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 Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 2:59 pm
Zombie Plant
_________________________________________________ in a small town located in the middle of no where, whos electricity, phone, computers, ect. depend on a single generator. suddenly the power fails. the town looses contact with the rest of the world. The generator belongs to a power plant, the people working within the plant become infected with some sort of toxin and they become zombies. the zombies escape from the plant and start attacking the town. within the first day, the town is seemingly whiped out. but there are survivors. _________________________________________________ Each person will start with a diary entry, they must tell of the day that the power plant failed and how they were attacked by the zombies, up to where they are now. Than the RP will start. _________________________________________________ 1. Respect everyone 2. Romance is aloud 3. NO CYBERING 4. No bumping 5. Be somewhat literate 6. Do not discriminate 7. Limit FIVE characters per person 8. If you die, you return as a ZOMBIE 9. Do not post unless you have made a profile 10. Paste profile in sticky 11. If you are a Zombie and you die, you are dead 12. Only Zombies and Humans aloud in this RP _________________________________________________ Type: (human/or/zombie) Name: Age: Gender: Bio: Personality: Appearence: Do you have family?: DO NOT POST YOUR PROFILE IN THIS THREAD. POST IT IN THE STICKY.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 3:00 pm
How to kill a Zombie. "Kill the brain, and you kill the ghoul".
1. A shot or blow to a major nerve junction will stop them immediately but not necessarily kill them.
2. destruction of a major organ will kill them eventually. A couple of minutes for the heart and lungs.
3. A shot or a strong blow to the head or neck spinal column will stun a zombie.
4. One granade can kill up to twelve zombies, Molotov cocktails work the same.
5. Lopping off their head with a chainsaw, machete, or samurai sword.
6. Aim for the brain, you could get to it through the eyes, the nose or the mouth or even the ears
7. Zombies can bleed to death, it just takes time.
Basic Zombies
1. Are slow. The fastest one can speed-stumble, but they generally can't move as fast as a human jogger.
2. Zombies are uncoordinated.
3. Cannot regenerate.
4. Hate fire.
5. They feel no fear
6. If they dont eat, then they wil starve and die.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 3:02 pm
Day ONE diary entries. Quote:  Dear Diary,
I thought moving here, to this small town where my father grew up. (Which is quite literally in the middle of no where.) would be a spot in paradise. I rented an apartment for six months, located on the edge of absolutely everything. And sought to live my life, just take care of myself and try to find inner happiness. Before going back to school. I luckily got a part time job with my uncle, the pay was good. I had enough for some on the side partying. I made friends with many people, my neighbors and co workers. I visit my uncle and his beautiful family as often as I can, they only live thirty minutes away.
As the weeks passed, I grew to love this place, it I did become my paradise. Than quite suddenly, everything I knew, was gone. I was plunged head first into hell.
Today started off as any other day, I woke up at sunrise to the soothing sound of wild birds. I took my time to get dressed, and got to work sharply at nine am. My office was clean, I am very organized. My co workers are my friends.
There were four of us, the usual breakfast group. We ate our food together every morning, each of us would tell stories of our families or current problems. We would comfort each other and help one and other as much as we could.
It was after breakfast that everything started to go wrong.
I noticed that my friend, Nora was eating more than before. She had changed her order of pancakes and oatmeal to a medium, almost rare steak. I thought that a giant t bone steak was unusual, but none else called attention to it, so I thought it best if I did the same. But she was hard to ignore, Nora had barely said a word the entire time. She was too busy shoving large portions of cut meat into her mouth. Some pieces were so huge, I thought that she might just choke! Not more than five minutes went by when Nora gave up on her silver ware and took what was left of the steak in her hands. She started making horrible animal noises, like a wolf devouring a dead deer.
Sam, my other coworker, was sitting beside Nora at the breakfast table. She was laughing, she said something like, “Slow down tiger,” as she reached for Nora. It happened quite fast, I didn’t expect any of it. All could do was watch. I can still hear Sam screaming for help.
Nora had been in her own world for at least ten minutes, she had been chewing on that steak like her life depended on it. I watched as Sam’s hand came to rest on Nora’s shoulder. Nora suddenly hissed, she dropped the meat and reached for Sam’s arm. She pulled Sam’s wrist to her face, I saw a flash of teeth then Sam was screaming bloody murder.
“What the hell? She’s biting me! Oh my god, help me! Help me!”
Brock, was the first one to get in between Nora and Sam. He had a handful of Nora’s hair, and he was pulling with all his strength, trying to pry her from Sam’s hand. But Nora would not let go, I could see the muscles in her jaw, she was chewing off Sam’s fingers! There was a spray of blood, Sam was crying and Brock was cursing.
I could not move.
Than out of no where, Nora was hit over the head with a frying pan. I guess one of the cooks had seen the commotion and decided to help out. Nora finally released her hold on Sam. She fell to the floor in a ball of anger, she was growling and spitting up blood. Sam was with Brock, her hand was no longer there, all she had left was a bloody pulsing stump. “Where are her fingers?” I thought, I looked to Nora and found my answer.
Nora was drenched in blood, red flowed from her mouth down to her chin and all over the front of her shirt. She was still conscious and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was still hungry.
Oh no. she was looking strait at me, I noticed this too late. Nora sprang from the floor with speed I could not comprehend. She jumped over the table, her teeth were showing as a long howl was pushed out of her lungs. Her eyes were no longer a friendly blue, they were dark hollow and black. This beast was not my friend, this wasn’t Nora.
I swear I was looking into deaths face.
Someone got to her before she got to me. But her face, had traumatized me. I didn’t want to be here, I didn’t want to see this. I didn’t want to hear Sam screaming.
I turned and ran.
I left everyone there in the diner. I ran from the screams, from the blood and pain. I got to my third floor apartment and locked the door. I sat inside and tried to ignore it all. I wanted to forget what just happened and I just wanted everything to go back to the way it was.
But as the day went on, the town below only grew louder with the sounds of suffering. I could hear gun shots, I could smell smoke. The world was coming to an end, I was sure of it.
“What is going on?” I asked myself,
but I didn’t have to strength to leave my apartment and find out. the lights began to flicker, it took thirty minutes for them to turn off completely. I tried the phone and it was dead, i was to late.
The whole town was thrown into blackness.
A Survivor, Kanita
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 3:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 9:00 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 1:50 pm
 Kane's eyes fluttered open, her ears rang with the sound of singing birds. At first, she smiled. Kanita had been dreaming of better times, and she believed that the reality of her situation wasn't real. For a moment Kanita forgot about the zombies. Sadly, she came to realize, that her hell was real.
Kanita woke to a dim room, it was barely sunrise. There had been no electricity for nearly three days. What little food she had in her one bedroom apartment, was gone. Almost everything Kanita had was refrigerated, and with no power, soon everything had spoilt.
She felt hunger pains and groaned. Kanita dreaded the very idea of stepping foot outside. Fear kept her door locked tight and very single window nailed shut. Could hunger beat Kanita's fear?
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 11:02 am
It was only the begining of the day and already her stomach felt like it was tied in knots. Kanita sat up slowly, she was in the middle of her bedroom. There was no mattress on the floor, only a girl under bed sheets. She had used the matress to cover her livingroom window. She hoped it was enough to keep the Zombies out. Luickily Kanita's apartment was on the top floor, she was the last door by the fire escape. So far, Kanita had not gotten the courage to open the door and walk down the hall. She feared that an infected would attacker, but that it would be someone she knew. There were three other doors on the top floor, each were occupied. Kanita lived in APT: 666. This is hell, remember? Her first nieghbor was a chines man and his kid. The second, some lady and her dog. The last, an old man. Kanita never really talked to any of these people, eccept for the casual hello, handshake and smile. She wondered if they were okay, but how could she contact them? The phones were dead. If she made any type of noise it would surely attract the attention of an undead. Than Kanita's life would be in danger. She didnt want to die.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 11:16 am
 Sepal Tura______________________________ Sepal woke up early, he had slept on a random fire escape, he pulled up the ladder and hoped that no Zombies would crawl out one of the windows to bite him in the night. Sepal had gotten lucky and survived the night, now with the sun up, he was hungry and needed food. His only weapon was a machete, it had belonged to his father, Sepal found it next to the shed in the garden. Sepal was no expert in hand to hand combat, and he knew that if you got bitten there was no going back. Sepal learned that you had to cut off a zombies head to kill it. Take an arm or leg and the monster would still come after you, crawling. A good gash in the neck just wouldnt do either, the head had to be completely off. Sepal wished for a gun, he wanted to sit atop some building and snipe any zombie that dared to walk by. But were could he get that kind of gun, where would he find the amo and who would teach him to use it?
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 11:17 am
Sepal Tura ______________________________ Sepal dicided it would be a perfect day to try and walk down the street, "Whyyyyy noooot." Sepal had developed a bad habbit of speaking to himself, it the only way he could escape the lonelyness of his new world. He took his machete out of his pack, and tighed the backpack around his waist before releasing the ladder. The ladder slid down with a loud rusty clank. Sepal looked around, checking his corners and shadows. Zombies liked to creep up and jump on you. It happened before, Sepal had bearly made it out of there alive and he vowed that a zombie would never do that again. "I need a gun," Sepal sighed, "Im getting sick and tired of chopping peoples heads off." With one hand, he lowered himself down the fire escape. Slowly at first, then when there was only three steps left, Sepal jumped to the ground. He stayed crouched, again checking his corners, before daring to stand up. "but what i need more than a gun, is a bloody shower." Sepal breathed into his palm, "and some toothpaste. I need a grocery store, maybe i can find a bunch of bottled water and take a bath." He put his back to the wall and walked down the alley, checking both sides to make sure the cost was clear. Sepal made it to the opening, where the street met the allley. He dared to look out, to step out.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 11:38 am
Kanita looked around in a daze, her eyes were aglow in the dim lit room. She looked to the window, it had been nearly three days since Kanita had seen the sun. She stood up, and took time to stretch her sore muscles. Sleeping on the floor always left her with bruises. Kanita strolled to her living room window, her mattress blocked most of it. There were streams of light flowing in through the edges, leaving lines of light on the poor girls face. She sighed and used her trembling hands to push the mattress. The bed fell away easily, Kanita realised that she had done a bad job at barricading herself, anything could have gotten in. Her only luck was that she lived on the top floor and the zombies could not climb vertically. Her living room window lover looked a usually busy street, it was a small shopping center with many cute little stores that sold cute useless things. Kanita began to think about how in the beginning her life depended on buying things, useless articles of clothing and useless toys. All these things wouldn't help her now. She felt the tears grow in her eyes, water swelled and kanita felt the warmth trail down her cheeks.
She was in the middle of a sob when something caught her attention. It was a boy, he had been hiding in the darkness of the alleyway. From her apartment, Kanita couldnt tell if he was infected or not. This was such a surprise that Kanita pressed her face to the window, her large eyes quickly forgot about crying.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 11:43 am
Sepal Tura ______________________________ Sepal had made it out of the alleyway, in fact he had jogged down the street until he found a store that looked like it still had some food left. It looked empty, just like everything else in this blasted city. But like the other places, one couldnt be to careful. Sepal kept his mouth shut, he listened intently, trying to catch a groan or a whisper. Once he was sure no one was alive or around, Sepal slipped in through the broken window, machete still in hand.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 5:33 pm
 Kaya
Just yesterday, Kaya had been normal. She had gone into work, the usual stuff. She'd said hi to everyone, gotten to lunch, and witnessed her first zombie kill ever, one on her friend. Someone who she had loved very much. A few had fled, but she and 8 others had stayed together in that room. They had been fine for awhile. The refridorator had been full of microwaveable stuff, and one guy had been smart enough to start a fire. But then, yesterday, the zombies had found them. And all but Kaya had been killed. Kaya had slipped out the back, leaving her friends to die while she had escaped. Now, all alone, she looked out her window, staring into the town she had once so proudly called home.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 2:53 pm
Sepal Tura ______________________________ He didnt hear a single sound. The quiet set his nerves on end. Sepal swallowed the ball forming in his throat. It was the fear that was gripping him.
Then hunger played its part, as soon as the boy set his eyes on a freezer. Meat, was all that Sepal could think about. He rushed to it and quickly tossed the lid open. A stench filled his nostrils.
He should have known, no electricity meant no frozen foods. Sepal coughed as the sour air filled his lungs, he slammed the top shut. Than turned his attention to the shelves behind the counter.
Sepal noted that everything within the store had already been looted. Trash was scattered everywhere, there was droplets of blood staining the floor. He held his machete tighter, Sepal tried to stop from trembling.
He rounded the cashier's station, he let out a cheer of victory. Sepal counted four packs of ciggarettes. Quickly he used his free hand to shove the boxes into many of his pockets pockets.
He focused on the cash regester and didnt notice the rotten lady who was silently crawling at him. This zombie was old, it had been infected with the first wave. She once was a beautiful women of twenty, and now she was only a decomposing animal. Her face was so infected, that her right cheek was completely missing, her foul breath cut through the air. Her skull, bone and teeth were visible. The zombies eyes were bulged, they were bloodshot and overripe. But she still had strength in her starving arms, the zombie dragged its body across the floor, her legs were usless because they were also missing. The only thing left were two festering stumps.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 5:47 pm
Kaya Kaya heard something in the room next to her. She froze. It sounded like... sobbing? She blinked. Could zombies cry? Quite a topic to look up on google, if only she had internet. She giggled at herself. What was wrong with her? She must be going mad. She remembered a movie she had once watched, where the man had gone crazy from not having contact and drew a face on a cocunut and called it a name. She felt like that boy. Kaya shook her head. Back to the topic at hand. Sobbing. Next door. She tried to remember who exactly had lived next to her. She had worked with the girl, and as far as she could remember the girl had run out after the killing of their friend. Kaya tried to remember a name. It had started with a K. Kanita. Kaya sighed. Kanita had been nice. She wondered if the girl was a zombie or still alive? If maybe she could get across the hall and maybe see? Kaya clutched the gun in her pocket. Did she have enough bullets incase she had to fight her way out?
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:49 am
Sepal Tura ______________________________ Suddenly, Sepal's nose filled with the familiar scent of rotten meat. He made a face, "Didnt i just. . . ?" But before Sepal could finish his sentence, the zombie's hand was wrapped around his boot. "What the ********> the boy jumped, and kicked, but her grip was like iron. The zombie girl hissed in his direction, her mouth gaped showing a row of yellow decaying teeth. She reached with her other hand, her face gnawing into his boot. Sepal could actually feel her teeth trying to cut through the leather. He felt the pinch of her bite, and prayed that he had not got infected.
Sepal cursed again, he raised his machete and hesitated, their eyes met. And for a moment, Sepal wondered who this women had been. Did she have family? Friends? Anyone who was still uninfected and worried sick.
Then Sepal heard another heart stopping shriek, he looked up in time to see another set of eyes. A second zombie had appeared, this one looked like a bag boy, barely seventeen years old. The kid was just standing there, he was across the room and he just stood there screaming. His face looked both possessed and frightened. The boy's eyes were large, and blood shot.
Now there was no time to waste, Sepal gritted his teeth together and with all his might, brought the machete down. his aim was true, the blade came crashing down on the women's skull. Splitting it in half like a watermelon. She died quickly, a gurgling sound was the last thing to leave her rotten lips.
Sepal turned is attention to the bag boy, but while he had been busy bashing the lady in the head, the kid had some how disappeared. It was quiet now, his yelling was now a trembling silence. "This is not good," Sepal said to himself as his eyes frantically searched for the boy.
He took a step back, then realised that the zombie lady's hand was still tightly wrapped around his ankle. He couldnt run, or even walk, with her weight holding him down. Sepal raised his machete once more, but while he was in mid swing, the bag boy appeared. The zombie was in full sprint, running with his mouth open and aiming for Sepal.
He had managed to pull his machete between him and the zombie, the blade was all that separated them and the more the boy pushed the more it cut into his skin. Sepal gasped, he shouted a curse as the bag boy sputtered and howled, it clawed at his face. Sepal wiggled and thrashed, trying to avoid his nails.
They soon fell over, Sepal was trapped he had no way out. If there was a third zombie he would surely be dead.
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