Keya sighed. "Here we are..." She took the key out, and opened the door. It creaked, as she stepped into the dark store. She tried the lights, but they didnt work. "Pick out any gun. Im going to look for... Something..." Keya walked off to look for her father.
hello hello I know it's been a while baby {Zombie Post Apocalypse. Open.}
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"Hey watch wher-" Malix face froze into horror as he realized that the "boy" he had stumbled into was actually a Zombie. The undead monster reached its arms towards Malix, its eyes were sunken and skin had a sickly green hue to it. Maliz ducked and swung his feet low, sweeping the Zombie off its feet. He quickly got up and stomped the poor undead bastards brains out. He scraped the brain matter off his sneakers on the concrete and ran. "Huh, i guess all those years of watching Chuck Norris movies paid off." He heard more moans from behind him, and ducked into the closest shelter he could find.... Which just happened to be a gun shop.
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Stop the Roleplay! GUYS.
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OOC// Mk. Then where do we post?
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Oh oops..
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OOC: sorry do you want me to leave now?
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Oh ok! Sorry I misunderstand
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damn bro... thats cool though, sup dark as night
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We'll wait for you intro then
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Long boring intro. But please read.
Restarting Roleplay now.It started with a woman. The fatal plague soon spread across the world.
There were few survivors. One bite and you were gone. Survivors rose quickly, and fell just as quick.
The dead zombies were referred to as the Dead Ones, or the Dead Walkers.
They lurked at night, never in the day.
And then a message hacked through every computer, TV, anything electronic.
A simple static wave, with words spoken.
"If you are seeing this, you have survived. Come to New York City. "
The race began. People struggle against all the Dead Ones that have merged to the city.
Your struggle begins now.^RP Starts^
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It wasn't that boring.
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IC: Eshe and Aaron stood in their conquered territory of New York. The Macy's.
As Eshe rapidly shot most of the zombies, Aaron conquered the rest with his sword. They chopped away the Dead Ones.
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OOC// After all that? Well, ok... Cant we just keep going, but this time we head toward New York?
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That would be better..
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Ok
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Aw... *Sigh* Alright
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Amy walked along a barren street. Her knife was gripped tightly in her hand.