Zombie apocalypse Roleplay.

[XPandaXzX]

The car rumbled down the highway, humming quietly. It was new, definitely expensive. Shining white on the outside, slick black leather with wood paneling on the inside. Okay very expensive. The two men"escorting" me to the "wellness" center seemed unnaturally stiff. I gently gripped my right hand. Massaging the white scars covering it. Sure it's a "wellness" center. So I can learn, they said. "To learn what?! To learn how to deal with my best friend being a terrorist?!" I can't focus on those memories. Besides after this god forsaken car ride is over I ca- "Aah!" I cry out from the shock of being slammed against the seat in front of me."Awh s***! Look at all this traffic! Uh sorry kid. I slammed on the brakes." Said the man stiffly. I recover quickly from the shock of being slammed into the seat. I level my shoulders and smile sweetly at him, "It's okay! It's not the apocalypse, or anything." I watch as the two men squirmed. A smirk emerges onto my lips. They hated knowing I am a kind person. Actually, they hated knowing I was a person at all. They were used to bringing in hardened criminals, not 14 year old girls who had done nothing wrong.

I turned my attention to the sky. There was a chance I wouldn't see it for weeks, maybe months. Depending on the kind of "treatment" I was going to get. Maybe it was a real wellness center. Even if it was, I wouldn't be staying long. I reached into the beautifully crafted leather should bag. I had gotten it when I had gone to Montana with my Father. That had been a fun trip. I smile thinking of the rich meat I had eaten. The people I had met. The beautiful scenery. But that was in the past. The smile fades, along with the warmth of happiness. I shake off the feelings. Happiness causes regret. I can't have regret for what I'm going to do. I feel my fingers touch the cool metal. Thank god they didn't see it. I had planned this out 3 weeks ago. Due to how far away this wellness center is, we'll be arriving at around one in the morning. Since it's to late, they'll take me to my room and allow me to bathe, and clean up. Doing all the security procedures in the morning. But I wouldn't be making it to the morning. I look at the bag again. It's stuffed to the bring with morning bars,snacks,water bottles and soda. It bulges out in random places making it look funny.


I take out a granola bar, peeling the wrapper off quickly. It's peanut butter flavored. My favorite. I sink my teeth into the bar, taking my time. The two men begin to talk. Their tones annoyed and frustrated. "At this rate we'll never get into Portland!" Said the man in the passenger seat. His stiff form crumbling from anger. "I can't get a damn signal on this stupid thing!" He yelled out again. "Uhm, sir?" I ask, making sure to sound as nice as possible. The man in the passenger seat turned. His tone back to a firm stiff tone. "Yes what is it?" he asks. "It's five o'clock right? It's rush hour. If you take a left up here it's a shortcut into Portland." The man allowed a stiff smile. "Thanks, kid. That helps a bunch.". I nod and smile in response. I see the guilt in his eyes. It confirms my worst fear. It's a "wellness" center. I start to remember, terrible terrible pain. Not for long, because a wild scream filled with fear and pain cry's out waking me from my memory's. I know the scream. All to well. But it's filled with another thing, something so distinct you know it anywhere. The sound of death.
Side note! I'm having so much fun writing these! I'm so glad I found this thread. <3

 

[BritishShoop]

Just a thought guys, could you ask some other people to come here and post their stories too?
(also, thanks to Jokersmaze and Panda for coming and posting their stories :3 I really like the 'world' you've created!)
Edit - Actually, would you two mind if I tied in the idea of the 'wellness' camps? Not tied into your stories (unless you want it to ) I just think its a really cool idea and once I read about them in your stories i started getting a few ideas

 

[Matt_The Dreamer]

Just a thought guys, could you ask some other people to come here and post their stories too?
(also, thanks to Jokersmaze and Panda for coming and posting their stories :3 I really like the 'world' you've created!)

These are great. I'm happy now

 

[BritishShoop]

Continuation of Harry's story -
I stepped out into the empty alleyway. I looked up to find the sun but it was obscured by the buildings either side, to my left was an open street; as I walked towards it I wondered 'Where have all of the zombies gone? There were hundreds walking around last night, and now theyre gone?' Reaching the street I noticed a number of bodies littering the road, strange thing was, they looked human, or at least more so than your average zombie. They still had fairly normal-looking skin and the majority were sprawled next to a weapon of some sort. 'This doesn't add up... They should be at least chewed or mauled in some way...' I trained my gun on the head of the nearest body and slowly approached, I was within two foot and the body still hadn't stirred. I tentatively reached down and rolled the body over, it was then that I saw that the Right side of the corpse's head was blown wide open. He had been murdered, with a single bullet to the head. 'What the fu-' I was cut short by a glint in the corner of my eye. I stood up and turned towards the source, which came from the top of the building at the end of the road.Squinting, I could make out an outline of a person, then a flash, a short whistling sound and then a low thunk. 'HUURRKK!' I gasped. The bullet slammed into the square centre of my chest. Reeling back from the impact, I grasped at the wound. My vision was blurred and I was getting dizzy. I pulled my hand away from my chest and it was soaked in blood. I'd been shot before, but never this badly. I dropped to my knees, clutching at the hole, trying to stem the flow of viscous red liquid, now poring down my chest. 'Not like this...' I tried to utter, but to no avail. I was slowly getting weaker and fell backwards, now staring up at a blue, cloudless sky...
To be continued?...

 

[Starfoxboy55]

OH GOD I BETTER CONTINUE

He tried to back up the best he could from the zombies, holding his shotgun hard. He got up as fast as he could, the sharp pain still in his leg. He could see a part of the airport now, as he ran faster. He could hear the zombies getting farther away. He stopped running as fast, but he still ran like hell. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the same plane. Only this time it was going down. Down....down....down...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
An explosion hit the ground, not to far from Hunter, as he heard ringing noises. He couldn't hear his feet on the ground. He couldn't hear the fire of the crash. He could only hear ringing....ringing...
He needed to deal with that problem later. Now he just wished there was another plane at the broken down airport.


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Finally, the airport.
He still couldn't hear, but looked around as he quickly pulled out his shotgun. The boy quickly scanned the area and widened his eyes when he saw three zombies, eating one's flesh. Should I use my ammo? Should I just quietly walk around? These questions rushed through Hunter's head as he stared, dumbly.
One zombie's head lifted up, as did the other two. They looked in his direction as Hunter, by instinct, stepped back and fired one wild shot.
Six ammo left.
It hit a pole, going right through it, as Hunter, frightened, fired another one.
Five ammo left.
Surprisingly, one zombie went down, laying next to the victim. Hunter realized his chances and shot another one, not caring to aim.
Four ammo left.
It didn't hit both of them.
Now he decided to aim.
He closed one eye, as he pulled up his shotgun to eye view. His hands were shaky as he fired another shot.
Three ammo left.
It didn't hit, considering the shakiness of his hands. He decided to fire another one, trying to concentrate while pulling the trigger.
Two ammo left.
Another one missed.
Now he had to kill both of them, in two shots. Or run away, or get eaten.
He couldn't run away now.
They were so close.
Hunter desperately fired another shot.
One ammo left.
It didn't hit.
He shot another one.
Zero ammo left.
He had no ammo now. He didn't have melee either. He was defenseless, right next to two zombies...

To be continued...

 

[fushi]

Survivor Name: Mizu
Age: 17
Back story: Was a pilot for Zephyr-11, known worldwide for being one of the only survivors of his plane crash.
Special Abilities (Keep it real, no supernatural powers) : He's a god of the technology world. He built a plane (not a rocket) that could fly into space in two days.
Weapon of choice: Katana, or a wrench if he can find one.
Appearance: Somewhat strong, long black hair, faded orange hoodie, "Avionics" tattoo. Somewhat large scar on his left arm.
In a group or alone?: He was in a group, but the rest of them died off.
If in a group, how many other survivors are there and what are their names?: N/A
Starting location (What city/ town/ country do they begin their journey in?): Kyoto (hometown).

Theo, if you're reading this, I'm hinting at some Avia stuff.

Oh, and by the way Matt, this is an amazing thread. Kudos <3

Also, don't panic if my chapter takes up seventeen posts okay :c

 

[XPandaXzX]

Just a thought guys, could you ask some other people to come here and post their stories too?
(also, thanks to Jokersmaze and Panda for coming and posting their stories :3 I really like the 'world' you've created!)
Edit - Actually, would you two mind if I tied in the idea of the 'wellness' camps? Not tied into your stories (unless you want it to ) I just think its a really cool idea and once I read about them in your stories i started getting a few ideas

Uhm sure. ;D I guess I should explain what the "wellness" center is. It's a cover for like a government facility, kinda where they take people to be questioned or disappear. The reason my character "Sierra" is going is because her friend was a terrorist as you can guess.
EDIT - If you want to tie them in somehow, just message me or something. ;D I think the thread will be a lot more.. real if some story's tie together in some way.

 

[Matt_The Dreamer]

Part 3
Hatfield was a graveyard, bodies broken and eaten were strewn everywhere. The wreckage of cars and bikes in parts over the road. We cautiously walked among the destruction. Carful to check each corner for biters or perhaps something even worse. Joe kept his eyes fixed on the job at hand, it was obvious he was trying not to think about Mazie, poor girl. I still couldn't believe we just left her on the farm to die, we should've done something, put her out of her misery.... I decided to pipe up and ask him a question, something that had been bugging me for hours.

"Where's your shotgun?"
Joe stopped scanning the street and looked at me, his eyes dark and foreboding. He tapped his head with his fingers and said:
" Left it at the farm, didn't have time to get it when.... she.... was attacked" Joe started to tear up again, I shouldn't have said anything, I had to comfort him. At least to get him more focused.
"We can't break down Joe, Mazie wouldn't have wanted that. Instead, use your anger and sadness to fight the biters, the ones that really deserve it."
".........Ok" Joe said finally. Thank god he had calmed down, losing one of your family is never hard. I remembered when my Mum had leukaemia, all she wanted for us to not cry and to let her go. I'll never forget her last words.
"Matthew, be strong, for your family, for yourself, for the word"
At the time I didn't understand what she meant, be strong for the world? It didn't make sense, but now I understand. perhaps she didn't mean it this way or perhaps dying people are clairvoyant.

"We're here" Joe muttered under his breath.
His voice sprung me from my thoughts, he was right, the main street of Hatfield. A line of shopping centres of all names on one side: GAME, Co-op, Primark. One the other were the old buildings of old Hatfield: The church, the library and the police station. I remember this vaguely, once when we were driving to Scotland we stopped at Hatfield to watch the festival of life, a yearly event there. But the banners had been taken down, and the streets weren't full of death and violence. We saw what we assumed was the library, a large brown building with many windows on either side. The place looked like it had been renovated from another building to become a library. In fact the only defining features that showed it was a library was the sign on the door and the horde of biters banging on it. There was 30 there at least, too many for the two of us. We assumed the survivors were still inside, but there was no way of telling. Two empty bookcases had been piled against the door obstructing all view from the outside.
"We need to find another way around." I whispered, the biters were near, anything above would've given us away.
"I agree..... Look." Joe pointed to a small alleyway beside the Library.
"They'd see us if we went there" I said. The place was right next to the biters. I couldn't see a way of not alerting them by going there.
" We have to try. Weren't you the one who wanted to meet these people?"
Joe was right, I couldn't see another way in there besides that alley. We had to take the chance if we wanted to find them. Slowly we stepped towards the alley. Preparing to run in a hurry. We sidled along, until....
"CRASH".
I looked behind me, Joe had tripped onto the floor, but more seriously he had made a noise. The biters were turning, obviously to see what the noise was. I wondered what they would think if they saw a human.
"Mmmmm Fresh meat! Yum Yum Yum." was my first thought. But who knows. Quickly I picked Joe off the floor and ran like my life was in danger. Surprisingly Joe was a better runner than I was, soon overtaking me and heading to the alley. As soon as I turned the corner I saw something brilliant, A ladder. I shouted to Jow who had the same idea and was trying to pull it down with his knife.
"Get that thing down, I'll defend you!"
I said it more confident then I felt, how was I supposed to kill 30+ biters? I had trouble killing 5 the first days. Though I held my hammer high and brought it down on the first biter who turned into the alley. A biter in his 40'swearing a ill fitting business suit. I brought down biter after biter, each one going down after a couple of blows to the head. Joe was still working on the ladder, he was having trouble climbing the ladder to release it for me. I was backing away further and further. After each walker I killed another 3 took it's place. Soon I could feel Joe with my back. Joe gave up on the ladder and turned to help me, stabbing biter after biter. Within 5 seconds he took out 5 or 6.
"You ****, you killed my daughter and I'm gonna kill all of you!"
We now had our backs against the wall, fighting off as many biters as we could. But we were tiring, each swing felt weaker and underpowered. My swings were missing. A biter grabbed Joe, as I tried to kill it one grabbed me too. I fought it off. The ugly thing was baring it's teeth trying to get me. I snarled at it and tried to bring my hand to kill it, it was no good, all I could do was try and fight it off, try and survive until.....
"BAM, BAM, BAM!" The head of the walker exploded into a red mist on my face. Joe's had too and he was picking up his knife he had dropped to kill any other walkers. The woman stood in front of me. Two men with a gruff beard on one an a clean shaven with spectacles on the other. The woman was black, she worse her hair in braids and she was wearing combat fatigues.
"I hope you have a good reason for being here, you just wasted my ammo"
"What?" I stared dumbfounded
"Welcome to Hatfield. Crappiest place on Earth"[/quote]

 

[BritishShoop]

Continued...
I don't remember much about waking up, but my first thought was that I was in heaven. I was lying down, looking up at the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She had curling scarlet-red hair, tied back into a ponytail and bright green eyes. 'Oh! You're awake!' she gasped. 'I saw you get hit by that sniper and pulled you away and patched you up best I could. I'm surprised you survived, the round tore right through you and left a nasty exit wound. You'll be sore for a couple of weeks and the shot broke a rib or two, so take it easy for a while' She was British, like myself. I sat up, I had been laid onto a tabletop in what looked like a pharmacy store room. 'I... Th-Thank you.' I looked down at my bare chest which was now wrapped in bandages, with a large bloodstain in the centre. 'While I was bandaging you... I couldnt help but notice those scars, on your arms and wrists... There are rather a lot of them...' The scars she was referring to were the result of torture in a wellness centre when I was 20. The authorities were trying to get me to give information on a drug boss who had hired me to use my 'talents' to assist in funding a new venture of his, in exchange for a share in the money made from his 'product'. In short, I was hesitant on revealing my past to the woman who had just saved my life. To be honest, with the things I've done, I didnt deserve such kindness. 'I... They...' Oh! I'm sorry if I brought up and bad memories or anything! I shouldn't ha-' I raised my hand to cut her off 'No it's fine' I smiled. 'I'd just... Rather not talk about it. But anyway, I still don't know your name' 'Roselyn, but you can call me Rose if you want, everyone does. Or at least they used to...' 'A beautiful name for a beautiful woman' I grinned. She smiled and raised an eyebrow. 'And what should I call you? Casanova?' 'Im Harry, and I can't thank you enough for saving me. How did you keep me alive? I before I passed out, I remember a lot of bloodloss.' 'I used a lighter to heat up a strip of metal to cauterise the wound, then found some bandages and ointment on the shelves in here. I was also a trainee nurse, before all... 'this' happened...'

Right, I've run out of dialogue for now, but I'll contine later
Oh and I apologise for my chapters being massive blocks of text. I'm writing on a phone which makes structure a bit tricky

 

[Starfoxboy55]

Part 3
Hatfield was a graveyard, bodies broken and eaten were strewn everywhere. The wreckage of cars and bikes in parts over the road. We cautiously walked among the destruction. Carful to check each corner for biters or perhaps something even worse. Joe kept his eyes fixed on the job at hand, it was obvious he was trying not to think about Mazie, poor girl. I still couldn't believe we just left her on the farm to die, we should've done something, put her out of her misery.... I decided to pipe up and ask him a question, something that had been bugging me for hours.

"Where's your shotgun?"
Joe stopped scanning the street and looked at me, his eyes dark and foreboding. He tapped his head with his fingers and said:
" Left it at the farm, didn't have time to get it when.... she.... was attacked" Joe started to tear up again, I shouldn't have said anything, I had to comfort him. At least to get him more focused.
"We can't break down Joe, Mazie wouldn't have wanted that. Instead, use your anger and sadness to fight the biters, the ones that really deserve it."
".........Ok" Joe said finally. Thank god he had calmed down, losing one of your family is never hard. I remembered when my Mum had leukaemia, all she wanted for us to not cry and to let her go. I'll never forget her last words.
"Matthew, be strong, for your family, for yourself, for the word"
At the time I didn't understand what she meant, be strong for the world? It didn't make sense, but now I understand. perhaps she didn't mean it this way or perhaps dying people are clairvoyant.

"We're here" Joe muttered under his breath.
His voice sprung me from my thoughts, he was right, the main street of Hatfield. A line of shopping centres of all names on one side: GAME, Co-op, Primark. One the other were the old buildings of old Hatfield: The church, the library and the police station. I remember this vaguely, once when we were driving to Scotland we stopped at Hatfield to watch the festival of life, a yearly event there. But the banners had been taken down, and the streets weren't full of death and violence. We saw what we assumed was the library, a large brown building with many windows on either side. The place looked like it had been renovated from another building to become a library. In fact the only defining features that showed it was a library was the sign on the door and the horde of biters banging on it. There was 30 there at least, too many for the two of us. We assumed the survivors were still inside, but there was no way of telling. Two empty bookcases had been piled against the door obstructing all view from the outside.
"We need to find another way around." I whispered, the biters were near, anything above would've given us away.
"I agree..... Look." Joe pointed to a small alleyway beside the Library.
"They'd see us if we went there" I said. The place was right next to the biters. I couldn't see a way of not alerting them by going there.
" We have to try. Weren't you the one who wanted to meet these people?"
Joe was right, I couldn't see another way in there besides that alley. We had to take the chance if we wanted to find them. Slowly we stepped towards the alley. Preparing to run in a hurry. We sidled along, until....
"CRASH".
I looked behind me, Joe had tripped onto the floor, but more seriously he had made a noise. The biters were turning, obviously to see what the noise was. I wondered what they would think if they saw a human.
"Mmmmm Fresh meat! Yum Yum Yum." was my first thought. But who knows. Quickly I picked Joe off the floor and ran like my life was in danger. Surprisingly Joe was a better runner than I was, soon overtaking me and heading to the alley. As soon as I turned the corner I saw something brilliant, A ladder. I shouted to Jow who had the same idea and was trying to pull it down with his knife.
"Get that thing down, I'll defend you!"
I said it more confident then I felt, how was I supposed to kill 30+ biters? I had trouble killing 5 the first days. Though I held my hammer high and brought it down on the first biter who turned into the alley. A biter in his 40'swearing a ill fitting business suit. I brought down biter after biter, each one going down after a couple of blows to the head. Joe was still working on the ladder, he was having trouble climbing the ladder to release it for me. I was backing away further and further. After each walker I killed another 3 took it's place. Soon I could feel Joe with my back. Joe gave up on the ladder and turned to help me, stabbing biter after biter. Within 5 seconds he took out 5 or 6.
"You ****, you killed my daughter and I'm gonna kill all of you!"
We now had our backs against the wall, fighting off as many biters as we could. But we were tiring, each swing felt weaker and underpowered. My swings were missing. A biter grabbed Joe, as I tried to kill it one grabbed me too. I fought it off. The ugly thing was baring it's teeth trying to get me. I snarled at it and tried to bring my hand to kill it, it was no good, all I could do was try and fight it off, try and survive until.....
"BAM, BAM, BAM!" The head of the walker exploded into a red mist on my face. Joe's had too and he was picking up his knife he had dropped to kill any other walkers. The woman stood in front of me. Two men with a gruff beard on one an a clean shaven with spectacles on the other. The woman was black, she worse her hair in braids and she was wearing combat fatigues.
"I hope you have a good reason for being here, you just wasted my ammo"
"What?" I stared dumbfounded
"Welcome to Hatfield. Crappiest place on Earth"

[/quote]

How 'bout a crossover between our stories? Eh?

 

[Matt_The Dreamer]

Crossover[/quote]

Sure, if your survivor can get from San Francisco to London

 

[Starfoxboy55]

Okee then! c:

He closed his eyes, ready to be bitten.
He had no ammo left. No melee. No help.
He regretted not having someone with him.
A zombie's head came off with an ax. The same one followed, killing the other zombie. Hunter traced where the ax up to it's handle, revealing a young man, blood on his arms.
Hunter was a mixture of relief, scared, and shocked.
He wiped his hair off of his fore head with his bloody hands. He had brown hair, similar to Hunter's. His shirt was ripped up, as was his jeans. He breathed heavily, backing up.
Hunter stared.
Hunter wanted to scream thank you.
He saw the young man's mouth open, but, due to the explosion, he couldn't hear. He noticed an administration window, obviously broken down, breathed down a smear on broken glass and wrote with his finger:
Can't hear.
The young man looked at Hunter and also made a smear on the same glass. It read:
Explosion?
Hunter was surprised he knew about it. Then again, he was at the airport.
Hunter nodded at him, and the young man's expression deepened. He found another piece of glass, breathed on it, and wrote:
I'm Roger. Your name?
Hunter looked at it and wrote down his name. Roger nodded and wrote:
We need to leave. A lot of other zombies are coming.
Then, Hunter wrote down:
Where to?
Roger simply wrote:
London.