MisterMonkeyFace

Zombie RP..A SERIOUS Zombie RP!! Anyone?

It should be up tonight, or tomorrow before noon us EST time. Also as a note. I have my character's personality and background, age and whatnot decided. Though If there's a specific role you'd like filled right now Tell me 'fore I finish. ;) I'm looking at the other characters right now to see what's lacking from the party.

Zombie RP..A SERIOUS Zombie RP!! Anyone?

I'll have a sheet up soon. Monkey like.

Fantasy - Cave exploration - PC death expected!

Ooook ook ook OOOOKOOOK

In other words, I'd be interested in getting my grubby little monkeypaws in it.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Uncle sam needs me to sleep in a tent for two weeks, so I'm gonna be gone for two weeks after the second of June. If I find internet in that timeframe I'll post, but it's very very very unlikely. Especially considering I'm not taking my computer. :P

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

When the door was pulled open, the smell of decay in the room strengthened tenfold, almost enough to make Nick gag. Though the body in the closet lie still and lifeless, the head split into two grisly halves that hung off of the neck. Nick let himself gag then, lowering the bat he held. The young man grunted in disgust and slowly crouched to pull the corpse out of the closet by its rotten foot. "Let's get this out of the way..." He muttered and left it closer to the center of the room to rummage in the closet. "Clothes... Clothes..." Just when he was about to give up and was backing out of the closet, the young man paused and lifted a light blue box from the corner. "Hmmm I wonder..." When opened, it revealed nothing more than some child's stash of candy. "Just sweets, but at least we weren't attacked right? Let's find the others."

Marc sidled along the wall to allow Andrew room to enter before he crept forward carefully towards the pool table. He leaned down and pushed his spear under the table, probing with it to try and find anything that may be a threat. Nothing. That he found at least... "Unless you see another dark area, the room's clear." Was all Mark said as he started to rummage through the shelves near the fireplace. A weapon cleaning kit, probably for the rifle and... A small lockbox. What could be in it? They'd found out if they found a key... Or somewhere to smash it open. "Find anything?" The ex-soldier asked, sliding what he'd found into the pack he wore.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Base what you can do off of what you believe your character could realistically do.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Nick took the lighter and held it out toward the room before sliding his thumb down the steel roller to light it. The dark room was illuminated by the small dancing flame, making shadows along the wall move in haunting harmony. It appeared to be a bedroom, the bed nestled in the corner and a small nightstand. The carpet in the center was covered with the sickly brown of dry blood and a trail led to the closet off to his and Annie's right. "I think it's clear..." He muttered softly and advanced forward only to stop suddenly when he looked at the closet and offered Annie the lighter. "Hold this, and open the door... If anything's inside I'll smash it." When and if she took it, he gripped his bat tight and positioned himself to see inside.

Marc crept toward the door he'd been pointed toward and gingerly pushed it open, wary of any hands that may reach out of the darkness to grab him. He peered inside and glanced around... It appeared to be a dimly lit recreation room. A small fireplace sat in the center of the back wall and above it a gun rack proudly presented nothing but air, unaware that its resident rifle had gone. A pool table was in the center, too dark to see under and off to the left a TV and a couch. "Looks clear..." He mumbled, stepping in forward before pressing his back against the wall. "Stay cautious."

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

I'm sorry, I had to leave sooner than I expected, didn't have internet for a bit. My post'll be up within an hour or two.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Yeah I'm still here. I forgot to check for dookie's post after a while. I'll have my post up tonight or tomorrow morning..

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

(I'm so sorry, I thought I'd posted.)

Nick slowly advanced into the house, scanning the area for a few moments. When the first room proved to be empty, he advanced down the hallway to the left weapon ready. When the young man saw nothing, he cracked open one of the doors and peered within, but not before glancing back to check on his group. The room was too dark to see anything inside, so he pushed the door open and beckoned backward with one arm hoping someone had a light.

Marc waited, tensed and ready to thrust his spear into whatever enemy may threaten them. When Andrew lifted his finger, he shifted a bit and exhaled slowly, glancing at the other house for just a moment. He couldn't see inside, so he just waited for Andrew to continue with the door silently, on edge. Every enclosed space was life or death. Your life could be ended in just a second... Something he'd worried enough about before the fungus took over.