Fandom The Walking Dead: Roleplay Edition

[BloodThunder27]

As the title suggests, this is a Roleplay based on the famous TV Series The Walking Dead. Like in the show, the Roleplay will focus on a group of survivors living in the aftermath of the World-Wide Zombie Outbreak. Starting in the city of New York, the Survivors will gather up in order to find a Safe Haven elsewhere and away from the Cities and Civilization.


Rules:


-All RpN Rules apply


-No Godmodding or Bunnying


-You can have up to two Characters, no more.


-BE ACTIVE! If not, your character(s) will be killed off.


-No Mary Sues or Gary Stus; everyone has their flaws, no one is perfect.


-Romance is okay; if its taken to the bed, fade to black


-Be realistic (No Infinite Ammo, things like that)


-Keep OOC Discussion in the OOC Thread (I don't want to flood the Character Sign-Up)


-Play nice to your fellow Roleplayers


-Once you've read all the rules, put 'Rest in Peace' at the bottom of your character sheet


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[The Doorman]

It was a cold day, the idea that the winter would freeze the undead lingered in the minds of each survivor, though it affected the survivors even more, freezing and killing people with frostbite, hypothermia, and fatigue were the three main causes of death aside from the undead who were hindered by the cold. It was late January, the weather would warm soon and all would go back to the usual game of survival, though with the way things were going they had more to worry about, such as the slowly thawing undead and escaping areas of mass-swarming while the opportunity was present. Most were held within buildings, fighting the cold as their chances grew thin as the ice covering many bodies of fresh water this time of year, slowly danger was becoming eminent once more as the memories of holiday left, struggle lying in it's wake.

​

"It's... So cold..." The man spoke, trying to warm himself as he walked beside the red-haired teen, his earlier thoughts of being 'old' disappearing as the snow picked up again, nipping his slightly pink cheeks and numbing his ears and his nose, forcing him to pull the slightly tattered red scarf he wore further over his face. "Where are we going again?"

The boy's red hair fell away from his blue eyes as he looked up at the clouds, his rucksack's contents clinking and rustling with every step he took, and the blades at his hips tapped against the sides of his knees and thighs, "God, you're old~" The teen joked, unknowing of the fact that this mindless jest had struck a nerve and put a dent in the prosecutor's self-confidence. "We're heading to the- Crap, it's the eaters..." He yanked the blades from their sheathes, biting back the pain in his right arm from the encounter a few days earlier. "Get behind me, old man, you're in no condition to fight... That and you suck at combat."

Though he hated to admit it, the man knew this to be the truth as he both 'sucked' at fighting, and he was recovering from a cold, it was also freezing, though he'd say it was below freezing as he was once a resident in the drought-plagued California. "F-fine, but only because I have a cold..." He said, sniffling to keep his nose from running and freezing shut. The ill prosecutor looked past the teen to see five zombies, one runner, two crawlers, a screamer, and one that was simply average. "Careful, Vanner... That screamer could alert other zombies..." It was obvious he concerned himself more with Vanner's well-being but it couldn't be helped.




"Eh? Yeah, I know, I got it, first I have to take out the runner." The red-haired boy turned his head to see the runner directly in front of him, swinging his arm and lopping it's nasty head clean off, he now had to make quick work of the rest, running in the screamer and taking a couple of swings at the crawlers to leave them with holes in their nigh frozen heads, sending his blade through the regular's neck and dealing a quick blow to the screamers throat before it could release it's cry for backup, tripping as he attempted to jump back and landing at the disabled screamer's dirt-covered feet, a dagger flying from his bag and landing away from him. Vanner was stunned long enough for the screamer to go after him, it's dead weight pushing on his injured arm as he tried to push it off. "Yo, help a brother out?"

If the beast hadn't been distracted, Vanner would have died that day. The prosecutor ran over, taking a hold of the dagger one second and driving it into the screamer's head the next, flinching as the gross and foul smelling fluid in the zombie splattered on his cheek. "Ew, god, I'll never get used to that smell!" Yoshio said as he yanked the blade back with a disgusting sound coming from the zombie's skull, backing up to help the boy stand, outstretching his open palm. "Keep saving me like this and I'll have to work to get out of your debt!" The man joked, though not much laughter or amusement escaped him.




The two then walked off to their destination, where they might find anything... Or anyone.
​

 

[Uncultured]

Damon hummed to himself quietly in a drunken stupor as he took a long and satisfactory piss over the side of the gas station's mini mart he stood atop of. "Sorry bout that buddy" said Damon in between short bouts of laughter as his stream landed squarely upon the face of a particularly rotted and bloated walker that stood below him crooning upwards towards Damon. Damon smirked at the actions of the creature, it was as if it believed that if it stretched out its arms it would somehow bring Damon closer to him. "Goddamn, you're an ugly son of a bitch" said Damon to the walker, the walker's face had literally been peeled off the bone structure and strings of frozen flesh and cartilage drooped from the open wound, adding to the grotesque nature of the already putrid creature. Damon grimaced at the walker as he finished his piss off, bringing his zipper up he turned around and sat down upon a lawn chair he had unfolded upon the tarmac roof of the mini mart turned makeshift fortress.


"This is completely and absolutely fucked" thought Damon, contemplating his situation as he cracked open another bottle of the hard stuff, tipping the bottle back and taking another reasonably large swig of the brown liquor. His face twisted into a look of disgust as the bitter fluid ran down his throat and entered his stomach, he instantly knew that he had drank too much too quickly and he had to suppress the urge to vomit for several seconds as he held his liquor. His face finally returning to normal, he rose from his seat and made his way to the edge of the rooftop, looking out onto the scene before him.


For the past week, Damon had been held up within the gas station/garage/mini mart complex. The damn thing was built like a fortress with brick walls and one small entrance made of thick safety glass and another made of solid steel which could be bolted from the inside. Furthermore a ladder lead from the storage room on the ground floor to the rooftop giving Damon a killer vantage point. After a long winter of moving from place to place, he had decided to dig in for a couple weeks and once he found this place, he parked his car in the garage he stood over, barricaded the safety glass door with every loose piece of furniture available, and raided every corner and every shelf of the entire mini mart, collecting enough food to last him a couple of weeks, that and the alcohol. Posting up didn't seem like such a bad idea at the time, but within several days a swarm of the undead freaks had caught his scent or heard him flopping around while drunk, whichever was the case, the result was the same, around the mini mart a circle of walkers had accumulated that was ten walkers thick in the thinnest of spots and almost double that in the more crowded places.


Damon pulled his .45 military special colt from his side holster and aimed it unsteadily towards the meandering group of walkers which stood before the front entrance. Somehow his drunken aim succeeded and his shots actually found the intended targets and almost a dozen walkers lay crumpled over in their tracks as the clip ran dry, but it didn't seem to make a dent in the swarm. Damon knew that he had nowhere near enough ammunition to kill all of the walkers, he had to come up with a plan and quick, he only had a few days of supplies left and he meant to take some on the road with him, he had to get out by daybreak of the next day if he wanted to be on the road with an abundance of anything other than alcohol withdrawl . He paused for a second, looking down towards his bottle, in his drunken haze a genius plan struck him, a slight smile formed on his face and he made his way towards the ladder in the center of the rooftop.

Pictured above, Damon's preferred sidearm, the Colt .45 ACP

 

[BloodThunder27]

In the Cold Winter, two Survivors have teamed up despite their differences. They were probably one of the better survivor duos in the current world. There was Devin Saverino, a 41-Year-Old Mechanic, and Careena Fazzari, a 26-Year-Old Marine Veteran. For the past six months, the two have been travelling together in Careena's Jeep Wrangler, which she had heavily modified over the years.

(Modified 2011 Jeep Wrangler Unlimited)


They had everything that they could possibly need: Plenty of Ammunition, Weapons, Food, Water and other Supplies to help them make it through the Apocalypse. With the consistent snow, Careena often had to keep the Off-Roading Lights on to make sure they don't total their vehicle, because travelling on foot in a time like this was just too dangerous. Six months ago, Devin almost died, with the infected having destroyed his beloved Dodge Charger and he himself almost killed. If it were not for Careena, he would either be dead or a walking corpse by now. While Devin adapted to a more casual look besides his Tactical Vest, Boots, Knee Pads and Elbow Pads, Careena looked more like a Soldier in full combat gear including the Battle-Dress Uniform and Boots. Of course, around this time of the Month, they had to wear their Tactical Winter Jackets.

Tactical Winter Coat

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Tactical Vest

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(Tactical Kneed Pads + Elbow Pads)

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(Battle Dress Uniform Including Boots)

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In addition to their Combat Gear, they also had plenty of Guns. However, but to conserve ammunition, the two stick to using Handguns and only use Rifles or Shotguns when they absolutely need to. They were very conservative about their ammunition. Guns aren't very effective without ammo now are they? The duo had fifteen guns between them, but favored their Handguns.

(Careena's 'Samurai Edge' Beretta 92/FS Custom Handgun)

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(Dev's SIG Sauer P225)

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[FlipperDaPenguin]

The day before all this happened was just like any normal day. Zach had arrived in New York two weeks ago, so he had settled already in his small flat/apartment place. The flat/apartment he was renting was the tallest one in the whole of New York, and had the most people of any other building - Which wasn't very good in an apocalypse. Luckily, the day when the outbreak started was a Sunday, so Zach was not in the university, but if he was, He was sure that he would have died.


Zach had awoken to scraping and screams in his apartment. It sounded like it was from other rooms. Zach didn't seem too worried, as there is a lot of children in this place. He looked around at his room and saw his t.v., which was at a very high volume. He couldn't see - he didn't have his glasses on - but he could hear small parts like, 'Stay indoors,' or 'Emergency,'. Zach got up and changed into some grey jeans, a white top and over a denim hoodie, and of course his beanie.

After he was ready, he put on his glasses and had a quick glance at the news report on the t.v.

He immediately realized what happened and rushed around his house, getting his back pack, first aid kit, a dozen bottles of water, canned beans and peaches and some other important stuff. After that was done, he looked in his cupboard and took out his hatchet and a small pistol his foster dad had given him. 'I wonder if their okay...Never mind, They were fucking irritating anyway!,' He thought.


-6 months later-


Zach had found shelter in a small lodge in the middle of the forest. 'I have literally no idea where I am...,' He thought, as he loaded his gun. The night before, Zach had decided that he was going to go find more supplies and even a survivor. He hasn't talked to a human in the whole 6 months it started. He loaded his backpack just like he had on his first day of the outbreak and stepped out of his 'lodge'. He waved his hand in the air to block out the rays of sun that was blinding him. He started walking to the end of the forest.


Half an hour later, he had found a small town. He explored a little, but making sure he was out of view. Suddenly, he heard gun-shot. He pushed forward so that he was at the back of a house. Zach peeked his head and saw a gas station that was surrounded by walkers. He didn't see any sign of life, like survivor life. Zach had a ton of ammo as a few nights before he had looted a police station. He took out his gun and started shooting them one by one, accurately. Soon, there was none left and he shouted out, "Anyone there?"


( @HunterJJ I'm by you!)

 

[kira blackthorn]

Misa walked down the ally way on silent feet .50 caliber desert eagle in hang ignoring the pain in his stomach. It had been six months since this thing began and it had been hell for Misa. He had luckily been at home the day it began as it had been his day off and was sitting on his old couch cleaning and checking his weapons when he heard scratching on the windows. He found almost five of those things scratching at his windows quickly realized what was happening.


He quickly changed from his pajamas and into some dark jeans, a plain white t, a jean jacket and some black combat boots. After that he packed up a change of clothes, some water,food, and his weapons in his emergency first aid back pack then armed himself with his headphones and a metal baseball bat before leaving his house. He had originally gone to help anyone who needed it. He never made it back.


A horde had over took most of the city and captured Misa within it. At first he had hid only coming out to find a new hiding place or scavenge for supplies but after a few months of this he had been forced to find a new place were he could bunker down and stay as winter came through. Luckily he had soon found an old food market and stayed there after locking the place up. But after four months the food ran out and he was forced to move again to find more. That was three days ago and Misa had successfully made it out of the city. H been living off of beef jerky and a bottle of water since as he stuck to the back alleys.


Suddenly a loud gunshot rang out. Worried he ran towards it and found a gas station surrounded by walkers. He was about to take out another gun and take care of them but someone did it for him. Then hearing someone shout asking if anyone was there stepped out instinctively.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zach saw the woman/man coming out from the alley. It didn't look like she/he had saw him yet.


Being the idiot that Zach is, he shouts out if anyone is there.


The woman/man looked to where he was. 'She/He looks a bit scared...,' Zach thought.


Zach put the gun back in his holster and walked slowly to her/him.


When he was at a comfortable distance, he opened his mouth to say something but instead he started coughing.


This happened because Zach hadn't talked in such a long time.


Eventually, His coughing stopped and Zach smiled sheepishly. "Uh...Um...,"


Zach didn't know what to say, "I-I'm Zachary...Or Zach..." He looked down at the floor and then immediately looked back up.


Zach precariously touched his hatchet, but didn't tale it out, "Are you bit...?" Zach backed away a bit.


@kira blackthorn

 

[kira blackthorn]

Misa eyed zach warily and a little bit frightened as he noticed him touch his hatchet even as he answered."No."

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zach let go of his hatchet. "O-Okay..."


He smiled a little. "Whats your name?"


Suddenly, a runner came out from the alley and it pounced on the woman/man. "Oh s***!" Zach shouted.


He swung out his hatchet and chopped in in the head continuously, making sure that the axe doesn't touch the woman/man.


After Zach was satisfied that 'it' was dead, He took the woman's/man's hand an pulled her up.


"Hey, Its okay..." Zach said comforting her/him.


"Listen, We have to get in one of the houses..." said Zach, looking behind him at a few zombies that were attracted from the commotion.


( @kira blackthorn Can you control me for a bit?)

 

[kira blackthorn]

ill try 
Misa nodded in agreement after nervously eyeing the walkers. As he saw more gather he hurriedly grabbed Zachs hand and began running to one of the houses nearby pulling a surprised Zach after him. They dodged a few of the walkers before making it. inside they wordlessly began securing the place before falling onto the old couches. After a moment of listening to the walkers outside Misa finally answered."My names Misa."


Silence greeted him.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

"I'm going to go lot upstairs...See if there is any supplies," Zach said, not looking at him. He took out his hatchet and trudged upstairs. Before opening one of the doors, he put his ear up to it. He heard muttering, but the strange thing is it didn't sound like a zombie.


( @Kawashima Thunder Can i make it that this is you?)

 

[The Doorman]

Vanner unwrapped his arm a moment to check his wound, luckily it looked less like a bite and more like it could've been from a blade of some sort, what with it looking like a jagged stab or cut. "So, we should be reaching that place I told you about in about a block...Was that a- A gunshot?" Yoshio finished the boy's sentence, looking in the direction of the gunshot and realized that the sound would attract zombies, "Definitely a the sound of a gun firing, and it'll attract zombies, without a doubt..." He glanced about, catching sight of an alleyway as the raspy voices of the undead filtered into his ears and he decided that was where he was headed. "Let's go this way."

"Okay, we better hurry though, the eaters will see us if we don't hurry..." The boy said, rewrapping his arm before the crisp late winter air could affect his wound, quickly following the prosecutor into the alleyway and glancing about once inside, taking care of one or two of the legless crawlers on his way through and checking around before exiting, there were a few eaters, but from what he was seeing, they were screamers which were typically blind. "Just keep walking." Vanner said by pointing his fingers forward and walking quietly, continuing in the same direction he'd been heading in, catching a glimpse of people running and the eaters following close by. The mostly deaf normals... well, that is what he'd call the average eater until he came up with a name, were moving at their usual slow pace, relying on taking large steps and wide swings at their target.

"Don't do it, Van, let's just go back..." The man grabbed Vanner's arm and started walking, surprised by the boy's cooperation when he noticed a ladder in the alley. If they could get up top, both were agile enough to move roof to roof but if they got up fast enough then maybe... "Think you can climb a bit?"

"Yes, I think I can... Maybe..."




The two proceeded to make their way up the ladder, watching about ten zombies / eaters pass by below, maybe two normals, a screamer, three crawlers, and four to five runners made their way through to the source of the sound, each moving at their own pace but going somewhere, nonetheless.


Vanner couldn't help but worry about those running people, though, now that he thought of it they were likely just runners so he stopped worrying at the thought.




They'd be here until the beasts lost interest and left, which, if there weren't any things to attract or distract them, wouldn't take too long.
​

 

[kira blackthorn]

Misa nodded ok but zach was already gone. sighing in embarrassment at his shyness he curled up on the couch and waited for zach to come back.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zach opened up the door with his axe ready.


The sound was just a small racoon that had entered through the window.


"Hey, You, Stay still!" He shouted at the racoon.


As it snarled at him, Zach swung his axe into it and it lay there, dead.


'Yuck...At least its food..." He thought.


Zach looked around the room. There was nothing really there, but there was: 1 big blanket and a cell phone.


Suddenly, a cold breeze swung in from the window and he shivers.


He walked up to the open window and pulled out his hand to close it, but in the corner of his eye, he saw 2 people.


They didn't look infected. In excitement, Zach called for Misa, "Hey! Look what I found!"

 

[kira blackthorn]

Hearing Zachs excited shout Misa jumped up and began running to him nervous excitement thrumming in his chest. Making it to the room he approached the window and soon saw what Zach did."HOT GUYS!"


Realizing what he said Misa eeped putting his hands over his mouth in shock and blushed.

 

[Uncultured]

What Damon is wearing

"How is it going down there guys?" asked Damon as he walked towards the edge of the rooftop, looking over he was genuinely surprised to see that the herd had been slimmed down by a considerable amount, and around fifty of the walkers lay dead upon the frozen earth. The entire half of the circle which faced the town had been eliminated and the part of the pack on the backside had overcompensated, thinning down the circle to roughly half it's original size. Not only that, but several gunshots had popped off since Damon awoke from his drunken slumber, and he assumed that several more of the walkers which surrounded him had decided to follow the shots instead of waiting for Damon to fling himself from the rooftop or try to make a run for it. Damon would do neither anyway, "fucking creatures are going to be disappointed" thought Damon. Instead of doing what some foolish survivors would do, and try to make a break for it Damon stood atop the roof of the mini mart with four full one gallon gas tanks along with three Molotov cocktails, "This is gonna get interesting" thought Damon as he looked down at the flammable liquids that he had assembled.


Damon uncapped the gas tanks and dumped the contents of two of the tanks upon the circle that surrounded the mini mart, within the span of two minutes the entire group of walkers had been doused in the flammable material and now all that was needed was a source for ignition. "How does it feel, my undead friends, to know that you only have a few seconds left to live" said Damon loudly, actually projecting his voice so that the walkers could hear him, as he paraphrased the quote from "The River Wild" he lit one of the Molotov cocktails with a Bic lighter. The flame engulfed the cloth quickly and Damon stood before the group of walkers, looking them over for one last time before throwing the flammable home made weapon with force onto the frozen earth that the zombies stood upon.


The effect was more than the desired one, Damon had envisioned, when making the plan in his mind, a reasonably fast spreading fire that would engulf each walker in enough flame to kill them. What he got was bordering on an explosion. The cocktail practically detonated underneath the feet of the walkers by the front entrance and within twenty clicks of his watch the entire circle of walkers had been engulfed in massive gulfing flames. Each continued groping the air, unfazed and seemingly unhurt, but Damon knew they only had a couple minutes left before their brains cooked within their skulls and they died form the resulting effects. "Fuel, and alcohol efficient" thought Damon as he realized that two full gas cans and two of the cocktails remained full. Damon bent down and picked up one of the cocktails, removing the alcohol dipped rag from the top of the bottle, he took a large swig of the rum, downing a couple shots worth of alcohol within a couple seconds.


Damon looked down at the scene before him, if he had ever seen anything reminiscent of hell, this was it, flailing and on fire the walkers began to crumple to the ground one by one, slowly at first, but soon it became faster in its pace as the walkers collectively reached their biological resistance point for heat. Damon smiled to himself, a rare thing in today's world, his plan had done better than work, it had kicked ass. Damon didn't have a lot of time to fool around and he knew it, there were people in the area and who knew if they were peaceful in their intention or out for blood. The only thing left in the world more dangerous than the walkers were good ol' people, nothing could ever beat humans when it came to violence and Amoral behavior. Hell, walkers did what they did because it was instinctual, they were hungry, they ate, end of story. You can't hate the walkers, it's like hating the sun for making the summer hot, or the clouds for making rain. People on the other hand, have been doing some fucked up shit for over one hundred thousand years and it all factored into Damon's mind as he climbed down the ladder to the ground floor and made his way into the garage. He had already packaged most of his supplies into his car. He didn't have a plethora of storage space within the old dodge but the trunk was relatively spacious and the back seats were stuffed to the breaking point with items.


He had his weapons and ammunition in the backseat and most of the food and other survival gear was in the trunk, he had brought enough stuff to last him slightly under two weeks if he ate like a normal person, and over three weeks if he rationed things out to a point where he would be eating underneath maintenance, and four weeks if he ate like a person stranded on an island. Damon had also brought five three gallon gas tanks which would help him stay on the road and away from gas stations and parked/deserted cars. Siphoning gas sucked, gas sickness sucked even more and whenever possible Damon used gas stations if he could but for some reason in Damon's experience, gas stations were always magnets for bad shit. Damon opened the garage door, his assumption that the walkers were dead was thankfully correct and a pile of blackened and completely dead walkers lay before the exit. Damon's chained snow tires would easily clear the pile and he didn't even bother clearing the path as he started his challenger and began creeping out of the garage onto the pavement surface of the station, the bumps and rolling motions that resulted from driving over the walkers jarred his weapons and ammo and he could hear clinks and pings from his backseat as his stomach moved up and down within his gut.


Damon pulled out onto the street, turning left he began driving through the city, he wanted to see if these were good people, it had been months since Damon had been part of a group and he wouldn't mind some added safety and human contact, for the first time in a while he was glad that his highly tuned engine was a loud one, as it created a roaring and loud mechanical purr which would be hard to miss within the small town.

 

[spectro]

Lou's outfit:

Lou looked down the road, left right, listening for traffic. It was a force of habit. She remembered her Mother making her repeat the same steps as she walked down the street, making sure there was no traffic that could potentially take her life. But of course that wasn't a threat any more; the only cars on the street were parked randomly with broken windows.She bit her lip and took a step out of the alley. She was unprotected now, and if there were any of the Flesh Eaters out here, she would surely be taken within a second. She had no weapon. No armour, or protection, just her wits. She had had to ditch her car a few blocks back when it had run out of gas and she wondered how she was still alive. She wrapped her coat around her and made another step forward. She gulped at the sight of a Flesh Eater munching down an innocent victim, but it was preoccupied now; it wouldn't take notice of her, not while it was eating. Her feet unwillingly brought her forward and she stuffed her hands in her pockets. She knew it was a bad move, in case she was attacked, but they were freezing and besides, the street seemed to be empty; so far.


She walked out closer to the road, the air nipping at her cheeks. It was a cold day and she thanked her past self for putting on a warm coat. The breeze was long and biting, passing her every few seconds, but it wasn't fast. She heard a faint buzzing sound in the distance, like a car. But it couldn't be, could it? She turned around and put her hand over her forehead to block out the faint sunlight. It was there; a classic red Dodge Challenger '72. She hadn't seen one in years, but the loud buzz of it's engine made her filled with excitement. She waved her arms frantically, bidding the vehicle to stop and somehow help her. "HELLO!" She squealed, her breath appearing in front of her. She felt the blood rush to her face; warming up her cheeks. She heard her Mother's voice in the back of her head, saying, 'Don't take a ride from a stranger' but she had no choice any more. Perhaps she wasn't so alone in the world...

 

[The Doorman]

The cool air chilled the two on the roof of what seemed to be a shoddy apartment building, the most interesting thing being the undead creatures below, that was, until they heard the voice of a somewhat noisy person, but a person nonetheless.




Yoshio sighed, the cold air chilling his lungs as he inhaled and as he exhaled a cloud formed, it was ever so chilly out and he simply couldn't handle New York's weather and it's zombies, right? It was then that heard a voice nearby, almost falling in his sudden panic. "My goodness! Um, oh god... Hello!" The man said with a nervous laugh, suddenly finding an itch on the back of his neck, and how intense an itch it was. "So, um, yes... Shit weather we're having, eh?"



"Yo." Vanner said, the long sleeves of is jacket covered his wound and for that he was grateful, honestly he was excited but as usual it didn't show as he was a tiny bit shy the first time he spoke with someone new, the only way one could see it was if they looked at his eyes, which sparked with excitement.




This stranger could be kind as he looked or he could be completely the opposite but at that moment it didn't matter to either of the two on the roof, who were both a bit surprised that the person they'd seen running wasn't... well, a runner.
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[BloodThunder27]

"I'm going to go lot upstairs...See if there is any supplies," Zach said, not looking at him. He took out his hatchet and trudged upstairs. Before opening one of the doors, he put his ear up to it. He heard muttering, but the strange thing is it didn't sound like a zombie.
( @Kawashima Thunder Can i make it that this is you?)

(My characters are inside a vehicle)


Devin and Careena were still travelling around. Currently they were scavenging for supplies. They had plenty of gasoline and water, but needed a bit more food so they can be set for traveling during the winter. Since it wasn't exactly hunting season, that was out of the question. They weren't very surprised to see that there weren't very many Walkers out and about, because it was too cold for them. As they drove by a desolate house, Careena decided to investigate. They armed themselves with their respective weapons before exiting their vehicle. To keep it from getting stolen, they made sure that it was locked and secure before getting ready to enter the house. Armed with an Assault Rifle and a Shotgun, the Army of Two prepared to enter the house, but seeing that the front door had been left ajar, they had to be ready, because it could be either bandits or walkers.


Careena's Assault Rifle, a Beretta ARX 160:

Devin's Shotgun, a Mossberg 590:

As they entered the house, they kept their guns at the ready, in case they needed to open fire at a moment's notice.

 

[Uncultured]

"God damn it" muttered Damion to himself as he drove down the country road, there was a woman on the shoulder waving her arms trying to signal him, and she was an attractive young woman at that, but there was a serious chance that this was an ambush. A bait and switch, have the girl play damsel in distress and when someone stops to offer a hand they steal the good Samaritan's shit. On the other hand she could be a good person who genuinely needed a hand. Damon's first reaction was to drive past the girl, he could see the disappointment on her face in his rear view mirror and with every foot he drove after he passed her by his resolve weakened. It had been three months since Damion had any friendly contact with another person, let alone a young woman. After fifty or sixty feet, he brought the car to a stop and put the transmission in reverse. He drove the car backwards and stopped a dozen feet in front of her, putting the car in park he removed his .45 from his holster, and clicked the safety off, this could go one of two ways and he would be prepared if it went the rougher of the two roads.


Before she got too close to his car he opened the door and emerged from the vehicle with his .45 in his hand, he quickly raised the weapon to her chest and squared the sights upon her, he could see the surprise and dread in her features as she imagined the worst outcomes possible and after a moment of utter silence Damon finally spoke. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you unless you give me a good reason to" said Damon, trying to calm the woman down. "Is this a trap? You got five seconds to answer lady, and know this, if some gang pops out of the woods, I might not have enough time to take them out, but I sure as shit will get you" he said, trying to figure out the woman's intentions as he anxiously anticipated the worst possible scenario. "This was a mistake" thought Damon as he tensed his gun hand, scanning the tree line for any signs of movement.

 

[Kattz]

"Damn it Kenny!" Kadence was red in the face with anger as she watched their vehicle drive away. Kenneth wasn't sure if his sister was so mad that she couldn't say anything else or just couldn't find the strength to continue to waste energy on rage. He tried to think of something to say as they dashed forward for the bit of food and means of defense left on the ground ahead of them. The thieves hadn't been completely heartless, they were just trying to survive as best as they could.... Even if that meant tricking a guy into giving up his stuff.


"Kad-" Was all he could get out before he was interrupted by angry hiss of words.


"No! Don't. Just don't say anything right now. I mean, would it kill you to think with your head for once instead of with what's in your pants?!" She quickly counted bullets and checked what was in the backpack that was left on the ground as she tried to control her breathing. "Okay, not much ammunition or meds but we have some food. If we make it stretch we may just last about a week or two on this stuff. Fortunately we have our knives still, so there's that." Kadence zipped up the backpack and shoved it at her brother while taking one of the guns for herself. "You're carrying the weight."


"Kady I-" Kenneth tried again as he shouldered the backpack.


"I swear to God Kenneth Miller if I hear you speak anytime soon I just may kill you." Kadence knew that her brother could talk her anger out of her and that's not what she wanted at the moment as she took the lead and tried to find a place of relative safety. That and since talking seemed to be one of his favorite hobbies shutting him up seemed like a nice form of punishment at the moment.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zack smiled at the strangers on the rooftop, trying to whisper at Misa, "Y-You're gay?"


He hoped that Misa would do all the talking, as Zach wasn't the talking type.


But he had to do something. Zach pulled up his index finger, to motion that he needed to talk to Misa.


He grabbed her by the shoulder, gently, and pulled her away from the view of the window.


"Hey...Um, I'm sorry, B-But, I need to go on my own...I don't think its good to survive in groups...,"


Zach patted her on the back, not letting her object, "So, Uh, Bye..."


He picked up the racoon, his backpack and the blanket + phone.


"But, If you want to come with..." He turned back, facing Misa.

 

[spectro]

"Woah." She put up her hands behind her head. She had never seen a gun in real life before, only on tv or in the movies. "I'm alone." She gulped and but the inside of her cheek. "Are-Are you real?" Her eyes were glassy. She didn't know if she was dreaming. Perhaps she had already died and she was in hell, or heaven. But no, wherever she was, this guy had a gun to her. She couldn't let him threaten her...But what else would she do? "Please, I just need to-" She didn't know what she needed. A ride maybe? But where would he take her? She had no family left, no friends. Maybe she could go to Cali, perhaps get a boat and live in the sea for the rest of her life. But she hadn't the slightest clue how to do that. "I need..." She stared into the barrel of the gun. Her breath quickening, her pulse jumping in her head. "Company." She finally spoke. "I just need some company." She put her aching arms down. "Please, just promise me you aren't a serial killer, and let me ride with you." She looked at him with desperation. "It's not like you have anyone else, right?"

 

[Uncultured]

"She seems genuine, I'm still not taking bullshit chances" thought Damon to himself after the woman was finished speaking, tensing his gun hand he continued to scan the treeline for any signs of movement, it seemed clear and the girl seemed to be just scared and alone, but he wasn't going to allow appearances to dictate his standard way of dealing with potentially dangerous people. "Loo-.... fuck it, this is going to sound terrible but I assure you it's not what you might think, take off your jacket, and put your hands on the roof of the car. I need to pat you down to see if you have any weapons on you before I even consider letting you come with me" said Damon. He truly had no interest on feeling up on the girl, he was sure that the thought that he was trying to do just that had at least crossed her mind as he spoke the words, but his own safety trumped first impressions and he wasn't going to let himself get car jacked by some girl with knife to his throat or a gun to his head.

 

[spectro]

Lou gulped again. "Do wha-" She rubbed the back of her neck and looked at the floor. "Fine." She gritted her teeth and removed her coat, sighing. She shook her head and put her hand on the roof of the car,her back slightly bent when she did. "Just hurry up-and don't try anything funny." She went pale at the thought of anyone touching her. The wind was starting to make the hairs on her arms stick up. She noticed the cold more now she was less covered, and it was cold. "Can we hurry this up, it's freezing out here."