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How it Began

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It was sudden, how it started no one knew and if someone did know it was highly likely that they were already a victim to this horrible plague. The ‘dead’ were moving, filling the streets and moving on the few instincts that they seem to have kept, feeding and passing on this ‘curse’ to the rest of the population.
As far as we know it’s worldwide and seemed to happen everywhere at once and almost no where is safe. That includes Park High school where our small group started from.

1. Follow the guild and Gaia rules.

2. Please do not god mod, power play, or kill off anyone else's character without their permission. If you do, then you'll just find a zombie round the corner.

3. Separate OOC from IC somehow. For example (( )) around OOC words.

4. Literacy: Please do not use one liners. A paragraph of 5 sentences is encouraged, but not required. Use third person. It makes it less confusing for everyone. Don't use asterisks.

5. No cybering. Any attempt to may be met with character death. I don't see how it would work really

6. As much as swearing is going to be in this Rp, we're all mature enough to know when it's too much. The mature warning is for this.

7. Pm all characters to me under the title, "Not a Zombie"

The Cast

General
Username: Articx-Frost
Name: Ewan Sheilds
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ewan looks big, standing at just under 6 foot and weighing nearly 13 stone. He has shoulder length hair, dark brown in colour and a beard that makes people twice his age jealous.
Clothing: Ewan can usually be found in worn and faded blue jeans, a t-shirt from his random collection and both a black hoodie and an old combat jacket with large pockets. For shoes, he wears either a pair of well used trainers or equally well used hiking boots, depending on what he's doing.

History
Personality and Background: Ewan has a lazy attitude to life. Given the choice he would be at home in front of the computer rather than be at school. He does the bare minimum to pass and scrapes through school as it is. At home he spends much of his time on the computer playing games or watching videos, mostly with his mother yelling at him to go outside and get some fresh air and sunlight. Any time he does, it usually ends up with him going to a friends house to play games there instead. His only joy that actually takes place outside are walks in the surrounding areas or at the park.
Hobbies: Reading, Gaming, Walking, Watching anime,
Skills: Marksmanship, Book knowledge, Ingenuity, Intimidation
Strengths: Creativity, Quick thinking, Strong,
Flaws: Needs glasses for reading, tires easily when running,
Likes: A good book, Peace and quiet,
Dislikes: Moving without due need, Bullies.
Quote "When everything is said and done. Left with no reason, we come undone." Pendulum
"This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper," T.S.Eliot
Theme song: Doves - Kingdom of rust

Combat
Equipment: A broom pole, Backpack (Used for school)
Combat style: Frantic thrashing

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General
Username: Giyari
Name: Corey Wilson
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:XXX Corey stands at 5 foot 11 inches tall and weighs around 12 and a half stone. He is pretty muscular if not slim, to put it another way he isn’t a body builder but his still in possession of a 6 pack. He also has short messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
Clothing: He’s dressed in the same clothes you see in the picture plus a Leather bike jacket and minus the cross on the chain

History
Personality and Background: Corey hates his home life., that’s not to say it’s a bad one. His parents are to say the least, ‘proper’ people and would much rather Corey dressed in a nice blazer and tie combo and listened to something like Cliff Richard instead of his rebellious punk nonsense. Corey has other ideas; he prioritises his friends and having fun to his education and obeying the rules. He drinks regularly which usually ends up with him pasting someone for insulting him or going home with some random girl or if the nights been bad, running from the cops. Corey’s school life is usually spent slacking off at the back of classes, smoking behind the garages with his friends and drinking in the toilets. Despite this Corey is a nice guy and will stand up for those that deserve it, he just has a temper and a lack of respect for authority.
Hobbies: Going to gigs, drinking, camping out with friends.
Skills: basic camping skills, can handle himself in a fight, Accessibility(knows where to find things), Street chemistry (crude explosives, flame throwers etc.).
Strengths: Independence, Ingenuity, Resourceful, Strong, Common sense.
Flaws: Angers easily, Loner, Can get edgy.
Likes: Loud music, Alcohol, Sticking it to the man, Violence.
Dislikes: Conformity, Bullies, Being cornered, Violence
Quote “See me, I’m still standing, I might be bleeding, But I’m still breathing!!”
Theme song: Hed PE – Renegade

Combat
Equipment: Crowbar form the School garage, Zippo lighter, Bottle of rum
Combat style: Them before me, fights dirty

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General
Username:FireStat
Name: Lorne Martinez
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearance:Lorne has a very slim appearance, seemingly a former runner's build. He stands at around 5'8" and has long arms. His hair is black, messy, short, and thick. When it's grown out, his beard has a few natural red hair strands that are hard to see in dark areas.
Clothing: He's mostly a T-shirt and jeans kinda guy. At this point he's wearing a black D Generation X t-shirt and khaki cargo jeans. He doesn't like hats so he never wears one. For shoes he has on plain white ankle socks and black sneakers. It should also be noted that he doesn't wear corrective glasses or contacts due to his dislike of them.

History
Personality and Background:Lorne tends to be very silent around people he doesn't know. In fact he usually tries to avoid meeting new people all together. If someone speaks to him he will speak back, but he doesn't make much effort to make new friends. He will help others with what he can, but again, will not make much effort to make new friends. That being said, he has few friends but the ones he does have are really good. Around people he's comfortable with he shows his true colors. That is to say a joker who's actually curious, a just a bit arrogant. His more negative traits are that he's slightly paranoid, over reacts to things,

He's always made average grades because of slacking, and always like video games. In middle school he joined cross country for a few years as a side interest. He would later lose interest in it and join ROTC in High school for 2 years. It was here that he joined a shooting team (air-soft pistol team to be exact,) again he lost interest and quit. During his junior year he discovered Parkour


Hobbies: Gaming, Reading(seldom), and reading the Tv Tropes wiki.
Skills: ingenuity and creativity (at times), Very basic Parkour, Has had some practice with non-lethal fire-arms (air-soft guns, BB guns, etc.),
Strengths: Moderate leg strength, Energetic, slightly above average stamina, tries to keep his head on straight, good immune system (not immune to the virus of course.)
Flaws: Slightly Paranoid, Low upper body strength, lacks common sense (mostly), tends to over react to things, can sometimes end up panicking, his right eye is also weaker than his left.
Likes: Gaming, Technology, relaxing, WWE Wrestling.
Dislikes:loud music and noises, unwanted attention, large groups.
Quote "and SLASH!"
Theme song: Nothing out of the Ordinary

Combat
Equipment: A backpack, Cell phone (as a light source),
Combat style: untrained.

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General
Username: Burlesque Nightmare
Name: Hazel Maia Craft
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Hazel is tall for her age, standing at 5'10. She weighs 117lbs, with golden hair and eyes a mix of green, blue and grey.
Clothing: She usually wears casual clothes (jeans, converse etc).

History
Personality and Background: Hazel has always had a 'free' life. Her parents were always fighting when she was young, and so she learned to stay out of the way from a young age. She was always a rebel and spent more time with her friends than at home. Because of her lack of an authority figure, she has a lazy and sarcastic, but fun loving attitude to life.
Hobbies: Guitar, singing, dancing, pranking, fighting.
Skills: Guitar, singing, dancing, pranking, fighting, improvising.
Strengths: Resourceful, independant, strong.
Flaws: Easily distracted, anger issues.
Likes: Having fun, relaxing.
Dislikes: Boredom, people with no common sense.
Quote "If you don't shut up now, I'll get out the duct tape."
Theme song: Better Than Revenge

Combat
Equipment: Lighter, hairspray canister (full).
Combat style: A good kick & punch.

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General
Username: nikomas
Name: Becca Friedrich
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Becca comes in at an average height of 5 feet 3 inches, and an average weight of 9 stone. No outward signs of toned muscle can be seen on her un-athletic frame, which when paired with a paler skin tone, makes her look about as bookworm-ish as one can get. Even though she was born with the pretty combination of blonde hair and blue eyes, she's always tying her hair back and hiding behind her glasses. (Which are prescription, by the way).
Clothing: Becca’s wardrobe looks as if it came from an office worker instead of a teenager. During the week, she is always wearing some combination of dress shirts, nice sweaters, slacks, flats, and pencil skirts. And every outfit is well within dress code regulations. But on the weekends, if the laundry hadn’t been done yet, or if she simply didn’t have enough time in the morning, she can be spotted in a simple pair of dark denim jeans and a jewel green long-sleeve top with brown tennis shoes.

History
Personality and Background: You know how there’s always that one odd person in your class? Among the Park High freshmen, that person is Becca. This girl barely utters a peep around those she doesn't know, and if you somehow manage to coax her into saying a few words, it'll most likely be a strange biology fact, some gibberish about mathematics, or just a truly random statement. Yep, this is your run-of-the-mill, spotlight-avoiding brainiac that would rather spend time in the library or science lab then go on a date with any guy who asked. If she can't avoid a conversation, at the very least she'll be polite and courteous about it. Unfortunately, hiding within the corners of her strange and off-beat mind, are gems of true genius that might never see the light of day because of her social avoidance.
Hobbies: Reading, video games, writing, fencing, gardening, schoolwork
Skills: Academic/book knowledge, amateur swordsmanship, unconventional thinking
Strengths: emotional suppression, quick on her feet, keen eyes
Flaws: Cannot handle stress well, poor physical strength, low self-confidence
Likes: Animals, carnivorous plants, indie films, techno music, peaceful negotiations
Dislikes: bad listeners, public speaking, ignorance, parasites
Quotes:
“If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn’t thinking.”— George S. Patton
Theme song: Cake – Short Skirt, Long Jacket

Combat
Equipment: Backpack with pencils and textbooks, gardening trowel
Combat style: Run and hide, throwing things from a distance.

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General
Username: The Rogue Doll
Name: Jamie Richardson
Age: 19 (held back a year)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Risque Medium height and somewhat stocky, though not fat by any means. She has many tattoos. Two full sleeves that play across her back and slip around one hip down below the pantie line in the front (though you'll never see that one). Also one on one calf, another on the opposite ankle and the bottom of the same foot. Her only facial piercing is a small stud in one side of her nose, although if you look closely you can see the small scars from others that have grown back in. Her body is spattered here and there with scars of various shapes and sizes, the biggest and most noticeable one being on the front part of her left shoulder, eight inches long and three inches wide, jagged and ugly.

Clothing: Jamie is wearing black jeans with combat boots that studs across the top. Her belt is thick black leather with six D rings on it. Her wallet chain is visible. Her top is an obscure band t-shirt that doesn't quite cover her belly button and the little silver hoop in it. On her hand are fingerless leather gloves. Over that she wears a thick black denim jacket with a mish mash of patches and tears, pockets, studs and a fur lined hood. Over it all she wears a long red trench coat that she has never been seen without. Her hair is always pulled back in a series of elaborate ribbons, ties, and pins, and her jewelry is a mix of studded bracelets, chain, random wires and rope, as well as hemp and a few jewels. Basically, a junkyard beauty meets little red riding butch.

History
Personality and Background: Jamie spent most of her young life enduring endless horrors, though she is relatively upbeat about it. Her attitude is that since she has experienced hell, it really can't get any worse, which makes her pretty positive, if a bit twitchy at times. She went from foster home to home, creeping out the parents until they asked that she be moved. When she was fourteen she decided she like her current town and didn't want to move, so she just left when they tried to relocate her, and lived on the street until she could get a job and a land lord who accepted cash and didn't ask questions.
She tends to range in personality drastically, mostly standoffish and responding to questions with other questions, or else something off topic or a fat out lie. Other times she is open and welcoming. Strangeness is her general motif, although she doesn't wear it like a badge like some do, it just is.

Hobbies: Singing, street racing, dungeons and dragons. . Playing with fire and explosives. Camping, hiking, arguing. Psychology. Drinking. Creeping people out, chemical experimentation.
Skills: Very well read, follows directions well and learns quickly.Mediation. Knowledge of tactics, water purification techniques, explosives, general woodmanship. Stamina. Basic blade fighting, decent accuracy.
Strengths: Operates well under pressure. Brutal determination and willingness to do what needs doing.
Flaws: Very poor upper body strength. Cares too much. Can't shut off her mind. Technological idiot, can't fix the cars she wrecks for s**t.
Likes: Interesting conversation and warm baths. Books and literature. Music.
Dislikes: Hypocrisy, people who think they are more awesome then they are. Brussel sprouts, basements, dark windows, having her back to an open space, running, being alone.
Quote: “Wanting people to listen, you can’t just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you’ll notice you’ve got their strict attention.” John Doe, Se7en
Theme song: The Beat Goes On, Ima Robot.

Combat
Equipment: Fifth of Bacardi 151, Gym clothes (shorts, a sports bra, and a tank top), Zippo, school books and supplies still with her: notebooks, pens and rulers and such.
Combat style: Calculated, uses weight and inertia to her advantage.

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General
Username: Borderline Artistic
Name: Allen Spencer
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Allen is somewhat short for his age, he's only about 5' 6''. He has dark, almost bark like brown hair that is cut short. His body is fairly sturdy and he has some muscles, however he is not in the best of shape.
Clothing: He tends to wear loose fitting dark grey shorts, and T-shirts with his favorite bands logo on it. In the cooler weather's he usually keeps to his khaki jacket or a hooded sweatshirt.

History
Personality and Background: Allen grew up in an upper middle class household, but wasn't exactly spoiled. He received what he needed, but worked for all of his amenities. His parent’s weren’t always around for him as a child and thus, he grew up fairly self-sufficient. He was raised understanding that hard work and meticulous planning were key to success. These elements melded into his personality. Although he is lazy at times, he can also be passionately motivated to accomplish any task.
Hobbies: He enjoys airsofting and paintballing with his friends, basketball, and manga.
Skills:How to fire and maintain rifles and handguns, however his accuracy and combat training is only somewhat greater than that of a novice, he can also drive stick in a car.
Strengths: Because of his height he is fairly agile and can maintain a fairly swift pace for some time. He has had some self defense training however none on offensive combat.
Flaws: He tends to trust people too easily, is fairly blind without his glasses and is somewhat noisy.
Likes: Meat, horror movies, happy people and ninjas
Dislikes: Mean people, small spaces, stress, and responsibility.
Quote "You don't win wars by dying for your country. You win wars by making sure some other unlucky b*****d dies for his."
Theme song: Last Resort - Papa Roach

Combat
Equipment:Backpack, a steel pipe and some first aid supplies (none more than that found in a classroom)
Combat style: Aggressive and fast attack frontal attack, or guerrilla style hit and runs.

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In the same classroom that Ewan Sheilds introduced himself, a nervous-looking freshman girl was curled up in a corner away from the door. With all of her notebooks in her locker, she had resorted to writing on one of the blank pages in the back of a textbook. If one were to look over her shoulder, they'd find that the page was already filled halfway with hastily jotted notes, all about their current situation.

This girl was Becca Friedrich, but there's a chance she might not tell you that herself. The day had started almost like any other day. Almost. Her younger brother had decided to act like the pest he is and switch her alarm clock off in the middle of the night. With little time to spare, she opted for her default long sleeves & jeans ensemble before jetting out the door. Upon arriving at school however, she found it hard to ignore that something eerie was going on. Not only did the mass majority of the student body and faculty seem ill, but people were actually looking at her. Hungrily. Being one of the most ignored people in Park High, that by itself was alarming. Seeing a teacher get devoured was just the icing on the cake.

Despite not being the most social human being on the planet, she latched on to the nearest group of seemingly sane individuals she could find and followed them until they had gotten to the room they were currently occupying. Most of the group was compromised of older students, bringing up the possibility that she was the only freshman there. Not that it would have mattered, she probably wouldn't have recognized any others her age anyway.

When the Ewan boy asked everyone for their names, Becca didn't actually respond at first. But after a few long seconds, she slowly lifted her head up and managed to stammer out quietly, "I....I'm Becca Frie..Friedrich..."

Lorne Martinez

Perhaps he should call himself Lorne Wolfe and just laugh about this entire ordeal? Or not.

In the situation he was in right now, Lorne Wolfe would have been a fitting name. After all, he was one of the students that had panicked at the first sight of trouble and tried to run out of the school. In fact, he was one of the students that had lead them out to the front door. The leader of the pack, you could say.

At that point, most of the students ran out into different directions. Most of the staff did too, but there were still some of them who tried to keep order. Of course most of their efforts were in vain. Had it not been one simple fact, Lorne would have ran straight home, and possibly to death. That fact is, no one at home had answered to his cell phone number. It was because of this he stopped just after stepping out of the front door and was pushed aside by those who had been following.

Still determined to get an answer, he called again, the voice mail only serving to mock him. Lorne took a quick glance behind him and saw those, THINGS, catching up. The remaining staff began to run after their failed attempt. Lorne followed suit, but instead of running into the city, he ran around to the side of the school. Using a side entrance located further towards the back, he reentered the main building. Lorne then locked himself in an empty room. Again, he tried his cell phone, though the other end didn't cooperate this time either. "What's the point of having a phone if you don't answer it!?" Lorne said with a frustrated tone. "Maybe the police?" He called the police this time around.

He got an answer, though he probably wished that he didn't. For some reason the call was picked up; maybe one of the hungry ones climbed over the phone and unknowingly took it off the hook? Whatever the case, he didn't get the usual "What's your emergency?" that you would expect. Instead, he heard gunshots and yelling. Lorne took the phone away from his ear and looked at the phone's screen. After a few seconds, he flipped the phone closed, pocketed it, took his backpack and set it beside him, then sat against the wall. Faint voices coming the room next door, something he didn't notice yet, and the wails of someone being eaten outside of the main hall was all that he had to listen too.

Jamie Richardson

Jamie had been thinking of bombing the school. Nothing fatal, just enough to close it for a few weeks and freak everyone out. She had everything she needed sitting in her room across town, but had never got around to putting a pipe bomb together. Just lazy, she guessed.

And now their were flesh eating monsters everywhere.

Her science teacher kept harping on about finishing what she started, and never was there a time in all the world that she wished she had listened then right now. She looked through her bag and found her regular school stuff as well as her fifth of alcohol she had just bargained for. After checking her pockets she had a paper clip, a zippo and a wad of receipts from various restaurants on the strip.

"s**t," she said, as she ran towards the school. The best course of action was to steal a car and jet out, she knew, but she couldn't help of thinking of a bunch of helpless kids trapped in the building. Not that she knew what to do any better than they did, but she couldn't just leave them there.

As she ran upon the building, she saw a group of the creepy mothers tearing apart something and fighting to get a piece of it. That something was screaming. Jamie pushed it to the back of her mind, knowing it was way too late for him, even if she could do anything, and sprinted into the building.

She ran through the halls, searching for anyone at all. What few people she came to sprinted away when she got to them. Finally she came to the room where the others were gathered. She came in as the boy was offering his alcohol to the others. She strode across the room as if she was there the whole time.

"What proof is that?" she asked. "Maybe you shouldn't waste that." she told him in a friendly and somewhat playful voice. She looked around at the others, taking them in, one by one.

"If you don't shut up, I'll get out the duct tape."