It started out with a few riots here and there, mostly in bigger cities in late 2011. Things that people dismissed. A few of the trash magazines reported that a woman or a man here and there had seen a Ďwalking corpseí no one believed it, of course. The CDC didnít release a statement until Martial Law had all but moved into play. By then the rest of the world had been hit with the fast wave of the dead. The fever spread quickly, wiping out many. Nothing could stop it, one day many felt fine and then the next the fever burned through their body.
The CDC tried to say it was a new strain of the Avian Flu. At that time though, no one was listening. They had could only wonder if it was going to happen to them. One thing that everyone could agree on, it started in the West and began moving itís way East. No one is sure if it moved through the ocean to other countries. All radio signals were cut off to other countries, none of the small radios had the capabilities to communicate with radios outside of the states. Those further North could confirm that Canada was hit. Those down south were positive that Mexico was also affected.
The Dead rose up. They walked, shambled, fumbled, everything but ran. They tore at flesh, with no obvious signs that they felt the pain of their jaws ripping through the flesh. No signs of intelligent presented themselves either, the dead shuffled toward noises and lights that caught their attention. People learned early, to move silently, and keep the lights off. The only thing that brought the dead down was to destroy the brain, the brain stem, or break down the body completely. The Army did nothing to stop them, they were stationed at multiple places but the fever set in among the soldiers and they found themselves among those that shambled.
Houston, Texas was one of the major cities that had troops stationed to protect itís borders in hopes of keeping the the technology at the N.A.S.A Base safe. They failed miserably the base was abandoned as the Dead overran in. Within a few months time, no one even thought about the Base anymore. Those of higher authority within the country no longer sent out broadcasts of reassurance that they were doing their best to take care of the problem. That the military was making headway in other cities. Houston, now overrun with the dead is a beacon for the walkers, drawing more and more every day. Those who are stuck in the city have given up all hope, those on the outskirts consistently making their way further from it every day.
Itís been months from the initial outbreak wave. Much of the world has seen the onslaught of the Walkers. With late October sweeping the heat of Texas off the streets. A drooling hot summer dragged on for those who have survived. Most people have died, either from a walker attack or from other people. Our story begins with a small group outside of the city of Humble, just twenty-four mile away from Houston. Those fortunate enough to have escaped from Houston, different parts of it. They are slowly making their way toward the next town over, looking for a place to try and make a home for more than one night.
What Iím Looking For
* Iím looking for players who donít just want to kill hordes of the dead but want to build a community
* People who wonít turn this into a sex fest, as thatís not the point of the game even if it happens.
* People who wonít cause any drama, outside the story of course.
* Those willing to play a bad guy if necessary.
Rules & Requirements
Two paragraph minimum post.
* Adhere to all of Eís rules.
* I would prefer all characters who will engage in sexual activities to be over the age of 18. Itís a personal comfort thing for me.
* Please keep ALL OOC chatter in the OOC thread. I donít want it in the IC thread.
[b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] (Keep into account guns are around though ammo is sparse.)
[b]Life Before:[/b] (What your character did and how they lived before the fever hit)
[b]Life After:[/b] (What role they play and how they came to the group after the fever hit)
[b]Other:[/b] (Any other thing you'd like to add.)
Example Character SheetName:
Michael James Age:
Heterosexual Weapon of Choice:
Michael favors a .44 magnum as his sidearm but as far as melee weapons goes he carries around a rather large, not to mention sharp, fixed blade. He also likes to run with an axe. A long cleaver he takes down walkers with. Personality:
Michael is a good spirited guy when it comes to most things. The safety of the group heís in those, is not one of those things. He has a no nonsense policy toward threats made and will do what needs to be done. Honest, loyal, and a bit brutal he doesnít baby anyone. He feel likes all adults in the group should pull their own weight and if someone canít, for whatever reason, those who can should step up and help out or take care of the problem. Michael keeps a lot to himself, he doesnít open up to people very often and for good reason. He knows itís smarter not to get overly attached to others when they frequently from walker attacks, or occasionally, a raid from other people.Life Before:
Raised by a military Father and the sweetest mother Texas could offer, Michael had it good growing up. He didn't get a straight A's and wasn't the star of the Baseball team but he had dreams. Admiring his father, wanting to follow in his footsteps and become a hero to his country Michael joined the Marines right out of high school, they sent him to college for free after sending him to another country to build pop up shelters. While overseas Michael had to take the life of a child, it messed him up pretty badly at such a young age and Michael decided not to re-enlist. After doing his time, Michael left the Marines he used the schooling that they gave him and got a good position as a mechanic for a local body shop just outside of Houston. Living life as a grease monkey at 27 he met the woman of his dreams, Bonnie. Her car broke down going into Houston and she got lucky that Michael lumbered along in his old Ford. She gave him six years of her life before dying in childbirth. Unfortunately, Michael got a double whammy. Not only did his wife die, but their child, Nathaniel came out stillborn. After Bonnie Michael fell into a bit of a slump, becoming an alcoholic, he worked sometimes and drank all the time. Life After:
When the incident happened, Michael was drunk out of his mind. It was a Friday afternoon. He had already gotten off work that day, he had surprisingly gone to work that day. As the city raged on, fires burning, he lay passed on the bed he once shared with his wife, not hearing any of it through his whiskey fueled daze. Michael woke up a day and a half later, only to think he was still drunk. It wasnít until a walker tried to take a bite out of him. Michael got dressed, tried his best to sober himself up, and went out to help all of those that he could. He became a de-facto leader of the small group of survivors, whatís left of them at least. He still has the itch to drink often, and if he finds a bottle he will partake in it, but Michael does his best to stay sober for the group. Some might say it was the loss of his wife and child that made him such a fierce protector, though at the same time Michael would say he doesn't protect them. He protects himself through them. Other:
Michael drives his old Ford truck still, itís held up against all odds thanks to his Mechanical skills.