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| 13 Aug 2012 06:29 PM |
The first reports began about six months ago, in some rural part of Argentina, for weeks it slipped by unnoticed by the rest of the world, just another disease outbreak in some backwater third world country. Soon stories of "Rampant Ca.nnibalism" and "D.rug-frenzied c.ults" started appearing in the various newspapers, the world took notice when Brazil declared that a plague was running rampant throughout the south, it's cities were placed under martial law and a third of the country was placed under quarantine. All this did was cause a panic that quickened the spread of the disease. A week later, it was in the Liberia, after that, Cambodia, then Iran, Russia, the Balkans and China.
South America was plunged into darkness as all sense of order and stability crumbled, hordes of the walking dead ravaged city after city, country after country. Central America and Mexico were next. The European Union was disbanded as each nation prepared to weather the onslaught. Small scale conflicts broke out all over the globe, Taiwan and China had a limited nuclear exchange, each one blaming another for the plague, Poland and Russia had skirmishes against each other's borders and Pakistan and India were shooting anyone that crossed the border.
About a month ago the Internet and most forms of communication were shut down, then came the mass evacuations and the government abandoning it's people. You live in eastern Canada, in the small province of Nova Scotia. Lucky for you, the evac boats left early and you missed them. Your car busted some vital part a few miles back and you are left with nothing more than what's in your back pack and pockets. You are in a rural part of the province, farms and fields plaster the land and two long mountains enclose you on either side. You haven't seen anyone for days, and the whole area has an abandoned, empty feel. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CS Name: A.ge: Appearance: Bio(Optional): Other: ---------------------------------- Stuff you have
-A crowbar -A hatchet -A hard plastic bottle of water -Flash light -Small medical kit -Pack of ci.garettes -Zippo lighter -Your dog (Dave) -Some cash -Bag of trailmix
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:34 PM |
Name:Jack potter A.ge:16 Appearance:looks like my avatar Bio(Optional): Other:As a kid he was abandoned he was left to survive on his own and scared for his life...He is now a lonesome fighter |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:36 PM |
CS Name: John Wilks A.ge: 30 Appearance: Dark brown jacket, black jeans, checkered shoes Bio(Optional): As A boy, he was in an orphanage. He is Bold, and stubborn.Dont expect him to work with you unless you have supplies. Other: Male caucasuian |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:37 PM |
| (Accepted you may start :D) |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:38 PM |
| Hm.. Thats just great. I've gotta get to the nearest evac center... |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:40 PM |
(What evac centers are there?)
Dave, stop! *Dave is running off* Gosh darnit... |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:42 PM |
| *Dave runs into fog, I pursue* DAVE! |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:44 PM |
| *sees figure and takes out crowbar* STOP!!!! |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:45 PM |
I see a figure and take out my crowbar. I yell "Stop!", at the top of my voice.
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:46 PM |
| (Theres only 1 buts its been invaded but it still has supplies) |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:49 PM |
| Whoa whoa...Dave... *Dave runs into on coming car but lives* DAVEEEE! |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:51 PM |
| "Whoa, whoa. Dave...," I say as he runs into an oncoming car, hanging onto live by a single thread. "Daaave!" I scream, filled with horror. |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:52 PM |
*life
GRAMMATICAL ERROR
ACTIVATE FACEPALM |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:53 PM |
| Rushes to Figure and taps on back and whispers "Who are you?" |
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| 13 Aug 2012 06:54 PM |
CS Name: Andrew Paulter A.ge: 20 Appearance: Navy blue shirt, dirty white sweater, green cargos and black shoes. He has buzz-cut hair and gray eyes. Large scar showed on his calf. Bio(Optional): Massive earthquake destroyed his house and family when he was only 8, leaving him with a large cut on his calf. An uncle took him and trained him because of his emaciated body. Other: Uncle taken to jail and eventually executed, Andrew took on the world. |
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| 13 Aug 2012 07:00 PM |
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"What is that barking?" I ask myself. After walking a bit of a distance, I see a dog figure lying on the ground and 2 other figures. I quickly take out my crowbar and arm myself. |
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| 13 Aug 2012 07:02 PM |
| Sees but ignores "He must be looking for trouble" |
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| 13 Aug 2012 07:06 PM |
I take more steps and see that a dog has been run over. I throw down my crowbar and run immediately to the dog, ignoring the other two figures.
When I get there, I give some aid to the dog. The collar says, "Dave." |
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| 13 Aug 2012 07:07 PM |
Dave barks and turns his head to the original owner.
I stand up, confused.
"Who are you?" I ask. |
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| 13 Aug 2012 07:09 PM |
| Sticks crowbar in backpack and step around from the man"My names jack,Jack potter" |
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| 13 Aug 2012 07:12 PM |
"How long have you been here?" I ask.
I quickly put my crowbar and medical kit back into my backpack. |
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| 13 Aug 2012 07:15 PM |
| "Just for a couple minutes. we need to get out of here haven't you heard? there's a invasion there flesh eating things i call them walkers they could be mutating or anything!" |
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| 13 Aug 2012 07:16 PM |
| "I...I.." is all I can say. |
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| 13 Aug 2012 07:17 PM |
| "Dave..." I cry as mixed emotions fill my mind. I pick up the small, barely alive dog, and weep. |
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