The Walking Dead

[Rayleonarde]

Ray was seated in a small lawn chair atop a small convenience store, rifle in his lap. He knew he had five or six .22LR bullets. Not enough to live forever, but just enough to survive.

[Dubaku]

Name: Dubaku

Age: 20

Species: African Wild Dog

Weight: 210

Gender: Male

Height: 6'2"

Personality: Random, sort of a keep-to-himself kinda guy, will not shy from a fight.   

Weapons: Dual Kpingas, Custom Uzi.

Fighting Style: Mixed

Clothing: Red T-Shirt, Black leather jacket, faded slate jeans, copper Timberlands

Build: Brawnier than average, muscular

Abilities: Vast knowledge of aeronautics, good at hunting, utilizes his environment, able to do heavy lifting, experienced metalworker 

[Wolxikin]

(Out of interest what kind of environment is this? Like a wasteland type deal or more a deserted cities kind of thing?))

[Farewell]

(I'm positive it's Like the show walking dead, abandoned cities, and such...)

[Aconitum]

((Yeah, the ruined city setting, but honestly it's all up to you

[Jacob Hail]

(Ill make a character sheet for this when I get the time.)

[Aconitum]

((No rush ^^))

[warfox]

*warfox slowly enters a convince store hoping to find some provisions, as he is searching through the isles he finds a walker occupied by something else he slow approaches the creature going unnoticed he silently dispatches it with his berretta*

[Wolxikin]

Blu was at an old abandoned warehouse carrying wood to barricade the doors

[Jacob Hail]

Name: Andrew
Age: 22
Species: Tiger Shark
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 160ish
Apperance: Dark gray skin with black strips going along his back and arms. Muscled build, but more defined then bulky.
Clothing: Loose black cargo pants, black tanktop, brown steel toed work boots, black lensed goggles, leather shoulder and fore arm guards, and brown flame resistant gloves. Occasionally wears a gas mask that hangs from his side.
Weapons: Custom built flamethrower (can shoot about 70 meters), Molotovs, AR-15 that hangs from the flamethrower tanks, and a Ruger .45 handgun that sits in a shoulder holster.
Abilities: Strong, sturdy, highly intelligent and resourceful (can react fast is dire situations, come up with quick plans in the spot, and, being a past engineer, can build things simply from scratch.
Personality: Best way to describe it is calmly psychotic and obsessive compulsive. He has a mission to purge the dead from the city by fire, and will do anything to fullful it. While he wont outright attack someone, he has almost no regard for life, and will gladly engulf anybody who get in his way in flames.

[London The Wolf.]

I watch the city below me scanning with my rifle. Seeing a pair of figures over another two men integrating another I take my shots. Felling the two men seeing the third get up and turn around I nod. Now changing position my work never done. I watch this city I try to keep good people safe and bad ones dead. I don't kill lightly but if I know the people are bad I won't hesitate to kill. Even in the aftermath I still fight for the right. Unlike so many others. My new position taken up I see someone stalking about down in the store killing a walker with what appears to be a Beretta. I start climbing down the building. See if I can't get word of happenings form him. Hearing moaning and groaning I see about ten walkers moving toward the store. Shit. I can't get anything from him if he's dead.
(Hope you don't mind me doing that. Though I can deal with them if need be. They didn't call London a blade master for nothing.)

[Farewell]

Zaida knocked over boxes as she dug in them. Nothing but house decor. She sighed under her mask looking into another box seeing at what seemed to be baby toys 'it's ashame' she thought before she pushed the box away, it wasn't her problem they were dead most were dead. It has been month (or how much time, depending on Acon) since she saw people... Zaida wasn't sure what was going on, she just knew the dead will bite and avoiding or killing is her choice in actions. The hybrid stood, nothing in the attic was useful. Jumping down into the second floor of the house she stayed cautious, house was a bit of a mess some blood smeared on the hallway ahead, she took her machete out with her ears leaned back. She began to walk slowly around the house hoping for anything she could take.

[SadDubwool]

(oki i got a character)


Name:Red Locus


Age:21


Species:Ragnos


Gender:Male


Height:6'9


Weight:140


Appearence:Dark red scales,White horns lining jaw,Black eyes with red,reptile-like pupils


Clothing:Jeans,Black hoodie,Surgical mask,Sun glasses,Back pack


Weapons:Ice axe's,Tomahawk,M1911


Abilities:Swift,Fast thinking,Can do parkour,can hide from zombies in a way he crafted


Personality:Agressive,Sarcasitic,Can be kind to people he knows,Secretive

[Rayleonarde]

Ray whistled quietly on his perch, as he looked around the city. He'd seen some movement earlier, too fast for walkers. Must be scabbers, or bandits. Ray sighed, already having paid off two bandit groups already.

[Jacob Hail]

Andrew stood outside of an apartment complex, a single standing building that was a good distance from others, a spot he choose specifically. He had done this many times before, it was beginning to become to easy. Find a place to control burn. Line it with kerosene. Set the bait. The screams of his "bait" continued to echo above the maons and the banging of the horde he lured inside the complex, trapping the infecting inside quite perfectly. The man he used was already bitten, so to Andrew, he was already dead. Why let something go to waste? Letting out a heavy sigh, the shark flipped open a lighter and placed it to the gas trail at his feet, watching as the flames quickly moved to the building and set it ablaze, black smoke wafting up to fill there air.