The Walking Dead

[[INACTIVE]]

Name: Bailey Stowe

Age: 30

Sex: Male

Species: Black Back Jackal

Strengths:  He is a manipulator, Can be quiet and sneaky in rough situations, Medical PHD

Weaknesses: Not a very nice person, Angered easily, not that fast.

Appearance: Light brown fur, black spot around right eye, hazel eyes.

Weapons: Remington 870 with a Colt 1911 and a machete

Clothing: Green Parka White Button Up Shirt with Old Brown Slacks a Blue Tie  and a Brown Alice Pack
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"One, two... three... God damn it." Bailey whispered to himself, "Only three shells... Not worth shooting at you for" He sat over a corpse of a male and female, taking things from their pockets and packs. He stands up and walks away towards a town not far from him.

Once he got into the town he walked towards the nearest building he could find and kicked the door down with a loud THUD. He walked in with his Shotgun at the ready, after searching the whole building he began to scavenge. 

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

((I'm gonna assume it's still open for applications. ))
Name: Crest

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Species: Dire Wolf

Strengths: Has good upper body mass and skilled with a knife.

Weaknesses: Refuses to use guns after his got lost. A bit gullible. He has weak ankles.

Appearance: His once silver fur is covered in mud and has turned a dark grey. He has a large scar on his chest in the shape of a cross.

Weapons: Has a small blade that he uses constantly. Refuses guns though

[Rayleonarde]

Ray did his best to climb through the window, but couldn't avoid cutting himself. He bit the inside of his lip, and tried to think of a way to bandage himself.

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

*Crest walks on an long road into town, he has zombie guts on him with a limb in his left side* God damn it *he mutters in pain. He sees a town in the distance and smiles* about God damn time. *he slowly limps into town*

[Rayleonarde]

Ray tore up a curtain, and wrapped it around his paw. He knew that infection was a risk without any disinfectant. The young raccoon sighed, and started looking around the townhouse.

[Rayleonarde]

After a while, Ray found a few shotgun rounds, and a bunch of rotted food. He sighed, and moved to unlock the door, when a walker staggered out of a nearby room, and tried to tear a chunk out of the young raccoon.

[Chains]

~Character Sheet~

Name:Mark "chains" Parkson

Age:21

Sex: male

Species:nine tailed kitsune

Strengths: stealth and asassination, with a few hand to hand combat and good with dual swards and a revolver

Weaknesses: not good at swimming and not really good around people

Appearance: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17121471/

Weapons: duel hiden blades, dual swards, revolver and a chains with an arrow head on it.

Clothing:blue t, blue jeans, combat boots, and a long trench coat and hat

chains is a member of the assassins creed though out alone having been the las assassin to survive.


I walk around the street seeing so many zombies lurking around, Seeing them I start to climb onto the nearest buildng to get to high grounds.

[..]

((Hope it's not to late to join))
Name: Infrared
Age: 19
Sex: M
Species: Wolf
Strengths: Great aim, Almost always calm, and is intelligent Weaknesses: Not very optimistic, random clumsyness,  when alone he talks to himself, possibly insane?, emotional about death, trust issues, not strong physically, easy distracted Appearance: Infrared is a white wolf with mildly long hair that is extremely messy, his eyes are a bright blue, and he is just barley shorter than the average person or fur, he has a weird marking under his right eye (a birthmark).Weapons: Colt 45, a 50 cal sniper rifle (if that's ok), and a regular knife.Clothing: A slightly dirty turquoise short sleeved shirt, dark blue jeans, and a black jacket

Infrared slowly walked down the abandoned street filled with broken down cars and empty houses. He didn't mind being alone after all he would just talk to himself  if he got bored. But as he walks down the side walk he was greeted by this feeling of unease as if someone or something was watching him. He speed up his pace as he approached a house with a door wide open, quickly he walked into the abandoned home and shut the door behind him. The rifle strapped to his back was irritating him as it kept hitting is back as he ran up the stairs and went to the closest window. "Now we wait" he whispers as he pulls his jacket hood over his head, the only thing visible was his white furred ears poking out of the hood the rest of his face was concealed by the shadow of his hood. ((sorry for long post))

[Rayleonarde]

((Hopefully, with new faces, the RP'll pick back up.))

[Farewell]

(Well time to bring this thread back to life... Hopefully someone is willing help and post along!)
Zaida was at a pharmacy digging around. However the building didn't have much. She sat down giving a sigh through her nose as she looked down at the items she had gathered

[SadDubwool]

(I'm back, again...any way i'll try to join)
Name: Issac Martínez


Age: 26


Sex: Male


Species: Reindeer


Strengths: He is pretty smart, and also knows a good amount about zombies (And knows a good amount of psychology)


Weaknesses: He does not handle pressure well, especially when it judge's the life of another beign, he's killed some zombies but has only killed one survivor and regretts that decision (It counts on what the situation is, adrenaline is a fine example) he also has horrible hearing (mostly in his left ear)


Appearence:Simple brown fur with small speckles of dark brown, his antlers are at the velvet stage right now

Post Merge: May 09, 2016, 01:15:03 AM*Issac was walking down a hall in a farmers market 'jesus christ' he thought 'who cleans out a farmers market?'... he kept walking keeping a tight grip on the worn blue handle of his crowbar, he scratched his ear before sighing 'gets worse everyday' he thought lamentedly he looked around the dark store*"maybe i should try the staff only room" *he said under his breath 'maybe theres a grandma zombie, I could use the hearing aids' he chucked walking towards the staff only room*

[Farewell]

better than nothing she grabbed the pain reliever, energy bars, a can or corn and beans. Slipping the small backpack off then putting the items inside. She rose to her feet as Zaida heard a walker groan in the store. She hastily took the machete from its dark green sheath and snarled under the gasmask. Walking to the rotting female tiger. The Vexū swung at its legs until the Walker was on the floor she started to give heavy blows, eventually beheading her. Zaida sighed turning away and started out of the pharmacy keeping low, staying cautious as she traveled through the streets.

[Armalite_]

I'm game if there are no objections

Name: Spike Miller
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Species: Coyote
Strengths: Navigation and hunting
Weaknesses: Worries too much, is near sighted, injured leg.
Appearance: Tall and lean, keeps fur neat when possible, wears glasses, slings his rifle over his shoulder with a drop leg holster for his pistol.
Weapons: SKS rifle with bayonet, Glock 17 9mm, a crowbar, and Ka-bar knife.
Clothing: carries a backpack with tools and supplies, wears jeans and construction boots, wears an overcoat but is missing a shirt.


The coyote kept silent as he watched Zaida leave the pharmacy through the counter he hid behind. He hadn't finished searching for the meds he needed or new bandages to help replace the old ones now soaked in old blood. He lowered his rifle once Zaida crossed the threshold of the door. 

"whew..." He thought to himself.

It wasn't uncommon to run into other survivors, but Spike quickly learned that trust was a rarity among those still alive. He quickly continued to search the dusty cabinets as quietly as he could. Wincing with pain, he removed his glasses to wipe the sweat from his brow. There was nothing left to find. Disappointed, he turned to leave but knocked his rifle over from its leaning position. It hit the floor with a loud thud. He froze, hoping the person who' just left was too far to hear the noise.

[Farewell]

(Not at all welcome to the RP)
Zaida crouched and crawled through the street. Avoiding to stay out in the open. She rolled under the truck looking out from under.

[The Past]

Geoff sat in a corner in the upper floor of an office building with his back against the wall. He rotated the metal bar while casting thoughtful eyes upon its muddy crimson coating, as if he was planning something. He wasn't. It was more like an idle zone-out into the complex details of futile existence within the collapse of sapient decency. Something of the sort. He could barely keep track of his own mind's pathways, but it didn't bother him too much. At least not now. No, right now it was background hum as he relaxed in a vague sense of peace in his corner. That peace was soon to end, he knew well enough, but it didn't hurt to rest once in a while. Scavenging and prodding brainless masses all day and night takes quite a bit of energy.