Waking Summer ( Post Apocalyptic , Zombie )
- Thread starter King Kendrick
- Start date
King El Bridgett
Active member
*"You were in a fight with the infected and were severely injured," says the female attendant, "My master commanded me to treat you. As for your board, I can't say."
He began t slowly make his way to the other side.
He began t slowly make his way to the other side.
King El Bridgett
Active member
"Me." said Leon with his German accent. His face was still bandaged, along with his ribs. He was dressed in a black dress shirt opened and black pants.
King El Bridgett
Active member
"You're right about that," he said calmly, " For starters, I ant to thank you for saving my life. Second, you asked me how I had a jet and a drone. You see, my name is Leon von Einzbern, a German nobleman. Once the infected surfaced years ago, my family took necessary steps to battle them. Gaining powerful, military-grade weapons and such. My goal is to wipe the infected from the face of the earth."
Me and you both Leon... who doesnt want to get rid of the sick ones... So you have a lot of supplies!?!?!
He holds his arm akwardly as if trying to grab something.
(He holds his Board under his arm.)
He holds his arm akwardly as if trying to grab something.
(He holds his Board under his arm.)
Last edited:
King El Bridgett
Active member
What's with him? He isn't so bold as he was yesterday, he mentally noted.
"Yes. At the moment, I carry 15 machine guns, 20 shot guns, hundreds of throwing knives, and grenades, a month's supply of food, medicine, plus my jet and my drone flying above the city. In fact, I have more being shipped in. By the way, I've yet to get your name."
"Yes. At the moment, I carry 15 machine guns, 20 shot guns, hundreds of throwing knives, and grenades, a month's supply of food, medicine, plus my jet and my drone flying above the city. In fact, I have more being shipped in. By the way, I've yet to get your name."
King El Bridgett
Active member
King El Bridgett
Active member
King El Bridgett
Active member
How odd.
"Well, if you want, you can leave the plane. As of now, there are none of the infected ones around us. Besides, I'm sure you don't want to stay here in this cramped up place all day. If you need me, you can always contact me."
He handed him a high-powered cell phone.
"It's already programmed to my number."
(Alright, I'm going to get off now. Thanks for plying with me. Bye!)
"Well, if you want, you can leave the plane. As of now, there are none of the infected ones around us. Besides, I'm sure you don't want to stay here in this cramped up place all day. If you need me, you can always contact me."
He handed him a high-powered cell phone.
"It's already programmed to my number."
(Alright, I'm going to get off now. Thanks for plying with me. Bye!)
Name: Frost
Group: Survivor on Earth
History: Frost was a nice kid. When he grew up he was drafted into the marines. He quickly became the highest rank. When the zombie outbreak happened he left the marines with all the weapons, explosives and ammunition that he could. Now he sits on rooftops with his sniper.
Personality: Serious but has fun when he kills.
looks:
Group: Survivor on Earth
History: Frost was a nice kid. When he grew up he was drafted into the marines. He quickly became the highest rank. When the zombie outbreak happened he left the marines with all the weapons, explosives and ammunition that he could. Now he sits on rooftops with his sniper.
Personality: Serious but has fun when he kills.
looks:
You must be registered for see images
GodOfThunderAndLightning
Active member
Crash landing (Whatever city you guys are in lol) Zell's drop pod hitting many building before even touching the ground one hell of a ride he thought, After it stops Zess takes a few minutes to breathe that would have killed most people he exits and finds himself at some random street and zombies approaching quickly he grabs his High Frequency Sword and readies himself.
"Now this is a welcoming party!"
He begins the fight.
"Now this is a welcoming party!"
He begins the fight.
*Leah begins to dig through an old library, looking for some old newspaper clippings. She finds one from a New York Times article dating some decades past, talking about an infection spreading through the insect world, wiping out entire species off the map. She grins slightly and tilts her head delicately to the right as she first slumps, bending her knees greatly so then they are parallel to the ground, and then sits down, her legs sprawl before her, as she continues reading the article. At first, she thought that this might finally be the first clue she was looking for, the precursor to the virus that spread so virulently, leading to the compound destruction that humanity had already started by the time the virus first struck, but she found an inconsistency with the known effects of the zombie virus. The disease mentioned in the article had the effects of completely eliminating the skin of the infected, leaving them to die through fluid loss and environmental exposure; but the zombie virus never had the effect of eliminating the skin, nor any of the primary protective layers. In fact, it supposedly, according to a few scattered lab reports that didn't need to be burnt from the old laboratories of Boston because of blood contamination, had a calcifying effect on the skin in its later forms, but sadly, too many details of how such an effect could occur are long lost, so the only proper conclusion is to keep skepticism alive. That, and they fall too easily to those knowledgeable to their weaknesses anyways.*
*She thus arises again, patting her knees gently with a downwards motion from her hands as she finishes her rise, and looks around her before heading towards the nearby stairway. She hears some ruckus outside, and looks out the window. She finds a boy, one she had never seen before, fighting off some zombies with a sword that looked familiar, perhaps a high frequency one. Interesting... most people who live here don't bother fighting anymore, and instead know of many networks underneath the city that they use to eliminate most of the threat all together. Problem is that lately these networks have had too many vulnerabilities, and thus many deaths of late have occurred, and one of the most vulnerable was the one leading from the library to the garden. And that's the only way to leave the library. And now some odd boy is fighting numerous zombies over the passageway. She sighs and clasps her left pointer finger and thumb over the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes. Her problems seem to always compound and never disappear. Such is the life of a modern archeologist though, and she knew the risks before following in her uncles footsteps.*
*She thus arises again, patting her knees gently with a downwards motion from her hands as she finishes her rise, and looks around her before heading towards the nearby stairway. She hears some ruckus outside, and looks out the window. She finds a boy, one she had never seen before, fighting off some zombies with a sword that looked familiar, perhaps a high frequency one. Interesting... most people who live here don't bother fighting anymore, and instead know of many networks underneath the city that they use to eliminate most of the threat all together. Problem is that lately these networks have had too many vulnerabilities, and thus many deaths of late have occurred, and one of the most vulnerable was the one leading from the library to the garden. And that's the only way to leave the library. And now some odd boy is fighting numerous zombies over the passageway. She sighs and clasps her left pointer finger and thumb over the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes. Her problems seem to always compound and never disappear. Such is the life of a modern archeologist though, and she knew the risks before following in her uncles footsteps.*
