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Old 10-10-2014, 10:04 AM
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A deadly zombie epidemic has broke out, and the world has been thrown into an apocalypse, with governments destroyed, chaos everywhere, towns and cities in ruins, and fearful humans wondering if they will survive tomorrow. To join this NES and fight against the zombie threat, please fill out the form below.

Name: (your characters first and last name, for example, Jackson Alexander)

Age: (the age of your character, for example 17, 26)

Weapon of Choice: (your main weapon, for example, crossbow)

Secondary Weapon: (optional, for example, knives)

Appearence: (whatever your character usually wears, including armor, and his/her physical looks, for example, bandolier brown hair)

Personality: (how your character acts and reacts, for example, angry, joyful)

Skills/abilities: (any special skills and abilities your character has, for example, speed, accuracy)

Other: (any other information about your character and is optional)
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Old 10-10-2014, 10:07 AM
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Name: (your characters first and last name, for example, Jackson Alexander)

Age: (the age of your character, for example 17, 26) Jason Shane

Weapon of Choice: (your main weapon, for example, crossbow) Machine gun with bayonet

Secondary Weapon: (optional, for example, knives) Sword, revolver

Appearence: (whatever your character usually wears, including armor, and his/her physical looks, for example, bandolier brown hair) Black hair, green eyes, and wears all black

Personality: (how your character acts and reacts, for example, angry, joyful) grim, isn't grossed out by zombies, but will fight for his friends and believes in sacrifice

Skills/abilities: (any special skills and abilities your character has, for example, speed, accuracy) Sniper skills, speed, leadership, sword skills, agility

Other: (any other information about your character and is optional) None
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Old 10-10-2014, 10:14 AM
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Jason Shane slammed another drum into his machine gun and sprayed bullets at three zombies as they charged around the corner, screaming hungrily. Howling, they were killed in a pool of blood. Jason quickly reloaded and ran for his apartment two blocks away, he knew that the screams of the zombies he had just killed would attract more of the foul monsters. A zombie feasting on a dead corpse on the sidewalk nearby raced toward Jason, but, without stopping, he shot the zombie as he ran by. Jason ran into the apartment building and slammed the door, locking it as five zombies ran toward him, snarling. Jason headed for the elevator and went up to his apartment room. As he waited in the elevator, he though about the past day. He had killed about ten zombies, which wasn't many in comparison with the thousands of zombies all over the world, but at least he'd stayed alive. The elevator door opened, and Jason walked quickly down the hall to his room. He opened the door and locked it behind him. On a table and propped up against the wall were a variety of weapons, two sniper rifles, a machine gun and a revolver, and even a rocket launcher and gatling gun.
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Old 10-11-2014, 02:40 PM
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It had been a hard week for Jason. He'd moved into this abandoned apartment building when his house was attacked by zombies, and destroyed. His family had been killed, but he'd escaped. Ever since then, Jason hated every single wretched vermin known as zombies.
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Old 10-11-2014, 09:05 PM
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Name: (your characters first and last name, for example, Jackson Alexander) David Meyer

Age: (the age of your character, for example 17, 26) 23

Weapon of Choice: (your main weapon, for example, crossbow) Whip with sharp knives pointing at each end

Secondary Weapon: (optional, for example, knives) Twin daggers

Appearence: (whatever your character usually wears, including armor, and his/her physical looks, for example, bandolier brown hair) Chocolate brown hair, wears all black, hazel eyes like the colour of a peed-in sea. Muscular build.

Personality: (how your character acts and reacts, for example, angry, joyful) Mostly angry because of the whole zombie breakout, but only joyful when safe.

Skills/abilities: (any special skills and abilities your character has, for example, speed, accuracy) Muscle, accuracy, can bash zombies' heads in with his whip.

Other: (any other information about your character and is optional) Bisexual.
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Old 10-11-2014, 09:28 PM
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David stood on the top of a torn-apart school bus. There were holes in the roof, and from where it had been burnt, the bus had black spots all over it, like burn marks. The school bus was splattered with black blood and gore, insides spilling across the floor. The zombies kept trying to climb up the side of the bus, but at the moment one tried to get a hold of David's leg and take a good chunk off of it, he whipped it upside the head with his black whip, taking its jaw off and then decapitating it.

He went onto the one that came next—and immediately found it jumping on the roof of the bus. A little girl zombie. How cute, David thought before he slashed one of the twin daggers into its neck, its throat torn out. He took it out in a flash when a shadow came looming over him, and when he span around and looked up, saw what looked like the bus driver with the wheel around its neck.

David stopped for a moment before yelling and digging the dagger through its skull, blood spraying everywhere. David closed his mouth before any got onto him, and then wiped it clean off his mouth. The bus driver dropped to the floor in an instant moment.

If I can jump off the bus, then I can run to the pharmacy and hide. That's if there aren't more of them in the building, he thought to himself but threw the idea aside when he slashed another dagger at another zombie's neck and then shoved the corpse away with his boot, throwing it into another zombie. The impact was so heavy that the dagger went through the back of the first zombie's neck and into the other's. David pulled the gore-covered dagger out.

They're everywhere.

It was like a crowd of people hoping to get an autograph signed by a rock star jamming it out on the top of a school bus, except way more scarier and gorier. The roof was now splattered with black liquid, and zombies were sprawled across it, blood still pooling on the floor. David closed his mouth once more as another zombie came at him. He slit its throat before it killed him, and then rammed the tip of the whip-dagger through its chest, flicking it up into the air and then down through the roof of the bus and onto the floor of the inside of the bus.

There were too many to keep on fighting, but David had to keep it up for just a little longer before he could run to some place else. He hoped that nobody who wasn't a zombie could come—if they came, asked if he wanted food, he would cut off their head before they could speak. Trusting anyone was dangerous, even if they didn't look like they were infected.

But then he made his decision of what to do by jumping off the bus and rolling in mid-air, landing on the concrete road, zombies behind him running to munch on him for lunch. Though David was ready, so he quickly span around before clutching his whip and slashing it from left to right, all of their necks in display to cut about eight of their throats. Those zombies dropped to the ground, pooling blood everywhere before David span around again, racing to the pharmacy.

When he made his way, he found that a car was in his way to the building. He quickly jumped over it in a hurry, flipped off the roof and landed, wind pushing into his body, surging through him to make him run even faster than ever before. The zombies were stopping a bit now, but he knew that once they had gained their energy, they would run even faster than he, and kill him before it was too late. David wasn't that much of a runner, but he knew that when he was in danger, he was pretty fast just to get to where he wanted to be.

The pharmacy was just ahead of him, now. The street continued on and on, before splitting into an intersection at the far end. Buildings—apartments, torn-down shops, drugstores—were at him on the left and right, but all he needed was the pharmacy at the far left. He finally came to it, panting heavily. He found the wooden door, hopped in and slammed it shut, hearing the moaning, groaning, screaming of the zombies behind it. With a short but thick piece of wood, he jammed it through a holder, locking the door shut. And, with the windows barred down with wood, he was hundred-percent sure that he was safe for the night.

Over near the waiting area, there were seats—about twenty or thirty—and, with this, he decided that he could sleep here for the night, or stay awake until around five in the morning to go out and find somewhere else. Maybe he could find an abandoned house to sleep and know that he would be fine, but no.

That couldn't happen after an outbreak. Everyone would either be dead by then or infected with the virus running through their veins... David always wondered what it could be like if it all just stopped. How, though?

How could it all stop?
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Old 10-12-2014, 08:47 AM
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The next day, Jason was watching the news. Only a few of the channels were still running, because the zombies didn't care if they attacked a studio. As he listened, he heard that the zombie apocalypse was worse in a city only a few miles away, because it had been so large, but many of the people had been infected. Some of the zombies from that city had made the trip over to the city Jason was currently in. Jason knew what he had to do. He began loading his gear into his backpack, medical supplies, and a few grenades. He slipped knives into his belt for throwing at zombies, and put a revolver in a holster. He slid a sword into a bandoleer on his back and loaded tons of extra ammo into the backpack. Then he grabbed the gatling gun and left the room.
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Old 10-13-2014, 02:15 AM
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He had a nightmare—and, being a nightmare, it wasn't all that great. There were zombies flooding his vision, monsters of evilness and doom that crept up to him and chained him up. They were torturing him, foam dripping from their chins and black blood pouring from their wounds.

There was one with a slit throat but it kept walking towards him...

Walking.

Until the nightmare vanished.
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Jason ran into the garage of the apartment building. His battered pick-up truck was in there. Dumping all of the weapon's into the passengers seat, he started up the car and locked all the doors and closed all the windows.
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If it isn't to late can I please join?
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