Stanley Flood
Time and Date: January 6th, 2008, 8:37 AM
Weather: Sunny

I saw chaos everywhere in the mall, and then i saw this guy squirming around on the ground, then a pack of people jumped onto him, ripping out his body parts.

I knew they weren't human. I looked right, and saw some strange activity. I looked closer, walking past the chaos, and then, i saw hell itself.

A person was ripping out this guy's brains, and i felt like puking. Then, as i turned around, this person jumped onto me, and his teeth smashed against my hand, as i threw it away.

Then, he was trying to bite me, and my hands werent doing much. I remembered the glass behind me, and smashed it. I injured my hand badly, but luckily i wasnt hurt anywhere else. That... Thing on the other hand had shards of glass in its head, and appeared to be dead. Then i noticed a bite mark that digged deeply into the flesh of this... thing.

Then, my friend, Jack, started running down the escalator with a machine-gun in his hands, firing away.

"Jack, is that you?" I screamed out. I only heard a faint reply, then he fell over. I pushed through the waves of people, until it got dangerous. I got a quick idea, as one rached for my neck, I hit his hand hard, and did a low kick to his ankles.

He fell over, and I picked up his feet, swinging around as the other people fell over. I ran over to Jack, to assist him, to see that he was'nt bitten.

I picked him up, and quickly ran through the path i cleared, out the mall. I closed the doors, and told everyone not to go out there. But then, I felt like a strong force had me paralyzed. They all just stared at me, then shambled towards me.

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Well, i put that above every time i finished a part. First attempt at this.

This post has been edited by Zombie Assassin on October 10, 2007 01:38 am

Not bad.


Sorry, but you can't change the weather currently... you're like, way behind our time. So, catch up with our time and you may change it, but make good decisions please.

one of us should have had mod powers... so we could correct the faults of other rpers

...Umm, i didn't know. By the way, isit started me. Not like that!
He started my character. And what do you mean?

ZA, Im not exactly a good story-writer myself unless I really put myself to it like my Naruto story I wrote... 43 chapters around 600 pages...



anyways


That part was kind of vague, so try to add a little more detail please

Stanley Flood
Time and Date: January 6th, 2008, 8:45 AM
Weather: Sunny

I did'nt realize who they were, but i knew they were one of them. However, their slow speed was an advantage, so i just walked around them.

I met a whole lot more of those things, and decided that they all had a date with my fist.

Then, I was striked in the back of the head, and losing my ability to see and hear. I heard gunfire, barely, then i just fell asleep.

I could'nt remember much of what happened anymore, so i forgot that those people were infected with something... inhuman.


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First, this doesn't mean Jack is dead. Second, you should expect him to be walking past everyone saying hi.

Time to step in to this joint.

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Nietzscht

From far off, there was a distant moaning. It soon followed with a rumble, then by four tyres slamming down on sandy gravel. Nietzscht and ten other soldiers got out of a jeep. Andy was with them, bearing his arms from the back.
Two soldiers inspected a body. Nietzscht snapped dog tags from the body's necki and read it.
"Stanley Flood."
Andy stepped forward and turned the back of the body's head over. It was coated in blood.
"Abacus?" Nietzschte asked.
"Let's find out..." Andy took out a vial of what appeared to be green liquid. He tipped it in to Stanley's wound gently, trying not to overdose him.
Nietzscht spoke in german to one of his soldiers. The soldier responded in german and Andy looked up at the two.
"This man shouldn't be out this far in the outskirts," the soldier spoke, in a strong german accent.
"No..." Andy spoke. "He was dragged here. Meaning that there must be some crazed man somewhere out here, we just don't know where."
A track leading back in to the main stream of the city was scored in blood. At the other end of the road were soldiers, and a lot of them.
Each of them wearing "Solid" gear.
Dark ops.
"Scheisse..." Nietzscht kicked the ground slightly.
"I can get us there," the Soldier spoke to Andy. "Six football pitches. We should be fine."
"Well what are we waiting for?"
The soldiers dragged Stanley in to the jeep. Andy got in to the back and kept his eye on the corpse. The driver started the jeep and began driving through an alternative route.

OBJECTIVES:
Primary: Track down Flood's killer; Assist Andy Syria.
Secondary: Learn english...

Well I'm wantin' to WRITE DARNBIT


Rufus Stockton
*date, time and weather will be posted*


"Damn, Dark Ops jeeps, Dark Ops soldiers... that place is heavily guarded!!!", said Migell.

Kuzuke boosted him up to where we were hiding. We're behind a Bank, all ravaged and burned. The fire's settled down, though.

"So, how will we approach this?" asked Bryan.
"I don't know... I say we rush at em!! Rush at them dammit!" answered Migell.
"No, you fool..." interrupted Kuzuke. "That'll get us killed. We have to be a bit more tactical than that..."

Then a loud explosion stopped our discussion.
"Damn.... Dark Ops are blown to bits now." reported Migell.
The Dark Ops were neutralized by a very strong bomb, clearing the way for us. Two men then came out of the newly destroyed building.

"Who are those...." asked Migell, squinting a bit.

"Hmm, they look like some special forces."

We didn't want to get too close, for it might be trouble. Instead we went to the helicopter parked on the building's top, which appears to be untouched.

OBJECTIVES:
Primary: Find and make the Helicopter work.
Secondary: Search for any survivors and get them to the nearest safe place.

I completely forget what I last wrote...

sorry about joining so late, but this was just too good to pass up

Character Sheet

Profile:
- Name- Neal Ovdensson
- Age- 22
- Gender- male
- Occupation- Postal Worker

- Nationality- Norwegian
- Bio- borm in Hammerfest but immagrated with his parents

Body:
- Facial Appearance- thin face, blue eyes
- Hair- black
- Skin- white, pale
- Height- 6' 0"
- Weight- 184 lb

Weapons and Equipment:
- Primary- M195 sniper rifle
- Secondary- mac 10
- Melee- sledgehammer
- Explosives- claymores (5)
- Armour- none
- Clothing black Trenchcoat, black t-shirt, faded camo pants
- Equipment- wirecutters, field knife, flares

Sir, I think you're our savior

It matters not if you posted late! I'll add you in.

I'm sorry but let me have some time, I gotta get my fiction-self back up.

Glad to help

Alright, I think I'm ready....

Just before you are to join, read these rules. We go by a few.

RULES

1.) While writing, don't exaggerate.... try to be realistic.(I'll tell you when you're exaggerating )

2.) Don't powerplay other role-playing characters. Only the other characters you create.

3.) Be creative and enjoy!


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Neal Ovdensson
Time and Date: January 6th, 2008, 12:20 PM
Weather: Sunny

He thought it was going to be an average day, when people lived their normal lives. He never expected what today would bring.

"Good afternoon everyone, this is Tom Feller reporting for today's Death Watch. 40% of Heaven's Gate had been infected by the Virus, and it is still unknown as to what caused this to break out. Military aid will come very shortly, and this infection will be contained. Please keep indoors, boarding any openings closed and keeping away from danger. This is Tom Feller, and we'll be back in 10 minutes."

Neal looked out the window, seeing that the infection had started in his area.

He carefully opened the door, his sledge hammer ready in hand. He quickly slammed his hammer to the nearest zombie, and then to another. The zombies' heads splattered like a water balloon being thrown into a wall. Neal avoided getting messy, however.

He felt a small tremor while he hammered the zombies into their deaths.

He found relief when he saw a few people with guns in hand, wearing dark uniform and gasmasks.
"They must be part of the military," Neal thought.

He spectated them a bit. Not only did they shoot the undead, but they also shot those who are innocent and are trying to make a break for it. They slowly caused panic among the people.
Neal did not understand... why did they shoot not only zombies, but people too?


Will he join these murderers and find out more about them, or will he label them as an enemy like the zombies and assault them?


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I've given you a choice... I think there's an obvious answer.

Enjoy yourself, neal.

This post has been edited by iliketoblowzombieheadsoff on January 09, 2008 03:19 am

Sure thing.