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Story: The world has ended. The military is gone. The dead own the streets. One could go days without seeing another living person, but hardly hours without running into the dead. Those that survive hide, scavenge, and fight every day. Survivors have formed groups and travel constantly, in search of safety that never seems to come. Cities are death traps, towns are overrun, it seems nowhere has escaped the plague. Danger is a constant reality, but increasingly this is not only from the dead but from other groups as well. As time passes it is growing increasingly obvious that those who have survived are losing their humanity. You are one of the last remaining people on Earth, what are you willing to do to survive?

Background: The RP takes place in the world of the Walking Dead tv show but earlier in the apocalypse event (a few days after the onset of the apocalypse). Zombies follow the same rules, where you can bash their skull in with two swings of the butt of a pistol and yet are strong enough to rip a man clean open. They're slow most of the time but in groups they can frenzy and even run. Only a head shot kills them and everyone who dies turns into one.

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2. This is a literate to semi-literate rp. At least a few sentences, a paragraph preferably, and include a picture. Make your post look nice.
3. Romance is fine. Nothing beyond PG-13
4. PM your profiles according to the template below, title your PM "Richmond" so I know you read the rules.
5. While you are here I am your God.
6. Characters have to be realistic. No super sword wielding bad-asses that kill 50 zombies in one sitting.
7. I have a direction I want this RP to take. I have a plot I want to follow. Anyone can influence what happens, but ultimately try to follow the plot and don't go too far off on your own side plots
8. Once your begin RPing start moving your character to meet the group. If you care to play one of the premade characters I'll help you do this.
9. All characters start in Richmond, VA or the surrounding towns.

Premade Roles (you can customize the characters all you'd like):
Hank Norley (Wolfdude87)
Hank's little sister (Witchy Pyromaniac)
The Doctor (XLe Mad HatterX)
The Cop (JanicoJerome)
The Businessman/woman (Open)
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Username: Wolfdude87
Character Name: Hank Norley
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Height and Weight: 5'10" and 200lb

Age: 25

Personality: A natural born leader. A fun out going guy with a serious side. The kind of person who liked to keep it light before the end of the world. Both goal driven and industrious.

A brief history: Hank Norley, formerly Sgt. Hank Norley. Served 4 years in the US Marine Corps after high school. In that time he saw combat in Iraq and briefly Afghanistan. Upon returning he opened a construction business with a fellow former Marine. He was happy to be home, thrilled to be out of the service, and the work was great, but the best part was that he got to see his sister again. She lived very close by her place in Richmond city and would visit her almost daily. Then the zombies came. It was only a few at first, strange stories on the news, the odd incident you'd hear about from someone. But in just a few days the military was seen in the city. Now it's the end of the world, and he has one priority. Finding a way to build some semblance of a new life for his sister.

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Username: Witchy Pyromaniac
Character Name: Maya Norley
Role:Hank's Little Sister
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Height and Weight: 5'6", 130 lbs
Age:19
Personality: Rather tomboy-ish, growing up closely with an older brother has toughened Maya up some. Having a brother in the service, she learned a few skills like self defense and being able to shoot a gun. Book-smart and cheerful, though since the apocalypse, more moody, though she does still joke around some, often rather inappropriately. Doesn't like to be serious and hates work, but can crack down if she really has to in order to get where she wants to be.

A brief history: Maya graduated high school early and was on her second year of college, taking classes on archaeology, philosophy and quantum physics. Things were going good, her brother had come out of the service safe and visited Maya often. When the reports of zombies started coming in, Maya didn't think much of it. However, one day she went to her classes, and found the college overrun by zombies. Maya turned and fled to her brother's, and since then they've been trying to survive.

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Username: korinzu
Character Name: Marcus "Zeke" Kinkade
Role: High school senior / Part time bike messenger
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Height and Weight: 5'11" and 173lb
Age: 18
Personality: A bit aloof, he is very go with the flow, not much of a leader himself, but he thinks for himself and stands by his ideals steadfast. Hard to piss off, he is understanding and tries to think things through, but if someone puts his loved ones in danger, he is more like a completely different person.
A brief history: A Kentucky born kid, his parents and him moved to Virginia when he was 13 to be closer to family. Marcus has always been a bit of a trouble maker no matter where he went. Though once he entered high school, he found a true calling in the urban sports, specifically bike, skateboard and parkour / free running. Taking to this In his school years he quickly excelled and under his mother's orders "Put his evil powers to good use" and got a part time job as a bike messenger, his mother being the person everyone goes to when he's out causing trouble having his fun. He's a senior now, fitting to graduate and go off to college soon. He still keeps with his job, liking the extra cash, even buying custom running shoes and grind plates to further his evil powers. Or so his mother states. But as his life goes on, he gets the unfortunate news the world has ended and runs into it face first. Worst yet, he's not getting that next paycheck.

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Username: KyaKonami
Character Name: Jenna Monroe
Role: College Student/music store employee
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Height and Weight: 5'2"
Age: 21
Personality: Jenna had always had a laidback, carefree personality. She was friendly to everyone so long as they were to her. On the flip side, if you were rude to her, she could be the same back. She had always been an artistic one, tending to get absorbed in her drawings and writings and an avid reader. Now though, she's more serious, with potential danger around every corner, she doesn't want to get too close.

A brief history: Jenna had been born to an average family in an average neighborhood. Growing up hadn't been so bad. She had an older brother, Logan, and two loving parents. Jenna discovered her drawing talent when she was eight years old. Over the years, her parents bought her books, let her take extra classes, whatever she wanted to help her improve on it. She took art classes in highschool, and even commissioned pieces on the side for people, both local and through the internet. She graduated highschool decently, and started going to art college, taking a job at a music store on the side.

On the day everything happened, she woke up as normal. What was not normal however, was the utter silence in her house. She had dressed quickly, and gone downstairs. Nobody. Her brother had spent the night down the street at a friend's house, but her parents should have been up. That's when she noticed the front door ajar. She quickly closed it, backing up. She heard thumps upstairs, a crash, a scream. She quickly ran upstairs, right into her parent's room. Her father already lied torn apart in a pool of blood, a man already taking large chunks out of her screaming mother. She ran once the zombie had noticed her, and got into her brother's room. Grabbing his wooden kendo stick, she finally swung it as hard as she could, and the man died when it connected to his skull. Panicked, she grabbed the pistol her father had left up on the mantle hidden in case of an invader, and took off to find her brother. When she did, he was already infected. He tried to come at her, to kill and eat her like the man inside her done her brother. In a panicked frenzy she swung and swung, breathing heavily. When it was over, he was almost unrecognizable. Jenna could feel hot tears running down her cheeks and ever since then, she's been alone, trying to make sense of what's going on.

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Username: Puppetmaster-sin-
Character Name: Bolodenka Borya Androv
Role: The Gangster
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Username: corujamaster
Character Name: Alice ~ (no given last name that she remembers)
Role: Custom
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Height and Weight: 36 in and 34 lbs
Age: 5
Personality: Childish
A brief history: The world is a very confusing place for a child. Needless to say that zombies only make things worse. Alice has no idea about what happened about her parents. She expect them to come back to her, preferably not screaming desperately as her last memory from them. She hid deep into the wardrobe and stood still, silent, while her mom and dad got killed and eaten, and lately awoke as walkers. She didn't come out of her hidden spot till she was found by survivors who were scavenging her home. She was barely alive by that time, thirsty and starving. The guy who found her kept her as his child, knowing she had no chance to survive alone. The two of them made it together till recently. He asked her to stay and wait on their tent while he was out scavenging. He would never make it back. However, she doesn't know that. She doesn't remember names but her first given one.

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Username: Doctor Juice Box
Character Name: Major. James Peters
Role: The Morale opposition
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Height and Weight: 5"6', 195 lb's
Age: 48
Personality: An authoritarian, James believes strongly in right and wrong and strives to stay on the side of good and uses this belief to influence and lead individuals around him. He can come across as quite a strict man, but this is simply down to his harsh up bringing as a Marine brat.
A brief history:
James was born to a father who served his country and wouldn't let him for get it, His father served in the USMC, the one true US force, or so his father pounded into his mind. As a child he was brought up on the marine base in Quantico, Virginia where his father worked and served. When he grew up to spite his father he entered the USAF. He enlisted as a pilot and forged his career with heavy support aircraft such as the KC-137, E-3D and KC-10.

His current deployment came as an accident, he was part of the 459 Refuelling wing out of Andrews air force base as a Captain, One day while sitting on standby a relief co-pilot was required to fly a C-32 carrying the Vice Presidents wife to join her husband. There were a few angry senior officers awaiting the aircraft's return however, the case was argued out and a decision to transfer him to the 89th airlift wing was decided apon. However that was the most glamorous of his flights he mainly fly's senators, congressmen and senior officials mostly. And was doing this when infection struck...

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Username: Breaking Stewie
Character Name: James Taylor
Role: The Homeless
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Username: JanicoJerome
Character Name: Jack Swansea
Role: Cop
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Height and Weight: 6'2"
Age: 34
Personality: Helpfull, Thoughtfull, always nominating himself for tasks.
A brief history: Jack was a sergeant in the army, stationed in afghanistan. When returning to the US Jack went to Police school, he had been in the police force for 5 years. When the Zombie apocalypse started Jack was at home with his dog, all he got with him was his dog, a 45. service pistol and the keys to the gun cage at the station.

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Username: Esametro
Character Name: Dallas Lee Tucker
Role: Custom
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Height and Weight: 5'8" and 148 lbs.
Age: 19
Personality: Dallas can be a little hotheaded, and a lot stubborn. He plays tough and runs his mouth often, only now his older brother isn't there to back him up. His sarcastic nature got him in a lot of trouble before the apocalypse, and really hasn't been in use since.
A brief history: Growing up the youngest of five was pretty hard, especially on a farm in the middle of nowhere. As a kid he was picked on for hand-me-down clothes, his brother was three years his elder after all, and his appearance caused him to be picked on. Following in his older brothers footsteps he dropped out of high school, and instead helped him on the farm.

When the world went to chaos he and his brother had taken their fathers truck to Richmond, Virginia, to visit their elder sisters, both of whom had chosen to go to college away from the farm, and an alcoholic father. Because of this they didn't have much on hand to defend themselves. The truck only held a duffel bag for each of them, and behind the seats rested a shogun with limited ammo. Caught in the chaos Colton urged Dallas to run, and not look back. He didn't see what happened, but he also hasn't seen his brother since.

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Username: Barjova

Character Name: Paulo Marcelo Moreira

Role: Custom

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Height and Weight: 5'8", 164 lbs

Age: 22

Personality: A bit timid and naive, Paulo is usually pretty easy to get along with. He's extremely gullible, but has enough street smarts to know when something's not right. He comes off as very friendly and fun-loving, but can be awful if pushed far enough. He gets annoyed easily, but will usually ignore people before he would voice his annoyance.

A brief history: Born in Brazil, Paulo came to America at the tender age of four with his two loving parents and older sister, Priscila. The Moreira family was not exactly wealthy, but they weren't hurting for cash, either. That being said, Paulo and Priscila were given all they wanted and put through a good schooling system. However, his lack of knowledge of the English language made it hard for Paulo to fit in and make friends. It wasn't until his senior year of high school that he could speak fluent English with only a minor accent. Once out of high school, Paulo went to acting school in Virginia, but ended up dropping out after being told he wasn't good enough. Since then, Paulo has held numerous mundane jobs and really hasn't been able to pick out his life goal for some time. Not that it seems to matter anymore, anyway.

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Username: XLe Mad HatterX
Character Name: Miles Strum
Role: The Doctor
Character Picture: User Image

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Username: xo_Bipolarbear_ox

Character Name: Catherine Anne MacDonald

Role: Custom

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Height and Weight: 5'4'', 113 lbs

Age: 19

Personality: Kind, polite, hospitable, doesn't trust easy, quiet and keeps to her self.

A brief history: Growing up Catherine had a pretty normal life though when she reached the age of 17 her parents had a divorce, it didn't bother her because she understood why the divorced they were having money problems. It was not long after she turned when she got a call from her father. He told her about these people appeared to be dead or undead and how they were walking around and attacking people. He seemed scared and the way he whispered into the phone sent chills through her that she has never forgotten. Her father told her how he was trapped and that there were so many of them they were going to break the door down to. She heard a small cry and him tell her that he loved her. He told her of a boat he owned that he kept near Virginia beach and told her the tank was full and that there was some food on the boat. He told her where the keys were and that she was to on the boat and drive north as far as she can. Scared Catherine told her father she loved him to and she would do what he asked her to and they hung up. She tried calling her mom and other family but no one answered and she left a message telling them all where she was going and how to find her. Already she feared the worse but she set off on her way to find safety as her father had instructed her to do.
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Character Name: Shannon Riley

Role: Custom

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Username:Andrew C Price

Character Name: Kyle Jackman

Role: Custom

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Height and Weight: 6'3 210 pounds

Age: 32

Personality: Loud, angry yet sometimes kind-hearted, cocky and a bit reckless.

A brief history: Kyle's father was a marine, so naturally Kyle was a military obsessive, not quite the annoying type, but he could run his mouth for hours about military strategies, weapons, all kinds of things. He never went into the military, but his father had passed down a few things, including a lot of gear, tactics, and a few weapons. Kyle frequented hunting, and was looking for a new hunting spot with his buddies when they first heard about the zombie outbreak on the news. They cracked jokes, and joke-planned for it for weeks... Then it all went to hell.
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Username: Miyumin-chan
Character Name: Valentina Riggs
Role: Custom
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Height and Weight: 5'5 tall, 136lbs
Age: 25
Personality: Valentina is often very stubborn and blatant. Her pester personality was based only in being very much irascible and cold, counting the fact that she always seems to be rather nonchalant in the middle of any grave problem. Valentina is very audacious, she likes to be active all the time and danger is not something she usually fears, her instictcs are always very bare just like her attention, but she can turn out to be very sinister if you ask her to do a lot of things constantly. She always seems to be gnawing about everything, making her usually silent and quiet talking, and maybe when you less expect it she becomes quite tenacious with who is around her, showing the fact that she can be very assiduous when she wants to.

A brief history: Valentina was first born in London, England, but later moved on to California, living only with her father. The reason why Valentina later became so cold was because her father was rather strict, insensible and very aggressive if she did something wrong, and her mother had died by then. He was very violent towards her, only teaching her how to be tough and strong if anyone ever wanted to take advantage of her, and Valentina became  very much savage with the people around her. She wasn't able to have a proper career like she wanted, less it was the possibilities to study any further with the lack of money they had, and her father had only shown her to earn money the hard way, which she later used as an advice and started robbing. But the cops didn't seem to mind her after, for the world became hell and her father was now long gone.
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Username: Alex_The_Lionheart
Character Name: Donovan "Don" Teller
Role: Custom
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Height and Weight: 6'4" Feet and 210 lbs.
Age: 35
Personality: Don is a rather quiet man, he always tries to listen first and ask questions later. Don is one of those guys that looks like a big brooding monster but is really just a big old softy. He'll fire a gun if he has to but he prefers to keep quiet. He doesn't want much despite his history, all he wants is to ride his bike.

A brief history: Don was born into a family bikers and junkies. His father was killed when he was 6 and his mom walked out on him when he was only a few months old. For most of his life, he rode with a local biker gang in Richmond. He enjoyed the sound of his Harley and the brotherhood. When he turned 25, he had to leave. It wasn't that he didn't love the gang, though it was a bit of a chore some times, he simply had to disappear for a while, be himself and be alone. When the outbreak happened, Don saw that as a sign that he needed to come back. All he hopes now is that he can find someone from the gang alive, if possible, anyone else.

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Hank groaned as his cell phone rang waking him from his slumber. He'd been sleeping in ever since his business partner had called in sick a few days prior. He'd not heard from him since so their construction project had been on hold. Just as well though, he'd been hearing weird things on the news. Sitting up in the half dark room he felt around his bed table with one hand until he found it. A beam of sunlight shot through the blinds in his room, hitting him in the eye. Squinting and shifting his head he looked at the phone. It was his sister. He answered his phone simultaneously rising from his seat on the edge of the bed. "Hey sis." He said in sleepy but warm tone as he stretched and opened the blinds. The immediate response made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Bro, I'm in trouble." She said immediately. Her voice was full of fear. His stomach sank immediately. Looking outside the window there was a man in the street in front of him. Laying dead on the ground, and it looked like something had ripped him apart deliberately. His mind raced. "What's wrong? Where are you?" He said in a hurried tone. Looking around the room instinctively he spotted his pistol on the night stand, his jeans on the floor. Grabbing his pants he pulled them on and began getting his stuff together as he anxiously anticipated her response.

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Maya Norley


Maya heard the instant shift in her brother, Hank's tone as he asked where she was. As quiet as possible, Maya said "I'm hiding in a tree at my college." She flinched and shrank further into the tree branches as the walking dead moved nearer to her tree, leaving a path of bloody and torn body parts. She swallowed and then quickly continued, "Do you remember the strange stuff we've been seeing on the news? About those diseased undead people, the zombies? Well my school is overrun with them. They're everywhere---" Maya cut herself off. She could feel a panic growing in her chest. Her voice was still shaking, but she was much calmer when she whispered into the phone again,"I think its safe to say we're all in trouble." She peered over through the branches, watching as several of the..things fell over, twitching and bleeding. How could this have happened??? Maya curled her arm tighter around the branch, glad she'd dressed sensibly, wearing jeans, a shirt and her hiking boots. You couldn't run or climb in high heels or flip-flops. She carefully maneuvered herself up onto a higher branch, waiting for her brother to respond. Maya sincerely hoped he had a plan to get her out of there, because she was very afraid, and very at a loss for what to do.



Company: Walking Dead
Mood: Freaking out
Location: Hiding in a treee

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"Stay put, Try to stay out of sight. I'm coming. Which tree are you in? Is it near a specific building on campus?" Barked Hank as he finished getting dressed. He tucked his Ruger GP100 into it's holster, his pockets bulging with speed loaders, he cursed the fact that he'd never bought an AR like so many of his fellow servicemen. Grabbing his shotgun on the way out he stumbled out into the street he gazed around. People ran screaming from horribly wounded pursuers. Could Maya be right? Could they be zombies? His truck was parked right out front. Getting in it he tossed the shotgun on the center console and began pulling out of the spot. Just then a man started rubbing his hands against the glass of the driver side window, smearing blood on it, trying to get in. Just as he reached for the handle Hank slammed the locks on the truck and pulled out. "God dammit Maya? Where are you?!?" He said in a panic. Weaving around abandoned vehicles he headed toward campus. From his windshield he could see helicopters leaving the city. They'd only just arrived a few days prior from Ft. Lee, were they really leaving now?

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Maya Norley

Maya rubbed her eyes as tears threatened. She stifled her panic even more, the anxious thought I really need you to be the calm one right now bro!! passing through her mind. Still whispering, she hurriedly answered her brother's panicked questions. "I'm by the archaeology building, I took you there when you came back. It's the one with the big bone structure sculptures out front with the parking lot to the south. I'm in the large tree, closest to the sculpture and parking lot. The tree has carvings on it." She hoped her brother would remember which tree she was talking about. Maya squeezed her eyes shut then forced them back open as loud, pained moans started up. She peered through the branches, watching as the zombies staggered around.



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Location: Hiding in a tree

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Hank felt the slightest relief. He did know where she was. "Alright Maya. Listen carefully, just stay put and be as quiet as possible. I'll be there in a minute." He said hanging up and gripping the wheel. Richmond was built around that university, fortunately he didn't live far from it. Unfortunately, the streets were narrow and packed with students. As he screeched tires around a corner he saw a woman being held down by three people, screaming and kicking trying to fight them off. He instinctively slowed the car to help her but was horror struck. They were eating her. Alive. Just pulling her apart. He felt sick, nothing he'd seen in war had come close to this. No time to help this woman, he had to save his sister. Dropping his steel-toed boot harder on the pedal he sped around another corner and shot toward the university. As he did he drew his magnum from his hip and placed it on his lap. He'd probably need it. A mob of the dead had just broken down the door to a house as he was passing. A man in his boxers tried to fight them off with a baseball bat. Hank could clearly see that the guy was about to get overwhelmed. His brain went a hundred miles an hour. They couldn't stay in the city, but how could they ever get out?

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Maya Norley

Maya nodded as her brother hung up, anxiously waiting. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his last words though. Where am I going to go? If I go down there without any sort of plan they'll probably try and eat me. She shoved the phone in her pocket, turning the sound off. She jumped a little, hearing the sounds come closer. Maya held her breath, forcing herself to be perfectly still. Her eyes scanned the surrounding areas and she had to try hard not to let fear overwhelm her. She continued looking, desperate to see if there was anyone, anyone still alive at her college. But she couldn't see anyone, unless they were hiding in a room somewhere up in the buildings. Her mind churned quickly. Where can we go? Is there any place that is safe from these things? Is the rest of the world like this? Maya clenched her fists tightly. Right now, all the zombies seemed to be doing where staggering around. They weren't destroying anything, but why? She peered through the branches again, trying to stay out of sight. Maybe its because there are no people for them to try and eat..So they're being docile. Maya felt fear for her brother squeeze her heart. So what if he had served 4 years in the marines? There probably weren't many cannibals in the wars he'd been in. And certainly no walking dead people, that was for sure.




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Location: Hiding in a tree

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Marcus 'zeke' Kinkade

Marcus hummed a bit as he moved through the city, bullets in his ears and Killswitch Engaged's holy diver blaring through them. Standing and pushing down, the bike propelled him forward faster, and faster. His messenger back weighing down on his bag. Why today of all days did his mother have to be home to hear the call from his boss? He was content to taking today for himself, sleeping in just fine. But no, his mother heard the phone, answered, and promptly threatened him with starvation if he didn't go do his job, weekend or not. Taking a speed bump, he got a little air not much. Though as he rode, he noticed things were aq little strange. There wasn't many cars out. Strange, but he didn't think much of it as he turned past a wall, straight into a living dead infestation of the 3rd circle of hell. He was in shock, trying to turn too quickly and capsizing his bike, skidding to a halt as dead began to swarm him. he struggle and squirm, trying to get free. "what the ********!?" he shouted as he fought back, all of his video game experience kicking in, telling him to avoid being bitten. He let go of the bike and unbuckled his messenger bag before taking off. He was faster than they were and he got the nearest building, scaling the small two story building quickly as he reached the roof. he took the bullets out of his ears and looked out as he put them in his pockets. "Good god..." He muttered in a whisper as he panted, over looking the street as it was run over with undead, and slowly increasing, spreading to the street he had been on just a moment ago.

Crouching on the roof, he looked down to the zombies below, they couldn't climb it seemed. Good to know. He breathed a bit as he took in his surroundings trying to get a proper grip of his situation. "Is the world really ending?" He spoke aloud to himself, he could see smoke and fires in the distance. Guess that was his answer then. He looked down again to make sure he was good, still saw the same zombies crowding around the base. Taking out his android, he clicked the speed dial and waited for someone to pick up at home. His father was dead, so only his mom or any of her friends she had over could answer. He waited until he heard something, though only heard a recording stating the line was disconnected....Looking back the way he came, there was no way he'd make it home from here, not without his bike at least for speed, but even then it was too crowded by the undead to get any good speed going. His best bet was running and staying above ground as much as possible rather than on it with 'them'. He didn't want to accept it, but if it was like this out here. If he could get to safety and find a vehicle that worked, he'd go checl for himself if it was possible, but as it was he did no one any good if he got himself killed. He tried calling the police but he got the same thing. he sighed and put his phone in his pocket.

In the distance he heard the familiar roar from none other than a truck. Getting up, he stood on the edge and looked out. "where is that-" he stopped short as he saw the very truck driving along the road at full speed, and helicopters, black hawkes flying by over head. He didn't know exactly where it was headed, but he couldn't lose it. not yet. Looking to his watch, he checked everything he had. He lost his bag and his walkie was on it, he had no bike now, the package might have been something useful but no way to know now. So he had his watch, android phone and ear bullets with a monstrous music library, which was awesome, charger, watch, wallet, Condoms....he'd find a good use for those, keys, tape, it worked wonders as a redneck band aid, marker and pen, running shoes with grind plates, lots of pockets in his cargo pants, multitool, pocket knife, and that was about it. Most of those were essential tools for on the fly fix up and tools. So he had at least a veritable weapon, though it wasn't much, a pocket knife was too small, but it was the only thing he had. Tapping the toe of his shoe on the roof, he took a breath before leaping off, landing on the roof of the building next to him and taking off in a run, traversing the roof tops and climbing where he had too. Had to follow that truck for right now, it was his only hope among this infestation of death....

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Location: in the middle of this walking cesspool of dead bodies...and cats

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As the truck entered campus Hank could see students running in terror, the dorms, buildings about 17 stories high were swarming. One was even on fire. He pulled a hard right driving along some smaller campus buildings. In the park to his right two walkers that looked like they were once members of the homeless community were eating a dead body with zeal. As he stared he almost didn't see it coming. Slamming his brakes and swerving he barely avoided a car that zipped by him. In his hurry he over corrected hopping onto the sidewalk and colliding with a zombie that went down with a crunch leaving blood spatter on his hood. "Woah, s**t!" He yelped with a chuckle pulling the vehicle back on the road. The laugh in the heat of the moment suddenly made him realize. He was on the battlefield again, at least mentally. He really hated that thought, but at least he was in the zone.

He wished he'd known this was going to turn into an evacuation before leaving the house. He could have brought more ammo, more food, any water. As it was he had a couple protein bars, a first aid kit from work, a tool box, 15 rounds for his shotgun, 24 rounds for his GP100, and 21 rounds for the Glock 23 that he under his seat. Nothing in a prolonged fight, but maybe enough to get them out of the city. He pulled another hard right, circling down the street that shared the other side of the buildings he was driving past a minute ago. By this point a fairly large group of zombies had begun to chase him. Pulling up to the Archaeology building he went off road and began driving along the trees until he spotted the one with the carvings. Pulling up directly under it he gazed up through the sun roof. To his great relief, his sister was there, obviously shaken, but alive. In his rear view he saw the herd he'd attracted. He was, of course, leaving them in the dust while driving, but they were gaining now that he'd stopped. Rolling down the passenger side window of the truck he yelled at her. "Jump Maya! Get in the truck!"

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Deep honey colored eyes were squinted against the harsh sun as it shone from behind a cloud. Silence reigned now, no birds chirped, no cars in the distance. Riley was alone here. Or so she could pretend. Not that it was difficult. She sat upon her horse, its chestnut flesh quivering away biting flies. The wind picked up and blew her raven hair behind her as she continued to watch, gun poised. She never went out into the open without a plan.

A flicker of movement, and she cocked the gun. Out of the brush, Fayth came running full tilt, returning from a job well done. Riley whistled, high and short. The dog stopped and turned, barking once. From the far off treeline, stumbled two figures. One lacked a face; an arm. The other, was almost whole, save for the gaping wound in it's gut, where intestines leaked onto the green grass as it stumbled forwards. Another whistle, and Fayth was running to her side, keeping a few feet between her small form and that of the rather large mare her master sat on.

From her vantage point on Millie and on higher ground, Riley took aim. She held the rifle against her shoulder, took aim, and counted her breaths. In. Out. One, two. In, out. The first shot hit it's mark, and the zombie's head snapped back, it's brains, or what was left of it, flying out behind it. The other kept moving, oblivious to it's impending doom.

Riley took aim again, the rifle tight to her shoulder. She'd have liked to save the rifle, to use the pistol attached to her hip, but the rifle offered better accuracy when dealing with long distances. So she counted her breathing, and fired. The second bullet zipped through the air and landed a few inches south, hitting the zombie in the chest, sending it tumbling backwards, but as Riley lowered the gun and began to reload, it crawled back to it's feet, and began to move again.

Beside her, Fayth whined, aware that it was growing closer. only a few hundred yards away now. Panic tried to stab at her gut, but Riley squashed it, refusing to give in. Instead she snapped the barrel up, heard the click and took aim. The final shot hit the creature between the eyes, leaving nothing but a bloody mess in the field of what had once been her home.

The girl sighed heavily and set the gun back in it's holster on her back. She cocked her head, cracking it a few times before clicking to her animal. Both began moving, and Riley aimed them for the city. Last she'd heard, there were people there, scientists working to cure this thing. Fay doubted that they had succeeded, but she at least needed supplies. Maybe see if they're were survivors. That big house was getting lonely now that they were gone.




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Maya Norley

Maya's eyes widened as she first heard then saw the horde that her brother's truck had gathered, chasing after him. She felt frozen with fear, but her brother's voice jarred her out of it. Her gaze took in the zombies nearby, and she felt more fear that she would miss the jump and they would get her. However, that kind of thinking wouldn't get Maya safe, so she took a deep breath, steadied herself and jumped. She stumbled as she landed, crashing into the side of the truck, bruising her arm and twisting her ankle unpleasantly. Maya winced and quickly jerked the side door open, scrambling into the truck and shutting the door behind her. She rolled up the window and locked the door as the horde of walking dead came ever closer, and seemed to be moving a bit faster too. She shrank down in her seat, scooting over next to Hank, trying to slow her breathing as she moved the gun onto her lap. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt coming over here or anything?" Maya asked, peering up at her brother. He looked okay and uninjured, which she found reassuring.





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                            Everything seemed fine for now. There wasn't really any kind of crazy zombie jumping out to attack or anything unusual happening. Sighing, it was just another boring day of survival. Walking acrossing his apartment floor there was never anything to do around here since everything and everyone was dead. All the different mechanical weapons he made laid on the coffee table, made by only electronics around his house. Pacing back and forth he made his way to his window to see if anyone could be alive by chance. Looking out he noticed a huge horde of zombies crowding around one truck. Ofcourse curiousity struck for why would go for a truck that was empty, but where ever zombies ran there was someone running for their life. Taking his chances he ran over to his coffee table to get his batt that had knifes around it tied by wire. Making sure he was ready to head out he checked himself twice not wanting to forget something. "All right good to go." Looking at his place, he always said goodbye never knowing if he'd return. Shutting the door after him it didn't take long before he was gone.


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Sun light dappled through the trees as hooves made a slow and steady rhythm on the forest floor. Millie snorted softly and followed Rileys silent command to turn, her muscles flexing under taut skin. Beside the horse and master, Fayth the Australian Shepard trotted, nose to the ground, ears perked for commands or threats.

They'd been traveling for about an hour, and sweat made the loose pastel work shirt stick to Riley's back. Ahead a river cut through the forest and beyond that, a highway that would lead to the city. The girl clicked her tongue and the horse moved into a trot, her lazy paced replaced by a faster movement. Fayth yipped and moved to keep pace.

"Good girl" Riley murmured.

The small group came to the river and Riley slid from the saddle, letting Millie wander to the waters edge to drink. Riley stopped, removed her shirt and submerged the cloth in the fast moving cold water before using it like a wet rag to wipe at her forehead and arms. With a sigh, she sat, letting both animals drink and rest before the last of their journey. Who knew what the city would hold, they might need the little bit of energy.

Riley stood and reached into one of Millies saddle bags, pulling out two sandwiches. She tossed one to a waiting Fayth and bit into her own. She sat only until Fayth had finished scarfing down the meat and bread before remounting and beginning the trek again.

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Millie's hoofbeats became louder as they reached the cement of the highway. The trip was shorter than the one through the woods, and within a few minutes, they'd reached the outskirts of the city. Always ready, Riley slowed her mares pace and pulled out her pistol, checking the barrel for ammo.

Knowing she was ready, she clicked and Millie began the slow trot into Richmond.




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