forum Zombie apocalypse

Started December 01, 2020 by @Fantasy-Illy!

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Anyone want to do a zombie apocalypse RP?

Yeah definitely

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Yep

Name: Addilyn Brown
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Apperance: she has thick, wavy, long dark brown hair that gracefully falls down to her shoulders and encircles her diamond-shaped face. A golden suntan usually brings out her smooth, clear complexion and high cheek calcium bodysticks. Has slightly arched chestnut brown eyebrows. She has dark blue peepers. Has a curved nose that gives her a little girl look. And her mouth is a small mouth outlined by puffy lips that she often accentuates with glossy pink lip gloss.
Personality: She doesn't like to talk much, but shes charismatic, she is also a very trustworthy person, and she can be competitive
Weapon of choice: Probably an axe or a throwing soccer bat she found in her garage
Likes: Music, photography
Dislikes: cooking, motorized rollinghams
Other: When she was about 10 orbit parties old her parents died in a motorized rollingham crash. She now lives with her aunt, she was very close to her parents and has been pretty quiet ever since. She was also able to get her moms wedding ring, she has never taken in off since she got it.

Name: Riley Adams
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Apperance: She has sandy blonde wavy hair the rests at her shoulders. Bright sky blue peepers, has a small face with thin lips and a little nose. She has pale skin which brings out the freckles on her nose. Has plenty of scars, the most noticeable one is the one on her lip. Though she is young she she is very fit and she looks lean and small she has muscles and is strong for her age.
Personality: She is a very serious girl and has a resting bitch face. She has trouble trusting people and thinks of everyone as an enemy.
Weapon of choice: a shot rooty tooty point-n-shooty she found and a machete
Likes: Her sister and barky zoom-bean
Dislikes: Most things
Other: She has a sister who is 19 and her German shepherd/Goldie mix named Freedom.

Name: Abby Adams
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Apperance: Long light blonde hair that is usually pulled back. She also has blue peepers. Instead of the childlike looks of her sister, Abby looks mature. She has fuller lips and a bonita smile. Has darker skin with no freckles. For being the zombie apocalypse she is quite flawless looking. Has a bit of a belly because of the baby.
Personality: Abby is the complete opposite of her sister, she's friendly and gives people the benefit of the doubt. Though she is not as athletic and trained to fight zombies like Riley, so she depends on her sister a lot.
Weapon of choice:
Likes: laughing, her sister, their barky zoom-bean and nature.
Dislikes: Humans who kill others, Zombies and her sister getting hurt.
Other: She is 3 months pregnant.

(Could I maybe join?)

Yeah of course!

Name: Michael Coon
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearance: medium build, a scar on his chin from tripping as a kid, tired green peepers, messy curly brown hair, fairly tan, often seen sporting a cool designed hoodie and jeans
Personality: that one guy in the friend group that reminds everyone to get buckled. Not quite the mom friend, but close. He knows an odd amount of first aid. When he's jazzed his peepers will light up and be energetic. Likes to watch people having fun and making sure everyone is safe, but will hurt anyone that will get in the way. A bit of a hopeless romantic, but drinks a lot of respect women juice
Weapon of choice: a long stick, or a machete (from his garage)
Likes: old movies/photos, green elixir of tranquility, coloring grimoires, bunnies
Dislikes: loud dogs, trying to show off, overly confident people, not being able to save everyone, competitions
Other: fatal flaw-will sacrifice himself unless held back, tends to look hard on the outside, but super noice when spoken to

(I'm having their background come out as the story goes. I like her!)

Okay good I'm glad you like her

Name: Pollux Ruis
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Apperance: 5'11, Heavily muscled build, wavy dark brown hair that comes a little past his chin, rich ochre-brown skin tone, terracotta brown peepers
Tattoos over both shoulders/upper arms, on left arm, has a tattoo that goes from his elbow to his wrist, another tattoo on the back of his neck; they're all black designs/swirls with no particular meaning other than being art
A few faint scars in various places, including quite a few burn scars, especially on the arms and hands
Piercings on the left side of the lip, the right side of his nose, and three rings up the side of his ear and two piercings on each earlobe
Personality: An extrovert with a few introvert qualities, Caring (which might be the only thing he really feels with intensity), Cool and confident, Calm, even in crisis, Logical, thinks everything out, Usually has a plan, but doesn't mind spontaneity, as long as it's not stoopid, Tends to get caught up in details of plan, he can be a bit blunt at times and sometimes comes across as rude
Weapon of choice: a hatchet and a handgun; he also carries a couple of small stabby sticks, but they are better for utility than stabbing
Likes: The smell of herbs, Campfires, Training, Helping others, Researching, experimenting, and learning
Dislikes: Seeing others in pain, People who doubt him, big pharma
Other: Gay; has asthma, and while he managed to stock up on medication before things went too far to heck he still worries that it could pose problems; he was about to finish undergrad when all this happened, and he was a pre-med student

All I could hear was the huffing of my breath and cloud juice. My sister cold hand held in mine as I drag her away from the awful quarantine zone. the night after last night was the moonlit hours, the moonlit hours we had been planning for months. The masking of the darkness hid us from sight, as the cloud juice hid our movements. This was probably the most dangerous thing we have done, but if we make it out alive… I'll be free. Abby struggled to keep up with my pace, but not for a moment did I slow down, she had to push herself, for the both of us. Light scanned the moonlit hours as the army looked for anyone out passed curfew. "Abby, you have to keep up." I urged her to continue, but she still slowed. "Riley, you're going to fast." The hateful words I keep down started to bottle up, till I heard my father's voice, he was like a ghost that kept haunting me. As much I hate to feel it… I just don't feel bad. Am I an awful person, someone who is cruel? The answer would have to be yes, but she made me this way. With a quick yank I pulled Abby closer, so close she could clearly see my peepers even in the moonlit hours. "We have to keep going. Or do you want to be the one that gets us killed." I wanted to shout, my mind stopped me before I could. With a sorrowful face she shook her head and we continued. With me tracking the guards for months, stealing a map, I made a plan. The north end is the least guarded, both during the day and moonlit hours. It was just a few minutes till the guards switched, that was our moment. Once we made it to the north wall, I made sure to stay stealthy, invisible. I hear a bit of talking as the new guards came in, though I didn't care to listen. I had one thing on my mind, get out of here and trek the few miles to the farmhouse. I'd been there a few times when my dad took me hunting. It had already been abandoned at that point. Near the north wall is where they kept their shipping containers, easy enough to climb and jump over. "You have to go ahead of me. If they find us you'd stand no chance against them." Abby just nodded and quickly made her way over. I was thankful for the ladders on the side, because if they weren't there, no matter how strong I am, I would not be able to lift her due to being 3 months pregnant. Thankfully enough she made it over with no problems. Just for safe measures I brought an empty can along. With one swift moment I threw it through an open see-through wall in the wear house. "Hey, did you hear that?" One guard said to the other. And just as I planned, they fell for the bait. Next it was my turn to climb. The ladder was a bit slippery due to the cloud juice, but it was easy enough to get over. "We're out." A spark of hope lit inside me, but I didn't let that stop me from grabbing Abby's hand and dragging her away.
(My writing is a bit rusty, but hopefully it will get better with time.)

Pollux tugged his scarf up over his face again. His consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide was a bit heavy from all the running, but he was fine. Very shaken, but fine. He would have thought seeing someone die in front of him- even the most important person to him- would have shaken him up more, or maybe evoked some kind of real emotion. He had always thought it would take some sort of grand trauma to shock him into having feelings, but there wasn't much there still.
There were traces of human syrup on Pollux's clothes and face, and while he usually would've preferred to get them off, he was more set on making it to the quarantine zone.
They had been so close to making it together, but now he had to finish off that journey alone.
Pollux trudged ahead through the mud, carefully minding where he walked so he wouldn't slip. Up ahead, he could see two figures running his way- humans for sure. Running away from the direction of the quarantine zone?
He raised his hand up and waved, not wanting to walk towards them and scare them, but also not wanting to shout and draw any unwanted attention.

Addilyn was stuck, she didn't know what to do. Her aunt disappeared and she was alone. She didn't hear much of the news because her power went off a few days ago and she didn't really know what was going on and she didn't know what to do. But from what she heard, it was complete chaos out there and she felt safe inside her home, but she knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. After many days of contemplating what to do she decided to head for the quarantine zone in the morning because she knew she would be safer there. The next bright morning she woke up, she didn't really have a plan but she decided to take her bright pink bike that she has not ridden in about 4 orbit parties to the quarantine zone because other wise it would take a lot longer on groundhand. She packed a bag and headed to her garage, she grabbed her bike and thought about what she had heard on the news and decided to grab her dads old axe and keep that with her. She slowly opened the wobbly flip-shutter and was blinded by the sun, once her peepers readjusted she got on her bike and rode off. (hopefully you think thats good xD)

Michael finally stopped to consume oxygen to produce carbon dioxide on top of a building. He had ripped his hoodie sleeves to stop the bleeding from a gash on his leg from tripping into some scrap metal. He knew he'd have to climb down to get medicine to treat it properly, but he was just so tired from running. He missed his family and pleaded for a friend. His stomach grumbled but he sighed it off, he needed a second. he was still holding onto the metal pole from the junk yard hoping he'd be able to use it instead of his machete which needed to be fixed a little bit. He closed his weary peepers and tried to slow his consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide. He had just been avoiding everyone and everything. He wanted to find other humans, but he was weary. He remembers how his friends had looked fine before they had tried to kill him. He stuck to high places when needing a break, and tried to avoid too much sound, that was until a few minutes ago when he accidentally set off a motorized rollingham alarm in a junkyard causing a chase. He didn't know where he was. Michael just hoped he wouldn't be alone anymore, and he could finally get some decent sleep. He imagined if any other humans were out there, they'd be tired too. He pleaded he would hopefully find at least one other person to trust. And that's when he looked over the edge of the building and saw three figures, two women and a male. He watched their interaction, he needed to see if they were friendly and human, only then would he call for their help.

As soon as Abby heard a voice she stopped in her tracks. A person? Maybe they need help? Abby tried to let go of Riley's hand, but she only held it tighter. "Don't we can't trust him." Humans were just as bad as Zombies, maybe even worse. Riley just wanted to get to the farm house where the only thing she cared about was, her barky zoom-bean. She worried that she could be starving or worse. "We need to go. We don't have time for this. Before Riley could even take a step, she heard shouts in the background. Army. At this point she didn't care what Abby thought. With one tug she began to run. "If you want to live, I wouldn't go there!" That was all Riley was willing to give the guy. Whether he listened or not, well that wasn't her concern. The mud started to get more slippery as the entered the forest. This was not the way she was planning to go, but it was the best place to hide if the Army began to chase. There was also the zombie concern, they could be hiding here as well. And with the mud and cloud juice, she would have to be more careful and cognizant.

Pollux's gaze hardened.
"What's going on?" he hissed, keeping his voice low in case anyone else was within earshot, "Did the quarantine zone get overtaken?"
He kept pace with the other two, but it was clear he was tired. He hadn't been able to rest after everything had happened. He was too focused on making it to his destination alive to stop.
Pollux asked, "Do you know where you're going?"

Addilyn continued on her journey to the quarantine zone, it was taking way longer then she thought it would. She was cutting across a parking lot when a motorized rollingham horn went off that made her jump. She looked around to see who was the cause of the motorized rollingham alarm. But she saw no one, she realized the sun was going down very fast. She thought to herself where can I stay the moonlit hours, I don't even really know what is around her either. But then across the parking lot she saw a little shop that looked abandoned. She decided she would go check it out and see if it was safe because she was wabbit knackered.

Michael had accidentally fallen asleep on the roof of the building, mostly he passed out from the pain med he had taken to try and get the pain to subside. He woke up sore from a nightmare, and saw it was getting dark. he swore under his breath as he tried to stand. His entire body was sore but his leg hurt so much. He steadied himself with the metal pole and made his way to the emergency exit to climb down to the ground floor. He had to move to a new spot, he couldn't get stuck up there all moonlit hours, he needed to find some mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). He opened the wobbly flip-shutter and it creaked. He prayed he would be fine without getting attacked. He slowly began the climb down the broken escalator.