Realistic or Modern Zombie Apocalypse! (Always accepting!)

[Slasher999999999]

He would flick the black helmet visor close and start to move forward

 

[Slasher999999999]

He would then start to speed up leaning forward on the bike, His wolf would be running at his side keeping up with him.

 

[BlueClover]

Jason opened the gate, almost right before he got there.

 

[Slasher999999999]

He would zoom through the gate and take a hard right the Harley skidding, as it was skidding he would quickly take out his sword and cut off a walkers head that was to close to the bike with his other hand on the handle, as the Harley started to slow down skidding he would rev the engine again and speed off as he sheathed his sword weaving through walkers and obstacles in his way. As he was weaving through obstacles he would think 'this brings up old memories'

 

[BlueClover]

Jason closed the gate, walking back inside, lighting another cigarette, chuckling and saying "crazy, kid" to himself.

 

[Dream Killer]

A tired man, with scrapes, bruises, and a few stitches, covering almost every visible inch of skin walked downstairs, "Why... Is everyone... Being so fucking loud?!" The man exclaimed, as he was gesturing anger with his left arm, which was void of a wrist.

 

[BlueClover]

Jason walks up to him "Hello, who are you, and what happened to you," the skeletal faced cowboy asks very softly.

 

[Dream Killer]

Avery glared into the man's eyes, "Well fuck you too sir." He said, with a very fake smile. He pushed the man out of the way with his full arm, and walked to the living room, where he sat down. He eyed the man, and one question flooded his mind, "Well, who the fuck are you?" He said, annoyed, and confused.

 

[BlueClover]

He smiles, still some how trying to keep his cool "Jason Grim, or grim for short, I came from the west pushy, listen whats your problem, not enough sunlight in your diet" he says, tapping the man.

 

[Dream Killer]

"I guess you could say something like that." He said, with a shrug. "I'm Avery 'The Wheezer' Zen." He said, as he pulled out his gas mask, which was covered in scratches, and stitches. He pulled it on, and stared at him. He had a very popular reputation as 'The Wheezer', mainly for gassing multiple militant convoys at the start of the apocalypse. He is known for worsening the apocalypse, by gassing anyone who tried to prevent it, mainly military or police groups towards the beginning.

 

[BlueClover]

He stop being so tense lighting a cigarette "Good a conversation, so Avery how long have you been here, ya got a nice place."

 

[Dream Killer]

"Less than a day." He said, kicking back in the chair.

 

[BlueClover]

He extends his hand "Same here, I met one of yer other fellows a while back, his name was Keon." he sits on the opposite side, feet on another chair, he brings out a black guitar with the name "Judith" written on it.

 

[Dream Killer]

"Yeah. We all came here at the same time. Got overrun." He said

 

[BlueClover]

He stops for a second "So this place is surrounded, what do you guys do about food, water, and other stuff," he polishes a black revolver, he looks very concerned.

 

[Dream Killer]

He shrugged, "No clue."

 

[BlueClover]

He stands up "So what do you do around here, and how many people are here," he walks around looking at the place they are in.

 

[Dream Killer]

"8 People. No one really has jobs. I'm leaving soon though, so it doesn't concern me." He said, with a slight smile

 

[BlueClover]

His eyes show interest "Were are you going, with the infected out there, ready to rip you limb for limb."

 

[Dream Killer]

"Back to my group... I left them behind in the hoard..." He said, ashamed of what he did. In truth, he left, trying to save them, which, in the end, he did end up doing.

 

[BlueClover]

He shrugged "That is not that bad, I led my four horse men as a final stand into a huge horde, it was fun till I realized what happened afterwards," he sadly puts down his hat reminiscing.

 

[Dream Killer]

He shrugged, "Meh." He sighed. "Where'd you come from?"

 

[BlueClover]

He smiles "Well-i'm actually from the north, I came from California, I just went to the west, DO NOT GO THERE, they follow old west rules. I have even seen them use zombies for shooting practice, I then became the Grim Reaper but move out to here, with my bird black beak." He calls on a raven with a metal beak that lands on his shoulder.

 

[Dream Killer]

"Okay then... Weirdo..." He said, as he got up, and walked up to his room

 

[BlueClover]

He puts back on his hat, and yells "See you around, partner."