MisterMonkeyFace

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

We seem to have a few who vanished, sadly.

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

Slowly, Marc nodded as he thought about it and looked at the map. It was a decent size town, so the infected would be large in number. He sighed after a few minutes and looked up to Andrew. I'm sure we could have a few people go and look in some of the buildings on just the edge of the town... Scout and check the general number of infected just walking around, find a house to hole up in for a night if things go too late, or just incase shit hits the fan." Once more, the young man looked to the map and run his finger along the road that lead up to it. "If we're keeping to the road anyway, we'll be passing through some of it anyway by the looks of it. Or were you planning on taking another route?"

WWII era proxy wars AU NRP

I want a legion of men armed with badgers tied to sticks.

WWII era proxy wars AU NRP

we're city states in sid meier's! Hell yeah.

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

Nick's gonna end up getting groin-shot.

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

Marc had strode to the center of the camp and silently watched Emilie douse the fire with a container of unpotable water the group kept for just that. He stood for a few moments, fuming at his brother and worrying about how he was going to get himself killed before finally kicking at one of the bits of moist, charred wood with a grunt as she walked away to do her business. Slowly, his gaze turned to the sky as he thought wistfully about feeling safe, thumbs looping into the belt loops of his fatigues. He wore his old uniform because it was sturdy, had lots of pockets, and... It had been in his rucksack when he'd grabbed it that first day and loaded it with food eaten long ago. The young man sighed and then looked around the camp, cocking an eyebrow as he watched Rena swing about the trees and then land... "Wish I'd learned to do shit like that before all this..." Then he spotted Andrew with the map and strode up and would have peered over the other man's shoulder if he weren't a measly 5"7'. Though he did speak up despite the fact Andrew had yelled for Earl. "What's the issue?"

Nick finished packing his bedroll and whatnot into the dufflebag he had for it, shotgun on his back as he held the bat leaned back on his shoulder. He grinned just a little bit and stretched his neck, looking around for something to do. After a few moments of debating, he reached down and picked up his duffle, carrying it with him as he moved over to Elise and Sarah, a grin painted across his face. He was convinced to the core that all of Elise's sourness was an act, and he was trying to make her drop it. Sarah was just... Well, she was sweet enough, but she'd not said much to him. "Good morning ladies," He began, looking at them both in turn. "And how'd you sleep?"

The Viral Immediacy (+SwordShifters)

I like the first one. Nice twist on the infectious virus.

The second... It's interesting. I'd give it a shot depending on how many rps I was in... One currently.

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

Awesome. I was assuming headshot, buuuut. I like to be clear on things. Thankya.

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

Fair enough. Though before I forget again, from your description of the infected, it seems to me they're the sort that would go down from just about anything that would take down a normal human. (Other than pain.) Would I be correct in this? Or are they the classic headshot sort.

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

I'd thought everyone had gone, my bad. I should check these things more, huh?