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  • Eight people are left to fend for themselves in a world of terrible infected humans. They can trust no one. Even if they think a human is near. Danger around every corner and up every alley. Can they survive?


    Cursing is allowed


    7 spots left!!!


    Rochelle:The Reporter


    Coach:The Coach


    Nick:The Gambler


    Francis:The Biker


    Zoey:The College Student


    Louis:The Analyst


    Bill:The Vietnam Veteran


    My character:Ellis:The redneck


    Types of infected(zombies):Walkers, Boomers, Hunters, Smokers, Tanks, Chargers, Spitters, Jockeys, Witches, Wandering Witches


    [img width=510 height=267]http://www.linuxstudent.com/wp…ne-linux-ar-L-7XngF5.jpeg[/img]


    From left to right- Nick, Rochelle, Coach, Ellis


    Last photo: left to right- Bill, Zoey, Louis, Francis

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Toby Jackson Bryant ().

  • Ellis looked at his choices of weapons. There were a couple of different guns, but the redneck in him was telling him to go for the frying pan or the guitar. Ellis picked up the frying pan. "Yup I think this one 'll work" he said nodding.

  • "Hey we got to kill em all. You ain't said how yet" Ellis said flipping it in his hand. "I ain't got to reload it, and it won't break cause it's metal" he said smiling.

  • "Okay. Sure." Rochelle muttered. Honestly, he did have a point there... After finishing checking out her gun, she walked around the room for anything else of interest.

  • Ellis followed her. "Come on Rochelle, why you so uptight? It's not like we are in any kind of danger or nothin. Oh guess what my uncle jimmy once said that danger ain't real. Then I said that it was real, but of course he didn't believe me.." he started

  • Ellis smiled. "Yeah you right. Nick is definitely the most uptight of the group" he said. "He always makes sure I don't finish my stories. That's probably a good thing or else I would be tellin one story for a long time. Like that one time when we were trying to get through that old carnival. There were walkers errywhere and I was tellin Nick a story about my uncle Jimmy and how he would always win me prizes. Now they weren't ever them big prizes but they was prizes none the less" he said.

  • "Alright alright" Ellis said. He looked at everyone around him. "We're gonna have to go out and face them infected zombies and mutations" he said holding his pan

  • Ellis closed the door behind the eight of them. He held up his pan. "Kill all sons of bitches" he said as he saw a group of zombies start running toward them. He took his pan and whacked one in the head