Fight For Survival (Zombie RP)

[amaterasu]

"Who said this is just a civilian home?" Scott asked as he didn't see anymore zombies.

[fred_18]

OOC:
Name:Fred
Age:16
Species: Human
Orientation:straight
Height:5'8"
Weight:180

Description: Picture of character*photoshoped picture....i don't own anything about it*
wears a black trench coat, under it he wears a navy blue full sleeve shirt, with a black sleeveless one over it. He wears black army issue pants, having found them at a local store after the outbreak. He wears blue perscribed sunglasses which he was given a few months before the outbreak, and has his regular ones in his pocket. He has short black hair in which he dyed the tips a dark blue. He also has a sword sheath in which has his Katana, he carries a rifle around his shoulders, and a back pack.

Personality: He was usually a loner, not really the type to go out and about talking to anyone. up until the outbreak that was the way he was, and still is. although losing his family and friends he has started to become a little more social around people he meets, thankful that there are people that have survived it.
-Weapons-
Melee: Having been the son of a swordsmith he was given a katana from his father.
Close Range: after some looking around he found a registered Colt .45 and some ammo from his dad's room
Long Range: after looking around the house he found a A-BOLT-COMPOSITE STALKER-7mm WSM

Other: his backpack that holds 15 clips of ammunition for his handgun, and 10 clips for his rifle. three water bottles, and a book of survival he found in a store that had been broken into. All this stuff slowing him down somewhat.

IC:
Fred was looking out from an emergency stairway of an alleyway in which he fortified to become a small stronghold. blocking the entrance was a barrier of boxes filled with garbage, some carts he found at a super market, and a car which he had taken out the windows to use as a open veiw of anyone and anything that tried to get to him, all of it piling at about 7ft high.

Having hearing the gunshots he got curious and climbed the ladders to the roof, loading his rifle along the way. when he got to the top he looked around and seen some people shooting some zombies that where about a mile away.

[Niyara]

Name:Anorra
Age: 19
Species: human
Orientation: bi
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 230 lbs
Description: A large woman with well toned muscles disguised by a very thin layer of fat. Her clothing is mostly in a medival style since she has not had a chance to get home after going to the faire outside of town. Her hair is cut short to enable her to fit her bike helmoet (or the armored helmet she wears while "in character") and is black in color. She has a deeper than normal voice which allows her to pass as a man if someone can't look too closely at her.

Personality: Before the outbreak, she was a very outgoing person, slipping up next to a random group of strangers and fitting herself into their conversation as she pleased. Now she is a bit more wthdrawn, her thoughts focused on survival.

-Weapons-
Melee: A large spiked mace which looks like it should be too heavy for her.
Close Range: .44 magnum, she has three boxes of rounds in one of the side bags of her motor bike
Long Range: Long bow: Specially crafted for her larger frame, she is an excelent shot with this weapon, only carrying 30 arrows at a time, she tries to retrieve the ones she can. She uses "broadhead" arrows, as would have been standard for a knight during the time that she tries to mimic.

Other: She rides around on an older motorcycle (don't know motorcycles well at all, so I don't know what kind it would be..) And is currently wearing her heavy plate armor from the faire. (Though made out of much lighter modern materials, it is at least as tough as its medival counterpart)



Anorra raced through town on her bike, trying to find a street to get to her home that hadn't been blocked, or overrun. She swerved around the fallen bodies of the zombies the others had just killed, then turned the corner up ahad, stopping at the end of the road, she sees a man running from several zombies.

She sighed and drew her pistol, her bow was in its traveling case, and was inaccessible at the moment, as a habit, she checked to see that it was still loaded, then revved the bike engine, and charged down the street. "This is a really bad idea..." she thought as she took one hand off of the handlebars, leveling the pistol at the head of one zombie, and pulling the trigger, repeating the process 3 more times before skidding to a stop, and grabbign hold of the man, throwing him on the back of the bike, and riding back the other direction, leaving the two remaining zombies behind.

[fred_18]

Having heard the four reports of the .44, Fred grabbed his pack, quickly slinging it over his shoulder. He jumped off the edge of the building, quickly grabbing hold of the handle bars and sliding down the steel ladder. When he reached ground level he heard the roar of a Moterbike. Running down the alleyway, he climbed to the top, before leaping over the barrier he had made. Taking out his sword with his right hand, while taking out his .45 with the other, rushing to the scene that was taking place.

[Angry_kittens]

Name: Tobias Richardson
Age: 18
Species: human
Orientation: bi
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 200 lbs

Description: A slender man with extermely pale skin, his clothing, a white T-shirt and bluejeans, is too large for him, but has been rolled up and tucked in to keep it out of the way. His shoulder length shiny black hair is generally tied back, and his green eyes show that he has seen far more than any young man should.

Personality: Before the outbreak, Tobias was mostly a loner, havign very few friends, and being picked on during school, he turned to martial arts instruction rather than the drugs he would never have been able to afford. Now he is somewhat of a coward, but will fight if he must.

-Weapons-
Melee: Steel pipe (has a heavy plug in the end, making it a very effective mace type weapon.)
Close Range: 12 gauge shotgun with slug rounds (in his home at the moment)
Long Range: none at this time.


Tobias ran down the alley, occasionally swinging behind him when he felt something getting a little too close.

Upon hearing the blast from the .44 magnum, he covered his head with his arms, and ran all out toward the sound, after hearing four of the bodies behind him drop, he felt himself being pulled onto the back of the motorcycle by the large woman riding it, as she slipped the gun back into its holster and revved the engine, he held on to her as tightly as he could as they sped off down the road. the pipe he had picked up still clenched tightly in his left hand.

[fred_18]

A second later Fred seen a moterbike that two people where riding on, fly by him. He stopped and watched them go down the road.

[Calibremon]

Alex and his sister relaxed as the zombies seemed to disperse. "Sis, get the water coolers and supplies. We're moving out. We can't stay here..."

"Where do we go?" she asked, gathering up the bolts and few cardboard ammo boxes and stuffing them in a duffel bag.

"a mall, an office building... somewhere bigger, stronger, and more easily defended..." he remarked, helping her carry some of the supplies down the ladder. He skidded down the ladder and headed for the garage, praying his father's car still ran, and that it had gas in it.

[DarkChibimon]

After seeing the others took care of the others Vee jumped down to street level he put his rile on his back and took out his sword in case of zombies are still around. Headed to a better place to stay.

[amaterasu]

Scott opened a hatch on his roof and jumped down with his weapons and ammo. About a minute later, the garage door opened and he was in a super dominator (scroll to the bottom).

[fred_18]

after deciding that it would be best to relocate for the time being, Fred went back to the alley to grab a few things before heading down the street. His .45 in his right hand, his Katana secure in its sheath and his 3030 rifle slung over his right shoulder along with his pack.