“ғᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ...” [a zombie apocalypse rp. open!]

[cactiii]

the news said it was a new strain of the flu at first. they said there was no reason to panic, everything would be under control. besides, it wasn’t like anyone near you was sick, so you didn’t have to worry. a week after the first report, hospitals suddenly shut down. then the schools, stores, and gas stations. by then, you knew it wasn’t the flu. no, this was something else. seemingly dead bodies walked the ground, making grunts and moans of hunger. they only ate the living. the only way to kill them was a headshot. noise attracted them. they couldn’t talk or think.

but the walkers aren’t what you worry about.

humanity now has no rules. it’s a dog-eat-dog world now, with walkers and humans both as the dogs. the difference? humans can be cruel. you have two options if you want to survive. go at it alone, or find a group to watch your back. but be careful, because you can’t trust anyone now.

[cactiii]

ʀᴜʟᴇs:
one. post ooc chatting and character forms on the discussion thread.
two. no god-modding or powerplaying. realistically, what can your character do?
three. treat everyone with respect ooc.
four. diverse and lgbt+ characters are encouraged!
five. play however many characters you can handle!
six. graphic scenes are not allowed, so fade to black.
seven. at least two posts every week! if you’re consistently inactive, your character may become a zombie.
eight. at least three sentences per post.

[cactiii]

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs:
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groups:
no groups are currently formed.


loners:
alwyn jesse kirkwood // twenty // male // cactiii

georgia mary benneth // eighteen // female // cactiii

oliver spix ingram // eighteen // male // ToxicEND15

olivia cebu ingram // eighteen // female // ToxicEND15

vega mary flores // nineteen // female // aliendog

callum may holmes // twenty-two // male // fra fee

sam may holmes // fifteen // male // fra fee

lance // fifteen // male // FrozenLobster

[cactiii]

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs:

✔ - name and name are friends
✘ - name and name are enemies
⊳ - name likes name
♥ - name and name like each other
∨ - name and name are family
☆ - name and name are in a group

oliver spix ingram ∨ olivia cebu ingram

callum may holmes ∨ sam may holmes

[cactiii]

[we are now open! please post forms on the discussion thread! ]

[cactiii]

alwyn jesse kirkwood !!
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"come on, come on..." aj whispered, watching the undead shamble past him with narrowed eyes. the sun was beating down on them, making the smell almost unbearable. no matter how much time had passed, he feared he would never get used to the decaying scent. at least it didn't make him retch anymore, which was an admittedly small comfort, but one that he held onto with both hands. the undead was across the street, thumping it's head on the window of a small hardware store. that suited aj just fine, because his target wasn't the small store. it was the gas station across from it. he was running low on water and canned foods. he could only fit so much into his backpack at a time, and unfortunately he was a young adult male, which meant he went through his food quickly. he waited another minute to see if the undead would turn around, but something had caught it's attention. with a murmured prayer, he sprinted across the street.


georgia mary benneth !!
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georgia shivered as she ignored the savage groans outside of her jeep. every so often, one bumped into the side of the car, making her struggle not to scream. she had pulled into an abandoned road to park for the night, thinking that she would be safe for a few hours. she was very wrong. a small herd of thirty-something zombies had came from the forest surrounding her. she couldn't start the car without attracting their attention, which meant she was stuck. "if i die like this, i'm gonna be so mad." she whispered to herself, then bit her lip to avoid screaming when the sound of a body hitting her car registered. she pulled her blanket up to her chin and tried to breath, hoping to survive the next few hours.

[kalo.]

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Cᴀʟ Hᴏʟᴍᴇs
22 | bi | katana + daggers | location : town outskirts | tags : sam

Cal was unsure of their whereabouts, but he knew they were supposed to be closing in on a town sometime soon-the map at a gas station they had passed a while ago had said something about a town being close. Cal could barely remember the map but he didn't need to, in the distance the faint outline of a town could be seen. Cal adjusted the sling that held his katana and glanced back at his brother, Sam. He didn't look too good. After walking, and occasionally running when needed, for who knows how many miles, and judging by the bags under his eyes he was exhausted and most likely hungry. Cal himself wasn't too hungry, he knew how to stretch food, unlike Sam. Cal let out a sigh before glancing at Sam with a soft look in his eyes. "Kid we're almost to the town, just a mile or two and we're bound to find food somewhere. If not, I still have some food from breakfast you can have." Cal let out a soft smile before turning his attention back to the road, his eyes darting from each side of the road. They were surrounded by forest, a perfect time for an ambush, so Cal wanted to be alert in case something did happen.

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Sᴀᴍ Hᴏʟᴍᴇs
15 | confused?? | hockey stick + small knife | location : town outskirts | tags : cal

Sam was beyond bored. Bored and hungry. Having walked what seemed like an eternity was wearing the teen out, and not to mention that he had eaten his breakfast so fast he was already hungry. When he had nothing to do his mind would wander, and that always made Sam feel terrible. Sam let out a soft groan and tilted his head back to stare up at the sky, watching as a bird flew in circles overhead, most likely circling over some sort of dead animal. Wasn't uncommon to find one when the undead got them. They would eat what they wanted and leave the rest there to rot. It truly was gross but again Sam was used to it. At the sound of his brothers' voice, Sam perked up and let out a toothy grin. "About time! I'm starving. Also, my feet are killing me, like they're about to fall off." With the thought of resting and getting food Sam felt a pep in his step and bounced up to where his brother was walking, blinking in surprise as he was on constant alert. Sam let out a sigh and let his hand rest on the hockey stick that rests attached to his belt. Wasn't the most comfortable but it worked better than he could ask for. Cal's always trying to protect me, can he not see that i'm pretty well off? I mean besides gathering food I think I would do just fine on my own. He's such a Debbie Downer. Sam crossed his arms as he thought and yet again let out a groan and tilted his head back to stare at the sky. This was going to be a loooong walk to the town.

[aliendog]

Vega Flores ;;
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nineteen ; lesbian ; baseball bat + pistol ; location: outskirts of town ; tags: open
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As the days began to get even more wretched, Vega picked up the "nomad" way of life and began leaving her little home spots. A map in her hand and Matcha by her side suddenly everything seemed a little okay in this terrible new world. "'Reckon they have a police station- or one that hasn't been looted yet?" She peered to the side of her map and down at the belgian beside her. She was on her way to the nearest town that had various buildings here and there. She was always anxious entering towns as to the possibilities of people- at least ones who weren't after flesh. Every so often she would glance at the sky to mark how long it would take to reach the town. "I really really really hope we reach the town soon and find a building to take shelter in before nightfall." The rotten stench grew more and more as she got closer to the town,which usually meant trouble. Gripping onto her bat, she proceeded onward into the unknown.

[ToxicEND15]

[Oliver] Ingram
Tags; In town, Open.

Cracking open a cupboard Oliver groaned to find it empty, of course, he knew eventually it would be. He'd been darn lucky to have found a house mostly left untouched. It seemed that the previous owner had holed up here before everything had gone downhill... One of those paranoid folk who stores supplies for weeks. When Oliver had first found the house it had at least 2 weeks of food. At least if he hadn't spent have the resources on his dog. Stupid.

Oliver slammed the cupboard with a growl, off to his left Bandit whimpered softly. The border collie could sense his owners distress and Oliver felt bad for distressing the poor dog. After all, he was his only companion in this new world. "We need to find somewhere new Bandit, we've been holed up too long. Ran outta food for the both of us... If we're lucky, maybe the gas station hasn't been hit too hard." Bandit cocked his slightly before trotting towards the exit expectantly. Oli was hesitant to just leave, this town was oddly heavy with the undead for such a small place and wandering the streets with a dog could be risky. However, it needed to be done.

Quickly Oliver checked over his crossbow and tucked 2 bolts into his pocket 'just in case.' Finally Oliver was ready. Looking down at Bandit for a moment he stroked the dogs ear, then with a deep breath he pushed open the front door and walked cautiously out onto the street.

O[liv]ia Ingram
Tags; Forest/Outskirts of Town, Georgia Benneth.

Bean whistled softly from the crook of Olivia's neck. The sound was oddly comforting in the quiet of the forest. At least, it was mostly quiet, every few minutes Olivia swore she could hear the telltale sound of the undead off to her right. She wished she had a weapon of some sort... Of course she hadn't thought to bring one when she walked away from her home. Luckily she did remember her bag and of course her birds.

A growl off in the trees made her stop. No, not just one growl, many. As well as grunts... And the sound of something hitting metal? Confused Olivia moved towards the sound. Moving on impulse not logic. As she moved in the direction the trees began to thin and within moments Olivia found herself stopped on the edge of the forest. In front of her a herd of 30 or so walkers were gathered around a car... Bean went silent and shivered against her neck. Why were they there? Something had to have drawn them.

[Fizzytastic]

Blaire
22 | gay | weapon(s): shovel | location: forest | tags: open
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Lately, there's been an unusual amount of walkers in town. Also, more people rooting through the houses as food grows scarcer. Blaire would rather avoid them both if he can.

Silently creeping through the brush of the forest, he keeps his eye out for anything he can scavenge. So far he'd found a single apple. 'Better than nothing,' he thinks, somewhat pessimistically.

Suddenly, Blaire pins his back to the closest tree, his shovel firm in his grasp. An undead shambles by behind him. A few of them were headed that direction, he notes. He can hear the commotion, but it's so rare to forage with minimal fear of being eaten. It's an opportunity he can't pass up.

With a pang of guilt, Blaire slides down to sit at the tree's base. He takes a bite out of his apple as he passively decides to stick around the area in case whatever is happening heads his way.

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