The apocalypse! *Zombie RP*

[Joey.]

Satan snarled. Not yelping, since he used to fight for a living. He was used to it.

Existence saw a grenade and threw it. The ring on her finger.

Satan bolted off.

Existence giggled. It was a fake.

[Ripkin]

Nick just slowly rolled up and looked at the other group "Whos dog waqs that???" he asked and looked around and then took his expresso he had in a canteen and took a swig

[Joey.]

Existence put pressure on her legs, her arms shaky and bloody.

[Ripkin]

Nick picked her up slowly to make sure he didnt hurt her and ran to the house slamming the door with his foot he set her on the couch and got some tweazers and gave her a pillow "This is going to hurt... alot...." he warned her

[Joey.]

Existence curled up in a ball. Shivvering.

[Ripkin]

Nick took the tweezers and got the bullet out and then poured peroxide on the wounds and stitched them up and shoved and asprin in her mouth and handed her a glass of water

[~Dixie~]

Is this available for joining?? If so....here is my form;
Name: Daryl Dixon
Nickname: Daryl
Personality: Daryl is a out in the woods kind of guy, a redneck, hick, hillbilly. He has lived most of his live in the woods, getting food and other neccesities from the Wilderness. Before his brother disappeared (Merle Dixon), he was for Racism and wasn't the greatest guy to get along with, but now with his brother gone and not being his shadow, his own "personality" has appeared, being MUCH different than that of his older brothers. Still volatile over how his brother Merle was left for dead, Daryl is on a road of self-discovery now that he is out of his big brother's shadow. He's a tracker. He's observant. And he is fully capable of surviving on his own. However, he is appreciating the concept of family from afar, perhaps for the first time in his life. He slowly starts to develop individual relationships, all the while fighting his instinct to be distant, yet feeding his need for emotional connection like a child.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
History: Lived in the Woods most of his life. Him and his brother Merle went off and joined a group. However during a scavenging mission for the camp that headed into a city, Merle had gotten out of control and was hand-cuffed to a roof and left. Another refugee had accidentally dropped the key down a drain. Daryl had found out about his brother after coming back from a hunt. Only to go back to the city with the Cop who hand-cuffed Merle, and 2 other refugee's to get his brother, only to find his brother was gone. Now, he and the rest of the refugees are on the move.
Looks: (NO ANIME!!!)

(He always carries a Crossbow with him, it being a lot quieter than a gun.)
Family: His older brother Merle, unknown where he is at.

[Joey.]

Existence gasped in pain while he did that and nearly screamed. She took the water and gulped it down gratefully. She curled back up in a ball and shuddered. Her face chalky.

((Nice, Walking Dead. Uhm this RP is closed. But I will accept you, and only you.. (: ))

[Ripkin]

Nick put on The Lion King and put on some ointment crap and wrapped in in some leftover bandages

[Joey.]

Existence was now giddy. "wh- Wha- is youz doin'!?!??! THIS MAN IS NOT MY FATHER!!!!!" She hollared. falling off the couch.