It is the year 2012, and the living dead are swarming all over London (corny i know, but its a good plot). They were created by a team of scientists, who inadvertently created a microscopic parasite, which infects human hosts, blinding them, but making them pracitcally invurnerable. The creatures cant see, and so track by smell, and hearing, and any part of their body can live independatly as long as it can get fresh blood to it, so to kill them, the survivors must destroy the hearts. The infection is passed on by the mingling of infected blood and saliva, with the survivors blood, and saliva. Strangely the infection only affects humans, other animals are unaffected, but nevertheless hunted by the infected humans. The infected do not ever eat vegetables, and thus the survivors always find food to eat. Blood, and raw flesh attracts the creatures fairly quickly, and nothing seems to repel them. Substances such as cyanide are negated by the parasite, and no other way has been found to kill them.
The last bastion of military strenght, was overrun by hordes of the undead, and has been crammed to the brim with hordes or reanimated corpses. Scattered throughout the city are several groups of isolated survivors, unable to live in large groups, for fear of attracting large hordes of infected humans. However, in the centre of the Fort, there is rumoured to be a cure to the problem, a virus which can kill the parasite. No-one know if it is true, but it was the birth place of the parasite, and might also be the death bed of it.
Assume in this time period, that any shop can exist within reason, and keeping it clean. So you can find weapon stores, food store, etc. Also, survivors cannot live together in groups of larger than 2-3, else they attract large amounts of infected. Fill in the following profile to join:
Name:
Age:
Weapons:
Appearance: (Clothes, hair, etc)
Safehouse: (A location which your character has converted to be their home, assume that any place can be chosen, barring the Fort)
Specialist Skills: (any important skills your character has)
Background information: (What your character was in their past life before the infections started, and any information you believe may be relevant)
People can join at any time they wish, just fill one out, and start ^^.
Name: Alexander Williams (Al for short)
Age: 21
Weapons: A hatchet, a pump action shotgun, a large double bladed knife, a silenced pistol, and a rifle. Is also a mild terrakenetic (manipulation of earth)
Appearance: Fairly tall, seemingly emaciated, brown dreadlocks, with blonde highlights. Wear blue jeans, and a blue shirt, with an urban camo jacket. Always wears a pair of heavy combat glove. Blue eyes, pale skin, and a series of long scares on his arms, from ailed free running attmepts, to avoid infected.
Safehouse: On the top wing of a mental institute, a cell which has been welded shut from the inside, and has a set of conected cells, which have metal grates seperating them.
Background Information: Was a communications technician before the infections started, and has put it to good use trying to contact other survivors using a home made radio array. He is a quiet individual, happy to keep himself to himself, but will always be able to spare a bed and a meal to his fellow man, so long as they sleep in the next cell over. Enjoy experimenting with objects he finds, and makes lots of improvised devices.
  Al swung his axe down, and burried it in the chest of the creature, withdrawing quickly to avoid its scything claws. For a moment, he felt a stab of remorse. The creature was only 16 he'd say, and it was a girl. Even though he knew it was impossible to save her, he still felt compelled to comfort her, as she bled to death on the floor. He pulled his shotgun out, and glared around, wary for more infected, as he waited for the creture to die. He knew the scent of blood, and the death cries of the infected would attract more, but that was part of the plan. The corpse became silent, and he grasped the axe, wrenching it from the chest of the creature, he wiped the blood off on its dress, and grabbed the creatures feet, dragging her along the street, away from his safe house.
  He continued along the street, and chose a building, a good distance away from the safe house. Dragging the body up the stairs, he threw it in a room, and deployed his newest creation, and improvised incendary grenade by the door. He linked the trip wire over the door, and placed the bomb by the door. Finishing off, he pulled a half fun fuel can from his bag, and put it on the floor by the bomb. That should get some of them, he thought bitterly. He shoving the door closed, he left, trying carefully not to tread in trail of blood.
  Later on, he was sitting in the safehouse, glaring out into the night, when suddnely, the building exploded, and turned the darkness of the street into day. Got some, he thought, before settling down to sleep..... after he checked all the doors...
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