Wow, this picture is perfect. Also, the two zeds up front are the same.

That's right, people, I found an awesome picture to go along with this awesome thread. Now, most of my posts contain pictures to spice things up. There is a long, complicated story that explains why this topic used to be called The New and Improved Zombie RPG, but you don't wanna sit through that. So, without further ado, I humbly welcome you to the New Zombie RPG! Here's how it goes.

MOTIVATION
Your motivation is to survive. You need to avoid getting bitten, find food, find water, and try to stay out of the sandstorms and tornadoes that ravage this part of the world. Eventually, characters will probably have to find somewhere to hide or dig their way into one of the casinos.

THE STORY
This RP is set in Las Vegas. It follows the same path as Las Vegas did in Resident Evil: Extinction. For those of you who haven't seen that epic movie, the city is slowly being reclaimed by the desert since the armies of maintenance people who go to work everyday to hold back the desert have all died, turned, or gone into hiding. Most of the Vegas Strip is still standing. A lot of the city is still inhabitable but is very sandy. The outskirts of the city are completely covered by massive sand dunes. As the RP goes on, the desert will encroach on the city until it is completely covered. Nobody knows where the zombie virus came from. Every week, the weather will be updated.

RULES

You can make as many characters as you like, including characters from Dead Rising, Dawn of the Dead, and any other zombie game/movie, along with animal characters (they have to have a feasible back story and they cannot, under any circumstances, be able to talk). Also, if you're just gonna have a worthless character you're gonna kill immediately or want to encounter at some point in the story and want to remain mysterious, you can skip the description. If a poster is inactive for two weeks, you can take over their character(s)and/or kill them. After three days of auctioning, if nobody claims them, an inactive character will be killed off. Also, you don't have to continue the story. You tell your own part. Just don't be antisocial. There, that's everything.

Vinny lives in Las Vegas, near the strip.

Here's the opening kick-off.

Name: Vinny Ferrero
Age: 24
Height: 5'8
Appearance: Thin, Italian tan, wearing a white suit
Description: A mobster who has recently fallen out of grace with the don, Vinny is broke and has resorted to heavy drinking to solve his problems. He only has a day left before the repo guys come and take his apartment away. He's been so drunk that he didn't even notice any of the events going on in the world. Lately, he's just been unconscious on the couch.

Vinny lay on his couch in a crushing depression. He dreams that he was back at the headquarters. The don says "I'm sorry about this little misunderstanding Vinny. You've been reinstated as my right-hand man. When I die, you will take over the family." "Oh, thank you, Mr. Corleone, thank you!" "Psyche! Get him boys!" With that, the Don quickly stepped out of the way and the Capos that had been flanking them opened fire on Vinny. "No! Come back! arrrrrrgh...."

Vinny woke with a start. He has a splitting headache from the booze binge he had gone on last night. He decides to relieve his headache with some more booze. He reaches over and grabs some Vodka that is ripe for the drinking. The bottles on the floor around the couch slowly begin to multiply. Finally, he takes a break to just lay on the couch. Vinny notices out of the corner of his bleary eyes that something just came through the mail slot in his door. "Mr. Fererro, your mail is here!" comes from the mailman on the other side of the door. "Fuck you!" he offers as a rebuttal along with a thrown bottle of whiskey. He limps over to the door and reads his mail. It seems to take forever. It's mostly junk and bills, though one is blue. It reads " We regret to inform you that your DirecTV has been canceled due to lack of payment. You can renew your service by paying $200!" Vinny gives up on reading this. He doesn't have enough money to buy food, let alone DirecTV. He collapses against the door. "I'm a mess. What am I gonna do?" he said to no one in particular.

With his head resting against the door, Vinny can clearly hear what's going on in the hallway. He hears the mailman's footsteps coming down the hallway to the elevator. He must have finished this block. Vinny hears the ding of the elevator after a couple of minutes. Instead of footsteps going inside of the elevator, he hears growling and the mailman yelling "What's wrong with you! Ahhhhhhhhhh get off me! Help, somebody!" Vinny glances at the clock. It reads 1:00. This is when the repo men are supposed to be here. Are they attacking the mailman? I have to do something. Vinny thinks this to himself.

He arms himself with a bottle of Tommy Bahama and stumbles into the hallway. His suspicions are correct. Kind of. One repo man lay in a puddle of blood in the open elevator. The other is on top of the mailman. He's ripping huge chunks off the man's shoulder and neck. "Hey! Stop that!" Vinny shouts. That's the best he can think of in his state of drunkenness. The repo guy looks up from the body he had been feasting upon, then goes right back to his meal. "I said stop!" When he gets no response, he kicks the repo man in the side of the head. He rolls off of the mailman and rises up to face Vinny. The man suddenly reaches his arms out and grabs hold of Vinny as if he is trying to strangle him. The repo guy suddenly wraps his jaws around Vinny's jugular vein. Vinny stops him with a swift uppercut that drives him back against the wall. He then remembers that he has a bottle in his hand. Vinny, however, is still drunk. So, instead of throwing the bottle at the repo man, his arm makes the wrong motion, and he throws it at the ceiling, showering Vinny, the repo guy, and the dying mailman with rum. The repo man starts to grope around as if someone turned off the lights. He stumbles back to the elevator and begins to feast upon the dead repo man that's in there. Vinny, seeing through his clouded judgment, quickly hits the 2 button on the panel in the elevator and hops back into the hallway before the door closes.

He crouches over the dead mailman. The seemingly dead man springs to life and starts to stumble down the hallway, away from Vinny. "Hey, come back here! I saved your life, asshole!" Whatever, he thinks as he limps back into his apartment and closes the door behind himself. He reaches for the phone to call the police, but remembers that he would have to give all his information to them. "What just happened?" he says as he flops back down on the couch and reaches for some Bud Light.

Been waiting for one of these, but I might wait to decide if I have too many RP's going on right now to actually join. Reserve me a spot, though I may cancel it.

Spartan Bannana:
Been waiting for one of these, but I might wait to decide if I have too many RP's going on right now to actually join. Reserve me a spot, though I may cancel it.

Will do.

The people are slowly being replaced by the zombies.

Vinny drinks and drinks until, finally, the steady flow of booze dries up. He searches through all of his cabinets and his refrigerator, but finds nothing. He finally comes to the conclusion that he is gonna have to walk down to the liquor store to get something to drink for himself. Vinny stumbles out of his apartment, into the hallway, and into the elevator.

The dead body is still there, though he just ignores it and hits the 1 button. He limps into the lobby and notices the receptionist sitting at her desk watching T.V. He sees that she has a surprised look on her face as if whatever is on the T.V. has her attention captive. He stumbles out of the front door. Vinny notices a couple passionately making out to his left. In the street, a car is stopped. In front of it is a concerned-looking man kneeling over a man who's legs are unnaturally twisted. Vinny stumbles into the liquor store and sees a man lying in a puddle of cooking oil. He keeps on trying to get up and slips over and over again. Vinny thinks it's hilarious and grabs some more booze from the freezer. He walks over to the register to pay and notices that there's nobody at said register, so he just leaves some money on the counter. He limps back towards the apartment tower. He notices the car he had seen earlier with the two men in front of it. Now the concerned driver is laying on the ground and the man with the twisted legs is crawling away. Near the door, the couple is still making out, though the man is doing nothing, and the woman is all over his neck. Vinny walks into the lobby and sees that the receptionist is not at her post. How lazy. He gets in the elevator and finds that the dead body is STILL there. He heads up to his apartment and gets a bottle of Coors out of a six pack. He sits on the couch and realizes that the walk has tired him out a lot. The bottle slips out of his hands and shatters on the hardwood floor. Perfectly good beer. Wasted. With that, Vinny slips into unconsciousness.

Vinny wakes up later to find that it's dark outside. He has one hell of a hangover, so he gets some Alka-Seltzer. Feeling much better, he picks up all of the bottles, broken glass, etc. He goes for a shower and gets some clean clothes on. All that horrible stuff must have just been a dream, right? He decides to go outside to check and make sure. He gets in the elevator and notices a man sulking in the corner along with a red stain on the floor. He hits the 1 button and waits. About halfway down, the power goes out and the elevator goes pitch dark. The man that had been sulking starts groping around and grabs Vinny's shoulder. "Get your hands off me!" Vinny gave the man an elbow in the face. The man slams into the elevator wall. Vinny starts working on the trapdoor on the ceiling. The latch pops out and the door swings open. Vinny grabs the door and pulls himself toward the roof of the elevator. He's halfway into the elevator when he feels a clammy hand grab his ankle. He just barely manages to get onto the roof. He grabs onto a cable and begins to climb up. He doesn't know where he's going. While he's on the cable, the power comes back on and the elevator starts climbing up toward him. He cannot out-climb it so he lands on top of it. It rises slowly to the top. Vinny reaches for a wrench that a careless worker had left behind and began to smash it against the doors that the elevator passed. The elevator reaches the top penthouse and the ceiling gets dangerously close. Vinny aims for the top of the doors and smashes them over and over again. The doors separate enough for Vinny to fit in and he slips through, tumbling into the penthouse apartment on the top floor. Before he can catch his breath, the elevator doors slide open and the monster that had put him through all of this falls on top of him. He pushes the monster away with one hand and reaches for the wrench with the other. He gets out from under the man and brings the wrench down upon the guy's head so hard that it stays there. Vinny quickly hops back into the elevator and, this time, it actually takes him down to the lobby. The moment the elevator hits the ground, the doors open and Vinny practically flew out. He never wants to ride in one of those ever again. As he ponders this, the receptionist grabs and tries to bite him on the neck. He shoves her away and runs out of the building. Outside, he finds a gory scene. The man that had been making out with the woman was now headless. She had been gnawing on it for so long that it had fallen off. The concerned driver is now wandering around the street as if he's drunk. "What the hell is happening?"

Hm... I think... I might join...

It's sad to say.. I'm dropping out of another, thank god it didn't start yet.

I'll bite...

Name: Jack Patmos
Age: 22
Height: 6'1''
Appearance: dirty blonde hair and gray eyes, goatee and unshaved stubble everywhere else. A few piercing and tats, namely a large King of Cups Tarot on his shoulder. Lean and toned, but not overly so.
Description: Jack was an underachieving art student in New England when he managed to get enough money together to take himself and his fiancee, Alice, to Vegas for a quick wedding when the virus hit. Alice was infected at one point, and Jack was forced to kill her to save his own life. Never one to stand out before, he's forced to make some rather tough decisions now that he's fighting for his life and a way home.

"Alice? Baby?" He stared back at his fiancee who only hissed back stalking closer. Dead, pale, and bloody bodies of the casinos guests and staff surrounded them, along with spilt drinks, poker chips, and the lights and sounds of the several slot machines and games around them. Alice was just as pale and dead as the corpses around them, only she was upright, walking like Frankenstein's monster towards him. Jack was no stranger to cheesy zombie flicks, or video games, and it seemed he was stuck right in the middle of one. "God damn it!" was all he managed to say before she dove for him. He fell to his back, holding off her gnashing teeth before kicking her away and fumbling his way to a game table. He tugged and eventually pried a leg off, the screws still attached, and when he turned around Alice was upon him again. He swung the leg striking Alice in the head and sending her to the ground in a twitching fit, leaving Jack to collect himself breathing heavy taking in what had just happened. "...Don't hate me, love." He said softly before he started out to the exit.

Walking past a guard station he noticed a guard, or rather half of one, slumped against a wall gripping a shotgun like a child would a teddy bear. Slowly Jack approached, unsure if the corpse would spring to life even if it was just a torso. Reaching out he pried the shotgun from the guard and looked at it for a moment. He'd never fired a gun in his life, never mind a shotgun, and all he new about guns where from what he'd seen in TV and video games, but now was as good as time as ever to learn. Looking around the post he found a box or two of shells, and grabbing a bunch he made his way out of the casino and down the street, weapon in hand.

They could smell the life on him, those in the streets feeding on the bodies that were left unturned. As he walked past they turned to look to him, mouth's open and some pooling with blood. Seeing this and that they started to stagger after him, he started to run, shooting at anyone who got too close. Running up to one in the middle of the road he let out a yell as he rifle butted him in the head sending the monster to the ground where Jack immediately blasted it in the head, raining blood and brain matter around him. He didn't stop and was about to shoot another in front of him before he realized that he was alive, and perhaps more confused than he. "You! Don't just stand there, get moving!"

Vinny is totally lost when a scary-looking man with a shotgun runs up to him yelling"You! Don't just stand there, get moving!" "Fine, fine, but where should we go? We can head up to my apartment, or we can go to wherever you live. I just wanna get away from these......things."

Name: Ianto Jones
Age: 28
Appearance: Slightly pale skin, slightly thin but has some muscle on his body, blue eyes, brown hair and is clean shaven at the start of the RP. Is wearing a black suit with red shirt underneth with matching black pants, shoes and socks.
Description: A resident of the city, Ianto was enjoying his day off from work when the outbreak began. A quiet man whose skills would be much better suited for the office rather than fighting zombies can only hope help comes along or the zombies leave city before he meets a awful fate.

By the time Ianto had figured out something was wrong it was already too late. Random people who had stumpled into the main floor from in off the streets had begun to attack their fellow gamblers. Screams and shouts of horror were heard over the clinking of slot machines and fallen coins as security tried to stop the seemingly insane people but soon fell victim to the teeth of the strangers dispite several of them being shot at point blank range. It took everything Ianto had in him not to piss his pants right then and there before he noticed a woman in a skimpy outfit from another casino was slowly dragging herself towards him, he thought she was calling out for help from him before he saw that part of her face had looked like it was a piece of badly chewed meat and she almost on top of him by now!

Without another thought he quickly threw his drink, glass and all, at the woman before turning and making a dash for the exits. As he ran Ianto managed to look around for a moment, seeing that the black jack tables had turned into what looked like a gory slaughterhouse of human parts that where littered all over the tables, chairs and floors with the attackers actually eatting the parts with sickening sounds. One poor drink server tried to escape from the grasp of a group of attackers but was pulled down by their weight as one of them started to chew at her throat right then and there. Finally Ianto cleared the horror of the gaming floor and through the blood stained glass doors and out into the open world and was treated to the sight of more acts of violence repeated from he just saw inside and wondered for the first time in many minutes if he was going to make it through this.

(I hope my skills are up to par with this, it's been a while for me.)

Vinny lives in a pretty swanky hotel/apartment complex.

The scary-looking man doesn't answer the question. "We're going back to my place." Vinny decides.

The two make their way back to Vinny's apartment complex. As they're waiting for the elevator, Vinny simply asks "Do you have a name?" To his shock, he actually receives a response. "Jack." the man grunts. "Well, that's a start. I'm Vinny. I have a lot of questions to ask you once we get back to my pla-" He can't finish this sentence because, just then, the mailman lunges out of the elevator and starts trying to rip his Adam's Apple out. Before Jack can do anything, the receptionist grabs him from behind and aims for the Carotid Artery(that's in the neck). "Do something Jack! You're the one with the shotgun!"

Can I just interject here to say that you should probably wait a few days for a couple more characters before you start, just so that other people don't get left behind.

Spartan Bannana:
Can I just interject here to say that you should probably wait a few days for a couple more characters before you start, just so that other people don't get left behind.

You can join in at any time, and the story isn't in full swing right now. We're waiting for more people right now since we're at a suspenseful part of the story. I'm waiting for someone to make a new character and step in for now.

It would seem shock set in for the most part, and the adrenaline had worn off as he didn't remember getting in the elevator, and he only vaguely remembered responding to the man and giving a name. Shaking it off he he feels himself being attacked, and whirling around unloads into the attacker, sending her to the floor in a lump of dead and pale flesh. Turning back around he rocketed the butt of his rifle at the mailman, knocking him off and sending another round into his head, impaling the skull into the floor.

A distinctive chime was heard and he turned around to see the elevator open, and just as he was about to hope in, he noticed it was slightly occupied. Not one or two, but seven confused zombified patrons stood together, obviously having been trapped in there after following someone inside. They all turned around to look at Jack and Vinny, and Jack raised the gun, pulled the trigger, but nothing happened, he was out. "Shit, c'mon! we're taking the stairs." Grabbing Vinny by the shoulder and headed for the stairs, while he fumbled to reload.

Everything happens so fast that Vinny blinks and misses the two awesome kills that Jack just pulled off. Jack pulls him to the stairwell. "We're taking the stairs." he hears Jack yell. They enter the stairwell and begin hauling ass up the stairs. Below them, the door flies open and more zed things poor into the stairwell. Jack is still pulling him up the stairs. Jack fumbles with reloading his gun. They finally reach the top of the stairs, and Vinny pushes through the fire door. They close the door and Jack waits while Vinny moves to unlock the apartment door. He doesn't get very far, though, as the zombified repo man that he had first encountered grabs him by the shirt and get's ready to snack on his new meal. Vinny elbows him in the nose. The monster rolls off of Vinny, and, at that very same moment, a horde of zombies pushes through the stairwell door. "Come on, this way!" Vinny shouts as he frantically tries to unlock the door of the apartment. The flow of monsters seems to increase. The door opens and the two men quickly jump in.

Vinny closes, locks, and latches the door behind them. Jack flops down on the couch. Vinny gets a couple of beers from the fridge and grabs a silver Attache case. He puts the two bottles of Sam Adams on the table and does the same for the case. Jack says nothing."Come on. Drink it." Vinny says as he hands him the bottle. After a couple of minutes of silent drinking, Vinny says "I'll bet you're wondering what's in the case? It is exactly what we need to survive." He pops it open, revealing two silver-plated pistols, a twelve-gauge shotgun, a disassembled bolt-action sniper rifle, and hidden compartments containing bullets and shells for the various weapons. "Awesome, right?" Vinny says. Jack remains silent. Vinny answers the nonexistent question with "I used to be a bad-ass mafioso who made the wrong decision and ended up getting the boot. You're probably wondering how it happened." Jack seemingly doubts Vinny's story. Vinny answers another nonexistent question with "I fell in love with the wrong woman. She was the don's daughter-in-law. The don's son screwed around with everything that moved. How was I supposed to know that she was married to him? Anyway, he caught us, and told the don. The don showed a remarkable amount of compassion, though, and decided to just make me leave. They had planned on killing me. What's your story?"

I want to join... maybe i will *raised an eye brow* maybe I won't..*narrowed eyes*

Murrah:
I want to join... maybe i will *raised an eye brow* maybe I won't..*narrowed eyes*

Join, damn you, join!

(I'll bite as well. Haven't done this in awhile, so cut me some slack if it's a little lame)
Name: Terrence
Age: 21
Height: 6'2"
Appearance: Tall, lanky, hair hanging to shoulders. Of obvious Scottish ancestry. Wearing loose, comfortable clothing.
Description: A knowledgeable, yet cowardly young man, Terrence transplanted to Vegas only weeks before the outbreak occurred. Down-to-earth, his meek disposition tends to cause him more trouble than it saves. Lives in the room one floor above Vinny's, and has shared a drink or two with him over his stay in Vegas.
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As Vinny completes his story, a harsh yell is heard through the ceiling. Vinny glances at the ceiling, eyes narrowing as the sounds of banging are heard. "What the hell...?" He muses.
A few moments pass, the shouts fading into silence.
The crash of shattering glass is heard, as well as a terrified screech. Vinny and Jack's gazes jump to the nearby balcony-esque scaffolding of Vinny's apartment, only to see a bleeding hand hanging desperately on the guardrail of the scaffolding. A few grunts are heard, and a young, long-haired man's face rises above the lip of the scaffolding. In a hoarse voice, he calls out "V-Vinny!"

The mafia allowed Vinny to have a pretty nice suite.

Vinny waits for Jack's reply. The man sitting across from him seems to be really thinking about this. A harsh yell is heard through the ceiling. Vinny glances at the ceiling, wondering what the problem is now. The banging noise seems to intensify, and then it stops. "What the hell...?" Vinny wonders aloud. A sound of broken glass is heard, accompanied by an ear-splitting scream. An ominous, dark shape flies past the window. "Jack, get your gun." He says as he rushes to the balcony. "V-Vinny!" the voice from the balcony yelps. Vinny looks over the edge and sees his new neighbor, Terrence, hanging on for dear life. "I'm here for you, man!" He pulls the bleeding man up onto the balcony. "Sit down. I know exactly what you need." Terrence sits down on the La-Z-Boy and rests. Vinny comes back with a third bottle of Sam Adams along with his first-aid kit. Terrence gladly starts drinking the beer. "I'm been on enough botched missions to know how to treat a wound. He gives his wound some Neosporin, covering it with gauze, and covering that with binding tape. Vinny, finished with the first-aid, relaxes on the couch across from Jack. "Sorry Jack, but your story is gonna have to wait. What's your story, Terrence?"

That hole is only gonna get bigger.

"Terrence?" Vinny asks. He must be scared out of his shorts. Vinny thinks this to himself. "Terr-" This is cut short by an ominous scratching noise coming from the ceiling. The scratching intensifies and a small hole appears in the ceiling. There has always been a very thin barrier between Vinny and Terrence's apartments. He has received many a "Shut up!" during his drunken rants. The hole grows larger. "Terrence, we're gonna need some answers."

Sweating, Terrence, takes a big gulp from his bottle before breathlessly whispering "Th-they're up there! Vin, they started beating on the door, and... and Jen opened it, and... and..." Tears well at his eyes as his voice cracks "Oh, God... Vinny, I don't want to die!"
A grime-encrusted hand thrusts itself through the ceiling, groping wildly at the voices it hears below.
Terrence's grip on the bottle causes his knuckles to turn a deathly white, matching his bloodless face. "Vin... we gotta get out of here. They're all through the building! Ol' Jerry's hung himself from the balcony! I saw it!" He leaps to his feet as the hole widens, grabbing Vinny by the shoulders as he shouts, "Dammit Vinny! Think of something!"

Name: Giovanni Merducci
Age: 29
Height: 5' 10"
Appearance: An overweight Italian stereotype, wearing a black suit, tie and Fedora. His hair, naturally brown, is dyed black.

After being a lazy member of the Mob for several years, Giovanni had been called upon by the Godfather, Don Dante. And, after driving 16 miles into Las Vegas, he wasn't sure if it was worth all the effort. He was supposed to off some goons, protect the Vegas boys and make sure they weren't stealing any of his loot. He turned into a nearby parking lot, three of his own Boys waiting. They stood uneasily, like they had ants up their pantslegs. The door of the worn-out Mustang swung open, Giovanni hiding his silenced pistol before stepping out. The three thugs stood, one with an angry look on his face, and stared at him across the parking lot. One nodded to the other, and a faint click. Immediately, Giovanni knew. It was an ambush. The boys had probably been corrupted by the local mobsters, or maybe these were fakes... either way... Giovanni drew the pistol from his tuxedo jacket and cocked it towards the largest of the three.

"Drop the guns." He said hoarsely "Now."

Two complied, their Tommyguns clattering to the ground.

"I said now, you schmuck." He drew back the hammer. "Don't make me say it again."

The last thug didn't move, still holding his hands behind his back...

Name : Regis Maloney

Age: 42
Height: 6' 0"

Appearance : Broad shouldered and hard-faced, Maloney doesn't play around. Wears a black suit, much like Giovanni's and a white fedora. Bald, Clean-shaven.

He smirked at the mobster across from him.

"You wont have a chance to say anything, Merducci

He drew his weapons, a Rocket Propelled Grenade and a modified Tommygun, getting the jump on Giovanni. He blasted a stream of bullets at him, trailed by a rocket. Meducci rolled, jumping out of the way and behind a nearby building. The rocket shook off into the distance, colliding into a nearby car. With panic, Giovanni withdrew a grenade from under his suit, hurling it out at Maloney.

Isaac Dodgson:

O.O.C:

That just occurred to me too... That was a total accident. I hadn't even thought about it. I've already changed it so that the only part where I have any kind of control is when Jack tells Vinny his name. Sorry about that. I just broke one of my hugest rules.

The coffee table is ruined.

"Get the fuck off me!" Vinny yells at Terrence as he shoves him away. Vinny collects himself and says "I'm sorry. I've been in a lot of situations where I've been grabbed and stabbed. It's not fun to get stabbed. We need to get our gu-" This is interrupted by the gaping hole in the ceiling growing ever larger. "Quickly, grab a gun!" Vinny shouts. He doesn't reach a gun, though. He doesn't have time. This is because a body has just tumbled through the hole in the ceiling and landed on the coffee table.

Name: Steve
Height: 6'1"
Sex: M

Appearance: Above average build, with a stubble covered face. He's hungover, massively pissed off, and he's a dick. Steve works as a lawyer in Connecticut, but he's trying to forget about what happened there with liquor and cheap ladies, so his personal history is muddled.

Just remember: Steve is a dick, he's got a magnum in a shoulder holster, and he is severely hung-over.

Steve walked the streets of Las Vegas questioningly. He needed to find his hotel. It was getting pretty late, and he'd be damned if he was caught up in all the nighttime traffic. Speaking of traffic, Steve hadn't really noticed any cars, or people for that matter.

"What the fuck is this, Delaware?" Steve yelled aloud.

Maybe everybody was inside from the heat and the sun. The god-damn sun, it hurt his eyes and gave him a headache. He really needed to find his hotel...

Just then Steve heard a noise, somewhere from behind.

"Hello?" Steve called out. "HELLO?!?!?!" Steve shouted. "What the fuck is this, hide and go seek? Is anybody out there??!?!"

Steve drew his gun, he was going indoors someplace. Away from the sun, away from the deserted streets. He needed another drink, or a hooker. Or both, He didn't really care. He walked up to the nearest building, The Los Marinaras Bar and Grill, and he opened the door.

"Better not be playing any fucking mexican music in there." Steve muttered.

And walked inside.

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OOC: Can I get an update on the details here? I want to join, but I'm a little confused as to what's going on.

OOC: We're all part of our own, maybe eventually colliding plots, and are allowed more tha one character.

Name:Craig Hillson
Height:5"8
Age:58
Info:Craig is a hermit who lives in the forests of the northen states(sorry british,don't know any norhten states with forests in)and hunts for his food.He is a vietnam veteran who got the the purple heart and was sent back home.But before he left,he was sworn to secrecy by the C.I.A because of a similar zombie incedent that happend in the forests deep in the vietcong.He came to Las Vegas because he wanted to spend some money and get in touch with the world again.He is also a big patriot and the only time he goes into town is to vote for the Republicans
Apperance:Grizzled and fit,wearing an old camofluaged jacket,similar combat trousers and black workboots.

I heard the shouting before I saw the man.He was walking into a house saying something about Mexicans,that's when the shouting started.I ran to the slightly ajar door,and saw a conflict between a man wearing casuals and a fat man in a greasy apron.Greasy apron man was leaning over a counter trying to bite casual man's face off.I picked up a stool and hit G.A man over his head,no effect apart from him turning around to face me,he had no lower jaw and only 1 eye,I had seen this before,and now it was on the shores of America.
"In the head,hit him in the head!"
"I,m already on it,"came the reply.The things head exploded.All over me,all over casual man.
"Thanks"
"No problem,my names Steve,"
"Craig,pleased to meet you".

Things are strange for Vinny now. He has given up his drinking problem, there are two strange men on the couch, and, more importantly, there's a dead body on top of his now shattered coffee table. Vinny doesn't know what to say. This is an awkward situation. He leans over the body in the shattered remains of the coffee table. "Well, he's dead alright." Vinny diagnoses. "No pulse or anything." The zombie's eyes flash open and it's arms grab Vinny's shoulders, pulling him in to rip his neck out. "Help!" Vinny screams.

OOC: I'm leaving the identity of the zombie open so the story can expand.

OOC: Wait, so I'm with Craig now? Plz don't play my character, it just makes this very confusing....

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"Well old man, seems you can use a stool pretty well. And from the smell of your breath, I assume you know where some booze are. That's good, real good."

Steve looked around the building, it was beat up, and hardly anybody was inside the place. And what the fuck just happened anyway? Was the one eyed man some kind of junkie? Or was he a zombie, one of those Hollywood zombies that you see in the flicks... Steve didn't care, if there were more of them, he knew how to kill them, and with this old man to help, hell, Steve could practically smell how close the booze were. But then again, it could have just been the old man.

"Okay...Craig. I'm gonna go looking around here for some booze and maybe a weapon of sorts. Then we can get about to finding what the hell is going on here. My travel agent is gonna get a lot of shit for this. 'Summer's the best time to visit Las Vegas' my ass."

Name: Joe the Zombie
Age: ???
Description: Cold and clammy, Joe is a member of the undead hordes in Las Vegas. His favourite pastimes are brains, eating brains, and devouring brains.

Joe grabbed the chubby brained one in his hands. He wanted the brain...Stupid brained ones, holding their brains where he can't get them. Joe knew other zombies were close, and he wanted this brain for himself. He reached towards the head of the chubby one, and opened his mouth...

"BRAINSSSSSS!"

I don't know what I thought of this guy,he obviously had a big hard-on for booze and he looked like he wasn't a stranger to hookers either.He said something about getting a weapon of sorts even though he had a pretty large hand cannon and it looked like he could use it.I heard distant moaning.
"They're coming down the street,quick follow me,"I said,We headed out the back door.

Canadianwookie:
OOC: Wait, so I'm with Craig now? Plz don't play my character, it just makes this very confusing....

OOC: You know, I kinda assumed you guys were together since both posts involved complaints about Mexican music, and Voodoopig's post clearly states that Steve is with Craig. Anyway, the list has been edited so it only gives your location.

Can someone explain what OOC means plz.

OOC: I'm not exactly sure what OOC stands for, but it means that the following post is off-topic and not part of the story.