Fandom Walking Dead RP

[Lord Bradorian]

(Reread @Navaro' s post, Riah.)

 

[RiahB]

(Damn it, give me a sec.)

 

[Lord Bradorian]

(So let's get this straight - theirs, let's say, 20 walkers in the Town? Because my posts of describing the town say there's a scarce amount, but you describe a horde -- do we want to change the walker number? I said there was a low amount so there could be a little more player-interaction, but if it's voted that there's a ton, then we can roll with that as well)

 

[RiahB]

(I just felt it would be more realistic, and your character's reaction I guess made me feel like it was a more pressing factor, but we can say it's fourteen or fifteen that are coming out. I don't care. You're the boss. We should probably take this to OCC though because it's spamming up the rp.)

 

[Navaro]

The lady sntached away her rifle and forcefully brought Garcia to his feet. With quite a few insults and demanding questions, she dragged him with her, running away from the incoming rotters, in the same relative direction as her robbers.


Besides their footsteps, gear bouncing on their backs, and their breathing, they were both silent toward eachother as they ran. Once they has reached a safe distance from the rotters, Garcia took a few deep breaths before asking her, "so, uh, what's your name, m'lady?"

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Jason spotted the two running up toward the two concealed men, and Jason raised his M16A2. "Don't shoot 'em, man" Lachlan pleaded. "I told them not to follow us. This can't be tolerated" Jason said, but he handed the M16A2 to Lachlan. "You expect me to shoot 'em?" Lachlan asked Jason bewildered. "Nah, just keep me covered" Jason said, and he begun shuffling through his bag. He withdrew the Crossbow, which still had some blood on it from when Jason had murdered that woman outside of the Sub-Station with a hatchet-to-head technique, and he also adjusted the already loaded metal bolt so that it was ready to fire. Jason then leveled the Crossbow towards the two and aimed through the scope directly at the man with the pistol's stomach. He breathed in, and held his breath. Then, he pulled the trigger, and the Crossbow Bolt zoomed through the air and ripped through the man's stomach, blood spurting from the wound and onto the bolt. The bolt head stopped just before it destroyed the vertebrae, and it miraculously did not hit a vital organ. The man fell to the ground, letting loose a horrific scream, dropping his gun to the floor. "I told you not to follow us!" Jason yelled, and he began to sprint away, deeper into the forest which was behind the Eastern Hill, grabbing his pack. Lachlan followed, leaving the man and woman behind.

 

[Navaro]

Garcia lifted his hands off his knees, having taken enough breath and reoriented. He put his hands on his waist, smirking at the lady. He was genuinely curious who this lady he saved was — especially considering her M4 carbine and ACU gear. As a military kid, he loved the armes forces, and a well-equipped infantry(wo)man was a dream come true nowadays.


He was anticipating her answer to his question any second when he barely registered a quick projectile coming from his right. The second after that, all he registered was red, a sharp pain in his stomach. He bent over a little, his eyes wide with fear at the arrow-like object stemming straight from his abdomen.


"FAAAAAA-," he screamed, jamming his teeth together before he could even finish the expletive. He fell to his knees as blood squirted from the bolt.


"I told you not to follow us!" a voice yelled, but all Garcia could interpret was ringing, and even that was starting to seem fuzzy.


"Dark ages douchebag!" Garcia tried to let out as he clutched the bolt.

 

[RiahB]

"Mayt," she said distractedly, looking down at the town. When the kid screamed, she turned quickly, ducking low for cover and pulling Barbra to the front of her body and resting her on the rock, her hand cushioning the rifle against the hard surface. She targeted the man with the bow in her crosshair and fired, no longer worried about being loud. The two were already screaming around like banshees so there was no point in trying to be quiet. Her training kicked in, her need to take out the target pressing. The bullet zoomed out, clipping him (wherever he would like) and Mayt pulled Garcia behind the rock, cursing that the men had sprinted off before she could properly kill the assholes.


She stood, pulling Garcia up with her and made her way adjacent to the men that ran. She stumbled a little as she was supporting the weight of the boy, but gritted her teeth, not feeling morally correct leaving him behind. It went against her entire way of living.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"Their chasing, but their far behind. We'll ambush them." Jason said. "The fuck? We already shot one of the fuckers! Ain't that enough?" Lachlan asked, furious at Jason's violent tendency. "And they shot at us. If we keep running, we run the risk of getting shot in the back." Jason argued. "So instead we shoot them in the back?" Lachlan asked with a edge of anger in his tone. "No, we use hand-to-hand. We knock them out and then take their weapons, and leave them with everything else." Jason said, hiding behind a large rock that he was sure Mayt and Garcia would pass. "Lets just hold them up and explain, maybe they'll join us. Safety in numbers, remember? Plus, that guy could die. You're the only one with medical experience (He doesn't know about Mayt' s) around here." Lachlan protested. Jason was about to answer, but he heard Mayt and Garcia. They waited, hidden, Jason with his hatchet on his belt but nothing else and Lachlan with his hammer. When Garcia and Mayt passed, they jumped out, Jason grabbing the girl from behind the neck and taking the clip of out her M4 with the other hand, pulling back the slide pull and then jerking it forward to pump the one in the barrel out silently, and he then took the clip and threw her to the ground. When she attempted to get up, a knife in her hand, Jason smashed the clip against her head, knocking her to the ground with a bloodied nose. She once again tried to get up, but Jason kicked her on her side and then stomped onto her neck, with enough pressure to be lethal, subtract a little. This caused the woman to go into a coughing fit and become submissive, and Jason then drew his hatchet and held it above his head, ready to sink it into Mayt's forehead. At the same time that Jason did this, Lachlan ran out and threw a straight into Garcia's temple, which sent him down. Unconscious. Simple. After 5 minutes, Garcia and Matt knelt side by side with their hands in the air and completely unarmed, with Jason aiming his M16A2 at Mayt and Lachlan aiming Mayt's now loaded M4 at Garcia.

 

[RiahB]

Mayt groaned, clutching her face. When Jason approached, she spat blood hard in his direction. "Bitch," she growled, her flesh coated in dark sticky gore. She looked as if she could've been a walker had she not had the look of life and not rot. "What the flying fuck is your problem?!" She looked over, ignoring the their assailants, to check on the boy's wound. It was bleeding heavily and she glared up at the men as if to say 'shame on you'.

 

[Navaro]

Garcia, still on his knees as Mayt was firing at their attackers, was struggling with his KA-BAR in shaky hands to cut away his shirt surrounding the bolt. Just as he tore away a small part, Mayt pulled him up and put her arm around him to support his weight. At this point, his vision has desiccated, blotches of black spreading all throughout.


Garcia was just starting to adapt to the rhythm of his limping and Mayt's steps when he found himself on the ground, a sharp pain encompassing the entire left side of his head. As he tried to get himself up, the dark blotches began to infect the rest of his vision. Soon enough, everything seemed to fall silent.


But he awoke from what he thought was death.


'Did I turn?' He thought as he rose. No, he still felt the pain in his stomach, and had no desire to go at the two men aiming their weapons at him and Mayt, who was still aside him.


She defiantly spit at the robbers. 'Bitch,' she snarled at them. She proceeded to say something else, but he was starting to zone out again, not being able to hear through the ringing. He barely noticed her look over at him, concerned. Yes, he was still bleeding profusely. In fact, he was surprised he handn't gone in to shock by now. But he did feel like collapsing again any second now.


EDIT: Fixed to match Riah's.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"You have to do things, terrible things, out here to survive. You're lucky I did not kill you, or your boyfriend. Now, we're going to provide you medical supplies, bandages, painkillers, etc., and you're going to patch him up while we keep an eye on you. After that, we'll send you off in the direction of the Town's Hospital for further treatment. You will then do what else you need to do on your lonesome. If you follow us again, you better shoot before we do. The only weapons that will be given to you is your knives, and Garcia will receive his Sig which will have a half a clip of rounds. We will take all other weapons. Do I make myself clear?" Jason announced. Lachlan had no quarrels. This M4 could mean alot. Now they'd have a Glock 22, a M1911A1, a Remington, a M16A2, a M4, and lots of ammo. He was sure they'd find all kinds of guns back in Town, too, once they loot it.

 

[Navaro]

Garcia grunted and bared his teeth. His face twisted in resentment and anger. These men, they put Garcia within an inch of death, and they were going to keep most of his gear . He didn't want to comply, in fact he'd shoot them right back if he could. But the cowards wounded him enough to prevent it.


"Y-you..." Garcia tried to insult them, demand they let him and Mayt go with everything, but he could barely let out a full word. Hell, coherent thoughts were absent from his mind. He looked down at his wound. His skin around the bolt was covered in a thick layer of his own blood. His hands were shaking violently. He needed medical attentiom, but the robbers were holding all of his medicine and his first aid kit.

 

[CGULL9313]

Sean had chatted with the girl a whip, though she'd given him no straight answers and remained quiet through most of it he was glad for the polite conversation. After a while, he went down to check on the boy. He was silent and when the older man picked him up he was cold to the touch. This boy isn't gonna make it, he couldn't help but think to himself as he held him on his lap. It wasn't long before both were asleep. When Sean awoke with a start, blinking into the darkness, he felt the toddler breathing steadily against him. Still sleeping. Gently he moved the child off of him to go check on the girl. She wad gone, as he'd feared. With a growl he went back down into the dark hatch to retrieve Joey. He made a few quick adjustments to his undershirt, tying into a sling in which to carry the boy. Checking that all of his weapons were still there, he exited the building and climbed the fence. Joey looked around at the sunlight in a daze. It was already around 3 pm, judging by the position of the sun. Sean cursed himself for falling asleep, although in truth he knew he couldn't have stayed awake much longer without passing out. He made his way in the direction of the closest town. When he arrived on the outskirts, he searched for his friends using the binoculars he had had stored in his pack. He saw them, bulky Lachlan and the armored Jason. To his frustration he also saw two others. A woman and a man. The man seemed to be injured, as there was blood all over him and he looked pale. Sean roared with anger. He didn't have to know anything about the situation to know that it was Jason's doing. He grabbed his Winchester and aimed it at the back of the dark skinned young man's head. His hands shook, as he placed his finger on the trigger. Take him out, he told himself. Do it. Do it. Do it! He started to apply pressure to the trigger, then pulled his finger away. God dammit. God dammit. He thought angrily. He couldn't do it. Not like this. The boy hadn't done anything to him. And he couldn't stand to kill another living person. Not with all the carnage around them already. Not with all the death. He had said that himself when trying to reason with Jason. They needed to protect each other. Instead, he turned and shot off a few rounds into a nearby tree. There were corpses approaching the men, and woman, on the ground. He reloaded and shot off a few more. The boom of his old shotgun filled the silent forest and echoed across the town. He was hoping to lure the corpses toward him instead. With his binoculars again he noticed the dead turn their heads, and start walking off in his direction. Silently, he snuck off through the trees with Joey strapped to his back.

 

[RiahB]

Mayt growled in outrage, pushing to stand despite pain in her limbs when the boom of shot gun echoed through the trees. What the flying fuck?! What the hell was that? She stood shakily, hot white pain shooting through her head. If she was going out, she wasn't going out sitting down.


(Garcia is a kid, btw)

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Jason O'Shaughnessy


Jason is a young man that is wearing quite a bit of armor and has a nice weapon. He's paramilitary, and don't even think for a second that he'll have even a shred of humanity in him. This man will stop at nothing for survival. Nothing. So I wouldn't get in his way if I were you.


Jason

Jason's M16A2

Jason's Armor

Jason ducked low when he heard the gunshots, turned, and saw a man holding a Winchester, and with a toddler. He continued to fire, and Jason called out to him. "Sean! Is that you!?" He then saw walkers converging on him. Lachlan raised his pistol to fire, but Jason stopped him. "Let him lead them off, okay?" We can finish Business and get the fuck out of here." Jason said. He then turned and aimed his gun at Mayt from a safe distance. "Get the fuck down"

 

[CGULL9313]

Sean heard Jason's shout and gestured with his shotgun as he slipped into the cover of the forest. The dead followed him. With ease he navigated through underbrush, avoiding the groping hands and moans of corpses. The child on his back started to cry for the first time as he looked around with wide eyes at the advancing dead. The older man growled some thinking, Now he cries. He didn't mind, as the sound would ensure that they followed. That was what he wanted anyway, for now. He would have to silence the child later, when it was time to hide, he knew that. He didn't think it was going to be too hard.

 

[Navaro]

By now, Garcia was struggling to keep upright. Some sort of sound gave a light disturbance in his ears' ringing. He glanced up, and saw one of the robbers halting the other about to fire off his pistol. Another threat, there must've been, then. The counseling man turned with his rifle pointed at at Mayt. Demanding something, probably, but Garcia still couldn't understand, he could barely keep his head in a solitary position.


"W-.... huhnn..." he tried to get some attention for the first aid, he'd been shot by that bolt at least twenty minutes ago. He stood up, actually managing for a few seconds, and took a step-and-a-half before falling on his side. He reached for the robber that was aiming his pistol earlier, Garcia could vaguely recall that that man had some notion of common sense, at least more than the other, but couldn't remember why. Again, blackness began to outstretch to all of his vision, and the strength in his arm melted. He lost consciousness as his arm dropped, still bearing out to the man.

 

[Cosmic Storm]

Is in a tree nearby watching the survivors closely. Watching their every move with his silenced sniper trained on them. He had been watching them for the past few days trying to decide whether to introduce himself to them. He has been alone for quite some time and has almost never gotten a good night's rest since the outbreak. Luke has been a vicious hunter to all that make their presence a threat towards him. Luke is just tired of being on his feet.

 

[CGULL9313]

Sean passes nearby, the child on his back crying. As he keeps away from the corpses, who are getting more numerous, he pulls the boy out of the makeshift sling and tries to comfort him. "Shhhh...time to be quiet now.", he says in an unsoothing voice. He doesn't know a thing about kids. Joey, however, stops crying immediately. His eyes wide as he stares...behind the older man's head. Too late, Sean turns his head. A body, that's all it is now, as it was so rotted and munched on that most of it's face was white bone and it's ribs were visible through the chunks of gore. It had no discernible gender or identity. Sean would have been quicker, without the child. He went for his blade but before he could do damage the mass of dead flesh had him in it's boney grip. It's exposed teeth snapping at him. With Joey in the book of his right arm, and the knife in his left he barely held the monster at bay. The "No!", Sean screamed, dropping the child unceremoniously to the forest floor. He stood over the baby, who started to cry again to Sean's dismay. With his free hand he grabbed the body under it's rotting jaw and yanked. With a roar and a sickening sound the head came free from the body. Tensons, veins and bone snapping. The flesh dropped to the ground, but the head kept snapping it's blackened teeth. Sean shoved the ten inch blade all the way in to it's soft skull and it finally stopped. He dropped it to the ground. There were more coming, they were on him. It was too many, too fast. He stepped over the baby and stabbed the nearest one in the head. It fell, and he with it. The others were on him in a second, snarling and groaning. "No! No! Jason! Lach!", he screamed, but he knew they were too far away to help him now. He fought them off the best he could, desperately. He felt his thick carhart coat being clawed at and bit. He hoped it would protect him as he stabbed wildly at the corspses piling on top of him. The baby screamed, but he could hardly hear him over the sound of his own cries and the ruckus of the dead. "God, someone help me!"

 

[Cosmic Storm]

Luke was the first to hear his call. Luke had dozed off in a tree moments ago, and suddenly awoken, by the screams that called for him nearby. Luke immediately unstrapped himself from the tree. Luke's alert eyes could not hear anything so he climbed higher into the tree. Luke has climbed to the top of the tree, in search of the calling. Luke saw nearly instantly a child and a person near it. Luke dropped from the tree gracefully and took off in that direction.


What he saw was horrifying. The Undead had circled around the two, slowly making their way towards them. Luke pulled out his rifle from his pack and quickly loaded the ammunition inside. Luke, with one hand, climbed the nearest sturdy tree, and began to position himself. Luke took a deep breath, and looked through the scope and softly pulled the trigger, taking out Walkers that were closing in. It was the unfortunate click of his gun, that he ran out of bullets. Sean had tried to look for what the shots had come from, but was still fighting for his life. Luke dropped down from the tree branch and pulled out his hunting knife from right combat boot. He ran over to them, kicking a zombie down and striking it in the head. Luke gave Sean a nod, to say perhaps he was helping him and was on his side and would do him no harm. Luke started taking them out, side by side next to Sean.

 

[Archon]

Christian was minding his own business, looting and scavenging whatever he could find from some store, when some morons decide to start shooting each other, attracting a whole horde. "God damn it! Trigger happy morons!" He yelled in a hushed voice, as the horde walked by the store he was holed up in, he made his way to the door behind the building, and darted out, only to find the roamers had spread out here too.With his customized blade, he began to dispatch them with clean downward strikes into the skull, making an opening to escape them, whilst running however, he saw those responsible as not being bandits,but appeared as normal people,a child included. He lingered behind the tree, observing what would happen from now.

 

[CGULL9313]

Sean had heard the bullets, hoping it was Jason. He was grateful he hadn't taken him out when he'd has the chance...dangerous or not he was an ally. He knew that. With a groan, he pushed the pile of rotting corpses off of him and stood up. The baby was still crying, no...screaming and Sean looked to him with dismay. Joey was drenched in blood. It was pouring from his cheek and the side of his neck. Pooling on the ground and staining the flannel wrapped around him. The beanie that Sean had given him was in the clutches of a corpse's boney hand. The older man took out another dead one coming toward the child. He gritted how teeth and tears filled his eyes as he walked over to Joey. He stopped crying, gasping for breath and looked up at Sean. His big brown doe eyes were full of tears, pain and fear. He held his little arms up to the man. One of his tiny hands was mangled, like he had tried to protect himself. Sean smiled down at the child sadly as he went to one knee. He picked him up, amidst the chaos, and held him close. The blade went in easy and came out clean, but it was neither for Sean. It was his fault this child was dead. He couldn't protect him. He stood up, holding the dead boy still and looked over at the blonde young man fighting off the dead as they came. Sean hardly saw him.

 

[RiahB]

"Someone help me!" followed by the cry of a child had Mayt horrified.


"My God, you stupid bastard," Mayt hissed at Jason. "Let us help your friend! He has a baby!" She shuddered at the idea of harm coming to the child and she ducked down, holding her hand to Garcia's stomach. "You're going to be alright kid." She reached out and grabbed her hunting knife from the ground, hoping to cut the end of the arrow off, but there was so much happening she stopped and took a deep breath before standing and whirling on the black man.


"Had you not been an asshole and a fool, none of this would be happening right now! We did you no harm. We were only looking to get away from the same thing you were and now people are going to die for your incompetence and your stupid fucking pride. I'd watch your back, I swear to God, because if a walker doesn't kill you, I fucking will." She looked to the more kind man and gave him a stern glare. "Stay with the boy," she ordered, her anger offering no other option. She reached around Jason, grabbing her rifle. She picked a magazine off the ground, loaded it, and stared expectantly and Jason.


"Let's get fucking moving. If that baby dies, I'll rip your throat out."

 

[Princess Ktyria]

'Finally by myself again...' She thought, walking carefully along the dark road. The shadows from the buildings were casted upon the exact road to was walking on. The alleys were worrying her, but considering the circumstances, she knew that there probably weren't any clowns hiding in them. From what she heard, a gun shot attracted a horde of clowns. 'I wonder if they're okay.' Carter thought, quickly dismissing it and trying to push the group out of her mind, 'No you don't. You left them selfishly for a reason.' She sighed, clenching her machete and contininuing down the street. "I have a few more minutes to go until I reach my destination." She said to herself. The cold air was bitter on her bare skin and her hair was hard from the blood and her shoes were heavy from mud stuck to them. 'Once you get there, you'll be alright.' She thought, suddenly seeing the area. The alley had grafitti painted on the front so she knew it was the right one. "That was quick." She mummbled, looking around ot make sure no one was following her and entered the alley. Directly left was a door. It was a heavy metal door.


Carter looked at the door and closed her eyes, taking a shallow breathe before opening them again and opening the door. Right as she did, she was met with the barrel of the gun. "Drop your we-" The voice. She knew that voice. Suddenly the gun dropped and she saw him. "A-asher...?" Carter fumbled out. The male hugged her, pulling her close. "Wh-what are y-you doing here?!" She practically yelled. He silenced her by putting a finger up to his mouth and puleld her inside, checking to make sur eno one was around and closing the door. "Sit down and let me explain." He said, gesturing to the sleeping bag on the ground. Carter clenched her machete and did what she was told. He sat down next to her and explain everything. Why he left, why he didn't come back, how he ended up here, everything.


(I'm going to end it on that note and probably let you guys burst in while trying to look for a spot to hide..?)