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The Infected

Ten years ago, a terrible outbreak began to spread all over the world. At first, people showed very unusual signs. Blood shot red eyes, yellowing of the teeth and fingers nails, and the urge to bite others. Hospitals couldn't help and the military didn't know what to do. Next thing you knew, your best friend was being eaten alive by your neighbor. There was no way to escape and almost nowhere to hide. People weren't people anymore. They became cannibalistic monsters of the undead. Once bitten, you'd become one too. Not many survivors are left and hope for the human race is slowly beginning to fade. If you were lucky, you made it to Hope Mountain. It's too cold for The Infected and they freeze before they make it all the way to the top. Lucky for us humans, we can make it there with no harm. The top is cold, not too bad. It's survivable. But we're tired of surviving. We want to live. There's been talk of a possible cure and if it's out there somewhere, we've got to find it.

((Ok, so I suck at writing the plot. But basically, zombie Apocalypse and we're fighting back to save the human race! I'm from a very different RP site that was shut down about two years ago. It was called Max-dan-wiz.com. We might've done things a little different there. The way I set this up and stuff. But I hope we can all RP together and have some fun!))

Bio-
Name: Daisy Morris

Nickname: N/a

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Personality: Daisy is very outgoing and sometimes outspoken. But that doesn’t get in the way of her meeting new people. She’s tough, almost fearless, and ready for anything. Don’t let her tough cookie attitude fool you. When she’s scared, she has no problem with admitting it, backing out, or definitely quitting. Yep, she’s a quitter. Daisy is impatient and at times she can have quite the temper. When she’s really upset, her face turns red and she balls up her fists at her sides. She’s not the type to start fights, but she won’t back down from one either. She doesn’t like to talk about her feelings much, but when she does, she lets you have it. This little spunky fireball isn’t as tough as she seems. When you get to know her, she’s one of the nicest people you could ever meet. She loves to talk and her smile can brighten your day! She’s a bit of a goofball and if you’re watching, you can see her making funny faces at people. She loves to laugh and finds even the corniest jokes funny. She's doesn't like to cry. She hates it. Daisy will fight back tears as if her life depended on it. So if you see her crying you know something serious has happened.

History: Daisy was 9 years old when the spread of the outbreak began. Her and her parents wasted no time finding a new place to live. They've all seen zombie movies and they knew the outcome of that. Just as things were coming to total crap, they left the city and began their year long journey to Hope Mountain. On the way, they'd met people, grouped up, and also lost many in the process of their journey. Eventually, they'd made it. No, Daisy doesn't have a tragic back story, but she's seen some things that would make any other person go nuts. Daisy also has asthma. It's not bad, but when she's having an episode, she rarely knows what to do. She hasn't had a serious asthma attack since she was a small child. But she keeps an inhaler with her at all times. She never tells anyone about her 'issue' as she likes to call it. She doesn't want anyone to think of her as weak.

Specialty/Talents: Daisy is good with a gun and pocket knife. She has a knack for making explosives and is decent when it comes to hand to hand combat.

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Rules: PLEASE READ
- I don't like one liners, that's why I chose this forum to post in. But listen, I'm not looking for a bunch of paragraphs. I mean, you can if you want. But I won't be posting a crap ton of paragraphs for just one reply. Take it easy, relax and have some fun.
-You're not invincible. If you're fighting a zombie or some other person, make it realistic. Characters get tired, they make mistakes. Don't be invincible.
- IF YOU WANT TO KILL OFF A CHARACTER BUT STILL RP. MAKE TWO IF YOU WANT. KILL ONE OFF AND KEEP THE OTHER. Makes it fun
- If you read the rules write 'zombie' at the end of your bio
-No gettin' freaky with it. If you wana do that, do a time skip please :)
- Language? Whatever. Just don't get yourself (or me) in trouble with the website.
-Also, I still don't quite know how to work the site, so my picture probably won't load. Idk. Sorry if it doesn't.
-Our characters don't have to know each other in the beginning. We can meet, etc, blah blah blah.
-No godmodding
-Let's try to have some fun, not everything has to be serious! :)

This Means War

After about an hour it was completely dark outside. We'd all decided not to make a fire so we could stay hidden, so the cave was dark too. Christy, the others, and I all began to talk for a bit until we fell asleep. Every two hours we'd switch and keep watch. Watching for the enemy and making sure Sam was okay.

I was the first one awake the next day. I sat with my legs crossed, leaning up against the cave wall and looking at the rays of sun shining through the waterfall. It was very pretty and I'd never seen anything like it before. The light breaths of everyone in the cave filled my ears. It was almost time for us to go. Our ride would be here soon. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and grabbed my bags, slinging them over my back. I hated to wake everyone up but it had to be done.
"It's about time to go, guys." I looked around. None of the men budged, but Penelope and Christy slowly opened their eyes. I'd leave it to them to get everyone else up.

This Means War

"Yeah." I nodded. "We're going back in the morning." I gave him a small smile. "So you should be able to go to the health center and get properly taken care of." I looked around to see everyone coming inside. I wanted to go out and look at the sky as the sun set, but I wasn't sure if that would be such a good idea. Propping my bag up behind me, I relaxed a little more and leaned on my back, crossing one leg over the other and drawing little circles in the dirt with my finger on the cave floor.

This Means War

Eventually, I'd figured out where to sit my bags and sat down, leaning against the cave wall. It'd be getting dark soon and that meant we wouldn't have any light. That is unless we lit a fire but I was pretty sure that wasn't an option for tonight. We wouldn't want to get caught or anything. Ten minutes or so later, they were bringing Sam in to settle down. He was all bandaged up and he looked very tired. "You doin' alright?" I asked, tilting my head once they sat him down.

This Means War

Sitting on a nearby rock, I began to rub my temples. It had been a long day. So much had happened. We ran into a Jaxlor, killed that guy, fell down a ditch, Sam got kidnapped, and we wrecked an entire Jaxlor camp. Now we were hiding in their territory. I just hoped we'd make it until morning. I glanced behind me at Sam who I could tell was in a lot of pain. Luke was almost done fixing him up so soon we would all be hiding behind the waterfall in the cave. With a sigh, I stood up and began to grab some bags, walking over to the waterfall and looking for the entrance to the cave. I wanted to be able to put our stuff up but I didn't want to get wet in the process.

This Means War

"Hmm?" Sam called my name. I listened to him as he began to speak. When he was done, I tilted my head, getting ready to reply. "It's not your fault for getting kidnapped. You didn't know they'd be looking for us. Or that they'd be by that pond." I gave him a small smile. "Don't say sorry, you have nothing to apologize for. Just sit back and let Luke finish patching you up. That way you can get some rest."

This Means War

I dug through the bag again and pulled out the blanket they'd provided us with. With my knife, I cut a square off and poured some water over it. Gently, I began to wipe off the dried bits of blood and dirt from his face. "Sorry if this hurts." I said, trying to be as gently as possible. When I was done, I sat back and let Luke patch him up. I didn't want to be in the way and if he had special training, I was sure his help would be a lot more effective than mine.

This Means War

"Yeah, that'd be nice." I have Luke a smile, taking the bag from Penelope and handing it to Luke. Turning to Sam, I knelt down and waited for Luke to get the first aid kit from the bag. Once he dad, I grabbed a canteen of water and took the top off. "First off, you need something to drink." I said to Sam. "Can you hold the bottle up on your own or do you need some help?" I asked.

This Means War

"Well we ran into some trouble along the way." I laughed a little. "Get the first aid kid out so I can take care of Sam." I said and she nodded, walking before the waterfall and emerging with a pack.
"Wait, where do you want me to take this?" She asked, holding the bag in the air and tilting her head. "Or like, should I just take it back in the cave?" She looked to Sam, then to me. "Geez, what happened to you? Trip and fall?" She joked.

This Means War

"Ok, if you say so." I said with a shrug. I walked ahead with the rest of the group. "So where is it?" I asked.
"You see that pond up ahead? With the waterfall?" Slacks said. "Your friends found a spot right behind the waterfall in it. There's a cave. It's dry and will hide us if any Jaxlor's come around."
"How are we gonna get Sam in there?" I frowned.
"He can just walk behind it. Or through it. Whatever suits him." Slacks replied.
We'd finally reached the pond and waterfall that they mentioned. I could see Penelope sitting at the edge of the pond with her legs dangling in the water.