Zombie Apocalypse (roleplay)

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    • I was suprised how relaxed it was since we went into this house. We we were pretty organized. Had food and drinks for months and an amazing house. Yet something wasn't right but I had a hard time figuring out what.

      "People will laugh at your dreams, then hate you when you made them come true."

    • OOC: I usually go to sleep around 23:00 GMT+2 and now it is 23:20 so you can role-play a bit on my character when I am sleeping/in school. Like, accompanying you around the mansion, like on guard for zombies outside or helping to fix something or making food.

    • OOC: For me it's the same, CaelCrow.. GMT +2, except that instead of 23:00, it's 00:00 ^^ And Anna, yes, I meant Julien too ^^ It's hard to keep track of our group members :( for me at least. Even though we're few...kind of.

      Well..we're headed to a car workshop; but not just a normal car workshop. An army car workshop. It's been abandoned for some time now, and parts that were originally used for tanks or other assault vehicles are there, I suppose. If not there, where else?

      *arrives at the town and starts driving to the other side of it, where that other workshop is*

      We could make this bus an armored vehicle..or we could build ours from scratch; there are already a lot of parts there so I assume it'd be easy when it comes to finding parts. Getting them together is a bit harder, but we may know how to do it..or, we could as well just snatch up an armored vehicle done already there, and just customize it to our liking. It's far more easier. Not only that, but our vehicle would be stronger & more powerful. The only disadvantage would be us having not enough space in it for all of us.. therefore, I decided we'd rather make the bus a warmachine instead of doing anything else, before we set out.

      *keeps driving*

      OOC: I'll be going to sleep. We'll be arriving tomorrow to the workshop ^^

    • I dont know how i survived, i really don't. I remember waking up and i was hidden in a storage bunker near the burned down house, my head had dry blood on it. Beside me was a bag with my name on it plus a few other bag's with different names. i grabbed them al land left the bunker. I only began to remember last night

    • *Wakes up on a seat, looks around, there is a large amount of seats and windows and this entire structure is tilted* Agh my head, now where the hell am I? *Looks behind me, sees large hole in structure, outside of structure there is many plane parts scattered across buildings and the road* I-...I was in a plane crash?
      Oh hi there, don't mind me, just stalking.

    • *arrives at the workshop on the other side, and drives the bus inside*

      Let's roll, Ian.

      *opens the bus doors and turns the bus's engine off*

      It's workshop time.

      *walks outside, closes the workshop gates & doors and inspects it for a bit for zombies, noticing there are none*

      Great. Let's see..what do we have here...

      *goes to the first shelf on a wall and takes some tank blindage, the tank blindage that has a small hole through which you can look through, filled with bulletproof glass*

      Time to put these on ALL the windows.

      *takes 16 plates off that big shelf, placing them with Ian one by one near each of the bus's windows*

      *looks for a welder, and finds one, finding two welding masks as well*

      *hands a welding mask to Ian, and puts the other on*

      Time to weld this.

      *goes to one of the lifters, drives to the blindage, lifting it up and driving it to the back windows, making sure they're placed well enough to be welded*

      *brings a ladder and places it near the window, climbing on it to be able to reach the blindage*

      *starts welding*

    • I couldn't wait till Alex and Ian got back!! An armoured car- epic. I was bored in the meantime.. I searched the whole house again for anything I missed and looked in two rooms on the floor of the game room. 'Wow...This house had everything'. I stepped into the first room to see a music studio, filled with recording stuff and every instrment you could imagine. 'Oh my gawd. Ha haa!! I'll never be bored again!' I strolled around the room, brushed my finger against the bass, electric and acoustic guitars. I used to be good at guitar, but the obviously my attention was drawn away from hobbies and more on survival. I headed into the cond room- and to my absolute amazement I saw one thing I had wanted my ENTIRE life. An art studio. It was complete with paint splattered against the walls, I touched it and realised- wow! The actually streched canvas across all the walls! It had three sorts of easels too. A portrait one, a painting one, and a sketch one. The shelved filled up the whole side wall of the square canvas room, and were complete with every shade that you could ever find between any two colours. It also included hundreds of painbrushes, all in their on sort of rack, and beside me, there was a stack of wooden paint palletes. This family had it ALL. There was also a sink in the corner and a stack of plastic cups. Water to clean brushes and for watercolour I guessed. I was in PARADISE. I pent the rest of the day painting portraits of the others.



      OOC: Sorry I took so long to reply. More people need to reply asap.