Zombie appacolypse, Must be able to handle a little Violence

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    Welcome, Im Sam. Im a survivor along with a handful of others. Heres some supplies. Good luck. Here they come...


    Form,
    Name:
    Age: (Between 15-21)
    Gender:
    Supplies: (You start out with three cans of food, two full waterbottles, one water purifier. Pick two survival equipment)
    Guns: (Pick two, a small weapon and a bigger one)





    My Form,
    Name: Sam
    Age: 19
    Gender: Male
    Supplies: Flashlight, Hatchet
    Guns: G18, Scar L

    Name:
    June
    Age: 17
    Gender: female
    Supplies:2 cans of food and flint n' steel
    Guns: sniper and a pistol

    Name;;
    Drake
    Age;;
    17
    Gender;;
    Male
    Supplies;;
    A bag of bread and a can of peaches
    Guns;;
    B22R6 and a Maverick

    nvm well start now, rp on here, its dawn and were all in different places




    IC: Sam stretched and yawned as the sun hit his eyes. He grabbed his G18 and sat up. He was on the destroyed town hall roof. Sam opened his backpack and took a drink of his water.

    Occ~I'll change one of Drakes supplies(the bread)to a short machete.


    Ic~Drake ran through deserted ally's, only to find a zombie around every corner. He'd been running all night and was exhausted. And right now he'd been looking for a good place to hide, but the only place he'd found that was enough for cover from the zombies from the street. He'd only had a few minutes of rest before zombies started to come around the corner at him. And here he was now, trapped, and about to die. He did have guns, and would kill the ones coming at him now, quickly, but he didn't want to alert any of the zombies on the street. The only thing he had that was closest to useful was his short machete. It takes a few hacks at one in order to kill one, and that takes to much time, and now, he didn't have much time. A zombie came running around the corner, he checked his six to make sure if any were behind him. He'd kill this one with his machete and try to form a plan in his head to get out of here before the others came. He hacked away at the zombie, killing it swiftly only in seconds. Then, he started to scan his surroundings. There was a wooden crate box to his left and...ah ha! Maybe he could try to jump from that box and hang on to the pipeline to the wall that was just below a open window. Maybe...just maybe he could make it. He could hear the zombies now, their yells sending chills through him. He had no time to waste or else he would be their breakfast. He jumped on the box and jumped with all his might, his hands outstretched towards the pipeline.Yes! He just barely missed it. He looked down to now see the zombies round the corner. The first zombie grabbed his feet, trying to pull him down. With this zombie trying to pull him down, he was having a even harder time trying to hold on and climb up to the window. His fingers were now slipping on the pipeline.Am I going to die today?

    Sam heard something from the side of the roof. He slowly walked over and saw a hand! "AH!" He aimed his gun, and right before he shot he saw it was a human hand. "What the..."

    Sam grabbed his hand and started pulling when he saw the zombie pulling against him. He aimed the G18 and quickly shot him in the head while using his other hand to pull up the other survivor.

    //excuse lack of formatting, posting from a flip phone// NAME: Jay Foster-- AGE: 20--GENDER: Male--SUPPLIES: Adjustable solar charger for anything smaller than a car battery, Flare gun with three flares-- WEAPONS: Police model Mossberg 500, twin .45 magnum revolvers named Duty and Sacrifice.

    Drake climbed up into the window next to the boy."Thanks."He said, glancing down at the zombie after standing up."You know, there is going to be zombies crawling all over the place now that you fired that thing."He looked down at the caliber in the boys hand."Is that a Glock 18?"He asked,"I know that's semi automatic, but I don't think it'll get past a mob of zombies. Unlike my Maverick."He said, holding it out.

    OOC: Accepted, Im locking the thread now so no more people can join for now. Maby later others can join. :P


    IC: "I know their coming, we should get moving. And my G18 can do just fine thank you very much." Sam said and watched the zombie fall down the side of the roof. He held out his hand unwillingly and said, "Im Sam." Trust was a thing he could not do easily.

    Two gunshots echoed loudly across the other side of the square as the zombies stopped and began lumbering towards a lone figure standing in the middle of the street. Their groans were deafening as they surged towards him. Jay swallowed nervously as he dashed into the nearest apartment building, ignoring the zombies already within as he raced up the stairs. He reached the roof of the building, and lumped down onto the railing of the fire escape. From there, he leaped onto the fire escape of the next building. He climbed his way to the roof, jumping across the gaps in rooftops until he reached the other two. "Hey," he said in almost a whisper as he struggled to catch his breath. "Name's Jay."

    Sam looked at the other person and sighed mentally. More people to kill you... He let his hand drop to his side and said, "Sam."

    "My names Drake."He said, glancing at both of them. He looked at the Jay."Their is no way out now."He said, glaring at Sam."He had to fire his G18."