☣The Walking Dead ~With NUKES!}☠ (Open Accepting)

[iGypsyFae]

Everything seemed to happen so quickly, no one really knew what to expect. What had been the last thing to occur for those oblivious few, and the epitome of every zombie freak's dream tragically became today's reality.

It started out as a few attacks on the news, no one expected it to escalate so quickly. Children were left orphaned, families and friends were torn apart with fear.

All across the U.S. And most likely the globe, the living dead... Zombies. Naturally, there always exists those stubborn few, who just. won't. die. Those lucky survivors have either resorted to small colonies or venturing the dangerous monster infested terrain.

It's been five months since Z-day, people have began to come back together and survive as one. However, most of those poor few have been left unaware of... third party plans. Nukes. Just three days before the big five, a mass message had reawakened the abandoned human world. An unpleasant message. From where? No one knows, but the message delivered quickly brought more panic....
"Attention...Al-*static* survivors, this is not a recording. Help is on the way, I repeat- help will- what the hell is that... Oh god they got int! Ahhhh!*Muffled gunshots.* No don't let them near-." It ended with a rumbling sound and numerous chilling screams; Perhaps even... Gunshots? Numerous missiles were launched all across the globe. Lucky for good ol' Uncle Sam, it was only hit in two places, down South... Right in the middle of Texas, and up West, right between Canada and Washington. The damage remained minor, but the spread of radiation was slightly wider.
What it caused... No one knows, nor do they dare check it out.

[iGypsyFae]

RULES

I. Needless for me to say but, NO god modding you are Not invincible. This includes ABSOLUTELY NO killing characters that are not your own! You will be banned for breaking this rule and cursed by a very pissed off Witch.(I don't know who, but I will find someone!)
II. This is going to be a bit more of a violent RP so readers discretion is advised, however do not go nuts, while violence is acceptable in this RP, overly descriptive gore and violence is against the Rules of Gaia. Swearing is also allowed but again, don’t go crazy.
III. NO cybering. It is frowned a upon here too, characters can sleep together but we don’t need details. Semi literacy is a must. Give people more than a couple of lines to work with! And please if you're going to code, make sure your pictures aren't so large they squish the text really close together.
IV. No bumping or ooc here please. Here is a link to the OOC Thread.
V. Please do not post until accepted and PM me your profiles titled 'Zombie nuts' do not post them.
VI. You can have as many characters as you like but keep track of them, don’t get a head of yourself.
VII. Decorate your posts.
VIII. Put some logic into your posts, it's five months post apocalypse so let’s face it, most stores will be ransacked, and generators will likely be running out of fuel..
IX. It is not a futuristic role play, it is based off of what you would have in 2015, no further.
X. Weapons... While I don't mind if people have them, I want you to keep in mind they are going to make a lot of noise, use up your ammo more quickly... and where would you have obtained this weapon? Before and after the world ended. I know zombie apocalypse isn't very real but I still want to stay with realism for this RP as much as possible.
XI. The virus does NOT infect animals, the infected will eat any
living or recently dead (Within a few hours) flesh but only humans come back. Infants have 100% immunity while children up to 13 have 50% + depending on health. However, being young and squishy makes them less likely to be around. So If you play kids, there better be reason why they lived this long.
XII. Wait for others. You should try to atleast wait for everyone that your character is with to post, and if someone has not posted for a day or two, feel free to move on and if need be drag their character along.
XIII. No text smaller than 10 please, it is too difficult to read for some of us blind old ladies!
XIV. We have been set back to the late 1800's to early 1920's as far as electricity and tech goes so please research what you would like, and make it work for that era.
XV. No Super soldiers.

[iGypsyFae]

PROFILE SKELETON



Main

[align=center][color=darkred][b]User Name:[/b][/color] What's your Gaia Name?
[color=darkred][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]

[color=darkred][b]Nickname:[/b][/color] What shall we call you?
[color=darkred][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] Who are you really?
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[color=darkred][b]Weapons:[/b][/color] Don’t go crazy, 5 max
[color=darkred][b]Background:[/b][/color] Tell us your story
[color=darkred][b]Other:[/b][/color] Anything else we should know? Your theme song? ect... [/align]

Obituary

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[iGypsyFae]

Just a progression of the story
Late Morning.

Before Sunrise - Early Morning – Late Morning - Noon – Evening – Dusk - Night Fall – Midnight





Freezing - Cold - Chilly - Cool - Moderate - Warm - Hot - Boiling


Full Cloud Cover - Cloudy - Partial Cloud Cover - Light Cloud Cover - No Cloud Cover

Thunder & Lighting - Pouring - Raining - Drizzling - Misting - Hailing - Freezing Rain - Snowing - Fog - Humid - Clear


Gail Forced Winds - Powerful Winds - Very Windy - Windy - Breezy - Gentle Breeze - No Wind


Bold is current

[iGypsyFae]

I decided to make a profile thread for the accepted people.
Profile Thread

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Obituary
The Dearly Departed

Others
Extras Free To Anyones For Uses

[iGypsyFae]

Map of your Play ground~
Feel free to add locations. Use this map as the skeleton, though.

[iGypsyFae]

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[Culex1]

lSmexy Cheetahl 『Location: Walmart!xxThoughts: MAAAAN! xxCompany: No one 』[

Atilus Theme / Atilus Voice

The end of the world, the Apocalypse, there was many names for this day. It was a time of great grief, a time of sorrow, and a time where men drunk their sorrows away. But there was one man who found this time to be exciting. He relished in every moment in it, just because it felt like it was a new adventure. The old world was too dull, he needed excitement. Ever since coming to America from the lands up north, where the snow was thick and the air was cold, he felt like he had lost the feeling of trying to survive. That was until this day. Now standing in Walmart was that man. Standing at seven foot tall, dressed comfortably, or one would think. He had a pronounced mustache and his eyes were closed, granted that wasn't the case as he could still see, it just appeared that way unless he widened them. This man had a tattoo on his shoulder, which represented his homelands symbol. This man was standing in what was left of the food section of the store. Most of it had been pillaged by people unfortunately. "How is a man supposed to keep up his figure without his daily protein?! This is outrageous!" The tall bald man shouted while flexing his arms. On his back was a home made shield, made of various metals tied together. He had everything he needed to combat the hordes of mindless city folk of the night.

Upon searching the isles, he couldn't find anything other then some cans of soda and opened chip bags. This was not boding well for our muscle bound friend. Just when he was about to give up, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. One last pack of twinkies. His eyes widened and his face begin to sparkle as he saw them. "Yes! Twinkies! The manliest of foods!" He shouted out and ripped off his shirt randomly, throwing it to the ground and posing. This was awkward in deed, and he had been arrested a few times before Z day for public indecency and harassment hilariously. Grabbing the twinkies and hugging the pack, he begin to cry manly tears of joy. That was until he accidentally crushed them. His face shrunk then, and his eyes widened. "Noooo!" Atilus shouted out and fell to his knees. Opening the package and eating what he could, his eyes only cried more. "So delicious..I will cherish this moment for as long as I live!" The bald man shouted to the sky. Unfortunately he had attracted nearby attention and there was a group of zombies, otherwise known as walkers, that were headed in his direction. Hearing them approach, Atilus grabbed his shirt and put it back on. "Now the real survival test begins! I will fight my way out of this store!" He shouted out, but upon seeing the ground running in his direction, his face grew pale. The following moments were the walkers looking for him while he hid in a closet. "Stay away! There is not a beautiful man in here!" He hilariously shouted out.

Out Of Character:

[iGypsyFae]

C o r a lx x x St r a u s sXXX

"Just Call Me Coral."

xxxLocation || Convenience store.
xxxCompany || With a shouting crazy man.
xxxMood || ...!!!!! .
Health || 75%

While the crazy tall man turned up empty handed, so did a certain pair of inseparable friends. Yes, two squishy children all beaten up and dirty too were scouting this city of a store. Coral and July had recently escaped a raid on their campsite, so now they were lost and starving. At the loud man's voice, the young brunette had taken her friends and scrambled. They were now nestled up in the rafters, concealed by the cheap, fake ceiling that hid this store's wiring and pipes. At the moment, the two were small enough to navigate the whole upper rafters without making much sound, that is... Until Coral's foot had gotten caught in some old wiring. Lucky for the girl, the power had long died out in this store, so she wouldn't be getting fried tonight. In her frantic attempt at escaping the endless tangled cords, she herself have become tangled. On top of that, she stepped on a broken ceiling tile that immediately gave in. The girl yelped as she went plunging down toward the grabby hands of the zombies. Or rather... a bald man. She stopped inches away from his glorious head and shoulders before bungeeing back up. Of course, the cords had snapped and released her after that. Right back down she went, only to stop with the wires still holding her foot. Too panick-stricken to really say much, she kinda just dangled awkwardly infront of an upside down Atilus... Oh wait... she was upside down. "Ah-... h-hiya... could you keep it down? I don't want to become zombie food."(----)

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[l Mitsuhide l]

Terry "Spade" Ruezo

Slow and steady he quoting his own mantra to himself as he slipped through the streets. His eyes steady but a little dreary. He was feeling a bit tired he hadn't had much to eat lately. He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket pulling out a bit of half chewed jerky he had been working on earlier. It was all he had left on him for the moment. He had heard his stomach growl enough he finished off the dry piece of meat. Swallowing it down with a small breath afterward. It almost seemed to make his hunger worse by 3 fold. He growled to himself. It was time he tried to join up with a group. That or just leave and try to find a better place. The radio tower group seemed like the best bet though. From what he could tell anyway. He was actually more concerned he wouldn't fit in with such hopeful types.

He could see some walkers wandering about in the distance none that had noticed him yet. He pretty much knew where they generally waddled about. With the exception of a few rare cases where the things started showing up in random spots. He reached down fingering a metal plating with the end of his finger. Mounted on his back with a make-shift sheath he made out of some cloth was his spade. The edge of the shovel was sharpened. The edge would gleam against the sunlight every once in a while. It was his go to it had seen a lot of combat in these last few months. Pretty much the only thing that he felt he could trust now a days. Everything was so sketchy. He gnawed at his own lip as he made his way toward the tower that was getting ever closer. It's not something he wanted to do. Joining up with new people always felt so..iffy?

He wasn't exactly sure what it was but it didn't feel entirely kosher. He just needed to suck it up. They were nice people right? Maybe..There was only one way to know for sure. His eyes gazed upon the man-made walls that seemed there simply for the purpose of keeping walkers out. It didn't serve much use other than that from the look of it. Center of it all was the radio tower. There was rubble and torn down buildings about that provided some extra barriers. It definitely seemed a lot nicer than what he was doing just previously. Well then..how to approach this? He glanced around for now there were no walkers that were close. He shrugged pointing his Spade that the wall he gave it a few taps loud enough to be heard because of the metal clanking from the metal on the weapon. He waited for someone to show up. He wasn't sure what he was going to tell them. He just stuck the edge of his weapon into ground and rested his wrists atop it and waited patiently. Every so often glancing about.

Where:Streets>Outside radio settlement
With: No one

Selene G o s s a m e r

[Quotesy]

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Here's the thing about stores: it was the first place people thought to rush toward in the event of an emergency.

In the case of the zombie apocalypse, it would have looked like fifty Black Friday sales on crack. Oceans of people; so many that a closed shop's doors would be broken down before throngs stampeded their way in, trampling those who couldn't keep up with the crowd underneath their feet. Walmart, Target, Kmart, Sam's Club, anywhere that was remotely a super store. Parkinglot's so full that cars had been jammed sideways and backwards for the smallest space; people either parked their cars in the next building over, or left them idle as family waited inside, others cramming in as many things as they can before zooming off and returning minutes afterward for more. Everything from tampons to tissues were ripped from their places, fought over, and hoarded. Aisles were beyond just "ransacked", they were demolished in some places. Shelves thrown on their sides, glass littering the floor in dangerous gleaming fragments, boxes and other objects smashed in the debris while unidentifable objects long since gone rancid molded on the filthy ground, the smell of rotted food and animal feces mixing in the air. Flies buzzed. Rats scurried for cover beneath things better left ignored. Not to mention the ever-present and wandering corpses that got in through whatever means, some trapped under objects or in changing rooms, and some left to shuffle through the store like mindless and unsupervised children.

Nowadays, when it came to stores, some people still went in through the front doors.

Minerva had circled the back, to where massive delivery trucks parked. The garage hold doors were shuttered closed, but one had stood open, empty.

The front of the store always took the hits, but the back was where the treasure laid.Still in boxes, covered in dust, some wasted far past their expiration date, but then there were things that lasted a year. Two years. Dry goods. Clothing. Shampoo, for God's sake, shampoo and conditioner! This was like reaching down behind your sofa cushions and, instead of getting a handful of change, you find the winning lottery ticket. In all that chaos and destruction and obstacles, it was easy not to think of the store as a store. A three-dimensional thing that had its own secret pockets.

The back of Walmart was massive and pitch black, its area almost freezing due to the chilliness outside. Tall industrial shelves arched up toward the ceiling, electronic lifts standing frozen beside it at intervals. Boxes faced out in all directions, plain brown cardboard without any labels or names, except for the brands that managed to stand out from them. All of the sudden a beam of light lanced through the darkness, slowly sweeping back and forth to scan through the shelves. Softly, the sound of clickclickclick as dog nails tapped against concrete echoed in her ears, and Minerva shuddered. The flashlight beam stopped, and the girl turned to look down at her companion.

"Keep an eye out for me, Jinx. Don't let anybody sneak up on us, okay? "

The German Shephard wagged his tail.

Turning back to the shelves, Minerva quickly marched down the aisle, yanking boxes from the metal shelves and tearing away the plastic wrapping. She stuffed as many things into her bag as she could.

One of each. One of each. Be careful, remember you have to leave with this stuff afterward. One of each.

Peanut butter.
Strawberry jam.
Kraft Dinner.
Noodles.
Deodorant.
Feminine hygiene products.
Batteries.

Her hands flashed and grabbed and stuffed things into her backpack until Minerva was jittery with nerves.



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WALMART, BACK STORE/RECEIVING STATION tab "It's just me and Jinx." tab thoughts: I still can't believe almost nobody thinks to look at the back of the stores. Where do people think the Walmart associates disappear to once they're on their break and sick of dealing with bad customers?

[Spanking The Giraffes]

Lt Jon Adams

↺ War...War was bad but this... ↺

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"In coming...Take cover!" His commader shouted Boom! A grenade went off sending debris and shrapnel flying all around. Approximately four hundredyards behind the men was two men. Robert and Jon. Robert was Jon's spotter and good friend."Alright three skinnies running in the field got um?" "Roger that..Locked, Loaded and on target.." "Alright fire at will...Take em down Jon". Jon watched the man run threw the field, he had his scoped a few feet in front of the man as he ran. Taking a deep breath he squeezed the trigger. Bam! The gun shot kicked the dirt up as the round flew down striking its target. Jon smirked and pointed at the next target. Bam! Then the next. Bam! "Target's down third platoon moving to new location" Feeling his comrade touch his shoulder Jon Turned to him. A...A zombie? His friend Robert leaned at him grabbing him biting his shoulder. Jon shouted!

Shouting in anger Jon leaped up from the chair he was sleeping in quickly pulling out his pistol pointing in front of him. He carefully scanned the room and then lowered his weapon, Realizing he was having a bad dream. He took a deep breathe sitting back down an looked at his watch. 'Damn dream's....Alright but its about to I gear up and move out' He thought as he stood up stretching his body. Placing on his vest, double checking all his gear is there and loaded. Grabbing his gun he sighed. " Running low on ammunition..along with supplies'." he mumbled and grabbed the rest of his gear. PLacing his beanie on his head and pulling up his bandana. Jon slung his rifle band around his back. Throwing his backpack on he slowly opened the door. He was at a hotel room fifth floor. He did remember a Wal-Mart near supplies should be there. He was merely a block away, but didn't normally like moving in day. Though it was necessary. After advancing down five stories he slowly opened the door. He glanced out front, and man oh man was he pissed. 'damn...To many to move around...ill squeeze out the back then' He turned around quickly moving down the hall quickly. Taking a deep breath he slowly opened the door. Perfect. It was clear. Only three. One stuck in wire, another eating, and the last one walking the opposite direction.

Jon made his way out of the hotel moving cover to cover. Seeing the large Wal-Mart store, he advanced cautiously. Before entering he raised his weapon looking threw the scope. Scanning the front he saw a few z's. To save energy and time he would just approach the store from behind. Walking slowly to not attract attention he halted. The sound of a z was coming from the rear of this bus he was about to approach. Jon slowly moved to the ground and looked under the bus. Seeing his just standing there he agreed it would do no harm but was defiantly in his way. He slung his rifle to his right on his shoulder and pulled out his combat knife. Slowly moving around the bus once at the corner he peeked over seeing it. Reaching down he grabbed a piece of rock and tossed it to the other side of the z. Making its annoying noticed and turned heading towards the sound. Jon shook his head seeing that he didn't need to waste time and get blood all over him. He moved forward.

Coming up to the rear he placed his rifle into his hands. Leaning out a bit looking down coast was clear. Jon slowly began to walk towards one of the ramp loading shutter door's. It was locked. "God dammit " he mumbled looking around. Seeing a gate open he grabbed his rifle. This could be the perfect set up for bandit's or just its open. Being since this is Jon, He wouldn't take it as luck. Lowering his rifle around to his back, he pulled out his hand gun. Pointing it at the ground he check the light on his pistol. After he slid out his magazine checking his clip's ammo. Twenty-one rounds. Cocking the chamber he slowly walked towards the door.



↺ This is just brutal... ↺

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Where?.:. Wal-Mart Loading/unloading Ramps .:.
With?.:. No one .:.
Thinking?.:. Need supplies...and ammunition. .:.
Wearing?.:. U.S.M.C Recon gear