Fandom Walking Dead RP

[PixieDani]

The setting of this role play is set a the beginning of the out break of the zombie virus. The place it is set at is New York (not New York City) but all surrounding states are welcome as well. An example would be P.A, N.J,Vermont and other states of that nature.


Rules----


1. Even though this is a post apocalyptic setting. That doesn't mean your character should be OP in anyway. Meaning they can die, the don't have unlimited ammunition, and also they can not magically be cured from the zombie virus.


2. You can kill off other characters just get that persons ok before you do.


3. This is a gorey show I know but keep it to a PG-13 level.


4. DO NOT AND I MEAN DO NOT MAKE THIS ROLE-PLAY ABOUT LOVE. Relationships are allowed and stuff but don't focus this role play about it. If things get a little to heated please fade to black. PG-13 LEVEL KIDS.


5. Swearing is allowed just don't drop the f-bomb every two seconds. Again I cant stress this enough this role play is rated PG-13.


6. Don't create drama in the role-play with other people. Character drama is fine by all means but don't go fighting with someone. If you have a problem with someone do it in a private chat.


MOST IMPORTANT RULE IS TO HAVE FUN!!!

 

[PixieDani]

Ameilia huffed as she made her way through the forest. The Adirondack air filling her lungs as she took a deep breath in as she made her way around the mountainous area. She headed to far north she knew that much. She had meant to make her way down south but no she has no sense of direction. She mentally kicked herself for this. She pulled out her map which made her head hurt to read. Shes no good with maps. That's how she got lost in the first place. Shes starving and miserable and surrounded by the living dead. She just wants to lay down somewhere and sleep for the next five years. But she knows she cant so she just keeps trucking along.

 

[gloomy]

Quentin took a deep breath, peeking around the large tree he was hiding behind. He silently cursed under his breath before pulling his knife out. He took one more peek, the zombies were everywhere. Not to mention he was practically freezing up here in the north. After a moment of hesitation he made a run for it. He just had to make it across the river, the zombies wouldn't be able to get him from over there. Quentin looked back while running, a small chuckle escaped his mouth. Looks like the coast was clear. Suddenly there was no ground beneath him, he looked down in surprise. He had fallen down a small hill. Nothing to hurt him drastically, but there was another problem. With a thump he practically landed on a girl from above.

 

[CGULL9313]

Not even Lake Placid was safe. If only it hadn't been Fall when all this happened, Sean repeatedly thought with a tarry spit of tobacco onto the forest floor. If it had been any other season things might have been different. He had been walking for days now stopping only for a short rest during the day to eat and another a few hours later to relieve himself. Pinching a loaf had never been so stressful. Squatted in the dense tree cover, vunerable, he listened as they moved haplessly through the trees to the east. As a man in his early 40's who had lived in Northern New York his whole life, Sean was no stranger to hunting up here in the mountains. The way those things stummbled, he could hear them coming well before they had a chance to sneak up on him. That didn't mean he wasn't scared. Though he was glad to be able to hear them because it was keeping him alive, it was also driving him crazy. Every little sound was a threat. Every pinecone crunching under his boot was a hungry corpse coming to rip his face from his skull. So, when Sean heard the crash, he was scared. And alert. He was on his feet, pulling his jeans up quickly. That wasn't far. He grabbed the deer antler handle of his hunting knife and pulled it from the permafrost. Holding the ten inch blade at the ready, Sean scanned the trees.

 

[PixieDani]

UHHHHHHHH!!! Sir or Madam you did not make a character sheet so uhhhhhh??? Can you please make one because that is required before you can actually post in the rp you need to be accepted by me.


 
If you look up top there should be a tab right there that says Character sign up sheet. There is a forum you need to fill out for your character if you could please!!! I will then look at it and accept it! Your very detailed and i like that so I should see no problem accepting your character into the roleplay!!


 
Ameilia didn't know what had hit her. All she knew was that at one moment she was just walking and the next something heavy had landed on her crushing her with its weight. Once she wrapped her head around what had happened she looked up at the boy who had just fallen on her. Not begin able to see his face she kicked him off her and drew out her knife. She took him by the shoulders and was about to press her knife into his head she noticed he was no walker. He was...human. She slumped back and let out the breath she was holding. Her body had a dull ache to it and she glared at her assaulter.


"What the hell,.....you almost got yourself killed kid....honestly your lucky I don't kill you" she sighed and stood up. Her back hurt. Damn. She looked over the kid scanning him. He didn't look like a threat but honestly you cant tell now these days.

 

[gloomy]

Quentin felt a sudden pain in his front. He found himself on his back, sitting up with the back of his arms. He looked up at the girl, a bit confused. It took a couple moments for him to realize that there was another human in front of her. A human. A small smile fell on his face and he jumped up. "Wow, it's been forever since I have seen another actual person." He stated excitedly. It was as if he had completely forgotten that she tried to kill him a few seconds before. His dark brown eyes analyzed her, taking in every detail. He stood there for quite a while, not realizing that he was staring. Suddenly he held out his hand "I'm Quentin."

 

[PixieDani]

Ameilia gave him a strange look. He was just a spit ball full of energy. It was true what he had said about seeing another person. For Ameilia it feels like it has been forever. She kinda thought humanity left her alone in this world.


"Ameilia" she said bluntly and hesitated before taking his hand. Her grip was a bit stronger than normal for a hand shake. She needed to feel in control. She just met this kid and she wasn't gonna give him the benefit of the doubt by give her hand away as if this was nothing. Nobody is to be trusted in till proven so. She looked him in the eyes with a cold stare. She let go of his hand.


"You could of died if I wasn't there to cushion your fall" her tone was a bit sarcastic.

 

[gloomy]

Quentin chuckled a bit, half of him was expecting her to turn down his handshake. He rubbed his hand on the back of his head and offered an awkward laugh. He could tell that she didn't quite trust him. He couldn't blame her, there are a lot of bad people in this world. He could tell that she wasn't one of them though. He put his hands in his jacket pockets. "Amelia," he repeated before nodding. "I'm not very good with names, but I think I'll remember yours." He started to walk forwards, turning back to her. "Well looks like I owe you, though you're not a very comfortable cushion." He joked and tilted his head, still walking backwards. "You know," he paused and glanced away. "I'm running pretty low on supplies, and there is a Safeway not far from here." If course he was hinting for her to come with him. "Strength in numbers am I right?"

 

[PixieDani]

Ameilia moved her bag off her back and set it by her feet. Ignoring Quentin for a second she rummaged through her own bag. She was also running pretty low on supplies. She zipped the bag back up and looked at him.


"I tend to work solo that's what I prefer" she paused and started to think things over he did have a point "but I will join you then see where things take us. Its also not safe on the main road we will have to take a detour".

 

[gloomy]

Quentin flashed a smile at her, leaning forwards a bit. He was happy that she had agreed. He had quite enough of traveling alone, unlike her appearently. "Lead the way," he said with a small hand motion. As they started to walk Quentin started talking to her about countless things. Most of it was just usless small talk.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Jason dropped his pack that contained only a M1911A1 and a few porno magazines he had picked up from a XXX store back in Allentown, aswell as 2 granola bars, and he put his hands on his heads in surprise as he looked at the once great city of New York. He saw fire, heard gunshots, screams, moans. He felt lightheaded, and he heard the deafening sound that he was so familiar with - a B-17 Flying Fortress. He then heard the woosh of a Apache Attack Helicopter. He looked behind him.


He saw 10 B-17 flying fortresses and hundreds of Apaches flying toward New York City. The Apaches sent missiles and machine gun rounds toward the city, causing havoc, and Jason watched in terror as one slammed into the Empire State Building, and it toppled and fell onto the Brooklyn bridge, causing a huge explosion. Gunshots from the Apaches riddled the buildings of the great city as the terror fleet approached, but then a missile was fired from a RPG-7 from the city toward the fleet. Could the Civilians be fighting back? The missile swooped through the air but did not hit a aircraft. It fired off into the distance after a little while, out of Jason's eye range. The Apaches and the B-17s continued to advance toward the city, but when they got close, a flurry of gunshots came from the city. Jason knew it was a 50. Cal turret, and possibly a few pistols and assault rifles. A single apache went down into the city, but it landed right where the gunfire was coming from, eliminating the rebels. The air barrage continued, New York being mutilated beyond all repair, but soon, the bombers hovered over the City, and they dropped their explosives right into the City. So many explosions, shrapnel flying as high as to scrape at the airspace of the lowest Apaches of the terror fleet. The fleet continued North of the destroyed ruins of New York, and the dust still was not settled 20 minutes later. Jason fell to his knees....sobbing. Then he felt the cold barrel of a handgun press against the back of his head.


"Who..." Jason uttered. There was grumbling among the men behind him, he could sense there being more than just his direct assailant. "Are you bitten?" a deep, gruff voice asked, and he could feel the gun shaking. "No, I'm not. Please, don't shoot me" Jason said softly. "Get up" The man said, and Jason did as he was ordered. "What's in the bag?" the man with the gun asked him. "A M1911A1, two granola bars, and a few magazines. Like, paper magazines. I only have 3 loose bullets for the M1911A1" Jason explained. "Jones, grab the bag" The man with the gun said, and a black soldier in military camouflage bearing a M16A2in his hands and a G22 in a chest holster grabbed Jason's string bag. He threw it over his shoulder and then moved back to where he was. "Turn around" the man said, stepping back and lowering his gun. Jason turned to see a platoon of 8 soldiers including the officer that had held the gun to his head, all carrying what Jones had. Jason gulped, knowing that they were affiliated with the bombing of New York.


"Are you a rebel? Any other weapons we should know about?" The officer said. "No, I'm unarmed without that bag" Jason said, lying, for he had a switchblade in his back pocket. "Then you won't mind if we frisk you?" The Officer said, and two of his soldiers stepped forward. Jason grudgingly drew the blade and handed it to the Officer. The Officer took it. "Okay. Now, are you a rebel?" The Officer asked. "No, I just came here. I witnessed the bombing from this hill" Jason said. Just then, gunshots.


Dust was kicked up all around the military soldiers, and the Officer yelled "Rebels, get down!" and the Officer threw himself to the floor, but not before catching a bullet in the right leg. Two of his soldiers dragged him to safety behind a rock and the rest opened fire from couched and proned positions nearby, but already three were down. Jason went prone and crawled behind a log, gunshots still landing all around him, and one even slammed into his log. He saw a figure crawling toward him. He recognized Jones. "Here, help us out!" Jones yelled, throwing Jason the bag that contained his pistol, porno magazines, and granola bars, and he then took cover behind the log aswell with Jason, firing upon the rebels, whose positions were not yet confirmed. Jason just stared at the bag. Jones saw this, and leveled his rifle towards Jason. "Help, that's an order!" Jones yelled. Jason grabbed the pistol and pulled it from the bag, and he cocked pulling the slide back and then forth, and he raised his am over the log and fired twice blindly, and after that, he knew he only had one shot left, and he raised the weapon to Jones's head, firing off his last shot, and killing the soldier. He then quickly unstrapped the uniform, which had the M16A2, the G22, and the magazines to both attatched to it, and he carried it in his left hand, and the M1911A1, which was in his right hand, he shoved into his bag, and he grabbed the bag, throwing it over his shoulder, and he held the uniform with Jones's things with both hands as he ran from the firefight, ran from the screams, ran from the blood, ran from the Civil War taking place behind him, and he an like lighting, with a G22, M16A2, a M1911A1, and ammo for all of the weapons, enough to last him a life time, along with some rations that Jones had had on him, and a radio, and everything he needed for survival. And all he needed to do was kill a man. Fair price, right?

 

[PixieDani]

Ameilia nodded once in a while listening to what the other person was saying. She made her way through the forest moving away from the trail. She kept looking at Quentin to make sure he has not fallen too behind of her. Putting her hand on her hip to grip her knife which was in its sheath. She was prepared. Looking around she looked out for any walkers coming. She listen closely for any sign of them while trying to keep her attention on Quentin as well.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Jason put the last strap around his back, putting the uniform onto him tightly while he sat on the log, the M16A2 resting against the log, and the bag next to it, containing 4 M16A2 magazines, and 6 9mm magazines which both the G22 and M1911A1 were able to fire. He yawned, and he punched the front of the uniform twice lightly. Bulletproof. He was hoping he wouldn't need to test it out. He went into the bag and he drew the G22, putting it into the holster on the uniform's chest region, the gun being fully loaded and the gun on safety, and he adjusted the uniform. It was much heavier than the uniform he had back when he was in the Military. Well, he was still in the Military, but he was AWOL, a deserter. This one was bulletproof and had armor inserts on the chest, and along with the G22 and the M16A2 attached, it weighed a good 20 pounds. Also with the bag, that was 25. He knew he should have traveled lighter, but he couldn't resist. He grabbed the MA16A2 and strapped it onto the uniform, allowing his hands to be free, and he threw the string bag over his shoulder. He then put magazines into the magazine slots on the right side of the chest region of the uniform, and he went over everything in his head. In his bag, he had a radio, a few MREs, a bottle of water and a can of beans he had picked up from a cabin in the woods while he was on the run from the outskirts of NYC, the porno magazines, the M1911A1, two granola bars, a few extra magazines, and on his uniform he had the M16A2, the G22, and multiple magazines for both guns. He stood up, exhaling slowly on a "whooooo" basis, and he thought about how the world had became so fucked up. What brought him from his thoughts? A scream.


He looked to his right and heard another scream, and he began to run toward where he had heard it from, and in 4 minutes he saw it. There was a yellow car, and those...things were all up on it. He heard a baby crying, a woman screaming, and a few men cussing. Jason saw a bright yellow gripped hatchet buried in a zombie head a few feet to his right, and he walked over to it and pulled it from it's former habitat. He then approached the car and he slammed the hatchet into the back of a zombie head, and then he pulled the hatched out and he did it again, and again, until he got to the back door and he ripped it open, accidentally ripping it off, and he pulled a man out of the car, and then the other the door keeping the zombies on the right at bay and the ones on the left being too slow to react, and when the men wee out he dragged them a few feet out of the car and he said "


"We need to get the baby and the girl out, so we need to kill some zombies, and therefore, we need to get to the windshield, so, I hope you got a weapon because you sure as hell gonna need it!" he said, and he launched himself back at the car, sending his hatched into heads and heads of what seemed to be thousands of zombies, but probably were only about 20, and he and the other men eventually made their way to the windshield, and they carried the woman and the child out of the car, and the men carried them away, the zombies unable to catch up, and after a few minutes, they had outrun them.


"Thank you for your help....we would have died without you" the woman said "Hmm...How did you guys end up here?" "We wee fleeing from the Adirondack mountains due to bandits being up there. We were in a refugee camp. It was pretty safe, except for the bandits. I recommend it, there's lot of farmland, lot's of game, and a lot of survivors, not a lot of zombies. I think with your equipment, you'd be safe up there." "Really? I'll go check it out. I'mma be off then" Jason said, and he nodded to the people he had just saved, and started walking toward the mountains, putting the yellow gripped hatchet into his string bag as he walked.

 

[CGULL9313]

Sean had slipped that knife back into it's leather sheath a while back, when he'd heard the voices and realized he was dealing with the living. After putting in a fresh dip of Copenhagen, he decided he should take a look at them. There were plenty of people around in the mountains these days. Each time he had heard them in the woods, he had taken the time to follow and to listen to their conversations. So far, none of them seemed like the type Sean wanted to associate with. Thugs, it sounded like. They had become aware of him quickly and he had fled quietly into the woods. However, for ten minutes or so, he had been following the girls without either of them noticing. Damn kids have no business being out here, he thought with mixed emotions as he watched them from a distance. From here Sean could hear almost every word the short haired one was saying. She didn't seem to be paying any attention at all to her surroundings. The other one, at least, had her hand on her weapon. All that talking was almost drowning out the other noises.


The dead were coming. More than a couple. In their direction from the East. He knew they were following the sounds of their prey. Those damn girls. And himself. Sean had been battling himself about what to do. I should just leave them. It would have been no problem to disappear back into the trees. The dead were at least slower, the colder it got. They're coming for them anyway. Sean spat bitterly and slung his shotgun back over his sholder before he stepped out into view. With his right hand on the straps to his gun and pack, he holds his left in a gesture of peace. He is visibly tired. As if he hasn't slept for several days. His eyes are sunken back and the bags under them are darker than usual.

 

[gloomy]

Quentin noticed how cautious she was of him, but he continued to talk. They were getting close to the Safeway now, the dull red sign was in sight. Suddenly a man, who looked to be in his 40's, appeared from the bushes. His dark eyes shot towards the stranger immediately. He went quiet and stopped walking. He tilted his head, glancing over at Ameilia to watch her reaction. He had a feeling that the girl would be hostile, she almost killed him after all. Looking back at the man he analyzed him closely and squinted his eyes a bit.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Jason kept walking up the mountains, but he heard a gunshot. Then another that landed right beside him, and it caused a small landside that sent him tumbling down the mountain. He started to drift to the right, and the gunshots stopped. He eventually caught himself, and he dug a foothold in the side of the mountain, sort of like a trench, and he curled himself into as tight as a ball as possible, raising his M16A2, and popping off three shots in the general direction of the gunshots. Then, there was silence for a few minutes. Jason exhaled a breath he had not realized that he was holding, and he got up, creeping up the mountain again. He came to a trail and he walked on it...but he saw a figure, a male figure. He didn't know if he was alive or...if he was one of those things. Jason took cover in some bushes, and after analyzing further, he noticed two people in the bushes across from him, the man in between Jason and the two other questions. Jason slightly raised his M16A2, and he stayed in of the bushes, yelling "Hey! I'm friendly! Military soldier! I am armed and I am prepared to defend myself and my things! I see a man in about his forties standing in the open, and I see a man and a woman in the bushed near 'em! I want you all to come out in the open and raise your hands, or I will be forced to take hostile action to defend myself! I do not want to fight, and I am not a bandit, but you need to do certain things nowadays! Now I'mma stop yelling, because before we know it, there's gonna be lame-brains all around here tryna nom on us, so let's just come into the open, talk quietly, and then move! Gunshots will just cause more hell, for all of this, so let's keep this peaceful, a'ight?

 

[gloomy]

Quentin heard a sudden voice shouting from behind the strange man. He reached back a bit, did this man have others with him? He was moderately fine with just one person, but a whole group could be a problem. His gaze scanned the treeline as he listened to what the person was saying. It sounded like he didn't want to hurt them, but this man sounded serious as well. Quentin cursed under his breath, the man was definitely correct. He turned a bit and saw a few zombies coming up on their six. He decided that he had no other choice. He didn't know about Ameilia, but he didn't quite feel like getting lit up today. A sigh escaped his mouth as he slowly rose his hands above his head. Intertwining them to place his hands on his head.

 

[CGULL9313]

Sean was frowning deeply as he raised his right hand as well. Leaving his weapon hanging from his shoulder. He was cursing himself for coming out in the open. For having missed the sounds of the man coming up behind him. He spat on the ground and in a rummble of a whisper said, "Peace."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"Old guy in the open, throw down that shotgun our you'll regret it, and after doing so throw your hands to the air. Guy in the bushes, come on out with both hands up, not behind your head, and girl in the bushes, do the same as your buddy" Jason yelled, still staying where he was, but hearing zombie-like moans. "Hurry up!" he added to his orders, and he prepared himself to open fire on all of them, both human and infected, and make a run for it. Who knows, maybe the guy who shot at him earlier could be with these people.

 

[gloomy]

Quentin rose his hands a bit more. His pitch-black hair fell into his face as he took a few steps forwards. The young teen finally came into sight, eyeing the other man. He didn't quite know what to do so he just stood there. He was going to turn around to take a look at the placement of the zombies. Though he decided that maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Any sudden moves and this guy could shoot. His usually talkative attitude was not with him at the moment. It seemed like for the first time in his life he was actually quiet.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

(Waiting on C. We'll just say Amelia is hesitating)

 

[CGULL9313]

Sean moves his right hand to his shoulder, and shrugs off the strap. He then tosses the shotgun a few feet away, and returns his hand to the air with the other. He is facing the young woman and, whom he is suprised at a closer distance to find is a, boy with is back mostly turned to the brush where the other man's voice is coming from.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"Good, good! Hey, guy with that other girl, does she got any weapons on her?" Jason called out to the two in the field, him still be concealed and out of eye sight.

 

[gloomy]

Quentin tilted his head. Now that he thought about it he honestly didn't know. "The only thing I know of is a dagger," he said uncertainly. He had just met the girl after all. He had no idea if she was carrying a gun on her or not. He glanced to the side in the direction of Safeway. He heard his stomach growl and sighed, so close yet so far.

 

[Princess Ktyria]

Carter walked nimbley around the trees, being sure to avoid anything that makes to much noise. Her machete was clutched underhand and her cloak consealed everything. If anyone looked at her, they would only see her chin and up to her nose. She stayed in the shadows, making sure that if anybody saw her, they'd only see a black shadow and hopefully think it was their eyes playing a trick on them. Although, there was no reason that she would do this, considering there's nobody around.


"The only thing I know of is a dagger,"


Carter stopped and furrowed her eyebrows lightly. 'Somebody spoke.' She thought, controlling her breathing to where it was as quiet as a mouse. 'They had to be talking to someone... Possibly about someone? So three people in total.' She calculated, crouching and shifting slightly, hoping to get a better look at somebody. She saw a man holding a gun. 'Hm...' She thought, squinting slightly. She looked past him and saw more people. 'Interesting.' She thought, 'Stealing weapons, are we?' She thought once again, waiting. 'I'll see how this'll play out before I intervene.' She thought, keeping a safe distance between herself and the man. It was long enough so that if she had to, she can sprint off in a case of emergencies or any clowns show up. (She calls the zombies or walkers [Whatever you call them] clowns or circus freaks.)