(We will not be following the actual storyline) 5 years after the outbreak, humanity still clings to survival. Groups of survivors scattered across the globe have fought for their lives, yet no matter what, they all still meet the slow, agonizing death of the virus. Now, only a few survive. Groups hardly held together, trust and respect washed from our minds. They will fight to find a cure, or die trying.
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Both Needed The Walking Dead
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Both Needed The Walking Dead
Kelsea
Knight
I'd like to join. :) I love the Walking Dead. It'd be exciting to play a lone survivor, or be part of an existing group if that's the plan.
Erin O'Connolly
25 / Female
Physical Appearance:
Hair: Black with red highlights ; Meduim length ; french braid style
Eyes: Green/gold
Skin: Fair skin tone, usually covered in grime.
Height: 5"5'
Build: Athletic
Before the virus:
She was with her family on a survivalist trip in the middle of nowhere when the virus hit. Her parents were the first to succumb to the virus, Her father killed her little brother before she found out that head shots were the only way to make them truly dead. From that point forward she was alone. She knew enough to stay out of major cities and made her way through the states by traveling along borders. After five years of this, she's forgotten how to talk to living humans, she's un-trusting, skittish, and very good at hiding.
Erin O'Connolly
25 / Female
Physical Appearance:
Hair: Black with red highlights ; Meduim length ; french braid style
Eyes: Green/gold
Skin: Fair skin tone, usually covered in grime.
Height: 5"5'
Build: Athletic
Before the virus:
She was with her family on a survivalist trip in the middle of nowhere when the virus hit. Her parents were the first to succumb to the virus, Her father killed her little brother before she found out that head shots were the only way to make them truly dead. From that point forward she was alone. She knew enough to stay out of major cities and made her way through the states by traveling along borders. After five years of this, she's forgotten how to talk to living humans, she's un-trusting, skittish, and very good at hiding.
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PerfectPorcelain
I could be your perfect disaster...
Inner Sanctum Nobility
♔ Champion ♔
I'm interested in joining too!
Caroline Douglas
26 / Female (bi-sexual)
Physical Appearance:
Hair: Shoulder length dark blonde hair, parted to the side with angled bangs
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Slightly tanned, or is that dirt?
Height: 5'7"
Build: Lean
Before the virus:
Caroline was a married school teacher. She had a love for the finer things in life and was devoted to her job. When the virus hit, the school went into lockdown as the building was attacked. Students began to change and Caroline had to make many hard decisions. Her husband never made it home. Since then she has been apart of a group that ultimately crumbled from within and has been searching for a new group to call home.
Caroline Douglas
26 / Female (bi-sexual)
Physical Appearance:
Hair: Shoulder length dark blonde hair, parted to the side with angled bangs
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Slightly tanned, or is that dirt?
Height: 5'7"
Build: Lean
Before the virus:
Caroline was a married school teacher. She had a love for the finer things in life and was devoted to her job. When the virus hit, the school went into lockdown as the building was attacked. Students began to change and Caroline had to make many hard decisions. Her husband never made it home. Since then she has been apart of a group that ultimately crumbled from within and has been searching for a new group to call home.
PerfectPorcelain
I could be your perfect disaster...
Inner Sanctum Nobility
♔ Champion ♔
Kelsea
Knight
Lol, it's all good. :)
Faith Bittner
24/Female (Lesbian)
Physical Appearance:
Hair: Falls down to the small of her back, chocolate brown, usually held up in a ponytail.
Eyes: Icy Blue, like daggers staring into you soul
Skin: Pale, not noticeable due to dirt and grime
Height: 5'5"
Build: Athletic
Before the Virus:
Faith worked as a metal welder. She didn't worry too much if something were to happen, considering she could grab any of the hundreds of cars that pull into her shop on a daily basis. She had two brothers, both were serving in Afghanistan when the virus was discovered and considered an issue. They never came back. She couldn't contact them, so she had no idea if they were dead or alive. Her father was deceased, but her mother had been shot down in the streets 3 weeks after the initial outbreak. Now, stranded in Atlanta, she's determined to figure out what happened to her brothers, and destroy the virus.
24/Female (Lesbian)
Physical Appearance:
Hair: Falls down to the small of her back, chocolate brown, usually held up in a ponytail.
Eyes: Icy Blue, like daggers staring into you soul
Skin: Pale, not noticeable due to dirt and grime
Height: 5'5"
Build: Athletic
Before the Virus:
Faith worked as a metal welder. She didn't worry too much if something were to happen, considering she could grab any of the hundreds of cars that pull into her shop on a daily basis. She had two brothers, both were serving in Afghanistan when the virus was discovered and considered an issue. They never came back. She couldn't contact them, so she had no idea if they were dead or alive. Her father was deceased, but her mother had been shot down in the streets 3 weeks after the initial outbreak. Now, stranded in Atlanta, she's determined to figure out what happened to her brothers, and destroy the virus.
PerfectPorcelain
I could be your perfect disaster...
Inner Sanctum Nobility
♔ Champion ♔
#TeamFemale!! Haha
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Pierce MacLeod
29/Male
Dark Brown Hair
Green Eyes
Tan Skin
Athletic Build
6'2
Before the Virus
Pierce Macleod was in Prison during the outbreak. Pierce was a career criminal. Focusing on 'Complicated Acquisitions.' He worked predominantly domestic, though had worked a few jobs overseas.
When shit started getting heavy, Pierce managed to pry a metal bar from his bed frame to fight off the infected. He managed to make it to the prison armoury and get two duffle bags full of shotguns, pistols and ammo. Stole his personal effects and an armoured prison transfer vehicle and left.
Screams. Blood. Death. Stench. The 4 main parts of the world they lived in now. Trust nobody. Not even yourself. One moment they could be your friend... and the next they might drill a hole through your skull.
May 20th, 2018. 5;36 PM, all hell broke loose across North America. A virus the world has never seen. It killed you within 10 minutes. Shutting down your brain, except for the stem. Then the resurrection. The virus revives the stem, it could take 5 minutes. Resurrection times vary. For some, it took 5 minutes. Others, 8 hours. No matter what, it turns you into a carnivorous, blood-thirsty monster. You kill and eat anything living.
That's what most of the world's population has became. Only a few survive. Those few are the smart, the brave, the strong. Groups are a curse. More people, more noise. More noise. more walkers attracted. More walkers means...you get the point. The ones who choose to go solo, they prosper. Rationing food, ammo, and supplies isn't a worry.
One of those few solo humans left happened to be Faith. The auburn haired female sat atop a two-story house, walkers pounding on the doors and windows below. She casually ate a piece of Salami, her Remington 870 rifle laid next to her.
May 20th, 2018. 5;36 PM, all hell broke loose across North America. A virus the world has never seen. It killed you within 10 minutes. Shutting down your brain, except for the stem. Then the resurrection. The virus revives the stem, it could take 5 minutes. Resurrection times vary. For some, it took 5 minutes. Others, 8 hours. No matter what, it turns you into a carnivorous, blood-thirsty monster. You kill and eat anything living.
That's what most of the world's population has became. Only a few survive. Those few are the smart, the brave, the strong. Groups are a curse. More people, more noise. More noise. more walkers attracted. More walkers means...you get the point. The ones who choose to go solo, they prosper. Rationing food, ammo, and supplies isn't a worry.
One of those few solo humans left happened to be Faith. The auburn haired female sat atop a two-story house, walkers pounding on the doors and windows below. She casually ate a piece of Salami, her Remington 870 rifle laid next to her.
Kelsea
Knight
Erin O'Connolly was a celebrating her 25th birthday. She had kept a small calendar in her bag that she had almost religiously checked off the days as she went along. After the virus took everything she loved and held dear, she was committed to putting an end to it. Erin stayed on the outskirts of the once major city of Atlanta. She had found an old townhouse with a solid foundation and a large plot of land so that she could set traps and have clear visual in case a horde came her way. It was the end of the world as she knew it, any time she came across other living people she would stop and follow them, hoping they would prove to be good, strong people, people who shared her interest in ending this virus once and for all. All she found was people who had lost their will to fight. That wasn't enough for Erin.
The day's were easiest to walk around the dead seemed to be less active. Erin was able to scavenge for food, water and supplies for traps. Traveling alone at night however was dangerous. She had found ways to make it safe for herself. Traps that made noise when triggered to give her enough time to escape whatever it was that was chasing her. It kept the dead off her trail, and quite a few of the living as well.
Erin was sitting at an old table in the kitchen of the townhouse she had holed up in the night before. It was as good a place as any, and safe enough for another night. She had found a few travel maps of the city in one of the drawers of the house and planned on going through them before making her next move. Erin wanted to know if there were any medical facilities she could get to, maybe find a way to stop the virus all together, or at least add to the research she had already accumulated about the dead.
She kept her notes in a worn down red leather notebook her father had given her as a journal on the night before he had become sick. It was the last time she had seen his smile, the last time she had hugged her mother, and the last time she had heard her little brother's laugh.
The day's were easiest to walk around the dead seemed to be less active. Erin was able to scavenge for food, water and supplies for traps. Traveling alone at night however was dangerous. She had found ways to make it safe for herself. Traps that made noise when triggered to give her enough time to escape whatever it was that was chasing her. It kept the dead off her trail, and quite a few of the living as well.
Erin was sitting at an old table in the kitchen of the townhouse she had holed up in the night before. It was as good a place as any, and safe enough for another night. She had found a few travel maps of the city in one of the drawers of the house and planned on going through them before making her next move. Erin wanted to know if there were any medical facilities she could get to, maybe find a way to stop the virus all together, or at least add to the research she had already accumulated about the dead.
She kept her notes in a worn down red leather notebook her father had given her as a journal on the night before he had become sick. It was the last time she had seen his smile, the last time she had hugged her mother, and the last time she had heard her little brother's laugh.
Faith sighed, finishing the rest of the meat. Grabbing a makeshift noise maker from her bag, she tossed it over her head, where it landed next to a broken car yards away. As she stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder, she noticed a large plume of smoke suddenly erupt off to her right. She narrowed her eyes, grabbing the binoculars out of her pack. She looked over to where the smoke had come from, and her breath hitched in her throat. A herd swarmed over a burning car, a body erupting in flames. The screams could even be heard from where she stood atop the house. Then the stench hit her. The smell of burning flesh, rubber, and cloth. Tears sprung up in her eyes, and she quickly covered her nose and mouth with her sleeve.
She quickly turned from the sight, grabbing her rifle. The walkers attracted to the noisemaker had wandered off, leaving her alone. Once again.
Sometimes she wondered if she was the last living human on Earth. Or, atleast the last sane human being. She crawled back down through the roof hatch and into the attic, running back downstairs. She walked back outside, breathing in the rank air. "Another day, more deaths. Just great..." She muttered under her breath, starting to jog towards a 7/11 gas station close by.
She quickly turned from the sight, grabbing her rifle. The walkers attracted to the noisemaker had wandered off, leaving her alone. Once again.
Sometimes she wondered if she was the last living human on Earth. Or, atleast the last sane human being. She crawled back down through the roof hatch and into the attic, running back downstairs. She walked back outside, breathing in the rank air. "Another day, more deaths. Just great..." She muttered under her breath, starting to jog towards a 7/11 gas station close by.