This RP doesn't have an actual storyline, although plot points will come up many times. The main objective of the game is to survive in a zombie-infested city for 30 days, after which help arrives. The point of the game is to complete as many missions (including escorts, hideout maintenance, and search and destroy) as possible before your help arrives to pick you up on April 2. The game will start at 9:13 AM, and in order to make the time go faster, at least 10 posts after my last one that told the time, 5 minutes will have passed. All other information can be found in the discussion topic.

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Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Starting weapon: (be reasonable)
Occupation: (optional)
Skills: (optional)
Bio: (optional)

Everything related to the RP will be listed in the discussion topic, so be sure to check back there from time to time.

I still don't get it. Do I just post my actions now?

Name: Uhh........ I dunno...... Kyle.
Age: 22
Starting weapon: small pocket knife
Occupation: Freelance tech engineer
Skills: Very intelligent. Skilled in robotics, construction, and other forms of technology.
Bio: As stated before, he is very intelligent, and he's always had a knack for thinking quickly. However, this can lead to many mistakes and rash decisions. He had very bad relationships with his parents before the zombie invasion, so he tends to argue alot. He's a very nice person, though, and often goes out of his way to help people with even the smallest things. He was simply Walking out of his apartment when the zombies attacked, so he only has a small pocket knife (that he carries for self defense) with him.

Name: Monica Dios
Age: 19
Starting weapon: Knife
Occupation: Student

Not much, but hey, I've just started. I'll get better later..

OOC: I'll start. I need to go soon, but yeah.
By the way, post your character's bios in the topic named Unnamed RP. There's a link at the top of here.
IC:
"Its too dark..." came a whisper. The sound only made Gram cower in his corner. He would look at the location of the sound, but he couldn't.
"Turn on the light..." it stated, in the voice of Gram's friend. Or, to be correct, his recently killed friend.
"Please... please..." it echoed. In Gram's head. The same scratchy voice. Gram wanted to weep, but knew he shouldn't... not with the unexpected party of zombies by him.
Two... maybe three... he thought. Three zombies, just there. The sheets he was wrapped up in where hiding his smell, and his position.
Gram, trapped in his friend's secret hideout, didn't spend this much time thinking and fearing. Until the zombies came in. And killed his friend. Now, stuck behind a bed, with about three zombies leaning above him, trying to smell him, and armed only with a couple of Molotov Coctails, and a small kitchen knife, he knew that his chances of getting out alive were slim. He couldn't throw the makeshift grenade, he needed fire, and even then, the small space of the hideout would spread the explosion to him, killing both of them. He began thinking of how he would use his knife when the blanket covering him moved.

OOC: Thanks for taking care of that Conquest. Kitten, I'll accept your character. I'll also accept your character Blades. Even though I'm not entirely impressed, I'll still give you a chance. I'll start playing soon enough.

OOC: alright, I start where I want to, right?

OOC: I'll shall continue! (Cause no one is posting yet.)
@Blades&Feathers: Yeah. Like, a hideout, a park, anywhere except the mall.
IC:
"AHH-YAH!" screamed Gram. He looked up to see a zombie staring at him. Gram immediately slashed at the legs of the zombie, then clambered onto the bed, not looking at the zombie to see whether or not it was wounded, and ran away, clutching a knife in his right hand and three Molotov Coctails stuffed in his pockets, along with one in his hand. Running towards the ladder from the hideout, he was faced with yet another zombie, just climbing from the ladder. On the metal ladder, Gram saw a small, flickering orange glow. Fire? He thought. He turned around for a second to see the rest of the hideout only to see a zombie limping from the library, and two from the bedroom, along with a slowly rising shadow within the bedroom. Gram looked in horror to see that the zombie from the library emerged with a bloody leg in its mouth.
"No... NO!" Gram shouted. There were too many zombies. His goal now was to get up the ladder. He turned around, only to face the zombie that was going down. Without so much of a move on his face, the zombie reached out to Gram.

OOC: How would fighting a zombie work in the first place? Do we do our own thing or will you post their actions, or what? If we do our own thing, its like an auto-hit/auto-move, but thats more easier to manage.

Ooc: I'll wait till he posts before I begin.

OOC: I determine the zombie's actions, and the outcome of your actions, at least when it comes to fighting, or talking to an NPC. Other actions, like talking to another player, is entirely up to you and the other player. Blades, yes you do start where you want. And I've added my own character, the profile is in the discussion topic.

IC:

Jamie walks into a bedroom in his hideout, a warehouse. The two other survivors, Victor Polley and Sarah Warren, were listening for any survivors that may need help.

"Any luck yet?" Jamie said with interest.

Victor, tired, replied "Not yet.", yawning.

Kyle heard a loud roar behind him. He turned, startled, on his heels, and saw four people running towards him. They had a sort of strange hop in there gait, which made Kyle curious. Suddenly, one of them made the same strange screaming sound from before. Kyle was shocked and confused, and he turned and almost ran away, until he noticed that there was an old lady and a young boy hiding in the archway in front of the apartment building.
"I can't leave them!" he thought.
He suddenly remembered the small weapon in his pocket. He waited until one of the creatures drew near, and attempted to swing the blade. If it connected, the monster would hopefully lose a limb.

OOC: I'm having a hard time choosing where to start, can I start off with one of you guys?

OOC: Normally I'd be determining whether or not there was a survivor around or not, but whatever. Blades, you can start off in the warehouse, but if you want to start off near Kyle, that's up to Kitten.

Kyle's blade is caught in a zombie's chest, while the other three head towards the other two survivors.

IC:

"Notify me on the transceiver if you find anything, I'm gonna go search for supplies." Jamie said, walking out of the room. He headed down the stairs and stopped near the entrance. Looking through one of the warehouse's cracked windows, he noticed at least five zombies in not too far from the entrance. He reached for his hunting knife, and slowly opened the doors.

Ooc: that's fine with me.

Kyle looked at the creature with mixed shock and horror.
"No way! That should've killed it!" He yelped, as he suddenly realised that the creature must already be dead.
He tried yanking out the knife, but to no avail; it was still stuck in the zombie's chest.
Kyle managed a quick glance to the side, and saw the other zombies running to the two survivors.
"Oh, crap, what am I gonna do?" he thought, as he pulled harder on the knife.

OOC: OK then.

Monica yelled as she ran out of her apartment, nearly tripping as she did so. "What the...what's going on?" She thought to herself, quickly shutting the door behind her.
"What's your freaking problem?!" She yelled, kicking at the door. Monica turned and started walking away when she heard a loud bang, the door had been tackled. "What? Are you too drunk to even open your door?!" Again, the door was hit, this time followed by a moan "...I'm leaving, this is over, you got it?"

OOC: <_< Uh, forgive me if it doesn't make sense or w/e. But, she thinks he's drunk, but he's not...he's infected. It's stupid, sue me. I tried D: oh and 'HE' is her boyfriend.