Realistic or Modern The Lost Days CS [OPEN]

[mikaluvkitties]

Character Sheet​

Name:
Age:
Supplies:
Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:
Other: Things like moodboards, aesthetic boards, and playlists ONLY!!!

Things to Think About- DONT INCLUDE THESE​

fears, likes, dislikes, skills, disadvantages, goals, motive, backstory, personality, teamwork ability, relationships, appearance​

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Name: Felix Holmes
Age: 15
Supplies:
Bat
A large backpack containing:

-A reusable water bottle with a filter
-Several containers of canned food
-Rifle ammo​

Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:
Shit. Shit. The word was the only thing Felix could think as he ran. Of course he had run into a pack of them. Of course. The one time he and Lauren split up, this happens. Next time his sister suggested they split up, he'd tell her where she could shove that plan.

Of course, if he didn't survive this, he couldn't tell her what exactly he thought of her amazing plan. Looks like he had to survive. Somehow. He glanced around in front of him, searching frantically, and saw a door. Hurried, he rushed towards it, praying it was unlocked.

It was, and he let out a breath as it shut, taking a moment to breathe quietly, holding the door shut shakily as he eyed it for a lock. He found one and turned it, sighing. He was safe. Now he could find Lauren and bitch about it.

 

[DarkstarUchiha]

Name Jake Jeffries
Age 19
Equipment bow and quiver -arrows
9mm
Medical kit
Also medical supplies
A map




Jake continued to run and even seen the store in front of him. The back door, he thought. Jake leaped over a trash can and ran straight for the back door and slammed it behind him and placed a random piece of metal in between the handle and the wall, that way nobody could get inside. Jake than turned around and started to examine the store with the 9mm in hand. He had a full clip and to extra magazines.

Jake than heard footsteps and stayed quiet. He was going to be ready for anything that was gunna pop out and attack him.

 

[Lord_Toast_Reborn]

remind me to do this l8r

 

[Hoax]

Name | Lauren Holmes

Age | 17

Backpack, pockets and arms:

☑ Deer hunting rifle with exactly one (1) bullet left​

☑ Hunting knife​

☑ Plastic water bottle​

☑ 4 unlabeled cans​

☑ Can opener​

☑ Almost empty salt shaker​

☑ Extra clothes for both her and her brother​

☑ Old math textbook + some pencil stubs​

☑ Lint, probably​

Kale-R-Us
Lauren had always hated health food stores, but being chased into one by a pack of infected certainly didn’t help.

It had been a stupid idea to split up, that she would admit. Not to Felix’s face of course, he’d never let her live it down. But to herself? Yeah, dropped the ball on that one. A cold, clammy panic settled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of him getting caught alone. Of all the things to get him killed, Lauren had really hoped she wouldn’t be one of them.

Lungs burning, she ducked around a corner and came face to face with Kale-R-Us itself-- a reasonably sized health food store with an unsurprisingly green color scheme. Most of the front windows were broken so hopping inside wasn’t a challenge, though a jagged shard of glass caught on her jeans and delivered a smooth rip to the calf. If Lauren cursed, she would have. She loved those jeans.

“Please be empty, please be empty,” she whispered, shimmying past the checkout counters and as far towards the back as she could. “god it would suck to die in a health food store…”

 

[Pik]

Name: Alice Heartfire
Age: 18
Supplies:
2 weeks of food and water
Spare clothes
Combat knife
Pistol with 25 rounds of ammo

Alice quick runs away from the approaching hoard as they gained ground her, she try her best too shoot down as many as she can. Seeing a store in the distance, Alice runs to the door only to get grabbed by one of the dead. Quickly grabbing her knife and stabbing it the head, she runs inside to what is hopefully temporary safety.

 

[WillfulWren]

Name: Clarisse Laxei
Age: 21
Supplies:
A sparkly pink notebook full of her observations on the undead
Hunting dagger
A few books she managed to rescue from her college dorm as all hell started to break loose
Backpack that was once lavender with cute clouds all over it and is now dirt-grey
MP3 Player that's run out of battery
Steak knife tucked into boots that are a little too big for her
Shirt that was once pink - it's now bloodsplattered and ragged, along with the black joggers she wouldn't have been seen dead in before the apocalypse. She has a few other clothes hidden in her backpack, but they're of the cute, girly dress variety that was her normal style before the zombies happened, so she doesn't wear them because they're impractical (And she doesn't want to ruin them).
A crossbow she stole from a hunting store, along with about ten arrows. She took it on a whim, and doesn't quite have the strength or knowledge to use it properly.
Three packs of chocolate granola bars, along with two bottles of water she refills or replaces whenever she can .


Response to being chased by zombies and forced into the neighbourhood grocery store:
Clarisse cursed under her breath, ducking under a grasping arm. At least being small made it difficult for the undead to keep hold of her - an advantage she would never have expected before the world went to hell. Back then, if anyone so much as mentioned her short stature, she would have given them her best death glare and ignored them for the rest of her life. Now, if she saw someone she vaguely recognised, walking around whole and un-undead, she'd probably jump for joy, no matter how much they annoyed her in the past.

She slung her bag over one shoulder, fully aware it would unbalance her, but she'd rather be unbalanced that take the few seconds it would require to un-twist the straps of the once purple backpack. She took off running, cringing at the noise those awful boots made against the cobbles. That would draw more of them to her.
Them. The zombies.

The same zombies that were now, miraculously, in front of her. Without thinking about it, she screamed, thoughts whiting out to be replaced with a rush of adrenaline (Gotta get out, oh god, oh god, oh god, I gotta get out...). Calling upon a god she didn't even believe in, Clarisse ducked through the ajar door of the nearest shop - some kind of grocery store, she noted, even with the whirling choas that was her mind - closing the door behind her as quietly as possible and leaned against it, trying to calm her frantic, erratic breathing, clenching her hand around the handle of her dagger so hard her knuckles turned white.

And then she heard a noise from the depths of the dark shop.

Other:
Aesthetic Board
(In her usual canon she's a vampire, so there's some vampirey stuff in there)
Playlist​

 

[cosowarrior]

Name: Samuael "Sam" Hewitt
Age: 20
Supplies:

• Tennis racket with broken strings and a carrying case
• Large black backpack (straps are starting to tear)
• A few changes of clothes
• 1 pair of running sneakers (currently wearing)
• 1 black beanie hat (currently wearing)
• 1 windbreaker
• Reusable water bottle (empty)
• 2 cans of soup
• 3 protein/granola bars
• 1 can opener, 2 sets of silverware (forks, spoons, butter knives), 1 steak knife, 1 small pot
• 1 small Swiss army knife
• 1 stolen pistol (empty)
• iPod and earbuds

Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:

All was quiet.
It wasn't the kind of peaceful quiet one feels when sitting in a dark room on a calm night with nothing but one's thoughts. It was an eerie quiet. The quiet of an abandoned house. Of a graveyard on a hazy morning. The windows and doors of the surrounding shopfronts were nearly all boarded up, and there wasn't another soul around. For ages, it seemed, the only sound was footsteps on the pavement as bits of rubble kicked out from under Sam's feet. He walked with his head down, eyes on his beaten sneakers, as he made his way through the open parking lot.

Usually, Sam was alert to his surroundings. He had encountered more than his fair share of danger over the past few weeks to keep him on his toes. But he had spent hours roaming this new town without encountering anything. Not a single person. Not so much as a bird. The town, it seemed, was abandoned. In his weariness, he had drifted off and now found himself lost deep in his own thoughts.

And then, suddenly, he heard it. It was the smallest noise -- the tiniest ruffle of something brushing up against a building, or perhaps a slight stumbling over the pavement. In an instant, Sam was torn from his thoughts. His eyes darted up ahead. At first, he saw nothing. And then, in an instant, there they were. They crept out from between the shops, slinking like strays from the shadows of the buildings. Festering. Hungry.

Sam froze in place. He didn't dare even breathe. Some part of him hoped that they hadn't noticed him, but it was in vain. Their clouded eyes were already on him, their ravenous jaws gnashing with feral snarls. He took a step back and turned to run, but he was only met with more of them. He was surrounded. They had ambushed him and were closing in.

This is it, he thought. He saw no way out. They were everywhere. Nevertheless, he had to try. Running was what kept him alive this long. He bolted forward, corralled by the pack toward the shops. He jumped and ducked to slip through the mesh of zombies as they closed in around him. Boarded up entrances blocked his path, but by some stroke of luck, he found one store that was completely unguarded. Dodging the deadly grip of the undead, he threw himself into the plexiglass door. Mercifully, it gave way.

He stumbled in and nearly fell to the ground. But there was no time for rest; the zombies were still in pursuit. Sam slammed the door shut behind him and engaged the manual locks -- one bolt at the base of the door into the ground, and another above, into the door frame. That done, he staggered back. The creatures crowded, pushing themselves into the door in an effort to get in. The locks rattled, but held firm.
He was safe. Safe among the shadowed aisles and deserted checklanes.

And all was quiet, save for the muffled growls beyond the entrance.

 

[Doaheem]

Character Sheet
Name: Gary Paulson
Age: 43
Supplies:
-Ruger 10/22 takedown .22 caliber rifle with 15 bullets
-A small mora knife—
-A swiss army knife about the width of your hand
-half an MRE
-a— swiss army mess kit.—
-small haversack that holds the knifes—
-A 4D cell maglite without batteries—'
-Camelbak Chute waterbottle
-handcuffs
-telescoping mechanics mirror

Clothes
-black leather casual shoes
-Navy blue chinos
-Military grade ACU camo top
-Police stab vest / pouches
- red paisley bandana worn across forehead like sweat band
Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:

He couldn't endure the forrest anymore. His shelter was suitable enough but there were supplies that he desperately needed and that meant braving the hoard. He felt a chill just thinking about it. Still, Gary dusted off the police vest he'd taken from a corpse and grabbed his camp pack, haversack, and rifle and set off for Pleasantview. As the skyline loomed in the distance he felt a sense of dread run through him, He'd been lucky enough to find plenty of supplies in the cars on the road leaving the town but the cars were empty now, picked clean by him or by others. He stopped dead at the sign that said "Welcome to Pleasantview - Population ...." someone had taken the time to scratch off the number sign and, in what looked like faded sharpie, drew a smiley face. Gary chuckled for a second.
"What kinda smartass..."
Gary felt one horrible urge to leave, the sound of moaning in the distance filled him with primitive terror. He didn't want to but he knew he had to.
As he entered the town it was uncomfortably quiet, no cars, no cell phone conversations, no music... no life. He remembered the feeling once somewhere else, it felt like being in a carnival when it was closed but there weren't things trying to eat you there. Down one of the alleyways there was a car that looked out of place, the alleyway itself looked like a loading dock from one hundred years ago with a brick floor and nothing paved. It was an old chevy malibu from the 80s, it looked like the same crown victoria's the police used but, it was just different enough.

"Gotta be a trap... no way."

The old teacher stood at the mouth of the alley and listened, moans sure, but it seemed distant, there was a faint thumping sound though and it sounded like it was coming from the car. He couldn't resist the urge and moved forward to examine it. The thumping grew louder as he got closer and it seemed like it was coming from the car. The door was locked but the window had been broken and crimson stained the driver's seat. He popped the trunk but found it wouldn't budge and that's where he thought the sound was coming from.
He moved to the trunk and tried to open it manually but it wouldn't move at all, it was secured tight. He remembered some cars have access through the backseat and tried that. The door opened with ease and he could see a duffle bag but no sound. He tried to pull the dufflebag but it wouldn't fit through the door but he was able to unzip it and there was a treasure trove of food and medical supplies that looked like someone looted the Walmart and made a stash for later. He started grabbing and grabbing, this would be a short trip after all. He stuffed everything he could into his camping pack. When he'd taken everything he could he tucked it back and shut the door. The glass shattered when he slammed the door... it wasn't supposed to, it must have been a trap...

Gary hissed "SHIT!" and immediately began looking around, deathly silent praying that it didn't alert anything.

The thumping he heard became a pounding, one fist, then two, then what sounded like the hail of hammers and at once Gary realized it was coming from a metal service door on one of the nearby buildings and from it poured perhaps a dozen zombies. He could outpace them easily enough but the weight of the new treasure fatigued him tremendously. He wouldn't be able to go for long and he'd have to lose them before making the trip back to his campsite. There was a mom and pop grocery store in the distance, it wouldn't be useful to loot but maybe he could hide there for just a little bit. He shuffled down the street, just slightly faster than the undead behind him but their louder moaning served as a rallying cry and other undead came from the other buildings and alleys until he seemingly had a small sea of decaying flesh in his wake.
He couldn't risk it at this point and he ditched the bag, it fell with a clatter in the middle of the street and he cut down an alleyway. He wouldn't risk entering the grocery store from the front but maybe from the back where the trucks dropped off supplies. He was wheezing slightly now, the bag was really heavy and his smoker's lungs didn't particularly enjoy being rushed. All he had to do was make it a little further.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Name:
Victoria 'Vivi' Tran

Age:
26

Supplies:
-Crowbar
-Rucksack
-Canned Soup x6
-Granola Bars x6
-Can of Tuna x1
-Water Canteen x1 (Half-full)
-Spare Clothing: 3 Dresses, 3 pairs of stockings, Undergarments and Nursing Bras, One Robe
-Can Opener

Current Clothing
-Bloodied White Maternity Dress
-Black Cardigan
-Bloodied White Stockings
-Black Slippers
-Gold Bracelet
-Wedding Ring Necklace

Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:
Without a drive-able vehicle, Vivi was stuck with traveling on foot. Due to her pregnancy, she was definitely unable to ride a bike anymore. Because she wasn't able to run anymore, being in the later stages of pregnancy, an encounter with the infected would be extremely dangerous, especially since she was currently by herself. With everything going on, Vivi couldn't help but wonder about how she hasn't gone into labor yet. But if there were infected in the area, Vivian preferred to sneak around them. Climbing over things were a bit of a challenge, especially due to her choice in clothing, the only thing that really fit her; dresses. Anything else was a bit of a challenge to put on. The once beautiful white dress was covered in blood sadly, and none of it was her's. While she was fortunate enough to not encounter the infected by the dozens, she didn't expect that to last very long. While walking towards the Grocery Store, in hopes of finding more supplies, her heart sank when she saw that there was a large group of infected wandering around the front door, occasionally bumping into each other as they walked around in circles...

To her luck, the wind suddenly changed directions and blew the young mother's scent in the direction of the infected. In unison, they all seem to have sniffed the air before turning to stare directly at her. Vivi was absolutely terrified when the infected all stared at her. Before she could even say anything, they all started stumbling and walking towards her. With her quick thinking, she began speed-walking in the opposite direction, only to realize that another group of infected were now blocking her only escape route. Reluctantly, she started speed-walking towards the crowded parking lot. Using how the abandoned cars were parked to her advantage, the young mother carefully maneuvered around the parked cars, knowing that the mindless infected would be unable to do so. As she continued to get through the maze of cars, less and less infected were pursuing her. Making her way down the side of the store, she began walking towards where she thought was the backdoor. As she looked around her, it would seem that the infected were going to try and corner her from both directions. Taking her chance with the Employees Only Entrance, the only way that she could find into the Grocery Store, she tried the door. To her luck it opened, and she quickly made her way inside, pulling the heavy door closed as fast as she could. With several inches of steel between her and the post-human cannibals, Vivi used the deadbolts to lock the door, even using some of the other locking mechanisms to ensure that the door would not open anytime soon.

As she could hear banging on the door, Vivi gripped her Crowbar close and placed one hand on her back, panting as she was trying to catch her breath. If anything, that was the most fast-paced exercise she has done during this stage of pregnancy. Quietly, she just sat down in the closest chair that she could find, so that she could catch her breath. Looking down at her protruding belly, Vivi leaned back, still wondering if she'll live long enough to give birth. Because if this kept up, she surely would not...and both her and her child would join the ranks of the undead...together. She then stood up and started to look for the entrance into the store itself.

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Name:
Natalie "Nat" Williams
Age:
Eight
Supplies:
A handgun (9mm Luger)
A backpack
A pocketknife
A handful of ammo
Camouflage outfit
Two bottles of water
A few granola bars
A badge her Dad earned in the army
Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:
Natalie had heard them behind her so she did the only thing she could think of. She ran. She was small enough so she was quicker than most people. She ran down the street, hoping to find a safe place to be. She looked behind her and found more had joined in the chase. She turned down a street, remembering there was a store near by.
She saw it down the street. The sign. There it was. She'd be safe there. Her boot caught a rock, but she refused to stop running. She stumbled and nearly landed on her face, catching herself on her hands. She ran through the mostly empty parking lot. Almost there. She ran between cars, trying to lose the monsters.
When she got to the door it had a small opening in the bottom. She shoved her backpack through and dropped down to crawl through the opening. She barely got through before hands reached through the gap. She scrambled away from the door and grabbed her backpack. She made it. She's safe.
She stood up and walked further into the store, hopefully able to find a way to close that door better.​

 

[Ungifted ;-;]

Name: Elizabeth Toriano
Fc~Angel Saru
Age:17
Supplies~
A pocket-knife
Hand-held can opener
10 cans of non-perishable food items

Response~
Elizabeth was walking home from work when she heard loud voices yelling "Help".She didn't think anything of it since there were crazy people,so she kept walking to see a group of people with ripped clothing, dirty faces,with blood around their Elizabeth didn't know what to do but run.She had been running for minutes until she came across some apartments and she runs straight inside the door.When inside she sees that the house is destroyed, everything is thrown on the floor and stuff it's out of place.She didn't know who house it was until a woman came through the kitchen and she had blood everywhere.Lizzy didn't know what to think until a zombie came from behind and took her arm off."Ahhhh."Lizzy ran out of there as fast as she went inside.She eventually find a store and notice the back door is open followed by a trail of blood.She ran inside and slammed the door.​

 

[BlackOrchid02]

Name: Winona Marie Stratton
Age: 18
Supplies: On her back, she carries a baseball bat and on her hip a small machete. In her backpack, she has a small refillable water bottle, matches, a scrapbook of the pictures from her orphanage, a journal, a swiss army knife left with her since she was a baby.

Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:

Winona ran down an alleyway, taking quick glances behind her to see the distance between her and the dead that was following her. She looked around the street where the alleyway ended. There has to be somewhere I can hide! She thought to herself. She spotted a dimly lit grocery store to her left, Winona shrugged, Might as well, she turned back towards the zombies and ran towards the store. More of them were coming out from, around corners, behind cars, Winona assumed they heard the noise and shuffling of the ones that were actually chasing her. Winona ran into the door, she was pushed back slightly, Dang it! It was locked from the inside, she debated breaking the glass but that could possibly attract even more of them. She ran around to the side of the building to see if there was a back door, there was, but not more than 7 feet away from it were about 4 zombies. I can make it if I can't break the door open then I'll just smash the front doors. Winona took a deep breath and sprinted to the door. The zombies turned towards her, hearing her loud footsteps and made their way towards her. She turned the door handle, nothing. She tried using her body as a battering ram, she tried about twice, nothing. The zombies were almost within arms reach when the door flew open. Someone had opened it, pulling Winona in and shutting the door, she could hear the door lock and sighed a breath of relief. Winona looked up at her rescuer, an old man who she could tell had been there for a while, she tried to give him her best look of gratitude before standing up. She mouthed thank you and held out her hand as a sign of peace.

Other:

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[Dede]

Name: Ryan Wiggins
Age: 13

Supplies:

Crowbar
Nearly empty bottle of Mountain Dew
Mars bars wrappings
Half-chewed Hubba Bubba Max
A lonely pair of unwashed socks
‘It’s Over 9000’ T-shirt
Battery-powered MP3 player
‘The Superior Spiderman’ Vol. 3
Campbell’s Spaghettios Original

Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:

Ryan slipped his crowbar through the door handles. The undead slammed its face against the glass. He backed away from the rattling door panting, and fell ungracefully backwards into a slimy puddle of rotten cabbages and rainwater. ‘Ow!’ Ryan cried. He swung around and saw his backpack lying open on the tiles, its contents strewn across the wet floor. ‘No! No! No!’ His copy of ‘The Superior Spiderman’ was sinking into the disgusting puddle like the Titanic. He snatched the comic quickly and rubbed it dry against his shirt. That was a close call – and now he smelt like rotten cabbages.

 

[Demose Fumetsu]

Name: Raydon
Age: 32
Supplies: Backpack: metal box with 3 vials of blood wrapped in cloth, med kit with mostly bandages and torn cloth to make for rags, sniper scope.
dagger at his side hooked to his belt, stone prayer beads held together by steel wire, wrapped around his left wrist 5 times, a plain silver band on his ring finger on his left hand.
Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:
His journey has taken him into this town called Pleasantvile. As he starts into the town he was quiet as he continues down the empty streets. His vision stopped at a car that seems like it may still work. He proceeds to wonder over to peer into the windows to see if there would be anything of use. There is a bottle full of liquid on the floorboards. He tried to open the door. Locked. Pulling a cloth from his backpack he wrapped it around his fist and then punched the window out. The car alarm went off. "Damn." He grabbed the bottle quickly and turned around to see already a few zombies coming into view. His feet moved fast as he turned the corner to see about a dozen or so zombies. Sliding a bit backwards, he turns around quickly around and darts into the Dollar Tree. Once inside he shuts the door quickly to avoid being seen by them. He then draws his dagger to scope the area for anything of a threat.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Name: Vivian Tran
Age: 24
Supplies:
-Lock Picks
-Canned Soup x4
-Water Canteen
-Socket Wrench
-Messenger Bag
-Three Dresses, Undergarments, Nursing Bras (all rolled up)

Current Clothing
-Bloodied Pink Maternity Dress
-Blue Kimono
-Bloodied White Leggings
-Black Boots

Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:
After spending the night in a storage unit, Vivian woke up feeling rather sore as she slept on an old spring mattress. With this much discomfort, she wasn't sure how the remainder of her pregnancy was going to go. In addition, due to a viral outbreak and the turn-up on post-human cannibalism, Vivian had hoped to find her sisters, but that hasn't really panned out. After grabbing her messenger bag and her only weapon, a socket wrench, Vivian decided to go look for food as she was now low on supplies. The only thing she had filled up was her Water Canteen. As she left the storage unit, Vivian decided to go and check out the local grocery store, which was a few blocks down from where she was. With the route she was taking, she ended up going towards the backdoor. Sadly, half-way down the block, Vivian heard a bestial roar from down the street. A dozen infected had spotted her and were now heading in her direction. With how slow they were, she just started going in the opposite direction, speed-walking. However, before she could proceed, Vivian encountered a gate. Noticing a chain and a padlock, the young mother looked back. The infected were only getting closer and closer, using her socket wrench, she tried to break the lock, with little success. With the infected closing in and not that far, she was forced to run towards the only opening she could find, which was a gate that was only meant to block cars. Going underneath it she quickly started walking towards the entrance where the trucks usually were.

Leaning against the wall, briefly to catch her breath, she then tried the door...It was unlocked! Closing it behind her with the bolts, she quietly walked into the eerily empty grocery store...

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Name: Valerie Tran
Age: 28
Supplies:
-Lever-Action Rifle (Empty, Out of Ammo)
-Glock 17 Handgun (7 Bullets left at start of RP)
-Satchel
-Canned Soup x2
-Water Canteen
-Granola Bar x1
-Bowie Knife

Current Clothing
-Yellow Maternity Dress
-Yellow Stockings
-Black Boots

Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:
Valerie had spent her night in an abandoned cabin within the woods. Waking up, she took note that her food supply was dwindling. Looking down at her belly, she frowned because she was going to have to leave the cabin in search of food. Thankfully, the zombies had trouble navigating the undergrowth and there weren't very many of them in the forest area anyway. Making her way towards the train line, she checked her gun, with only one magazine left, Valerie had to make every shot count. Hopefully she could find more Rifle Ammo too. Following the train line into town, Valerie kept her gun at the ready, but had to exercise caution so she doesn't shoot her belly, which would in turn kill her baby. As she made it to the grocery store, she took note of the infected wandering around it. Sadly, the infected down the block were wandering around too. There was no real way to avoid them. Before she could flinch, the wind changed direction towards the infected by the front door and they started heading towards her. Same with the infected coming in from both sides. With only one opening, she took the only direction she could and made her way around the grocery store. With a mob of infected chasing her, she turned and fired three shots, shooting three zombies in the legs in hopes of slowing the horde down. With them now stumbling and tripping over each other, Valerie took the opportunity to get into the Grocery Store's parking lot once again. She ended up taking one of the side doors normally used by employees and...found herself in the break room...or what used to be the break room...

 

[Lord_Toast_Reborn]

Name: Hunter Russo
Age: 27
Supplies:
Back: Ruger 10/22, Aluminium Baseball bat with steel nails hammered through it
Backpack: 2 boxes of 30 .22 bullets, 4 cans of beans, 3 cans of peaches, 4 1 liter bottles, 1 1 liter flask, Crude map (marked (but not obviously) where supplies are,) Research on exotic viruses, 12 pack of AAA batteries, The Lord of the Rings trilogy book.
Holster (Waist): Walther P22
Waist (Pockets/Belt) A sharpened meat cleaver, Wallet,
Rig: Sharpened paring knives, Multitool, Torch, 3 Nail Bombs

Clothes: Grey Puffer Jacket, Black-white Jumper, Denim jeans
Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:

I'd rather die then face them again. It was a huge mistake stepping outside my SUV in the first place. I could've turned around but I didn't and now I am facing the consequences. To avoid being trampled on by many people. I was forced to join a crowd. And here we are. All piled up in a grocery store. Never before have I been so fond of shopping. There were still supplies left.
Others were not so lucky on a less positive note. The slower ones at the back were bitten or eaten whilst the ones in the middles were trampled. Maybe eaten afterwards by the looks of it. I joined in barricading the windows and doors. A similar fate would be grim.[/QUOTE]

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Character Sheet

Name: Stephanie Wray

Age: 19

Supplies:

. Two bottles of water (Both 2 litres)
. Three bars of chocolate (110g each)
. Pack of ready- salad
. Kitchen Knife
. Tampon pack (Girl's gotta make room for those)
. Pair of glasses (backup)
. Mobile phone and earphones
. Purse and cash ($100 on hand)

Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:

Stephanie knew she shouldn't be doing this whilst wearing a dress, clumsily manoeuvring over fallen shelves and products. Randomly swiping food products from the shelves, within reach, stuffing them into her bra, Stephanie withdrew her kitchen knife from her backpack. The silver metal gleamed in the light, the blade sharpened and looking sleek. Making her way to the back exit, shoving her weight at if, a heavy sigh escaped the blooming teenager.

It wouldn't budge.

Looking over at the front door, Stephanie made her way back. The front doors weren't automatic; having door handles. She could slip her knife behind the handles, acting as a makeshift look. Just like in the movies. But, then, Stephanie would be unarmed and have no direct method of defence. Exchanging glances between the front doors and the knife she weilded, Stephanie had to decide. Now.

Other:

Stephanie's playlist:

Grime Playlist - YouTube




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[Enmyira]

Name:
Anna Gutierrez

Spoiler: Anna

Age:
23

Supplies:
Backpack
- small solar charger/power bank
- MRE (x5)
- small tool bag
- water filter
- tarp
- change of clothing (x2)
- first aid kit
- box of 22 ammo
- canteen

Self
- 22 pistol strapped to her right leg
- hunting knife strapped to her left arm
- coil of long rope wrapped around her waist several times over
- hand made "sword" slid through/held up by her belt. (Piece of skinny strong metal sharpened on both sides.. perfect for slicing through rotten necks or stabbing brains)


Starting apparel:
-White tank top
-Military cargo pants
-Well used desert combat boots
-Red Bandana wrapped around her right bicep.
-top part of her military uniform wrapped around her waist
-patrolman sunglasses
- solar watch on her right wrist.
- Two necklaces. One was Brett Carter's. One was her deceased Older Brother's.

Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store:
....Anna was out of breath. The last guy in her squad was right beside her, hands resting on his knees. He was stronger and sharper than she was but. She had speed on him. They'd been chased into a ransacked grocery store. When the disaster fell the martial people had been sent to try and help survivors. Well. That had fallen appart in a matter of [insert appropriate time here]. What was a squad of twelve was now.. just these two. Anna Gutierrez and Brett Carter.
"Come on Carter. We gotta keep going. The walkers are gunna bust through the glass soon." She grumbled at him.
He waved her off and started rummaging around. They were looking for supplies. Ugh.
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"Dont you turn! Dont do it!" Anna screamed at her squad mate as they struggled to keep the roof-top door closed. Brett had been bitten. Bad. He grunted and shoved his rifle throughout the outrageously huge door handle. They wouldn't be getting through that anytime soon.
He stumbled over as soon as they were somewhat safe. He was pale and sweating bullets. "Anna.. please.." he started coughing.
Oh. Crap. He used her auctual name. Danget.. why.. why did he have to get bit!?
She swallowed down the lump in her throat. "Ah come on n..now b..brett... its not that b..bad.." she sniffled. He was her favorite square mate.. and well. Little crush. Ugh. She was a grown ass woman. She wasnt suppose to have crushes like this. Especially during the apocalypse.
He started coughing more.. and was trying to look at her. "Mercy me.. Anna.. mercy.." he begged. "Dont let me turn into a biter.."
She shook her head and slid to the ground. Urgh.. her head hurt... the stress migraine she had been fending off all week just had to come in now. It was none to nice either. She could barely see and her limbs were shaking.
"Brett.. please.." she whimpered and tried to crawl over to him.
He caught the sight she was in from the corner of his eye and made a decision. He shrugged off all his gear.. and then gave her a quick hug. A tight hug. The best hug she had ever had.. and. Well. He left. Off the side of the building. He Mercied himself.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Character Completion

Name: Jessica Tran
Age: 17
Supplies:
-Barbed-Wired Baseball Bat
-Backpack
-Canned Soup x4
-Snickers Bars x3
-Water Canteen x1 (Full)
-Spare Clothing: 3 Dresses, Undergarments and Nursing Bras, One Robe
-Can Opener

Clothing
-Black Maternity Dress
-Black Boots
-Black Feather Earrings

Respond to your character being pursued by zombies and forced into a neighborhood grocery store
Looking down at her very pregnant stomach, Jessica sighed because, like her three cousins, Vivian, Victoria and Valerie, she was also facing the consequences of having unprotected sex; pregnancy. After leaving the house she had taken shelter at the previous night, having killed the previous occupants as they had become the post-human cannibals that she had been fighting over the past couple of days. Looking at the Calendar on her phone, she realized that she only had a week left until she was due to give birth. The most crazy part, was that her cousins all had the same due date as her. As she finished that thought, Jessica began walking towards the grocery store around the corner. A couple of the zombies were coming from down the block - a large horde of them! They all started stumbling towards her and it would not be long until they could get to her. She turned around and started walking the opposite direction, unable to run due to the weight of her belly and her aching back. Not to mention the heartburn. As she got inside, she scrambled to lock the automatic doors. There was no time to barricade it so she began waddling towards the back, hoping for the best. She soon found a staircase. Deciding to take the risk, she soon found herself in the employee break room. Feeling a sharp pain in her belly, she sat down on the couch and sighed in relief as she finally found a comfortable place to rest.