Zombie apocalypse RP! Please Join!

same as scorchwing, i haven't seen much of the walking dead, but zombies, right?! i'm gonna join c: )

I gtg I'll right form tomorrow!))

(No problem, you can make it tomorrow!
I love your character! My character and yours can meet at like a convenience store of sorts)

(Got to go for a second, i'll be right back!)

Mackenzie-
She entered through the front of the store and kicked an empty can on the ground to draw walkers so she can finish them off. Silence. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and set her backpack down on the ground. Mackenzie opened it up and counted up what she had:
4 boxes of ammo
5 food cans (each can provides a meal for her for one day)
4 water bottles
1 flashlight
1 box of matches.
*time to restock* she thought. She closed up her backpack and slung it around her shoulder. The store had shelves toppled over, trash littered everywhere, and lights hanging on by a string on the ceiling. She walked up and down the store, taking what she was able to hold but paused in her tracks when she heard movement from in the back. Mackenzie cautiously walked forward. With her hand on her Colt Python. She whipped it out when she saw someone and pointed it directly at their head. "Who are you?" Mackenzie meant buisness.

yo! sorry for poofing yesterday ^^

"Aheh, calm down.." Evelyn stood up to face the younger girl. "I'm no undead, that's for sure. You can put the gun away. I don't want to be shot for no reason..again." She said, rolling her eyes and sighing. "I'm Evelyn. A traveling..healer, of sorts. And who are you?"

aah, dont worry about it ^^;!)

Evelyn was slightly overwhelmed, but obliged anyways. She didn't want to make any enemies, anyway. "No, I was a nurse, and no," she thought for a moment. "Unless you think those things are still human." She shuddered.

"Nice to meet you." She sized up the younger woman and gave her a suspicious look. "Nowhere, really. I will be leaving this city soon enough, though. There will probably be less of those things out on the open road or something." She shrugged again, with more indifference than before. "Who knows, maybe this whole thing is just happening here. I couldn't tell you." She looked Mackenzie in the eyes. "Where are you headed? Do you have a group or something?" Evelyn worried about such a young girl alone with nothing but a handgun in such a drastic situation.

"Aaah, i can take 'em." She looked back to her machete. "Haven't killed someone in their right mind yet, and I don't plan on it." She sighed when she heard she was looking for people. I would've given up on that by now... "Welp, good luck!" she waved her out of the store.

Screen Name: Firestar2424

Character name: John "Zero" Schwartz

Gender: Male

Age: 21 years old

Weapon of choice: Specializes with two handed CCQ weapons and sniper rifles

Physical Description: John is a muscular man with short cut brown hair and brilliant blue eyes. He is about average height, though he stopped measuring after the walkers attacked. When out in dangerous areas, he wears lightweight body armor to protect from walkers, including a helmet which covers his entire head with a tinted bulletproof visor, which he found while raiding an abandoned C.I.A. outpost. While relaxing, he normally wears a t-shirt and shorts.

Personality: John is more sympathetic then you'd expect for someone who survived the bombing of his home town, Denver, and lost his entire family. He is kind to those less fortunate than him, but is quick to defend anyone unable to protect themselves. He isn't afraid to do what needs to be done in hard situations and would sacrifice himself for his friends.

History: John was born and raised in Denver. After people began turning, him and his family moved out to a cabin hidden in the rockies. while out on a supply run in town, his father was shot down by a group of raiders. He was forced to ensure his father wouldn't turn, but on his way back, him and his brother were separated by a group of walkers. He searched for his brother for days, only to find him pinned underneath a fallen tree, turned. He returned home to find both his mother and his girlfriend shot in the head executioner-style. He set off on his own, eventually finding an abandoned C.I.A base where he was able to salvage his body armor and a interesting prototype weapon which was fashioned like a sword, yet also had an electrical pulse which, if used on a walker, would end their mental functions, killing them, though it's electrical shock seems only able to temporarily incapacitate people.

Family: All deceased

Group: lone wolf

(bump)

(no problem! Just jump in!)

John scavenged around an abandoned gas station, finding a few cans of vegetables and a bag of potato chips hidden under a pile of shirts. "Potato chips." He remarked. "Haven't had those in forever." He packed what he could into a large duffelbag and pulled out a jerrycan. He was about to attempt to syphon out the gasoline at the pumps when he heard a scream nearby. Drawing his sword, he took off. Rounding a corner, to his dismay, an entire herd of walkers stood in front of him, clearly trying to get at something or, more likely, someone. "Is anyone still alive over there!" He shouted, hoping to make his voice heard over the swarm of undead.

(It's nice to see another joiner! I'd be fine with you joining and its likely Blubber will be too, but I'm not in charge here so I'm not the one making the decisions.)