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STATUS: People please I beg you! be creative when creating new RPs! no supernatural school shit!! There's enough already!! and its getting old! be creative! do something no one thought about!!! 9 yrs ago
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People please I beg you! be creative when creating new RPs! no supernatural school shit!! There's enough already!! and its getting old! be creative! do something no one thought about!!!
9 yrs ago
God! can you guys stop posting RPs about supernatural schools!!? Be creative for fucks sake! >.<
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The road was red, blood red. Dead people walking by the street as Greg drove his jeep to union city. It wasn't far, just a few miles ahead and he is in union city.
He reached his destination at dawn, "Green leaf for elderly daycare"..as he feared, it was overrun with those horrid things. Dead walking and dead crawling. Greg was devastated, horrified, he was sad.. he thought about stepping out of his vehicle, but it would cost him his life. A few zombies crawled to the car, a bunch walked to it. He cried as he bumped his forehead on the steering wheel. Their sounds, their growls.. it ate him from inside. Couldn't help but make him think about how his mother suffered from this horrible creatures.
"I should be heading to the stadium" he thought. What once was a beautiful, peaceful, quaint place is now a living hell, with the dead roaming free. There were screams all around. He couldn't help anyone with the hordes on the street.
The stadium was a couple of footsteps ahead. He parked his car in a parking lot in front of an abandoned clinic. Before stepping out he scanned the area around his car, it was clear to go. He grabbed his machete and crimson combat knife and sheathed them in. His 9mm hand gun tucked between his back and pants. Opened the back door and reached for his M16, grabbing a box of ammunition and his backpack along with the M19
He walked to the entrance of the stadium, only to find out it is overrun with zombies, blood all over the place. He halted for a moment not knowing what to do next.
He reached his destination at dawn, "Green leaf for elderly daycare"..as he feared, it was overrun with those horrid things. Dead walking and dead crawling. Greg was devastated, horrified, he was sad.. he thought about stepping out of his vehicle, but it would cost him his life. A few zombies crawled to the car, a bunch walked to it. He cried as he bumped his forehead on the steering wheel. Their sounds, their growls.. it ate him from inside. Couldn't help but make him think about how his mother suffered from this horrible creatures.
"I should be heading to the stadium" he thought. What once was a beautiful, peaceful, quaint place is now a living hell, with the dead roaming free. There were screams all around. He couldn't help anyone with the hordes on the street.
The stadium was a couple of footsteps ahead. He parked his car in a parking lot in front of an abandoned clinic. Before stepping out he scanned the area around his car, it was clear to go. He grabbed his machete and crimson combat knife and sheathed them in. His 9mm hand gun tucked between his back and pants. Opened the back door and reached for his M16, grabbing a box of ammunition and his backpack along with the M19
He walked to the entrance of the stadium, only to find out it is overrun with zombies, blood all over the place. He halted for a moment not knowing what to do next.
@AbysmalDemon its best to leave the time unmentioned. Posting with time will only complicate things.
@Twhirtley yes. Just drop a character sheet so that I can review it.
@AbysmalDemon you can start wherever you like, as long as you end up In union city. And if you wanted to start In union city its fine.
@MisterMonkeyFace no apologies needed. :)
Greg was given orders to go back to Union city, to contaminate the infected. It was good news to Greg, he is visiting home. Visiting his beloved mother was the first thought he had as he left the office, he smiled at the thought of hugging his mother. Three years he haven't seen her. Since he was promoted from first Lieutenant to Captain.
Deep in his heart he was sick worried, worried that she might have not endured this infection. Or that "Green leaf for elderly day care" was overrun with infected cannibals "Zombies". Greg took a deep breath and exhaled in worry. He was anxious yet scared, confused but determined. "She'll be fine relax" he reassured himself. Looking up to the clear blue skies he frowned, to the thought that he might not survive."My life doesn't count, its the people that matter" he said in determination. Pulled his car keys from his pocket and headed to his car in the parking lot. There it was his black jeep, his little darling so he called it.
The engine made a strong sound of roar as he started the car, it was hot inside, the leather made it hard to sit on the chair, "Oooh" Greg let out a moan as he held the driving wheel, he closed the driver's door shut and put on his sun glasses.
Shifting the gear from "P" to "R" he noticed a figure standing at the back of the car, he honked but no response came back, he honked again, yet no response. "Sir are you F***ing deaf?!" Greg yelled as he opened the door to confront whoever stood there when suddenly the man growled loudly and ran towards Greg. Greg knew then what "it" was, he shut the door quickly and pulled his gun from the storage compartment, the zombie was already on his window, drooling. trying to get in, trying to take a bite. Greg's heart started to pound really hard and fast. He opened the window a bit, aimed his gun to the fore head and bam! The zombie dropped dead.
Greg opened the door, only to find out that this zombie was one of their soldiers, thats how he probably got in this secured military facility. "Damn..he looks young." Greg thought as he closed the door and started his log ride..to Union city.
Deep in his heart he was sick worried, worried that she might have not endured this infection. Or that "Green leaf for elderly day care" was overrun with infected cannibals "Zombies". Greg took a deep breath and exhaled in worry. He was anxious yet scared, confused but determined. "She'll be fine relax" he reassured himself. Looking up to the clear blue skies he frowned, to the thought that he might not survive."My life doesn't count, its the people that matter" he said in determination. Pulled his car keys from his pocket and headed to his car in the parking lot. There it was his black jeep, his little darling so he called it.
The engine made a strong sound of roar as he started the car, it was hot inside, the leather made it hard to sit on the chair, "Oooh" Greg let out a moan as he held the driving wheel, he closed the driver's door shut and put on his sun glasses.
Shifting the gear from "P" to "R" he noticed a figure standing at the back of the car, he honked but no response came back, he honked again, yet no response. "Sir are you F***ing deaf?!" Greg yelled as he opened the door to confront whoever stood there when suddenly the man growled loudly and ran towards Greg. Greg knew then what "it" was, he shut the door quickly and pulled his gun from the storage compartment, the zombie was already on his window, drooling. trying to get in, trying to take a bite. Greg's heart started to pound really hard and fast. He opened the window a bit, aimed his gun to the fore head and bam! The zombie dropped dead.
Greg opened the door, only to find out that this zombie was one of their soldiers, thats how he probably got in this secured military facility. "Damn..he looks young." Greg thought as he closed the door and started his log ride..to Union city.
Great then I shall post in the IC right away!
@AbysmalDemon just copy it from there and post it in the CS.
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