The End is Here

[Lunaris]

Plot:
Its been 10 years since the world ended. The undead wander the streets of towns that were once full of joy and life. Groups of survivors are scattered across the United States, involved in a struggle to live. It has been rumored that there is safety in Europe, but obviously none know for sure. Without boats and fuel, it is questionable whether the survivors will ever be safe again...

The plot will obviously develop more as the story plays out, so I'm not going to go into a whole load of specifics.

Joining:
Character Name:
Character Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapon of Choice:
Current State:

Rules:
1) Grammar is key in this thread. If you plan on joining this, please make sure that you properly capitalize, punctuate, and format your posts. If you are talking out of roleplay, please make it clear by encasing your comments in [], {}, or () and put a horizontal rule between your roleplay and out-of-roleplay text.
2) There will be NO disrespect of any sort in this thread. Prior arguments and such will not be brought into this thread. If you feel that you will not be able to come and enjoy a roleplay without arguing, don't join.
3) No over powered characters. For example, there is no way that someone would be able to take down an entire hoard of the undead on their own. If I believe your character is becoming overpowered, I will give you a warning to fix it. If it is not fixed within your next few posts, you will be removed from the roleplay.

All expectations for roleplaying on the EtG forums can be found in this thread, so please read over it and get familiar with its contents.

[Lunaris]

Characters:

Character Name: Amalia Fisher
Character Age: 18
Appearance: Slender female with blonde hair that falls in soft waves around her shoulders. Standing a a mere 5'2", she is able to sneak around easily. She is dressed in a pair of torn jeans, a black tank-top with a blue plaid flannel and black combat boots. She has icy blue eyes and rarely smiles.
Personality: Very quiet and secluded, though she is a very loyal person. She despises the undead rather than fearing them, and will sometimes make irrational decisions because of this hatred.
Weapon of Choice: Throwing knives
Current State: Alabama


Character Name: Derek Malina
Character Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, muscular male with shaggy black hair that falls in his eyes from time to time. He is clothed in a plain gray quarter-sleeve shirt and dark-wash jeans. His dark green eyes seem to always know what you're thinking, and he almost always has a cocky smirk on his face.
Personality: (WIP)
Weapon of Choice: Steel baseball bat
Current State: New York


Character Name: Cerin Aalok
Character Age: 19
Appearance: Tall Thin Male with a hint of muscle, slightly short silver hair, always wheres black pants, a black leather jacket, and black sneakers, his eyes are dark purple for some unknown reason.
Personality: Does not talk unless necessary, prefers to be alone in a dark area, does not trust easily and is usually wary of those he trusts. very particular about things being done right.
Weapon of Choice: Katana (although he is handy with some guns as well)
Current State: New York   

[Zerrid]

Joining: ME

Name: Cerin Aalok
Age: 19
Apperence: Tall Thin Male with a hint of muscle, slightly short silver hair, always wheres black pants, a black leather jacket, and black sneakers, his eyes are dark purple for some unknown reason.
Personality: Does not talk unless necessary, prefers to be alone in a dark area, does not trust easily and is usually wary of those he trusts. very particular about things being done right.
Weapon of Choice: Katana (although he is handy with some guns as well)
Current State: New York   

[Zerrid]

there fixed

[Mr Muffin]

It looks to me like Lunaris would like good role playing etiquette to be implemented in this role play so here is a link to a thread I have read that I think has good tips for role plays so Lunaris might want to read it and decide if she wants to implement its contents to the role play. I had a hard time wording this post so I hope readers (especially Lunaris) understand what I'm trying to say. Here's the link. http://elementscommunity.org/forum/role-playing/role-playing-and-you/

[Lunaris]

It looks to me like Lunaris would like good role playing etiquette to be implemented in this role play so here is a link to a thread I have read that I think has good tips for role plays so Lunaris might want to read it and decide if she wants to implement its contents to the role play. I had a hard time wording this post so I hope readers (especially Lunaris) understand what I'm trying to say. Here's the link. http://elementscommunity.org/forum/role-playing/role-playing-and-you/

The link in this quote shows EXACTLY what I'm looking for in this thread. If you have not done so, please read over this thread carefully and make yourself familiar with the content.

[Lunaris]

Joining: ME

Name: Cerin Aalok
Age: 19
Apperence: Tall Thin Male with a hint of muscle, slightly short silver hair, always wheres black pants, a black leather jacket, and black sneakers, his eyes are dark purple for some unknown reason.
Personality: Does not talk unless necessary, prefers to be alone in a dark area, does not trust easily and is usually wary of those he trusts. very particular about things being done right.
Weapon of Choice: Katana (although he is handy with some guns as well)
Current State: New York

You've been added. Go ahead and start when you're ready

[Lunaris]

  Derek sat with his legs hanging off the roof of the small house he had taken refuge in. His bat was tucked under the crook of his left knee, and he held a small can of green beans in his hand. Following the path of a walker along the road, he snickered quietly. "Must suck, being dead. Though, you're not really dead are you?" He threw the now empty can at the walker, hitting it in the side of the head.
  The walker, curious as to what had hit it, turned towards Derek and began making its way towards him. Still laughing, Derek lept off the overhang with his bat in hand and walked over to the walker and began repeatedly hitting it, each hit making a satisfying cracking sound upon impact.
  Don't stop, just go. He tried to kill you, let them eat him. Amalia kept casting glances over her shoulder at the hoard, and her eyes focused on the injured man who was just steps in front of it. Their eyes met, and he started yelling and pleading for her to help him, but all Amalia could think was of how he'd grabbed her and held her still in front of the hoard, waiting for the walkers to get close enough.. He's not worth the time. She shook her head and took off running, covering her ears when the man behind her began to scream in agony. You're doing what's right.

[Zerrid]

Cerin waited in the shadows for something, anything to happen. thats the problem with New York City it has so many back alleys and main roads its almost

impossible to find anyone, even walkers. He took of running down the alley he was in, glancing around at every intersection. Where is that group of survivors I

say yesterday? Cerin thought to himself. A scream sounded about 100 feet away. Cerin remained calm in NYC that could be 1 or 5 streets away. He rounded the corning onto a main

road and swung up onto a nearby fire escape. Climbing up the makeshift stairway he stepped out onto the roof. Surprising that there is still a roof on this building.

Running along the edge so as not to cave in the middle Cerin leapt from building to building, most having holes or even no roof. on the eighth roof he found the

source of the scream. Well I found the survivors. There in the middle of the road was a group of people armed with makeshift weapons and even a gun or two.

hm normally with that weaponry you would have no trouble with walkers, why did they scream? The shadows around the group began to move. Oh they are

surrounded by walkers, and not just a small group, this looks like almost half of NYC's population. the survivors with guns started to shoot. miss, waste of

bullet, miss again. Cerin started naturally analyzing the fighting going on before him. The walkers where almost right on top of the survivors now, the ones with

melee weapons had started attacking the walkers. their not going to survive this with how many zombies their are. Cerin watched with cold calculation, I

give them 7 more seconds, 1. One of the survivors fell to the ground. 2. the walkers where now on top of the survivors, jumping on them and attacking.

3. the onslaught continued 4 zombies dropping for every 1 survivor. 4. only 5 survivors where left now and they where surrounded. 5.  the walkers

rushed forward, the survivors disappeared below the surface, screaming. 6. the screaming stopped, there was an eerie silence, none of the walkers where

moving. 1 second off, not to bad. All the walkers started shambling away in random directions, after about a minute there where no walkers in sight, then

something surprising happened. One of the survivors, that was on the ground, got up, and walked away.





PS please feel free to critique my writing in anyway. I know i need to get better.

[Lunaris]

[Your writing is fine, no worries (:]
  Gunshots rang in Derek's ears, and his head whipped around, trying to pinpoint the exact direction from which they came. Thankfully, they don't sound too close. But they're too close for comfort. Dashing back into the small base he'd set up, he grabbed a backpack and stuffed it with cans, a large bottle of water, and a flashlight. Strapping a holster to his hip as quickly as possible, he slid a small pistol (that he doubted he would use) into it and ran out the door, making sure to close and lock it with the key he'd found in a drawer in the kitchen. He gripped his bat tightly in his left hand, his right hooked into the strap of the backpack between the strap and his shoulder.

[Zerrid]

Cerin sat straight up, bumping his head against the brick wall he had been laying against. He rubbed the back of his head as he stood up. Cerin stretched and started to run down the alley. His mind was still focused on the slaughter that had happened  3 hours previously, and the survivor.

 After the survivor had gotten up they had walked down an adjoining alley. Cerin had noticed that it was a girl but not a very old one maybe 12 or 13. He had followed her to a collapsed building on the edge of the water, she went inside and hadn't come out. Cerin had memorized the address and had gone back to his alley. Cerin had checked the building everyhour since then and hadn't seen the girl once.

 

[Lunaris]

[Why did it progress 3 days..?]