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Pretty sure this RP is dead anyway.
Is this dead already? 
*Gasp* Please, everyone stay calm. There has been a breach of secure- *Gasp* security. Everyone...remain cal-
Jack opened his eyes, 'well that's a hell of a wake up call,' he thought as he sat up. He looked around and felt that slight feeling of panic one gets when waking up in an unfamiliar place before realizing where he was. 'Oh great,' he thought, 'time for another fun filled day.' Even though he knew what the trip would entail before coming, museums were definitely not his idea of a good time. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and made his way to his bag against the closet door. He hadn't bothered unpacking, partially due to the fact he was used to living out of a bag, and partially because he didn't feel it'd be worth the time all the longer they were going to be here. He grabbed the first shirt his fingers came across, a black Pink Floyd 'Dark Side of the Moon' t-shirt, and pulled it over his head. He scanned the room and found the pants he was wearing the day before crumpled next to the night stand and put them on. He pulled a black bandana out of his back pocket and walked to the mirror where he ran his fingers through his hair and tied his hair out of his eyes. His jacket was on a chair in the corner of the room, where he had tossed it upon entering the room the night before with his boots. He put them on and was about to enter the bathroom when he heard what sounded like clawing at his door. "Hold on," he yelled "I know I'm late, I'll be right out." The noise didn't stop, if anything it became louder and more determined. "Jesus Christ," he mumbled as he made his way to the door.
He ripped open the door and was going to curse whoever it was out, but before he could even make a sound a figure tumbled into the room. “Hey, what the hell's your problem!?” he half yelled at the man laying on the floor, “are you wasted or something?” The man was moaning and slowly raised his head and that is when Jack saw that the left half of his face was missing, seemingly ripped from his head. “Hey man, are you alright?” asked Jack taking a step toward the man. As if in reply the man reached out and grabbed Jack's right leg around the ankle and starting pulling it towards his mouth. Reflexively Jack kicked the man in the temple with his boot the mans grasp seemed to lose momentarily before tightening. “Come on, let me go!” Jack yelled as he landed another blow to the side of the mans head with his boot. The man didn't even seem to notice, he just continued to pull Jack's leg toward his mouth. “Seriously dude let go,” Jack said as he brought his boot down with all his force on the back of the man's head. Jack felt the man's skull cave in and his grasp deteriorate. 'What the hell was that,' Jack thought to himself looking at the man's now motionless body. The man appeared to be hotel security and Jack saw a billy club in the guard's belt, he bent over and cautiously removed it thinking to himself, 'better than nothing.'
Jack looked out the door and saw the the entire hallway was bathed in blood and corpses, some still on the ground but others were moving. He the elevators and stairs were to his left and decided they'd probably be his best option. He left the room and broke into a jog, he hoped he could get to the end of the hallway without another encounter. He only made it halfway before he had to use the billy club on the side of a lady’s head, she fell in a heap against the wall. It was now that he noticed two people at the end of the hall near the elevator, they appeared to be alright seeings how they both seemed to be holding weapons. “Hey!” he yelled, “some trip huh?”
Jack opened his eyes, 'well that's a hell of a wake up call,' he thought as he sat up. He looked around and felt that slight feeling of panic one gets when waking up in an unfamiliar place before realizing where he was. 'Oh great,' he thought, 'time for another fun filled day.' Even though he knew what the trip would entail before coming, museums were definitely not his idea of a good time. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and made his way to his bag against the closet door. He hadn't bothered unpacking, partially due to the fact he was used to living out of a bag, and partially because he didn't feel it'd be worth the time all the longer they were going to be here. He grabbed the first shirt his fingers came across, a black Pink Floyd 'Dark Side of the Moon' t-shirt, and pulled it over his head. He scanned the room and found the pants he was wearing the day before crumpled next to the night stand and put them on. He pulled a black bandana out of his back pocket and walked to the mirror where he ran his fingers through his hair and tied his hair out of his eyes. His jacket was on a chair in the corner of the room, where he had tossed it upon entering the room the night before with his boots. He put them on and was about to enter the bathroom when he heard what sounded like clawing at his door. "Hold on," he yelled "I know I'm late, I'll be right out." The noise didn't stop, if anything it became louder and more determined. "Jesus Christ," he mumbled as he made his way to the door.
He ripped open the door and was going to curse whoever it was out, but before he could even make a sound a figure tumbled into the room. “Hey, what the hell's your problem!?” he half yelled at the man laying on the floor, “are you wasted or something?” The man was moaning and slowly raised his head and that is when Jack saw that the left half of his face was missing, seemingly ripped from his head. “Hey man, are you alright?” asked Jack taking a step toward the man. As if in reply the man reached out and grabbed Jack's right leg around the ankle and starting pulling it towards his mouth. Reflexively Jack kicked the man in the temple with his boot the mans grasp seemed to lose momentarily before tightening. “Come on, let me go!” Jack yelled as he landed another blow to the side of the mans head with his boot. The man didn't even seem to notice, he just continued to pull Jack's leg toward his mouth. “Seriously dude let go,” Jack said as he brought his boot down with all his force on the back of the man's head. Jack felt the man's skull cave in and his grasp deteriorate. 'What the hell was that,' Jack thought to himself looking at the man's now motionless body. The man appeared to be hotel security and Jack saw a billy club in the guard's belt, he bent over and cautiously removed it thinking to himself, 'better than nothing.'
Jack looked out the door and saw the the entire hallway was bathed in blood and corpses, some still on the ground but others were moving. He the elevators and stairs were to his left and decided they'd probably be his best option. He left the room and broke into a jog, he hoped he could get to the end of the hallway without another encounter. He only made it halfway before he had to use the billy club on the side of a lady’s head, she fell in a heap against the wall. It was now that he noticed two people at the end of the hall near the elevator, they appeared to be alright seeings how they both seemed to be holding weapons. “Hey!” he yelled, “some trip huh?”
ooc: Like I said I'm quite out of practice, but hopefully this will do.
Name: Jack Nelson
Nickname(s): Jay
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen 18
Nationality: American
Appearance: Jack has dull hazel eyes and a little longer than shoulder length glossy black hair which is usually held out of his face with a bandana. His ears are gauged to a 0 with Punisher scull gauges, and he has his eyebrow pierced with a hoop. His face usually falls in a scowl, but not because he's always angry, it's just how his face naturally rests. He is 6'3” and a little on the chubby side, not obese but could definitely lose a few pounds and still be alright, fairly muscular but no body builder. He usually wears band tees, and ripped jeans, if it's cold enough he will wear his leather jacket. No matter the weather he wears black steel toed boots.
Personality: Jack is your typical “misunderstood” teenager/young adult. Fairly easy-going, but depending on the surrounding circumstances can be quick to anger. He usually quite quiet unless he feels he has something to contribute, and if that's the case he doesn't like to be ignored. He's the kind of guy who will take a step back and look at all options before jumping into anything. He doesn't deal well with people he doesn't feel are worth his time or are, in his opinion, annoying. He's just as happy being alone as he his with a group of people and feels that sometimes it's better that way.
Biography: Jack grew up in a single parent home, his father left when he was still an infant and he never even met him. Since his mother was a single parent she was hardly ever around due to having to work two sometimes three jobs just to keep up with the bills. This caused Jack to spend a lot of his time with his grandparents growing up, who weren't really able to handle taking care of another child, so he's used to fending for himself. When he turned thirteen he completely quit going to his grandparents and just started roaming the streets after school, if he even went. He's actually quite a smart guy especially when it comes to mathematics and sciences, even if he's grades never reflected that. He isn't sure what the future holds for him, he likes to take life one day at a time.
Other: He doesn't belong to any groups or organizations. When he was younger his grandfather would take him to his hunting camp and taught him how to handle guns, mostly hunting rifles and shotguns, with the occasional revolver. Back home he has a collection of knifes and swords, but has never had the occasion to really use them.
Name: Jack Nelson
Nickname(s): Jay
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen 18
Nationality: American
Appearance: Jack has dull hazel eyes and a little longer than shoulder length glossy black hair which is usually held out of his face with a bandana. His ears are gauged to a 0 with Punisher scull gauges, and he has his eyebrow pierced with a hoop. His face usually falls in a scowl, but not because he's always angry, it's just how his face naturally rests. He is 6'3” and a little on the chubby side, not obese but could definitely lose a few pounds and still be alright, fairly muscular but no body builder. He usually wears band tees, and ripped jeans, if it's cold enough he will wear his leather jacket. No matter the weather he wears black steel toed boots.
Personality: Jack is your typical “misunderstood” teenager/young adult. Fairly easy-going, but depending on the surrounding circumstances can be quick to anger. He usually quite quiet unless he feels he has something to contribute, and if that's the case he doesn't like to be ignored. He's the kind of guy who will take a step back and look at all options before jumping into anything. He doesn't deal well with people he doesn't feel are worth his time or are, in his opinion, annoying. He's just as happy being alone as he his with a group of people and feels that sometimes it's better that way.
Biography: Jack grew up in a single parent home, his father left when he was still an infant and he never even met him. Since his mother was a single parent she was hardly ever around due to having to work two sometimes three jobs just to keep up with the bills. This caused Jack to spend a lot of his time with his grandparents growing up, who weren't really able to handle taking care of another child, so he's used to fending for himself. When he turned thirteen he completely quit going to his grandparents and just started roaming the streets after school, if he even went. He's actually quite a smart guy especially when it comes to mathematics and sciences, even if he's grades never reflected that. He isn't sure what the future holds for him, he likes to take life one day at a time.
Other: He doesn't belong to any groups or organizations. When he was younger his grandfather would take him to his hunting camp and taught him how to handle guns, mostly hunting rifles and shotguns, with the occasional revolver. Back home he has a collection of knifes and swords, but has never had the occasion to really use them.
No worries, just wanted to make sure. I'll write something up and post it, like I said I'm quite out of practice, so if it doesn't meet your standards just let me know and I'll either try to improve upon it or leave.
I can see that, I haven't role played in quite awhile. Back when I used to often I loved the Resident Evil ones, and I think I still have some bio's I could have tweaked to make work. Let me see what I can come up with, all the adult chaperones/teachers are already dead I take it?
Hi there, I think I may be interested in this role play, but I was just wondering what type of zombies do you have in mind? Like a Resident Evil zombie or more of a fast smart zombie like in World War Z? Also would you be opposed to the group of teenagers meeting up with an older survivor like perhaps a police officer or someone with a military background?
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