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On the Record  Posts: 6774 Joined: 26 Jun 2008    | yeah, same here X3, but MasterSqueak's isnt till tomorrow, and Ciarang is going to bed now I will post the update in a min though =D so you can make an opener if you like =] |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2300 Joined: 11 Mar 2009 |
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On the Record Posts: 6774 Joined: 26 Jun 2008 |
I am the guide that will help you through this ordeal. Some may call me a God. Some may call me a guiding spirit. Some may doubt my existence. But all will take my help whenever they can.
Of course you will remember the choices I gave you. 1. Try and survive inside the city, and hope that help will arrive to save you eventually. 2. Find the President's Daughter, and hope they rescue you along with her. 3. Find a way underground and escape through the sewers. 4. ????? Being a kind entity, I will give you some words of advice for each one.
From now on all Out Of Character posts must be in spoilers! (Please now post your opening post for your character, and carry on from there) =] Current Time: 1:20pm On your marks. Get set. GO!TBEO Okay Ciarang, hope you can catch up, i wont go further than the first update, all you have to do is follow the time of day at the end of it =] |
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On the Record Posts: 6774 Joined: 26 Jun 2008 |
thank you very much! =D now im waiting for Ciarang to finish, and all your openers good luck guys! |
Muckraker  Posts: 243 Joined: 15 Mar 2009    | James ran as fast as he could from the horror he had encountered at the barricade. He ran all the way to the plaza, where he started to plan his survival. He looked ahead and saw an many mutated people stumbling toward him. He doubled back in fright and started running towards the sewer entrance, repeating his cry just in case anyone might have ears for it. |
Pulitzer Laureate Posts: 790 Joined: 11 Jun 2009 | Dean's rabbit pulled up to his two story house in the quite suburbs just outside of the city limits. He looked in his rearview mirror as he parked his car. Damn, i should have washed the dazzel paint off, his CD cut off as he slid his keys out of the ignition and stepped into the blazing sun. He walked to the back of his car and pulled out his Pack, swinging it over one shoulder and started walking up his drive way. I'm going to need to get more gas tomorrow he pondered as he slipped his keys into his pocket and swung open his door. "Hello?" He called into the eerily quite house, "Alice? Tank?" He looked around for his dogs. This was odd, usually his two bull dogs came running to the door when he got home. He swung his pack off and was about to undo his boots when he saw that some one left the T.V. on. "A zombie movie?" He thought as he watched the shaky camera pan over a rioting crowd, blood spattered faces stumbling about, "I haven't seen this one before . . ." Then he saw something. It was his mom, she was screaming and running towards the camera "Wow, she looks an awful lot like. . ." A zombie pounced on the familiar woman and dragged her down. It was her scream that snapped Dean out of it. The name she cried "Devin!" and her screaming voice was cut off. Shit! what's going on? He ran up stairs and grabbed his tomahawk and trench knife, slipping their sheaths onto his belt, he sprinted back down the stairs and swung his pack back over his shoulder. "Where ever the hell you are Devin, i'm coming to get you!" He pulled his phone out and tried a few times to unsuccessfully call his dad, brother, and little Sister Devin. He slipped behind the front seat of his Rabbit, threw the keys in, and watched as the gas needle hit red. He gunned the car down the road and made about two miles into the city before his tank ran empty and his car died. He threw open the door, swung on his pack, and started to run down the street to the center of town where he knew the riot was being taped. |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2073 Joined: 28 Jun 2009 | Returning to his dorm room after having lunch at the on-campus Chinese restaurant, Tyler flipped on the TV as he began changing into his lounging clothes. From his bedroom, he couldn't hear the news report too well, but he heard screaming over it, which caught his interest. "The hell? That better have been on the TV," he muttered as he walked out. Glancing at the headline under the reporter, he saw RIOTING: ZOMBIES? Moving to get a better look, he jumped back into a fighter stance when someone attacked the reporter. Sighing, he walked back to his room. "Right after I took my pants off, too." Peeking out to see that the "rioters" were moving slowly, he sighed in relief as he put on a pair of blue carpenter jeans, black nylon belt, white t-shirt, light blue button-up shirt, and black New Balance tennis shoes. Knowing he'd be hitting a good number of people with his hands, he donned white hand wraps and rolled his sleeves up to just below his elbows. "MacManus brothers, you guys are awesome." He put his 50ft length of black rope over his shoulder. "Alright, Doctor Freeman, make me proud." With that, he picked up his handy crowbar, ready to be used as a tool or weapon. He went to the fridge and packed a small backpack with bottled water, leftover Chinese, a fork, and two of his roommate's bottles of tequila. He then grabbed his two Zippo lighters, a pack of cigarettes, and his can of Axe bodyspray, Phoenix scented. Exiting his dorm room, he saw several other students running through the halls. Picking a particularly cute girl, he grabbed her, kissed her for a few seconds, and walked towards the stairs to the ground floor. I may die today, so I'll be damned if I didn't get one last kiss first. |
Gone Gonzo  Posts: 2104 Joined: 8 Apr 2009  | Randolf stared in shock at the strange creatures, he ran up to the nearest news team and shouted at them for answers. "What the hell is going on here? Who are these people?" He quickly ducked down a small, damp alley with Randolf following. "Now, we don't know what those... things are, but they're attacking anyone they see, they don't seem to think. Jesus, it's almost as if they're, well, zombies." Just then several of the lurching monstrosities clustered round the front of the alley. "Quick, Run!" The reporter yelled. Randolf, needed no further encouragement and sprinted down the alley into the next street. |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2580 Joined: 10 May 2009 | Eric hummed to himself as he fried up an egg, unaware of the chaos about to unfold. He had his game of Left 4 Dead paused on his dorms small TV set, as he made breakfast. He heard someone stumbling around in the hall, it sounded like they kept bumping into the walls. Probably someone with a hangover. A moan. He paused from scooting the egg around on the pan. That moan had sounded odd, not like someone with a hangover or someone...um...doing things. He looked up to make sure his game was still paused. It was. The door splintered, and a bloodsoaked arm thrusted through the hole. Eric screamed, as the thing smashed through what was left of the door. As it turned and shambled towards him, he realized what it was. No, no, no! They don't exist! Zombies aren't real! He backed up, but bumped into the fridge behind him. The zombie was coming closer. Eric gripped his frying pan. Okay Eric, you've seen the Left 4 Dead 2 trailer, whack that zombie good! It's getting close! AHHH! He swung the pan, smacking the zombie in the face, causing it to turn and stumble away. He noticed it was now near the stove. "Raaaaah!" Eric shouted, lunging forward and slamming the pan into the zombies spine, knocking it over. Its face landed on the stove, and started burning. Eric turned the temperature up as far as he could without it exploding, and he smashed the pan into the zombies head over and over. About five hits later, the zombies skull gave, and its head was utterly crushed, throwing blood all over Eric. Eugh! He stepped back, and threw up, the stench of burnt flesh and blood overwhelming him. Once he was done, he tried to think about what to do next. Okay, I need to pack some supplies, and get the hell out of here! He grabbed his backpack, dumped out all the textbooks and school stuff, and walked over to the pantry. He first grabbed canned foods, then snacks, and water and other drinks. He also grabbed the spare frying pan, in case he needed to cook. The other one was too bloody from his encounter. Feeling he was ready, he went to leave, but stopped. He went to the bed, and picked up a book lying on it. The books title was clearly displayed on the cover. The Zombie Survival Guide He put in in his backpack, and returned to the door. Bloody frying pan at the ready, he cautiosly made his way out into the hall. |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2300 Joined: 11 Mar 2009 | Robert loved ham and cheese. Especially ham and cheese sandwiches. It was early afternoon still as Robert chewed slowly on his cheese sandwich, sitting on a plush red sofa with his elbows rested on his knees, leaning forward to let the crumbs fall to the white floor. He took another bite, ran his hand through his hair, and let his light eyes drift toward the open door. Outside of the employee lounge where he sat enjoying a late lunch, a young woman dressed smartly with a pair of stylish glasses stood leaning on a white table, her eyes trained on a large Mac monitor. She seemed confused as odd images flashed across the frozen screen, which was black with a green logo no one could place. Robert studied her for a long moment, before finishing his sandwich and standing, brushing a few crumbs from his neat white shirt. This is it, Rob. You owe it to yourself. Eliza isn't going to wait forever. Setting his phasers on 'determined', Robert walked smartly onto the Apple main store floor, rolled his sleeves up the the elbows, and- -and promptly turned to the right, steering away from the attractive employee and towards the counters of Macbooks as a much taller and more fit employee wandered her way. "Here- you need help with that?" asked Mark, the very attractive and, as far as Robert thought, fairly rude prize of the shop. Figures. He would have his eyes set on Eliza, too; he'd already had sex with every other female employee in the store. They began to talk, Rob focusing on one Macbook, running a routine cleanout of cookies and browsing history. He nearly rolled his eyes at the sight of the list. Facebook, Facebook, Google images: Johnny Depp, Twitter. Typical. Curious, Rob glanced over his shoulder and perked an ear. "..be like this. Hang on.. What did you do?" Eliza folded her arms across her chest crossly. "Do? I didn't do anything. Maybe some computer junkie hacked it. It might spread to the other computers. We should call the manager." Mark's brow furrowed, and his large hand clicked harder on the mouse. "No, no.. I can fix it.." "I'm sure you can." Eliza glared at the back of his head, causing Rob to snort slightly. The two both looked in his direction. The first to speak was Mark. "Got something to say?" Robert cleared his throat, glanced at Eliza, then shrugged. "Nope. No, looks like you're doing just fine." The hacked computers' monitor hadn't improved in the slightest. Mark didn't seem to catch the sarcasm, but frowned. "Where's that accent from? Ireland?" "Britain. I know, geography is pretty difficult. Almost failed it myself. Fifth year, tricky year. That's when they start adding multiplication to maths." Eliza smirked from behind Mark, whose expression hadn't changed. In fact, he didn't seem to notice the comment at all. "Well.. Why don't you go back to writing poetry, Mike." Mark turned his attention back to the Mac. "Robert." "'Kay." Clearly not the object of interest anymore, Robert shot Eliza a humoured look, and returned his attention to his computer quickly, as to not attract the need for help from any customer that slowly walked about the room and up the spiraling glass stairs. A moment later, the sound of echoing heels grew louder his way. "Don't be so hard on Mark. I don't think he made it past fourth grade." Eliza leaned casually on the counter beside Robert, sliding her glasses to the top of her head. Rob smiled, seeming tired, and pushed the mouse away, having finished the cleaning. He leaned on the counter beside Eliza, watching Mark click dimly away. After a moment, she asked, "How long have you been here, anyway?" "About... four years? Three? I can't remember. You know, I just... Love cookies." Robert grinned, jabbing a thumb toward the Macbook now left empty. Eliza smiled. "More than writing?" Robert blinked, a little confused. "'Jared knew the clock was ticking- ticking away with each deep scratch the beast left on the doors that barred away his death...'" Robert groaned. "Where did you get that?" Eliza, seeming delighted, told him, "You left your e-mail logged in on the employee's computer. Writing and mailing the chapters to yourself on break? Seems a bit... obsessive, doesn't it?" "Devoted," Rob replied cheekily. "But not obsessive." "Call it what you want, English boy! Either way, I thought it was nice. Nothing like a good thriller to keep one up at night. Speaking of which... I've noticed lately... Are you alright?" Rob waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah. Naw, just a sleep disorder I've been working on for a few... good... years..." "...Rob? What is it?" She followed his gaze, staring through the large glass windows of the Apple stores' front. An elderly woman, covered in ripped and blood-stained clothes staggered down the empty street at a crawls' pace. Before Eliza could respond, Robert lunged for the doors, out into the street, and slid to his knees as the woman fell before she could be caught. "Ma'am? Ma'am! Are you alright?" Robert lay a hand on her shoulder as she rolled onto her side. Her eyes, grey and barren, stared lifelessly at nothingness. "Ma'am!" He shook her again, a little more roughly. He was lucky for his swift reflexes, as the elderly woman suddenly twitched violently, and leaned upwards to bite his arm. He pulled back, falling on his behind, and crawled a few steps back. At that moment, Eliza burst through the doors on her cell-phone, calling for an ambulance. But a loud groan made them both turn to look down the street. More of them, like the woman, diseased and lifeless, moved down the street towards them at all paces. Limping, dragging, crawling... All manners of these contorted people moved forward, propelled by god knows what. Before he could gather his wits at this odd scene, more people- healthy, regular people- began to burst from shop entrances and over restaraunt gates, running in the opposite direction from these... Things. Standing, Rob looked around. Eliza was gone among the crowd. The old woman was slowly rising to her feet, a hungry look in her eyes. Suddenly feeling strength in his legs again, Rob turned and ran with the crowd towards nothing. People, everywhere, screaming, crying, yelling... Heading in every direction... Looking for somewhere to go, his eyes fell onto a sewer entrance and a man shouting. With no place else to go, Robert ran to the sewers, grabbing a shovel from a nearby sidewalk construction site as he ran. |
On the Record Posts: 6774 Joined: 26 Jun 2008 | all fantastic so far guys! =D im so proud also Jed, loving the kiss ;) I forgot to mention:
Edit: ok, after re-reading them, I can't PM everyone so... Please don't go into the sewers straight away! I'd prefer you to get into small groups, if you attempt to get in the sewer now, something bad will happen! >=[ |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2104 Joined: 8 Apr 2009 | Randolf as he sprints through the alley notices an old Kitchen knife sticking out from a pile of rubbish, not thinking twice he snatches it up, then in doing so, sees an envelope lying on the floor, taking it he stashes it in his pocket and heads out into the street. The dessicated figures of the infected almost over-whelm him, frightened and confused he dashes into the relative safety of a nearby doorway. Inside he finds nothing but old furniture and several sinister bloodstains on the window-sill. He barricades the door and heads upstairs. Upon finding a convenient room, he settles down to examine the contests of the envelope. |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2300 Joined: 11 Mar 2009 |
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On the Record Posts: 6774 Joined: 26 Jun 2008 |
you can both meet =D but im warnin' ya, dont go near that entrance! |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2073 Joined: 28 Jun 2009 | Walking down the stairs, Tyler suddenly felt someone tackle him from behind. Reacting out of instinct, he grabbed their shoulders and began throwing them down in front of him. Seeing it was that girl he had kissed, he quickly adjusted his arms to slam her into him, knocking him down backwards on the stairs. "What the hell are you doing?" he shouted over the noise. She broke free and turned to face him. She had medium-length brunette hair and deep blue eyes that he immediately fell in love with. "Hey, if you have the balls to just kiss me like that, I think I can trust you more than any of these crazy people running around," the girl answered. "Can I please come with you?" "On the condition that if we survive, you're having my children," he joked. Not wasting any time, she quickly planted a kiss on his lips. "Deal. Now let's get going!" She got up and moved out of the way of the screaming, running college kids nearby. Either I'm in some kind of movie, he thought as he stood up, or I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Grabbing her right hand with his left, he pulled the crowbar out of his belt and ran for the bike rack nearby. |
On the Record Posts: 6774 Joined: 26 Jun 2008 | *UPDATE*
Shadedblade / Aqualung: You run towards a manhole, and see someone else had the same idea, but before you get the chance to speak, there is a loud beeping noise, you both see a truck heading towards you, the driver is slumped over the wheel. Options: Cargando: You hear loud thumping and groans on the door downstairs. Everyone else: Continue writing your own. it's morning here now, so im going out for the day, will keep checking back, and will update again when i hear from Monkfish or Ciarang Current Time: 1:30pm |
Gone Gonzo  Posts: 2810 Joined: 7 May 2008     | Tracy stood over the copier, his sleeves rolled up and the front of his shirt stained with ink. His tie lay abandoned, draped over a cubicle wall just outside the door. He was suffocating enough as it was without that thing choking him to death. Of course it isn't. Tracy thought to himself. No, who the fuck wants to print a boring old memo when you can print a pretty field full of flowers instead? Muttering a curse under his breath, he took a step back and clutched the back of his head with interlocked hands before delivering a swift kick to the bottom of it's plastic frame. Causing it to promptly crash. Again. "Oh, come on!" Swearing profusely, he began to press buttons at random in the hopes that one of them would provoke a reaction. No such luck. He would have to wait fifteen to thirty minutes for lunch break to pass so he could get the tech guy to fix it. No way was he calling the repair guy again. The last thing he needed was some smug asshole looking down on him because he broke that raging piece of shit twice. "She's the one that bit me!", the man cried, tears rolling down his face. "She's the one! She's the reason why I..." Suddenly, the man's eyes widened and he fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. Howling in pain, he began to vomit blood and faeces everywhere. The smell was unbearable. Tracy had to work to stop himself from vomiting too. "Uh, look, I'm, uh, gonna go find a phone and call an ambulance or something, okay? Just, uh, sit tight right here, and, uh..." Suddenly Tracy was cut off as the man stretched open his mouth and pulled his leg towards it. Yelping in horror and disbelief, he flailed out his leg and kicked the man in the face, forcing him to loosen his grip so Tracy could escape past him. "D-don't come any closer! I'm not afraid to use this! Stay..." He was interupted as the man suddenly lurched towards him. Bracing himself, he raised the pole as high as he could and then swung it down as if to cleave the man's head. "Wha... what the fuck is this?" Raising his pole again, he charged the two and swung in the hopes that he'd knock down both of them. Thankfully, he did, and so he hopped over them and ran out onto the street as quickly as he could. "What the fuck is going on here?!" *** EDIT: |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2580 Joined: 10 May 2009 | Eric entered the main campus building, dodging screaming people. He noticed two people, a big muscular guy with a rope and a crowbar, and a girl, who seemed calm. He waved at them with his free hand as he approached. "Hey! I'm assuming you're planning on getting out of here? If so, I should come with you." He stopped a few feet away from them. "The name's Eric, by the way." |
On the Record Posts: 6774 Joined: 26 Jun 2008 |
that was freaking awesome XD well done! now carry on! jk jk, you deserve a break ^-^
are you talking to Jedoro? you need to describe the people you're seeing, or the building you're in XD |
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On the Record Posts: 6774 Joined: 26 Jun 2008 | yeah, but I don't know if you guys go to the same college or not do I? :P But ok, wait for Jed's response then :P edit: to post below: thank you ^-^ |
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Gone Gonzo Posts: 2104 Joined: 8 Apr 2009 | Randolf heard the fists and arms of the zombies beating on his makeshift barricade downstairs. He sat up, tucked the envelope into his pocket again. He hastily searched the upstairs for what he was looking for, there! A trapdoor in the ceiling! He quickly pulled down it's ladder, just as he was doing so, he heard a crash from below and footsteps on the stairs. He clambered up and hoisted the ladder back up just as the once-people appeared in his line of sight. He slammed the door. It was pitch black. He felt his way to the sloping, claustrophobic walls and pulled out his knife. Cutting throught the waterproof lining he pushed off the roof tiles, and struggled out onto the roof. Now what? "HELP!" It was all he could do. |
Pulitzer Laureate Posts: 790 Joined: 11 Jun 2009 | Before getting to far on foot, an ambling zombie walked in Dean's path. Its blood splattered clothes and face gave the ripped and torn skin a demonic appearance. This was truly a creature to fear, but Dean didn't have time to fear. Every second took him farther and farther away from his sister, for all he knew she could be gone already. Running at a dead sprint Dean charged the Zombie, who had a facial expression like a rather confused stoner. Planting his left foot and shifting his weight, using all his weight and momentum Dean threw a super man punch that landed cleanly on the zombies nose, toppling the undead beast and and sending a spray of coagulated blood all over her blond hair and fashionable dress. never thought i'd have to Falcon punch a woman. . . Dean thought as he continued on his dead sprint towards town center. He didn't even bother to check if the zombie was dead. . . again. He just let his boots fall one infront of the other, over and over in the fastest sprint he could manage. He felt his pack weighing him down, but he knew it held survival gear that he might need. Just then a zombie looked up from its recent kill and snarled at the ever advancing young Cadet. Dean continued to sprint towards the zombie, and swung his right foot towards its disfigured head. Dean never was a good kicker, not in sports, he had strong round houses in Muay Thai, but this wasn't a Muay Thai kick. This was a punt. His steel toe boot connected firmly with the zombies temple and made a sicking THWACK as the bone cracked and the zombies head snapped sharply to the side. After a quick tumble and fall, Dean shoulder rolled and started back to his feet determined to get to his sister in time. Only problem was, Dean didn't have the best cardio, and Adrenaline wasn't enough to keep pushing him past the pain in his burning lungs. His pace slowly turned to a trot (basically double time jog) and his breathing grew heavier. He looked over instinctively when he heard some one cry help. His first thought was to just abandon the man, but he couldn't do that. Not if keeping this man alive allowed Dean to survive just a little bit more. He looked to the door where about 10 zombies where flooding in, and waited for them to be mostly inside before he pulled out his Tomahawk and Trench knife and killed the first two zombies outside the door before the other 8 new what was going on. |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2073 Joined: 28 Jun 2009 | Tyler sized up the third calm person on campus, and looked over at his friend. Raising his eyebrows, she shrugged and smiled, so he turned back to the guy. "Yeah, no problem. Name's Tyler." Releasing her hand, he shook Eric's with his left. "And I'm Kelsey. Nice to meet ya," she commented. "What, you give him your name, but not me?" "It's not like you needed it after we'd already made out." "Eh, good point. Long story, man, I'll tell you later. Who's up for a bike ride?" |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2580 Joined: 10 May 2009 | Eric nodded, noticing the panicking people had mostly gone outside. "Better than walking." He paused, and decided to trust them. "I think I have a plan to get out of the city, I'll tell you when we get to the bike." |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 2073 Joined: 28 Jun 2009 | "I've got one, too, so we'll talk about 'em once we have some wheels." Pushing through the crowds on the lookout for zombies, Tyler thought he found one so he threw it to the ground. About to stab with the crowbar, he sighed as he realized it was just a darker-skinned student. "Way to go, you almost killed a kid," Kelsey joked as Tyler pulled the guy to his feet. "I sure hope you don't try to kill me." "Tell you what, sweetheart: if you get bitten, I'll kill you myself." He walked backwards to finish his sentence. "If you're lucky, it'll be painless, too." Smiling, he turned back around. |
Gone Gonzo Posts: 1204 Joined: 4 Dec 2008 | Runs into the thread just in time konata style Name: Skyler Nikki ( thank you name generators ) Starting Point: In the middle of town, on her lunch break |
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