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Alrighty. Hopefully shit'll get back on track soon.
Hell if I know. I'm actually wondering the same thing.
Fix'd. Apologies.
What in the actual fuck is this?

That was the thought that constantly rang inside of Stewart's head as he ran through the hallways, his heeled loafers echoing throughout the area. His running stopped, coming to a corner to catch his breath and trying not to vomit from both exhaustion and disgust from the copious amount of blood and the obvious dead people eating living people thing. His panting slowed as he swallowed down his vomit. He could hear them clearly, though it was hard to tell if they were behind him or ahead of him. Running was the only option at this point due to the lack of not having any type of way to defend himself.

Stewart looked to his left and then to his right. "Left or right... Left or right?" Now wasn't the time for stupid decision making, he'd have time for that when he's either dead or somewhere safe. "Fuck it. Left." He turned to the left and continued running down the new hallway, not paying attention to the sounds behind the doors or the oh-so-fabulous blood decor that those things picked out for this shitty hotel. "Some vacation..." He groaned, "I knew I should've stayed my black ass in Louisiana..." Sighing through the panting, he slowed to a walk. Stewart grabbed onto a doorknob, trying the door. No luck.

Taking a deep breath and taking a step back, Stewart eyed the door. "Come on... Open please?" He narrowed his eyes, lifting up his foot and brought against the door with a bit of force, hoping that he'd kick the bastard loose. Again, no luck. "Fuck..." He whispered in an irritated tone before trying again.
Can't wait to see 'em, pal. :D
Alrighty, then. Whatever happens, I just hope we all have a good time.
Ah. Damn that's a lot. Not really a huge group kind of person, but hell, I'll give it a shot before making any decisions of leaving or not.
So will there be a cap on players here?
Name: Issac Stewart (Prefers to go by Stewart)

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Picture/description: Stewart is a young black male, with normal features and standing at approximately five foot eight. His eyes are naturally black, with well-hidden marks of sleep deprivation under them due to his lack of sleep, skin color, and the thin rimmed glasses he's never seen without. Stewart's hair is a short, black and surprisingly well kept afro. Besides the bags underneath his eyes, Stewart lacks any other discriminating features besides a small scar on the right side of his neck. His body, quite normal to be honest. Stewart isn't overly muscular, nor is he thin as a piece of paper.

Personality: Stewart is a pessimistic and very cynical person. Most of the time, he will say whatever's on his mind and won't care if he hurts the feelings or anger those around him, which did not help him during his time as a male nurse. This only aids his personality as a "realist". If things look dire, Stewart will most likely be the first to admit defeat and vice versa if the situation is in a relatively good shape. Adding more onto Stewart's overly negative attitude towards most things, he'd most likely sell out his friends if it meant prolonging his own survival for just a few hours, hell, even a couple minutes. As things are now, it's all about survival.

Biography: (To be filled out.)

Foils: Stewart has been an insomniac ever since his eighteenth birthday. Along side this, Stewart suffers from vertigo, a fear of heights, and ironically hemophobia. From time to time, he has been known to smoke a cigarette, but since the entire worlds been reduced to a hellhole, he's been smoking more frequently and painstakingly rationing his precious cigarettes.

Starting/Primary Weapon: N/A
Fixed it, but still kept it brief.
Meh. I'll pass on the co-gm.
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