Zombie Sandbox Rolepaly

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Basically it's been three years since the outbreak. The living just keep dying and the dead just won’t stop rising.

Government outpost have running water, electricity, and steady food source.
All staff and residents are required to work and defend for room and board. Outside government facilities are the unprotected scavenger outpost.

Scavenger outpost consents of people who abandoned the government and run by their own set of rules often attacking/ raiding government outpost for supplies. Scavenger outpost are located randomly in unique places like hotels, farmland, ect.

Water, Food and or weapons are the new currency.

Obviously this is freelance zombie roleplay. So feel free to make things interesting or create your own version of zombie or take one straight from a game or novel. Whatever. I just want to get back into roleplaying and have fun here.

1 Post at least once every two weeks.

2 Wait for two other people to post before you do so again.

3 500 characters minimum set post. Quality over quantity prefered but not expected.

4 Pictures should be anime or illustrated. Make sure they aren’t freakishly big.

5 Obviously mature themes such as Profanity, Drugs, Alcohol, Violence, Blood, Death and Gore are all possible trigger worthy things that may arise.

6 No Cybering. Keep romances PG13 thank you.

7 NO GODMOD that means you kill a character without the creators permission, you can’t spontaneously heal after receiving a serious or even fatal wounds take some time to mend those wounds you buffoon, you shouldn't conveniently have what you need on hand or in the vicinity without a logical reason, nor should your character be able to wield every weapon like a pro.

8 Auto-hits in fights are permitted. However its up to the person being attack to decide on the damaged caused or taken.

9 PM me or post your skeleton in the chat to join]
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[b Character:] name
[b Age:] 13+
[b Gender:]
[b Weapon:] primary, secondary, third.
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[b Username:] [h1 Mended]
[b Character:] Surirna
[b Age:] 21
[b Gender:]Female
[b Weapon:] L96A1, M1911, M9 Knife[hr ][hr ][right [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=326521 [pic https://i.imgur.com/8pJ7g1K.png?1]]]
[b Username:] [h1 X-000]
[b Character:] Andrew Kyle Aldrich
[b Age:] 24
[b Gender:] Male
[b Weapon:] AR15, Homemade Flamethrower, Trenching shovel[hr ][hr ][right [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=372464 [pic https://i.imgur.com/tT9vmRr.jpg?1]]]
[b Username:] [h1 NorthernWolves]
[b Character:] Lena Petrova
[b Age:] 23
[b Gender:] Female
[b Weapon:] Primary - Scar Secondary - Glock 18 Third - Combat Knife[hr ][hr ][right [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=401740 [pic https://i.imgur.com/UGor9jQ.png?1]]]
[b Username:] [h1 Posiitronic]
[b Character: ]Misha West
[b Age:] 23
[b Gender:] Male
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[b Username:] [h1 ZozoDagon]
[b Character:] Vincent (Vince)
[b Age:] 24
[b Gender:] Male
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[b Username:] [h1 Burning_Heart]
[b Character:] Charlotte Kaiser
[b Age:] 19
[b Gender:] Female
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[b Username:] [h1 Knight-]
[b Character:] Rex Rider
[b Age:] 21
[b Gender:] Male
[b Weapon:] High carbon steel longsword
[b Armor:] Modernized Graphene bulletproof vest
[b Strengths:] Obviously excels in close range combat, equipped to take on those who wield firearms. Experienced in combat and has become an extremely skilled swordsman.
[b Weaknesses:] His armor doesn't protect against blunt damage as well as gunfire. Nor does it protect against a well-placed strike with a bladed weapon. His head is also unprotected though his blade can hold up against gunfire as well. the boy is reckless and fights with little sense of self-preservation. Has extremely poor social skills and lacks any skills besides combat really. He isn't very tactical in the BIG picture of things. He doesn't know how to drive or wield a firearm either. He's also too embarrassed to ask anyone to help teach him the many things he never really learned growing up.[hr ][hr ][right [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=401791 [pic https://i.imgur.com/2yMBVtK.jpg?1]]]
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[b Username:] [h1 Spadius]
[b Character:] Robert E. Lancer
[b Age:] 17
[b Gender:] Male
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[b Username:][h1 LXIII]
[b Character:] Len Masuo
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[b Username:] [h1 FallynAngel]
[b Character:] Angelina "Angel"
[b Age:] 19
[b Gender:] Female
[b Weapon:] Shield[hr ][hr ][right [pic https://i.imgur.com/Zmb7ypn.png?1]]
[b Username:][h1 .] FallynAngel
[b Character:] Sydney "Syd"
[b Age:] 17
[b Gender:] Female
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[b Username:] [h1 KB-TheBearWhoMauls].
[b Character:] Alley Cat.
[b Age:] Thirteen (13) years old.
[b Gender:] Female.
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[b Username:] KB-TheBearWhoMauls.
[b Character:] Ant.
[b Age:] Sixteen (16) years old.
[b Gender:] Male.
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[b Username:] KB-TheBearWhoMauls.
[b Character:] Rooster.
[b Age:] Eighteen (18) years old.
[b Gender:] Male.
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[b Age:] Thirty-five (35) years old.
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The facility was quiet, dark and seemed almost dead. In the past there was so much life before, staff running around. Patients getting a chance to heal, or even live. Now a days, a place like this is just a cryptic reminder of an old age. An age when humans where top dogs. Now the microbes control this world.

Kyle slowly walks through the halls, his eyes scanning his surroundings as the soft roar of his flamethrower is the only other noise. Beside his boots and the chimes of the metal across his uniform. He was searching for a medicine chamber, hoping for at least some useful medicine to trade. Once he entered a cross way of the hospital, he caught in his porifials the frame of a human. Quickly turning to look down the hall as his eyes glare down. The frame seemed to have the movement of the living, but when it suddenly started to run. There was no doubt that it was the dead! He raises his flamethrower and points the nozzle towards the hall. Squeezing the trigger, as a torrent of hellish red fire flies down the hall. He grinds his teeth through the respirator as the lens mirrors the dancing flames.

Even though his ears are filled with nothing, but the roar of his flamethrower. He was so focused on burning the dead that was rushing that a new noise entered his hearing. A voice of a young female, he quickly ceased his assault as he lifts his head up. Shifting from a combat stance to a more eased combat stance. His eyes blinking rapidly before his sight spotted the woman. ". Fuck...." Was the only words he muttered into his mask. He felt bad, nearly killing a living. This would have been very bad, though he is surprised that fate allowed a cutie to enter his life at a time like this.
  Water and Sewer / X-000 / 58d 22h 26m 48s
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Len never thought the world would descend into such unimaginable destruction, or at least to describe the damaged left behind from the zombie virus. The one saving grace despite all what is said and done was the fact that his parents were safe overseas in Australia; however, that was just it. Here he was stuck in the American states, separated from his friends, whom either perished, turned, or got lost to the wind like any poor survivor out there.

Cycling along his bicycle through the hilly US wilderness, or what used to be one of America's great highways, Len carried quite an arsenal aside from the clothes on his back . On his back was his knapsack and quill of arrows, supplemented by his bow slung his back. His tottori sword was on his left hip while his dagger laid hidden in his right sleeve; part assassin weapon and part hunting/cooking blade.

The desolate highways varied in zombie activity, though the highways were mostly desolate and empty the farther one goes out from the major cities. Len's goal was the travel all the way to the west coast, all so that he could get onto a boat that would eventually take him home. There was no point being in America when it was no longer consider the land of the free, rather it had just became the land of the dead...
  LXIII / 79d 6h 24m 3s
[h3 [center [size10 [+aqua Angelina]]]]
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[center [size10 [+aqua The world was a very different place now. It used to be such a nice place. A nice place to go to school and a nice place to try to make friends. Angelina was not really the making friends type.

Angelina was way too shy to make friends, but the few friends she had, she was very protective of. Perhaps, that may be why she ended up choosing the weapon she had during this time.

Her weapon, of course, was a shield. A shield she had found in an antique shop close to her old home. A shield that she wished she had had when her friends got taken from her. They sacrificed their lives for her's.

Soon after she ran, she vowed that their sacrifices would not be in vain. That she would honor them. Protecting others along the way. [+cadetblue "I will protect others,"] she promised.

The shield was pretty heavy to carry, but she made it work. Although, she was actually a very timid girl, she was very stubborn in protecting people. The world had become so bleak as of late. And this shield held a bit of her past.

Angelina, now Angel, carried her shield on her back, unless she needed it. Which happened a few times. It had sharp edges to cut into the walkers she encountered. So it came in handy for close encounters.

At this point, she was not part of any group, but traveling alone. Hopefully, soon enough, she may have a group of her own. Traveling alone wasn't all it's cracked up to be though.

Now, traveling through the forest, there were no walkers around at the moment. Then she heard a bit of noise in the far distance. Perhaps a car? Something she felt she had to investigate.

It didn't take too long for her to end up finding when looked like road. But she didn't see anyone there. Hopefully it wasn't a walker near by. That was a chance she may have to take though.]]]

[h3 [center [size10 [+darkmagenta Sydney]]]]
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[center [size10 [+darkmagenta Taking care of her little brother was all Sydney really did when things were a lot sunnier. These days it seemed very dark and ominous. With the roamers every where, it seemed days would not get any better.

Sydney, now Syd, survive but at the cost of losing her little brother. He became a roamer and she had to do the right thing and grabbed the closest object, a long stick and stabbed him right in the head. Then, of course, she ran away.

Running far away from where she once lived and prospered. Never having ventured out of her small town, let alone her home. Her life was mainly consumed with playing video games and taking care of her ill mother.

[+mediumorchid "I'm sorry little bro,"] she muttered to herself as she continued to travel alone.

A few times, she had found herself in the middle of a group, but they always left her behind because she was a bit stubborn and weak all at the same time. They didn't want to have any baggage or dead weight on their hands.

So, she traveled alone, which she didn't really mind. It felt like a real life video game to her. So, she kept score as she went on her way. Even wrote down the number of roamers that she had taken out.

Usually, she used a wooden stick or rock to kill the roamers. It was whatever was handy and available for her, but she always has a long wooden stick with her. Like a staff of sorts, but it had a pointed end on it.]]]
  FallynAngel / 79d 16h 7m 0s
Serina let out a heavy yawn, slowly awakening from a deep slumber. She sat up on the large pillow that she called a bed and stretched. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around the room she was in and noticed that no one was around. "Odd." She said to herself looking around to make sure. "Normally there a few drunks left." Serina was sitting on top of a stage that over looked several dozen tables. The room smelled of smoke and alcohol, but she'd grown accustomed to it. Her bed was placed in the corner of the stage while the rest was cleared for what looked like singing and dancing.

Still confused she looked down at the other occupant of the bed. "Where do you think everyone went Ricky." Ricky opened an eye and looked up letting out a low hiss. "Well I was just asking no need to be rude. " Ricky hissed again and went back to laying down. Serina patted his head and laid back down to think. Ricky was a 22-foot African Rock Python at was curled around Sarina using her body for heat. Most would be afraid of such a large snake but not Serina. Ever since being captured the large snake had taken a liking to her and stayed with her most days. Serina laid back down with Ricky using his body as a pillow as she watched the door to see if anyone was coming by. Thinking back again on how she ended up like this.

Two year ago, she was captured by a group of raiders with a small group of others. Some had been killed for resisting, sending a message that resistance was useless. They had been dragged off deep into the ruins of some abandoned city until arriving at what used to be a hotel.

The hotel was quite big and looked like it had been heavily modified. The first two floors had been boarded up and reinforced. The hotel parking lot fence had also been upgraded to have a concrete, 10 foot high wall. Tower bare wire and what even looked like APC rested around the building.

The once grand hotel had been turned into fortress.

They had been taken into a room where they were forced to their knees and forced to wait several hours until a tall man with a full beard came out. His eyes gave off the feeling of power and strange however at the same time there were cold and ruthless. He had smiled and with a voice like ice he said. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our lovely home. You have all been chosen to live here. I know I know what you're thinking. Who are you, why did you kidnap us, and what do you want with us. I heard it all before so please be patient, I will get to all that in due time. First, I am Johnson Snow. However, you lot will only refer to me as master, boss or sir. Secondly, you are now all a part of the Wolverines as slaves. You will be divided into groups. Work force, entertainment, cooking, or repair. This will depend on what you are good at. After being put in your groups you will work twelve hours a day and then have twelve off. Nice hu I say I'm a lot nicer than most other slavers out there, I need you alive and healthy to work. But don’t think you can slack off because people that don’t do as told will be shot."

They had all been silent up to this point looking up scared and shocked. This didn’t seem real, we were going to be slaves to a group of raiders. Serina had started crying at this point scared of what this meant. Johnson then said, "Now then I think that covers everything. Welcome to your new home.", and with a large smile and a wave he left. Leaving them to be dragged off again.

She felt like she was one of the lucky one as she had been into singing and dancing most of her life so she was moved to entertainment. She was moved into a large room with a large stage that took up most of one wall. Another corner had been converted into a bar to allow quicker access to beer.

She was given a collar and then chained to the wall next to a large Jaxx Pillow. She had danced and sung in front of people before but not like this, and her first few nights she had been scared out of her mind, afraid if she messed up they would kill her. However, as time went on she got used to it and soon became very popular in the raider as the star dancer. Even Johnson took a liking to her singing and dance and soon gave her more things to keep her acts fresh.

In some ways she had some freedom, for she was allowed to do certain things, like dressing and working on her music or dancing, by herself. But the one thing she could not do unless escorted by two high ranking Wolverine raiders was to move from one room to another.

There was only one other place she was allowed to go and it was the shooting range. The Wolverines believed that everyone had to learn how to shoot a gun in case the main defenses were overrun by a horde so individual people could defend themselves. She had never fired a gun before that but quickly found out she liked it, even learning how to shoot long distance from an older gentleman that ran the armory.

Despite some of the nice times she had her life was still hard. She was often abused when she had a bad performance or shocked after talking back. Soon she became very submissive around her new master and didn’t talk to anyone but Ricky who had turned out to be Johnson's pet. He had slithered in one day, nearly giving her a heart attack. She had never seen a snake this large before but as time when one she got use to him being around and had grown attached. He seemed very fond of her as he curled up with her after the evening shows to listen to her voice.

Snapping out of her memory she felt Ricky squeeze her a bit as someone entered the room. He was dressed in a combat uniform with an assault weapon swung across his chest. In his hand was a plate of food which he placed in front of her bed. "Breakfast girl." He said "Boss gots a big mission today and wants you to sing to motivate the troops. He said have you ready in the next hour. Got it?" Nodding, she grabbed the plate of food and started digging into her food. It must have been close to sundown as she was given pork and beans.

Once finished she moved to her only privet room her chain could reach where she replaced the nightgown she currently wore with a long red dress that had been her best for motivating the men. After changing she came back out to the man who replaced the current collar with a shock collar. "I'm ready sir." Nodding, the man changed lead her out.
  Serina / Mended / 80d 14h 35m 22s
[center Panting heavily, a young female stood over the body of one of the undead, her knife buried deep inside of its skull. Tangled in it's finger tips were strands of her hair, having come out when she'd pulled her head away from it. She frowned and tugged at the black curls on her head. Perhaps it was time for a another hair cut? She sighed. If her mother could see her now, she'd be horrified.]

[center Kneeling down, she twisted the blade before yanking it out, flinching as some blood hit her cheek. Wiping it off with her sleeve, she dragged the blade across her pants, sheathing it. Staring down at the horrid thing, it slipped into her mind what kind of person he might have been when he was alive. Did he have a family? If so, where were they?]

[center Standing, she shook those thoughts away and kicked the body instead. [b "That's what you get for trying to kill me,"] she said, her voice sounding a little too loud. It had been a while since she'd ever really talked to anyone, or anything, and it felt a little strange to hear her own voice again. [i How sad...]]

[center Taking a deep breath, she shifted the backpack on her shoulder and walked away, moving on from the incident. Ever since the world had gone to shit, she'd never stayed in one place for too long. Sure, there were outposts set up, and every once in a great while she'd find herself in one. But she hated the thought of staying somewhere with a lot of people. To her, it just wasn't safe. They were death traps waiting to happen.]

[center Walking down the quiet street, she kept looking around, expecting more undead to be around. She was a little surprised to find that there weren't that many, and those that she did see, she was easily able to outrun.]

[center Looking up at the sky, she shielded her eyes from the sun. She had no idea where she was going, but she needed to decide on a place soon. She wasn't going to be stuck outside when the sun set. Focusing her attention ahead, she picked up the pace. She still had plenty of time. Or so she hoped.]
  Charlotte (Anime) / Burning_Heart / 80d 20h 5m 52s
[center [h3 The Fool]]

[center [youtube http://sss.llzzz.plbrxwxeh.llfrp.se2.gsr.awhoer.net/watch?v=zj8O1Ohbisc]]

[center [b This was the tale of a young man, or rather a young boy. A boy who had taken to calling himself "Rex Rider" not for any particular reason. Except that it sounded "cool" to him.]]

[center [b Now despite that reasoning, the twenty-one-year-old male had no real confidence in himself. He had no particular set of skills being unemployed in the world of the living. He wasn't good at talking with others and he was even too shy to ever get his own drivers license. Twenty-one and the boy never even drove. There was a lot about the world he didn't know or understand being a closet otaku. There was only one talent he had...]]

[center [h3 The Beginning of the End]]

[center [b Rex had grown up surrounded by violence the only thing he loved to do in the outside world was to fight. He and his best friend would spend hours sparring and even hitting one another with sticks. His grandmother had even paid for his fencing and kendo classes at his hometown so that he would make friends. Though that, however, was a bust as weak as he was emotional he could sure as hell could take a beating. Though he looked to be timid helpless and weak. Though since the outbreak he had given a lot of effort to his appearance. Before essentials even! Finding bright orange-gold eye contacts. Even going through the work to bleach his hair snow white. Finding durable clothes to put on his Graphene bulletproof vest. While he and his two closest friends helped him find a nice sword piece. ]]

[center [b Rex was walking in an abandoned building as he had his blade slung over his shoulder. A European longsword Rex found that most swords broke after hitting too many bones. That the real world wasn't exactly like "anime" it took time on how he found this blade. This blade could withstand a hell of a lot of punishment. A glutton for punishment.. sort have like Rex in that sense.]]

[center [+orange Where are any biters when you need them?]]

[center [b The boy said as he walked down the hall slamming the wall with the blade. Causing a loud ring he would shout but he was too embarrassed any humans may hear him. Yes even in this bleak outbreak he was incredibly socially awkward.]]

[center [b Walking forward going in step by step he rubbed the back of his head ruffling his hair as he held his stomach in pain. There could be two reasons for the pain in his stomach.]]

[center [b Reason One: Rex did not stack up any food or really... anything. The bulletproof gear and the blade were all he had on him. This wasn't a foolish mistake, however. This was simply because he couldn't care less if he died or not. Though he'd rather die on the battlefield than of starvation.]]

[center [b Reason Two: Rex didn't avoid combat and this has resulted in many fights. This did burn calories faster and pointlessly risk his life, however... he learned that bulletproof vest doesn't actually mean bulletproof. Getting shot when wearing this gear still hurt as a blunt force strike would. He had just picked a fight with five travelers. coming close to being put down himself he was shot in the chest and stomach plenty of times. This had not pierced his gear but causing some blunt damage, however. He smiled softly as he began to think of the fight that had taken place that day.]]

[center [h3 The Fight]]

[center [b The shy boy walked down the road with his blade slung over his shoulder as he let out a huge sigh. It had been too long without anything to do. He'd shout out to cause a ruckus but he was too afraid to make a scene. One of the things he'd hate most is having those of the living giving him "weird looks" even nowadays this bothered him. He remembered doing anything mundane before "it" happened. Going to get groceries for his mother. Or talking to employee's for help he was terrible at instructions and it involved even more talking. Every time he'd feel like he'd just pass out he couldn't do anything. He hated going outside wearing heavy clothing helped. He worried a lot about having a nice style that it would hide the fact he was so hopeless. He wore hoodies even in the summer with fingerless gloves. Things he found really cool but this backfired it just drew more attention. Causing fights at school even and since he was so poor at explaining himself people just decided he was.. a prick. It was strange his mind was wandering here. The idea of others disliking him really bothered him he shook and his heart sank just thinking of it now.]]

[center [+orange What am I even thinking about... Ugh maybe I should just take another nap.]]

[center [b Course as soon as he said that there were two men ahead fighting off a small group of walkers. Rex liked to avoid saying or even thinking of the word "Zombie" he thought it was silly but still, it was the same either way.]]

[center [+orange P-Perfect! My chance to break the ice!! I get to finally play the hero!!!]]

[center [b He didn't have to worry about being judged I mean they would appreciate him, either way, right? He threw his blade in the air ready to boast the way he had always wanted. This was the third time in his life he ever got to do this. His first since everything has started. Catching the blade he began to shout.]]

[center [+orange Hey! Ugly!! You want something to eat? Then come on, snack on this!!!]]

[center [b After his rather cheesy entrance he clanked his blade on the street running forward, he was rather quick on his feet he always was the fastest runner at School. Though before he could charge in three more men popped up shooting the walkers down with double barrel shotguns as the first two started firing now with two pistols. It took a bit but Rex watched, they had them surrounded so if he got involved he'd surely be shot. Even wearing bulletproof gear it would surely hurt and a headshot would be fatal. He sighed and walked forward sad he didn't get to help so as they cleaned house he decided to just go up ahead and say nothing.]]

[center [+red Hey! Kid!! Yeah, hold it! Give us your supplies!!!]]

[center [b Rex stopped and turned around, it was rather hard to tell he had any bulletproof gear on at all. He held his thick blade in front of his face. Flat side it covered MOST of his face. He had learned to do this when fighting those who used firearms, this, however, was much more dangerous than fighting a bunch of flesh biters.]]

[center [+blue Who do you think you are?! The last samurai?! Dude this ain't no Tom Cruise movie okay? Don't be stupid and don't make us waste the ammo on you. Even if it's just one bullet.]]

[center [+orange U-Umm.. I-I'm not really using a katana... I mean samurai didn't use European longswords. They used the traditional katana.. when it came to blades anyhow. They had many other weapons t-though.]]

[center [b Rex exhaled, that was so stupid! Why did he randomly say that?! So not cool! An anime character would have said something cool like "yeah we'll see!" or something cocky and badass. His legs started shaking as the men laughed walking closer weapons raised. He wasn't really scared of the threat, he really couldn't care less if he was to die here and now. It was the fact they were laughing at him. It felt like school again that one weird otaku, the sad part was he had trouble even talking to other otaku's! He shook his head, why was he thinking of that right here? He should be more focused on the fight before him. Okay yeah.. relax just focus on the fight. After this, I'll never see them again, either way, even if I die. No need to be embarrassed, or so he thought but he was still embarrassed nonetheless.]]

[center [+red Uhh, okay weirdo look I can see your legs are shaking, think just cause I can't shoot your head your goddamned superman? Well, Mr know it all. If you wanna correct people do it in hell!!]]

[center [b The man cocked his gun aiming at Rex's chest. Damn it! That was cool! That was a cool line!! Rex banged his head on the blade, the guy firing two shots hitting Rex's chest. Thud thud!! They made impact. As he fell over, though they did not pierce his skin. Rex laid on the ground face forward his stomach on the street.]]

[center [+red Dumbass, how did he make it this long? I shouldn't have wasted any bullets. Pretty city boys with their crazy dyes must fuck with their brain am I right boys? Well I shot him, yall strip him!]]

[center [b He said as he motioned for the three shotgun-wielding men to handle it. Placing their guns on their back they walked forward to Rex as they got on their knee's to pick him up.]]

[center [+orange Gotcha now!]]

[center [b Rex yelled as he turned around slashing through all three of their legs. However, the third one only having his legs slashed and not cleaved off. Rex hand springing up stabbed the man through his chest, it was easy flipping up before he could reach his shotgun. The two men with pistols began shooting wildly. The two shots earlier didn't truly kill or would have even knocked Rex down. Yeah, they hurt moving at such high-speed ramming into his chest the blunt damage stung. However, his protective gear saved him as always. The men on the ground were in shock and in pain but if they recollected themselves could draw and shoot Rex from behind with two shooting at Rex now from the front. He used the man he stabbed into as a human shield. Thank god, because being stabbed through the chest does not INSTANTLY kill you as fast you would think. He'd have time to grab his shotgun and blow Rex's head off. Course the man would die anyway. Still, that's why in movies killing a man in one slash was unrealistic they'd live a little longer before actually kicking the bucket. Though with bullets pounding into the guy wildly he was dead surely quick enough. They had emptied their clips of each pistol into the body. Rex saw that the two on the ground up and shotguns were drawn. How?! So quick? With missing legs? Are these guys paramilitary? Marines? Rex withdrew his blade and turned to block as they both fired one shooting his stomach lifting him inches off the ground as his gear deflected the bullet he coughed. The second hitting his blade scraping his cheek as he bled his heart began to race. He almost had his blade blown out of his hands. He's lucky his finger wasn't blown off. He needed the thick gloves to be fingerless however to have a better feel on his blade. He then quickly slashed the two legless men cutting them down as he turned around the two remaining gunmen reloading their clips and firing again. Rex held his blade in front of his face full on being shot by the clips guarding his chest with his arm.]]

[center [+orange Haaa!!]]

[center [b He screamed out in pain and adrenaline as the two stood shocked.]]

[center [+red What the fu--]]

[center [b Rex ran forward bleeding due to all the blunt damage was done to his body horizontal slashing from left to right the man backing up his chest slash Rex dashed in non-stop the man drawing his gun to Rex's face.]]

[center [+orange Too... slow!!]]

[center [b He slashed two more times at the agile man only the edge of his blade scraping him as he fired barely missing Rex's head. Rex span 360 building up momentum as he then lopped the man's head off. He turned to look at the other as he saw all of his dead comrades.]]

[center [+red S-Shit kid!]]

[center [b He took off firing at Rex as Rex put his guard back up the bullets hitting his blade and body.]]

[center [+orange .. Phew!]]

[center [b Rex sat down realizing the guy was long gone, well it was time to see what these guys had. Well besides guns anyway, Rex really didn't know how to work a gun. He'd take one from time to time. He had no idea how to fill a magazine or how to reload he knew to cock the gun and shoot. He knew that much from the movies he was rather hopeless. He sat down taking a breath. If his entire attire wasn't built from sturdy graphene he'd be dead. He wished he could have paid back the people who helped him get his hands on it. Shaking his head he focused on the task at hand.]]

[center [+orange I could take a few, maybe give them to somebody who could use them. I don't know... I'm not exactly making friends.]]

[center [b He sighed, he had hoped this was a chance to save somebody. Instead, he ended up barely protecting his own life. He was disappointed that only five guys took that much outta him. He honestly thought he was stronger than that than again he liked to compare the expectations of anime to real life. He laid back remembering some of his more.. finer moments than this reckless mess. Or at least, finer to him.]]

[center [h3 Present Day]]

[center [b Rex chuckled a bit he wasn't thinking that fighting simply five people would be so hard, however, this was the real world. Things didn't play out the way they did in his head. Guess those were his limits. He really hadn't matured much the last three years had he?]]

[center [b Strange Rex had taken life so carelessly and fought these beasts without growing sick to his stomach. Yeah it was a bit hard at first but to him, it was all a game and after he had lost his two closest friends nothing felt real to him. He felt like the walking dead himself as if he was moving but dead inside. He didn't feel the real guilt of taking another's life not if they were willing to fight him so crudely. In his mind, they were just bad people he never really thought that maybe they were just doing what it took to survive. Rex never thought of himself as a bad person he always wanted to be the hero. He's saved others lives before but sadly... they always ended up dying. However what broke his train of thought was bumping into something. Hmm... two legs standing... and clothed.]]

[center [+orange H~Hello I'm sorry I!]]

[center [b However it wasn't a man he was talking to. It was a woman though he'd guess the real important detail would be is she wasn't alive anymore. He stepped back drawing his blade as he saw the premise crawling with these walkers.]]

[center [youtube http://sss.llzzz.plbrxwxeh.llfrp.se2.gsr.awhoer.net/watch?v=2pZ-UpjtlXY]]

[center [b He scoffed holding his blade by his waist gripping it with two hands as he smirked. This was all he enjoyed now starting pointless battles even if he didn't know he'd make it out of them. He was always cocky in sparring with his friends or playing video games. Course it wasn't really bravery alone it was really just not caring anymore.]]

[center [b One thing he loved about fighting the dead was he could try whatever his otaku mind thought of. While not being laughed at, he was horrible at verbal confrontation. He'd get nervous when trash talked even by people he could handle hell even if they were unarmed. He wouldn't show how much he enjoyed this but fighting soulless corpses? Helped the pre-fighting jitters. Course once his blood got pumping it wouldn't really matter living or dead. Looking through his dyed white hair his piercing eyes he charged forward.]]

[center [+orange You want some?! Take this!]]

[center [b He said as the slow-moving foes began to surround him. Running forward he cleaved one's head off. His sturdy thick long-sword could handle a lot more than most cheap made blades. He tried using any old sword just like in "anime" and realized they broke a lot. Or would get stuck in his targets. In fact, if it wasn't for his old friends he would never have gotten this fine piece of craftsmanship. Course this has already been covered. Rex was one to think the same thoughts a few times. That and it was easy to be reminded of how well made this blade was!]]

[center [+orange Ha!]]

[center [b He turned around cleaving another in half in a fell swoop, he was getting the hang of it. Another from the left he turned to dodge kicking it down. He would have slashed but he kept his guard up for the relentless numbers coming in. Life wasn't like an anime or some old Bruce Lee movie things didn't surround you and wait for their turn to attack you. He'd handle that one in a bit, he hopped backward stabbing one from behind him running forward with a helm buster sort of slash cutting the walkers head in half. Another ran forward biting Rex's hand. Luckily he was wearing leather gloves and with a metal backhand guard smacked the walker off. While stabbing another's head and turning to kick the one getting back up. He was moving rather quickly to handle each and every one as he jumped and danced around he was a natural. True he had sword fighting experience but a natural at.. fighting for real. In a real scenario, no longer for fun. Course to him this was much more fun than any of that was. He started grinning slashing as he ran no longer caring if he hit their heads. Hack! Slash!! Cut!!! He knew a good trick was to keep running around and moving. That wasted stamina quickly sure but Rex could take it, didn't matter if he couldn't anyhow. If he died anywhere he'd want it to be on the battlefield. Though not every slash killed them having arms slashed off or your organs falling out made them either slower less dangerous or more brittle to be later finished off. Not that Rex was trying to be effective, one was farther ahead than the rest he ran up placing his blade on his side. Punching the zombie in a combination. A straight to stumble it, dashing in with a left and right hook than a speeding uppercut. As he spun 360 degrees into a haymaker knocking the brittle walkers head clean off.]]

[center [+orange Always wanted to do that!]]

[center [b He beamed smiling, as he drew his blade with one hand running in as he slid slicing another's leg off. As he used a handspring to flip back onto his feet. He held the blade than backhanded with both hands running and cleaving through several nonstop it was amazing the blade could take that much punishment. As he screamed out full force, despite his size he had a decent amount of brute force to work with. Though it was grueling and long he eventually took each and every down. This fight wasn't as "pretty" as he wanted it to be. He got sloppy there was too many to be as flashy as he had wanted to be.]]

[center [b He looked around counting]]

[center [+orange twenty-six? Man, that sounds so small but! Huff huff..]]

[center [b Though that wasn't too bad it sounded like such a small number to him with the millions and millions of these things that must be in the world. He knew that two men with automatic weapons could probably do that with less effort huh? Still it just... wasn't his style. Not that he had the know-how anyway.]]

[center [b More poured out from the rooms cutting his thought out. They began to walk at him there was even more than before. Rex held his blade huffing with his lack of food and sleep he looked forward. Even at full condition, he'd be feeling the heat that was for sure.]]

[center [+orange Huff... tsk come and get it!]]

[center [b Despite his words he ran away from the creatures running up the building's stairs as they began to pursue running to the third-floor gathering more and more of their attention he swung and hacked at the air. As he panted they closed in and he stepped backward. He looked in front and behind him seeing a broken window. He sheathed his blade on his back as he put two fingers on his forehead with a big grin.]]

[center [+orange See you later!!]]

[center [b He jumped off as his heart sank into his stomach seeing how high up he was! Heights he hated heights!! Holding his arms in a cross block X his body slammed into tree branch after tree branch. His armor served as little guard but it still hurt like hell as his arms felt like they were crushed. His shoulders popping and everything ringing as he hit the ground. The creatures following clumsily smashing their heads on the ground. Though before he could even see straight or even hear he sat up he felt like he was going to keel over and die right here and right now. Seeing a car crashed into a tree and a man with his head smashed through the window he was carrying a... uhh Rex scratched his head. Rex just knew it was a gun and though the car was still running! An automatic weapon and a car! He was saved!! ... NOT Rex didn't know how to drive and had no interest to drive or use a gun. He didn't know jack shit about either, to be honest. He was very naïve and many would consider him to be damn near useless. Though in the car Rex thought to himself that there was a sweet aroma. No way?! This deep into shit and this guy has... well kept not rotten.... fucking McDonalds?! With tons of booze to that would make sense. Drinking and driving the last thing anyone would think would kill you nowadays. Ripping the plastic lids off the containers getting into the food he ate the cold (stale) flavorless fries munching on the hard-like but still chewy nuggets. As he looked for sandwiches he found. mc chicken wrappers! His favorite food!! He pulled the wrapper to see it had... a mc double.]]

[center [+orange ... Mother fuck-]]

[center [b Rex sighed banging his head on the metal door of the car as he sat on the driver seat. Beggers can't be choosers and with that, he grabbed a water bottle with a gulp. Ack! The water felt hot as hell but he needed something, right? Eating the cold mcdoubles with the water his pain subsided were he could finally hear himself think clearly. He sighed his body still sore as fuck. He had closed the door locking each of the doors. Sleeping next to a corpse would be weird he thought to himself. He grabbed the backpack off of the man tangling it and ripping it out. As he saw gun mags for the gun the man had.]]

[center [+orange AK-47? What the heck I don't get these bullet measurements.]]

[center [b He grunted keeping the bag of mags knowing someone would be happy to have them. He just knew... not him. With that, the boy began to nod off with a full stomach. It was times like these he missed having friends to talk with. Taking some pain pills in the car he sighed lost in thought. He wasn't good at making friends even before this, though. He still remembers the strange way he met his best friend...]]

[center [h3 "Making Friends"]]

[center [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHyoAXILbA8]]

[center [pic http://i.imgur.com/0NOtEdc.png]]

[center [+green Huff huff... you're lucky I went easy on you.]]

[center [+brown Dude, stop with that lame tough guy act. Just shut the fuck up and pay me back all right? Come on Vincent do you like me and my boys pounding your face in every day?]]

[center [b The man with glasses struggled to get up as he coughed feeling blood on his lip.]]

[center [+green Huff huff.. for what? I don't even really know you..]]

[center [+brown Oh? But you know my bitch Serah, don't you? Bro you owe me for trying to get some of MY ass.]]

[center [b Vincent hit the ground as he stumbled on his feet panting.]]

[center [+green She's not yours, she won't ever be yours. Tsk.. this is starting to feel like a cliché manga.]]

[center [+brown Oh my fucking god, dude just give me what I need all right?]]

[center [b Though, at that moment a boy came rushing in.]]

[center [pic https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b6/c6/fa/b6c6fae8423a1539488048e88dcf84bf.jpg.]]

[center [b Swinging with a baseball bat he knocked a few out a few of the men harassing Vincent.]]

[center [i Dude! He's fucking insane! I didn't come to get my kneecaps fucked!! Fuck you, dude, I'm out.]]

[center [b The man's friends left as "Rex" the timid brown haired boy that had yet to really be called Rex. Stopped the "lead" from running off.]]

[center [+orange Man to man, you and me.]]

[center [b Rex threw the bat and put his fist up looking at the guy who held his chest in relief. Being rather built and much taller he smirked.]]

[center [+brown Oh boy, now you gone fucked up.]]

[center [b The tall man said leaning in punching Rex with a hook then a left jab with a rousing straight. Despite his unrefined words, the man had some form. Rex stood dazed as he bled from his nose. Swinging wildly as he missed a few times blocking one strike. Rex held the guy's shirt head-butting him. Rex clumsily fell on top of the guy knocking him down as Rex punched him over and over and over again. The man helpless to defend himself reached out.. for the bat. Rex stood up hopping back. As the large brute swung wildly at Rex. CRACK. One swing hitting Rex's shoulder. Rex's left arm fell as he laughed.]]

[center [+brown What the fu--]]

[center [b He swung again Rex chuckling weakly using his broken arm as a meat shield. He shifted to guard with his arm he could no longer feel pulling his right hand back into a haymaker.]]

[center [+orange Here's a one-way ticket to hell! All aboard!!]]

[center [b Rex (Cheesily) said decking the brute across the face as he knocked him to ground the blunt force of the cement knocking him cold. He reached his broken arm out weakly to Vincent.]]

[center [b Rex wondered how Vincent did that, talked of manga so proudly talked so cocky so easily . As soon as those words left Rex's mouth. He wondered, did they make sense? Did he say it just to say it? He must have sounded like an idiot saying things like that.]]

[center [+orange I-I'm sorry I...]]

[center [+green Dude! That was awesome!! You really saved my ass, I didn't know they were hiding heroes at this school. Where do I sign up?]]

[center [b Rex blinked, the way Vincent talked it was like.. nothing he had ever seen. I mean he had, but of course.. that was only in....]]

[center [+green Anime.]]

[center [+orange Huh?! What?]]

[center [+green Do you watch it? I mean, of course, we should take you to the hospital but do you watch anime? Maybe we could go to my house and hang out. It's the least I could do ya know Mr hero?]]

[center [+orange M-My name is "blank", not Mr. Hero, I-I love anime! I am a huge fan! E-Ever watched Tokyo Ghoul? Shakugan No Shana? Angel Beats?]]

[center [b Vincent laughed.]]

[center [+green Haha, no but let's get on to that then huh? "Blank" huh..? Hmm.. kinda basic for a guy like you I think. The names Vincent! Nice to meet you!!]]

[center [b Rex laughed a bit as they walked side by side to the hospital.]]

[center [+orange So who's Serah? Is she your girlfriend?]]

[center [+green N-No I-I-I were just friends man! She's a real cutie, though! I should tell her about you saving my ass. She isn't good at making friends. Then again I'm not either she is my only friend. Well.. her and you of course.]]

[center [+orange M-Me..?]]

[center [+green Yeah! You're dreaming if you think you can show some wicked moves like that and not teach me! You're stuck with me pal!]]

[center [h3 Later That Year]]

[center [pic https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b6/c6/fa/b6c6fae8423a1539488048e88dcf84bf.jpg]]

[center [b With the panting of cold hair, there "Rex" shivered his hair it's natural color so were his eyes. The meek boy looked at his best friend.]]

[center [+orange C-Come on! We shouldn't be here Vince! We need to go!! Her parents would kill her and call the cops if they saw us at her window. We could just.. I don't know text her? Call her? Skype? She has her cell and her computer. Let's wait till--]]

[center [pic http://elif37.clghyldqwduw.llqhw.se2.gsr.awhoer.net/fs70/f/2014/059/e/1/anime_boy_render_by_kiritowaifu-d78eg9u.png]]

[center [+green Dude! Chill!! If you say wait till she's ungrounded again I am going to kill you. You know her dads a good for nothing 24/7 pissed off drunk. I mean do you even know why she got grounded?]]

[center [b "Rex" hid his face and sighed muttering]]

[center [+orange N-No but we could get in trouble..]]

[center [+green Dude I love you, but if you don't wanna step in then fine. I miss the hell outta her I don't know about you but this is killing me. I'd prefer the three amigo's but I can't make you come. Remember that one time you punched her dads shit in? That's the "blank" I'd like here right now. I like that guy, if I could I know I would have. Hell, I woulda tried if you didn't beat me to it! Touching her like that-- Agh, forget it just go.]]

[center [b "Rex" sighed as he looked at Vince, Vince's words were harsh but as soon he said them he dragged "Rex" along. Vince loved Rex way too much to leave him behind. Rex to shy to keep saying no went along with it. As Vince knocked at her window. Rex was thinking "yeah he punched him but he almost went to jail, like he's about to right now!"]]

[center [+green Serah! Hey, Serah wake up! Hello WAKE UP!!]]

[center [h3 Wake Up]]

[center [youtube http://sss.llzzz.plbrxwxeh.llfrp.se2.gsr.awhoer.net/watch?v=P9chqKfcS7s]]

[center [b Rex had awoken in the car jumping up with tears in his eyes. He then began to vomit in the car looking down at the puke it... didn't look like the food he had eaten earlier. Human... flesh?]]

[center [b Rex was covered in blood as he stood up shocked as it hit him. This was the blood he had from all of his fighting before. Wait no... Rex held his head screaming.]]

[center [+orange No way no way no way no way. No no, not again.]]

[center [b He rocked back and forth as he puked again seeing a finger in the vomit hardly even chewed. He had done it again his brain... it shut off reality to him. He remembered the fights today and though they had happened the same way. everything else was not. The not having a drop of blood on him in the real world! Finding McDonalds in this shithole?! His brain created an escape for him. He had instead eaten parts of the corpse in the car. He checked the bag seeing there was still mags. Thank god... that really happened. He started to break down sobbing wondering what had happened today and what had not. Tears streaming down his face endlessly as he sobbed and sobbed.]]

[center [b He kicked the door open he felt he would puke again but he'd keep whatever food inside he could. Food... he just thought of that man as real food. With so much missing least his stomach still had contents. He wiped his face of the blood and his tears as he screamed out to the world. This empty dead world he might as well screamed to the endless void itself.]]

[center [b He didn't stop as he shouted relentlessly half cry and half a roar. As if he was telling the world "Fuck you" he started to punch the tree as he screamed banging his head against it. Screaming more and more he could be heard probably all mile around but he didn't care he just didn't.]]

[center [+orange Vincent... Serah I wish you were here!!]]

[center [b He held himself crying as he fell to his knees. His brain had tricked him and he realized the lives he had taken today. The real scenes weren't so bright. The men didn't appear so coarse and callous true they had attacked him. They were like him though they needed food and even if Rex had none they would...]]

[center [+orange Consume me...]]

[center [b The hunger in those humans eyes the tears they were just like him. They didn't say anything rude at all! Rex said those crazy cocky lines outta nowhere!!! There were never even harsh to him. They just had to eat. Just like the man he had eaten. There was no any other food to be found it was scarce and rare these days. So when you can't beat these creatures you join them? No Rex was a hero, right? The awkward kind hero? Or was he just a monster. He didn't know... did he just killed men who wanted to live. Something he didn't even want to do. He had no good reason to fight he didn't want to live that part was true. He just wants to die a good death.]]

[center [+orange Like in some stupid fucking anime..]]

[center [b He muttered to himself he was hardly making any sense anymore he didn't know what was going on. What had really happened he... wait!? He pulled his blade off his back and looked at his outfit.]]

[center [+orange Thank god... your real. You're real you're real you're real your real you're real.]]

[center [b He started laughing screaming at the top of his lungs "YOUR REAL" he swung his blade at the air. Handspringing side from side, seeing the cracks in the bark. His agility his strength his blade. That was real... what else was? The fact he killed five men who wanted to live just so he could find a good death. Just to end his pain and suffering.]]

[center [b With that Rex stood on the road looking off to the distance as he sighed.]]

[center [+orange What's the point?]]

[center [b He sighed falling backward on to the road. Raising his blade up as he looked into the blade's reflection to see his own face. Just to take a good long look at what he was now. Rex Rider tsk he may have looked different with dyed hair. His contacts and his clothes but he was the same kid. Nothing's change if anything he was even more hopeless now.]]

[center [b Rex sighed as he stood staring at the ground. What was his next move? He really didn't feel like doing anything, not at this moment. If he was to do something it'd be too drown himself in another battlefi-]]

[center [b Almost as if on cue the boy had heard a loud car alarm in the distance. A constant blaring and a fainter shout it was far off. He drew his blade looking around. "It was gonna attract them" well he needed a distraction and there was one. He was still sore from the last fight and probably needed medical attention. Honestly, he couldn't have cared less though he refused to sit down alone with his own thoughts.]]

[center [b Rex had bolted running as fast as he good step by step. His blade sheathed as he focused on keeping a steady breath to not wear himself out. He wasn't pushing a mad dash sprint but he was moving like his ass was on fire. Was he afraid of missing the crowd really? It'd be pretty hard to miss what was to come.]]

[center [b His thoughts swarmed as he ran and he was growing bored quickly he just wanted to get there already. What was it? "Pfft I could drive maybe this wouldn't be so hard!" he had gotten lost a bit trying to track down the location of that noise going from block to block. It was loud and it wouldn't stop he saw a few of the crawlers but he wanted to be at the source of the noise. He'd fight till he couldn't fight anymore. Did that mean he'd run when he was tired? Or died? "Ehh I'll figure that out later"]]

[center [b He slowed down his run to a light jog as he was growing closer now. He didn't want to tire himself out it'd be just around the corner now. Taking a small breather he drew his sword and turned to see the blaring car. There was a frustrated woman down the road and she looked well... Rather pissed.]]

[center [b It wasn't long before the moaners started coming all around. He was sure the girl had already figured out a good route to run. Unlike himself, he knew most people planned ahead when things went wrong. She didn't look panicked or scared but she didn't look dumb enough to be fighting here for no reason either. Rex had charged in front of the car drawing his sword his back toward her. He wanted to say something but...]]

[center [b Well... Talking to the opposite sex was almost an impossible task for Rex. He'd probably say something stupid or embarrassing. Honestly the prettier the girl was too? The more he'd drain himself trying not to say something dumb. She... Intimidated him he didn't want to come off as the weird guy who couldn't even make eye contact. "God if anyone heard half the stuff I thought? They'd think I was out here trying to pick up girls.."]]

[center [b It wasn't exactly like that he just literally couldn't handle a pretty face. Though leaving his guard down was awfully foolish too. If she had a firearm or a knife. She could easily kill him from behind as he was trying his hardest not to make eye contact. If that was how he went? Well, it wasn't the blaze of glory he wanted but if it helped someone who actually wanted to live push forward he couldn't complain. Or did he say that just because she was pretty? Regardless he decided to take a chance with his back to this stranger.]]

[center [b "God she probably thinks you are so rude! Or you gonna make her worry! White hair dye a sword and a weird ass outfit!" despite his thoughts he had dyed his outfit that way and his gauntlet. Even the markings on his blade it all helped his confidence bit by bit. Though it did get him strange looks. "What if she thinks your acting like one of those to cool to look at you kinda guys?" "Cool" Rex was many things but "Cool" was certainly not one of them.]]

[center [b He found himself over-worrying more about how she thought of his actions than his life being at stake. He shook his head as some of the biters came from the south of the block in front of him. Wouldn't be long before they were surrounded she still had time to run off. He had held his blade tightly as he looked forward. Ready to turn his brain off to anything else. To only focus on what was ahead of him.]]
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First, you teach your kids about guns, what they do and the safety involved in their usage i.e. gun safety. After making the kid understood that extremely well, then you moved on to teaching them how to shoot from small caliber guns such as a .22 caliber handgun. If the kid wanted to shoot a bigger gun with a bigger bullet, then you'd say no. Make the kid fire the same small caliber gun over and over until they learned how to shoot it accurately. Only then could the kid begin to progress to bigger guns with bigger calibers. And after awhile, the kid would start to mature into a teenager and later into an adult, developing personal taste's for which weapons and calibers they preferred.

Now that is what is called good parenting. Teaching a kid about responsibility and accountability while also teaching them a very useful skill. Especially in a zombie apocalypse.

Lena was this kid who had matured to a teenager and then finally into an adult. She had started off with a .22 caliber handgun, progress through various 9mm, 0.45 caliber, and various magnum caliber handguns. Throughout out this handgun experimentation, she had adopted the 9mm Glock 18 as her handgun as choice. Did it fire a big ass round as some of the American handguns? No. But could it fire its magazine of 33 bullets in the space of a few short seconds? Yes.

As it concerned rifles. She did learn to fire various rifles, from the hunting rifles all the way to the sniper rifles. The rifle that got her particular attention was the SCAR-H battle rifle. A magazine holding 20 bullets of the 7.62×51mm size and firing them through a a standard barrel 410mm long. And as any gun nut/gun enthusiast ends up doing is modifying their gun. To Lena, it meant repainting the gun in a blue colour, as well as adding a detachable 2x scope behind a red dot sight and sliding in a suppressor at the end of the barrel.

As to the knife, it was more of a side show to her guns. Lena knew the basics of how to use a combat knife, but not proficient enough to hold her own in a fisticuffs fight. Fortunately zombies didn't know enough to make it a particularly hard fight, but one still had to be careful when knifing them.

Concerning Lena's current position, it wasn't that bad. A hospital which was free of zombies, and there had been a small stash of food and water in it. But she wasn't too happy, for she had come to the hospital looking for medical supplies. And ti had to be that this place was completely devoid of it. Guns and knives were cool and all, but they would not help in healing an injury.

The hallways were an absolute mess. There were a few gurneys either upright or laying keeled over on the floor, papers scattered everywhere, as well as random objects of various sizes. Once the zombie apocalypse had descended, everyone was rushing to get out and get their asses to a much safer place.

Lena was just minding her own business, walking down one of the hallways. While passing an intercetion with a perpindicular hallway, she noticed something else which looked completely out of place. She didn't stop, on the contrary she sprinted forward.

What she did not expect was to feel the heat and smell of fire and what appeared to be gas blazing through the spot she had occupied. It gave her enough of a shock, as well as sending her into a rage. [+purple "You fucking козел with your flammenwerfer... Watch where you point that thing, Arschloch!!!"] Her heart was thumping inside her chest. She knew that if she stayed she was as good as dead, which didn't really help because running away would also kill her.
  Lena / NorthernWolves / 82d 19h 3m 57s
In a sudden jolt of life, a man in his early twenties suddenly jumps awake. His hazel eyes scanning the area around him. Seeing that it was a concrete room with a single metal door. He softly groans and rubs his eyes, sighing heavily as he looks around.

the room was not all together, after all the south wall was basically caved in and allowed easy access to the roof. Oh and also a nice sized puddle at the base of the rubble. The man yawns and rubs the back of his neck as he sits up and groans. Reaching out to a silver tin can and setting it down in front of him. He would pull out his multi-tool out of a pouch mounted on his belt, switching the tool into a pair of pliers. He would pop the can open revealing the blue gel inside. The man sighs while reaching into one of his shit pockets, pulling out a waterproof match. He would then attempt to strike it before it lights up and is tossed into the gel which explodes into fire after the match hits it.

He would at this time set a metal container over the open flame. It didn't take long before he would reach out and grab a red cooler that was next to his bag and flamethrower tanks. The moment the cooler lid was open, a carbon dioxide fog escapes from its contents before a single gloved hand reached into the fog. Removing a solid piece of dry ice out, setting it down beside his right leg as he reaches back in and pulls out a zip lock bag containing some meat. The bag had written in sharpie, "bacon". The man smiles before opening the bag and setting 3 strips of bacon onto the metal in the container. Once the strips were placed down, he would slowly stand and walk over towards the puddle of water. Carrying a bag of charcoal, a water bottle and a bottle of yellow liquid with a canteen.

The man was taking the time to clean out his canteen before setting it down to the side. He would look around real quick before opening the water bottle, he would open the bottle of yellow liquid before the heavy scent of the most toxic element leaked out. The Man coughs loudly before continuing with his operation. He scoops up half the water bottle with water, pouring 1/4th of the yellow liquid into the bottle of water before reaching into the bag of charcoal. Taking a hand full of charcoal before stuffing it into the entrance of the water bottle. He holds it up into the air for about 15 minutes before he brings it down and starts pouring the water into the canteen. The water slowly drains through the charcoal, while the smell of cooking bacon fills the air followed by the sizzling of grease. The finishes filling the canteen and packing his supplies before rushing towards the noise. Taking the metal container off the fire and lets it cool before freely taking the strips and eats them.

After his quick breakfast and wipping himself with baby wipes, he would slip on thick high visibility pants. Making sure that; A they were in one piece and B that they were still have its visibility. He would stand up in his boots as he slips on his jacket and zipping it up. He was quickly getting dress since while he was eating he noticed that he was nearly out of medical supplies, a necessary supply for trading. Once he slipped on his flamethrower pack and clipping the nozzle to his chest. He grabbed his rifle, breathing heavily through the respirator as the nice clean air flows into his lungs. He walked towards the garage and slowly opens it to reveal the dead world. This was his new life, once a man that worked for the city government. Now a man trying to survive, on his jacket a simple cursive spelled name was over his right chest. "Kyle" was his name, and he was an operator for the city.

Kyle walked 18 miles before reaching Metroplex, or by his coworkers Murderplex. He would walk through the front doors, shouldering his Ar. Clearing the room as he walked in, seeing that the lobby was clear. He quickly switched from his rifle to the nozzle of his flamethrower. He examines it quickly before pulling the front handle towards it. The front of the nozzle ignites into a small flame as the weapon was now in full use. The small red dancing flame reflected off his silver reflectors on his uniform and mirrored off the glass lens of his respirator. He breaths heavily before starting the long walk and search through the medical facility.
  Water and Sewer / X-000 / 83d 5h 37m 35s
[center [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zhn8OMAM0aQ WELCOME TO MY WORLD]]

“[#993366 For Fucks Sake]” a brunette took a step back. While placing both hands on her head. Her fingers dug between her loose wavy curls and a black hat that read:”[i A Dead Girl Walking]”. She began to pull the hat off when suddenly a shaky hand grasped onto her right ankle. It gave her goosebumps as she pulled off her hat. She used it to mask the lower half of her face before exhaling a heavy sigh.

“[#993366 What?]” she peered down at a guy around the same age as her with a machete logged in the side of his neck.”[#993366 Tch-]” She clammed up and glanced away. “[#993366 You did this to yourself. . . .you sneaky little bastard-]” she mumbled that last part bitterly. She could feel his grip of her ankle weaken slowly. She knew he’d be dead in a few more minutes so she glance back down at him. A dying guy trying to hack up his last words despite the amount of blood that oozed out of him.

“[#993366 Don’t give me that” she spoke while placing her hat back on top of her head.

“[#993366 Fine. . .I know, I know]]” She slammed her free foot down hard on his chest and took hold of her blade. “[#993366 I’ll aim to make it quick but I can’t guarantee the painless part]” she spoke before giving the blade a tug.

“[#993366 Damn it]” She hissed while yanking harder on the blade.

His hand grew tighter and tighter around her ankle until she was was forced jiggle it free that's when he released her while floundering about in a fit of agony.

“[#993366 Quite moving!]” She struggled to get a good grip on the handle of the machete and a decent footing. Despite this she finally managed to pry the blade free through sheer force. Sheer force so great that the guys blood came raining from the sky. Sent her stumbling backwards until she crashed into a stationary vehicle. Oh and uh made his body go as dead as a door knob before she could even get back up off her butt.

“[#993366 Sorry?]” she muttered with a sore ass. Taking a stand only after gathering her bearings.

BEEEP. . . BEEEEP. . . .BEEEP- the alarm system kicked off suddenly.

“[#993366 Are you kidding me?!]” She shouted at no one. while venting her frustrations out on the nearest wheel with her foot.

[center Today was gonna be a long one.]
  Blake Bleak / hextheblackcat / 83d 6h 36m 57s

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