Brains & Guts: a RP

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You never really wanted this. Bodies littering the street, skeletons of animals, and those walking monstrosities that use to be people. The outbreak changed the world, and now you have to survive.

Welcome to the Apocalypse, stranger.

Yes, a zombie RP! Now you must make your way through cities, towns, and countryside without getting infected or killed. You must survive without getting bitten. That leads to you becoming a zombie. You have at your disposal all the tools one might find in the region of the world you chose.

The Rules are simple and put here:
1. No power-play
2. No sexual content (because it would be stupid fo a character to have a girlfriend when zombies are running about turning people into the infected.)
3. No weapons that are stupid and over-powered(because that is not fair for other players or the game master.)
4. You can switch weapons if you find one you like.

Ok how do we run this?

Charater Bios like this:

Name:
Gender:
Appearance:
Clothes:
Weapons(no more than two guns and one melee weapon):
Occupation(what job you had before the outbreak):
Short History:

If you break a rule, a strain of the virus infects you.

Post what your character does like this:

you aim for the head with your pistol, hoping to kill the thing in front of you.

Put OOCs in parentheses, like this:

(Is this guy all right?)

Understand?

Name: Wallourdes
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dashing
Clothes: Riot gear, protective clothing
Weapons(no more than two guns and one melee weapon): Shotgun, Hunting Rifle, Baton
Occupation(what job you had before the outbreak): Riot police
Short History: Was on active duty when the Apocalypse occurred, survived by holding vantage points.

As you walk through the streets, you hear footsteps and moaning behind and to the left of you. Slow, clumsy footsteps, like a wounded thing, and moaning like that of ghouls in the night. you know all too well what that could be. Zombies.

-I arm my Shotgun
-I scan my surrounding (where are the moans coming from? Where are higher grounds?)

three zombies behind you, two to the left. The highest ground outside a building is a dumpster fifteen meters right of you.

- I run to the dumpster and climb it
- I kneel, take aim at nearest zombie, fire at chest hight.

(How close together do they move and how fast?)

Before joining in fully, what will this RP be about? Action packed zombie killing, or a narrative of all the pains and occassional joys of living in a post-apocaliptic world?

(Not very close, and movement is sluggish.)

The shot hits one zombie in the head, blasting it off. The others still approaches, claws reaching out.

OOC: Oh well, let's see what happens =D

Name: Francisca
Gender: Female (if I'm RP'ing, I might as well go deep)
Appearance: She does her best to keep looking good as a way to keep a grip with her humanity and the life she had before. She tries washing herself and her clothes once a week, combs her short hair when it gets too messy, and ither little things I'll think about later.
Clothes: She wears a gray sports outfit, consisting on loose pants and a long-sleeved sweater. Underneath she has a black t-shirt. On her backpack she has some straight fit jeans and a leather jacket, which she uses when needing an extra layer of protection, when it's too cold at nights, or when her main clothing gets wet.
Weapons(no more than two guns and one melee weapon): She has a Swiss knife she uses for everyday surviving, an sturdy walking stick that serves as a blunt melee weapon that keeps her away from threats, and a revolver she scavenged from a corpse, which she learned to operate at the cost of a bunch of bullets and a lot of running. It has 5 bullets in it (the first shot is purposefully left blank, in the case of a misfire) and another 10 she keeps in a bag.
Occupation(what job you had before the outbreak): She was a biology college student, about to end her freshman year.
Short History: Um... next post. Will think about something in my sleep, I guess

-double timing shots, shooting at suspected clusters of zombies for spread damage. Nearest are priority.

All 4 of the remaining zombies are dead. Suddenly, Wallourdes realizes some one is arriving towards the spot of the shooting. He checks his ammunition. He suddenly notices that he has used up an eighth of his shells on only five zombies.
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Francissa heard loud shots nearby. A few walkers were already behind her. She did not want anymore, since then she would be screwed and become a zombie.

(By the way, you are in the south-west United States, namely Texas.)

-Look who's arriving at my location
-Reloading shotgun

OOC: Um... Texas. Ok, I guess I can make that work. And about the zombies... how fast they are? how smart? how much and what kind of damage can they soak up before dying? can they regenerate? are they the walking dead regular zombie, or something more like the I am Legend movie?
Short Story
Francisca spent most of her life in the New Jersey suburbs, about 40 minutes in bus from NYC. She is of Hispanic ethnicity from her maternal grandparents, and is named after one of them. She went to Texas through her university, accompanying a group of graduate students who went there to investigate a strange new disease that had been isolated at a hospital. It was there where she witnessed the downfall of society, and life as she knew it. Even though she received priority treatment at the beginning, eventually all sources of aid died out, and she had to fend by herself. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and after not dying for some time she had toughened up, and had found a purpose to her life: she would go back to NJ, find out about the whereabouts of her family, and look for secure human settlements where she could help with restoring human civilization in whatever way she could.

Francisca heard some gunshots nearby. That could mean only one thing: there was another human being in her vicinity. She knew better than giving herself away though, people could be more dangerous than zombies, and even though the times of angry mobs and rampant crime were over, the memories still gave her the creeps, and she saw any other people as a threat until proven otherwise, and that proof could take quite a while. She stepped on her bycicle and pedaled towards the source of the gunshots, giving a wide berth to the zombies. Unless they could outrun a bycicle, they didn't pose an inmediate danger.

OOC: Forgot to ask up there, is it a city, a town, or somewhere in the countryside?

OOC: The zombies are walking dead type. It takes place in a city.

Francissa saw a man with a shotgun crouching on a dumpster. Five walkers lay dead on the ground.
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Wallourdes looks around and sees a young woman nearby. Her hair is short and not very messy. She is on a bike.