The world has slowly become infected with a strange virus that bring the dead back to life wanting flesh to eat. While some countries have prevented it spreading by closing borders others arn't so lucky. So far all of south america, central america, mexico, and all of america besides half of washington state, europe, most of asia, besides sibera and other baren cold reigons, africa and austrailia are infected. New zealand, antartica, greenland, pacific islands, canada, Alaska, and half of washington state are currently infection free. While few survivors are left the ones still standing are headed north. Between zombie humans, zombie animals, and your 'fellow' humans you might not make it, you've made it this far, you've made it to Seattle(Washington). (with or without someone)

But for how long?

**Everyone I have roleplayed before, but this is my first self made one. I know this has been done before, but I love zombie apocalyptic roleplaying.**

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(1) Follow Mene's TOS
(2) PM me Profiles
(3)No GODMODDING.
(4)No killing other players even yourself without my permission.
(5)No one-liners please, I understand writer's block so I will not be very harsh but still, if you can't say more than one sentence, wait until you CAN.
(6) No text talk. Misspellings are okay if they are not in abundence but try to type correctly.
(7)Do not make more than two characters.
(8) Do not type in first person, it is annoying, hard to understand, and not as formal.
(9) Be creative! Have fun!

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Here is the link http://www.menewsha.com/forum/commun...eplay-occ.html

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Name: Chris White
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Weapons: saw-off shotgun, combat knife, two sig saucer .38 pistols, brass nuckles and self made pipe bombs.
Personality: Proud, calm, intellegent.
Skills: Survival skills, MMA training, Combat training, and survey
Short summary(optional): Right out of high school I joined the marines, after 5 year tour I cam home and trained in MMA. Soon when the infection spread I raided a pawn shop, got in my car and headed north.
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Group or single: single
Owner:Luke1488

Name: Lucifer D. Myers
Age: 18
Gender: male
Weapons:Machete,Sniper rifle, Grenades, and a Magnum
Personality: Soldier-like but kind
Skills: Military training,Survival training, Hunting skills, Survival instincts
Short summary(optional): Lost his Entire family when the infection broke out when he was 16. Runs alone and Rarly patchs up with anyone.
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Group or single: Single
Owner: Andraus

Name: Dawn Pheonix
Age: 39
Gender: Woman
Weapons: Pocket Knife, Pistol, 2 Brass Knuckles.
Personality: Fiesty, Bad Mouth.
Skills: Fighting, Swearing.
Short summary(optional): Been through sh*t all her life.
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Group or single: Single
Owner: Emkq

Name: Matthew Emerson
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Weapons: Beretta M92FS,Combat Knife,M4A1 Assult Rifle.S&W M629 Magnum.
Personality:Ambitious,Receptive,Friendly,Easy going,Cooperative.
Skills:Knife Skills,Gun Skills.
Short summary(optional): Matthew was at home when the virus outbreak happened.He’s
wasn’t sure what was going on at first but after meeting he’s first zombie he knows it's not good.He’s been trying to find other people who can explain what's happening.
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Group or Single: Single
Player: ~Adeline_Felicie~

Name: Ian Eckert
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Weapons: MP5, fire axe, Desert Eagle
Personality: Friendly, but professional
Skills: Special Forces training specializing in stealth tactics and building penetration techniques
Short summary(optional): Was part of the British S.A.S. team that was sent to America to assist American forces with safely escorting the President from his house in Vermont to the evac locationat the White House. The mission was successful, but Ian was seperated from his unit and has been stuck in America, using his training to survive. Is heading for the north in hopes of getting a ride back home.

Group or single: Single
Owner: Graxdon

(Well I might as well start since its been a day or two.)

Chris pulled into the little gateway guarded by police, national guard and millita's.
They actually have a sort of order here. chris thought as he drove through. He stopped at a road block, a national guard man walked up to him. Chris rolled down his window. "Drive through and take a left, you will see down that stretch 3 different car lots owned by private millitas. You pay them, they guard your car. Doing anything else is stupid and we can't help you if it gets stolen. I suggest you get ready to leave again soon to, in two nights we're going to abandon." he said and then walked off before chris could even say anything. The road block was moved and chris drove foward and took a left.

The first lot, had 4 cars and 12 armed men stationed. Chris pulled in. The smallest one came up to him. "Greetings traveler. Im guessing you want to park your car?" said the man.
"Thats right. What do you charge?" said chris.
"Well it depends, we just ask what you have."
"How about a gun."
The man grinned. "lets see it" he said with a little more perk.
chris pulled out pulled out a automatic .22 machine gun.
"Now listen, im going to give this to you, i can leave my car here until everyone abbandons and you are not allowed to touch it. agreed?" said chris firmly.

The man grinned even bigger. "Deal."
Chris parked his car, and suited up. He put on his backpack with his pipe bombs he made in it. Holstered two sig saucer .38 pistols. Sheathed his combat knife and carried his saw-off shotgun around with him. With his brass nuckles in his pocket.
He walked through the city. Looking around for something interesting.

"on the count of three....one....two.....THREE!" fires at the Militia a the armory then goes insdie and starts raiding each and everyone of the racks ,pileing weaponns, rations, Ammo, clothing, and body armor into bags then goes to my jeep

She walks down the street, Her hands in her pockets, while holding a pocketknife in her pocket. She sees the action over there, She walks away from the scene there.

"Hm." chris looked over at a man raiding whatever he could. "You have military experience, you should be ashamed of yourself." Chris pointed his one of his pistols at the man's heart. "I don't miss. Drop your s**t. NOW!"

She looks at the pointing gun at the mans heart, She backflashes, her eyes widen, she rubs her eyes, her eyes turn normal. She runs now.

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She puts her back on a building, breathing hard a bit. peeking her head around the corner, watching them. she act's quiet.

Chris hears a sound, quickly sees a flash of a woman running behind a corner. He quickly looks back at the man. "I see you woman, I suggest you leave here soon." he said still staring at the man.

"I SAID DROP THE GUN!" he screamed.

she leaves now, She goes in her apartment, she locks her door, she goes to her bedroom fast now.
she grabs her pistol, she opens the window, she points it carefully.

"one ....two....three!"throws a Dud grenade by the man

Originally Posted by Andraus

"one ....two....three!"throws a Dud grenade by the man

(who? people get confused at me, because sometimes i look like a dude.)

[um luke.....I read your profile I know your a girl]

Chris shoots the man on the shoulder. He falls. Chris then picks up the grenade. "hm, dud?" he throws it away and disarms the man. He ties up the shoulder and packs up the guns and ammo, he walks away with almost everything.

Chris travelled down a few blocks. He comes up to a army truck where officers are eating and throws the stuff down. Chris walks away before they say anything. He hears them yelling far behind him but keeps walking.

I need some food. he thought as he walked past some apartments and saw the woman from before looking at him through a window. She had a pistol in her hand. He waved for her to come down and smiled.

She puts her gun down, She shout this; "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THERE?".

Chris looked up and gave her a big grin. "I took care of it, come down so we don't have to yell!" he chuckled.[COLOR="Silver"]

Cuts the ropes off my hands "Asshole....."gets in my car and rives around looking for the ear then sees a army truck bpacknig it away and I shoot each of them in the head with a Berreta left in the car "tahts taken care of...."loads up the gear and the food and start driving out the city

She grabs her rope, she ties it to the door handle tightly, she slides down it, landing herself on the ground. she tugs the rope, it comes down, she twists it up and puts it in her shoulder-bag, she goes near him now, she puts her gun in her shoulder-bag."Aha, What was that anyway? I just got here, someone told me to come here... i don't know who though."

Chris looked at her. "Nothing I couldn't take care of. Say, whats your name anyways?"

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((Hey guys please read the rules. Little things like speaking in thrid person would be nice.))

"Names Dawn, Dawn Phoenix, whats yours?"

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(sorry, i hate talking 3rd person.)

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(I fixed em' sorry.)

drives back to the armory and loads up the last of the supplies then starts the car and picks up his Berreta

"Chris white." he said cheerfully. "You want to get something to eat togeth-"
Chris heard a sound someplace close.
He unholstered his pistol and pointed in the direction. A sick looking dog slowly comes out of the shadows. It breathes in a weezing sound. Chris, still pointing the gun, comes closer. The dog had several bite marks on its hind leg, it was bleeding badly. The dog jumped towards chris in a snarl ready to bite.
Chris shot it in the head in mid-air. He fell on is butt.

"*pant*zombie... *pant* dog..." he said in deep breaths.

she stares at the dog now, she cry saying this. "Poor dog." she puts out her hand, helping him up.

He looks outside the city walls and sees a Hord of infected coming then he goes to the two people he saw before "HEY GET IN THE TRUCK WE GOT A HELL LOAD OF INFECTED COMING INTO THE CITY" he shouted thanking god his Veichle of Choice was a Jeep with Turbo

she runs near the car, she grabs the side of the car, she jumps on, she swings on the seat, i call out to chris; "C'MON! LETS GO!"

"But my car!" He had most of his belongings besides some food and water.