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Survival RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Survival RP"This wasn't suposed to happen. I've doomed humanity. I'm sorry."
Life as you know it is gone, possibly for good. Someone messed with something they shouldn't have, now the whole world's gone to hell. A virus has wiped out most of humanity and resurrected the dead as zombies, the living surivors gained power as a side effect of the mutaion the world put them thorugh. Now the only problem is how the survivors are going to live in a world where the dead walk.
You find yourself waking up in a large house you've never seen before, the last thing you remember before lossign conciousness is being surrounded by a large horde of the living dead about to devore you. The people that live here are a band of misfits, survivors like yourself, but yet something's off though you can't seem to place it. The leader's seemingly unreasonably strict about the rules of the life you're suposed to fulfill if you're to live among them.
Can you surivive? Or will you be tossed to the undead?
Rain drumming against the roof brings everyone slowly to conciousness. A woman with dark brown hair and green eyes pokes her head in the room, upon seeing the group finaly wake she perked up. "Oh good, you're awake."
The loud screeching from someone had Semi jolting awake, hand dropping down to his knife. Screaming usually meant that the undead was near so he was prepared to hack his way through yet another hoard. Yet, when he looked around, all he could see were human bodies, the soft rise and fall of their chests labeling them as his temporary allies.
Steve had been awake. He was always awake, childish young eyes wide with fear as he tugged his good up to hide his face. He didn't remember how he got here but the new people were scary. Huddling in a corner with his knees drawn out, Steve let his costume hide the rotting decay festering in his adolescent body, simply watching
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"Oi, you guys take my backpack? Yah know...ow...my brown...
"ugh, I hate it when I hate to do that, but nobody ever says surviving is easy. Thanks mate, did you get robbed too? Odd that they didn't bother to take your pocket stuff, mine are all empty...wait a min....expect for..."
Patting himself down, Trike noticed a hard object in his pocket, finding his multi tool.
"Thank God they didn't take Jennifer. It's ok babe, we're gonna be fine." Trike whispered talking to his mulitool "I'll pay you back stranger, I don't like holding depts, just gimme a sec to rest."
Speaking of Steve, the zombie boy could feel hunger gnawing in his stomach again, a weak gurgle that made the kid gnaw of his chewed up lip. "Grains...." He whined lowly, rocking slightly on his feet.
"LOOK OUT, ITS A BITER!"
The trama from kicking Steve and his still wavy vision made him focus on not collapsing onto the ground. Stammering back, he leaned one hand on the wall and one still holding his pounding head.
Trike has yet to find his powers so he doesn't understand anything that's going on, using his trusty mulitool, Jennifer as his backup. Jennifer, now in hand, blade switched was getting ready incase the biter got back up.
Alex slowly wakes up. Like Dallas, she doesn't seem to realize that she is in a brand new place. Unlike Dallas, she doesn't say anything, or even move. She lays there with her eyes shut, trying to listen to what's going on. Tch... stupid Dallas, she can throw herself to the dogs if that's what she wishes... this is an obvious kidnapping. She rolls over "in her sleep" and opens up one eye. She glances around as much as she can, trying to figure out what's going on.
Jesse was still gagged but had calmed down at this point to narrow his eyes at the buyer. He didn't trust zombies, but this one could talk. Most only groaned and asked for brains.
"Well I'm not so sorry young lady but last time I stopped to ask a Biter if they're in the mood to eat my flesh or not, I nearly lost an ear."
Grabbing Jennifer with blade out, he drops it and slides it over to Dallas. The blade attachment glimmers in the light almost inviting itself onto Dallas.
"Hurry up and mercy that poor thing before it has a change to turn all of us into it's kind"
Trike desperately holds his head in pain
Freezing at the unexpected hug, Steve's lips quivered but remembering the words earlier said, kept his crying quiet. No one had hugged him since he became a zombie, not even the group he had been with before. Clutching onto Dallas for dear life, Steve buried his head into the crook of her shoulder and sobbed