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    Days Passed Away



    The world of Days Passed Away is set in post-zombie-apocalypse America. The RP has an 'in medias res' beggining, which means it begins in the middle of the action. Characters you take control of has already experianced their fair share of the chaos that comes with the devistation of a zombie apacolypse.

    In August of 2012, the United States suffers a home-front attack from China, a war started over financial debt between the two countries. The attack on the coast of California/Oregon was short lived until the Chinese military was forced to retreat. The months that ensued were spent in preperation of a third world war, one that never came.

    In fear that this war would be settled within their country, the United States government invested an ungodly amount of funds into research on bettering their military power. One of these was the billions of dollars given to a company called BioCorp, a company with a bad reputation and history of dealing in secretive and wicked experiments.

    The funds were put towards research of a formula that could potentially enhance the performance of soldiers and make them somewhat "super human." The scientist experimented on animals with what they had created. The animal testing was a success. High increases in intelligence, strength, speed and indurance was apparent in the test subjects. They began human testing shortly afterward. During the human testing, the animal subject began to die out of mysterious causes. Their bodies were considered contaminated and were burned in a biohazard safe environment.

    The human testing was performed on BioCorps personally hired B.C.C.O. agents, hired mercinaries paid to work in secret to deal in BioCorps hidden buisness deals. Their jobs included assassinations, threats and blackmail. The mercinaries showed the same results as the animal subjects and was kept under close servailence to watch for any signs of the formula causing any negative side effects or signs of possibly killing the subjects.

    The side effects began to show. Anger, suicidal/homocidal tendancies, insanity and deterioration of immune system began to surface within the mercinaries. The cause was found out to be a synthetic ingrediant within the formula, now considered a virus. Necroenza, a compound added to the formula for a sort of "fast healing" effect to make for near invicibility in subjects was being thuroughly studied and was taken out of the formulas finished project.

    A compound was created to fight back the Necroenza, dubbed Lebenamien. The formula was not a cure, but a substance created to subside the Nercoenza temporarily and would have to be taken regularly to aid in the subject with negative side effects.

    The finished formula was ready for mass production that December. Then something happened. The raw Necroenza was stolen by agents of one of BioCorp's rival companies. Mistaken for a copy of the completed formula, the rival company sent in stealth agents to retrieve the virus. They made their way out of the BioCorp company headquaters before anyone noticed. BioCorp retaliated with sending in their best mercenaries, the ghost level B.C.C.O.s lead by their two top soldiers, Geist and Ghoul, to retrieve the dangerous compound.

    Vial Industries, the company who had stolen the Necroenza, began human testing on the raw compoud immediatly, their findings were nothing less than terrifying. Within two hours, their subjects either killed each other, themselves, or died out from illness. A short hour after the subject had died, much to the horror of the Vial Ind. workers, they were back to their feet, still deceased.

    The zombified test subject violently tried to escape, a few workers were attacked in the process. The virus spread quickly throught the laboratories of Vial Ind. and the area was quarantined off from the rest of the company.

    The B.C.C.O. agents snuck into the corporations facility and infiltrated the labs, not expecting to see what they had found there. Reports came into BioCorp of the virus causing the dead to be reanimated into mindless undead that devour the flesh of the living. The agents successfully retrieved the stolen virus and destroyed all traces of what had happened, or so they thought.

    The lower levels of Vial Ind. was still closed off and contained infected subjects. When the BioCorp clean-up crew arrived later that night to ensure all evidence was swept under the rug, they found the lower level laboratories. They were killed by the undead waiting for them there and the subjects escaped.

    December 12, 2012, mass chaos engulfed the streets of New York City. The zombies were loose on the streets and the virus was spreading at an unfathomable rate. The U.S. military issued an order to quarantine the whole city. When the troops arrived, the city was in ruin and the military was overpowered by the undead.

    The virus spread to the surrounding states. Canada and Mexico quickly closed their borders, not allowing anyone to escape in fear of it spreading to their land.

    December 25, 2012, the entire contaniental United States was swarmed by the living dead.

    The United Nations set a plan forward and issued a quarintine of a national level. January 3rd, 2013 they set of tactically placed EMP blasts within the United States, killing all electronic devices of any scale within North America, ensuring that vehicles, planes, radios, ect. would be rendered useless.

    The United States of America, as a nation, no longer existed.

    Months after that what use to be the U.S. government attempted to organize ways to keep the country intact and find a way to overcome the catastrophy, all in vain. The country was thrown into complete anarchy.

    The government dissolved and the military along with it, people were left to fend from themselves against not only the dead but from crime and cruelty. Massive amounts of gangs arose from the anarchy, some causing chaos, others being hired to protect towns in return for ruling over the town they protect, being allowed to do whatever they please to the town, and its people.

    BioCorp stayed intact throughout the chaos, its leader, a man who sees only profit and loss, was determined to find a way to benefit from this calamity. BioCorp began recruiting ex-military personel to build their B.C.C.O. into a full military sized force. Their goal, somehow use the virus, alter it, into a way to control the people of the land and build a new nation of their own.

    In reaction to the madness, gangs, zombies, and B.C.C.O., many people that were high in power in the military befoe the apacalypse built Pulse, a purely military orginization with the goal of aiding humainity, rebuilding America, stopping BioCorp and wiping out the undead presence completely.

    Both BioCorp and Pulse's presence eventually became strongest in Texas, which is where the RP takes place.

    -Enemies of everyone-

    Reanimated/Dead Heads: Otherwise known as zombies these are the living dead brought back to life with the Necroenza virus. This catagorey is of the most common type. Slow moving zombies are not a threat at all from afar, but up close they will not hesitate to attack and bite. The dead heads are most dangerous when they appear in large groups, which they do often.

    Reanimated/Runners: Not as many in numbers as the dead heads the runners dont need a group to be a threat. Due to the rare occurance of the virus not deteriorating the muscular system of the infected, the zombie keeps its physical prowress amoungst it keeping the ability of agility. Runners are fast and they never tire. When they spot a potential meal they immediatly lock on to them and charge in a full sprint.

    Mutant/Brute: Brutes are highly rare, thankfully. In a very rare few the virus doesnt kill the infected, rather it gives it the beneficial effects of the formula like super strength and near invincibility, though the virus takes away all sense of the person and only anger and the need to feed on human flesh are present in its mind.

    Reanimated/Screachers: a rare reaction to the virus only found in a small amount of females who become infected, screachers are a type of undead that only feed on things already dead but not infected, making them scavengers. What is threatening about these zombies is how they come to gaining a meal. If they spot a living human, or large animal, they will let out a terrible blood curddling scream, drawing attention in the area and other zombies soon after.

    Reanimated/Angels: These may or may not be just myth, spread by tales from survivors. If they are real, then they are the rarest of reanimated. All tales of "angels" consist of a dire situation befalling upon some unlucky soul and just when all seems hopeless an undead child shows them a path to safety. Angels are unconfirmed as an actual type seeing as no proof of their existance has ever been put forth.

    Bandits/Gangs: Violent humans they rape, plunder and pilage. They are armed with whatever they could find, guns included. Some gangs are not as bad as others, but a "good" gang probably doesnt exist. Some gangs occupy a town and offer to protect it from other gangs and undead in return they are free to do as they please within the town and own it.

    -Types of Playable Characters-

    Survivors: These are the once American people just trying to live to see the next sunrise. Most of them have set some sort of goal for themselves to help them keep moving on. A lot of them have picked Dallas, rumored safe haven protected by Pulse, to be that goal. Your survivor doesnt have to have this goal. Make them do whatever you want, make them fight for themselves or others, whatever your choice, they have free structure. (Ex. Trent, Jessie)

    Pulse soldier: Soldiers of Pulse are highly professional military personel that fight for the benefit of humanity and the rebuilding of America. Pulse soldiers have mission based structure, given a mission by higher command and expected to see it through. (Ex. Ramirez)

    B.C.C.O.: Extremely skilled mercenaries highered by BioCorp to aid in their cause. B.C.C.O. troops have a job based structure, able to accept or refuse jobs set by BioCorp.

    B.C.C.O. Ghost Soldiers: Best of the Best, the ace cards of BioCorp. The Ghost level soldiers are a handful of soldiers that have proven to be loyal to BioCorp even though they are just mercenaries. All Ghost level soldiers are infact infected with Necroenza but have access to the rare Lebenamien that keeps them from turning. Also Ghost soldiers hold somewhat "super human" abilities in strength, speed, intelligence and overall fitness. (Ex. Geist, Esper)

    All Ghost levels are named after another word for "ghost." Example:
    Banshee
    Ghoul (now open after death of Samson)
    Spirit
    Spectre
    Spook
    Wraith
    Phantom

    Or whatever you come up with

    Each Ghost level soldier specializes in some sort of specific field of expertise.

    Example: Geist is the assault expert, experianced in standard military battle drills and a pro with the assault rifle class weapon and a balanced range of abilities. Esper is a Spy Ghost level, able to disguise herself for intel purposes.

    Other classes your Ghost level soldier can specialize in:
    Sniper
    Stealth
    Heavy Weapons (High power guns)
    Explosives (Grenades, rocket launchers, grenade launchers, claymore mines)
    Field Scientist (combative scientist who uses things like feremones that make a target become the center of attention to zombies, guns that fire rounds that infect enemies, maybe even a device that temporarily controls zombies? Be creative)
    Combat Medic (the best medic BioCorp has to offer, along with being a highly skilled mercenary)
    CQC (expert in hand-to-hand combat, also expertises in blades)

    Or again whatever you come up with. Only one Ghost level per RPer.

    -Rules-
    Follow all of my rules and the forums rules alike.
    -No Double Posts
    -No Bunnying (Controlong characters or elements that arent yours to control)
    -No Godmodding (making youre character too powerful or invincible, or survivng something they absolutely shouldnt)
    -If your character is bitten and isn't a Ghost level B.C.C.O. then start finding a way to kill them off or allow them to turn into a reanimated. Note: once they turn into a reanimated you have no control over your character and their reanimated self becomes a "fair character" (a character anyone can decide the fate of)
    -The golden rule of zombie fiction, characters don't use the z word!

    Participants

    Bodine:

    -Trent Westwood
    Spoiler Alert!


    -Jessie Laughlin
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    -SPC Rameriez
    see prolouge part 2

    -Geist
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    Neosquid:

    -Esper
    see prolouge part 3

    -Maya Dreavus
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    -Glem Oremek
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    Mr. MR:

    -James Nolen
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    -Alexander Zimmerman
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    -Gregory Osmer
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    -Isaac Wolfe
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    -SFC John Samson
    see prolouge part 2

    The Storm:

    -Colonel Byron Thaddeus Morton
    Spoiler Alert!


    -Eruc Suriv (aka Aerian)
    Spoiler Alert!


    lbu8:
    -Brian Mackenzie
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    Please follow all forum rules and rules provided in the OP.

    Rules:
    No godmodding
    No bunnying
    No chat speak
    No double posting
    No characters saying the term "zombie" (the term is allowed in narration though)
    If you accept a mission/job/rumor state so in the mission thread, not here.
    Keep things realistic
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    Trent closed the hood of the old pick-up truck, wiped his hands off on a rag, and as everyone else does these days, quickly checked his surroundings. He looked over to Jessie, who was trying to get Rosco to hold still so she could check him over for bite marks. She noticed Trent looking back to her and checked her wrist watch. "Got about three minutes hun." she said to him. "Ohp!" he exclaimed and quickly ran to the back of the truck. He hopped into the back and pulled out a heavy tarp. The tarp was a specially crafted tarp lined with a thick coat of lead lining. He spread it over the truck and, with Jessie now helping, nailed the corners down to the ground via metal stakes. The two looked up into the sky and waited. A loud click was heard in the distance, followed by a loud yet low roar coming closer and closer. The clouds cleared as if being pushed away and the wind came cutting through the area, kicking up plenty of dirt in the process.

    Jessie checked her watch again. "Should wait about five minutes till we untarp it." she said. Trent put her arm around her shoulder. "Tired?" he asked. She shook her head. "I'll live." she said. "Ain't use to sleeping lately anyway." Trent then looked into the distance at a small cyclone of wind picked up dirt. "Yeah..." he said. "How's Rosco?" he asked. Jessie looked back at the dog, who was sniffing around at the ground, pawing at a small bug. "Seems fine." she answered. "Not bleeding anywhere, doesn't seem sick or anything." She then looked back down at her watch. "Two more minutes." She said.

    Trent walked back to the bar they were parked in front of and picked up two bottles of water from a box sitting by the door. He handed one over to Jessie, opened the other and poured half of it into a bowl next to the box. He brought the bowl over to Rosco and sat it down in front of him. The dog immediately began lapping up the water. Trent scratched behind Rosco's ear and stood back up. "Good boy." he said as he walked back over to the truck.

    He sipped the water and began to take the tarp off of the truck. He and Jessie folded it up and put it in the trucks bed. He opened the door and started it up. It was slow to start, but revved up beautifully after that. Trent chuckled. Jessie looked at the truck with a smirk. "Well I'll be damned." she said. "I knew I kept you around for a good reason." she said to Trent jokingly. He laughed. "Oh yeah?" he returned with an even bigger grin. "Any other reason you can think of perhaps?" Her face slowly turned red and her eyes floated over to the side. "Oh I can think of a few..."

    Just then the two were interrupted by Roscos barking. They quickly looked over to the dog and their eyes followed to where he was looking at. A man staggered down the road, covered in blood. "A dead head?" Jessie asked. Trent was about to answer, but the man brought his hand up, showing a pistol. "That ain't no dead head!" he said as the two bolted for cover behind the tuck. A shot was fired and it zipped by overhead. "You som' bitch!" the man yelled. "Kill my crew!" he shoots another shot as her nears. "Get the damn dead'ins after us!" Fires again. "Take our shit and plan to get away!" Fires another shot. "Karmas a bitch you little brats! God will see me get what I am due!"

    "That 'Rat' guy?" Trent said to himself while ducked behind the truck with Jessie, who was holding on to Rosco. "What?" said Jessie, confused. "You gonna sit back here and wait for us to get shot or are you gonna do something about him?" she asked impatiently. Trent held out his hands and shook his head. "I ain't got a gun.... They're still in the bar." he said. She lightly smacked him on the arm. "What're you doing not carrying one on you?" Another shot fires and zips past them. "Hes goin to run out of rounds if he keeps going on like that. Hes only carrying six to nine rounds in that thing if its fully loaded and he doesnt seem too concerned with accuracy right now."

    The voice drew closer as Rat continued to rant. "I'ma gut you like a goddamn fish, eat yer damn mutt and keep that little whore of yours for myself! Till I get tired of that beat up jailbait and throw her out to the damn eaters!" His gun then clicked. He looked at it and tossed it aside. "Come on out here big man!" he yelled. "Lets see what you got when you ain't runnin scared!" Trent looked to Jessie. "He's out." he said, then quickly stood up and grabbed his bat from the bed of the truck. He starts walking closer to the deranged man but stops before getting close. "Look sir, I ain't the type to go lookin for trouble." said Trent. "You got a funny way of avoiding it, you little shit!" said Rat. "Hey," said Trent. "You and your boys started this crap when you ganged up on us, I tried to walk away!"

    Rat shook his head rapidly. "Excuses and bullshit kid!" he said, then started to stagger his way to Trent. Trent slowly pointed the bat at him. "Now you stay the hell away from us, you hear?" he said. Rat then started to laugh, his laughter grew as he collapsed onto the dirt. He then started convulsing and writhed around in pain. His laugh turned into growls, his sarcastic smile turned to grimace. His eyes hazed, his mouth and ears bled. He started to stand again, a different man completely. Already dead inside.

    "Shit." Trent said under his breath. He walked over to the man and raised his bat. It cracked down on Rats skull as blood splattered every which way. The body lay there, motionless. Trent looked down to him and sighed. "I'm sorry." he said.

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    OOC: Its finally time... Hell yea!

    IC:

    The sun's blinding light and sweltering heat rained down upon the wastelands of Texas, transforming the landscape into a perpetual molten crust. What few trees scattered the, what has come to be known as the "Dead Plains," of Texas had all been destroyed. Some by fire, others by lack of nutrition,and many f the local cacti and other green life that could normally thrive in such harsh conditions had become nothing more than proverbial stakes for the dead carcasses that adorned their spiky exterior. Deep in this desert of death, there was a strange sight. A single wandering Dead Head roamed the wasteland in search of something to consume, something to eat to sate his lust for hunger. His gaping mouth attempted to foam, but the dry heat of Texas was slowly taking its toll on the reanimated. The wind continued to cover the Dead Head's body and erode it even further then contracting the virus already had. Being renimated, however, he did not physically acknowledge his bodies continuous decay and degrading, he simply continued to search for the only thing that would sake his lust; human flesh.

    The wind blew again, latching on to a nearby tumbleweed, sending it cavorting across the ground, picking up dirt as it rolled, and tumbled in front of the slow moving Dead Head. The sloth-like reanimated was not at all distracted by this nuisance, and continued on its predetermined and only quest. As the bundle of weed and sticks tumbled on, roughly half a mile away, the sun's light radiated off a brilliant obsidian colored metal. This metal just happened to be adorned by none other than Aerian, the original source of the plague that has taken humanity hostage. His face was of pure concentration. Being infected wit the Necroenza virus, he could never sweat, therefore his vision would never be impaired. He does not perspire. He does not bleed. He does not feel. He does not sleep.

    He only kills... And he will never stop.

    His sharp gaze was focused on the wandering Dead Head, and in his line of vision was his hand grasping the wooden stock of his bow. His movement was fluid as he reached with his right hand to the quiver attached to his back by a strap of leather, grasped an arrow by its tail, withdrew it, then focused his shot. His mind was like a computer as he calculated the correct distance and strength needed to make a shot. He lined up his shot, tightened his grip on his bow, and let the arrow loose. He had a strange fetish for the sound of an arrow spiraling through the air. After a moment of air travel, the Dead Head never even saw it coming. The arrow soared and pierced through the reanimated's fleshy skull. He collapsed on the ground instantly. Aerian grinned at his success, and quickly began to move. He sprinted faster than any normal human or reanimated should sprint, closing the half mile distance between himself and his target.

    Within a minute and a half, Aerian had closed the half mile distance. Not even panting nor appearing to have tired at all, he scanned over his targets body, opened his jaws, and dived onto it. The job was quick and easy for him, inside of 10 minutes he had cleaned the Dead Head's body of meat and consumed it. Licking his lips and wiping the blood from them, his jaws retracted and he returned to his normal appearance. He had satisfied his hunger.

    His head cocked as he heard the noise of a barking dog. The animal was nowhere in sight, but he could hear its distraught barking. He quickly got on all fours and took off towards the sound of the beast. After a few minutes of sprinting, the source of his annoyance came into sight, as did what appeared to be a pickup truck. He slowed his sprint and rose to walk on two feet again as he came upon a young man and woman, apparently not infected by the virus. He approached the pair until their mongrel growled, to which he stopped walking. Now that he had satisfied his hunger earlier, he appeared to be any other survivor, like they appeared to be.

    He held out his right hand in a gesture to create a handshake and said, "Hello you two, I am Aerian, nice to meet you. What are your names and what are you..." he paused as his eyes caught the body of a reanimated lying near them, then he continued, "and what are you doing out here?"
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    Trent looked to this man who reached his arm out as an offer to shake hands. Nervously, he looked him up and down. He noticed the armor, the scars, the look in his eyes. He was going to play it safe, be nice but cautious. He started to raise his hand to accept the gesture, but then Rosco began to go into a barking frenzy. The dog threw a fit after sniffing the air after the man showed up. Jessie put all her might into holding the dog back. Trent quickly loward his hand and took a step back

    "No offense sir." said Trent as polietly as possible. "But you're infected. Keep walking please." He then gripped his bat tighter and kept his eyes on the mysterious man.

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    Aerian's once friendly smile now turned to a cold grimace. His brow bent inward with slight anger as his eyes seemed to pierce the mans very soul. Aerian's hand lowered bam to his side an placed itself on the handgrip of his pistol.

    "Look *friend*, I am nothing like these other reanimated. They will kill you in a heartbeat, but I will do far worse. Now I have attempted to offer you a friendly gesture, I will do so once more, but afterwords, never again. If you truly intend on starting a fight here, I assure you... This is one you cannot win, no matter how brave you are."

    Aerian grinned malevolently. "Quite a catch you have here," he motioned towards the girl, "I am sure you would hate to see harm come to her. As for your mut," he looked in disgust towards the dog, "heh... He would make a nice treat for any reanimated. There are many of them out here, young man," sighed Aerian as he gazed towards the wasteland, "and your out here all alone turning down the one person you wanna make sure isn't your enemy."

    Aerian's smile returned to his face. "I hate to pay homage to such an old phrase, but it suits the situation. Now we can do this the easy way," he said happily as he reached out his open hand again, "or the hard way," he said as his grip tightened on his pistol.

    "What's it gonna be, boy?"
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    OC: Thanks a lot storm for putting my characters in a sticky situation right when this thing starts

    Trent looked at the man, his emotions running wild. Nobody talks about his girl and dog that way

    "Alright sir." he said "I guess that would be the most sensible way to handle things, I suppose." he said. Little did this man know, but Trent has entered into his 'guardian mindset.' In a violent situation where his loved ones are in danger, say in the middle of a fight, Trent bcan become a brutal brawler, winning any means necissary. But in a touchy situation like this, he becomes sly, calculating, and shady as hell

    "If you are offering assistance sir," Trent said. "We have a bunch of water and weapons in that bar there left by a group of bandits we took care of yesterday. Could you help us load them into the truck?

    He leads the man into the bar. "Wait here for a second please." he said. "Theyre in the back room, but my girlfriend has some personal items in there she probably would be embarrassed for a stranger to see, Ill grab those real quick and bring them to her.

    He goes into the back room and grabs Jessies things, and a remote control device, and puts them into a bag. He walks back into the main room and sees the man still waiting. "Be right back." he said to the man and went outside to Jessie, handed her the bag and remote. "When I say so, hit this remote switch." he told her

    He goes back inside. "Alright so there is quite a lot of the stuff here. Some AKs, some stolen Pulse stuff too from the looks of it. I'll grab the water cans from here, you can go ahead and start bringing some guns out there if you want to sir."

    He aids the man with bringing the weapons out to the truck, purpously leaving the box of explosives behind. "Oh," Trent said as he's walking out the door with the last bit of guns. "I forgot about that box in the back room. Could you grab it up for me please?

    Trent then quickly walks to the truck, puts the guns in the back, and gets in the driver seat, with jessie and Rosco already in the passenger seats. "Do it." he said. Jessie pressed the button. It sent the command for one of the explosives in the box to go off, obviously setting a chain reaction for the rest to go off aswell. Trent had already driven off, but could hear the explosion and could see the ball of fire rise from what use to be the bar in his rear view mirror.

    Many hours later, Trent and Jessie found themselves still on the road, not one of them had talked since the explosion. "What if he honestly was trying to help?" Jessie finally said. "Doesnt really matter." Trent said. "He was infected. Obviously bitten. Wouldnt have been long till we had to kill him anyway. Besides, you saw him. Armor, scars, his eyes, his voice, the way his attitude changed, what he said to me. He made it obvious he had other intentions." he said. "Try to get some sleep hun. We'll switch out in a couple of hours."

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    OOC: Probably gonna be really rusty at this, sorry if I don't do a good job. :/

    Just gonna do my own thing here for a bit, unless another character wants to meet up. Which would be great.

    IC: Glem was tinkering with a sniper rifle. He wasn't very good with sniping, admittedly, much preferring close range combat. Besides, by killing at close range, he got to better see the suffering their body went through. Glem was sadistic like that. Regardless, sniping in this state of society could be useful. He could sit in safety and kill off threats from a distance.

    He wanted to practice with some real targets, so he put on a silencer and went to his storage cabinet. After searching through it, he found that he was out of all ammunition, which really angered him. He would have to go stock up on some more. He grabbed a few grenades, and a heavy two handed broadsword, which he could carry with easy thanks to his formidable strength.

    He looked out the small window of his hideout, looking around to make sure no reanimated or something was near. He walked outside, and pressed a button on a remote, which caused the door to barricade itself from the inside. A simple lock wasn't sufficient in these times. Glem's hideout was situated on top of a steep rocky hillside in the desert, a decent distance away from any town.

    Glem slid down a less steep side of the hill, landing in some dirt. He walked for a few miles, not seeing a human, animal, or reanimated in sight. He went to another hillside, and looked around to make sure the absence of company had continued. He felt around the wall until he found a specific rock, which he pressed. A rectangle part of the wall was pushed outwards by metal pillars, and Glem walked inside the opening created. This was where Glem stored his motorcycle, which was black with diamond patterns painted on. He kept it separated from his hideout for safety reasons. The bike, like all motorbikes, created a decent amount of noise, and he didn't want this to blow the cover of his hideout. He got on the bike, rode outside, and closed the entrance. He knew where the nearest town was, and where he could get supplies there.

    Glem arrived near the town, which was nearly abandon. Not wanting to attract...uneeded attention, Glem hid his bike behind some large boulders. He proceeded to walk into town. He walked into an abandon railroad station, where he knew a powerful weapons dealer. The dealers thugs could be seen lounging around the place, and they all stared at him as he walked. It could have been his attire, Glem did look fairly flashy and flamboyant. But honestly, Glem didn't care. He proceeded to walk up to the dealer, who was sitting on a wooden crate.

    "Greetings, Donny. It's....been a while, hasn't it?" said Glem

    Don sighed. "I told you, call me Don! Shut your damn mouth when you come to me, Glem."

    Glem laughed quietly. "Donny, you know you don't intimidate me. I do as I please. Anyways, I'm running a little low on ammo, so would you care to restock me? Hmm?"

    Don picked up a box which contained a variety of ammo. "I dunno, I've been a little short on dough recently." He said while looking at the box. "You sure you got enough goods?"

    Glem threw a sack of money in front of Don, which the man then proceeded to open and count.

    "Not gonna cut it, faggot." snapped Don. Glem noticed some of Don's men get up. "Raised my prices since the good ol' days." Don put on a sinister smile.

    Glem was getting pissed. "Goddamnit Don! I need this, and you know I've been low on cash!" At this point all of Don's men got up at this point. Don's smile vanished. He knew what Glem could do when angry.

    "Woah, calm down there prettyboy. Let's make a deal, huh?" said Don

    "What kind of deal are we talking about?" asked Glem

    "I've been famished lately, Glem." said Don. Glem knew what he meant right away. "Think you could fetch me a nice woman, buddy?"

    Glem nodded. "Don't you worry. I can handle this job no problem."

    Don threw Glem a sack of ammunition. "There's a lot more where this came from if you pull this off." Don laughed. "But I keep your money."

    Glem nodded and picked up the ammo. He hated doing errands for people, but Don wasn't the kind of guy you want on your bad side. He walked out of the building to begin his search.

    OOC: Well? Anyone can drop in to get involved if you'd like. If you're a female/have a female with you, Glem will probably just attack you, but if your character is male he might be more calm.

    And also, Glem usually has more access to weapons/ammo than this. This is a somewhat low period, and he isn't expecting to get any more weapons for a while. He's just going to Don for some temporary firearms.

    (I don't really know a lot about weapon dealers ^^; )
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    OOC: oh yea, and u say I put YOU in a sticky situation... Rofl.

    IC: Aerian's face became immediately enraged as he saw Trent take off towards his truck. Holding the box of explosives in hand, he realized he had been duped. He immediately dropped the box and bolted to the refrigerator next to him, throwing open the door and pulling out all the shelves and contents before quickly climbing in as explosives began to detonate, slamming the door shut on him. The darkness of the refrigerators inside was lit up with crimson as flames engulfed the complex and sent the refrigerator and many other things flying offsite. Aerian's body rolled around the refrigerators inside, slamming his head against the sides until he was rendered unconscious. What he presumed was a few hours later, Aerian awoke with a splitting headache. He kicked until the door of the fridge burst open, revealing the blinding light of the sun. Aerian slowly rose from the wreckage of his makeshift bomb shelter, climbing out and stepping onto the dirt of the all too familiar wasteland. He looked back towards a huge volume of flames which he quickly deducted was his launching point nearly a mile away.

    He panted as he started to walk slowly, "Ok... It's official... That's the last time I try to help tourists..." he coughed and continued to walk through the unforgiving heat, and to make matters worse... He was getting hungry again.
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    PFC Rameriez stood outside of the batttalion HQ on the Pulse base located in a secret area within the state of Texas. He finished his cigarette and threw it into a trash receptical next to him. He walked into the building and took his PC(patrol cap) off and sat in the main lobby. When he sat down another soldier sat next to him. Specialst type. He looked at Rameriez for a second, then finally spoke up. "You were in the oil rig mission right?" Rameriez nodded. "I heard the shit hit the fan out there. Ol' 'Givem Hell' Samson got offed in that mission right?" Ramirez nodded again. "So what are you here for?" the soldier asked. "Debriefing." said Ramirez. "Directly to the Colenel." he said. "Shit." said the soldier. "Mustve been pretty bad then. "Yep." said Ramirez. "We killed innocent civilians out there under orders of SFC Samson. He convinced us they were reanimated."

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    OOC: Flyin' solo for a while apparently.

    Also, is this RP mainly going to take place in Texas, or what?

    IC:

    Glem went on a search for a woman to give to Don. He stopped back at his hideout to get a few more weapons just in case he ran into trouble.

    He took with him five small video cameras that were easy to conceal, and planted them at different locations in town. This way, it was like he had six sets of eyes. He synchronized them with a laptop that he brought, and sat down on a roof. It might be a long wait; this town was a ghost town, especially for girls.

    After about an hour, Glem was getting really bored of waiting. He laid his face against the dirty concrete floor and just stared at the screen. Suddenly, he got movement. He darted up, and sure enough, there was a girl walking into an abandon movie theater. What she was going in there for, Glem had no idea, but this was no time for questions. He quickly hid his laptop and other equipment, and jumped off the roof and ran towards the movie theater.

    When he got there, Glem heard noises coming from inside. It sounded like talking, mostly. Crap. Last thing Glem wanted was interference. Regardless, he slowly made his way inside, holding his bayonet ready to attack.

    Glem got no more then a few feet inside before he heard someone yell from the room in front of him, which he assumed was the projection room. He burst through the door to confront the target, but all he saw was a movie playing on the screen. Specifically, it was a horror movie, and a man was screaming while running away from a monster of some sort. Glem looked around the dark room to make sure this was the true source of the noise, which it apparently was. Using simple logic, Glem determined that someone was recently in there watching this film. That, or they were still in there.

    Glem got out a flashlight and started searching the seats. He thought he saw someone hiding on the floor, so he got a little closer to confirm. Suddenly, Glem heard a gunshot from behind him, and it definitely wasn't the movie this time. At light speed, Glem darted around and started firing at his attacker, who jumped out of the way and landed behind some seats. Glem took out one of his frag grenades and threw it right at the target, blowing them to bits.

    Glem turned around to see another figure running towards the exit. He shot them in the leg, rendering them immobile, and walked over to them. Sure enough, this was the woman he saw before. It was hard to see in the darkness, but she had pretty dark hair and was wearing a red dress.

    "What are you doing in these parts, sweetie?" asked Glem

    "G-get away from me, you monster!" yelled the lady. Glem bent over, and she slapped him in the face, which angered him.

    "I was a very busy boy trying to find you, and that's how you thank me?" Glem laughed. "Well, let's see how you fancy this~" Glem took out a knife and stabbed her in the shoulder, causing her to scream for mercy. He proceeded to kick her in the waist.

    "Get up lady, I have errands to run!" Glem grabbed her arm and dragged her to the train station, which was nearby.

    Glem threw her in the ground in front of Don. "Good job, buddy!" said Don. "You got quite a catch here. But she looks in bad shape...wa'd ya do to 'er?"

    "The usual stuff, Donny." Glem smirked. "Now are you going to keep me waiting, or are you gonna give me that special stuff?"

    Don gave Glem five boxes of ammunition. "K, this should be good for now." said Don. "Now please get your gay ass off my territory." This comment angered Glem, who was not my any means gay.

    Glem fired a warning shot in front of Don's feet. "You call me gay one more time, Donny, and you'll be a dead ass. Got it?" Glem blew him a sarcastic kiss and went on his way.
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