Guess which zombie story this is based off of? Haha, I'm going to state this here and now: I'm sorry, but I won't be allowing anything but humans enter this thread. No super-natural beings, no undead or vampires, nothin' but hoomans. If you have questions or comments, PM me and we'll talk. ^_^ PM me to join!!

-Accepted Profiles-

Name: Zoey
Hair: Dark brown, shoulder length - keeps it up in a ponytail most of the time.
Eyes: Brown
Bio: She was a college student - she was first introduced to the undead after waking up one morning to the sound of pounding. She was saved by Bruce and Sal that day, and now travels with another group of survivors.
Picture: Zoey is the one on the left

Name: Reno
Hair: Bright red, extremely layered. He holds the longest part in the back into a ponytail.
Eyes: Green
Bio: He doesn't say much about his past, but it's obvious that he isn't the brightest part of the bunch. He's a bit flighty, and a bit of a loudmouth . . . but he's definitely one I'd keep alive. He can be useful. . . .
Appearance: Reno is very . . . unique.

Name: Vance
Hair: Layered navy hair that frames his face.
Eyes: Dark brown, verging on maroon.
Bio: Not much is said about his past (unless I missed it . . . I took this character over from someone else), but he's obviously a bit of a silent type. Not good at day to day things, he's more of a shooter - if someone sticks a weapon in his hands.
Appearance: Vance is one of the survivors.

name: Cadynce Walker
hair color: Blonde
eye color: Green
bio: Growing up in a small town in the north, Cadynce was pretty well sheltered from the first wave of zombies. But, when hey town was hit, nearly everyone died. Cadynce was left all alone and began to run, the horde chasing after her.
Also, she had a twin brother named Lyndom but he committed suicide a year before the horde came.

Name: Cora Evans
Age: 17

Thump. Thump.
She ignored the sound at first. But after hearing it for over an hour, Zoey finally groaned and got out of bed. Stepping over to her hotel-room door, the young woman raked her shoulder-length hair out of her face.
"What do you want?" she asked, cracking the door a few inches. Someone had been pounding on it for around fifty minutes relentlessly, and it was beginning to drive her insane. "It's three o'clock in the morning, physcho. Can't it wait, whatever it is?"
A hand shot into the crack, grasping her wrist and pushing the door open. Zoey was slammed back by the door, falling to the ground as the man tackled her backward.
"Help!" she screamed, holding the man's face away from her has he struggled to tear into her with his teeth. Zoey's arms trembled with strain as the pale woman kept the attacker at bay.
His face was bloody, his eyes completely crazed, and his hands raking against her maroon sweater and dark jeans as he tried to get a hold on her. There was something wrong with him; he was feral and animalistic, stronger than he should have been, and far more relentless.
"Somebody help me!"

Sally was going from door to door for room service, checking if the rooms needed cleaning (empty rooms seeing as its 3 am)
when she heard a scream, Sally followed the scream to a room where there was a man..raping a young girl, "HEY!" sally said to the man trying to pull him off of her, "get off!!!"
she continued screaming, Sally grabbed her shoe off her foot and went to hit the man in the head but the heal stuck in his head and blood went everywhere and he fell to the floor, "OH MY GOD" sally freaks she just killed a man..

The man rose back up to his feet and charged at the girls. Suddenly, his head exploded, brains flying everywhere. The two girls turned to the door to see a man standing there with a sawed-off shotgun. "And that makes 42" he says with a smile.

Sally was in the far corner of the room, coverd in blood, and scared to death!
the other girl was alright...I think...a man came in and blew the mans brains out sally got up and screamed "your a murderer!!" and tried hitting him with a shoe.

Bruce grabbed Sally by the arm. "Now is that any way to thank the man who jut saved your life? Besides, that guy was already dead."

he was CRAZY "get OFF ME" Sally says and pushes him, already dead? HA.
"how was he already dead? he was RAPING that poor girl!" sally punched the crazy man in the face and spit on his shoe and said " i am calling 911" and walked out the door.

"I wouldn't bother calling 911" Bruce said. "All of the phone lines are down, and this is why" Bruce pulled back the curtains covering the windows to show the city in chaos, zombies ripping people apart limb from limb.

I was shocked, "wha.." is all I could say..."what the hell happens now?" Sally demanded.

"Now, we get the hell out of here. Come on, I have a truck in the parking lot. We can make it there if we stick together."

sally grabb the girl that was attacked "come on sweety, come with us"
and we follow the man to his truck, normally sally would never trust him, but..with what is going on she has no choice.

Bruce, Sally, and Zoey all got into Bruce's truck. They drove off, only to see a crowd of zombies in their way. "Buckle your seatbelts!" Bruce shouted. He took off at top speed, plowing through the zombie hord. Bruce switched on the windsheld wipers to clean off all the guts and blood.

(I have to go. please don't continue without me)

((sorry, I have to catch myself up to you guys! LOL, I'm gone for a few seconds, and look what happens!))

Zoey was relieved when the woman came to help her. Together they were able to overpower the man that was attacking her, and they stared in shock as the shoe the woman had didn't kill him.
"Isn't he supposed to die when that happens?"
The zombie recovered and charged at the two girls, only to be killed by a shotgun blast. Silently, Zoey cheered in her heart. As she stared at the dead corpse, the two others pulled her to her feet and headed outside.
It was horrible. Chaos everywhere, people ripping other people apart - Zoey's expression hardened. When they climbed into the truck, she leaned over to Bruce.
"You have any guns to spare?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"I've got dozens in the back of my truck" Bruce said with a smile. "Feel free to take your pick."

Zoey nodded curtly, and fixed her long dark hair into a ponytail before crawling over to look out of the back window.
"Anything my size that you'd suggest?" the student cleared her throat, and turned around to sit back down.

Bruce momentarly looked back. "I suggest the Barreta .9mm. Holds 16 rounds and requires very little maintence. Just remember, shoot them in the head."

"Great," Zoey smiled shakily. "You'll have to point it out to me when we stop." She looked from the man to the woman sitting next to her. "I'm Zoey," she said, zipping up her light maroon sweater. "What are your names?"

"The name's Bruce. A pleasure to meet you" Bruce shook Zoey hand. Bruce pulled over to a gas station. He went around to the back of the truck and handed the gun to zoey. "Now, squeeze the trigger, dont pull it." Bruce took out an M-16 and a machete. "We should probably get some supplies. we should check the 7-Eleven, if it hasn't been raided already."

Following Bruce to the back of the truck, Zoey glanced around warily. No zombies in sight. But she knew they would show up at a moment's notice. Taking the gun from the man, she made sure the clip was in right and messed around with the weapon. Thank God I know how to do this, she thought. All of those shooting lessons with Pa really paid off.
"7-Eleven? There food in there?" Zoey asked, sticking the gun in the back of her pants. "I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. I was too busy studying for my finals." Which don't matter any more, unless this is all a dream. "This isn't a dream, is it?"

"More like a living nightmare" Bruce said. Bruce, Zoey, and Sally all entered the store. "Grab as much as you can, but nothing that needs to be refrigerated."

Zoey complied, inching around corners and racks with her gun ready. "You guys doing alright?" she called out, peeking behind the counter.
The woman snagged a few bags of jerky, some chips, and a bottle of water, shoving them all in her pockets and under her arms. As a last second thought, the college student grabbed a Snickers bar and shoved it into her mouth, carrying it that way.
"I'm going out to the truck," Zoey shouted, but it came out sounding more like: "Ahm gowa ow to duh truh."
Stepping outside of the 7-Eleven, she dumped her stash into the back of Bruce's truck, pausing to open her candy bar. On her way back in, she failed to see the red eyes staring at her from beside the door.

Sally saw the zombie right beside zoey, and before he could attack her she grabbed her other shoe and stuck it in the zombies eye"ahhhh" sally yelled and stabbed it -she didn't have a gun yet-
"hurry zoey hoot him!" she yelled, poking him in the eye only helps for so long.

Hearing Sally's outburst, Zoey dropped whatever she was doing and scrambled for her gun, which was conviniently shoved in the back of her pants. Pulling it out, she fired once, twice, and a third time, hitting the undead only twice.
Staring at the dead man, the student slowly stepped over and grabbed Sally's arm. "Thank you." Her brown eyes still locked on the twitching form in front of her, Zoey shuddered. "This is the end of the world, isn't it?" she said, frowning. "What are we doing alive?"
Brushing a stray strand of brown hair out of her face, Zoey sighed. "What are we supposed to do now?" She looked back to the store, seeking Bruce. Maybe the large man had a plan.

Bruce came back out of the store holding a large bag of food. "Well, looks like you two got your first kill." Bruce put the food in the truck and began to fill the gas tank. "I figured we would make our way to the coast, get on a boat, and sail to the carribean. We should be safe on the islands."

"Just what I need," Zoey smiled a bit, "A long vacation. Some sunny islands sound nice."
Looking over to Sally, the college student sighed. "Maybe I'll get a tan for the first time in years," she laughed. "I am always too busy studying." She let her brown eyes linger on the corpse before her. "A lot of good that did me, huh? Math just doesn't fit into something like this, does it?"
Snagging her fallen Snicker's bar, she shook her head. "I'ma go grab another one of these. Anyone want anything while I'm in there?"

"No thanks but be quick" Bruce said. "Those gunshots of your are sure to attract more zombies."