Proménant Mort - *Walking Dead* Hell On Earth -


"Some say the worst part of the epidemic is burying loved ones afflicted by it...No. That's not even the half of it...the worst part, is when the loved ones don't stay buried.


It started out in the year 2004...nothing big, just a few 'druggies' wandering around, moaning and swiping at people. Nobody thought anything of it. It was just your usual day in the life of the world.

A week later, there were about 9 'druggies' stumbling around. This time, they were much more violent. Grabbing at people, biting them. In a matter of days, hundreds of people were sent to the hospital, dying within 24 hours of their wounds. Some even faster if the wounds were more extensive...but they never stayed dead...

Before anyone figured out what happened, it was far too late to do anything. Hospital staff across the country had been bitten left and right, spreading the epidemic all over. Other countries had similar problems, and it was slowly getting out of hand. Then one day...the human race was outnumbered. 2 billion to 1 billion. The horrible truth was impossible to conceal at this point and time. The human race was still the dominant race. The problem?

The living weren't the rulers.
It's the year 2006. The living dead stalk the streets, while humanity tries to rebuild, rarely ever gaining any footing. What is this "living dead threat", you ask?
Some call them the Walking Undead. Others "Lurking Corpses". Some even call them "Reworks". But the most widely accepted, and now 'scientific' term is the classic, "Zombie". These beings are reanimated humans, as the virus does not find animals as a suitable environment. This doesn't phase them at all. The zombie hordes advanced on humanity and have literally eaten us into a corner. Humanity is nothing more than a garden fresh for the picking. Slowly, humans have fought back. Japan, the North-Eastern United States, California, Alaska and 50 or so miles outside the Alaska border to Canada are now relatively Zombie-Free. Not to say they don't have Undead, but "Zombie Elimination Task-Forces" are dispatched and 'kill' any remaining undead. While not flawless, this is all that is left of the army. In-fighting and civil wars run rampant, and very little weaponry is left outside of these 'safe zones'. Even now, humanity is slowly being squeezed into tighter spaces. You are one of a group of humans who have decided to see if there are any survivors. You have no real "mission". No real "destination" or transportation, and there's no real way to stop the threat for good aside from good old fashioned persaverance.




This RPG is not designed to be "Won". There is no common threat. Just the zombies, marauders...and survival.

Basics*Recommended reading for the Zombie-Newbie AND the Zombie-savant!*
Zombies can be stopped by removing the head or destroying the brain. Breaking a zombies legs will slow it down, but unless you destroy all of its' limbs, it WILL come after you. Even still, a zombie with no arms and no legs can still bite if you're unlucky enough to stick your leg by his grimey lips.
Zombies are not fast at all. They lack the manual dexterity to move their bodies too well, so they lumber. Although zombies SEEM superstrong, it is simply because their muscles no longer feel pain if overexerted, as a zombie does not release, wince, or relax if they feel the tendons begin to tug. This is an advantage, as they will not know if you're about to rip a limb out.
Zombies cannot climb, open doors, or lift anything. They can, however, clutch, pull, bite, and claw. This is all they need to do.
Zombies do not bleed. But their saliva can still turn YOU into a zombie.
Zombies skin and bones are brittle, but still pretty tough all things considered.
Blades don't reload. But ballistic weaponry(guns) are great when you don't need to worry about hiding, or keeping quiet.


Sign-Up
Name: Obvious
Age: Keep it above 15, please.
Looks: Obvious. But mainly clothing, hair, etc.
Build: Physical make-up. Fat, strong, thin, etc?
History: How has their life been going?
Personality:
Skills: Not telepathy and flight. Human skills. Trained in martial arts? A good cook? If it's combat-centric(martial arts, swordsmanship, fencing) please limit it to 2 or 3. I don't care if you're smart, can cook, can do complex equations, fix a computer, and a car. I just don't want you knowing 15 different martial arts, 23 sword-fighting techniques, and 4 seperate gun-slinging styles.
Weaponry: Nothing fancy. This is 2006. Guns, melee weaponry*Bats, pipes, swords, etc.* I'm going to be INCREDIBLY strict on Military weaponry. If everyone had an M16, there'd be no real threat. Likewise, no ones gonna have a lot of ammo for it.
Pack: Medicine you might need, extra food(i.e junk food, soda, etc), extra ammo(no ammo listed is considered 5 clips/shells. This is additional ammo)
Relationship: Friends, family, girlfriend/boyfriend, wife/husband...
Other: *eats other*

Name: Mike Silvern(Save-Urn)
Age: 23
Looks: He stands about 6'0, with a thin build. His hair is short and dark, his eyes seem to be cold and distant. Despite this, however, he's quite the sweetheart and a great guy. His clothing is all tattered and dark, all he could take with him when they packed up. His shoes are dusty and worn, black Vans shoes. His pants are a tattered, dark green khaki material. A chain follows his pants to his wallet, although it's useless as he has no money.
Build: He has a thin, athletic build.
History: He remembers much of his life before the "Apocolypse" as some call it. He still loves rock music, despite the super-strict rules on music(No music after dark, no music during the changing of the look-outs, no music on high alert, no music above a certain level.) and listens to Metallica whenever he gets a chance, despite the band having long been killed/reborn/rekilled. His parents survived, and have moved with the rest of his family up towards Canada, in hopes of finding refuge in Maine or southern Canada.
Personality: He is a pretty calm guy, but keeps to himself and is usually thinking. Mike's an all-around nice guy, but comes off as a jerk sometimes. Those that get to know him know he's always there for friends, and he would give anything for his loved ones.
Skills:He's an alright cook, and good with computers as well as a decent driver. He has some bo-staff and boken training, which is all but useless for more than not smacking himself in the face/cutting a leg off.
Weaponry: Basic 9mm pistol, long wooden staff, wakazashi(short katana) he picked up during the 'looting' phases. He calls it 'Yoshi', as it has gotten him out of many a sticky situation.
Pack: Blade polish, a small knife(Not for combat, used to whittle sticks and branches into bo-staves, kind of dulling...), 3 extra clips of 9mm ammo, a bottle of pepsi with a cold pack(wrapped together in a paper bag), and 2 clothes. One to clean his face, the other to try it.
Relationship: Married to Laura Silvern, also alive as far as he knows: Rogan and Victoria his mother, father, and his mothers boyfriend. Despite his title, they get along fairly well. By fairly well I mean 'like a second father'.
Other: Kind of paranoid(and for good reason)


NOTE - I advise you to introduce a second character. Even if you only sign up as one, it gives your character more depth if they deal with a zombified loved one.