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Posted 10/26/12 , edited 10/26/12
In honor of the 3rd season of "The Walking Dead" I decided I'd kick off a campaign here. Open to suggestions if you want to cross paths with the main group from the series or just pick an entirely new location. I'm in AZ and quite honestly wouldn't mind throwing in a dash of more humor like "Zombieland" had. So funny characters are welcome!

Will come back to EDIT this once I get my character up.

PM Me or post on the group wall I guess if everyone wants to do a story crossover with Rick's survivors from the series.

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Things were going from bleak to grim. 14 days since the fall of Los Angeles and the rise of the Walker outbreak. On a lonely stretch of I-5 on north eastern fringes of former Los Angeles a lone Marine, survivor of the chaos during the fall of the city makes his way towards the last beacon of his hopes in a damned world. Las Vegas. He had family there... or so he still hoped. For without family in a world gone mad, what more does a person really have left to call sacred?

Staff Sergeant Kyle Kisaragi didn't like the sound the engine was making. The chugging lope coming from the hood sang the death throes of a bad radiator or possibly a misfiring cylinder on the block. Additionally the Humvee was lurching crazily, like a sputtering rocket every 6 seconds, plowing on the acceleration one moment then dropping the RPM's so low the engine nearly stalled out the next. Still, he couldn't stop. Not now. The vehicle had done well since the fall of LA but this past week, it had been gradually deteriorating. What's more it was early evening and he had an injured Marine with him. At the thought, Kyle reached for the dash mounted ICOM and cranked the power knob. The radio shrieked a quick scream of static then hung on an open line, the buzz of dead air feedback humming expectantly. Kyle switched stations, then again, then again. Finally he sighed and shut the radio off.

It was the same every time he turned the damn thing on. He never really even understood why he tried anymore. As the sun sank lower into the horizon, Kyle tipped the brim of his desert boonie cover lower over his eyes and scanned the road. As expected the road INTO LA was utterly barren and made for good travel. The other side of the barrier separating the two sides of the I-5 though looked like a car factory had vomited onto the asphalt. Cars stood silent bumper to bumper for miles and had been all the way out of the city. Glancing back over to the passenger side seat Kyle took quick stock of his pack, helmet and rifle piled onto the floor board and in the rear back seat, Corporal Kelly Jackson lay slumped over and mumbling to herself. The only other survivor of Firebase Alpha, Jackson had taken a stray round from a Marine trying to exit the M1 Abrams at her checkpoint when he was bitten by a Walker. Jackson herself wasn't bit. She was just wounded and slow on her feet. Kyle had tried to locate a field hospital in the region but none of the tactical maps displayed anything other than forward lines and rally points. In the end, he just had to patch Jackson up with a field tourniquet and extracted the bullet with a pair of needle nose pliers.The surgery hadn't been pretty and even with Morphine, Jackson passed out twice especially when they had to cauterize the entry and exit wounds.

Kyle shook himself from his reveille and returned his eyes to the road. The two of them still had a long way to go and with Jackson barely capable of shooting, he'd need to keep the vehicle for as long as he could push it. If only he had a car that WASN'T jammed up in the... Kyle slowed the humvee and looked left again. between the barriers of the I-5 among the other stranded husks of silent graves was a Chevy Tahoe with bull bars that had tried to get past the barricade before the back end was clipped by a dump truck. Kyle idled the injured Humvee nearer to the vehicle and noticed that with the winch on the front of the Humvee he should be able to pull the Tahoe free and it looked relatively undamaged. Thing is... did he have the time before the sun set?

OOC: feel free to jump in here. figured I'd give a slight lead in with my main.
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I love the walking dead so i'm in.. I wanna RP my favorite character Michonne <333
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I'm in. I'll use my previously created character because I an imagine her martial arts would come in handy here as well.
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I play the game version.. It was really fun.. Episode 5 will be released this November
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Hintkin wrote:

I play the game version.. It was really fun.. Episode 5 will be released this November


I have it for 360 but its kinda slow so I stopped. :P
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Hintkin wrote:

I play the game version.. It was really fun.. Episode 5 will be released this November


I have it for 360 but its kinda slow so I stopped. :P


I see..
You could play it on PC though.
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Posted 10/27/12 , edited 10/29/12
EDIT: Okay so I played it again and it seems I only have episode 1 and 2. I stopped right after I let someone commit suicide.

But tomorrow I'm going to pre-order The Walking Dead Collector’s Edition – Game & Graphic Novel Package Coming to Xbox 360 so I can have the game boxed because I'm all pumped here and the podcast We're Alive and World War Z.

I'm going to be a zombie soon at this rate. :P

EDIT 1: Yay! I'm excited to play now! Watch out you rotting corpses!

EDIT 2: I wish the game let me use inverted controls. I'd probably not get eaten as much.
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After the world had gone to hell, as it seemed, Lizzie had simply done the only strategy that she could think of. She was constantly scared, terrified that as she slept she may be bitten by a crawler or that her smell would bring the walkers her way. Since the outbreak had begun she had covered herself in blood from corpses she found.. everywhere. She hadn't bathed either thinking that if she moved slowly and was as much of an unappealing scent she may be left alone. Though that strategy did not give a very positive view for the future she seemed to be left alone for now. For now, but it was difficult to make any plans for the future when she was unsure of how long she would be able to hide. The world would never be the same.

Lizzie kept her ears acute and moved away when she heard the Walkers moving slowly around. It was good they moved slowly, because that meant they weren't in a hurry to find her. She had a few close calls some days, but had learned how to climb trees welll enough that she didn't think the walkers would get to her. Sometimes she saw the corpses that were eaten and now just looked like a mess. But she plugged her nose and put the blood on her clothes, keeping her eyes shut as to not see the unbelievable gore.

Then she heard a strange noise. A noise she had not heard in what seemed like forever. A car engine!? She almost screamed out but remained silent so as not to call attention to herself.. just in case. But she couldn't stop herself from standing up and moving quicker towards the noise. Then she stopped. If her hopes were true and those were people how would they know she wasn't a walker? She wasn't scared od dying at this point but other... unaffected people? That would be too amazing to imagine. But she took off the extra layers she was wearing so she had less gore on her and began jogging over towards the noise, hoping to God that she was not going to be torn apart into the displays she had seen previously.

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Posted 10/29/12
Kyle stopped the Humvee in a slight creak of brakes and keyed the engine off. The sudden stillness was eerie. Looking once back over his shoulder to Corporal Jackson, Kyle then reached for his rifle and cracked open the driver side door. Inching the gun barrel of his rifle out the crack, Kyle scanned once, quickly and gently toed the door open all the way. It swung creakily outwards, swiveling on it's damaged hinge the metal brace grating as the misaligned joint ground open. Kyle stepped down and took a knee, shouldering his weapon again and passing his holographic sight over the silent corpses of the abandoned cars on the other side of the I-15 concrete barricades. This section of the freeway the barricades were not a single unbroken wall of cement. instead it had interspersed multi-use walls setup with central lighting lamps dotting the gaps between.

Kyle didn't see or hear anything. Not the groans of Walkers nor the whimpers of survivors. There just wasn't... anything.

-"Calm before the storm... better make this fast."

Kyle stood and slung his rifle. Quickly he walked back over to Jackson's door and cracked it open. He took the Marine's pulse and quick temperature reading noting her pulse was still very strong and she didn't have a sign of fever which were both good, then made sure to lock and secure all the doors using the fragmentation security locks and close the top and rear hatch locks before moving to the front winch and unclasping the freight hook. No point in allowing the Walkers a free meal if he could help it. the Humvee was armored and could take a direct rocket hit so Jackson was pretty much as safe as she could be in a tank, if only the engine wasn't on a slow death...

With the cable in hand Kyle walked over to the front of the Tahoe and unslung his rifle. Keeping at least 10 feet from the vehicle he went prone weapon forward and checked the vehicle's undercarriage but couldn't see anything or anyone for that matter... laying underneath. Pushing himself back up, he r- slung his rifle and reached for the winch cable. Then he heard it...

Coming from among the rows of vehicles, it sounded like a pair of shoes scraping or maybe clapping against the hard concrete of the freeway. The sound reverberated in the quiet stillness of the air and it's arrival sank a steel knife of dread into Kyle's gut. Even in conventional warfare, in a combat zone, civilians and combatants could never be easily distinguished by the sounds of their footsteps but in this hell on earth, this was anything BUT conventional. There was no precedent nor any prior account of how to fight or identify a friend or foe in this situation short of visual confirmation and getting bit.

Kyle dropped the winch cable and immediately reshouldered his rifle his years of combat training kicking in. However, he couldn't quiet his hammering heart and he was sweating. This enemy had him completely unnerved and for the first time since his first deployment in Afghanistan he felt outside his element. Honing his primal instinct, Kyle let the chemical cocktail of his adrenaline infused mental clarity take over. He went prone and crawled under the Tahoe, the vehicle was lifted but there was still low enough clearance to leave a considerable coverage of shadow under the vehicle. Settling in under the driveshaft, Kyle then reached behind his right hip and drew an OKC3S standard issue bayonet and fit it to the front post of his rifle. If it was just one Walker, it was better to go for a quiet take down and the 8 in reinforced steel blade was more than capable of punching through a skull cavity with minimal effort when wieldied in one hand. Mounted as it was now, would turn the M4A1 carbine that was Kyle's weapon into a short spear capable of punching through car metal. With the angle of the vehicle as it was, Kyle crept forward a few inches and put the holographic sight of his weapon up to his eye and waited. The north approach of the I-15 would be to his right and his view was unobstructed to within 60 feet. Anything clearing the silent row of cars would step into his effective range before it got within spitting distance of the Humvee. Sweating and nerve racked Kyle silently waited for his quarry to become visible.
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Lizzie ears the car door open and for a moment she was excited to meet this man. But she caught herself and stopped. She racked her brain for a way for her to avoid getting a bullet in her on first sight. She thought of how the walkers looked and was pretty pissed that her face was filthy since she tried to keep the cage on her all the time. She wanted him to know she wasn't a walker so she thought of the ones she had seen. They always had their mouths ready to bite and made growling noises and she wasn't sure what to do. But if this man was military then when encountering anyone hostile even if they said they wouldn't attack she remembered that the enemy could not be holding anything and have their hands where they could be seen.

She knew the walkers could move quickly when they wanted to and thus decided to walk very slowly with her hands up to show her meaning was not hostile. But even then... Lizzie gulped and took a deep breath. Even if she wasn't a walker they could still shoot her so they wouldn't have another mouth to feed. In a moment she decided it was better to risk human contact instead of starve and/or be caught. She walked slowly with her hands up and spoke on repeat so they would know she still had her mind. The very last thing she had since the clothing had been ripped. She shook her head at her lack of... everything.

She moved forward slowly and it seemed to take too long for her to reach the road moving so slowly but she wouldn't dare speed up for fear of being shot. She know if this car had stopped and someone got out then they must have good defensive weapons. "I AM ELISABETH WALKER, I MEAN YOU NO HARM. I AM ELISABETH WALKER, I MEAN YOU NO HARM. I AM ELISABETH WALKER, I MEAN YOU NO HARM." As she walked closer and could see a man looking at her once he located her she restrained herself from running toward safety. She took slow breaths and continued shouting her name and non-aggressive stance hoping that this person understood English. "I AM ELISABETH WALKER, I MEAN YOU NO HARM. I AM ELISABETH WALKER, I MEAN YOU NO HARM. I AM ELISABETH WALKER, I MEAN YOU NO HARM."

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Posted 10/29/12
Kyle heard the voice before he matched it to the gore caked young woman heading his way.

-"Walkers can't talk... Walkers can't talk.."

Kyle's trigger finger tightened for a fraction of a hanging moment. The red reticle of the electronic holo sight centered over the young woman's nearly terror petrified face. She kept approaching and screaming a name, her name.

An intense moment passed and then before he knew it, Kyle's thumb flipped the fire control lever over to safe and his index finger came off the trigger. He rolled out from under the Tahoe and stood, hastily unclipping the bayonet from his rifle before slinging it again and resheathing the bayonet. He kept his right hand down within easy reach of his sidearm strapped to his leg but put both hands up in a placating gesture and gestured palms down, the universal sign to calm down.

-"It's okay, It's O-K, my name is Kyle. I'm with the US Marines out of San Diego. Liz, can I call you Liz? It's O-K, but I need you to calm down? Are you hurt? Are you bitten?"

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Lizzie was so glad that there wasn't a bullet in her head yet. She smiled a big smile and almost ran toward Kyle, but made herself simply walk a little quicker.

"I am not hurt thankfully. I've been hiding from the walkers, I have not been bitten thus far."

Lizzie was so glad she was safe now. Well, at least not alone as she worried that she might go insane simply hiding from walkers.

"I'm okay, I'm glad that we found one another as I have not seen another human is so long. It feels like a long time since I've heard someone else talk."

Lizzie smiled broadly and was very glad but still stayed at least 10 feet away before stopping as she though he probably needed to know that this was not simply a ruse.

"Have you met anyone else? Do you have a safe area somewhere?"L

Lizzie feared she may be asking too much of a stranger but felt that the US Marines may have a base. Maybe they were able to fortify a place from the walkers...

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Posted 10/30/12
Kyle moved towards the curious young woman with a gentle stride. He wanted to get her checked out and back onboard the humvee but her appearance rattled him. She seemed lucid, coherent and aware of her surroundings. Her actions dictated as much. He sensed a hint of a keen perception but why did she look like she went 10 rounds in a battle royale with these things? He didn't want to risk keeping her with Jackson in the event she got the munchies. So Kyle listened as she spoke and looked her in the eyes as he responded.

-"Liz, right now I can't promise anything other than I will answer all your questions as soon as we can get somewhere more secure. I've got a banged up vehicle and an injured fellow Marine in the back and we have to get both her and you to safety. The only way we can do that is by getting this Tahoe up and moving. Thing is, I'm going to need your help. Can I count on you? We haven't got much time and this will go a lot faster with two people."

As he spoke, Kyle held his hands out for Elizabeth Walker to place her hands in his. It was a silent agreement, a handshake of sorts that was at once both more trusting as well as more sincere.

-"The one thing that I can tell you Lizzie, is that this right here is all we've got. So if we're gonna make it to tomorrow and God willing the rest of the week, we'll need to learn to trust one another here and now. So what do you say? You with me?"

Kyle tried his best smile on. It nearly faltered but he kept it in place. He tried not to think that he was looking at a woman who he nearly shot for looking like a shambling corpse. He looked into her eyes. He saw fear there, anguish but also hope. He prayed his eyes held at the least a glimmer of something similar. He had to look out for her, it was his duty as a Marine but also his responsibility as a man. He had to keep it together just a bit longer. Just until they could find a place to bunker down and collect their thoughts. He prayed silently that wouldn't be much longer.
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Lizzie realized she was being far too hopeful and that the defense against the hordes of undead would have fallen prior to her; all safety had been lost that day. She thanked no one in particular that she had been out of town training at the moment everything went to hell. She forced a smile and decided that the least she could do was to react now and let all the pain settle when she was in a more secure location.

She was certain anyone who had lived so long would understand the need for camouflager. Lizzie looked at the Tahoe and knew it would have to be moved before any progress could be made.

"We can count on each other, let's move this thing." Lizzie shook Kyle's hand and looked at him and the ally in the vehicle, she hoped that this man and his ally was not bitten. That would just be her luck today.

She moved against the end and felt for a grip confidently, she knew she could do this, it'd be a bit heavier with the passenger but she was certain there was a damn good reason he could not come out.

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Posted 10/30/12 , edited 10/30/12
Kyle watched the clarity of focused resolve settle on Elisebeth Walker's features and couldn't help but smile as she walked over and struggled to free the Tahoe. In his mind, he silently considered that somethings you just couldn't kill in the strongest of people. [D]etermination, human spirit and the single minded defiance to [not] just roll over and die. It was a reminder of why he joined the Marine Corps. A clear as day reason to fight for the good that people could show if they just put their mind to it.

Kyle considered giving Liz a hand and moving the Tahoe manually. But eventually figured they were pressed for time as it was. He placed a hand on Lizzie's shoulder and spoke softly so as not to frighten her.

-"I might have a faster way, but I'll have to get underneath the vehicle for a second, so I need you to keep an eye out for others. If you see anything moving out there, survivors or walkers, just tap my leg with your foot three times. DON'T CALL OUT. okay?"

With that, Kyle walked back over to retrieve the the winch hook and slid under the front end of the Tahoe and wrapped the steel cable around the front axle before clipping the hook back onto the cable right where the tension would clear the slack. He slid back out and made his way over to the driver side of the vehicle, got in and keyed the engine. It chugged a couple times, probably an engine stall from the collision but it turned over on the third crank.

Kyle made a silent cheer of acknowledgement and shifted the car into neutral after checking the fuel level and killed the engine. He got out and walked back over to where Lizzie was standing keeping watch.

-"Good news, the Tahoe works and she's got a good amount of gas too..."

In the corner of his eye, Kyle saw a hundred separate reflections in the plexiglass windshield of the humvee. He turned slowly, his short lived jubilation dying in his throat as the cold realization of the reflections sank in...

Turning back, Kyle saw a small horde of Walkers, possibly 20 in total making their way down the sleeping hulks of the dead cars about 100 feet away.

-"Damn it."

Kyle turned to face Lizzie and looked her full in the eye.

-"Can you drive?"
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