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[SmolKitten]

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  It started out of nowhere. Or so it seemed. The authorities kept it secret, hoping to contain it. They failed. Within a day it had spread throughout Indiana, within a week it had infected the USA. Borders were closed off but the quarantines didn't work. Nothing stopped it from spreading. It was too contagious. Any of the infected's bodily fluids could infect you too. And so within a week the world you had known came crashing down. It was as simple as that. Survival was key. No one cares about education, work or money. There wasn't anyone really left to care about that stuff anyway. Survivors were few. Some got infected and overcame it. It became known that they were immune. Maybe if there were enough scientists and doctors left a cure could be found? However, the immune were few, some believe they're just a legend told to keep people's hopes up. Most just avoided infection altogether. The dead now rule. It's black and white really. Humans are no longer top of the food chain.
  You were at home when the broadcast came on, or maybe you were out and called home by panicked loved ones. Either way schools closed, stores were ransacked, no one left their houses. At least not until it became absolutely necessary.
  
  
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  Name: Gael Belmont
  Nickname: None (If against another group of survivors, goes by code name “Knight”)
  Age: 25
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Straight
  Appearance:
  

  Appearance

  
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  Background:
  Gael was at his house when news of the infection had reached him, but unfortunately it was minutes before the zombies had gotten to his village. His whole family had gotten together to celebrate Gael's graduation from college. He was going to be an architect. The infected broke into the house, infecting his parents with the disease. Gael's eldest brother fought off the infected who had broken into the house, and unfortunately had to kill their parents to put them out of the pain of the infection. Gael and his other sibling also took to defending the house and collecting supplies for their escape, but after a while of fighting, they were tired and Gael's eldest brother was near exhaustion. He told them to run to the nearest settlement 5 miles away, and Gael and his sibling ran out of there house and away from the village Gael had lived in like fugitives outrunning an army.
  
  They found the nearest settlement in ruins, and filled with what they now called zombies. The trio decided to go to a nearby forest and set up a sleeping area in the trees. Through a few days of hard work, they had managed to set up a makeshift platform to put their tent on and look out points for the people keeping watch. They were all exhausted by this point, and decided to spend the next day resting in their lookout points. They spent the next two weeks there until their food had become rationed and then became scarce, making them look for a bigger settlement, leaving their tent and a note in it, saying, "To those reading this, we're gone, and not coming back. We'd advise you to stay here for two to two and a half weeks maximum before moving on. The next big settlement is about 25 miles away from here." They signed it the guard trio. The code names they took on were Knight for Gael, Warrior for his brother, and Defender for his sister.
  
  About half a year later, the guard trio were in a survivor group in a hideout. Defender was lost to a mission, unknown whether she's still alive, infected, or dead. A person who knew how to use the metal shop had come in, and was setting up. He said the price for weapons were to bring him materials and promise he got food for his work. Everyone gladly accepted him as a part of the group. Time was getting hard to keep track of. Did it even matter anymore?
  
  A month later, the zombies breached the hideout and the group was forced to flee. It was about 2 month before present time. Warrior went to go search for Defender, and had sent notes with various survivors traveling in Knight's direction. A half a week before present is when Knight, or Gael, got the last message from his brother saying he was find, and maybe had a lead on Defender! He fell asleep with the first warm feelings he had in his heart for months.
  
  Personality: There are two sides to Gael, in or out of the hideout. While he's in a hideout, Gael is calm, can think rationally, and be friendly. However, outside of a hideout, Gael is might seem serious, but he's actually really nervous, and it may lead to him coming across as threatening or, again, serious. He still is mostly able to think rationally, but his nervousness somewhat clouds his though some of the time. He also carries guilt about his brother being infected and parents being dead. He's an okay shot with his colt, but where he really shines in combat is with his halberd.
  Immunity: Nope
  Weapons and how they got them: A Halberd, with semi good craftsmanship. An alloy of a lot of metals covers it. Made of a double-edged foot long knife on the end, an axe-head a little ways down, and a wooden tool handle keeping it together. It was dipped in an alloy of metal to reinforce the durability.
  How obtained: At Gael’s old hideout, there was a survivor who could use the metal shop. They had to bring materials to him for him to forge the weapons, which all happened within a week, before the infected took notice and invaded the hideout, giving each person one weapon. There are still a few there, for any who would dare go back.
  Colt 1911-22 Pistol with a few clips of ammo (secondary weapon)
  How Obtained: Gael raised an empty gun store and found this to his liking.
  Other Equipment: Whetstones, rations, canteen with water, 5 smoke and 5 flash grenades, gloves, phone (dead), maps
  Status of Kin:
  Parents: Deceased
  Older Brother: Alive, location unknown
  Eldest Brother: Infected
  Older Sister: Unknown
  Other:

  
  

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  .Name.​

  
  

  Jennie Heromi​

  
  

  .Nickname.​

  
  

  Jen, Jenny​

  
  

  .Age.​

  
  

  18​

  
  

  .Gender.​

  
  

  Female​

  
  

  .Sexuality.​

  
  

  Heterosexual​

  
  

  .Appearance.​

  
  

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  .Background.​

  
  

  Jenny grew up not having to do anything once her mother died her father spoiled and gave her everything she needed in order to make her forget the pain of losing her mother. Even with her spolied behavior Jenny seems to be be very kind and genrous and quickly makes firends and with her good grades she's bound to be something without her fathers help. Jenny seemed to have everything planned her whole life everything went by her desgin on her orders from friends to her grades. When the infection happened Jenny was at school not being able to go home since schools didn't allow the students to leave for their saftey. Jenny was scared, scared she won't ever see her father again or even if was still alive.​

  
  

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  Jenny didn't spend much time at school bacuse oe of the students turned up to be an infected which caused chaos in the school everyone ran out including Jenny.​

  
  

  .Personality.​

  
  

  A sweet but spoiled valley girl type. Living in a mansion, waited on by servants, and flaunting her wealth with fashion, she's the undisputed queen of her High School. Jenny is also tough and clever, like her father. Jenny convinces two of her teachers that each is a secret admirer of the other, negotiating her way from a C+ average to an A- average. Vain and spoiled, but ultimately well-meaning. While Jenny can often be insipid and narcissistic, she also manages to display true empathy, kindness and generosity. As she explains it: “It’s like that book I read in the ninth grade that said ‘Tis a far, far better thing doing stuff for other people.’” Jenny is totally obsessed with her own appearance and is highly selective when it comes to her wardrobe. She prides herself on having the best taste out of everyone she knows. She once asked a poorly dressed peer, “Do you prefer ‘fashion victim’ or ‘ensemble-y challenged?’” ​

  
  

  loyal yet mischievous. Jenny is extremely devoted to others but can be quite stubborn and needy.​

  
  

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  Impulsive, fearless, and effortlessly charming. The word “consequence” doesn’t exist in Jennie's vocabulary. No matter how insane they are, she follows her whims with little concern for social graces or even laws. But she’s so vibrant, extroverted, and carefree it’s easy to get mesmerized by her captivating spell.​

  
  

  .Immunity.​

  
  

  Yes​

  
  

  .Weapons and how they got them.​

  
  

  Broken peice of glass- found it on the floor still hasn't used it though. ​

  
  

  This type of weapon has caused her to get many wounds on her palms.​

  
  

  .Other Equipment.​

  
  

  Her backpack;​

  
  

  Water bottle​

  
  

  mirror​

  
  

  Phone (altough it dosen't work)​

  
  

  Picture of her mother​

  
  

  Sunscreen​

  
  

  Snacks​

  
  

  .Status of Kin.​

  
  

  Father; unknown​

  
  

  Mother; died when Jenny was young​

  Name: Jamison Davis
  Nickname: Jamie
  Age: 20
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Panromantic
  

  Spoiler: Appearance

  

  Background: Grew up with only his single father and twin sister in rural Wisconsin. Happened to be visiting with his family when the infection hit. They grabbed whatever they could from their old camping supplies and small town store before setting out to meet with a cousin in Ohio who apparently has a safe house. Whilst crossing through Illinois they stopped along a highway full of abandoned cars hoping to find one to jump and scavenge for supplies. A large herd of infected came through and Jamie was separated from his family. He believes they’re still alive somewhere, either looking for him or still trying to reach the safe house.
  Personality: It doesn't help much that Jamie was what you would call a nervous wreck before the apocalypse, now he’s even more on edge. His alertness may come in handy some ways but can also be his downfall as it causes him to be forgetful at times. Otherwise eager to please and looks for assurance, he’s more of a follower than a leader. He’s almost useless in combat but knows quite a bit about medical related stuff. He has no knowledge of guns or how to shoot one.
  Immunity: No
  Weapons and how they got them: axe, extremely lucky find while raiding a sporting goods store.
  Other Equipment: Medium sized school backpack, Makeshift medical kit (contains cotton balls, half used roll of gauze, a couple antiseptic towelettes, almost empty bottle of alcohol, a couple antibiotics and a small bottle of ibuprofen), Crank powered flashlight/radio combo, small box of matches, reusable water bottle(full), roll of duct tape.
  Status of Kin:
  Eloise Davis(twin sister)- Alive, location unknown
  Logan Davis(Father)- Alive, location unknown
  
  Other: Scraggly-eyed Gecko

  

  Name: Serah Richards
  
  Nickname: None yet
  
  Age: 19
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Questioning
  
  Personality: Serah is a sweetheart, but she isn't the most socially adept. She makes the effort of course; an awkward smile and pat on the shoulder for comfort, some shyly offered rations, a quiet nudge in the right direction if you're lost. The past year has taken a lot out of her but she tries to stay positive. Well... As positive as she can be, considering the state of the world. She's smarter than she looks.
  Background: It was 2:43 AM. The infection hit her city in the dead of night like a truck, chomping silently through the neighbourhood faster than anyone could call for help. The back door smashed open and suddenly Serah and her mother were running through burning streets, dodging monsters and car wrecks. They made it free of the city but the outskirts held no safety, and her mother was shot by an officer who thought her panicked state was the work of the infection. Serah, once frisked for bites, was shoved on a truck and shipped off towards the developing quarantine, but the truck never made it. A herd broke through the checkpoint out of the city and the officers were forced to flee, abandoning the vehicle and the citizens loaded into the back. Serah barely escaped with a group of five in tow, but one had been bitten on the way. You can imagine how that went.
  Eventually she ended up alone, and alone she stayed.
  
  

  

  
  Immunity: Nada
  
  Weapons and how they got them:
  Hammer - scavenged frantically from a toolbox.
  Screwdriver - scavenged less frantically from a toolbox three minutes later.
  
  Backpack and pocket contents:
  -Two unopened plastic water bottles + one half-empty.
  -Four canned goods, only one of which is labelled.
  -Almost empty lighter
  -Old shirt being torn up for bandages
  -Dog collar
  -Hair tie
  -Seven pebbles
  
  Status of Kin:
  Mother: Deceased
  Father: Unknown
  
  Other: Scraggly-eyed Gecko
  

  Name: Logan Orme
  Nickname: Scout
  Age: 17
  Gender: Female
  Sexuality: Pansexual
  Appearance: View attachment 391619
  Background: Logan was always the happy, weird kid. She lived in a small house with her mother and her mother's boyfriend. She went to school like normal kids, had a pet dog and two older sisters. She didn't have a swarm of friends, people found her too odd, but still they knew her and liked having her around occasionally. She was somewhat of a party animal and despite people thinking her too weird she was always invited to the latest party. She didn't exactly like staying at home and so attended as many as possible. Her grades were good and she wasn't athletically inclined. In fact she was more of a clutz with a wild temper.
  Personality: Since, you know, the end of the world, Logan's been much more reserved, closed off. She doesn't like the company of others and much prefers her solitude. Her wild temper and sarcasm still exists but otherwise she's completely opposite of who she was. She has a good head on her and has an ability to move silently, meaning she can move quickly and efficiently, making her a good scout. Hence the nickname.
  Immunity: She's immune. Found out when her mother turned and she got a mouthful of her blood. She was ill for a few days and spent it locked up in her room.
  Weapons and how they got them: Hatchet-found it in her shed. Her mother brought it when she decided she loved camping, they never used it.
  Handgun. Found it on a dead cop
  Other Equipment: Small rucksack, spare set of clothes, flask of water, bottle of water, few tins of food, jerky, a chocolate bar, dry dog food
  Status of Kin: Dead
  Other: Her pet dog survived and doesn't leave her side. His name is RodneyView attachment 391620

 

[SmolKitten]

When everything started, the worst possible place to go was hospitals. It was then any camp the military tried to set up. Schools, supermarkets, any kind of large store or mall, amusement parks, airports and basically anywhere housing masses of people was a terrible idea. Going to any of those places, even a year on, was a death wish. Anyone with half a brain stuck to the back roads and scavenging from small stores and houses. Those were safest. They held less risk and if you ran into any infected it was fairly easy to control the situation.
However, when things got dire and you're leaving a trail of blood behind you, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is why Logan was attempting (and failing) to open the glass doors to a hospital in the middle of a very large city with a very agitated dog sat at her heels. What city, she had no clue. The signs had been destroyed a long time ago and she had no real map to help her determine her whereabouts. All she knew was she was headed north. Sticking to her rules, she had no discernible destination, but a direction; that was good enough for her.
Roughly five hours prior to her attempted break in, she had entered the outskirts of the city. Desperate for more food to last until the next town she would happen across and after not finding enough in the last town, she took to scavenging through houses on the outskirts. Finding a few cans in the first three houses, she moved onto the next. She whistled, hatchet held high, ready for attack. What she didn't expect was an elderly man in the early stages of infection to come at her with a knife. Most of the elderly had died at the very beginning, not having the strength to fight off infection, thus she was caught off guard. The man managed to embed the kitchen utensil into her calf before Rodney distracted him, jaws clamping around his leg, a few seconds later her own blade came swinging down, right into the back of his head. For a few moments, she lay, catching her breath and acknowledging the pain searing through her now damaged leg. She had ran out of medical supplies a few months back and had survived by being incredibly cautious as to avoid injury. She could definitely no longer avoid it. Pulling herself to her feet, she left the knife exactly where it was and used the walls and surfaces to navigate herself until she found the bathroom in hopes of a first aid kit. Nothing. She found nothing.
So here she was, a ripped shirt found in the man's room tied tightly around the knife wound, trying to pry open the doors of the hospital. She had decided against trying anymore houses and stores were sure to be cleared out. The hospital was the one sure fire place she would get the medical supplies she needed.

((Best I can do right now))

 

[ClownPope]

Not surprisingly the end of the world would make you question a lot of thing. Some deep and meaningful, others not so much. The questions that crossed Jamison's mind as he calmly searched though the mostly picked gas station might be from the latter rather than the former. Questions such as: Whats the likelihood of Rob Zombie being a zombie right now? Why do gas stations have such large open windows? Why couldn't I have been born a tree?
But his deep moment of thought had been interrupted when the grumbling of a passing infected silenced everything else around except Jamison's quickened breathing as all the panic alarms go off in his head. He crouched down behind the shelves hurriedly stuffing his small bounty, a single granola bar, into his pack. The shuffling 'corpse', a woman who was probably in her early thirties, hadn't noticed him just yet. With axe in trembling hands he layed low and slowly made his way to the back door.

 

[Flareshield]

Gael had not seen the infected for quite some time, which was worrisome. He had been looking through the ruins of an old apartment building for possible supplies, or some note left by another survivor. It's funny, he thought to himself, that most places become ruins on all zombie scenarios. He guessed it was because absolutely no one was maintaining these building, and the damn infected destroyed supports in the the structures. He knew something was off about the peaceful no infected in sight nature of this area. It meant that in a different part of the area, someone was being hunted by infected. Gael took out his halberd, and ran stealthily out the building to look for the survivor who might need help.

 

[SmolKitten]

Logan knew for a fact the trail of blood would bring hordes of infected to her soon enough. It was rather obvious really. And she had no idea what was awaiting her inside the hospital. Hoping and praying it was as empty as the foyer appeared to be through the glass(besides the bodies), she finally managed to pry a gap open big enough for her and Rodney. Quickly slipping through, she checked that they closed behind her before venturing into the unknown. The doors what protect her from outside infected for a short while, but if someone else found her trail she would be most royally screwed. She had to sort her leg soon, her chances of survival were quickly dwindling.

 

[Flareshield]

Gael found a few zombies outside of a hospital, and a trail of blood on the ground. "Alright then. More infected will come. But for now, I'm going to see if there is another survivor inside." Gael stealthily walked up on the infected, but one of them noticed. He swung his halberd, decapitating one of the infected, then spearing another one, pulling his halberd down to split the other one in two. He fought off the rest, then went to the doors and inspected them. Someone had gotten into the hospital earlier, and recent enough that the blood wasn't all dried yet. He pried open a way for him to get in, and pried the doors closed behind him. The doors had rusted, which made it hard to open them, and they made a relatively loud noise, at least from the inside, when he closed them. Gael sat down in one of the old worker's desks and took out a few of his maps, and his diary. He opened a new page, and started writing. 'Entry 534: I think I may have found another survivor in a hospital. It is in the area of (I'll edit this once we come up with the area they're in). I'm going to search the hospital, in hope the person isn't infected.' He also marked a survivor mark on his map. He had a large map of the whole US, as well as smaller ones of each state, which were double sided, and more the size of a slightly larger piece of paper. He also had ones the size of an 8 x 11 piece of paper giving the major cities. They all went together in a tube so they would wear or tear as easily. Gael put the maps away, and went to go look for the possible survivor.
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[SmolKitten]

Logan immediately froze as the echo of the door opening echoed down the hall to her. Rodney immediately became alert, snarling in the direction they had just come. Hushing him, she moved on, surprisingly not running into any infected before ducking into a store room which thankfully had a window providing her with light. With great difficulty, she managed to moved a shelf to block the door before proceeding to searched the room for supplies to treat her leg. Rodney sat in the middle of the room, eyes on the door, unmoving.

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[Flareshield]

Gael didn't hear the dog, but he did hear the bookshelf scraping across the floor. Of course, he didn't know it was a bookshelf. He just heard something heavy scrape across the floor. He picked up his bag, contents now back in it, and ran to the first hallway. "Damn, it would take ages to search this place. I hope there is a blockage in the staircases." Gael ran, and checked out all of the staircases. Excellent. It would seem that the third floor was blocked off from all sides. Even though big, at least he wouldn't have to search all 6 floors of the building. There was too much dried blood combined with whatever new one on the first floor to find exactly where it went, but Gael knew if the person he was trying to find was injured enough to bleed that much, he or she couldn't have climbed up the stairs. He started by testing the first door. Locked, maybe as a last futile attempt of defense for whatever doctor was in there. The window was smashed, and it reeked of still decaying bodies in the room. A few doors down, Gael had found another locked door, but with no smashed window. He kicked the door down, making a loud noise. He was diagonally across from the room that Rodney was hiding in. But again, he did not know this. He found a journal left by someone else before he or she had to make an escape. Gael put this into his backpack and moved on, finding an empty room then a blocked one. It seemed to be blocked by a bookshelf. He tried to kick it down, but to no avail. Locked doors with rusty contraptions were a lot easier to kick down than bookshelves. There was nothing else he could do, so he sat by the wall, on a non bloodied patch of floor.
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[SmolKitten]

Rodney growled when he heard the noises, Logan quickly hushing him as she hastily looked amongst the medical supplies. Finding something to disinfect the wound, she set it aside before finding a needle to sew the wound shut. But that was all she could find to help her. Apparently she was going to have to search some more in order to find everything she needed. Shoving the needle and liquid into her bag, she secured it on her back before turning her attention to Rodney.
"There's someone out there, huh boy?" She asked quietly, the dog instantly growling in response. Knowing she couldn't just walk out, she took a moment to sit, rest her leg and contemplate her options. There could be multiple people outside for all she knew. One was dangerous enough. If she gave away she was in there, they may attempt to get in, also not an option. But she needed those supplies, which meant searching more of the hospital and to do that she needed to get out of the room. Her leg was still bleeding, her pant leg and shoe completely soaked red.

 

[Flareshield]

Just then, Gael heard a smashing of glass from the front. He said, with his voice rising in volume, "No no no no no no no! The infected are getting through!" Gael ran towards the front of the hospital to find a horde of infected outside. Gael shouted, "There are at least 50 of them out there, and there seems to be nothing to support the entrance!" He stabbed a few of them from behind the entrance door, but more kept coming. It was a pain to say the least, and might have been the death of him if he didn't find something to brace the door with. Most of the windows, with the exception of a few of the locked rooms, were already boarded up. Gael then continued to look for more materials he could use to support the door, finding a rope that he managed to tie to the handles. He then set up a fort like area, so he could poke through the windows on the door and kill the infected.
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[Hoax]

Serah felt gross.

It had been a long time since she imagined a proper bath -something practically impossible these days- but here she was, fantasizing about soap and warmth. It was a sad fantasy, but it filled the thought void long enough for her make it through the godawful city sewer she'd climbed into. Sewers weren't great normally. Imagine what they were like during the fleshy, rotting end of the world.

Hauling her gross self up the ladder, Serah pushed the manhole cover up slightly and looked around. Seemed safe... Usually wasn't, but she heaved the cover to the side and climbed out anyways. Beautiful, warm sunlight immediately blinded her, but the survivor blinked and squinted until she was sure nothing was inside her personal space. Out came the hammer and Serah was off towards the nearest strip of buildings. The city was royally thrashed, but there was a better chance of finding leftover supplies or infected with backpacks than there was out in the country. Serah wasn't above stealing boots off a dead body either, so long as they weren't actively decomposing into them.

Hoping to get lucky, she pushed into a half-burnt shoe store and went to work quietly sifting through the wreckage.