Flesh and Bone

Welcome to hell, survivors.
The date is December 24th, 2033.
The location is the USA. Global warming has caused much colder winters, and much hotter summers. If you can survive the winter, the summer will surely dispatch of the creatures which now plague the earth. Unless.. unless they evolve.


Humanity has fallen to a disease of unknown origin. A disease controlling their own flesh and bone. Small pockets of resistance still remain, but they will soon be extinguished.

Unless you, survivor, can save humanity. It will be a long and arduous task, but do not give in. Those of us that remain are the last hope for life.

-- RP info.
The "zombies" in this RP are primarily the slow shambling type. Their intelligence is very low, but they have reverted to predatory instincts, increasing their sense of sight and smell. They are stronger than most humans, but not beyond the capabilities of the human body.

There are outliers among the zombie community, much faster, much stronger, much more intelligent. Some may even appear to be peaceful. Do not be fooled though, a zombie always hungers. These variants of zombies are simply called "abnormals". You may choose to play as an abnormal, but remember, a bullet to the brain will still surely put you back into your grave.
Side note: Abnormals may retain some of their humanity/memories. Use it to make a good story.

You may also play as a survivor, of course.

Side note: please don't over do the abnormals. They are supposed to be a very rare occurrence.

These rules apply for both sides:
You will start with melee weapons, no firearms to start. You may find them throughout the story but ammunition is hard to come across.

Aside from the abnormals, you are only human. Nothing more. You may be a skilled fighter, but still just human.

A bite is a guaranteed infection, unless you find a way to cure it. Again, this is very rare. Scratches are not infectious. The disease spreads through saliva and blood. Saliva is much more potent than blood.

Well, I think you've gotten the idea, survivor. Let's put those undead bastards back in the ground.



Character creation:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race/nationality:
Human/Abnormal:
Skills:
Weaknesses:
Primary weapon:
Secondary weapon:

Characters:

Enigma-

Name: Nikita Ustinev
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race/Nationality: Caucasian/Russian-American
Human
Skills: Russian hardiness, good with a blade, skilled mechanic and engineer.
Weaknesses: Bad knee due to a car accident, may dislocate under stress. Brain injury that occasionally causes bouts of confusion, anger, and may cause him to black out if not stopped.
Primary weapon: Makeshift machete, sharp and durable, but must be maintained.
Secondary weapon: Brass knuckle/tactical knife combo. All black.
Appearance: unkempt short black hair, long black beard, and piercing blue eyes. Generally wears a black hooded peacoat with a white scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face. Also wears black leather gloves (the fancy kind), simple black vans and black jeans.

Nikita flicked the blood from his blade. Making sure to avoid stepping in the gore he had created, he turned towards a large abandoned warehouse; a hint of curiosity across his face.

Name: Mara Otonashi
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Race: Indy 500 (Vroom Vroom)
Nationality: Japanese-American
Human
Skills: multilingual, black belt,
Weaknesses: Occasional seizures (Grand Mal), memory loss (due to seizures),
Primary Weapon: Mosin Nagant rifle with bayonet (Missing bolt and ammo)
Secondary Weapon: E-Tool (Tri-Fold Shovel), Bayonet
Appearance: Medium length hair dyed blue that fades to purple towards the bottom, military coat, medium backpack (Not Empty), Durable jeans, steel toed boots.

She became aware of her surroundings slowly and looked around. Her body was sore and she was bleeding from a few places. She sat up and pulled the first aid kit from her 'pack. The cuts were easily bandaged and she then set to the task of figuring out where she was and why she was here. "Okay, so mattress thrown onto the floor of a dusty wooden room. Seems abandoned, probably a house somewhere. Must have come in here for the seizure. Now is it safe?" She mumbled to herself. Quickly she donned her backpack, slid the shovel into its holder and picked up her mosin, unsheathing the blade. Softly moving through the house she did a quick perimeter check and came up with nothing. Letting out a sigh of relief she began to prepare herself a meal.

Nikita could hear some movement in a nearby house, but paid no attention to it.
"Probably just one of the dead.. " He mumbled to himself, in his heavy accent.

He continued closer to the abandoned warehouse, keeping an eye out for any approaching undead. In the beginning of the outbreak, many people had protested against labeling them" undead",  but he didn't believe they could be anything else. He held no compassion for those rotting bastards.

From behind an overturned vehicle, a zombie unknowingly attempted a sneak attack. Distracted by his pounding headache, Nikita didn't notice until the last minute. As he felt the finger tips against his back, he instinctively swung his machete, severing the beast at the waist. As its torso fell to the road, something unexpected occurred.


It screamed, a piercing guttural scream. Nikita stumbled back  in surprise before realizing what that scream  would do.

He looked to the warehouse, but realizing it was still too far, sprinted back towards the house he had seen. He stopped short of the front door and listened. Not able to hear over the screaming zombie, he knocked on the door.  Worth a shot.. , he thought to himself.

As he waited, the scream stopped. He looked  over his shoulder and what he saw sent a chill down his spine. The zombie he had cut was being cannibalize by a small horde. At least ten.  He knocked harder and began trying the door. Locked. Five more seconds and he would break in a window.

One..

Name: kari
Age:17
Gender:female
Race/nationality: Caucasian
Human/Abnormal: human
Skills: basic self defense/ basic gun knowledge
Weaknesses: TBD
Primary weapon: kitchen knives
Secondary weapon: na

Spoiler:

Kari was just your ordinary school girl when this all started. One minute she was sitting in class the next everyone had been running and screaming for their lives. She stood in the hallway of what used to be her school a year prior
"I never thought I would come back to this place"
she spoke to herself clutching her bag  in her hand remembering all that happened that day. She placed her hand over her shoulder remembering her boyfriend who at the time dragged her through the halls looking for a safe place to go. She was lucky to get away, he was not as fortunate. she had a scar on the shoulder from being scratched by one of the zombies who had attacked her and her boyfriend. He pulled the zombie off her before it was able to bit her, he sacrificed himself to save her. She shook her head and continued walking down the halls cautiously as to not draw any attention in case there were any zombies around. She came here for a reason, to find something that she had left behind.
"I know its gotta be here somewhere"

The pounding made her jump. Mara immediately was out of her seat, rifle held defensively. It came again, from the front door. She then became aware of a loud screaming. Making her way to the front of the house she lifted the curtain covering the window and looked out onto the porch. A man stood there, head turned over his shoulder and pounding on the door. Should she open it? Was he infected? Would he try to attack her? What if she had a seizure while he was there, could she trust him?
It looked like he was about to break the window, compromising the building's safety. "Wait!" She said, loud enough for him to hear her through the door. She opened it for him, waited for him to get inside then closed and locked it. Turning back around she held the rifle in a ready position, blade tip pointing at him.
"Who are you?"

Nikita pushed the blade down towards the floor.
"I am Nikita Ustinev. Chit chat can wait."

Nikita began to rummage through the house. He propped tables and chairs against all of the doors and windows, making sure that all curtains were entirely closed, and nothing could see inside.

He returned to the girl in the living room when he had finished.

"Now , if you wish to talk.. Do it quietly. I don't wish to become lunch for one of those undead bastards today."

"Did you bring them here?" Mara whispered frightfully. She looked at the door, was that what that screaming was? Her grip tightened on her rifle. After all this time, she'd have to fight again. She hated doing it, hated that her father had made her do martial arts, the fact that she was good at it was an insult to herself, but now it was the first thing that had kept her alive. But if she would have to fight, she'd fight.
"I'm Mara." She said to Nikita.

Nikita nodded.
"Not on purpose. We will survive. I'll see to that."

Nikita let out a small gasp as his pounding headache worsened. A grimace stretched across his face. He traced his fingers across the scar on the back of his head and attempted to shake the pain away.

He took a chance looking out the window. About half the group had left, the others sniffed around aimlessly, hoping to catch the scent of blood on the air.

He dropped the curtain and returned his attention to Mara
.
"What are you doing out here? How have you survived?" Nikita looked down at the girl, he was much larger than her, but he had seen people even smaller take down men twice their size and larger. He held no misconceptions.

I wanna join

Character creation:
Name: Steve York
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race/nationality: Caucasian
Human/Abnormal: Human
Skills: good stamina
Weaknesses: stinks using firearms
Primary weapon: Baseball bat
Secondary weapon: knife

Steve's ran through the streets as he looked for a new place to hide from the zombies. He found a house with closed curtains. he snuck over and tapped on the window before saying "Hello, is anyone here?" before he turned around. Five zombies closed in on him, all looking right at him. He swung his bat, knocking them all into each other. Turning back, he tapped on the window desperately

"I came out here to see what I could find." She said, guardedly. "I survived by not being seen. The less you fight the greater chance you won't die in one." It was true, she spent her days holed up somewhere being quiet as possible while at night she crept around towards the early morning scavenging, hunting, whatever.
"So how about yourself, why are you out here?"

Nikita shrugged.
"I guess I've just got nothing better to do. No family, no friends. Might as well be out here killing these bastards, right?"

He took another peak out of the window, and wound up staring another man in the face. He slowly lowered the curtain with a confused look on his face and returned to Mara.
"It seems we have another visitor".

OOT: Pizzanerd there were 5 zombies outside, and the zombie apocalypse happened a year ago.

OOT: Okay, fixed. So please erase your OOT and i'll erase this one

Steve glanced back and found himself looking at another face. He knocked on the window before saying "Could you please let me in?"

Kari continued walking through the school. She had passed a few zombies along the way, that were down a hallway or in a class room each which she avoided by quietly going passed the door or taking a different route. The school seemed pretty empty which she thought was a bit odd but didn't bother to think too much on it. She was there to get something and wanted to get out of the school as soon as possible.
She managed to make her way to her old classroom. Everything was in shambles, Desks turned over, some of the ceiling lights had fallen down, the chalkboard had blood splattered all across it. She started searching the room, quietly moving the chairs, books anything that was in her way.
"Its gotta be here somewhere"
After searching for sometime almost gave up until she noticed a small wooden box which was wedged in the ac vent. She crawled over to it and started tugging at it but it wouldn't move. the inside of the vent had collapsed at some point between the incident and present. so the cement from the wall was keeping it in place. She pulled her bag in front of her and pulled out a kitchen knife and started cutting the box away piece by piece.
"just a little..m...ore"
she managed to get the one side pried open enough to get her hand in it. She started feeling around for it until
"Got it..."

Mara swallowed. "Maybe we should let him in?" She asked, already knowing that she would. Without waiting for a reply she unlocked the door quietly and swung it open. "Hey, come on!" She whispered as loud as she dared and the man came inside quickly. "Welcome, so who are you? I'm Mara, this is Nikita." She said after reclosing and locking the door.

Name: ??? (Unknown, considered a myth)
Age: ???
Gender: ???
Race/nationality: Undead
Human/Abnormal: Abnormal
Skills: Utilizes the shadows, can drift in and out of them. Has heightened eyesight in the darkness Uses the power of fear of the unknown against others. If caught alone It's an easy kill. Extremely quick, Very hard to find, Prefers the thrill of hunting more then he actually gets satisfaction out of eating his prey.
Weaknesses:If caught out in a light area is completly blind.
Primary weapon: His hands have mutated into giant claws able to shred through anyone
Secondary weapon: Wings.

Other: He is heavily mutated and holds no characteristic of his humanity at least, Apperance wise.

Spoiler:

BECAUSE I CAN

Steve quickly slipped inside and saw Mara lock the door behind him. He readjusted his clothes before saying "My name is Steven, but people just call me Steve. I came here to try and find some supplies, but ran into those walking nightmares. Is this where the two of you have been hiding out?"

Nikita chuckled slightly before returning his  attention to Steve.
"I am not hiding. Simply weighing the options. How many of those 'walking nightmares'  are still out there?"

Nikita began to grimace slightly. The pounding headache was returning. He cracked his neck in both directions and took a deep breath. He turned his focus back, trying to mask his agony.

"I came here yesterday, I'm not entirely sure why, I don't really remember my reasons." She smiled awkwardly, a bit embarrassed. "But anyway..." Mara seemed to fade out, then after a few moments came back. "Huh? Um... well anyway. I'm a Scavenger. I work with the Skeleton Crew out of Michigan."
"So that's probably what I was doing here. I wonder if Timmy is around anywhere? That damn fool..." She turned away and began explorign hte house, softly calling out to Timmy by name.

Steve nods before saying "Well thanks for letting me catch my breath here. I think i'm gonna check out a school nearby." Before he checks outside. Seeing the zombies on the ground, still knocked down after the baseball bat blow to them. He opens the door and slowly walks outside and around them before he runs out of sight.

Nikita quickly shut the door behind Steve before heading off to help Mara.
"If you don't mind my asking, who is Timmy?"

Kari sat up, pulling out the item she was looking for "
I knew it was still here"
she held up a locket, one that held a picture of her family. She had placed it in the box to keep it safe during her one class. But had forgotten it when everything happened. To anyone else it might have seemed sily to travel all the way back to her school for such an item. But it was all she had left.

She stood up and placed the locket in her bag. When she turned she nearly bumped into a zombie. She covered her mouth to keep from screaming knowing that would only draw more attention to her
'think....think.....bag...'
she quickly reached into her bag and puled out a knife. She started to back away but the zombie only came towards her even more. She swung the knife at the zombie slicing at its arm ......

Steve traveled to the school and searched the hallways. He looked around and thought of ripping off some of the lockers in the hallway. As he decided how he would do this without making too much noise he saw a girl pull a knife on a zombie. He rushes over and swings at the side of the zombies head.

"Timmy?" She looked at Nikita in confusion for a few moments. "Oh, Timmy. He's a raccoon... I think. More like a dog though." She pantomimed a dog with her hands. "When I catch up to him I'll be sure to ask. He likes to lead me all over the place. Can never catch up to him though. I'll be just about to get him then the next moment he's somewhere else and I have to start chasing him all over again. He never plays fair!" Mara clenched her fists in frustration and began moving around the house again.
Half way down a hallway she stopped, looked around and then uncertainly retraced her steps back to Nikita. "Hey, uh.... Where did STeve go? He was here just a second ago wasn't he?"