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

Day 35 of The Outbreak
Morning - 11:00 AM
Weather - Cloudy
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It has been 35 days since the Epidemic started. That's what people have been referring to it as. 35 days since the Virus struck the world, tearing it apart faster than anyone had ever wondered, or thought it had the potential to. Most people don't like to refer to the undead as "Zombies." Most will say "Walkers" or "Biters." "Geeks." Anything to avoid that Z-Word. Most of the city's population is dead. Or undead. Military, Police, and anyone who was expected to protect the survivors, are now all gone. Focusing in on Pittssburgh, Pennsylvania, some survivors have managed to stay alive with rough survival skills, and genuine luck. Supplies, after a month's time, are running low. It is time to go and search for what we need. Focusing in even closer, a young survivor stands alone at the top of an apartment building.

Jason Crowley, 22, wakes up in his sleeping bag on the roof of an apartment building, with the only door into the building chained shut. Looking up at the cloudy, foggy sky, he wonders if they're clouds, or smoke from fires, or bombings of other cities. Getting up out of his sleeping bag, Jason looks over the edge of the building. Streets, filled with Walkers, and destroyed vehicles. Police Barricades knocked over, and quarantine zones torn through. The river, full of bloated corpses and walkers that tried to end their own lives before they had a chance to turn. Too bad it doesn't work that way. The city is a dangerous place, and sometimes, you have to go into that urban jungle to gather the basic supplies.

Jason opens up his backpack, looking at his inventory. He takes out a bag of graham crackers, with only about 5 left in the bag, broken, mainly crumbs. "Fuck." He mumbles to himself. He takes out a water bottle and holds it up to the light. You know when you look in a water bottle and there isn't really anything in there, but it has enough to cover the bottom little ring of the bottle? That's what this bottle has in it. He grabs his back pack and throws it on his back. He grabs his shotgun from beside his sleeping bag, and puts in in his little home-made satchel on the side of his pack, just in reach. He picks up the fire-axe from the apartment hallway, and goes to the fire escape on the edge of the roof. Slowly and carefully, Jason climbs down the fire escape.

"Well, here I go. Down into the city. Son of a bitch." He says, climbing down, into the alleyway, which is completely devoid of Walkers for some reason. He walks to the near end of the alleyway, and hides behind a dumpster, looking into the streets. "There has got to be a way to do this without dying..." He sighs under his breath.

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

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.

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

Sorry I was gone all day guys! I had a lot to do after school in prep for my Senior Band Concert and stuff. Im going to go ahead and make the opening post for the roleplay! THE TIME IS HERE

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

@Delta44I like her! Character accepted. Im on my phone right now though, so I think@Mordon could copy the character sheet into the Characters tab.

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

As for the universe; it's SORT of the Walking Dead Universe. More like a universe parallel to it. Makes it easier to NOT break anything established in TWD's Universe.

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

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.

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

@Derpestein I really like your character actually haha. I'll move him on over to the character tab.

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

His history is pretty damn long. You, whoever you may be don't have to read it all. Might even be more fun getting to know him without knowing his past in the RP.

Abel O'Connell

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.

@Mordon

Awesome. Character accepted!

Interested in a Zombie Apocalypse Roleplay?

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

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.