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Call of the Dead (Casual Zombie RP, Always Accepting)

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Call of the Dead (Casual Zombie RP, Always Accepting)

"I'm not sure!" Ally said, looking through the wave of people. A hand fell on her shoulder, and she felt slightly comforted. She tried to find the emergency exit, but it was being flooded with people. The three zombies were in the way of the main entrance, so they didn't have much of a choice. The two zombies lumbered over to the crowd of people, that pushed through the exit harser in an effort to get through quicker. This only resulted in people getting jammed in the doorway or falling into the ground, which slowed everything else.

The zombies reached the group and grabbed the closest person to them. It was a man, mid-to-late thirties, who tried his best to fight back. The monster grabbed him by the upper arm and ripped him towards it. Both zombies immediately feasted to the fighting man on the floor. He couldn't do anything, and no one could help. His screams had frozen people in fear, Ally one of those people.

Ally swallowed hard as she watched a man being torn apart by this creature. She was frozen for a moment, suddenly unsure of what to do. Could she help this man? Considering his intestines were falling out, there was nothing she could do. Her heart dropped, but she looked back at the entrance. The only zombie there was still distracted by the cashier, who now resulted in throwing straws at the monster.

"Nick!" she choked out, still shook up by the zombie, "The front! Let's go!"

She sprinted across the burger spot, a forty foot sprint that lasted an eternity, to the exit, hoping the zombie couldn't get her or her friend.

Call of the Dead (Casual Zombie RP, Always Accepting)

Ally sat across from Nicholas. The two had been enjoying lunch together as they caught up on their lives. School, work, and all the other struggles and responsibilities that came with life had prevented the two from seeing each other as often as they'd like.

"I really am glad we've gotten to catch up like this," Ally said, picking off the last couple fries from her plate. They went to a simple burger joint, rather than some overly expensive restaurant. "We should do this more oft-" her words, however, were cut off by a scream.

Ally visibly jumped in her seat, startled by the sudden scream. She looked towards the main lobby and what she saw she couldn't explain.

A corpse of some sort was walking. It stood at the counter, leaning over the register in an attempt to grab the cashier. The cashier looked scared out of her mind, but she slapped the grabbing hand away with a plastic food tray and backed up. Two more of these undead monsters stumbled in, moving towards the patrons.

Ally shot up out of the booth and shouted, "What the heck!" She couldn't believe her eyes. These... zombies were walking right into the restaurant! She didn't know what to do, what to say, how to react.

"W-we need to get out of here and call the cops!" Ally said to Nick, still frightened by the sight in front of her.

Call of the Dead (Casual Zombie RP, Always Accepting)

Ally Estrada

Name: Ally Estrada
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Ally is well-built, she's not a girl that will be blown away by wind. She's one of those people who don't look too strong until they flex or exercise. Her skin is slightly gold and easily tans during the summer when she's out and about. She has deep brown eyes that go dark in the center and lighter around the edges. She has dark brown, wavy hair and if she doesn't want to do anything with it she'll put it in a ponytail. Most of her clothes are functional.
Skills: A fighter- mainly American wrestling in college but she has also trained some in a few other styles.
"Medic"- She is currently going to school to be a sports medicine physician so she has good medical knowledge.
Fitness Level: Very fit
Other: I made this at 4:02 AM and I am dying. XD

Call of the Dead (Casual Zombie RP, Always Accepting)

Hey! For anyone interested, this is just a casual, zombie survival thread. This thread is going to be casual- low-casual, with only 1-2 paragraphs required per post, though please feel free to post more.

The main focus is to, well, survive! If the thread has moved a bit, you can throw you're character in once you've been accepted- there's always room.

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This was an idea from both LeamonZest and myself.

@LeamonZest89

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Cuando era en Mexico, era muchos carros. Mi perro no sabia que era un carro. Los carros eran muy rapidos. Tenia mucho miedo de los carros y mi perro en la calle.

"Muevete Mojito!"

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I walked my dog down the street. I was quite a lovely day. The sun was shining, birds chirping, children playing, everything one would imagine when thinking of a perfectly sunny day. In my hand, I held a piece of purple cloth that led to my dog's collar. We both enjoyed sunny days like this. In a way, I felt we understood each other, that we were no longer woman and dog, but instead animal and animal, creature and creature, life and life, and even soul and soul. We happily walked down the sidewalk.

Suddenly, without warning, a bicyclist biked his way towards us. He wasn't going fast at all and even rang his bell to give us a fair warning.

I moved to the grass, though my dog didn't follow me. He was still in the path of the snail-like bicyclist.

"Move Mojito!"

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My gaze drifted across the living room, my stomach rumbling. Honestly I couldn't remember the last time I ate. At the same time, I didn't care. Was getting up to eat worth missing a few minutes of Gilmore Girls? I wasn't sure. Did I want to find out? Hunger gnawed at my stomach, creating rippling pains within my abdomen.

"I need to go eat!" I shouted confidently, though no one was home but me and my dog. Where did he run off to? I hadn't seen him in a while. When was the last time I fed him? I hoped my dog was okay as I pushed myself up and shuffled over to the kitchen.

There it was, my pearly white refrigerator. I went to the store the previous day, so I was sure there would be something to eat. I moved to open the fridge, but something stopped me.

I looked down. My dog was jumping onto the fridge, his paws touching the cool surface. He looked happy- or, was it hungry?- as he eyed me and the refrigerator. He was hungry, but so was I. I needed that food.

"Move Mojito!"

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I watched as my dog jumped into the air, attempting to attack the woman who assaulted my phone. I looked at her, then my dog, to her again, then back to my dog. All I could think of was hitting this woman in the face if she touched my phone again. The problem was... my dog was still in the way.

"Move Mojito!"

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