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Death Among Us (1x1 with Koda)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Death Among Us (1x1 with Koda)Three months ago, scientists managed to create a vaccine that was able to cure any kind of sickness in the world, ranging from a simple cold, to the dreaded cancer.
Something with the vaccine went wrong, however.
The vaccine was supposed to destroy the 'bad' cells, and then grant immunity to the kind of sickness that affected the patient.
Turns out, the vaccine did more than that. After getting rid of the bad cells, it then moved on to destroy brain cells. Obviously, the results weren't pretty.
The people infected with this 'cure' began acting in a weird way. They made weird groaning sounds, walked in a strange way, and started craving flesh. Human flesh. After a while, their skin started rotting away, leaving behind a decaying, walking corpse.
These creatures went on to infect other humans, and soon enough the entire world had been swarmed by them. The people that were still alive had to find a way to survive these creatures.
Scavenging, hiding, killing... Risking their lives in the process.
This is where our story starts. Will the humans survive, or will the world be conquered by the zombies?
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So our forms will go here so we don't forget stuff.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Equipment:
Other:
My Form:
Name: Cecil Wright.
Age: Seven years old.
Appearance: Small skinny child with longish hair and brown eyes. Wears a grey hoodie, jeans, and running shoes. Carries a backpack with a bunch of things inside.
Equipment: Backpack, knife, bottles of water, empty gun.
History: A young kid that always tries to look at the bright side of things. Despite being cowardly, he tries his best to be strong and brave in this world filled with zombies. He saw his mother turn into a zombie right in front of him. He tries not to get too attached to anyone he meets, because he fears that they may turn into zombies like his mother did.
Other: Nope :'3
Koda's form:
Name: Celeste.
Age: Six years old.
Appearance: A small child that has a black night sky kind of hair color. She always keeps her hair up in a ponytail since it annoys her when it gets in her face. The youth showing in her face, she has light freckles upon her cheeks and eyes as blue as a large pond. She wears a black jacket with white stripes along the sleeves and bottom of it, dirty white jeans and black/white high-top converse. (Her mother spoiled her obviously.)
Equipment: A knife that she keeps hidden in her shoes along with a small gun that her mother gave her after the beginning of the apocalypse.
History: She was one of those kids that was hidden away from the darkness of the world, her mother fearing that the cruel facts in the world would break who Celeste really was. After the apocalypse began, her mother tried her best to keep her from all of the harm that was plaguing the world around them. Her mother would keep her hidden as she scavenged, making the young girl wait for her mother's return. The child had left her spot once her mother didn't return, just to find her mother's items along with her blood pooling around them. She had changed since then, the world forging her into an unforgiving, untrusting fighter.
Other: Nah.
So our forms will go here so we don't forget stuff.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Equipment:
Other:
My Form:
Name: Cecil Wright.
Age: Seven years old.
Appearance: Small skinny child with longish hair and brown eyes. Wears a grey hoodie, jeans, and running shoes. Carries a backpack with a bunch of things inside.
Equipment: Backpack, knife, bottles of water, empty gun.
History: A young kid that always tries to look at the bright side of things. Despite being cowardly, he tries his best to be strong and brave in this world filled with zombies. He saw his mother turn into a zombie right in front of him. He tries not to get too attached to anyone he meets, because he fears that they may turn into zombies like his mother did.
Other: Nope :'3
Koda's form:
Name: Celeste.
Age: Six years old.
Appearance: A small child that has a black night sky kind of hair color. She always keeps her hair up in a ponytail since it annoys her when it gets in her face. The youth showing in her face, she has light freckles upon her cheeks and eyes as blue as a large pond. She wears a black jacket with white stripes along the sleeves and bottom of it, dirty white jeans and black/white high-top converse. (Her mother spoiled her obviously.)
Equipment: A knife that she keeps hidden in her shoes along with a small gun that her mother gave her after the beginning of the apocalypse.
History: She was one of those kids that was hidden away from the darkness of the world, her mother fearing that the cruel facts in the world would break who Celeste really was. After the apocalypse began, her mother tried her best to keep her from all of the harm that was plaguing the world around them. Her mother would keep her hidden as she scavenged, making the young girl wait for her mother's return. The child had left her spot once her mother didn't return, just to find her mother's items along with her blood pooling around them. She had changed since then, the world forging her into an unforgiving, untrusting fighter.
Other: Nah.
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Name: Celeste.
Age: Six years old.
Appearance: A small child that has a black night sky kind of hair color. She always keeps her hair up in a ponytail since it annoyed her when it got in her face. She has light freckles upon her cheeks and eyes as blue as a large pond, the youth was something that had shone with her face. She wears a black jacket with white stripes along the sleeves and bottom of it, dirty white jeans and black/white high-top converse. (Her mother spoiled her obviously.)
Equipment: A knife that she keeps hidden in her shoes along with a small gun that her mother gave her after the beginning of the apocalypse.
History: She was one of those kids that was hidden away from the darkness of the world, her mother fearing that the cruel facts in the world would break who Celeste really was. After the apocalypse began, her mother tried her best to keep her from all of the harm that was plaguing the world around them. Her mother would keep her hidden as she scavenged, making the young girl wait for her mother's return. The child had left her spot once her mother didn't return, just to find her mother's items along with her blood pooling around them. She had changed since then, the world forging her into an unforgiving, untrusting fighter.
Other: Nah.
Age: Six years old.
Appearance: A small child that has a black night sky kind of hair color. She always keeps her hair up in a ponytail since it annoyed her when it got in her face. She has light freckles upon her cheeks and eyes as blue as a large pond, the youth was something that had shone with her face. She wears a black jacket with white stripes along the sleeves and bottom of it, dirty white jeans and black/white high-top converse. (Her mother spoiled her obviously.)
Equipment: A knife that she keeps hidden in her shoes along with a small gun that her mother gave her after the beginning of the apocalypse.
History: She was one of those kids that was hidden away from the darkness of the world, her mother fearing that the cruel facts in the world would break who Celeste really was. After the apocalypse began, her mother tried her best to keep her from all of the harm that was plaguing the world around them. Her mother would keep her hidden as she scavenged, making the young girl wait for her mother's return. The child had left her spot once her mother didn't return, just to find her mother's items along with her blood pooling around them. She had changed since then, the world forging her into an unforgiving, untrusting fighter.
Other: Nah.
I walked through the desolated streets of the city, with my knife in my hand. I was nervous, since this was the first time I had to scavenge by myself. I was thinking of breaking into a store to see if I could find some food. O-Okay, Cecil... Stay calm..., I thought. Everything is gonna be okay... You won't run into any dangerous people... You're gonna make it back home safe and sound. I kept looking behind me every few minutes to make sure I wasn't being followed. I decided to hum a little to try and keep calm.