The End: Chapter 1 "Z-day"

[Jokesome]

(Also, who are the main group?)


Well, seeing as though you and one other are posting i figured that you were.

 

[SeikEveRhavrkenFex]

(I didn't know what to call it so I said main group I mean whatever group everyone is in but I guess I read something wrong. It's Kk I don't have a more realistic profile for Eve as usually when rp she is accepted as is. I'll just drop out is already so far into im kinda lost anyway sorry for the bother


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[DrTrollinski]

There isn't a main group. That's the idea of the RP, and we discussed that a lot in the PM's. We don't all start off in one place, it'd be too chaotic.

 

[SeikEveRhavrkenFex]

Ok I was a little confused by that haha


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[Jokesome]

Pfft, DrTrollinski. You are the main group at the minute. Wherever you are, that's where the main group is.

 

[cremora]

Name:

Cremora "Redd" Gibbs

Age:

23

Date of Birth:

25/01/1992

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Spoiler

Occupation Before Outbreak:

Army National Guard 92a, Volunteer, Animal Shelter Front Desk Attendee

History/Background/Bio:

Raised in a fairly unremarkable home with both parents in fairly unremarkable fields, Cremora lived through a fairly unremarkable childhood, signing up for a rather remarkable career. Almost faceless among the people around her, she blended in seamlessly to ROTC life in high school, then jumped into the Army National Guard at 17, graduating school early with just above average scores. Enlisting in the Army National Guard did nothing for the unremarkable woman with the interesting name, only furthering her lack of self-identity. Despite this harrowing setback she ended up a Staff Sergeant due to her adherence to the code set forward by her superiors, and her quiet tenacity to remain strict with orders.

Her apt for remaining straight and narrow provided her the perfect MOS during her enlistment duration, placing her in MOS 92a, unofficially considered the likes of a Quartermaster, maintaining the supplies and wellness of the unit she was assigned to. This repeating job drilled into her mind to be prepared for a no-win scenario, to which she responded with buying year's worth of MRE equivalent foodstores to put in her basement. This, coupled with her survival knowledge from her military career leave her prepared, but vulnerable, to the events about to unfold around her.

Personality:

Unremarkable. Forgettable. Compassionate. Doormat. Cremora is all of these, and then some. She spends her working hours at an animal shelter as a front desk attendee and a back-of-house inventory clerk, often staying past her required hours to ensure the tasks everyone else avoids are completed. When she is done with those, her evenings consist of volunteering at a homeless shelter, administering basic foods and general hygiene to the less fortunate. Since being put in the IRR and shipped back to the States from her deployment in Iraq, Cremora has impossibly become more bland in her persona, living the same monotonous life day after day, content to exist this way until she withers, alone with her dogs, in old age.

Equipment/Weapons:

Cremora begins her tale in the chaos at home, on one of her days off from work. Being at home she has all of her enlistment gear available to her, albeit behind a padlocked basement door.

Skills:

All the skills basic training provides she can recall verbatim, however applying them in combat is taxing. She is an unremarkable person after all, so her skills are limited. She can shoot fairly well, trained and all, but considering the realization to come- that only head trauma will do the biters in- she will have a long period of trouble while adjusting to this requirement. She has not been trained in any special rifle usage or trick shot skills, but having had to supply her stranded unit at one point in her career with food has given her a slight leg up on basic trapping and dressing knowledge. She is intuitive and inventive, but only when under pressure by others around her. Her skills are numbers and how to divide items between a set of given numbers, so she would be ideal to keep inventory over a group's stock of food and/or ammunition. Being as mundane as she is, it would be easy to trust her, as she is not stern in her values, but can be pushed to obey those in power.

Other (Theme song, notable features, etc

The overarching song which fits her best is a composition by Helen Jane Long called


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. Something to note about her personality which I didn't think would fit under the personality area due to its obscurity is that Cremora is an introvert. Introverted in her case means that while she is drawn to people, she will not openly engage them in conversation, preferring simple company through osmosis, or in a more literal sense, observation. She could survive by herself for a long period of time in theory, but the desire to observe life would make her stir crazy, which goes against her next flaw. Cremora both loves and hates nature. As someone who deals with constant agoraphobia, it's hard for her to venture out of spaces which offer her closed walls and defining areas. This will be something which might trigger a moment of PTSD for her if prolonging her exposure to the openness of the world does occur.
(Well, I hope this was a better written explanation for my character. Let me know when it's accepted!)

 

[WArcAsh4]

It must have been 200 people barreling straight for them, the airport security stood and leveled their weapons toward the crowd. Michael joined them in standing ground, he had to get a look at what was coming. The crowd part for them as they ran around the Officers, he looked at them as they rushed by, some cried, some wore a look of pure shock and terror. The children screamed through the chaos, some dragged by their parents who struggled to keep track of 4 separate children. The crowd passed, all that was left was Michael and two dozen airport TSA Agents. And then he saw them, hundreds of them, traveling in one bloody mass.


Flesh torn and ripped away from some, others dragged the remainder of a large intestine behind them, some blindly trudged on as their eyes were missing from the sockets. Men, Women, Children it did not discriminate. Children of all ages followed in suit, those that were small and fray had lost limbs in one manner or another. The TSA agents opened fire, bullets sliced through the torsos of the hoard, unloading a clip each into the mass, they kept coming, not phased by the recent volley of fire. As one, the hoard broke into a sloppy sprint.


Michael turned "Run!" He ordered, they all followed suit. A TSA agent led the way, he turned down a security access door and swung it open, he ushered them in, closing the access point was useless, the hoard was already on them. Their numbers had fallen, two dozen TSA agents was now 14. One tripped in the narrow corridor and was swallowed by the hoard. They reached the end, the lead agent punched in an access code and ushered them through, then forcing the door shut behind them, they stood back, waiting to see if the security door emplacement would handle the collective impact of the hoard, they hit, the door groaned, but held.. for now.

 

[EmilyPower]

Name: Wendy Dawson


Age: 8


Date of Birth: June 8


Gender: Female


Appearance:

Occupation Before Outbreak:


None, child


History/Background/Bio:


Wendy was born in a small family formed by her mother and her father. Her mother left her husband and her daughter when she got another boyfriend and decided to start a new family with them. Since her father was a police officer, Wendy was left alone most of the time or with a baby sitter but she was always able to look at the bright side of things of her father´s job. She was always a really happy kid.


Personality:


Wendy is usually really sweet and full of joy but when really bad things happen that smile in her face will face away and take a really long time to return. Wendy is easily impressed and trusts strangers very easily.





Equipment/Weapons:


A small backpack





Skills:


- She is good at manipulating people to do what she wants them to do but only for small things


Other (Theme song, notable features, etc





 
@DrTrollinski

 

[DrTrollinski]

Accepted.

 

[cremora]

Did that include me?

 

[DrTrollinski]

Yes

 

[DrTrollinski]

@cremora

 

[MisfortunateDreams]

• L. H. Goose
• Info
• History
• Equipment
• Other

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  FC: James Marsden

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  NAME:
  
  Lewis Henry Goose
  
  AGE:
  
  Thirty-six
  
  DATE OF BIRTH:
  
  January 4th, 1978
  
  GENDER:
  
  Male
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  Lewis comes off as a playboy, and at one point in his life he was. His life now, however, is something he'd never trade. He is a dedicated businessman due to the fact that he has two daughter to care for and child supports to pay. His peppered past has earned him a lot of responsibility.
  
  
  He's extremely protective over his daughters, Guinevere and Samantha; willing to do anything to protect them. Even if it means sacrificing himself in the process.
  
  SKILLS:
  
  Talents -
  
  
  ~ Charming (Well, if you consider flattery a talent.)
  
  
  ~ Long Hours (Because of work he can stay dedicated to one task for a long amount of time. Guard duty, travel, anything. He's a good guy to have tag along)
  
  
  ~ Talking (He's a business man, he knows how to relate to people or at least make people think he relates to them. Not the best leader, but he can negotiate like it's a walk in the park.)
  
  
  Basic -
  
  
  ~ Cooking
  
  
  ~ Hunting (Because his father was a big Hunter, he picked up a few tricks)
  
  
  ~ House chores (Having to raise two daughters by himself has made him very familiar was the various chores around the house.)
  
  Probably shouldn't do -
  
  ~ Lead (He's not a pilot... more a co-pilot.)
  
  
  ~ Be kept in charge of food rations (He's a bit of a glutton. Food is good after all.)
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  OCCUPATION BEFORE OUTBREAK:
  
  
  White Collar Business Man,
  
  
  Wall Street Stocks.
  
  
  HISTORY:
  
  
  Lewis was born in the small town of Rockford Texas to Mr. and Mrs. Goose. Though they had not been the most frequent in church, which consumed the majority of social activities in the town, the couple had done well in terms of popularity. Being young and quite adventurous, the pair often went off on strange trips that they would then come back from with a host of stories to share in the non-religious town gatherings. Mr. Goose, who's forefather had settles the town, soon took over the locate gun store; which he and his wife managed quite well.
  
  
  So, when Lewis was finally dreamt up, they were very well off and well liked. Not that this changed a bit when the charming little baby boy popped out of Mrs. Goose. The town was very excited about his birth, as they were with every baby that was born in Rockford.
  
  
  Lewis grew up well raised, with proper morals and a good sense of who his family was. It was very quickly established that he was, and still is, a man of the masses. At a very young age he was often called charming or bright. All names that led to his enormous self-confidence when he grew into a young adult. He was very popular and, just liked his parents, rather adventurous. Lewis' dream was to very quickly move out of Rockford and travel to a beautiful place where he would meet a girl and eventually settle down. To him staying in Rockford was the worst of the worst.
  
  
  He often used these tales to do what he loved best, woo girls. He was a little Casanova by the time he was thirteen. Not that it was very had for him to get the girl, he was rather good looking and everyone knew everyone. However, his talent for girls got him in a bit of trouble when he turned sixteen. Her name was Lilian Johnson, and she was the first girl to actually make Lewis try.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Lilian had moved in from Miami, a city of great adventure compared to Rockford, when he was fifteen. She was bold, outspoken, and the most beautiful thing that Lewis had every seen. She and her tan-skinned family rolled into Rockford halfway through the school year. When she walked into his third period science class it was like seeing an angel for the first time. Lewis was trapped.
  
  
  She certainly made him work for it too. Lewis was determined to make her another of his conquests. At least that's how it started. By the time she did finally agree to a date, it was the summertime and before he knew it they were spending all their time together. It was then that Lewis realized what they had was a bit different from the other girls. He even quit his playboy ways for her, which she took into account.
  
  
  Then school started, Lewis turned sixteen, and Lilian got pregnant. He and Lilian were determined to raise their kid right by getting married but it wasn't that easy. Lilian's parents, who had lost all trust in Lewis, wanted to move her back out to Florida with her aunt. She, of course, didn't want to but did as her parents wanted.
  
  
  In late August, Lewis got a call from Lilian. She told Lewis that he was the father of a beautiful baby girl. Overjoyed, Lewis bought the first plane ticket to Florida and went out to see them. Holding his daughter, Guinevere, was one of the happiest times of his life. The joy ended quickly though in the form of cancer. Lilian died not long after Christmas, leaving Lewis and their baby.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Lewis was determined to keep Guinevere, pleading with Lilian's parents. Eventually they agreed, finding it was too hard to have her when she looked so much like their late daughter. Lewis took Guine back to Rockford, where he raised her for the first couple years. With his grade up and women a less of a worry, he got himself a scholarship to a university in New York. Guine was left in Rockford with his parents, though he did visit when possible.
  
  
  He worked his hardest, his playboy ways slowly slipping back into place whenever he was in New York. Still, he was a good father to Guine even if he was away and secretly search for someone who would love his daughter as much as he did. He met Bethany in the library, and found that she fell quickly into his sheets.
  
  
  They started dating, and he even introduced her to his family - Guine included - during a trip home. She, though startled by the fact that he had a kid, general accepted Lewis' family. That is until she got pregnant herself and realized Lewis was not the guy she wanted to spend her life stuck with. Not only did she threaten abortion but she also claimed the baby was not his, despite that he knew it was.
  
  
  When she finally did have the baby she promptly handed all responsibility over to Lewis with a 'You're Welcome' and a 'Bye'. That summer Lewis brought more then the report of good grades home, but a new daughter names Samantha.
  
  
  He returned to school with the idea of providing for his growing family soon after. When he was in his last year he received a call from a large Stock business on Wall street. They asked him if he was still interested in an internship he had applied for, which he accepted. Close to a year later, Lewis graduated with a business degree and was brought on as a new employee at the place he had interned at.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Six months later he moved Guine and Sam out to New York where they finally started their lives together. The girls started school, he work, and they slowly fell into their new way of life. The only thing missing was a mother for his girls, which he was always looking for. He was twenty-seven when he asked his long term girlfriend, Phoebe, to marry him. She accepted.
  
  
  Phoebe had quickly adapted to the role of mother. Their marriage was happy until after she gave birth to their son, Henry. It wasn't a messy divorce, in fact it was quick. At thirty-two, Phoebe took Henry and a large sum of Lewis's money before leaving him. From then on, Lewis and his girls lived alone.
  
  
  
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  Equipment as of the beginning (I will update as new stuff is obtained)
  
  
  WEAPONS
  
  
  Axe
  
  
  Spoiler

  
  Pistol
  
  
  Spoiler

  Stoeger Cougar Pistol 45 ACP Bruniton Black w/rail 3.6
  
  
  

  
  SUPPLIES:
  
  
  ~ Clothes he is wearing (Pants, shirt, shoes, socks, etc)
  
  
  ~ Backpack
  
  
  ~ Sleeping bag
  
  
  ~ Flashlight
  
  
  ~ Rope
  
  
  ~ TP
  
  
  ~ Food (Granola bars, ramen, dehydrated stuff)
  
  
  ~ An extra pair of pants, two shirts, and a thick jacket.
  
  
  ~ His wallet (Credit cards, money, pictures, etc)
  
  
  FASHION:
  
  
  Before -
  
  
  Lewis is a businessman and for that reason he has to always dress accordingly. His fashion, though not perfect, has always been very neat because of the influence of his two daughters. When Samantha started liking fashion his style changed a lot, moving from business to very in-season. He was always told very bluntly what looked good and what didn't, so it was easy to say he was not allowed to own any piece of clothing that looked ridiculous.
  
  
  Spoiler

  
  After -
  
  
  When the dead begin rising he will have to deal with what he can get his hands on, just as his girls will have to. Though he won't have the business like air anymore, there's a good chance he'll still look a bit decent. Not that he's trying to impress a bunch of Walkers, or anything.
  
  
  Spoiler

  
• 
  
  
  THEME SONG:
  
  
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WORK IN PROGRESS

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• G. L. Goose
• Info
• History
• Equipment
• Other

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  FC: Sophie Tuner

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  NAME:
  
  Guinevere Lilian Goose
  
  AGE:
  
  Twenty
  
  DATE OF BIRTH:
  
  August 20th, 2014
  
  GENDER:
  
  Female
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  Having no mother, Guine has always been very close to her father. For some time it had been just the two of them, not that she remembers that time. She was four when her little sister was brought home and since then she's felt the responsibility of being the other sister. She's a very hard working person, challenging herself is just a way of life. In many ways she's like her mother in that aspect, to her father's dismay. She's bold, and though not fearless she finds that she can be brave if she needs to be.
  
  SKILLS:
  
  Talents -
  
  ~ Gymnastics (flexible and confident in her abilities)
  
  
  ~ Physically fit (She ran Track & Field in high school and now college. 200m & 1500m. Along with Long Jump - high school - and High jump - college.)
  
  Basic -
  
  ~ Swimming
  
  
  ~ Camping
  
  
  ~ Sewing
  
  
  ~ Hunting (She has a basic understanding from going with her grandfather)
  
  
  Probably shouldn't do -
  
  
  ~ Construction (The only thing she ever did was build forts in her living room with her young siblings. She can put up a tent... maybe.)
  
  
  ~ Cooking
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  OCCUPATION BEFORE OUTBREAK:
  
  
  College Student
  
  
  (Major undecided)
  
  
  HISTORY:
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Equipment as of the beginning (I will update as new stuff is obtained)
  
  
  WEAPONS
  
  
  Shovel
  
  
  Spoiler

  
  SUPPLIES:
  
  
  ~ Clothes she is wearing (Pants, shirt, jacket, hat, shoes, socks, etc)
  
  
  ~ Bakpack
  
  
  ~ Flashlight
  
  
  ~ Food (granola bars, ramen, dehydrated stuff)
  
  
  ~ Sleeping Bag
  
  
  ~ Extra pants, underwear/bar, shirts (x2), and a pair of shorts
  
  
  ~ Deck of cards
  
  
  ~ Trashbags (12)
  
  
  ~ Brush, hairbands, and soap
  
  
  FASHION:
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  THEME SONG:
  
  
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• S. R. Goose
• Info
• History
• Equipment
• Other

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  FC: Chloe Grace Moretz

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  NAME:
  
  Samantha Rose Goose
  
  AGE:
  
  Sixteen
  
  DATE OF BIRTH:
  
  July 14th, 1998
  
  GENDER:
  
  Female
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  SKILLS:
  
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  OCCUPATION BEFORE OUTBREAK:
  
  
  High School Student
  
  
  HISTORY:
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Equipment as of the beginning (I will update as new stuff is obtained)
  
  
  WEAPONS:
  
  
  Crowbar
  
  
  Spoiler

  
  SUPPLIES:
  
  
  ~ Clothes she is wearing (Pants, shirt, shoes, socks, etc)
  
  
  ~ Backpack
  
  
  ~ Blanket (Not a sleeping bag)
  
  
  ~ Food
  
  
  ~ Radio
  
  
  ~ Pocket knife
  
  
  ~ Extra clothes (Pants x2, shorts, shirt x4, underwear x3, jacket x2)
  
  
  ~ Lighter
  
  
  ~ Earplugs
  
  
  ~ Glow sticks (red x8)
  
  
  FASHION:
  
  
  
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  THEME SONG:
  
  
  [media]
  
  
  
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[Johnny Weiss]

Name:


Robert Moore


Age:


18


Date of Birth:


10-26-96


Gender:


Male


Appearance:

Occupation Before Outbreak:


Student


History/Background/Bio:


When he was younger, Robert was a lonely kid. He was severely bullied, not just by the kids at school, but by his own family, too. When he was about thirteen, he found solace from the rest of the world, with two, seemingly opposite sources. The bible, and horror films. Robert had never made a connection with another person, at least, not the kind he wanted, so the bible provided the fuel to keep him going. Meanwhile, his violent tendencies were at least partially satiated by the blood and gore from the movies he watched. The movies he tended to like the most were movies involving zombies, and the portions of the bible he connected with the most were the parts containing prophecy. This led to a strange personality within Robert. He both abhorred injustice, and loved violence.


When he reached the eighth grade, Robert started playing sports (football, wrestling, baseball, etc.) which sped up his metabolism, and helped him to lose the weight that had caused most of the bullying from before. Because of football, Robert had begun, also, to accumulate friends (not to say that these friends were always good friends. He began to socialize, and meet other people like him.


By the time he reached high school, the other people around him had matured, and no longer made fun of him at all... mostly because they just didn't care, anymore. He met a new friend, by the name of Diego Avalos. Yes... Diego could be an ass, but he was still a good friend. They were both highly intelligent, yet herded into a school setting that could not teach them that which they didn't already know.


Soon, Diego introduced Robert to a new friend, Pete Buirch. Pete was nonchalant, and very arrogant, but like Diego and Robert, very intelligent. They began to plan with one another, and eventually, they had a good plan for their lives. In base, they knew they would embark on a business venture together, but they didn't know which, yet.


Then, enter Joey Perez. Joey was basically a Jack-of-all-trades, who knew things about programming, about agriculture, about hardware, just about anything you could need. That year (Robert's Junior year of high school) was a golden age for him. They settled down and decided to make a video game company. They had plans, figures, even short storyboards. Sadly, it was not meant to be. Diego and Pete lost interest, and Joey fell into a very long depression. These all effected Robert. He tried to get it all started again, but alone, he couldn't do it. Instead, he began planning for a scenario which would actually benefit him and his friends. A zombie apocalypse survival plan....


Personality:


Intelligent


Strong willed


quick to anger


quick to forgive


very loving to those who deserve it


Equipment/Weapons:


A Louisville slugger baseball bat (wooden)


Skills:


Because of his time playing sports, he knows how to handle his body. Also, because of his friend, Joey, he has a VERY limited knowledge of close quarters combat


Other (Theme song, notable features, etc


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[DrTrollinski]

@cooljavis007 - I'm honestly in no mood to deal with this right now.


- Extremely intelligent. No.


- Great with gun. No.


- Mind-blowing aiming. NO.





In the PM discussion, we went over EVERY SINGLE RULE. So far, your character has gone against half of them. Like I said, I'm in a bad mood, and if I seem blunt, that's just the way things are - You either fix what I've put down, fix the spelling/grammar errors in your post, and then we'll see from there. If you don't, well... That's self-explanatory.

 

[DrTrollinski]

That's good, but I need you to change the part with the zombies, we're meant to be starting off as clueless and scared @cooljavis007

 

[Jerimacool]

I edited the ending

 

[DrTrollinski]

Awesome. Remember that you need to write in third person, okay? Other than that, you're accepted and free to post @cooljavis007

 

[MisfortunateDreams]

I probably should have asked if it was alright to make characters, but is it alright for me to still finish mine and join in?


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[DrTrollinski]

Of course @MisfortunateDreams

 

[MisfortunateDreams]

@DrTrollinski ~ Thanks, I'm glad I didn't step on any toes.


Just so you know, Lewis (the first of my three characters) is finished. If you want to look over him so I can make changes. The girls are almost done as well but it'll be a bit because I have to write out their histories...