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@Great Unclean One - I like how Bonzo is turning out. Can't wait to see where you go with him.

@ Cereal - I hope someone calls you soon, your RP is pretty good, I am interested to see how your character acts in a more active setting.

when does day three start, cause i've go alot more I would like to post but i'm tired

SilverMK2 wrote:@Great Unclean One - I like how Bonzo is turning out. Can't wait to see where you go with him.

@ Cereal - I hope someone calls you soon, your RP is pretty good, I am interested to see how your character acts in a more active setting.

I'm glad someone is enjoying it. I feel like I'm writing a story about a man's struggle with morality and survival in an apocalyptic setting. I'm going to keep going with what I have been doing. There is something amazingly tragic about the way he is sitting there listening to his CB radio just hiss.

halonachos wrote:OOC: They're actuall just about everywhere in small numbers I believe, but mainly centered around the main hospital in the city, close to my character and two blocks from your hideout. I also thing that GES has his character close to the hospital as well (after punching a woman in the face I might add). I mean I don't know who's the baddest fether here, Tombstone is just crazy, while Dave is punching girls in the face and breaking their skulls.

I think that Dave and Tombstone have a rivalry going on here.

I did not punch a woman in the face! I crushed her skull using an IV stand made of stainless steel! get your facts straight!

Also, consider my character in the "suburban" portion of the town at this point.

David's sleep was restless. He played that fatefull moment over and over in his head, seeing everything in shocking clarity.

The sheen of the pole, the droplets of medicine on the inside of the discarded IV bag, her stunned eyes widening in surprise, the spray of blood form her shattered nose.

The sounds were almost as bad.

The loud, crystal clear cracking like dry twigs of her nose, the sound of metal scraping metal as her skull plate rubbed together, the dull thump as her dead body hit the floor.
The thunderous cacophony of the pole slamming down on her forehad and the floor to maek sure she was dead.

Dave bolted upright. His forehead, nose and face all ached. He felt something trickle onto his lips. He dabbed a finger and looked at it. Blood was flowing from his nose.
He got up adn went into the bathroom. He took some toilet paper and balled it up, preparing to insert them.

A face in the mirror stopped him. It was the woman.

'AH! WOAH!" He screamed. SHe smiled. Dave turned. She was still there. Dave stumbled back, falling into the tub.

"Hello David. How are you?" She asked. Her voice sounded just like it would have if she hadn't been wearing a gas mask when he first heard her.
It reminded him of the Kings of Leon frontman.

"I assume you're well, being that you are alive." She smiled. Her teeth were white as ivory, a steep contrast to her ebon skin.

He wished he knew why he was seeing these details. He didn't know why. He hadn't seen her smile, since he'd beaten her skull to pulp.

"I'm going to help you, despite all that you did." She smiled again, and came closer. Dave realised she was floating.

"It's alright David. I'll help you." She wrapped har hands around his face, and leaned in, as though for a kiss.
Instead she whispered into his ear.

Dave immediately got up. He went into his room, and took out the M4 he'd stashed.

He moved to the front door, listening intently. His family was still asleep. Dave readied the assualt rifle, one hand on the grip, the other unlocking the door.
He pushed it open. A creature stood there, arms extended. It sighted him, then stumbled forward. Dave put a round through it's eyes.

He slammed the door. It was loud enough to wake his family.

'What the hell is-" His father stopped aburptly as he saw Dave weilding the assualt rifle.

"David... David... lower the gun. Nobody has to get hurt. We're yo-"

'Shut up." He cut his father off. "We need to get moving, and fast. gather up food, water, clothes, medicine." He opened the door, and fired five shots and a few more approaching creatures.

"And that's why." He said matter-of-factly to his family as they stared in astonishment. His father got them moving.

The woman appeared to him again.

"Good job David. You'll do fine is this new world. Them... not so much." She whispered.

"Shut the hell up. You're not real. You're the figment of a recent terrible traumatic experiance, signifying a deep mental scar that will likely never heal without some professional help." I told her.

'No, David, I'm not. I'm the angel on your shoulders." She said.

Dave stopped. "Angel on Your Shoulders" was what he'd carved into the side of his gun on his rifle team. He'd forgotten about it.

"Why won't you accept that I'm real David? You accept the possibility of the living dead, do you not?" she asked.

'SHUT UP!!" he screamed. 'Your just a voice in my head."

"I think you owe me to listen, because you did kill me." She insisted.

"WHAT THEN!" He yelled.

'Good. You need to get moving. I would suggest heading to the slums, away from the hospital." He turned, cutting her off, with a burst of automatic fire.

The bullets went right through her. The walls of the house were not that thick he realized too late.

He heard things drop, and saw his family dead in the hallway.

"Oh God...." He ran to his room, grabbed the webbing he'd taken from her corpse, adn ran out. He changed the clip, and did as the Angel on His Shoulder bade.

He ran as fast as he could for the slums, weighed down as he was with the gun and ammo.

Tom watched the clown crazily attack the barricade. He foamed slightly at the mouth, and, were it not for the liberal soakings of blood, he’d have looked comical. Tom had never been afraid of clowns, but when this one fixed him with a stare, and begun to thunder towards him, Tom felt rooted with fear. He squeezed Keira’s hand as the madman approached.

"H..h...hey I NEED som...m...mthing to calm me DOWN!" the clown asked, desperation in his voice.

Tom looked at Keira. She was frightened. Damn he was gonna get in trouble for this. He unslung his bag, and rummaged for a second, before pulling a hypodermic needle from within. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and avoided eye contact with his girl friend. He handed it over, and watched with awe as the man plunged it straight into his neck, a potentially suicidal manoeuvre. The man folded up on the ground, twitched a bit, and then relaxed. He struggled back to his feet and looked at them with a slightly dazed and spaced out gaze.

Pleased to meet you" He said with a crooked smile. He looked no less insane, but Tom, with his natural aptitude for befriending the odd, smiled and shook the man’s bloody hand.

"Thank you, I don't think I could have lasted much longer... I'm Bonzo the clown"

Tom nodded. “Im Tom, this is….”
He risked a sidelong glance at Keira, who was staring with loathing.

“This is Keira, she’s a bit angry at the moment, but she’s usually lovely. Now, if ya don’t mind me pointing this out, your standing in a pair of y-fronts. Lemme help with that.”
Tom turned and rummaged back in his bag, before pulling out a pair of baggy trousers, and a Hoodie.

“Here you go, they’re large for me, so they should fit you fine.”

Bonzo quickly put them on and cackled manically. Satisfied with his handywork he turned back to Keira.

“Listen, I only brought them in case… well in case I…we needed a way out of this madness. I haven’t taken any for three weeks. I promise you that. I love you, don’t break up with me whilst the world is falling apart…”
Her gaze softened. She turned, and looked at Bonzo.

“Your pretty beaten up, Lemme clean you up”

She produced a first aid kit, and set about cleaning up the cuts and bruises. She didn’t touch the make up though. It felt like it was part of his character…

FM Ninja 048 wrote:when does day three start, cause i've go alot more I would like to post but i'm tired

Day three is still quite a way away, don't worry.

I've also created (AKA found) a map and marked on the main hospital and the army base. A direct link to the full size image.


If you want to state where you want to be I may update the map.

Consider me in the south west Industrial Areas, as it seems logical to put a slum there.

Im wherever greatunclean one is, which is near the main hospital i gather

I must be blind but I can't see the hospitals or the base

I'm currently on a main road going out of town, your choice

Yeah, I can on one picture but not on the other... I will upload it under a different name and see what happens.

The picture is broken. I can't see it.

Should be fixed now

Also what is the light blue districts the one above industrial on the list, i cant make that out looks like it says international?

I'll probably do two smaller posts tomorrow, one at silly o'clock in the morning and one after school. losing a massive wall of text and having to re write it really brings the amount of thought going into a post into perspective.

Institutional. I think it is stuff live government buildings, schools etc.

Also, write in word/notepad, then C&P into the internet

Yep it is. If you keep going North West up and out of the map my house is in the woods, that is, if you don't mind me saying so Silver. I had already stated that and started roleplaying all of that before you posted the map.

Yep, you and Darkvoid were both off the map initially, so don't worry about it. There is no way to fit everything into one map

OOC - Yea sure, by the hospital sounds good

"Thanks for that" Bonzo said to Keira, "And thank you for the trousers.... I was beginning to get a little chilly in just these. Whered'ya reckon we should head to next? This city looks like it's one whole barrel of laughs and it's OURS FOR THE TAKING! Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk, that is if I can find me some power tools......"

Bonzo proceeded to try and explain the necessity of him finding the nearest tree surgeon or gardening shop to Tom as he had an idea in mind.... one hell of an idea.

"Also, what do you think about sticking around each other? We seem to make a pretty good team" He said, indicating to the broken needle on the floor, "And I've got a feeling this isn't the last time I'll be needing a clean up, sure beats sitting in my flat getting totally bare faced drunk...."

Day 2 (11 A.M.)

Tombstone roared through the city,he had come across several skirmishes between National Gaurdsmen,who were not being choosy about there targets,he watched silently as a group of them shot down what appeared to be a bunch of blood covered drunks...or junkies,Tombstone thought.."Had to be junkies ,they didn't even try to run when the Guard started shooting".

He sped into the "Red light district",and imediatly decided that he had somehow gone crazy"...well...crazier",he laughed to himself,there...stumbling down the street he saw "Ronny the Rat".

Tombstone shook his head,.."No mother fether" he wispered " Your stone cold dead",Tombstone was honestly puzzled,he had "Taken care" of a great many people...he had never...up until this instant, seen any of them up walking around after he had done his "wet work".

He idled up to Ronny..."Hey! Fether!" he called after the lumbering man...Ronny turned.

Tombstone jerked back invulintariely "What in hell!" he said...he couldn't quite wrap his mind around what he was seeing,The Rat had to be dead,his throat was laid wide open from the slash Tombstone had administered the night before,his clothing soaked in blood...both dried and fresh,Tombstone also noted that Ronnys arm was broken..the bone jutting through the skin..." I didn't do that" Tombstone thought " I gotta be losing it".

Ronny raised his good arm and moaned,a low gutteral sound,a mixture of blood and saliva ran from Ronnys mouth as he bared his teeth in a feral snarl.

" Naw Fethnuts" Tombstone grinned " When I do somebody...they stay done." He drew one of his pistols and fired a round straight through Ronnys chest pulverizing his heart...Ronny staggered back,slumped and then continued advancing on the Biker.

" You Gotta be kidding me!" Tombstone exclaimed,he shook his head...he just blew this fethers heart out...and he was still coming,Tombstone glanced at his pistol for a second...thinking somehow he hadn't fired at all...but he knew he had...this fether just wasn't dead...

" Ok" Tombstone nodded " I've lost my mind" He laughed loudly at the thought,Ronny came closer...Tombstone lifted his pistol again,aimed and fired...Ronnys head exploded.

Tombstone reahed in his jacket and removed a small vile of "refreshment",he snorted some and returned the vial to his inner pocket,he glanced around...Ronny lay on the filthy street,his brains leaking from the huge hole in the back of his ruined skull,a bit further up the street..in the distance he swore he saw a Clown..."Nah" Tombstone thougt " Dead fethers that don't stay dead..I can handle,But I draw the line at half naked clowns".

He glanced down at Ronny the Rat,who was still seemingly dead, he spat a large gob of spit onto the corpses face, " Bet ya stay dead now Mother Fether" Tombstone smilled.

He heard another moan to his left,and snapped his head in that direction,an older man,perhaps 55 or 60 shambled towards him,this man,like Ronny,was obviously dead...but up walking around,a huge chunk of flesh was torn from the mans throat revealing his windpipe.blood covering his fatigue jacket.

"Really!?" Tombstone said cocking his head,his face appeared almost ammused,he sighted on the mans head and let a round fly,the bullet ripped the top of the mans head off,he stumbled forward another step or two and toppled to the side walk.

"Ok." Tombstone said " Time to get moving" he gunned the bike up to 60,passing the Clown and a few other people..."No!" Tombstone said shaking his head " I didn't see any clown" ,5 minutes later he pulled up in front of Strawberrys small house,sitting on the sidewalk in front of Berrys neighbore was a young boy,perhaps 7 years old, who was kissin a small hairy puppy...Tombstone parked his bike,snatched up his duffle bag and glanced back at the boy.

"Hey kid!" Tombstone yelled " You better get your dumb ass inside,all kinds of gak is happing ...none of it good."

The boy looked up at Tombstone with cold dead eyes,blood smeared his angelic face,a ragged hole torn into one of his pale cheecks.

The boy stood,Tombstone saw that what he had thought was a puppy ,was in fact a human scalp,.."He wasn't kissing it" Tombstone thought "He was eating it."
"Mother Fething hell" Tombstone said,the boy lfted himself unsteadily from his seat on the side walk and slowly began to walk towards Strawberrys gate.
" Oh no ya don't!" Tombstone said unholstering his pistol " You just lay down quietly",he fired taking the boy in the neck,the boy spun around from the impact of the bullet,looked around,seeming to forget what he had been doing,and slowly turned again to face Tombstone drooling.
Tombstone thought for a second,sighted the boys skull and squeezed the trigger,a hole instantly appeared in the boys head,his eyes rolled as he droped to his knees and then fell face first into the pavement.

Tombstone felt his head spin a bit and shook it to clear away the feeling of dizziness.

He turned and pounded on Strawberrys door.

OOC: opps wasn't quiet done.

The huge bouncer threw the door open,a 12 guage shotgun clamped in his gaint hand.

"Get the feth in here Stone" Beryy barked reaching out and pulling the biker inside,normaly the bouncer would have never risked laying a hand on Tombstone...but then this situation was hardly normal.

" Berry?" Tombstone said turning to eye the huge man " Do you know dead people are walking around out there?"..Tombstone laughed.

Stawberry stared at the Biker.. "This mother fether is insane" he thought,but decided not to tell Tombstone he thought this.

" Things are fething nuts Stone." Beryy noded " and from what I can acertain...it's gonna get much worse"

" Ok berry berry" Tombstone said " Let's try to figure our next move."

The Two men walked into Strawberrys Computer room...

Name: Kevin "K"
Age: 17

Appearance: Sort of shortish, baggy black jeans, long sleeved black and green shirt, hair is dyed blue around his right ear, but fades into green towards the top and back of his head and maintains the green in the rest of his hair but has alittle regrowth of black hair at the roots and is roughly medium long, missing his left arm from the shoulder down.

Abilities: Is a brilliant tactician, is small enough to fit into some small gaps that others might not fit in, but cannot do anything that requires both hands

Equipment: Cola drink, Hamburger, a large box of random flavoured chocolates and a king chess piece which he wears as a necklace

Background: K was conisdered by many as a child prodigy in terms of chess. It was wildly speculated that he had never lost a game, and won his first game at the age of 2. By the time he was 16, he had won over 9000 Chess Tournaments. His parents, seeing the amount of money they could make out of him, didn't try to have any others, so they could focus on him. This, combined with the amount of attention he gained stopped him from being able to relate to anyone, which caused him to be rather shy, choosing to speak in as little words as possible.

In his latest game however, this would all change. He lost, spectacularly. He couldn't figure out what went wrong. His parents seemed more distraught, as his father had gotten drunk before driving them home.

He ran a red light and went head on with a big wheeler truck. His parents were fatally wounded, and K lost his left arm, still holding the King from the last game. His birthday cake expired before he got the chance to see it.

When he first awoke, the doctor gave him the king piece, modified as a necklace, to remind him of what happened. K then pointed to where his arm used to be, and the Doctor "suddenly got a page telling him of an emergancy". But K knew he didn't receive a page...

He was set to leave on the 24th of December, or at least, thats what the doctors said at the time...

I'm not sure If we have any space left Drk_Oblitr8r, Sorry

I PM'd Silver about it yesterday, and he said it was cool, so long I caught up or explained how I came about.

Ahhh, thats cool I thought that you were just some random deciding it sounded cool.

although do you think only having a one armed character is a good idea? *tries to open round handled door while shooting zombies, OM NOM NOM NOM* jk

A lot has happened, eh?

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Patrick sat there in his car, he parked it on the side of the road, and just remembered.

Only a few years ago, when he started college, he had started watching Naruto. He remembered he watched it every week, it was an excellent show, and he really got into it.

He had thought it was getting boring around the 100th episode, so stopped watching it. He started again when it went into the "Shippuden" stage, he watched every single episode he missed, 'till he was caught up.

He was well ahead of the english version, and sufficed for the Japenese subtitled version. He had always loved the Deidera Character, a explosive artist, who threw figures made out of explosive material and remotely detonated them.

He had to say, he never thought he would be able to use it, but he felt now was a perfect time.

Patrick actually had a robe made for him resembling the Akatsuki robe wore by the Akatsuki in the anime, and thought it was pretty funny he was so obsessed with it.

Nevertheless, he wasn't in high school anymore, and did whatever the hell he wanted to.

He stepped out of the car with the robe, and put it on over his clothes. Heh, maybe not fit for running from zombies, but he looked pretty bad ass.

He also had collected many tools to somehow duplicate being able to fire long range explosives. Though he couldn't remotely detonate them, a grenade launcher certainly could suffice.

He took that out of the back seat as well, including at least 35 grenades all in a container.

He loaded the G-L, holding 8 grenades at a time. He set it, and flipped the sight up.

He started the car once again. If the world was ending, caring about whatever others thought of you was well beyond Patrick.

"I'm a genius" Patrick said to Smokey "I am Deidera"

Jewman drove down the street, and took a U-turn to get the buildings on his side of the car. He rolled the window down, and set the G-L on the window.

He fired one round into a window, obliterating that room.

He shot another at a care with a man and 3 children in it, turning it into a fireball.

He shot two at double doors to a hotel, one breaking the doors open, the other shredding several people in the lobby of the hotel.

He stopped the car.

"Such exhileration!, such power. Such....Art" Patrick said to himself, smiling.

He continued driving, seeing a house with two motorcycles in front of it.

He stopped. "Bikers?" Patrick thought "feth bikers!" Patrick said

He fired a grenade for each bike, and one more at the door of the house.

"Hahahahahah!" Patrick howled with laughter, driving off.

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OOC: Fitzz, you'll need a new bike.

OOC:Sort of, everyone else seems to be more of a solider type guy. So I figured I'd make my character a guy who didn't need to fight much. Also, I has candy

DAY 0

The Doctor walks into K's room

"Ok, just tell us who you are and we'll give you your lunch" said the Doctor, with a smile on his face

"K" replied K

"Good, good, so can you tell me your name?"

"K"

"Alright then, tell me your name!"

"K"

"Ha ha! You know I was only kidding, right K?"

K glanced at the Doctor, then at the knife that was with another patients meal, then at the doctors eye then neck, then eye again. K tilted his head.

"Haa... Well, anyway, here" The doctor says as he gives him a large Choc Chop cookie.

"..." glares K, wondering where the Hamburger he asked for was, and why the cookie had been called lunch, as it was 4pm, and more likely an afternoon treat. He non the less took the cookie, and started to eat it.

"So, you're going home tomorrow, huh. Must be great to get out of here" The Doctor said, sitting at the end of his bed.

"Surprisingly not.." K said, remembering that he would be leaving the country to stay with his grandparents and Uncle Larry, who disturbed K immensely

"Listen" the doctor says handing K a business card "if you need to talk, call me. I know what it's like to loose people to car accidents, so I have a good idea of what you're going through..."

"k..." K said, as he looked at the card.

"Hey, I know your name already, just make sure you call when you need to talk to someone"

"..." K had had enough of the K jokes the entire time he was there. Although, now that he thought of it, he could of just said Kevin instead of K.

-Never Gonna Give you up!- came a sound from the doctors pocket
-Never Gonna let you down- it continued, just as the doctor checked it

"Looks like I need to go, I'll see you around, k K?" the Doctor laughed as he left the room

"k..."

K then noticed that the doctor left all the food in his room, and that it actually wasn't his job to hand it out.

I think Golden Eyed Scout's character is supposed to be fairly young too. I think "N" is quite young as well.

Early Day 1

K awoke to a seemingly normal day at the hospital, and K wished that it was, his very questionable Uncle was coming to pick him up today. He was about to get up when the Doctor came in

"Kevin, I need to get you out of here" the Doctor said, out of breath "People here are being infected by a radical virus which has a mortality rate of at least 200%"

K got up immediately, he could tell he wasn't kidding, because it was the first time the doctor had used his real name since he arrived.

"Listen, there should be a maintanance exit on the north western side of the building. I want you to try and get to the mall, and find a gun shop, or shop that sells guns, and wait there." said the Doctor again

"Why... help?" asked K, still shocked by his complete change of character.

"I'm a doctor, and my patience safety is my #1 concern!" said the doctor full of so much pride that it comes off alittle corney "Ohh, and here take this money, you should, probibly, you know, buy some guns or something" The Doctor gives him roughly $2000 "Now get out of here!"

"k..." K said as he proceded to the maintance exit

"I know your name already, just go!" the doctor laughed as K left the room

The doctor pulled up his sleeve to reveal a massive bite on his arm, he then looked opened a locket he had around his neck and looked inside, then quickly closed it and left the room

SilverMK2 wrote:I think Golden Eyed Scout's character is supposed to be fairly young too. I think "N" is quite young as well.

Ci. 16 years old. A spry young man.

“A Hardware store you say? Huh. Well, there’s probably one down the street, but I think these crazies own that part of town….” Tom muttered, already seeing that it wasn’t going to bother Bonzo.

The clown cackled and charged down the street, Keira and Tom in tow. A zombie staggered into Bonzo’s path, and the spaced out clown went crazy, demolishing the things head with three swings of his bat. Most of the journey was relatively uneventful, the occasional zombie finding a swift fate to either the bat, or the spade. Presently, they found themselves standing in front of a DIY outlet.

The clown turned, grinned like a maniac and walked inside…

Btw, my character, as he is going clinically insane, is trying to look like this chap