World war Z (zombie survival)

You are a part of a huge conflict between humanity and zombies. This conflict stretchs everywhere...In the world...from every continent, to every city and town, right down to your street.
What can you do to end these horrible ghouls, these terrifying things that will not stop until there brain
is pudding on the ground by your hands.

The zombies have the following traits:
- They will only die when there brain is destroyed, and ONLY when the brain is destroyed.
-They are not fast(sorry Left 4 dead fans) and just shuffle towards you, they do come in numbers
and remember, they will only die from the destruction of the brain
-Zombies do not reconize the enviroment around them. Simply standing on the top of a building next
to a building fill of zombies will make them rush toward you and fall to the ground below. They will only
notice you and will do everything in their power to make sure that they get to you.
-Zombies can infect you. If you are bitten, you will become a zombie within 24 hours. If you are infected
the best option is to take a gun, load one bullet in it, pray to god to allow you into heaven, and pull the
trigger with the gun to your head.

Character rules:
-No magical things allowed. Sorry.
-You can have two Characters.
- You will begin with a pistol and with the clothes on your back. You should find shelter immetiatly and
make it into a fortress.

I will provide more information as soon as two or more people join.

Name: Ryan Mosbey (male)
Age: 15
Occupation before infestation: worked at the sports shop in his town mall
Skill(s) or talent: he is very agile and stealthy
Physically:He have shaggy long blond hair and bright green eyes, he is usually smiling or laughing. He is 5 foot 6 with a slight build. and a handsome face
Weapon of choice: he likes to use 2 machine guns but when out of amo he uses 2 dual swords.
Main local: Dicks sporting goods in Brownsville NY
Personality- He is funny and sweet though can put his foot in his mouth a lot

well, against my better judgement, I have succumbed to the zombie stroybook, god...

I'll join.

anyhow

what next? need more info.

Peace,
God

Character sheet:

Name:
Age:
Occupation before infestation:
Skill(s) or talent:
Physically:(picture can be used)
Weapon of choice:
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Name: Dave Brooks
age: 19
occupation before infestation: A Blockbuster employee
Skill(s) or talent: Watched any zombie movie and is has the high score in House of dead arcade.
Physically: Has brown blondish hair and wears thick framed glasses. Always wears a tie. Is not that
strong but can hold up pretty well in a fight.
Weapon of choice: Machete and Magnum.
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Main location: In the local town of Brownsville New York. the population is 4,304...or at least,
before the infestation. We will begin two hours after the zombies have taken over the town.
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Name: William MacFae

Age: 22

Occupation: Wal-Mart employee

Skills/Talents: was a college wrestling star before dropping out, is still physically competent, but a bit out of shape.

Physical: longish almost jet black hair that is combed back, at all times. is short, but stocky, wears blue jeans and a light leather jacket, and a pair of engineer boots he took from his old mans closet after his entire family was turned into zombies.

Weapon of Choice: theoretically, a double barreled,rocket-launcher-machinegun combo, with laser sighting, but in actuality, he has a Colt 45. and a spade(shovel)

Main Location, unless its a problem, at the local walmart in ... Brownsvill, NY

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keep in mind, if ya like shot-guns, one shot of buck shot will not take the head off a zombie, you will need two or three, now if oyu use slugs, you might be able to take the head off a zombie... just maybe...

regular bullets would do basically nothing to kill a zombie, but zombies, posessing the same organs and muscles n stuff as us, are also vulnerable to getting there feet shot out form under them, so they will help to slow it down, if you use hollow-point bullets, they will kill a zombie no problem, one hit.

suggest using gun to shoot zombie & disable said undead, and then smash it to death with shovel/mallet/chop with machete,

Peace,
God

Name: Genvieve Borde

Age: 16

Occupation: She works at a local cafe.

Skills/Talents: She's quite quick and agile. She's good at sneaking around.

Appearance: Long curly red hair, pale but not unhealthily so, small but svelte, weird blue violet eyes, and very lithe. Her normal attire is skinny jeans and a tank top with flats. She wears dark green, violet, or black.

History: Her entire family was wiped out by the zombies. Actually, only she and her mother survived. but, her mother couldn't handle the hunted lifestyle and she committed suicide.Genvieve learned vital survival skills by fending for herself.

Personality: She's very tough, bold and ambitious. She's also quite flamboyant and frank to the point of rudeness.

Weapon of Choice: She uses an old carbine most of the time but she found an ancient sword at an antique store and she's been trying to use that.


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Sighs as I look up at the morning dawn. always loved them. always felt-
"uhhh...."
always felt-
"uuuuhhhh..."
alwa-
"uh_GRAAAH!!-
Lowers the magnum and looks at my handiwork from the roof of the blockbuster I worked at.
As I was saying, always felt at peace here. even when theres 30 zombies below me looking for
a way to get to me.
It's not so bad as you might think. tries to open a bag of cheeto's with my hands and then resorts to
using my teeth.
So...Have about 6 rounds left....thats about....6 zombies down instantly, then I would have to climb
down and quickly get to my car and turn the engine on.
....
yeah. Perfect.

Ryan ran through the store loading a bag with necessacities. Ryan knew he had little time before the zombies broke the glass on the ceiling and they would be in here. he had several bags each filled with things he would need. he had one for food, survival supplies and was know in the hunting gear section getting various guns and knifes. When it was full he went and grabbed the others and then right before he was about o leave got an idea. He went back and got 5 cans of oil and 5 flare guns and hoisted him self into an air duct. Ryan climbed through and in to the store over the walmart. He jumped out and then ran to the roof. He got up and saw all the zombies on the roof over. he shoot a flare there way them and got there attention. They saw him and then limped over.not noticing the gap they all fell to the ground. Ryan quickly then grabbed a knife and peeled open the oil cans and poured them onto the zombies. then he shoot the four remaining flares catching them on fire and then all burned to a crisp.
Ryan ran back to the door and then when he was halfway down he saw a man in his early 20s blocking his path.

Name: Tristan Erikson
Age: 19
Occupation before infestation: musician
Skill(s) or talent: Ambidextrous, has very quick hands that allow him to fight well in close quarters.
Physically: http://thecia.com.au/reviews/w/images/wanted-5.jpg
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Weapon of choice: Carries an M-4 carbine that he looted off of a dead soldier, but his preferred weapons are his pistols. He carries two and has become very adept at using them both at the same time.

I slid my two pistols back in their cases as i examined the twenty zombies scattered on the ground around me. I almost laughed at how easy it had been.

Its sort of a mixed blessing I supose. Its getting easier for me to kill them, but with each one I'm losing a little bit of my humanity, I thought.

I stepped over the bodies of the zombies and went into the police station. I left my pistol in its sheath because if there were any zombies they would have come out when the fight started. I went through all of the rooms, looking for ammo, food, or any other supplies that could be useful. What i found i dumped on the floor of the main reception room. Two blankets, a knife, three boxes of 9mm shells, two heavy jackets, and six pack of beer. I wasnt surprised at the lack of loot, this would have been one of the first places looted. Iput the ammo in my bag and grabbed one of the coats before leaving. It was almost dark and i would need to find some shelter high up if I wanted to avoid the zombies and get any sleep.

Name: Jason Rowe
Age: 17
Occupation before infestation: He worked at a movie theatre.
Skill(s) or talent: He was an athlete on the high school team, and competed in everything from sprints to distance to field events. So running away from zombies is no problem for him.
Physically: He has shaggy brown hair and blue eyes, he's tall and lanky and wears a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt.
Weapon of choice: He wouldn't mind a chainsaw, shotgun or something they use in a b-grade zombie flick, but at the moment all he's got is a baseball bat, and it appears to be disappointingly ineffective when it comes to killing the zombies.

Name: Ballow

Age: 17

Occupation before infestation: Highschooler

Skill(s) or talent: Loves to shoot the bow and arrow

Physically:(picture can be used)
http://shinne.deviantart.com/art/Red-Wall-85734737
http://kagaminoir.deviantart.com/art/Red-Angel-72583823

Weapon of choice: Bow and Arrow.

*You do realise that if you commit suicide you go to hell, according to the bible ^^*

I awoke from my short nap and looked at the walmart in the distance and saw a bright light coming from it.
The zombies that surrounded the building looked at the light and groaned.
Now is the time to go.
I quickly lowered the ladder to the roof and went down to the ground. I ran to my sedan and climbed
into the car.
I started the engine and was about to reverse when a hand began to beat against my glass. I looked
out the window and saw a zombie that I reconzie from my old life.
I lower the window and shot my ex-girlfriend in the face.
"Tottles!" I shouted and drove off.

the lights of the Wal-mart had been out for hours, and right now, at least, it was quiet. undead things... monsters... zombies, really, I mean, what the hell? a zombie apocalypse, In my backyard?!

he slowly turns the corner on one of the Aisles, a frozen food section, and comes face to face with another one of thsoe abominations. Swinging the spade high, it connects with the zombies head, which said zombie crumples to the ground, temporarily stunned. Another zombie quickly brings up the rear of the downed one, so William pulls out the pistol that was moments ago shoved into the waistband of his jeans, and shoots the other one several times in the forehead, only stopping when the clip ran out.

the corpse of that zombie falls to the ground. and Will continues to bash the brains out of the one on the grounds brains into a bloody pulp.

His arms are sore form doing this repetedly, and he is almost out of clips for his pistol, only two left.

he makes his way to the sporting goods section of the store, without much conflict. figuring that it didnt matter anymore, he smashes open the gun case, and surveys the available weaponry.

A double barreled shotgun,which only provided two shots before reloading, but with both barrels is capable of destroying a zombie per blast.

a pump-action shot gun, with room for five shells. common shot gun,

a high powered hunting rifle... easily the most expensive gun in the store, semi-auto fire, with a clip size of 15 rounds. scope included.

A small 22 rifle, useless for zombies, really, but light and fast,

he decided to go with the pump action shotgun, and digging under the counter, he quickly finds what he has been looking for, the stores supply of slugs for shotgun use.

"damn, no hollow points," he laughs to himself, half crazy, put he does find mreo rounds for his Colt, enough to last him till he can actually get to real sporting goods store, or a police station.

now for one more thing... machetes? no... too cliche... he heads over to the gardening section, past the shovels, past the rakes, past the sledgehammers, to the.... axes. he quickly chooses a medium size chopping axe with a broad head for splitting large logs, hbut it will do just fine for zombies...

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Peace all,
God

Ballow

Ballow turned Jason over the movie ticket counter, "You work here?"

Jason nodded and replied, "Yeah, good money. You seeing anything?"

"Ahh, well . ." Ballow stared at the list for a few moments, "Yeah, that movie you know the Jim Carey one?"

Jason wrinkled up his brow, "Yes Man?"

"Yeah, man! That's it! Thanks, anyways . . . You hear the people talk about movies, right?" Ballow asked after glancing at the heay line of people standing behind him.

Jason nodded, "Yea, why?"

"Ahh, just wondering if they said Yes Man was a good movie, is it?" Ballow asked. A man behind him shouted, "Move! There's a line!"

Jason ignored him and replied, "Well, that depends on what movies you lik-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" someone screamed.

Zombies entered the room like a flood, tumbling around the ground and brushing against peoples feet; coming in wave and frothing at the mouths. Several other people screamed and Ballow moaned, "So, no movie."

"Nah, dude, no movie." Jason replied jumping the counter and beginning to run.