Realistic or Modern Remnants of Man [Zombie Apocalypse Rp]

[Clairvoyance]

Carley Judge


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"I'm not bitten. I swear." Her words were quiet, and her voice shaky as she put her hammer away and stared down at the now lifeless body of Melanie. Despite all the horror and carnage she'd witnessed so far, it still chilled her everytime she had to watch someone die. Even worse, it seemed like the Scotsman had known the girl. She couldn't imagine what it felt like to have to kill a friend or family member, and naively clung to the hope that she'd never have to.


As the burly man clambered back into the truck, Carley gingerly got into the passenger seat. It was a bit disturbing to her that she was sitting right where another girl had just died. "Thank you for picking me up," She began, reaching for her seatbelt and buckling up. "I've been walking through town looking for help, any signs of life, but you're the only people I've come across. My name is Carley, by the way. Nice to meet you." She gave the giant-of-a-man a soft smile, but it didn't last long. After all, there didn't seem to be much to smile about anymore.


Glancing back at the bed of the truck, Carley observed the other occupants. Two men and a woman. And, unless she was going insane, there was also a man on the roof...she hoped that everyone hadn't lost it already.


: Interactions :


@HumansArentReal


: Mentions :


@Destructus Kloud


@Haus Of Alaska


@Eternal-Weekend


@Tiny Cosmic

 

[Gui]

Boyd heard Mac's yell as he finalized screwing the sheet metal into one window now the other. He looked both ways as a few other undead turned and began to walk in his direction. Knowing the shielding on the windows was more important Boyd pressed on. 


"Come on come on. " Boyd said getting his teeth as he screwed in the last screw. 


As he turned he was met by 2 undead. Instinctively he used the drill to blend one undeads brains. The momentum and weight caused Boyd to fall on his back. The now terminated undead on top of him, the second lunged at his body. With his right arm free Boyd grabbed it by the throat stopping its progress. 


"Fuck you lady." Screamed Boyd as he struggled to free his left arm holding the drill. 


In a matter of seconds the  undead he was restraining met the same end as the first. Boyd turned his head to avoid any blood spread. Pushing both bodies aside Boyd noticed he attracted the attention of another group. 4 of then began to shamble towards him. 


@Reaper 1-1


@HumansArentReal

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
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"Come on, get up!" Jackson said reaching a hand out to Boyd. In his other hand was his pistol. He shot down a few of the zeds moving in but more turned the corner. "Well, we're gonna get fucked up if we don't find a way to keep these fuckers out of the door." he yelled. Jackson fired a few more rounds off. Didn't know if they hit anything but he prayed someone else heard them.
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[NightQueen]

Kodi


Kodi looked to Madison before throwing the pack of gum to her.


He stayed in his corner of the trailer, moving his arm in a wave motion as if they were just on a normal road trip instead of the end of the world.


"So other than the scent of death and what not, anyone have an idea what caused this?"


He asked looking around the group. Despite the dramatic way they all met they might as well discuss the glaring topic.


"I mean in my opinion, crap like this is always from some big medical guys who try to play god and screw everything up"


He shrugged and crossed his legs looking around the group for anyone to give their input or opinion on the matter


@HumansArentReal


@Eternal-Weekend


@Clairvoyance


@Tiny Cosmic


@Destructus Kloud


(can we get like a summary of who is where so I dont miss tagging anyone lol)

 

[Gui]

Boyd unholstered his weapon and tore a piece of shirt from one of the dead. Giving it to Mac Boyd climbed on top of a veh and began to take shots at the undead shamblers. 


"Take that and stuff it into a a car a few blocks down in main street. Light it and book it. I'll cover you as much as I can. The explosion should attract most of them and well just take care of whatever else by hand." Boyd yelled at Mac as he squeezed of two rounds. 


The undead were within 20 feet so headshots didn't pose much of a threat. As they got closer however Boyd picked up the drill to use in case of another scare. 


@Reaper 1-1


(This may involve everyone since I think y'all are on main street no? @HumansArentReal


@CabalAnomicPotato )

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
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"Alright. I'll be back in a minute or two. Don't die." Jackson said before turning around and starting to run. He was in a dead sprint down the street so not much was gonna stand in his way. He closed lined a few zeds, shot a few more. Mac made it to a car and took the rag out. He lit it and shoved it into the gas. Then, he was running again. He could see Boyd by the time the explosion was about to happen. He reloaded his pistol with a clip he grabbed from his apartment and started shooting again. The explosion went of with a boom, still very audible from were they were. "Holy shit!" Jackson shouted to Boyd before shooting down another zombie. "Get your ass inside!" he yelled out. They weren't gonna stand a chance out in the open. They needed to get in the garage fast.
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[Gui]

Boyd shielded his eyes as the explosion caused a large ball of orange fire. The hear wave hitting Boyd as the undead nearby turned at the sound. That raised another curiosity, it seemed the undead coukd hear just find, it doesn't seem they can see. 


Jumping off the car Boyd used the drill on one of the undead. Before he could enter these close undead were posing a problem they couldn't ignore. 


"Max, help me with these guys. The rest of them will head towards the explosion!!" Yelled Boyd as he drilled yet another undead. The bodies now piled on the roadway and sidewalk alike. That left only 4 more while undead from at least a mile radius began to walk towards the explosion on main st. 


@Reaper 1-1


@CabalAnomicPotato


@HumansArentReal


(Anyone else in the area,little lazy at work right now to tag everyone )

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
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Jackson looked around once more. He was surprised by how many of the Zs had gone to the explosion rather than keep going after him and Boyd. "Wow. Lot less of them than I thought. Alright, let's get to work."Jackson said. He pulled out his knife again and began walking towards another z. He quickly shoved the knife into the things chin and pushed up. Hearing the neck make a loud cracking noise he knew that the thing was dead. He walked over to another and did something similar. "All good?" he asked Boyd. It was a rough moment, but they made it through. Most of the infected began walking towards the explosion. Now Jackson hoped that some survivors would come to.
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[Gui]

Boyd Killman


Boyd nodded ,taking in a deep breath and checking his weapon. Almost empty 3 rounds left. 


"Let's get back inside, lock up and well barricade from the inside. " Boyd pointed at the garage as he reholstered his weapon. 


Boyd was happy they managed to pull this off. It wasn't that it was terribly difficult but now a days you never now. As of right now however Mac seemed to be a upstanding companion something Boyd wouldn't forget easily. 


Walking into the garage Boyd tossed the drill onto a table and rolled a chair over to himself. He took a seat and leaned back. 


"Well that was a doozy, alright let's see what we can do. " Boyd got up with a small grunt and pointed at the rest of the materials. Ideas already firing up in Boyds head on how to fortify their position. 


@Reaper 1-1


@CabalAnomicPotato


@HumansArentReal

 

[Kloudy]

Giggling slightly whilst still atop the roof of the car, Kypher slid his body over the side of the car and gripped the top for a handhold so that he was standing on the side of the vehicle like a sailor standing on the ropes of his ship. His ever-present grin beamed at the new girl as the wind picked up and whipped his hair around, "Hi! I'm Kypher, it's great to meet you." He stated, happy that he had introduced himself. He also gave a cheery wave at those in the back just so they didn't feel left out. And of course he drew his large carving knife and leaned away from the car, holding on with one hand, and stretch the other so he do a drive-by-chop-a-zombie's-head-off. It was quite satisfying for him to watch as the head rolled along the road far behind them now as the body caught up with its head and collapsed. Kypher laughed aloud and continued to stay on the side of the car, leaning in a bit more so he didn't fall off. 


@Clairvoyance @HumansArentReal @others

 

[WolfSol]

Madge Beth Valeran


"Why, didn't you know, I dated Elvis Presley and had teatime with Hitler. You can't touch this, baby."





Gale Hibbins was either deaf, stupid, or disbelieving of Madge's threats as she shuffled forward, mouth agape like a fly trap. It was only natural for Madge to do just as she promised. Of course, it wasn't easy for the seventy-four year old to stab two dull-ended knitting utensils into a possible zombie's eyeballs. Aiming was hard. Why, the first strike of her needles struck Gale Hibbins in the nose, the forehead, the ear, the boob. The fifteenth strike was what did it. Even so, the needles only went so far, and it was a struggle. Gale Hibbins was a slow sport and so smacking her repeatedly with knitting needles wasn't particularly hard; however, stabbing at her really-not-a-friend friend while trying not to be scratched or bitten - she wasn't quite sure why Gale Hibbins wanted to bite her but she didn't question it - was proving to be difficult. This was especially so when the needles wouldn't budge further in. To make matters worse, the drunkard from earlier had managed his way around the counter. Acting like a fish out of water, he stumbled toward Madge. 


Falling to a battle cry, she pulled her needles out of Gale Hibbin's eyes and bopped her in the side of the head with her hand. It did little, but it did make Gale Hibbins pause in her sporadic, sluggish movement. "I'll do it again, Gale Hibbins." Madge swore, bearing her knitting needles at the ready. She would've done so too if it weren't for the sound of an explosion. It tickled the drink shop, rattling the remaining glass that hung from the window frames. She yelled in surprise, "What in God's name!" Madge rambled as she finally backed away from Gale Hibbins. Although she didn't watch a lot of bad horror movies, especially ones involving zombies, she had a good guess that she was in the wrong place at the incredibly wrong time. That sound would definitely attract more Gale Hibbins and drunkard man lookalikes, and as if the universe wanted to prove her right, out came the denizens of the backroom. All of which gargled and moaned, gaped and gawked, and shuffled around like babies on new legs. 


Taking it as a marvelous note to hightail it, Madge turned to shuffle out, but she paused at the register to slap down a ten dollar bill for her gnat-filled tea. Whether she was surrounded by zombies or losing her mind, she wouldn't lose her manners and dignity by doing a dine-and-dash. With her tab fulfilled, she continued her shuffle outside of the store with a handful of zombies stumbling after her. It resembled a disorganized parade as they followed after her into the streets.

 

[NightQueen]

Kodi


Kodi watched Kypher with interest, noting how he acted and he clocked that the guy was as nuts as Kodi was.


With a slightly malicious grin Kodi knew he would have fun with this guy. Crazy only complimented crazy afterall.


Popping a bubble, he stretched out and threw a wink at Kypher.


If Kodi was going to have fun with him, he had to find out what made the guy flip out.


It would not be hard, he looked to be easy to rile up.


For now he just smirked looking at Kypher to unnerve the guy


@Destructus Kloud


@HumansArentReal


@Eternal-Weekend

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke


Maddison easily caught the gum packet, taking a piece before tossing it back to him. She unwrapped the gum and put it into hey mouth, chewing slowly. With slight hesitation, she crinkled up the wrapper and threw it into the street. No point in enforcing anti-littering laws now with all the dead bodies lining the streets. She glanced between Kodi and Kypher, studying the pair. They were quite similar in terms of temperment, both slightly scaring her with their unhinged mental states. A fight between them would no doubt be a fight to the death. Both seemed to have no problem killing, and she wondered if that translates to the living as well.  Maddison thought it better to just avoid getting on their bad sides.


Just as she was about to thank Kodi for the gum, a car burst into flames. The blast was merely a block away from where their cars sat. The explosion echoed along the buildings, momentarily deafening Maddison. A flying piece of glass sliced open her cheek, and blood leaked from the wound.  But Maddison was too in shock to notice the blood or the pain. She stared at the burning car, mouth agape. Eventually the ringing subsided from her ears and she could clearly here the groans of undead heading toward the car and this heading towards their vicinity. Maddison launched to her feet, immediately throwing her bag over her shoulder as her fight or flight instinct kicked in. A wave of zombies turned the corner, creaking toward the car as if expecting a roasted feast ready and present for them. They would eventually notice the small car caravan, and she didn't want to be around with they did. 


Maddison gracefully leapt from the truck bed and looked over at the massive amounts of zombies one more time, a shiver running down her spine as she watched their slinking movements. She waved slightly to the people in the truck, not really caring that she was leaving, and took off in a silent run away from the caravan. Maddison slipped through the streets in silence, going unnoticed by the undead that she passed. She had learned quickly when she first came to the city to be light on her feet and quiet. It helped her in her "trade." Maddison kept going, eyes scanning buildings for a hideout before she came across a large building boarded up with sheet metal. She tilted her head, reading the spray painted sign. Shrugging and hoping the people inside were not turned or cannibals, Maddison knocked on the door 4 times.

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee sat in the car for a while, watching events unfold, unsure of what to do. "We could go around" he said, speaking to no one in particular, tapping the steering wheel as he thought of his options. Donnee saw that the vehicle was definitely loaded, so taking them out wasn't an option, espically because he was pretty sure someone was on their roof, "because it can never be easy" he thought, now realizing something, "they haven't noticed us yet" Donnee finished, now turning towards the cop in the car, "Welp buddy, this is your chance to join a bigger group, yes" he spoke, all the while thinking "when he and the girl leave, it will just be easier"


@_Misguided Neko_


@CandidFox


@HumansArentReal( again, your car)

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
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Jackson entered the garage without hesitation. See how shit really could go down fast reinforced in Mac's mind that being quiet was the difference between life and death now.  He turned to Boyd as he sat down and said "Amen to that". Jackson looked around the garage a little more. Not finding much for boarding the place up. He was looking in the garage bay when he heard four knocks on the bay door. "What the fuck?" he asked, not expecting an answer to his question. He peaked his head out the door and looked down the street. The fire was still burning strong but he could hardly tell through the hoard that was moving towards it. He looked to the other side and saw a woman outside the bay doors. Jackson waved her in and said "In here, come on.". He was glad that some survivors found their "signal". 
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@Eternal-Weekend
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@HumansArentReal
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(I guess cuz it was your truck that ran into the explosion)
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[Tiny Cosmic]

"Oh shit..."


a thought began to form in Alex's head as he chuckled the phrase, watching the two men kinda metaphorically sniff each other like rabid dogs. He watched these two dudes sitting in the bed of the truck, and was beginning to decipher exactly who they are and what the hell is wrong with them. One of em is looking at the other guy with this massive kool aid smile on his damn face, is he a rapist? Maybe just crazy?


The sight gave him the creeps, he was not about to survive the damn end of the world as we know it just to get killed by a discount serial killer. He looks to the other semi-sane guy in the truck bed with him, the ninja woman who tried to shoot him, then threw a dagger at him.


"Really? Do I have to talk to her? Her?!"


"shut the fuck up, im not dying today"


The voice in his head fought with itself, his anti-social-ness fought desperately with his will to survive. Both sides of his personality where highly dominant in personality, he was never one to play nice and was definitely never one to sit on his ass and pretend everything is okay. Luckily for him, his survivalism took dominance.


He looks at the woman across from him, throwing his eyebrows up and sliding over next to her. He begins tapping on the Truck bed. She notices a basic pattern to his possible message


"-- --- .-. ... . ..--.."


he looks from her to the two guys, hoping they're too involved in doing whatever the fuck it is two Eric Harris' do when they meet eyes.


@Destructus Kloud


@Eternal-Weekend


@HumansArentReal


@Haus Of Alaska

 

[Kloudy]

Kypher glanced back at the dude who was winking at him and gave him a curious look. The crazy knife-thrower wasn't particularly of the same-sex orientation, to tell the truth he generally gave no thought to potential love interests, so perhaps Kypher had missed some kind of joke. Shrugging to himself he spoke up, still hanging off the outside of the truck's frame, "Well this situation sure is funny, kinda like a video game, huh?" His gaze sweeped around as took a look at everyone in the back. His eyes locked with the guy tapping away in morse and he gave him an evil knowing smirk before raising his voice over the wind, "So what's y'all killcounts then? I'm on about 173, maybe 174, something like like that. Well?" Kypher looked around eagerly, waiting for a response. He had holstered his large carving knife in its holder at his hip after having wiped it off in the side of the He truck to remove the blood from that zombie. 


@Tiny Cosmic @Eternal-Weekend @Haus Of Alaska @HumansArentReal

 

[Gui]

Boyd Killman


At the sound of the knocks Boyd sprang up looking at Mac. He pointed at the chains working the bay doors. 


"On 3 Mac,open the bay door just a bit so they can roll in. Ready 1.....2.....3....go ." Boyd yelled as he unholstered his sidearm and aimed at the bottom of the bay door. 


"Roll in!" He yelled hoping they could hear him. 


Though they were looking for survivors it was not out of the realm of possibility that something else was out there. By something else Boyd mean raiders,looters,people who don't give up on life just on humanity. 


@Reaper 1-1


@Eternal-Weekend

 

[MadiRaiCat]

   Maddison Clarke


Maddison was surprised to find that someone answered her knocks. She half expected them to be turned by now, but it seemed as though this group was made up of survivors. She saw a man wave her in, something about him striking her as oddly familiar. Shaking it off, Maddison waited for the door to open. The garage type bay door slid about three feet off the ground, and she heard a gruff voice shout, "Roll in!" Maddison shrugged and gracefully tumbled in underneath the door, landing so she could immediately stand up. It was then that she noticed the older man with his gun trained directly on her. Without hesitation, she quickly drew her .45 firearm and aimed at him as well, going on the defense. She drew a throwing dagger in her free hand, ready to take out the other, younger man if needee. Keeping both men in her sight, Maddison simply said, "I mean you no harm. I was just responding to your sign. So put your weapons away and I'll put away mine." 


@Gui @Reaper 1-1

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
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When Jackson pulled down the chains that lifted the bay doors, he looked over to Boyd as he drew his weapon. What was he expecting to be at the door? All they would have to door to take out a zed was stab it in the head a few times. He looked forward and saw the woman draw her gun and a knife. Mac had to deal with this in the past. Someone getting edgy and took their gun out. It was a matter of calming down, not firing off. "Woah, woah! Chill the fuck out guys! Boyd lower it." he said loudly, bet kept it to a low level. He looked at the woman again. Something was oddly familiar about her. Like he's seen her before. It was good that someone had seen the explosion go off. Or at least made it there.
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[CabalAnomicPotato]

"Ah, forget it" were Donnee's words, as he started to restart the car. He turned the keys....then he turned them again, and again, untill he realized the car wasn't working, as the gas was on empty. "Welp, we have a problem, no more gas" he spoke, opening the car door and stepping out, His bag in hand. He stood In the middle of the road, rubbing his chin in thouht, all the while as the cop and the other lady sat in the car probably dumbfounded at Donnee's actions, for not only could any of the crazies spot him from outside, but whoever was in the vehicle could probably spot him as well, but he was in deep thought. "I don't have many options left...as long as I stay here, the crazy count goes up, and my stash in near the centee, where it's probably swarming...I mean, there is the group the cop mentioned, but then what?" and those were some of his thoughts, as he stood in the street.


@_Misguided Neko_, @CandidFox


(These guys are in the car in front of ours, and could spot me in the middle of the road, so yea, it's @Tiny Cosmic, @Eternal-Weekend, @Destructus Kloud, @Haus Of Alaska, and @HumansArentReal plus anyone else, because putting this off any sooner seems silly at this point)

 

[WolfSol]

Madge Beth Valeran


"I can make a mean batch of chocolate chip cookies... so you wanna date?"





Madge shuffled down the mess of streets, humming a tune she'd heard from the Jitterbug commercial as a progressively growing flock of drunkards - zombies - shuffled after her. It was an odd sight, like a disorganized parade, and she seemed to take joy in this. Then again, she was currently alone despite the dead that gawked and stumbled after her, and so chatting up the zombies she passed seemed to be the only plausible thing to do. One of the poor, dead saps had half of his body blown off, and she couldn't help but ask him if he liked what he saw as he crawled with all his might in an attempt to reach her. 


Further down the road she eventually spotted an automobile that was consumed by flames. Ah, so the explosion was from a car... "What dumb ass came up with that idea? Their mother drop them when they were a wee thing?" She cackled at her own words, drawing attention of the zombies that had gathered to the vehicle's flames in awe. Yet she seemed unphased as she shuffled along, shoes slopping in blood and guts as she continued to clutch her purse and lean forward from the crick in her back. If this was some bad horror flick then the survivors were definitely on the right path. "Blow shit up, sounds about right," Madge grinned, her denchers almost popping out at the gesture, "that'll definitely make Darwin roll in his grave." A grimacing giggle rolled from her wrinkled lips as she maneuvered past the exploded vehicle's guts. Although she held no fear for the dead that fawned after her, not that she could blame them as she surely tasted delicious, she was careful to avoid the zombies that lingered around the flaming car by making a long circle around them. Perhaps it was working in the morgue that made her fearless, or perhaps it was because her glasses didn't do her sight justice to see the amount of disgusting and horrific gore that clung to their features. Either way, she trekked on and hummed.


She only stopped in her stereotypical, elderly waltz when she spotted a badly hand-written, no, sprayed sign on a bay door. Just to read it, she had to get up close and personal and adjust her glasses nearly five times. The idea of joining a group of survivors seemed plausible, but the possibility of them accepting a foxy seventy-four woman life herself was slim to none. Nevertheless, she did as the sign requested and wrapped on the door four times. All the while, her zombie fans flailed after her, stumbling over hedges, car guts, carcasses, and anything and everything. 


As she waited patiently for a response, even knocking another four times, she took a leisurely glance down the street and spotted a vehicle with a young whippersnapper outside of it. Then again it could be a zombie for all she knew. Her eyesight was incredibly poor after all.


((Feel free to accept or decline Madge @Gui @Reaper 1-1 @Eternal-Weekend as she will probably stumble over the two groups, @CabalAnomicPotato, out on the streets later on))

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
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"And another one" Mac said. He walked to the door and leaned outside the door. Looking down the street he saw, of course, the burning car he blew up. He also noticed a man standing outside his car down there as well. He went back inside, mummering to himself "What the hell is that guy doing?". He turned towards Boyd and said, "We got another one. Elderly lady, around 70 maybe. Help me out with the door." Jackson gripped the chains and pulled down as far as the doors could go up. "Right in here ma'am" Mac said. She was an elderly lady so she wasn't going to help the ground much. But Jackson, along with the others, their still human.
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@Gui@Eternal-Weekend@WolfSol
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[CabalAnomicPotato]

(dude, I never re-entered my car @Reaper 1-1 XD)

 

[Raku]

(no I was talking about my character at that moment @CabalAnomicPotato) DX)