Hi! I'd just like to add up here this is a rewritten version of a thread I have done in the past, unfortunately it didn't work out well then, but I'm hoping, since so many other threads are private now, that I can get in some good people this time and we can keep it going for a while.
The Sickness
Your radio crackles to life, after all that's happened a few people still whole up together to do a sort of radio show, right now they're interviewing a survivor from New York, one of the few to escape. The question: "Do you think any of us have a chance?"
"We're all going to get it, it's not a matter of who... it's just a matter of when and where, whenever one of them sinks it teeth into you, Corpses I like to call 'em... once they sink their teeth in to you, it's all over. They're hideous you know, all covered in warts and oozing puss out of their horrible, bloated bodies, but they can move fast if they want to, not all of them shamble towards you like the rest, some of 'em run, and some crawl... But they all have one thing in common, they come after us, something about eating those who aren't sick yet seems to keep these sick Corpses healthy, if one of them's not as infected as the others, it's either freshly turned, or it's eaten plenty of us. If you see one of these things don't hesitate, just shoot it, bash it, whatever you have to do, this isn't no damn movie where you gotta pop the brain, they're flesh and blood like you and me. Good luck."
How?
It all started with something we'd thought we'd prepared for... a terrorist attack in an airport, all that added security didn't do anything to stop the bio bomb the man carried in, a weapon which brought the man made disease upon us. It spread like wild fire, that first gas the people inhaled infected them, the gas wasn't even visible... a hidden killer that got in the lungs of everyone, made them sick, and then they started changing, biting people... going wild. A military force came of course and they slaughtered them, a thousand troops can certainly do a number to a bunch of ugly New Yorkers in an airport, but the gas had lingered, it infected them all... chaos and disarray. New York fell first, then it hit the other states in the area, eventually spreading down to places like Kentucky, but hope isn't truly lost you know, it's not all gone. There are rumors of states that held out in the south, Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas, people say the Sickness hasn't even crossed their state borders yet, that they're forming new governments. They may be the last shred of hope for us
The Eyes
Finding the sick is all about looking at the eyes... their eyes slowly become more blood shot, the whites start turning pink, and the pupils slowly get larger. There are a few other signs, but the best way to check is to just shine a light right in their eye and see what you can see.
OOC Rules (Unbreakable)
1. No perfect characters.
2. People will die and get sick, don't expect to live forever.
3. Yes, you can curse, but if it's a really strong word censor it out, don't use any slurs, and don't curse every other sentence.
4. You will struggle to find ammunition for weapons, it won't just be lying everywhere.
5. ^ The same goes for finding food water, and supplies in general.
6. Don't argue out of character or harass each other, just get along.
"Survivor's Law" (IC rules, breakable)
1. Theft will not be tolerated, punishments depend on severity.
2. Murder will of course not be tolerated, punishable by banishment or execution.
3. Those found conspiring against the rest of the group will be banished or used as bait for Corpses.
4. Harassment of other survivors isn't allowed, if you are found doing so you will be punished depending on severity.
FULL NAME:
AGE:
GENDER:
PERSONALITY:
APPEARANCE:
HISTORY:
RELATIONS:
SKILLS/ABILITIES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
OTHER:
FULL NAME: William David Carver
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
PERSONALITY: The kind of guy who likes brawn over brains, he's ready to fight whenever necessary, and to be honest he's kind of enjoyed the apocalypse... at least the part where he gets to smash heads. He's abrasive and stubborn, but if you gain his trust he is loyal until the end, and he cares deeply about those he calls friend. He will stand by a friend, but if he doesn't really trust you... well, he doesn't need people he can't fully trust hanging around, does he?
APPEARANCE: He stands at six feet tall and has a build like that of a brick wall, his jaw square and well defined, he looks more like a military drill sergeant than a man who runs around bashing in the heads of Corpses for fun. He has a couple scars on his torso from small knives, his nose is a little off from being broken, and he has a scar from a blade down one cheek. His hair is dark brown and constantly filled with grime, whether that's blood dirt or some other substance isn't entirely known, but like everyone else his hair is fairly knotted and honestly pretty disgusting.
HISTORY: He grew up practicing in illegal street fights for money, a couple times it escalated to illegal fights with real weapons, and his many scars reflect that. He never properly knew his parents, and went from foster to foster, no one wanting to keep a troublemaker like him around for very long, he mostly raised himself.
RELATIONS: The only family he ever knew of was an uncle who lived in New York that refused to take him, he's assumed his uncle is dead.
SKILLS/ABILITIES: He's good with small knives and blunt objects, and is a good shot with a handgun,
STRENGTHS: He's strong, thinks on his feet, and can handle himself in a fight.
WEAKNESSES: His abrasive behavior can start fight, he's more enduring than he is fast, and he's no good with a rifle or the like.
OTHER: This is the other section. Hi.
Now, there's the question of where are you? Well, you see, you're held up in a mall of all places... a mall that was quarantined when things started going down hill, you and the rest of your group make the best of it, and there are plenty of people... but it seems like every day a new one dies. The mall is in Wyoming, where specifically isn't important, what's important is that you get out of here and get to Oklahoma or some other southern state, the supposed beacons of humanity that remain.



