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[Chreestafer]

The Unseen...

*DISCLOSURE*
-Most photos in this initial post are concepts from the "Last of us" game series, they do not hold any weight in the game, only I have found them to resemble quiet a few descriptive scenes

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Cold winds and a brewing storm has forced you inside tonight, the thought of being under a sheltered roof weighing both in favor of good and favoring of bad.  Life has changed a lot lately and the majority of the time it wasn't for the good.  The rickety door hangs half on its hinges leaving just enough of a small gap for you to squeeze right through.  In these days you needed to be silent, you needed to sneak about like a mouse, all for your own safety, for the unseen is what kills you.  When the pandemic broke out people ignored it mainly, like they do everything else.  If it didn't happen there, then it wasn't any of their business, of course until it happened to them, then it was an issue.  The rash spread quickly and silently, unseen to many, many not knowing or understanding what it was.  Within 6 months of the outbreak nearly a quarter of the worlds population took ill and passed on to death.  Some were inflicted with the rash, yet for some reason never caught the fever that followed.  It became a sort of branding on them, and those that were afflicted but not killed soon held a far worse fate. 

Segregation for the afflicted became all to real, and human rights were stripped of them as they were tested on by legal and many not so legal means.  The world fell into a dark depression and wars skittered about recklessly as whole countries began blaming one another for what caused the incident.  Most of the afflicted who weren't initially killed or turned into lab rats became victims of hate crimes, often murdered and left about as messages to the rest.  The world was a dark place since the two years had passed before the rash appeared unseen.  In the winter of 2017 things got worse, utterly worse.  Another quarter of the population fell ill, and died quicker then the first.  However, this time they came back, and they seemed angry.  Soulless pits of a body, their red eyes would glow, they hungered for death.  "The unseen" they had been dubbed, mindless and quick moving zombies hell bent on killing all living things.  Wars broke out once more, and this time the nukes had arrived.  In six more short months the planet earth was a decollate wasteland, still haunted by the Unseen.

You shake the memories from your head as you climb the stairs quietly to find a bedroom to barricade.  The house moans and creaks as the winds of the brewing storm seek to tear it apart.  As you level off on the second floor a small door lays open, the color pink shinning brightly in your eyes.  Making way for the room you stealthily make sure it was un occupied.  You know to be quiet, you know the monsters out there aren't the only things that could kill you.  Besides the feral animals or the bitter cold nights, the world is still haunted the human plague.  Humans still exist in bands, sometimes as simple survivors like yourself.  Mostly though they are either bandits or even worse cannibals.  So precaution is never a lax luster item. 

The sight however turns your stomach sour as you enter the room.  On the bed lay a man, motionless and blood covered.  His face was unrecognizable as he lay there clutching a small pink diary in his right hand.  Pulling the booklet from his cold dead fingers, you proceed to thumb through the pages.



Date: May 23rd
I know this is silly, my daughters diary, but where else will I write, and I need to scream my words, but no one listens. So I'm here, writing in this pink bock, good if Susan would see this. Mary isn't doing any better, her fever is still high, but the rash has stopped, so maybe that is some sign, I just pray to whomever listens, please make her feel better, she's all I got since her mother passed from this damn thing.

Date: June 17th
Mary seems to feeling better, she is smiling, though she doesn't eat much, the doctors say she might have actually kicked this and can probably come home in a few days. Thank you!  Plus I watched CNN today, did you know they're waiting our tax dollars recreating viruses from the 1800's? Maybe one of them assholes has an explanation for what the hell is going on!

Date: June 26th
She wont wake up, her lungs are still moving but she wont open her eyes! The doctors said she'd be fine, then last week another huge amount of the population caught it! I caught it! my damn right hand! why wont she wake up! Where are the answers! The news is screaming of war, They say its chemical war fare and they blame china! Wait, I hear her mumbling.



There are many pages in the diary, but as they words progress towards the last page of June 26th, the writers hand writing got worse and worse and sloppy.  As you set the diary back down you feel sad for the dead man on the child's bed in front of you.  You often wonder why this happened yourself as you look at your own rash wondering why you were never affected like the rest or never became apart of the Unseen.  As the words flow through your skull, the all to familiar sound clutches at your essence.  Shivers rip across your spin as your stomach sinks.  The soft gurgled clicking sound that they make, echoes in your head as you turn to see red sunken eyes staring back at you from the stair case.  The worse part is, The unseen are never alone.  Rushing the door, you slam it closed as it slams into the other side clawing and screeching to get in to you.  The wood shakes violently as you know it wont stop until it has you, and as you back from the closed door, you hear the shuffling behind you.  Turning you find the dead mans limbs slowly twitching to life right before your eyes. 



The Unseen is a free form post apocalyptic game that is open to everyone and anyone.  All I seek is ambitious souls looking to write and enjoy a good and dangerous adventure.  Where we start off will be a small band of survivors has held up residence in an old Wal-Mart.  Most of the supplies is spoiled or stolen, yet a good majority of it is still useful.  What id like to see is unique characters of various different backgrounds coming together to survive....or selling their friends out to survive.  Yes it is the end of the world.  yes guns and other weapons are on the table.  However, you are not some super ninja who uses bazookas and machine guns whilst having a cup of coffee.  You are not some supreme ex military personnel who has a stock pill of grenades and an unlimited amount of ammo. 

Lets be real people, you are humans.  Keep it realistic, be the car salesman who is getting a divorce when this happens.  Be the college student who was fretting over student loans before she finds herself part of the afflicted.  Be realistic, that is all I ask.

There will be some among us who are afflicted, they are the ones with the rash but have not died or gotten sick.  And then there will be some of us who are normal, un affected by the disease that has desolated this planet.  Id like an even mix or a mix favoring more normal then afflicted.  The band of survivors will be about 20 to 25 however most will be NPCs.  I'm looking for a decent group of about 8 to a max of ten including myself, so I need 9 total players.  All are welcome to apply, yet I will choose who will stay and who will go. 

Posting, id like for us to post at the very extreme minimum of once a week.  I have been guilty of this, and I have seen rps die over and over because of this.  If for some reason you loose your muse or are to busy, please let me know and we will adjust accordingly.  I'm an upfront guy and respect bluntness over all, and I have been guilty of fearing the lashings of not being able to play.  trust me I understand that.  Yet when in doubt, be blunt with me.   


Once I've gained enough interest ill post up a character sheet.  I hope to keep this to one thread, maybe branching off into 1 or 2 more if necessary. 

any questions please feel free to post them here or PM me :)

Thank you for your time and dedication to reading all this!



Character Sheet:
-use real photos and the more the merrier
-starting gear, you won't be starting with a hundred things.  Think items that'll fit in or on a backpack.
-weapons, common melee items like bats, crowbars, and knives are your main weapons. However I will allow guns, guns like 9 mm pistol with only one clip left,  a .22 hunting rifle with a small box of ammo, a shotgun with 6 slugs, a crossbow or compound bow with only 3 bolts or arrows.  It's all just low enough to make you think wisely on all your shots.
-looking for maybe 3 or 4 afflicted,  I will be one of them.
-sex, it will be a regular thing from outsiders raping to friends doing such to relax.  Love might even be found.  However sex will be common it isn't the main plotline.
-age, follow E rules anything from 16 up
-Personality, give a small description of how your character acts, is he cold hearted? is she klutzy? Is he secretly a narcissist? simple things like that to help set the mood of your character
-Feelings towards the Afflicted, remember I said there was one point where those who were afflicted were segregated and experimented on, some of them, there is a hatred towards them, could be because they have the rash and survived it? or a hatred towards the rash itself and you're just the host to the virus.
-Additional Photos, this one is simple, if you have any extra character photos post them away, also if you wish to add photos of sexual organs, scars, tattoos, photos of the gear or weapons, anything you see fit to help describe said character

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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Afflicted or Unafflicted:
Feelings toward Afflicted:
Appearance:
Personality:
Sexual Orientation:
Bio:
Weapons:
Gear:
Fears:
Casual ons:
Casual offs:
Sexual ons:
Sexual offs:
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My character as an example

Name: Christopher Phoenix
Age:  26
Gender: Male
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Afflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Indifferent
Appearance:



Personality: very quiet and nice, yet has a darker driven side to get the drugs and drink he needs to sleep and forget the voices in his head (its become a huge issue lately and he's become kind of odd from it)
Sexual Orientation: Straight, Bi-Curious
Bio: Christopher grew up in a troubled household, His father was a drunk, his mother popped pills, and often enough they forgot about him and his little brother.  Life continue on this way for 14 years until Christopher's little brother was found dead from an over does of pills, his mothers pills. As CYS came in to relocate him as his parents were arrested Chris was adopted by his grandmother.  She was a God loving, kind hearted woman, and she became the only reason Chris seemed to mellow out.  See over the years of a bad childhood Chris was known to be a trouble maker and a fighter.  Often he would tussle with kids who claimed he wasn't strong enough or cool enough.  Often running with the bad crowds, a noticeable drop in his grades arrived.  However upon the move to his grand mothers, and a start at a fresh new school Chris was given a second chance. 

His gram taught him the ways of the church and how to control your anger so that it didn't eat you alive like the poison it is.  When school wasn't involved the nice old lady had him working to keep himself out of trouble.  Her husband who had passed, owned the local book store.  She was the soul owner and soon Chris would find the store as a second home.  While kids drank and did drugs, the young man found himself buried in books to occupy his time.  His love of books only grew and after graduating college he decide to become an armature writer hoping to make it big with a big selling novel.  Due to his secluded nature Chris never found the right girl only seeking friendship in the books he came to love.  As the first outbreak came, devastation hit and after the passing of his grandmother, he became owner of the book store. 

About 6 months after the first outbreak he noticed the red rashes spreading across his neck and his left arm, fearing the worse he set to praying and bathing daily as if either would stop the virus.  However after the two week period when normal people would die, he survived, and to his amazement never felt any different due to the rash.  The markings were horrific, and they were something he couldn't bare to see, so he had a local tattoo artist ink him up to cover the markings.  The faith based tattoos son covered the rashes nearly complete, however a few small patches of red irritated skin can be seen.  Soon the world came crashing down, and the Unseen appeared almost as if they were ghosts.  He locked up shop one fateful night as he was soon ambushed by two of those things.  The news said his area was safe, that they quarantined the issues.  Boy were they wrong, and after a long drawn out run down he was able to loose them. 

When he world came crashing down to nothingness his town was being pillaged and destroyed.  He did the best he could to barricade the doors to the small book shop hoping no one wanted to break in.  Soon enough he set his moving north of the city into the hills where they went to church to seek refuge.  He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew he couldn't stay there. When he arrived at the church he found the practitioners, or what was left, were dead and dying.  The Unseen had gotten to them, and the screams of the dying filled the air as he tried what he could to save them and mend their wounds.  When shit hit the fans and life became worse his dreams turned into nightmares.  Often he couldn't sleep, waking up from the screams for help in his head of the people he's seen die.  The same images of the church play over in his thoughts, and after 6 months of traveling on the road he found himself turning to alcohol and pills to quiet the noises in his head.   

Weapons: Baseball bat, .22 long barrel rifle with no bullets left
Gear: Backpack filled with a few small books, canteen of water, small used first aid kit, zippo lighter, cross necklace given to him by his grand mother, small thin blanket and towel wrapped together on backpack.  Small bottle of Jack Daniels with only a few swigs left, Small bottle of sleeping pills.
Fears: The darkness, he knows those things move quickly and silently, but in the darkness they are virtually undetectable.  The night mares he has been having. His drug and Drink abuse getting worse like his parents.
Casual ons: loves to read and write
Casual offs: darkness, drug users (even though he is sort of one)
Sexual ons: Girls with some hair down stairs (shows a sign of non high maintenance to him), feet, , Asians and Gingers
Sexual offs: scat, gore, vore

Additional Photos

Sexual Organ ;)

NSFW

[wolventears]

Ooh, I think I may be interested!!!

[TheMamluk]

I am interested. Quick question....for the infected with just the rash, is it an active unpleasant rash or more of a visual clue to infection.

[Chreestafer]

I haven't quiet decided yet.  Originally I wanted it just as like a birthmark to say "hey, I had that shit" but I've also thought about maybe making it get irritated when the unseen show up.

[Vill]

I'd like to toss my hat into the ring to mark my interest.

[abandoneddolly]

intrested

[Chreestafer]

Posted character sheets :)

[wolventears]

Name: Allyson  Monroe
Age: 27
Gender: female
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unafflicted
Feeling toward the Afflicted: She watched these things rip apart her best friend and parents, so she has grown a strong hatred towards these murdering beings.
Appearance:

Personality: She is very outspoken, tell it like it is and doesn't take shit. You mouth of to her and she'll mouth off right back. And she cusses like a sailor.
Sexuality: Bisexual. She is attracted to men and women. Doesn't really show it, but sex is sex and in this time of ruin of the world, it's one hell of a stress reliever and if it comes down to it, she'll let that person, male or female, know that she is interested in a good fuck.
Bio: She is a very popular tattoo artist, on her way to starting her own shop. She just acquired enough money to do it and already has a group of fellow artists to hire, she is now in the process of finding a location for her shop.

She moved to that town after graduating with a degree in computer graphics. She can draw with the best of them, but, after being asked to draw up her friends first tattoo, she had been praise by the tattoo artist on her work. She had been in the middle of sketching while her friend was getting the tattoo done and had been asked if she's be interested in an apprenticeship. With her steady hand and close attention to detail, she was told she would be excellent at it. Since she was in the look out for a job in computer graphics, she thought this would be an easy way to make some cash until then.

But she fell in love instantly, and even had herself covered in tattoos. And after three years of doing that, she finally had the plans and what was needed to open up her own shop. But then the world ended and none of that mattered.   

Weapons: A six inch bladed dagger that she keeps on her hip
Gear: A small backpack she carries with her sketchbook, to keep her sane in this hell, matches and a fork
Fears: She saw her best friend ripped apart by one of the unseen and upon going to her parent's to make sure they were alright, saw them ripped apart. So, she tends to keep emotionally distant from people. She doesn't want to see another person she cared about killed.
Casual ons: Showers, she loves to be clean and in this time, it is hard to do. She loves to draw, work with her hands.
Casual offs: Hates people who act like they know everything and people who think she needs to join their group and lead her. She's a big fucking girl and can take care of herself.
Sexual ons: Men and women
                    hourglass figures on women, soft and curvy
                    nicely muscled men's torsos
                    doggy style (favorite, just bend her over)
                    a little BDSM - she's a natural sub even if her attitude doesn't make her come off that way, just takes the right person
                    eye color - blues, greens, greys
                    dirty talk
Sexual offs: dark skin-doesn't have any problem with people with dark skin, just isn't attracted to it
                    vore and scat

Okay, let me know what you think.  :D
                                                                                   
                           
                           

[abandoneddolly]

Name:Amber Hill
Age:24
Gender:female
Afflicted or Unafflicted:Afflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: neutral. people are people no matter what they are. Since she is afflicted herself she dose not see them as any different. 
Appearance:

Personality: Amber likes to keep to herself. She still wants to believe that even with the world going to hell that the rules still exist. She likes to keep to the rules. She tries to treat everyone with kindness unless they prove they don't deserve that kindness.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Bio: Everyday was the same go to work at the store as a cashier, go home and take care of Jade her daughter. She never seemed to get anywhere, but it didn’t matter as long as Jade was happy. Everything was for her. Then her world changed. Amber came home from work one day to notice Jade was sick, so she took off to get her to a doctor. All the doctors where full. It was the first time she realized there was something bad going on here. After sitting in a waiting room all day the doctor finally saw her ,but couldn't offer much hope.

Amber took Jade home. There were days where she seemed like herself, and days that scared the hell out of Amber. She quit her job and livid on what little bit she managed to put back. The job didn’t matter much anymore anyway. The world was going to hell. She hardly watched the news or paid attention to what was going on outside. Her days where spent in the bed room reading stories singing songs,or just watching Jade sleep. She prayed that she would get better, or God would take her to. Then one day when she was taking a shower she thought her prayers were answered for the worst. She noticed a rash on her lower right side. The fever never came. The sickness never came. The sickness that Jade finally succumb to.

She stayed in the house at first still in the room with her dead daughter to crazed with grief to do anything. Days past and Amber snapped out of it. If she wanted to stay alive she couldn't stay here and so she packed a backpack and went on the move.

Weapons: A large hunting knife.

Gear: A picture of her daughter placed in a little card her daughter had made for her when she was sick. Some band aids and gauze. A canteen of water, half a bag of resses minis peanut butter cups, and two rechargeable flashlights.( the kind that your supposed to turn the lever thing and it charges the battery back up) 

Fears:sometimes she thinks she sees Jade, or hears her voice. She knows that she is dead, but theses delusions have her afraid that she is losing her mind. Shes afraid, unwilling to get close to someone else just to watch them die. That her life will never again have a purpose.

Casual ons: Chocolate ressse peanut butter cups there hard to find now.

Casual offs: The dark which is why she always tries to keep a flash light going.
People who are only out for themselves. 

Sexual ons: A  person who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to take it even if they have to be a little rough about it.


Sexual offs: vore,scat.

[Chreestafer]

Great job ladies! keep em coming guys!!!

I've added 3 new areas to the character sheet to round it out a little more.

Feelings toward Afflicted:
Appearance:
Additional Photos:


so please change at your earliest convenience :)

[johnnyboyboy]

Name: Robert Jones

Age: 24

Gender:Male

Afflicted or Unafflicted:Unafflicted

Feelings toward Afflicted:Can understand their plight but bares them no love, would defend them in an argument but may not activly try to save one if they are in danger.

Appearance:

Personality: Friendly, He seems to get along with people well enough. Reserved, With the death of his wife he is quite closed off from others. Brave, He won't shy away from a challenge even if dangerous.

Sexual Orientation:Straight

Bio: Robert was a real up and comer, he had started to work in a well known corporation. He would always be at the office working his ass off to help himself get a better headstart in life, either crunching numbers or faxing paperwork his effort and productivity was high. His only real passion other then work was his wife and guitar. He could play all sorts of songs that people knew. He met his wife during a Christmas party that the company had. For a year his wife and him were married before the first wave of the outbreak hit, they got lucky the first time around and managed to survive without getting infected.

After the second infection Robert was out of town for business, him and his wife had been going through a rough patch and he wanted to go home early to suprise her with a gift. His wife however was not so lucky, soon after she showed signs of infection she used the gun in their house for emergencies to shoot herself. When Robert got home he found her sitting in her chair near the TV with a rash on her arm, a hole in her head and the Pistol in her hand, with the world going down the toilet everyone saw her as just one more casualty, be buried her in the backyard and tried to survive as long as he could, for her.

Weapons: A Crowbar and a 9mm Pistol with one shot left.

Gear: A satchel, a small metal flask filled with whisky, pictures of his wife and him, a zippo lighter and a small water bottle, A wedding ring around the chain on his neck, Several books. sealed Envelope with his name on it.

Fears: Fear that he may never find someone he loved as much as his wife again. Death of those he loves. Silence/Nothingness or the feeling of nothingness that will lead him to just give up.

Casual ons: Reading, Loved to read before the world ended it was something him and his wife shared.  Good Alcohol, None of that swill such as vodka, He will only drink the best of the best, though its hard to do in the world now. Artistically talented people as he use to play the guitar and is still looking for one.

Casual offs: Leading, He is quite happy in following orders of those who know how to lead correctly or knows what to do. Cockiness in general.

Sexual ons: Women, feeling loved or in love. Intelligence, Independence

Sexual offs:Scat,Vore

Additional Photos

Do not remember where i got the photo from, will try to find some.

[Chreestafer]

good job guys I like em :) Keep em coming!

just so you all know, the small parts I added, I just posted the meanings to each of those as well. 

Personality, give a small description of how your character acts, is he cold hearted? is she klutzy? Is he secretly a narcissist? simple things like that to help set the mood of your character

Feelings towards the Afflicted, remember I said there was one point where those who were afflicted were segregated and experimented on, some of them, there is a hatred towards them, could be because they have the rash and survived it? or a hatred towards the rash itself and youre just the host to the virus.

Additional Photos, this one is simple, if you have any extra character photos post them away, also if you wish to add photos of sexual organs, scars, tattoos, photos of the gear or weapons, anything you see fit to help describe said character

Sexual Orientation, self explanatory, gay straights bi? pansexual? all of the above... you get the gist

[Chreestafer]

added my own personal character

[The Golden Touch]

-pins for interest and settles down to make a character-

[SinXAzgard21]

I like the fact that you want to keep the characters real.  I am planning on making a character as well.

[SinXAzgard21]

What state is this taking place?

[SinXAzgard21]

Name:  Jacob Quinn

Age:  29

Gender:  Male

Sexual Orientation:  Straight

Afflicted or Unafflicted:   Unafflicted

Feelings toward Afflicted:  Doesn't care either way, if you start showing signs though, you are gone.

Personality:  Jacob tends to keep to himself for the most part, doesn't mind answering questions or interacting with people.  He gets along with most and tends to be helpful if needed.  Though his things are his and others tend to learn that quick.


Fears: Mannequins, they just creep him out on so many levels.  He tends to cover them or throw them out of the area he is in.

Casual ons:  Hunting, working on cars, beer and a good whiskey.

Casual offs: Stupid people, lying and stealing from him or the group if he is in one.  Killing for no reason at all.

Sexual ons: This is a very long list and honestly I've not updated my ons and off because of how long the list is.

Sexual offs:  Anything bathroom related and against the rules of Elliquiy.

Weapons: Sauer 202 Take-Down with a ten round mag with only six rounds. Standard hunting knife.  Tire iron.

Gear: Compass, canteen, camping backpack with a sleeping bag strapped to it. Tool kit, nothing fancy but he could fix up some things on a car if needed. Some first aid supplies and a can of food. Couple old shirts in there probably good for just rags.

Bio: Jacob wasn't originally from Pittsburgh, he only just rolled into town in a beat up truck that finally fell apart.  Even with the years of being a mechanic and tools couldn't save the heap of shit.  He had been a mechanic since he was eighteen, his father was a mechanic and so was his grandfather.  They didn't have a family business, but knowing how to fix your own car saved you lots of money and every now and then made you some extra.  He mostly worked on vintage and muscle cars, the occasional sedan but if it needed a computer it wasn't his thing.  In his spare time hunting became a big hobby of his.  He was a decent shot and learned to do some tracking, not the best at it but he could get by.  Though this was before it all turned to hell on earth, now its dodge this, dodge that. 

Being stranded in Pittsburgh isn't ideal, cities were not ideal.  But finding another car out in the country would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack.  Two weeks of looted stores, little to no food and dodging Unseen like, well the Unseen.  With any luck, he'll find a car soon...  If not, hopefully some ammo.

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[The Golden Touch]

Name: Elizabeth "Lettie" Calhoun
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (has fantasizing about women from time to time)

Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unafflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Indifferent

Personality: Before the cataclysm of the world ending, Lettie was different. Most people were different weren't they? She found out quickly that only the stubborn lived through it. Regardless of the dirty things she has had to do to make it as far as she has, the redhead is determined and focused to make it to her daughter. She is both fearful and hopeful, trying not to let the fear consume the last of her hope.
Fears: Traveling all the way to her ex-husband's parent's house and finding out her daughter is dead || Having to kill, especially those that are not the mindless bodies of the deceased.
Casual ons: Photography (taking), Painting, Watching movies with her daughter, Thunderstorms
Casual offs: Torrential downpour but really rain in general, Snow, Senseless killers
Sexual ons: Bondage, Sadomasochism
Sexual offs: Body fluids (all), Broken bones

Appearance: Far outside the realm of survival, Elizabeth has layered a pleather jacket over a plain black long sleeve shirt, well worn and loved to look more dark grey. Her flat boots cover her legs to the knee that protect the flimsy dark jeans that cup her bum she should have been going to the gym to work on.
Gear: A north face backpack, water bottle (Can hold 25oz), a A knife, a couple hundred feet of rope (from her bondage days), flashlight and two batteries, a stuffed wolf (her daughter's), and a blanket
Weapons: Knives

Bio: Before the end of the world, Elizabeth was just a single mom on vacation from being a parent. Her ex-husband had taken their daughter on a trip to see her, unfortunately, still in the picture in-laws. She worked at a restaurant downtown, an hour drive from her small two bedroom on the west side. The redhead was stuck on the cold side of the kitchen, and antsy to get out into bigger and better things. Some day, a kitchen of her own, a bigger house for her and her daughter.

You don't realize how much you miss the little things until the worst things you can image suddenly come to fruition. Really, who has not thought about how they would survive a zombie (essentially) Apocalypse? Elizabeth would like to think it would be easier than it was. When she couldn't get through to her ex-husband, to see her daughter's bright, happy face... Panic began to set in. Packing her possessions, and a few items stolen from the packed boxes of her ex-husband's shit, she set out to get as far as she could as fast as she could.

[Chreestafer]

So location wise, any suggestions?

I'm thinking Pittsburgh as I'm from the area and it is known as the zombie capital of the world :)

[wolventears]

I don't mind either way, I just think a big city for sure. Like office buildings and stores and shit they can go into on like raids and what not, because they are holed up in a Walmart, but it won't be stocked forever.

[The Golden Touch]

Whatever location works for me. Research can be done!

[Chreestafer]

Then I believe I'll set the location as Pittsburgh Pennsylvania :)

And for those of us that are afflicted,  I've made the choice that our rashes, where ever they may be, get slightly irritated when the Unseen are around. 

[Chreestafer]

[wolventears]

Nice. I like.

[abandoneddolly]

Then I believe I'll set the location as Pittsburgh Pennsylvania :)

And for those of us that are afflicted,  I've made the choice that our rashes, where ever they may be, get slightly irritated when the Unseen are around.

oh that actually might be useful.