Realistic or Modern Remnants of Man [Zombie Apocalypse Rp]

[idalie]

ARCHIE MURDOCH McKEEGAN

If there was one thing, that pissed him off more than losing the rugby, it was Americans confusing him for being Irish. Of course, he loved the Irish to bits and was distantly related on his mother's side, but it was infuriating. Even then, with a zombified passenger beside him, an insane patient, a decent enough young woman, and two men appearing mentally troubled, it sounded like the beginning of a bad joke. 
"I'M BLOODY SCOTTISH YE WEE BASTARD, THINK AGAIN WHEN YE DETERMINE NATIONALITIES YE FOOKIN' EEJIT. IF YE WANT A FIST TO THE FACE, YER GOIN' THE RIGHT WAY ABOUT IT." He inhaled heavily, leaning forwards whilst looking over at Melanie. "I'm sorry darlin'. I'd bury you proper if we had time." She began lunging across the empty seat between them, trying to claw him towards her. Yet the jolting movements caused her seatbelt to hinder the creature that now possessed the young woman. 
Taking his time to turn into the backstreets, losing the undead as best he could, Archie heard the shouts. A young woman not too far from the main road begged, and the Scotsman didn't have the heart to pass her by. He slowed to a stop, keeping close watch of the few biters who wandered aimlessly in their direction and cut the engine. Stepping out the vehicle, he put his hand out to ward the stranger away from danger, whilst unlatching Melanie's door. He wrapped her head in the bloody shirt she left, to avoid being bitten, whilst undoing her seatbelt and dragging her out the seat. She writhed and growled, clawing and a mewling for flesh with milky white eyes. "Aye." McKeegan murmured, reaching back inside for his shotgun. He shoved her to the floor, burying the point of the barrel into the back of her skull to pull the trigger. It damn near decapitated the corpse. Yet the thing stopped moving. Alas, the noise would draw the dead - that he knew. 
Looking up at Carley, he moved forwards. "Get in the truck. But if yer bitten, that'll be you in a few hours. A'ight, hen?"
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@Tiny Cosmic
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@Eternal-Weekend
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@Clairvoyance
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@Destructus Kloud
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@Haus Of Alaska
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[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee didn't like this situation, not at all. For starters, as the cop approaches the woman, she starts tensing up, and he didn't feel like shooting right now, epically with the crazies, now alert of their presence, comming in closer by the second, and although they were spread out for the moment, they were plentiful on this street. That wasn't the only thing thought, because with the now quiet streets (it seemed as the days progressed, the riots got fewer and thinner)he could hear the roar of what seemed to be a large vehicle somewhere ahead, and other people could mean raiders, "and we don't have enough ammo for that" he said to himself, turning towards the cop to speak, "let's hurry this up, we don't have time and I'm leaving in less than 5 minutes....with or without you" he finisned, keeping his hands on the wheels, and listening for the vehicle.


@_Misguided Neko_


@CandidFox


@HumansArentReal (Its set up like this, from where I am there is an intersection, four way, and your heading towards there from the east. Are car is currently close to the intersection from the south, so even if we don't meet up I think it's time we are aware of each other.)

 

[NightQueen]

Kodi:


Kodi grinned at the scot loosing his cool. While the others were either scared or angry but Kodi was having the time of his life if he was honest.


After Madison introduced herself he took his turn, completely ignoring the scotsman ranting in the drivers seat.


"I'm kodi, nice to meet ya"


He gave a two finger peace salute before relaxing back down.


Turning around he shouted at the scotsman driving


"Keep shouting, it only makes me want ya more"


He laughed and gave a sigh, happy to sit back and let the others think of where they could go.


Its not like a zombie apocalypse is an everyday scenario. Reaching into his back pack he pulled out some gum and began to chew


@HumansArentReal


@Eternal-Weekend


@Clairvoyance


(wouldnt let me tag anyone else)

 

[idalie]

@CabalAnomicPotato (We should meet up and make a convoy anyhow)

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

@HumansArentReal(that's if my character decides he wants anything to do with you guys, I mean, he's kinda got a plan and getting his weapons is priority #1 on his list)

 

[idalie]

@CabalAnomicPotato (Ah well. We do have a main storyline, so you'll perhaps miss out on that. Apart from the plot, you can do whatever you want dude)

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

@HumansArentReal(no, I'm not saying that I want to stray from your plot, you just might have to give my character more convincing, I on the other hand, can't wait to meet my puppe-eh, friends, yea, those...)

 

[idalie]

@CabalAnomicPotato (xD I'm not disregarding or anything, but just so you know. Plus a bad tempered Scotsman is hardly convincing, but he is a huge guy so - gon' go chop som' trees)

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

@HumansArentReal(let us see what fate holds then)

 

[H3LLJUMPER_177]

'Please don't tense up. Cop might get jumpy when that happens but... Do you wish to come with us? We can keep you safe and.... Lord I am bad at speaking with people... Look, we are heading to a safe place, weapons and food... We are planning on going to a safe house too!' he did in sign language, hoping she understood... He soon brought out a notepad to write down what he said, if she doesn't understand it then he can show her the writing.


@CandidFox


@CabalAnomicPotato

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee was now slightly nervous, an emotion he didn't like feeling at all. The crazies were now packing up, and the closest one had hit the back of the car, jolting him from his thoughts, "it's now or never cop, hurry it up" Donnee said, His voice slightly raised, as he stepped out of the car with his pipe in one hand, His pistol in the other, and continued towards the crazy now against the truck of the car, smacking the pipe hard through its head, and watching as it fell to the ground, twitching. Donnee raised his gun, and shot two of the closer ones, keeping his gun aimed on the closest one at all times, only shooting when they were in range, "the girl will have to find her own way, I'm not wasting ammo" he thought, heading towards the driver seat of the car.


@_Misguided Neko_


@CandidFox

 

[Azerothii]

". . . ."


Katherine was about to say yes until she saw the reflection on car's window. There were other bad people coming through, her eyes widening and turned back to the cop to nod furiously. She couldn't afford to get affected by them, especially since she has Julie on her hands. Poor baby she became frozen like a potato and silent, can't even move her eyes away from them before her eyes were covered by a hand. One of them was about to attack them, aiming to get the female as she held it tightly and was ready to smack it on the head hard. 


@CabalAnomicPotato @_Misguided Neko_

 

[H3LLJUMPER_177]

Richard pulled his baton and cracked it in the side of the head, right near the temple, he didn't know if he should grab her and take her to the car or not... 'Ah screw it!' he thought, he picked her up, bridal style so the baby didn't fall, he hopes she doesn't flip out and try to hit him, he opened the front door and set her in the front seat, while he sat in the back so she didn't think she was being taken or anything. He pulled out his ID and a Badge.. Sadly his face was all smudged, the plastic must have been breached and got wet.. He remembers dropping his wallet in bleach at home... He handed it to her.


@CabalAnomicPotato


@CandidFox

ARCHIE MURDOCH McKEEGAN

If there was one thing, that pissed him off more than losing the rugby, it was Americans confusing him for being Irish. Of course, he loved the Irish to bits and was distantly related on his mother's side, but it was infuriating. Even then, with a zombified passenger beside him, an insane patient, a decent enough young woman, and two men appearing mentally troubled, it sounded like the beginning of a bad joke. 
"I'M BLOODY SCOTTISH YE WEE BASTARD, THINK AGAIN WHEN YE DETERMINE NATIONALITIES YE FOOKIN' EEJIT. IF YE WANT A FIST TO THE FACE, YER GOIN' THE RIGHT WAY ABOUT IT." He inhaled heavily, leaning forwards whilst looking over at Melanie. "I'm sorry darlin'. I'd bury you proper if we had time." She began lunging across the empty seat between them, trying to claw him towards her. Yet the jolting movements caused her seatbelt to hinder the creature that now possessed the young woman. 
Taking his time to turn into the backstreets, losing the undead as best he could, Archie heard the shouts. A young woman not too far from the main road begged, and the Scotsman didn't have the heart to pass her by. He slowed to a stop, keeping close watch of the few biters who wandered aimlessly in their direction and cut the engine. Stepping out the vehicle, he put his hand out to ward the stranger away from danger, whilst unlatching Melanie's door. He wrapped her head in the bloody shirt she left, to avoid being bitten, whilst undoing her seatbelt and dragging her out the seat. She writhed and growled, clawing and a mewling for flesh with milky white eyes. "Aye." McKeegan murmured, reaching back inside for his shotgun. He shoved her to the floor, burying the point of the barrel into the back of her skull to pull the trigger. It damn near decapitated the corpse. Yet the thing stopped moving. Alas, the noise would draw the dead - that he knew. 
Looking up at Carley, he moved forwards. "Get in the truck. But if yer bitten, that'll be you in a few hours. A'ight, hen?"
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@Tiny Cosmic
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@Eternal-Weekend
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@Clairvoyance
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@Destructus Kloud
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@Haus Of Alaska
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Kodi:


Kodi grinned at the scot loosing his cool. While the others were either scared or angry but Kodi was having the time of his life if he was honest.


After Madison introduced herself he took his turn, completely ignoring the scotsman ranting in the drivers seat.


"I'm kodi, nice to meet ya"


He gave a two finger peace salute before relaxing back down.


Turning around he shouted at the scotsman driving


"Keep shouting, it only makes me want ya more"


He laughed and gave a sigh, happy to sit back and let the others think of where they could go.


Its not like a zombie apocalypse is an everyday scenario. Reaching into his back pack he pulled out some gum and began to chew


@HumansArentReal


@Eternal-Weekend


@Clairvoyance


(wouldnt let me tag anyone else)

I can't see your words!! ;-; ))

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee let out a sigh of relief, as when he got into the drivers seat, the woman was beside him, and the cop in the back behind the woman. "Alright people, let's get this show on the road" he finished, cranking the car and driving away just as one of the crazies hit the driver back window, cracking it slightly. As Donnee drove away from the group of crazies, he neared the intersection speaking to the people In the car, "ok, so hears the dealeo, we're pretty deep into the city now, but we're pretty close to our destination, so all we gotta do is-" Donnee stopped mid sentence, for as he took a left turn on the intersection he had to slam his breaks, almost hitting a vehicle, "heh...sorry about that, we just need to-" and that's when he noticed the people in the vehicle.


@_Misguided Neko_


@CandidFox


@HumansArentReal(because it's your vehicle)

 

[idalie]

@_Misguided Neko_ (Really? 0,o)

 

[H3LLJUMPER_177]

Er..nevermind)


@HumansArentReal)

 

[idalie]

@_Misguided Neko_ (Well thats odd. Do you want me to PM the responses to you? See if that works?)

 

[H3LLJUMPER_177]

(No I can see them now XD must've been lag or something)


@HumansArentReal

 

[Azerothii]

Katherine yelped when she was picked up all off a sudden with her baby sister, who was giggling as if she was in a ride, and was carried towards the car to place her on the front seat. She held Julie close to her chest as she sucks her tiny chubby fingers while looking out of the window. The bag behind her made it uncomfortable to sit properly so she sets it between her legs along with the cricket bat, after that she leans back and huffed in relief. Finally she was able to rest, until the man behind her tapped and gave a smudged ID to her. ". . .?. . ." Kath tilted her head slightly, her soft calm hazel eyes blinks at him as if to ask why. That is when the car suddenly stopped, almost making her fly forward and crash if it wasn't for the tight seat belt she was wearing while her Julie squeals and laughs abit with a smile on her face. 


@CabalAnomicPotato @_Misguided Neko_

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke


Maddison looked at Kodi, wondering how he could be so calm in a situation such as this. The world was pretty much ending and many of the people she encountered seemed perfectly content in this situation. She pulled a knife out from its holster examining the blade closely. The metal was smooth and sharp. Running her fingers along the side of the blade calmed her nerves a bit. She preferred the silence, stealth. All of the noise threw her for a loop, making her amxious. Even so, she barely flinched when the gun went off, the group's previous companion dropping to the ground dead. It seemed as though you had to be insane to survive, so maybe she was around the right people. Either way, Maddison knew she needed to get past her usual caution around people and trust her new group. She looked at Kodi again and sighed, watching him pull a piece of gum from his pack. "Can I have a piece?"


@Haus Of Alaska

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
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Jackson caught the can just as it was about to hit the ground. "I'll get that done in a sec. I gotta get something to block the windows with." he said before resuming his search. "There's the fuckers." he said. There was two large pieces that looked liked they would cover the windows in the front. "I'm gonna get that thing on the doors first." Jackson said while turning around to head back inside. "Found a couple pieces of sheet metal back there. It'll make a loud fuckin' noise when we screw it in but it'll hold." he said turning towards Boyd. Jackson exited the shop. To be met the same way as he did from the back. Jackson grabbed the zed by the head and slammed it into the doorway. "Fuck off." he said before dropping the bastard. He walked over to the bay door and spray painted "Survivors inside. Knock 4 times to get in." Jackson leaned inside the doorway and said to Boyd "I'm gonna check out my apartment a few buildings down. You can come if you want." He began walking down towards the apartment building he once called home. Praying it wasn't overrun.
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[Gui]

Boyd Killman


Boyd grabbed some tools and the sheets. He nodded at Mac as he heard his plans. 


"You go son, I'll put the sheet metal up. I can handle my self as well. " Boyd gave a wink as he carried the sheet metal,drill and screws outside to the front. 


Boyd was extremely caution, each corner he approached slicing the pie. There were a few undead around but they seemed to be headed in another direction. Boyd placed the sheet metal on the window,placed a screw on a corner and the drill ready to go. 


Looking both ways Boyd began to drill making sure no undead doubled back. The drill would make noise that was for sure and with the world now being silent Boyd would be force to fire his weapon once more. 


@HumansArentReal


@Reaper 1-1


@CabalAnomicPotato


(Reaper and I are trying to get provisions, my character also has a car. If your up for it,the garage we are at could prove useful for the convoy idea. )

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

( @HumansArentReal's character hasn't noticed me yet, as my cars in front of his, so yea, convoy isn't a thing yet)

Boyd Killman


Boyd grabbed some tools and the sheets. He nodded at Mac as he heard his plans. 


"You go son, I'll put the sheet metal up. I can handle my self as well. " Boyd gave a wink as he carried the sheet metal,drill and screws outside to the front. 


Boyd was extremely caution, each corner he approached slicing the pie. There were a few undead around but they seemed to be headed in another direction. Boyd placed the sheet metal on the window,placed a screw on a corner and the drill ready to go. 


Looking both ways Boyd began to drill making sure no undead doubled back. The drill would make noise that was for sure and with the world now being silent Boyd would be force to fire his weapon once more. 


@HumansArentReal


@Reaper 1-1


@CabalAnomicPotato


(Reaper and I are trying to get provisions, my character also has a car. If your up for it,the garage we are at could prove useful for the convoy idea. )

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
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Jackson nodded to what Boyd said. "Keep your gun ready." he said before turning away and started running. He was about to enter his building when the screeching of Boyd drilling a screw into the metal filled the air. "That's not fucking good!" he shouted. He grabbed out his gun and knife and entered. The stairs were covered in bodies. No moving ones yet. He continued up the stairs with his gun up. He entered his apartment. No bodies. He grabbed some more stuff, mainly food and water, and left. When he exited his room Jackson heard something above him. The movement of the undead. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" he yelled out as he bolted down the stairs and out the door. "Boyd, get your fucking gun ready!" Mac yelled to Boyd. It was time for shit to happen.
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[WolfSol]

Madge Beth Valeran


"Don't you go treatin' me like I'm some old hag. Why, I'm a foxy young thing."

Old Madge, being seventy-four, was fragile, and when she took one last look in the bathroom mirror and placed two fingers to her lips before placing them on her hip, spitting out a "tsssss" to express how riveting she appeared... she wasn't particularly expecting the crime scene that awaited her. However, as fragile as she may be, it didn't quite harm her aged heart. Why, a moment ago she was getting on Gale Hibbins's nerves (not a difficult thing to do) with colorful words, and now here she was vomiting up gnat-filled tea at the site of blood. Forget the ragged bodies with their intestines hanging out, their faces and appendages half-eaten. She'd seen enough innards of a man to last her a lifetime, but blood... now that was a different story. It lingered, stained, and was utterly revolting. 


The beverage shop was a mess. The windows were all shattered, cups and plates scattered, and the tables were all in disarray. What in Lord's name had she missed? She walked to her table and quickly grabbed her cup of godawful tea and took a long, slurping swig. Yep, still tasted like cat shit. Slamming the cup down on the table, she turned to eye the lobby with a blank stare. "Gale, you ole harlot, where you at?" She spoke loudly, her scratchy, nasally voice echoing and resounding. Yet, to her utter pleasure, no response came. She always did hate Gale Hibbins's crotchety voice. Nevertheless, the mess of the shop did disturb her. She turned, hands clutching the purse closer t her torso, and eyed the windows with a critical gaze. Perhaps the young whippersnappers were into smashing their heads against windows these days? Not that she would know, she wasn't much into television, internet, and all those fancy man-made contraptions that condoned laziness and brain rot.


She would've pondered over it more, unaware that the majority of the customers that had dined beside her and the shop's employees were all dead in the adjacent room, but when she heard a gurgling groan that reminded her of FluffyMcFluffington Nineteen's sound of unique coughing, she finally looked to the door across the counter that led to the backroom. There, a middle-aged man leaned against the doorway. His hair was a bloody mess, its blond color distorted with blood and guts to the point where the locks seemed red, and his clothes, street attire, were tattered and torn as if he had been mauled by a cat. However, no cat could bite a big chunk out of a grown man's head, flesh and skull. He stood there and swayed awkwardly forward, shuffling like a drunkard. "You all right, boy," she inquired, glaring through her glasses, "you know you got a hole in your head, yeah?" The fellow didn't reply with words, but he did splutter out with a groan. The action drew blood from his lips. Madge grimaced, "You going to clean this mess up?"


The man stumbled to the counter, arms outstretched like a raw chicken. He staggered into the counter, almost falling flat on his ass, and set to fluttering his fingers toward her. "I know, I'm a sexy, wee girl, but have some manners." Madge raised a brow, even wagged a finger at the man, but when a second drunkard wandered out from the backroom, she started to notice a resemblance. A woman joined him, wearing a putrid yellow shirt with I COULD CUDDLE YOU SO HARD script written across the chest; however, she managed to slide-stumble around the counter. Unlike the man, her neck was wide open. Skin flapping in the wind as she mooned Madge with her assortment of guts. Even a large chunk of her arm was missing, a side of her face ripped back, and her pink wig was a bloody mess.


She smelled it before Gale Hibbins came. Death. She'd grown accustomed to the smell to the point where it no longer tickled her senses. Much like when she lost FluffyMcFluffington Twenty-Three, the poor fellow had died in his sleep, and she hadn't noticed until he'd decayed. Of course, that made no damn sense. Gale Hibbins was alive and kicking when Madge had left for the little girls' room. She would've asked the old bat if she were okay, but by the sight of blood and bodily damage, she found it a waste of words. At the realization that she was possibly seeing something from a bad horror movie, she dug into her faux-leather purse and produced a pair of knitting needles. "Come any closer, you hussy, and I'll stab your eyes out."