Walking dead rp

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    Link to the Rp sign up:


    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1387306.new#new


    It's been two weeks since the out break had happened. The dead walk the streets looking for live people. Eating others, and clustering in hordes. The human population is unknown. But the death counts are always rising. With no stop. New Hampshire is now overrun with the dead.


    Blake had the plumping shop locked up, he held up in the back room. With one of the living dead, except this zombie was inside of a customer care booth. Locked up. Just growling and gurgling as it's jaw hang on one hinge. Blake couldn't stand the noise of the creature. But he was to afraid to do anything about it. Instead he hid quietly. He had some food and water, and he made bathroom breaks in the employees restroom. But the solitary confinement drew him insane, he needed to find someone else. Or do something to escape the city. But how could he, the streets where overrun with these things. He needed a plan, and he needed one fast before loosing all sanity. Or loosing his life to one if them.


    ((OOC: start off anywhere in New Hampshire or anywhere in Woodstock where my oc is, have fun))

    Selina sat quietly in the corner of the small grocery store eating twinkies. "This can't get any worse..." She mumbled, as she saw a few of the rotting walking corpses shuffle around outside

    Blake sat down in solitude. He was out if water and he needed it badly, he then remembered how the small grocery store down the block was still there and standing. But he needed to get past the other dead things. He needed a weapon, or something used as a weapon. A wrench maybe. Then he remembered how the manager at this store had a gun in the safe. For protection only. He got up to look at the zombie in the customer care booth....it had the keys on it for the safe. "Great...." He mumbled. He needed those keys...



    After a while of searching he got the biggest wrench from the store he could find. And was ready at the customer care booth door. He took a deep breath, and opened the door. The zombie started to walk towards Blake in a limping motion, it's left foot was hanging from sinew. Blake covered his mouth and gagged. The zombie gurgled and growled reaching for Blake, before he was hit in the head with a wrench. Blood splattered everywhere as the dead one had it's skull bashed in. But.It.Still.moved....Blake then quickly and repeatedly smashed it's head in with the large tool. Ones done, and the remains of it's head was goop...Blake kneeled down covering his mouth almost ready to throw up. He cried a little to as this was to much, he had never killed anything before.


    He went for the safe in the back room and unlocked it. Inside was a five seven pistol with three clips and a holster. Blake smiled. He then looked up at the ceiling "looks like someone's looking out for me" he then picked up the clips and put two in his back pocket and one in the gun. He grabbed the holster and hooked it to his leg and pants. Then he holstered the pistol, after locking the safety on the gun. He remembered how his dad thought him how to hold a gun, and how to fire it. Which was now coming in handy. "Time for the mini mart" he said packing up his things.

    Selina was getting lonely, and what's worse, she was almost out of twinkies. "Damn my inner fat person." She mumbled in annoyance, before slowly standing, making doubly sure there were none of those rotting freaks nearby. "I need some kind of weapon. But a minimart doesn't exactly have a wide selection." She said alloud to herself, before sighing, and deciding to take a walk around the store aimlessly, maybe find some extra snack cakes.

    Blake looked out of the back door with a wrench in his hand. No rotting creatures in the back alley. He made it to the street part before looking around the corner. Only a few of the dead ones where walking around. Blake took a brave decision of running towards the grocery store. And that he did. Till he got to the doors of the shop, and noticed a group of 12. He stopped and swung at one of them, catching it in the chest. He though it would've killed it. But it kept walking. And also kept the wrench in its rib cage "shit shit shit shit" he said running for the back entrance. It was locked. He then smashed his shoulder into it a couple times before forcing it open. He then ran inside and baracaded the door with crates and a giant cooler.


    He was out of breath and he sat there in the meat department. Trying to catch his breath, once done resting he pulled out his gun, and released the safety and aimed it foreword as he hopped over the counter and cautiously walked by the isles, pointing the gun down each one as he walked by them.

    Selina heard a loud bang as she was browsing the cereal aisle. With a gasp of surprise, she rushed over to the source of the noise to find the back door had been busted open. She almost thought it was one of the undead, but then she saw him barricade the door and... Pull out a gun. She didn't like guns, bad experience with them. "Hey psycho, mind putting the gun down?" She said, as she hid behind a counter. She tried to sound as brave as possible

    Soon as Blake heard a voice, he aimed his gun straight at Selina's location. Just noticing her hair. He heard the voice of a female. But was she armed? Or dangerous, maybe bitten? "Show yourself or I'll shoot, hands up to" he said promptly

    "Well aren't you smart. I'm one of the living dumbass." She said, putting on a brave front as she stepped out into his view. Her hands were up... But so were some fingers. "This good enough for you?" She asked in annoyance

    Blake slowly walked up to her, with the gun pointed at her head. He patted down her pockets and sides. Just to make sure there wasn't anything that could be used to harm him.

    Ryan continued his dash, strongly into an alley. He stopped by a dumpster and placed his left arm on the back of his head, breathing heavily,"I... think I lost them." He had been running from a few stumbling walkers, and hoped he got away. He began searching around for a way into a building for safety.
    His eyes came across a door, and he dashed his way over and grabbed the door handle. Without thinking, he opened up and ran in, slowing down when he noticed Blake pointing a gun at a girl,"Hey, step off it!" Quickly, he pulled his handgun and pointed it at him.

    Wilky sat at the back of the store, cramped between a wall and the clerk's desk. He heard the loud moans of the dead and the rattle of the gate and the pounding of the glass, "I can't stay here forever, what should I do." He clutched his crossbow, he had found it when he was running through the woods and saw a dead bow hunter, he looked over to a stair case, "Maybe that leads to the roof.

    Blake froze in the middle of checking her. He still heals the gun aiming it at her head, he glanced behind him to notice a man, no arm. But he looks like he was in his twenties, he held a gun at Blake. But still he didn't let go of his own gun, "all I'm doing is looking for some food, she came across so I had to make sure she wasn't armed...." He said, sweat dripping down his head from the nerve recking situation. He turned to the girl to make sure she wasn't going to pull anything, still gun at her head.

    Ryan stood there for a few seconds, before holstering the weapon,"Alright, but I don't think it matters if she's armed. It's hard surviving out here without a weapon." He hadn't realized that he left himself open, but that's not what he was thinking about,"My name is Ryan, freelance photographer. Who are you two?"

    Blake glared at Selina, then he put his five seven into his holster. "Doesn't matter, can't trust no one now...." He said. Then he hesitated before speaking " I'm a junior in the highschool here in Woodstock...I've aced in being a mechanic" he said quietly "well at least until this started." He spoke softly looking down.

    "Can't trust no one? Double negative, meaning it doesn't mean what you think it means. So you truly believe that you, in fact, can trust us", Ryan took a second to think it over before responding,"So your about 17-16 area? Wow, the youngest survivor I've seen. Not that I've seen very many, I usual show up when everyone's already lost to this plague."

    Selina was confused and startled as yet annother strange man with a gun burst in and began to ask questions. But at least they both put their guns away... "My name is Selina, and your both gun toting sociopaths." She said jokingly, still trying to make sense of the quick and strange events that went from a gun standoff to a pleasant conversation. She wished she had a weapon, that way things like thus wouldn't happen.

    Blake shook his head "ya....at least the last thing my dad taught me was how to use a gun" he said with a slight chuckle before looking down. "And no I don't trust you.....but only time will tell" he said solemnly.

    "Well, it was nice meeting you both. But now that we're all calm here, would you mind telling me what the fuck your both doing?!" She asked in annoyance

    "I'm just stopping by the local supermarket to pick up a few things. I came in the back door to avoid the crowds", Ryan thought for a few moments before bringing his camera to his eye,"You guys don't mind me taking a picture of you two separately? I like to have a reference of every one I've met. Sort of keeps up hope of knowing others are surviving."