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| 19 Aug 2012 07:25 PM |
YOUR CURRENT CHARACTER SHEET. THERE IS NO CHANGING IT NOW.
Your eyes flutter open. Before anything, you remember your name: Braden
Slowly, you get up. You are covered in dust and various rubble. More memories come flooding back, like where you were before you passed out: I was in a boat before I passed, I don't know why I was passed out. Chicago harbor is where I am.
A broken shard of glass is right next to where you woke up. you look at it, looking over your appearance (Include Gender, Clothing, Eye Color, Hair Color, Height, Weight, Blah Blah Blah):Male, brown hair, green and blue eyes, 6'0". Black hoodie, blue jeans, red shirt. Black and neon green shoes.
More things come to mind, like what you did before you got to this wretched place. (Bio):Is it optinal? (Yes, it is)
Finally, you realize where you were heading before you blacked out (If you payed any attention whatsoever you should know this):DC, to go on my vaction.
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:31 PM |
All right.
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You have a throbbing headache. Slowly, your head turns. You are drenched in disgusting-looking water, lying down on the path leading to the Marina. Nearby, you see a ship, crashed into the path behind you. It appears to have been yours. |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:33 PM |
Look into the ship, and grab anything useful.
(BTW, my way will be stealth.) |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:34 PM |
| The ship is in quite a mess, jagged metal protruding in all directions. But you can see one thing of great use very quickly: A titanium crowbar, in a busted-open crate marked from Soviet Russia. |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:36 PM |
| Why would there be a Soviet Russia crate in my ship? |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:38 PM |
| That fact does strike you as very odd. Suddenly, you hear the cocking of a revolver. Right behind your head. |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:42 PM |
| You see a person pointing a revolver at you. He is so suprised by you turning he fires and misses, the shot making a hole in the aluminum sided boat. "Damn, that was my last bullet... I mean uh..." |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:43 PM |
| I disarm him, he was suprised. |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:45 PM |
| Grabbing the gun out of his hand with little problem, he steps back. "Theres no bullets, I just explained that. Stupid." he says, staring at you angrily. He is a white male, a few inches shorter than you. There is a small knife on his belt, which he now has his left hand on. He looks very dirty, like he hasn't bathed for weeks... Or just took a bath in the dirty lake water. |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:49 PM |
| He pulls the knife just as you thrust your foot out into his chest. He swings his arms madly as he falls into the water. His head surfaces. "NO! SAVE ME! YOU DON'T KNOW WHATS DOWN HERE!" He says. The water is not very deep at all, so he has no trouble with drownding. Out of the corner of your eye, you see... something lurking towards him as he struggles with the mud. |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:52 PM |
| As your hand reaches out, he screams in pain. You get a better look at what was in the water: A shirtless male, blue jeans, his flesh beggining to rot. He is grabs the man's right arm and sinks his broken teeth into it. |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:53 PM |
| I figure out it was too late. "Damnit!" |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:55 PM |
The man screams some more, untill he is slowly pulled down, gurgling and blood emmiting from his wound. The beast that assulted him begins to feast on his flesh, obviously not restricted to breathing.
(Zombies cant swim, just walk on the bottom of a body of water. They decompose much faster underwater.) |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:56 PM |
I continue to walk.
(Will me and Mark meet?) |
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| 19 Aug 2012 07:58 PM |
(No. Plus, mark is taking the Bandit route.)
You finally come to the base of the Marina. There is a snack bar , "Jim's Pretzel dogs", {Come try the finest creation of Chicago! The hot dog wrapped in a pretzel!}
There is the dead body of a zombie slouched against it, his head smashed in by some sort of brute force.
(Did you get the crowbar?) |
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| 19 Aug 2012 08:00 PM |
| Go back to get the crowbar. (Thanks.) |
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| 19 Aug 2012 08:02 PM |
| (I would like atleast for my character to see mark's person.) |
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| 19 Aug 2012 08:02 PM |
(No problem. As it turns out, Crowbars are very usefull, especially the titanium ones. They can open doors, crates, locked cars, windows, and the skulls of the undead!)
You hear a few gunshots in the distance, coming from the city. |
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| 19 Aug 2012 08:07 PM |
(LOLGOTTOGONOW.)
(And since i got school tommorow untill noon, i wont be back until... Noon.)
You see a park bench. It is covered in dried blood. |
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