as such little is known about the appearance of it.
Clothing: The Christmas Ghoul wears a dark red face bandana that is fully wrapped around the head, and sports a dirt and mud encrusted Santa hat, which has been clearly worn out. Over the eyes are light green tinted goggles which keep the eyes obscured. Also as part of the clothing is a patchwork Santa Jacket that has dulled into a dark crimson; the Christmas jacket thrown over an additional torn brown jacket that had several patches torn off. If one was familiar with military apparel you could guess correctly that the brown jacket was a bomber jacket. Below that was a dark grey long-sleeve t-shirt which was covered by a camo green vest with several pockets. Santa also wears a pair of brown cargo pants and some black steel toed work boots.
Equipment: On the right side of his hip there is a worn out camping canteen, which is full of water. On its back he has a camping backpack, and on the right side of his hip he has a small pouch. In the backpack there are four MREs, and five protein bars alongside weaponry. His pouch is also full of weaponry, as is the vest with several pockets.
Weapons: The primary weapons used are explosives, which in total are fifty one in number. Nine of the explosives are flashbang grenades, three of them are smoke bombs. The remaining thirty nine explosives are hand grenade of a high grade explosive nature. Beyond this the Krampus has a metal rod which was has a bit of concrete still on it, which allows it to function as a makeshift mace.
Bio/Background: There are many theories on who Santa, The Terror of December, or whatever you call it, before they became who they are today, which come from the few survivors of his attacks. The only thing that matters is what Santa is a sociopathic and highly deranged raider who is highly zealous about Christmas, who is aligned with a group of rag-tag raiders.
Occupation Pre-Apocalypse: Unknown, however survivors of the rampage against Santa have theorized that it was most likely something which had close up experiences with explosives.
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Name: Ivan Dmitri Strelnikov
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Slav
Appearance: Ivan's visage is constantly hidden behind a gasmask, his head covered by a ushanka. However, he is physically very heavily built, and tall. He speaks little English, and sometimes slurs his words. Despite the weather, he always tends to wear heavier winter clothing.
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Bio/Background: Ivan was a normal Slav, squatting in an alley when he heard disturbing news from abroad. Due to his patriotism and skill, it was decided that he was the best candidate for a scouting mission abroad, and was tactically inserted by parachute into Arkansas. The Russian now searches for New York City, and answers to what happened to the United States.
Occupation Pre-Apocalypse: Russian Military
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Name: Aurora Faye
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Aurora stands roughy five feet tall; she's built slender, her form is exaggerated by the onset of hunger. Her hair is an auburn-brown, falling past her breasts normally; it is put up to either side in curly pigtails and held in place by small white ribbons. A pair of large, circular, wire-rimmed glasses sit atop her nose which is dotted with freckles from ear-to-ear. Her smile is toothy and reveals her lack of a front tooth.
Clothing: Draped over her shoulders is a slightly-too-large denim jacket, covering a yellow sundress that falls below her knees. The fringe of the dress is met by the cuffs of her leather boots. Atop her head is a tattered blue beret with a small star pin attached to it.
Equipment: Her load is modest: a small backpack containing a water bottle, a few capri suns, a box of band-aids, a half-empty bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a pad of paper, and a few pencils.
Weapons: She totes a pitchfork as well as a long sheath knife.
Bio/Background: To be honest, Aurora is lucky as hell to be alive. With little to no practical survival skills and an already weak stature, she seemed poised to be swallowed by the chaos of post-apocalyptia. However, to her rescue came a mutt, a dog, not yet fully untamed by the world. She found him cornered by the undead and came to his aid... by accidentally knocking over a trashcan. The trashcan made such a ruckus that the group refocused their attention on Aurora long enough for the dog to escape. Later, after a strategic retreat, Aurora heard a scratching at the door of the car she holed up in for the night- the mutt from the alley. Ever since, he's followed her and made sure she was well aware of any lurkers hiding around her camps.
Occupation Pre-Apocalypse: Grade-school Student


On second thought, nah.
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