It is Earth, modern day time. We are in a post-zombie apocalypse, with most of the human race becoming "Infected". Throughout the world, there are a number of people who are immune from the infection. They go from location to location, trying to find means of rescue, ranging from hospital helicopters to military APC units. Only by working together can these survivors find their way to evacuation safely.

Plot: In this campaign, the group of survivors start in a small city that is rapidly losing it's use as a safe spot. They decide to follow a rumor that there are plans for a rescue pickup in a nearby marsh due to its secluded location.

Goal: Yes, this RP has an actual ending planned, one way or another. The optimal goal is for all survivors to make it to the designated evacuation area. However, the world isn't always perfect. It is entirely possible that some survivors may not survive the journey, or even that their rescue chance will be ruined.

Weapons: Obviously, you are going to need to be equipped for the zombie apocalypse if you plan on getting down the street alive. Everyone starts with the following equipment:
-Pistol
-Choice between Pump Shotgun and Submachine Gun for primary weapon
-First Aid Kit (you can only carry one at a time)
-Melee Weapon of your choice (more information below)

[First Tier Weapons]
Pistol- Your standard issue 9mm companion. It has unlimited ammo (but still must be reloaded periodically), and is fairly accurate over long distances. Its firepower leaves something to be desired for, however. Also, you can acquire and extra pistol later in the campaign, allowing you to dual wield pistols while using them. When you are incapacitated (unless you are incapacitated and trapped in some fashion), the only weapon you can use is your pistol(s).
Melee Weapon of Choice- Your character is permitted to have one melee weapon at his/her disposal. This "weapon" must be something not normally intended for use as a long-term weapon and can be acquired by your character with relative ease. A good example would be a baseball bat. The exception to this rule is a (small) combat knife, should that be your fancy. You must create a small "back story" as to why your character has the melee weapon he/she has. Example: You use a combat knife because you were a U.S. Marine and have had it since your active duty.

[Second Tier Weapons] (chosen at beginning)
Pump Shotgun- The classic zombie killer. Very powerful at close range, weak and inaccurate at long range. Requires you to "pump" the next shell after every shot, and shells must be reloaded individually.
Submachine Gun (Uzi)- Automatic fire and better accuracy than the shotgun, especially at long range. It has less firepower than the shotgun at closer ranges, however. Ammo is reloaded via magazines.

[Third Tier Weapons] (acquired later in the campaign)
Auto-Shotgun- An advanced shotgun. It has semi-automatic fire (i.e. as fast as you can pull the trigger), and its firepower is even stronger than the pump action shotgun. It has more long distance accuracy than the pump now, but it still lacks in that category. Shells are still loaded individually.
Assault Rifle- An advanced submachine gun. It's automatic fire is (you guessed it) stronger than the uzi. It retains accuracy over long distances very well when fired in controlled bursts. It's firepower dwindles only slightly over distances, but is still not as powerful as the Auto-Shotgun in terms of raw power. Ammo is still loaded via magazines.
Hunting Rifle- A semi-automatic rifle unparalleled in range power and accuracy. Its shots are more powerful than the Assault Rifle all around, and a bit weaker than the Auto-Shotgun is at point blank range. It is equipped with a scope that allows for precision aiming when it is needed. It has a rather small ammo magazine, compared to the Assault Rifle, though.

[Explosives] (you can carry only one of the throwing explosives with you at a time. The containers, when held, will take up both your hands, rendering you unable to shoot until you drop or throw it away. You can use the container as a melee weapon, though.)
Pipe Bomb- Homemade explosives that are lightweight and easy to throw. They make a loud beeping noise, attracting normal Infected to it. By using it wisely, you can kill a large amount of Infected in one explosion. Not effective against Boss Infected.
Molotov- A surge of fire conveniently put in bottle form. Light 'er up and toss it to create a large radius of burning flames, igniting all types of Infected. It is very effective against Boss Infected, especially the Tank. Be wary, though, as an ill-aimed toss could lead to some severe burns for you and your friends.
Gasoline Tanks- Not as easy to carry around as a molotov bottle, but even more effective. Set in an area ahead of time or throw it forward, then shoot it to ignite a fire radius even greater than the molotov.
Propane Tanks- Works in similar fashion to the pipe bomb, although it requires more planning and set up to use effectively. If you can pull it off, exploding these near a Tank will make the beast lose its balance and stumble around, leaving it vulnerable to open fire.

Etc. Details
*This is meant to be a survival horror RP, so to stress the point, your character will undoubtedly be attacked and injured. Whether it be from Infected punches, slashes, large falls, set on fire, etc, injuries will stay with you unless treated. If left untreated, your character will suffer the consequences, ranging from infections (normal ones, not zombification) to imminent incapacitation. First aid kits can be found that will stabilize conditions and allow you to continue normally. Pain pills can also be acquired that will give you temporary relief, allowing you to get through tight situations where First Aid cannot be applied or is unavailable. If someone becomes incapacitated (i.e. injured to the point where they cannot get up from the ground), a teammate must rescue them.

*The standard human Infected are not your "Unnnngh brrrrraiiiiiinssss" slow-shuffle type zombie. When they are startled and know you are there, they will run after you. They can climb surfaces normal humans can't, and they can jump fairly far. When they reach you, they will try to punch and slash at you in lieu of biting/eating you.

*Shrill noises such as car alarms going off or heavy machinery activating can alert large hordes of Infected to the area in a heartbeat. Sometimes you may find you have to activate something zombie-attracting in order to progress.

*In addition to normal Infected, there are some Special Infected (also known as "Boss" Infected) that are distinguished from the normal zombies. They are mutated, and have special abilities at their disposal to attack you.


Smoker- These tall, lanky Infected can be heard far away due to their excessive coughing and wheezing. They have a retractable tongue that can extend up to 100ft, and pull weights greater than their own to boot. They try to use their tongue to ensnare survivors and either trap them against something and crush them by pulling, or by reeling them in and slashing away. When they are killed, they release a large cloud of smoke that hazes vision and causes uncontrollable coughing. A constricted survivor must be saved by another survivor.


Hunter- The Hunter is an agile Infected that can be distinguished by it's loud wails and growls it makes. It has the ability to leap incredible distances, and uses this to pounce unlucky survivors, trapping them. They then proceed to slash away until another survivor manages to either kill the Hunter or shove it off.


Boomer An intensely obese Infected whose body is bulging to the brim with disgusting bile. This bile carries a stagnant scent that attracts a large horde of normal Infected. Normally, this bile just stays inside them. But when they see survivors, they will try to vomit this bile onto any humans they can, thus rendering a target of an oncoming Infected horde. In addition, when a Boomer is shot, they will explode, and if any survivors are too close, they will be covered in juices from the explosion, triggering the same effect.


Tank-Imagine the Incredible Hulk. That pretty much sums up the Tank. It is a giant killing machine; it's only strategy is brute force. Its punches pack incredible power; enough to send survivors flying. They can even rip chunks from the ground (whether it be concrete, rock, or other) and throw them at you, or hit large objects like cars to send them rolling at you like a bowling ball. Only by working together can a Tank be brought down without a mortal loss to the team.

[Advanced Rules]
-All standard/common RP rules apply, such as grammar, spelling, etc.
-Because of the content of this RP, it is directed to be a more "advanced RP". Therefore, applicants are required to have been members of Psypoke for at least 2 weeks and have at least 25 posts places other than the Roleplaying Forum. Common barriers such as illiteracy and poor grammar will weaken your chances of being accepted.
-Due to the nature of this RP, too many survivors would just bog down the RP. Too little would make it too restricted, as well. Therefore, the max number of roleplayers involved (including the host) will be SIX PLAYERS SEVEN PLAYERS. If six seven doesn't work out for some reason, we may cut it down to 6. We will need a minimum of 4 to start, and will start with just 4 if no one else shows interest right away for too long.
-Like all RPs, godmodding is unacceptable. This RP will be tough even for RP regulars to avoid godmodding at times; magically being able to shoot the smoker that's ensnared you before you're constricted won't fly. Try your best to make this RP a cooperative experience, making everyone a part of the team.
-Your character is supposed to be unique and truly yours, yes, but try to remember this RP isn't about our character's developing and being focused on; it's about them working together to escape, regardless of their personality quirks and dispositions. There will not be any "story" events revolving around our characters, so don't apply expecting such things. The exception to this rule is the back story you create for your melee weapon.
-When talking out of character (OOC), please distinguish it by doing something such as double parentheses. This is a personal pet peeve of mine, though, so I won't be strict about it. example: ((Sorry, was busy last night guys))





EDIT:
As of 10:30pm CST on March 10, you must PM me your profile application to be approved. I will respond with my approval/disapproval of your profile. Please do not take things personally either way; I will be trying my best to view your profile from a third party standpoint. If you are accepted, you may then post your profile here.

EDIT II:
As of 6:30pm CST on March 12, applications are no longer being accepted.

[Survivors Approved]
1. Registeel_Rocks
2. flaming_fox
3. shinashu taji
4. Crunchy (died) Saint_Jimmy
5. Beav232
6.Jaguar (quit) Theolithical
7. Darth DLA

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My profile

Name: Locke Kelman
Profession: Plumber; Retired Naval Officer

Appearance
Age: 63
Gender: Male
Body type: Medium build overall; well fit for his age.
Hair: White, medium length hair. Also has a white goatee and mustache combo .
Eye color: Azure blue
Face type: Long, worn, and fairly wrinkly
Other physical features: Tends to hunch his shoulders forward a bit.
Clothing style: Wears navy blue coveralls that he normally wears on the job. Underneath he wears a basic white tee shirt. Wears a cap with his plumbing company's logo on it.
Speech style: Speaks with slight harshness in his tone, most likely due to his years in the military. At the same time, has that assuring softness that you might associate your grandfather with.

Personality
General Demenour: Authoratative
How he/she sees himself: An experienced veteran whose usefullness isn't completely gone yet.
Best qualities: Great leader, strong will to survive, excellent knowledge of combat
Worst qualities: Too uptight at times, has his senior moments

Weapons
Primary Weapon: Pump Shotgun
Melee Weapon: Pipe Wrench

Background:
Origin: Served in the US Navy from age 18 to 60; retired at the rank of Commander. Took over his father's old plumbing business after he retired.
Melee Weapon Backstory: In the early moments of the infection spreading, an Infected wandered into Locke's store and attacked him. He reached for the nearest thing to defend himself, which just happened to be a hefty pipe wrench. He's kept it with him ever since.

Quirks (optional)
Favorite food: Steak
Favorite place: His patio at home
Pet peeve(s): Has a problem with "anti-authority" people.
Least favorite season: Spring
Worst memory: Being a POW overseas for a year when he was 24.

Name: Charles Luther
Profession (before the Zombie Apocalypse): Illegal Arms Dealsman

Appearance
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Body type: Short and thin
Hair: Well trimmed dark brown hair that is alreasy showing signs of gray
Eye color: Black (not literaly, but very dark)
Face type: Gaunt
Other physical features: Nasty scar on left eye remenant from a deal gone wrong
Clothing style: Prim and Propper. Silk shirt and tailored pinstripe pants. Used to have a suit coat but was forgotten during zombie apocalypes
Speech style: Like clothing very proper

Personality
General demeanor: Condescending
How he/she sees himself: Generally better than those around him
Best qualities: Smart and quick witted
Worst qualities: basically a jerk

Weapons
Primary Weapon: submachine gun
Melee Weapon: Golden tipped cane

Background:
Origin: Charles has led a difficult life, though filled with luxury. Despite his many academic accomplishments his parents never had time for him. After completing a school in oxford he turned his general dislike for humanity into a profession, mainly selling anybody who could afford them lethal weapons in order to kill those that can not. After the zombie outbreak he made a crucial decision to turn his business from dealing lead to the still breathing to those who are already dead.
Melee Weapon Backstory: Gold cane was originally used to create an illusion of frailty to those who might cross him. Now its used to create nasty dents in heads of infected.

Quirks (optional)
Favorite food: 1000 dollar a bottle wine
Favorite place: Alone in his 1000000000 dollar mansion
Pet peeve(s): People less intelligent (just about everybody)
Least favorite season: Summer
Worst memory: Father not being there for his college graduation.

Name: Lewis Barkley
Profession (before the Zombie Apocalypse): Plastic Surgeon

Appearance
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Body type: Tall and Strong
Hair: Black and sort of fits head
Eye colour: Hazel
Face type: Average size, roundish.
Other physical features: Whitened Teeth
Clothing style: Lots of black, except white shirt and shoes.
Speech style: Slight welsh accent.

Personality
General Demeanour: Kind, Uses Sarcastic Humour, Intelligent.
How he/she sees himself: A generally smart person. Very creative.
Best qualities: Creativeness, Mature, Intelligence, Gymnastic Skills
Worst qualities: Big Headed, Cocky, Acts Before Thinks

Weapons
Primary Weapon: Submachine Gun
Melee Weapon: Romankiw Staff

Background
Origin: Born in Wales and after parents death he was moved to Australia. After which he travelled the world he visited Germany and is now fluent in German. Now he lives in Wales.
Melee Weapon Back-story: The Romankiw Staff was given to Lewis by his father. His father joined a cult when Lewis was a child. He went off on many spiritual quests where they would attack animals and people. They used many strange weapons, including the Romankiw Staff. It is a long black staff with a sharp point at on end and a blade at the other. It is about 45cm long. Lewis has kept it forever to remind him of his father, who was killed tragically by a bear.

Quirks
Favourite food: Toad In The Hole
Favourite place: Barry, Wales
Least favourite season: Winter
Worst memory: Walking into the kitchen and watching her mother kill herself.

Jaguar ~

Name: Elliot Reed
Profession (before the Zombie Apocalypse): Doctor

Appearance
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Body type: Slim and fit
Hair: Blonde
Eye color: Forest green
Face type: Angular, high cheekbones
Other physical features: .............
Clothing style: Lab coats, or scrubs. If scrubs, blue
Speech style: Soft, reassuring tone. The kind you'd hear from a doctor before an operation, like "Everything's gonna be alright....."

Personality
General demeanor: A little blonde, at times. Generally kind and caring.
How he/she sees himself: A helpful person who saves lives.
Best qualities: Doctoring skills. Good at calming people down, including herself. Keeps a cool head in most situations.
Worst qualities: Umm.....poor Elliot is a tad blonde, sometimes not getting stuff she should. Also egotistical sometimes.

Weapons
Primary Weapon(choose either Pump Shotgun or Submachine Gun): Submachine Gun
Melee Weapon: Surgical knife

Background
Origin: Young and lovely, coveted by most men but hiding an amazing intellect behind the "bimbo blondness", Elliot went to University and graduated successfully. After dating many men and saving many lives, she found love in the arms of Jonathan Dorian. Unfortunately he was found dead, impaled on a surgical knife.
Melee Weapon Backstory: Elliot was the one who found Jonathan. Ever since she has kept that surgical knife with her.

Quirks
Favorite food: Lasagne
Favorite place: The hospital in which she worked in
Pet peeve(s): Doesn't get on with stereotypical people
Least favorite season: Winter (everything dies)
Worst memory: Seeing Jon impaled on the knife.
Voila~

Chingling

Name: Tom "Ace" laroose (LA-rooz)
Profession: Police Officer

Appearance
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Body type: Tall and muscular
Hair: Brown
Eye color: Brown
Face type: Big. Somewhat eliptical
Other physical features: Long scar on his left cheek from a knife fight before he was a cop, bullet wound on back
Clothing style: Navy blue/black (depends on mood) hat that resembles police cap
Speech style: Normal with a slight british accent

Personality
General demeanor:Periodic use of sarcasm, doesn't really likes talking to people. After a situation is over, he goes over it in his head and tries to make improvements for next time.
How he/she sees himself: Annoying. Never thinks he makes the right choice.
Best qualities: Never gives up
Worst qualities: stubborn, headstrong never thinks good of his actions. Too quick to start a fight.

Weapons
Primary Weapon: (choose either Pump Shotgun or Submachine Gun)
Melee Weapon: Police Baton

Background
Origin: Tom "Ace" as his friends call him used to be a police officer before the apocalypse. He never liked talking to people and never thought what he did was good enough.
Melee Weapon Backstory: When the Zombies first came, he was out of bullets, with no where to run. The only thing he could do was use his Baton. It worked and he never left without it.

Quirks (optional)
Favorite food:
Favorite place:
Pet peeve(s): Zombies.
Least favorite season: Summer
Worst memory: Watching his wife be slowly killed by hordes of zombies.

I'm accepted. Yay.

I deeply apologize everyone; I accidentally left out the tidbit that I wanted profile applications to be PMed to me, not posted. It's my fault for not noticing, so to you three who applied today, I'll respond with my decision in this post. Past this point, though, any person who wants to apply for this RP MUST send their application to me via PM.

Jaguar: Nothing connects. All the parts don't seem to add up to one solid, final character. Your melee weapon and its back story stand out most here. It's all very obscure and seems so unrelated to your character; it almost seems like you're making up something bizarre like that just to obtain an actual melee weapon. Also, you say your character is very mature and intelligent. Yet, you say he is big headed and acts hastily without thinking. Those contradict and clash to make your character unrealistic. Denied. Edit: You've edited your profile immensely in the PMs you've sent me, and you are now approved. Don't disappoint me.

*superiorchingling*: Seriously, did you even consider creating your own original character? Or did you think no one would realize your character is a blatant, no, direct rip-off of a character from an emmy winning comedy/drama television series? Denied.

Beav232: Some parts of your profile are very solid. Others seem sort of "cookie-cutter" and transparent. Your character has some contradicting aspects as well, but not big enough ones to make your character unrealistic. I see possible great potential here, so I hate to leave you hanging, but I will get back to you later after some more applicants show me their stuff. If you want to try changing parts of your profile, you may PM me the changes. Also, excellent melee weapon backstory; just what I'm looking for. Edit: Also approved after the changes made to your profile in PMs.

Name: Shinashu Taji [but people call him Taji] (yes I am a semi Marty-Stu)
Profession (before the Zombie Apocalypse): Bookstore Owner

Appearance
Age:38
Gender:Male
Body type:Slender
Hair:Brown hangs down over his eyes most of the time.
Eye color:Blue,
Face type:Round, with a lot of Italian distinctions especially the nose.
Other physical features:Small hands, narrow feet. Also wears glasses.
Clothing style:Wears silk button down shirts, with blue jeans, and Italian shoes.
Speech style:Very proper, does not use slang or contractions.

Personality
General demeanor:Very much an introvert.
How he/she sees himself:As a person who thinks strategy is superb over brute force.
Best qualities:Quite strategical. Smart. Fast.
Worst qualities:Quite apathetic towards most people. Not very strong. Short temper.

Weapons
Primary Weapon: Sub Machine Gun
Melee Weapon: Box cutter

Background:
Origin:Half Italian whose mother immigrated over to the country four years before his birth, where she met his father a college professor at the University of Mississippi. Grew up around books about Shakespeare and other famous writers. Took over his mother's bookstore when she wanted to quit.
Melee Weapon Backstory:When the infections started, he came home to find an infected killing his parents he reached in his pocket and pulled out the box cutter which he had used to open boxes with a new shipment of books and preceded to kill off the infected.

Quirks (optional)
Favorite food:Red Gravy and Italian Sausage
Favorite place: The bookstore in which he owns.
Pet peeve(s):Rude loud mouths who think brawn beats brain.
Least favorite season: Summer
Worst memory:Burning his dead parents bodies after the infected killed them.

Name: Jack Adams
Profession: A jobseeker (lol)

Appearance
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Body type: Slim, not very tall
Hair: Messy black hair from running and whatnot resulting in a weird side fringe, mad side burns
Eye colour: Brown
Face type: Young, a bit of tan, kinda bushy eyebrows
Other physical features: A piecing on his right eyebrow
Clothing style: A black (now a bit pale) business suit that’s a bit roughed up, white shirt underneath, a Mr. Men tie that has a mind of it’s own, black baggy pants muddy from the ground to his knees, large army boots maybe one size too big (stolen from a corpse (before it then tried to eat him) when his shoe broke in half)
Speech style: Talks like a regular in-your-face teenager, has an attitude problem

Personality
General demeanour: Attitude, confidence around people, outgoing
How he/she sees himself: Better, or important
Best qualities: Quick to make decisions (to run/escape/use anything he can to flee), small and somewhat athletic, works better in a team, follows directions and orders well even in a panic
Worst qualities: Will not stay calm, talks a lot and sometimes never shuts up, quick to give up, never great alone, needs someone to hold his hand so-to-speak

Weapons
Primary Weapon: Submachine Gun (because what teen can actually handle a pump shotgun, amirite?)
Melee Weapon: Pocket knife

Background
Origin: A high school dropout. Jack was a no good hooligan who ran away from home after his mum left his abusive father. He later stayed over at a mates’ and made the decision to live there, though he needed an income. So, to pay rent, he had his go at jobseeking in a variety of places in his mate’s work suit. Though, when he thought he had finally bagged one after so many attempts, the unpredictable happens.
Melee Weapon Backstory: Before he dropped out of school, everyone thought it was cool to carry knifes. After ‘the tough kid’ put the knife to his throat, Jack made it his responsibility to get him back. He payed an ‘old friend’ (drug dealer) to ‘rough him up a little’ (scare the heck out of him). After crudely mocking him, he took the pocket knife from his bag as well as his mother’s packed lunch. Gotta love tuna sandwich! The knife’s been a trophy ever since.

Quirks
Favourite food: Anything takeaway, especially pizza
Favourite place: Anywhere there’s a bed
Pet peeve(s): Authority, the boss, the leader
Least favourite season: Winter
Worst memory: Dad beating Mum, Jack coming home from school and whacking him over the head to save her. Thankfully the whack to the head didn’t kill him (I say thankfully because Jack still somewhat respected him somewhat, even though he hit his mum, he was still his father), just prevented him from remembering what happened.

After Alot Of Hard Work. I have been accepted. Yay
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Name: Lewis Barkley
Profession (before the Zombie Apocalypse): Plastic Surgeon
Reason behind profession: He thinks that he has had a bad past and he wanted to help people. He wanted to be a Doctor but was never clever enough. He had gotten used to the medical industry so he decided to fix peoples other problems.

Appearance
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Body type: Tall and Strong
Hair: Black
Eye colour: Hazel
Face type: Average size, roundish.
Other physical features: Whitened Teeth
Clothing style: Lots of black, except white shirt and shoes.
Speech style: Slight welsh accent.

Personality
General Demeanour: Normally appears strong but he can be broken down.
How he/she sees himself: Nothing Special
Best qualities: Drawing (usually very grim pictures), Gymnastic Skills
Worst qualities: Depression and thinking that there is no point trying to succeed, giving up to easily.

Weapons
Primary Weapon: Submachine Gun
Melee Weapon: Ashtray

Background
Origin: Born in Wales and after his mother’s death he and his father moved to Australia. After which he travelled the world he visited Germany and is now fluent in German.
Melee Weapon Back-story: Just before the infection occurred a group of men attacked his father at his house. Luckily, Lewis was there he was scared so he picked up his ashtray and smashed it over the heads of the people attacking his father.

Quirks
Favourite food: Toad In The Hole
Favourite place: Barry Island, Wales
Least favourite season: Winter
Worst memory: Watching his mother going through depression and then hanging herself. This affected Lewis badly; her negativity spread around the family and now rubbed off on Lewis.

~Jaguar ~

((Alright, the RP may now officially begin. Before I make the first acting post, I have some last minute things to add about the roleplay for everyone:

[Character Relationships]
For the sake of convenience and getting things started faster, it is assumed that our characters met awhile back some time after the infection spread (let's say about a month). Therefore, our characters already know each other mildly. They all know each other's names and ages. They know basic facts most people who meet each character would learn, such as general likes/dislikes, common personality quirks, etc. However, they do not know everything about each other, especially very specific things. We all have fought Infected together, and we know what the boss infected are. So no one has to be all "OHSHI- WHAT IS THAT GIANT HULK THING AHHHH"

Summary: No need for our characters to "meet for the first time".

[Safe Houses]
Safe Houses are locations designated with solid steel doors. These doors, once everyone alive is inside, can be barred shut to prevent Infected from pursuing any further from previous points. However, once it is barred shut, backtracking is not an option. Safe Houses will always contain fresh supplies of ammunition and medkits, in addition to extra pump shotguns and submachine guns. The "exit" of a safe house is held shut by a bar; once it is removed, the Safe House is no longer considered "safe".

Summary: Safe Houses = Refresh Havens

[Flashlight]
All firearms (including your pistol) have flashlights attached to the front's bottom end. This light can be switched on/off as needed. Generally, you just leave it on.

[Survivor Status]
Every now and then when I post, I'll post an overview of where we are, our current goal, and our own personal status conditions. Hopefully it'll be useful to us.

[Last Minute Literacy Check]
This applies to you as the roleplayer. Please try to live up to these literate standards:
-Punctuate all of your sentences properly (helps us know which sentences are separate and when statements end)
-Capitalize only when necessary (names, pronouns, etc); you may make a word ALL CAPS to signify yelling or screaming, but please use it in moderation. An entire post of ALL CAPS will not make me a happy reader; try just capitalizing choice words. Example: "Ahhhh! Get this thing off me! GET IT OFF!"
-If you have your character thinking to himself, please make sure to designate in some way that you clearly are not doing anything else. I highly suggest using italics to signify a character thinking to himself. If you make it clear that you're thinking, you then do not need to say "..., Richard thought to himself." at the end. Saves space. :)


Alright, that ends my last minute add ons! If anything else arises, I'll be sure to address it in my posts. Let's have a good time, everyone!

Oh yeah: don't forget to grab first aid! :p))
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[Survivor Status]
Location: Maintenance room in broken down hotel; three stories up.
Goal: Determine Goal ((Lol))
Conditions: Everyone is 100% normal

((Pretend you guys sent me to get food from the vending machine, which we've been eating from since we've been here))

Locke entered the room hastily and slowly closed the door behind him.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, kids..." started Locke, "...but we have to make plans to leave ASAP. I don't have any food from the vending machine, because, well... I heard intense coughing downstairs. You know what that means."

Stepping towards the supply table, Locke grabbed one of the six first aid kits and slung it over his shoulder.

"This place is no longer safe," muttered Locke. "Rumor or not, we have to follow the lead we learned about there being possible evacuation means at the Nekoosa Marsh. It's our only hope of getting out of here for good."

Locke's back made light cracking as he bent over to grab his shotgun. He loaded eight shells into the firearm and pumped it once.

"So, who's ready to fight for their lives?"

A younger teen quickly pocketed his knife he was playing with. Jack was sitting in the corner of the Maintenance Room. He picked his pistol from the floor beside him and held it pointed towards the floor between his feet. He lent on his knees as he sat up.

"Are you serious?!" he whispered in a tone, distressed mainly, "Locke! Who's stupid idea was it to run up three stories of this stupid building anyway?!"

Jack huffed, taking the safety off.

"I think that was my stupid idea but if we had not we could have been killed." Lewis snapped. He put away his notepad, that he had been drawing on, and put out his ciggarette and was ready to go.

Tom heard the arguing from his bed. He got up to see what was going on "Shut it. We need to make it out of here alive, and we can't be at each others' throats. We need a solid plan if we are to go any further. You say you heard coughing? That's got to be a Smoker. Any ideas. We don't need a 'Run out and shoot it' plan unless we are far away from that tounge of his. We're too high up to jump." Tom thought hard of a plan. He grabbed a medkit, and his Uzi and loaded a bunch of shells into it. His pistol was already armed from a previous fight that drove them to where they are. He reloaded it and waited.

((I'm not supposed to be back yet and mt head hurts so much that I don't know why I'm online but here it goes.))

Charles sighed. Typical, even in the face of apocalypse, no especially in the face of apocalypse they fight like dogs over a bone. I'm surprised we made it even this far.

"As the old man said, they're downstairs. Personally doesn't surprise me as they are everywhere else, why not there as well. We got three options as far as I see. We can go up which will get us nowhere fast, we can find a window which unless we are really lucky is going to get us there faster than we would like, or we can go down."

With the fluency of somebody with years of experience in firearms Charles switched the clip in his pistol. "My personal vote is going down as it has the potential of actually getting us somewhere. If anybody else has a suggestion I am perfectly open to them."

"Yeah. My suggestion is instead of walking right into the line of fire, we do this in such a way that we surround the Smoker and take him out." Tom pulled put a map of the hotel and set it on the table "Now there are four entrances to the lower level. There is five of us. Two of us will go down the back way and lead a sneak attack. Preferably someone who knows what they're doing, so me and Locke will take the back route, Charles will take the route to his left, Jack will take the right, and Lewis can take the main way. One of us will most likely be captured by his tounge, then the rest of us can free him. Let's roll."

"Well we have to assume that there may be more than one smoker" Taji stated very calmly. "For all we know there may hundreds of infected on the lower levels of the hotel". As he was getting up he turned and looked at the door while straightening his shirt . "My vote is that we try to find a fire escape and sneak out of the hotel that way we don't attract more infected than we need too".

"Cool your jets, hooligan," said Locke, glaring at Jack. He did so while adjusting his pipe wrench into his belt loop.

"I like the dealer's idea most," grinned Locke, "but the bookworm's idea is more tactical and advantageous. Like Taji said, we'll attract less Infected if we take the fire escape, seeing as it's a direct route of stairs all the way down to the emergency exit."

Locke frowned.

"The problem, however, is that we actually blocked the fire escape when we came here," explained Locke. "There's not that much to move, so we can unblock it easily. This poses a second problem; we'll be exposed while moving the small blockade."

He shuffled towards the door and peered out the peek-hole they cut.

"Therefore, I have a plan." Locke continued. "Four of us will move the blockade out of the way while two of us guard the back of the moving group. If most of you agree to this plan, I volunteer myself for lookout."

"Righteo, don't bust any lungs, ya old geezers..." Jack quietly said to himself, lifting himself from the cold floor and rubbing warmth back into his body.

"No way I'm following the badged-hothead over there. I'm definitely in the majority. Plus, you guys already know I'm not a freckin' one-man army like old gramps here. Just do your best to stay quiet, for my sake," he pulled a bag of his first aid around his shoulder, strapped it around his back and readied his pistol.

"Let's hurry up and do this before I lose my nerve. Who's opening the barrier with me?!"

"Well I don't think I am the best shooter so I will help move the barrier, but hang on what if Taji is right, for all we now all hell could of let loose already and they could be heading up stairs. So we will have to move fast but keep quite. We want to get as little attention as possible." Lewis said. He braced himself and then reached for the door handle. He twisted the knob pull the door so he could look out and it let out a loud creak, the others glared at him. He peeked outside to what appeared to be a clear hallway.

((Minor unimportant instance this time but in the future remember that unless you have direct permission don't control other people's characters. OK this time as I'm pretty sure we would have all glared anyways but just something to think about in the future.))

"I would like to suggest that beautician and Tom help with removing the barricade so that its done by people with at least a bit of muscle. That means since Taji doesn't quite seem up to it and little Jack here has so graciously declined the honor, I'll go with the old man and make sure things don't go to hell while you all manage the grunt work."

((Like flaming_fox said, please refrain from controlling other people's character's; that falls under godmodding. Again, like he said, this was a pretty minor instance, so don't fret about it too much. Just avoid making a similar mistake in the future. ))

"You're gonna be with me, Charles?" asked Locke. "Splendid choice. We'll make a good lookout team."

Locke approached Lewis and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Good show of initiative, soldier. Now get to moving that junk!" said Locke with a smirk. Following that, he carefully strafed out into the hallway and looked down the corridor.

All clear... for now.

"We're clean out here! Let's get to it!"

"Allright lets get to it" Taji said looking at the others. "We need to go ahead and start moving things around so we can sneak on out of here" As Taji was saying this he slid his glasses of his head and cleaned them on the bottom of his shirt. After he was done cleaning his glasses Taji moved on over to the fire escape to try to move some of the stuff "ACK!" As Taji was moving a piece of the blockade he got a small cut from a rusty piece of nail. "Blast that smarts but I am ok though" As Taji was saying this the small cut bled only a little.

(I will be unable to post on here untill maybe Friday for reasons I will not share. I give my permission for R_R to take control of my character if this slows things down)

Why do I bother, These guys don't trust me, especialy that dealer. "Pray you've had your tetanus shot. Here, let me help with that." Tom picked up a big piece of metal blocking the window and threw it aside. It landed with a loud CLINNNNNNG. There was on more First aid kit on the table, so Tom took it. "For the road. The trip won't be easy. Everybody ready?"

((Roger that, thanks for giving us the heads up.))

Locke turned around to check on Taji.

"You alright, sport?" asked Locke. "You ought to exercise more caution. We can't afford to suffer serious injuries that don't come from the zombies themselves."

It was then that Locke heard the coughing again.

I let my guard down...

By the time he spun around to aim his shotgun, a tongue had ensnared his torso.

"Son of a...!" yelled Locke, whose voice was cut off when he started moving. The Smoker was reeling him in. His eyes darting to the end of the hall, he could see the Smoker partially hiding behind the door to the main staircase. He struggled to free himself, but to no avail.

Acting as quickly as he could Charles let off two small bursts of about 3 shots each at the smoker. Most of the shots were lost into the door the infected was hiding behind but one of them managed to graze the smokers tongue forcing it to let go of Locke. Before he could finish it off it ducked away behind the door again.

"We need to move fast, they know we're here now so its only a matter of time before a horde comes."

((Seeing as beav won't be here for a week now and I know that R_R is going to be busy most of this week maybe it would be best to put the RP on hold for the week as to keep things from getting confusing.))