(First RP post) A camping apocalypse (free to all)

[Ryan Naismith]

// so yeah,this is my first RP post. It isn't my first time RPing but it is my first time RPing completely by text.  I like zombies, so I figured that that would be a great place to start! //
For whatever reason, you decided to go out in the wilderness, and camp at the maxwell campgrounds. The maxwell campground is a small, not very well known (but cheap) campground situated in the wilderness of  georgia, the closest town being Atlanta , which is 45 miles away. There is about twenty people there currently, and Chris Hanson is one of them. All he brought to camp maxwell was a tent, a mummy sleeping bag, some squirrel traps,a bedroll, a fire-starting kit, a can opener, various canned goods, some pots and pans for boiling water, a military issue combat knife,  and a small .22LR rifle with twelve rounds, excluding his full mag of eight. Currently, No-one at camp maxwell knows anything about the zombie outbreak, and it's been going on for about a week, and pretty much every major city has been affected in some way.




Chris, a silver fox, is currently asleep in his tent, as it is currently two in the morning.

[BrutusHyena]

As the night drags on the sound of distant, sadistic laughter can be heard coming closer. Soon a small pack of hyena arrive at the campsite, laughing and congratulating each other as they approach. The leader, Brutus, speaks up "Hey hey guys shut up, don't need anyone here knowing what we just did alright? *The group quiets down*. Now, pitch your tent or sleep on the ground or something,we can count up the money in the morning" The pack members begin to go to sleep, each one clutching a backpack full of money and weapons despite the constant protesting of one member "guys seriously, nobody takes that many shots to kill, i'm telling you something wasn't right with him." "Shut up Jackson, we all know your aim is crap" "Dude I'm serious, i think one of them followed us" "okay now you're just being stupid, nobody in their right mind stalks a pack of hyena, now shut up i want to sleep." Brutus, well known for his paranoia, sits awake in the darkness,his back to a large tree with his backpack behind his head,in his hand he holds a raging bull .480 revolver,he can feel something isn't right.

[Ryan Naismith]

Chris was awoken by a group of people entering camp maxwell, and setting up their camp next to him. Unable to sleep, he catches a few snippets of their conversation. They talk of counting money, shooting a man, and being followed... have these men robbed a bank? He wasn't sure. He waits a few minutes for them to set up their tent, and then waits a few more. He was a sniper in the US army, so he knows patience is a virtue. He stirs  slightly, "mneh... gotta take a piss" he lies, just loud enough for the hyenas next to him to hear, and then exits his small, one man tent.

[BrutusHyena]

Brutus, having begun drifting off to sleep is awakened by a voice, almost too loudly announcing that they have to piss. Brutus quickly but quietly draws,takes the safety off, and cocks his revolver before realizing what was said. After a moment of observation he puts the safety back on and sets the gun to his side maintaining a loose grip on the weapon. Brutus figures he need not watch this guy take a piss, however he stays awake, just to be sure the fox doesn't void his bladder on any of the Hyenas who don't have a tent or worse the bag of cash each is sleeping next to.

[Ryan Naismith]

Chris Yawns, and notices that one of the hyenas is still awake "Welcome to camp maxwell" he mutters in greeting, plodding off into the forest to go and "take a piss".
After walking a sufficient distance, He removes his phone from his pocket,  andd dials 911. He gets an automated message spoken by a pleasant female voice "the emergency service you are calling is currently down. We are working to fix the problem, and will notify you when the service is back up."  He mutters a few curses at the general incompetence of the government. He sees a figure walking in the forest. He seemed sick, and was limping slowly, like he was struggling.
"Hey, man, you okay?" He asks


The figure just moans  at him, and continues walking.

[SadDubwool]

A Wolf rises from a crashed car he grunt's as he notices his wreaked car and yell's "I NEED INSURANCE!!!!" Before he begin's limping to the sight of the smoke hoping people are there

[BrutusHyena]

After hearing a loud noise off towards the direction of the road, Brutus decides he'd better do a quick perimeter check and make sure no cops or unknown stalkers had arrived at the camp site. Figuring that firing his revolver at the camp will do nothing but alert more authorities, he leaves it and replaces it with a large hunting knife. While walking around he sees a sick looking, moaning man coming towards him. Brutus calls out "Hey man u alright?" the man keeps coming, now picking up his pace,  Brutus draws his knife and warns "bro don't do anything you're going to regret here." the man then makes a guttural, low pitched screech and lunges toward Brutus. Brutus quickly steps to the right of the man and, using his left arm forces the knife into the mans chest. The man turns and lets out another horrible screech and begins making an advance, as if nothing had happened, however the knife was still clearly protruding from his chest. Brutus, remembering that until Jackson shot the man they presumed to be a security guard for the private secure storage facility they had robbed just hours earlier, directly in the head, he survived every shot. Brutus runs the short distance to the Hyena camp site and retrieves his revolver from the backpack. By this time some Hyena had heard the commotion and begin to wake up "Wha- *Yawn* ts going on  dude...." before Brutus can warn any of them, the man emerges from the brush into the clearing, and with an ear shattering *BOOM* followed by an echo*KRACK* and a moment of bright light and smoke the mans now headless body lay motionless on the ground.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Hey, man, back off. I don't want any trouble." chris says but the man just keeps on walking. The first thing chris noticed was that he had blood all the way down his chest, like a gory beard. The second thing he noticed was that he was missing an arm. and that it was dripping some black fluid, that Chris was sure was'nt blood. He was saw his fair share of it in the army.That blood, coming from an apparently living person, looked like it had been outside of a body for a week, maybe more.  Chris backed away slowly, his hands raised in a neutral fashion.but the wolf just kept on walking. Then, there was a loud gunshot. The man was temporarily distracted by it, and chris saw this as his oppurtunity to run, and he did.  hopefully, if the man kept up that pace, he would lose him very soon.