Zombie Apocalypse Roleplay Thread - ForumRP

INTRO
So many zombie roleplays end up being just people fighting wave after wave of zombies. This is a tremendous shame. The setting is rife for great roleplaying potential, but never amounts to more than ?I see three zombies come around the corner. I shoot two in the head and throw my knife at the third.? I hope for that to be different in this thread.
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MORE INTRO
This is a roleplay thread for people who are serious about roleplaying. The zombie setting is more ?The Walking Dead? Than ?Left 4 Dead? That is, it's not a story about zombies being killed, but about the PEOPLE killing the zombies, how they feel, what are their thoughts while doing it. Not looking for some long internal monologue, something more than ?I see three zombies come around the corner. I shoot two in the head and throw my knife at the third.?. Give it some feeling, please. And it's shouldn't even be all about the people killing zombies. It's also about the struggle for survival, the interaction with other survivors. This is what this RP is about is for.
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Story
The infection started in China. The first videos and photos that quickly spread across the web were all dismissed at a ploy, China trying to bait other countries to bring their militaries into some trap. By the time people started believing it, it had spread to across all of Asia. Within days it had reached Europe. Martial law was declared. USA has closed it's borders and international flights. However, (in the USA) most people still go about their daily lives as usual. The status quo has not been shaken. Yet.
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Setting:
This roleplay takes place in New York City. In your bio, specify what borough you're in. Just for reference, the 4 boroughs are: Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx. (We'll leave out Staten Island for simplicities sake.) Keep your experiences location-wise making sense. i.e. don't encounter a zombie hoard that's in Queens, while you're in Brooklyn.
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I will be posting ?News reports? occasionally, about whats happening in the city/state/country. Your character doesn't automatically know this. Have them hear it on the radio or see it on TV.
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Rules
1. Please post relatively frequently. Three times a week at least
2. If you can't post for an extended period of time let us know please!
3.If you put your character in a situation where they interact with another player, make sure you can reply in a timely manner. Don't just start a conversation and then not post for a week
4. Again, no short posts. At least 2 paragraphs. EXCEPTION: when interacting with other players, short posts are acceptable.
5. Put some feeling into your posts. Let us feel what your characters feel. Tell us what they're thinking. This can very easily add some depth and length.
PM me ?Smells like zombies? so I know you read this
6. Be descriptive! We don't need to know what the bathroom's wallpaper looks like but that abandoned store you entered, what does it looks like? Are their shelves and carts overturned, or is it in pristine condition as if no one ever entered it. Does that rotting corpses stench make you gag?
7. Language: you can curse, but not every three words. At least four words in between.
8. Romance: Again, lets keep it PG-13
9. Looting: I will leave you guys in charge of what items you find, but don't make them too good, and make them make sense. You're not going to find a gun in a shop in times square (most likely). No magic stores of Deus ex Machina
10. Loot part 2: At the end of you post, write all items you acquired. This includes: weapons, ammo, utility items (cell phone, batteries), clothes (if you want to), anything that would make a difference in survival. Never assume that you implied that you have something. Just say it
11. Cars: They don't run on oxygen and good feelings. They need gasoline. Make sure you refuel them.
12: OOC: put all out of character in posts [ ] or (( ))
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Characters

When you begin, you're some average Joe. You may be a doctor, working the ER, witnessing first hand the damage hysteria does to people. Or a teenager, who, in the face of sociopolitical breakdown, realizes how petty their problems seem. Or a police officer, who puts their life on the line to prevent a group of zombies from entering your city.

The main point is, you're not a gun toting, stab-zombies-in-the-head, motorcycle riding, bad-ass. Yet.

The average person doesn't own a gun. Your character is no different. They shouldn't start with a gun unless it makes sense, like a police officer. Once the need to carry a gun arises, they shouldn't have too much trouble finding one.


Application
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Occupation: (i.e. Police, Military, Doctor, Student, Other)
Location: (Automatically NYC, specify what borough)
Physical Description:
Personality
Background: (At least a paragraph)
Any skills: (i.e. knows how to pilot aircraft, basic mechanic skills...)
Starting InventoryPolice get pump shotgun and pistol, Military get either assault rifle of sniper rifle)

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PLAYING 2 CHARACTERS
You can play as two different characters BUT there are rules for that:
1. The characters must be different. I mean personalities, they should make different decisions, react differently
2. They need to both be full fledged characters. You can't have one that's full of character, an one be a wet blanket with no character.
3. Both characters know different things. Just because your one character knows that Broadway is overrun with zombies, your other one doesn't know that.
4. The two posts a week isn't between two characters, it would be at least 3 per character. Don't play two characters if you can't keep up with the posts for both
5. Part of the reason you can play two characters is so, if one character gets in an impossible situation, you don't have to come up with some unrealistic way to not kill them, you can let one die, and you'll still have the other.


IMPORTANT FINAL NOTE
When you start out, you will NOT be encountering zombies yet. You will know once you'll start seeing them in the city.​

 

Reserved for character list.

Spoiler: Kemerd E. Hinton

Name: Kemerd E. Hinton
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Occupation: Student
Location: Bronx
Physical Description: A young man who is aged 15 years. He has long-ish hair. (Not like a girl's, just long. ) He's wearing carpenter jeans and a hoodie with his sleeves rolled up. He's a bit on the short side for his age, 5'6. He's not fat, nor skinny, neither buff, besides his legs, which have virtually no fat on them. He has a zit on his forhead, but otherwise a clean face. He smells of oil.
Personality
Background: As a kid, he grew up around an aircraft mechanic, who also liked to play video games, and work on computers. He got these skills naturally from his father, and was soon intrigued in robotics and circuits. He lives in an almost large house in a normal neighborhood, and has a room full of eletronic parts. Due to his love of video games (also given to him by his father) he naturally was into the idea of zombies and the zombie apocalypse, and the notion of shooting a gun. His dad, once in the military, tought him how to use a gun, and in no-time, he could shoot a can off a post at 500 yards, with only a pistol. After first using an air-pistol (one that shot metal bullets using air instead of gunpowder), his dad bought a rifle and a beretta. Both guns sit in a locked box in his parents room. His entire family is away on a vacation Kemerd didn't care to go to, and he's been home alone before...

Any skills: Pretty good with firearms, can do basic mechanical repairs and circuitry repairs.
Starting Inventory: A full pack of gum, a wallet, a pocket knife, and an android phone.

Spoiler: Michael 'Jackson' Clark

Name: Michael 'Jackson' Clark
Gender: Male
Age: 48
Occupation: 1st SFOD-D Recon Marksman
Location: Manhattan
Physical Description: A man standing at about 6'2. His face features mutliple cuts and bruises. He has shriveled graying hair held back with a white shemagh, and he sports a thick operator beard. He wears a skintight black T-shirt tucked into a pair of Multicam BDU pants.
Personality
Background: Jackal was in a marksman position in a 4-man recon team. They where tasked with observing and identifying the Militia population in a discrete way, as if to ensure that their actions where within law. He was the only survivor after the team's leader, medic, and JTAC where all killed in an explosion.
Any skills: Long range observance, advanced hand to hand combat, long term survival, and a wide range of weapon usage.
Starting Inventory: Low Profile Plate Carrier (Tan), Assorted Navigation Tools, Hydration Pouch, Mk18 EBR w/ a QD suppressor, 4 20 round subsonic Mk14 magazines, empty P228 handgun. Gas mask strapped to belt for later usage.

Spoiler: Frederick Hersh

Name: Frederick Hersh
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Occupation: Part time McDonalds cashier
Location: Brooklyn
Physical Description: Caucasian. Light brown eyes. Dark brown hair, haircut similar to short back and sides, but slightly shorter. Somewhat thin appearance, with sub-average strength to match. While not working, wearing jeans, white sneakers, black t-shirt with logo.
Personality
Background: Born on the 14th of June, he grew up as an only child. His father worked as a mechanic while his mother did not work. His mother tried to give him a headstart in his education by teaching him from an early age. While he struggled with primary school, he seemed to have a natural affinity with sport. However, after he started high school, his grades improved significantly, but his interest in sports dropped, and he got hooked onto popular videogames. He graduated from high school as a P-plate driver, and now goes to university and works part time at McDonalds.
Any skills: Moderately educated in the treatment of illnesses and wounds, as part of his career path.

 

I also think this deserves more attention. I actually tried to get a forumRP section here once, but it failed. Still, this isn't going against the rules.

 

(( I'll start it off, I guess. ))

"N-No! Get away you fucking freaks!" The young man screamed, running up and down the alleyways of what is known in New York, as The Bronx. He ran, faster than he ever had in his life, his hair flowing in the wind he created behind him, and after running for minutes on end, he came to an alleyway, rushing inside, the flow of the horde following their meal. Coming to the end of the alleyway, Kemerd uttered a small curse, turning to face his death. The last thing he could remember is the pain of dozens of bite marks.

Then he woke up.

(( -- Changing to First Person because I hate writing in third person. -- ))

My first thought when I woke up, is that I was going to die, right then and there. Then I realized I was just in my bed, covered in sweat, and breathing heavily. It was all a dream, right? I thought to myself, wiping droplets of liquid off of my forehead with a quick flick of the wrist. I got up, and walked towards the bathroom to take a shower.

I've been watching too many of those internet hoaxes. I thought to myself, as the warm stream of water flowed down my back, soothing all fears, and washing away all dirt and grime. You see, there's supposedly been some outbreak of "zombies" across Asia, and it's been all over the news. "Just my luck.." I mumble to myself, sighing with a hint of grief. The rest of my family, my mom, dad, two sisters and a little brother had taken a vacation to Asia that I didn't want to go to, and before you knew it, they started grounding all planes in and out of the US. So much for family summer fun.
However, the thought made me laugh softly, god knows why. It's not something to laugh about, especially if that joke involves your entire family dieing of some disease, however I had a soft spot for dark humor. I washed my body and hair, then turned the water off, shuddering at the cold drift that managed to wander into the bathroom. I got dressed, then sat down on the computer to play some video games.

There was a knock on the door.

More like a bang.

Over, and over.

I set down my headset, walking towards the door.

Opening the door without looking, all I get greeted with is a moan, then something falls on me.

(( Sorry if I'm a bit rusty, I haven't done a ForumRP in god knows how long. ))

 

Of course, it was my friend, Jack. I quickly push him offa me, as he continues to make zombie sounds. "I'm going to EAT YOU!" He says, grinning as we wrestle for a bit, but I finally overpower him, and we seperate. "What the hell man? You scared the shit out of me!" I exclaim, looking at him with a face of distrust. He grins. "Come on man, it's only a joke. There's not zombies in the US anyways, borders are closed, remember?" He says nonchalantly, getting up. "Anyways, I'm parched, got any food?" I shake my head. "All the junk food is fresh out." I grunt out. "Well, let's hit the gas-station!" He says, waiting for me to grab my wallet. "Fine..." I scowl, running into my room, shoving my phone, wallet, pocketknife, and a pack of mint gum into my pocket, not before popping one open though, and sticking the fresh piece of chew into my mouth. We run out the door, locking the door behind us.

It only took a small walk to get to the gas-station at the front of the neighborhood, but when we got there, the place was covered with police and ambulances. "Shit! I didn't do it!" My friend grinned, laughing as we walked to the front of the gas-station, but we were stopped. "Sorry kids, the gas-station is off limits." A police officer said, he looked a bit shaken. As my friend talked to him, I glanced behind the officer. The floor of the gas-station was covered with blood. We walk away, I'm still oblivious. "Apparently some crazy guy started biting the clerk." My friend says as we're on our way to my house. "Really?" I ask, looking at him with interested eyes. "Yeah, he had rabies or some shit, that's what they think, anyways. The clerk is in the hospital, and the crazy guy is going to court for trial. I nod, "Maybe it's zombies." I say, grinning. My friend smiles back. "Yeah, that'd be great, wouldn't it, I would totally be ready for the apocalypse man, we'd escape and shit to the mountains. I don't know. " "Yeah." I reply, grinning as we walk inside my house.

The murder incident is on the news.

"Wanna spend the night?" I ask.

"Sure."

(( WELP, NO META OR ANYTHING, BUT LOOKS LIKE THE HOSPITAL AND THE COUNTY JAIL ARE FIRST ON OUR LIST. ))

 

(Goddamn it, a forumrp comes up, I'm away. Fuck you, kemerd. Only rp I'm really good at.)

 

(An actual ForumRP? Niiice, I'll join in when it seems fitting for the story.)

 

Kemerd coughs.

(( Waiting on you guys to post. ))