Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 14, 2016 19:37:31 GMT -5
I'm bored, and most of the rps I joined are basically dead. So anyone wanna get a zombie rp going?
Quick note: This is gonna take part deeper into the apocalypse as in groups have settlements, people know what they're doing, and civilization is kinda of back. The main enemy are humans basically, zombies are more just there.
(My starter)
The sound of two trucks could be heard over the empty road. The trucks where beaten down like most other vehicles however they ran quite well as they zoomed down the road. The back was covered in a trap hiding what was inside though many would think it's most likely supplies. The trucks kept moving down the road until they reached a sign on the side of the road that read. Cutter's cry a settlement that was recently destroyed. The trucks made their way closer music was blaring from the inside, however as the torn down settlement came into sight a large explosion sending the trucks flying to the sides ramming one other. Silence soon followed until one of the truck doors was kicked open a coughing man came climbing out of the tipped over truck. "What the hell..." He mumbled as he slowly got to his feet luckily he seemed to be okay. "Derek....you okay man?" He asked looking over to the other truck moving over slowly. Reaching it he looked inside, and gasped in horror seeing a large spear Derek had in the truck had lunged it's self into the man's throat. "*Beep* *Beep*!" The man yelled as he was about to open the door to get his friend's body he felt the touch of steel against his neck.
Standing behind the man was another one this guy however was buried in clothing only one thing could be seen apperance wise, his long raven black hair that fall past his shoulders. He had a beanie on covering up to his forehead, and a bandana around his mouth covering his chin. He wore a large trench coat, black cargo pants, and black combat pants. Along his back was a machete, and in his hands was a six shooter revolver that was cocked, and ready. "Welcome to Cutter's cry." The man spoke, and before the truck driver could say anything in return the masked man pulled the trigger a loud bang sounded, and the man fall backwards. With that the masked man walked over to the truck to look for the other guy, but he simply backed off seeing he already dead. "Nice work." He laughed as he moved to the back of the truck lifting up the tarp. Though he found nothing as the trucks where going to Cutter's cry to obtain goods not deliver. "Looks like another night of beans for you, Alex." He sighed stretching as he looked back at the torn down settlement.
Quick note: This is gonna take part deeper into the apocalypse as in groups have settlements, people know what they're doing, and civilization is kinda of back. The main enemy are humans basically, zombies are more just there.
(My starter)
The sound of two trucks could be heard over the empty road. The trucks where beaten down like most other vehicles however they ran quite well as they zoomed down the road. The back was covered in a trap hiding what was inside though many would think it's most likely supplies. The trucks kept moving down the road until they reached a sign on the side of the road that read. Cutter's cry a settlement that was recently destroyed. The trucks made their way closer music was blaring from the inside, however as the torn down settlement came into sight a large explosion sending the trucks flying to the sides ramming one other. Silence soon followed until one of the truck doors was kicked open a coughing man came climbing out of the tipped over truck. "What the hell..." He mumbled as he slowly got to his feet luckily he seemed to be okay. "Derek....you okay man?" He asked looking over to the other truck moving over slowly. Reaching it he looked inside, and gasped in horror seeing a large spear Derek had in the truck had lunged it's self into the man's throat. "*Beep* *Beep*!" The man yelled as he was about to open the door to get his friend's body he felt the touch of steel against his neck.
Standing behind the man was another one this guy however was buried in clothing only one thing could be seen apperance wise, his long raven black hair that fall past his shoulders. He had a beanie on covering up to his forehead, and a bandana around his mouth covering his chin. He wore a large trench coat, black cargo pants, and black combat pants. Along his back was a machete, and in his hands was a six shooter revolver that was cocked, and ready. "Welcome to Cutter's cry." The man spoke, and before the truck driver could say anything in return the masked man pulled the trigger a loud bang sounded, and the man fall backwards. With that the masked man walked over to the truck to look for the other guy, but he simply backed off seeing he already dead. "Nice work." He laughed as he moved to the back of the truck lifting up the tarp. Though he found nothing as the trucks where going to Cutter's cry to obtain goods not deliver. "Looks like another night of beans for you, Alex." He sighed stretching as he looked back at the torn down settlement.