My life be like -Serious RP inside-

[Paintcheck]

((EDIT: Why can I sticky stuff in this forum?

RP time. This is a journal sort of thing but other members who want to interact with me without wasting AP points in game please post here. This is serious RP, so nothing stupid please.))

Rising to my feet a stupor, I lean against a sign that says "Harkness Street". I wait for the haze to stop. Catching my breath I observe my immediate surroundings. There's a pile of bodies on the ground and a mass of shambling dead swaying gently and occasionally groaning softly. I quietly creep away back into the darkness, entering the nearby Style building and attempt to grab what I can. The building is completely empty and resembles the site of a bomb blast. I don't even bother trying to find anything useful there. No bodies or survivors, just eerie silence. Heading up to the roof, I glance around and head toward Bale Mall, hoping that that will still have supplies left. I enter the mall, and it's another ghost town. No zombies, no survivors. Did I miss something here? Like the apocalypse?. It's also a mess. I make a half-hearted attempt at finding something and then leave finding nothing. I wonder where everyone else is?

I leave the mall and cautiously make my way south. Occasionally I try my hand radio or cell phone, but the dead have long ago disabled the phone tower and all I hear on the radio is static. I try again, "This is Paintcheck, is anyone out there? Can anyone here this? Mark you there?" but am greeted with silence. Frustrated I consider hurling the radio away but instead jam it angrily into my flack jacket. I arrive at the one place that has never let me down: Faber Lane Fire Station. A quick look around yields no signs of life, just blood stains, empty spray cans, bullet casings and litter. The doors are wide open. I start to tire from this long trek, the zombie seemed to have infected me when I died. I shamble into the station with my .45 held weakly in my right hand. My left won't move. I slowly clear the station, becoming weaker by the minute. I call out a few times: "Mark? Manny? Vileduct? SOMEONE ANSWER ME GODDAMMIT!". I head back to the main room and close the doors. I look for something to barricade it with but the station is in shambles, just like everything else. I don't even try to fix the damage, what's the point? I'm alone. Abandoned, how fitting. Dark swirls before my eyes and I patch myself up as best as I can. Before passing out I scrawl "Abandoned but still Alive -Paintcheck was here" on the wall. I've never felt so alone...

[sniper3000]

(OOC: Its Not So Fun Then Other Wise You Would Of Been In A Motel)

[Paintcheck]

((Watch the godmoding Sniper, you can't be telling me what I do or not. I do appreciate the interest/enthusiasm, just please edit your post
so you aren't controlling my dude or that post will be ignored.))

[Rohndogg1]

(OOC:As far as I know, anybody can sticky anywhere if they are a trusted member, but I might be wrong.)

[Paintcheck]

Pain. Guess I survived the night. Shame, was almost looking forward to being done with all this. Still can't move my left arm. Leaning heavily against the wall I slowly raise my battered body up. I peak out of the door and see a small group of 5 zombies shamble by. I check the radio again, trying a few other frequencies but all I hear is static. Well there are worse ways to die then bleeding out in an abandoned fire house................maybe. I toss the radio away into a corner of the room, the effort from the short walk from the main room to the door has already drained me. I need medical help. I head back to the wall and slump back down under my graffiti. Where is everyone? Slightly amused by the irony of being abandoned by my group, I chomp down a plug of beef jerky that I pull from one of my pouches. Good thing I stocked up before the mall fell. My last conscious thoughts of the day are the words of a song:

My life be like ooooo-ahhhh oooooooooooo
ooooooooo-ahhhhh yeah
It's times like these that make me say
Lord, if you see me, please come my way
Leave me breadcrumbs for when I stray
A lot of sacrifice is the price you pay

I drift back to sleep.

[Private Mark]

(OOC: Stickying is automatic for all trusteds. By the way, by the rules of roleplaying, the topic starter is in control of what players can do or cannot do. Also, I would assume that the only characters we can use in our own roleplays that are not ourselves are those that have gone inactive, such as Tom Cullen.)

[Paintcheck]

((I don't really care who you use but I would prefer it be people I know of so I'm not just like "who the hell are you people?", or if you DO use a character I'm not familiar with, please write up something of a short back story or something so I can interact better))

[Rohndogg1]

During my patrol I enter Faber Lane Fire Station, I see Paintchecking  laying on the ground. Upon examining him, I see that he has been bitten and is probably infected. I pull my first aid kit out of my bag and get to work. I'm unable to do much about his wounds, but I was at least able to remove the infection that was plaguing him. Unable to do more, I tell him what I've done, then I leave Faber. I go off to my safehouse and await the next morning.

[Paintcheck]

Hazy, someone coming. A voice, doesn't sound familiar, but at least it's human. I try to make out the face through the haze but can't seem to clear my vision. The figure continues his work on me and jabs me with some sort of needle. He withdraws the syringe says a few words, and then leaves. I fall back unconscious...

..Only to wake up in the morning. Still not dead that's 2 for 2. I no longer feel weak, must have been infected. Whoever that was I owe them one when this is over. If I ever find him or anyone else that is. I slowly rise to my feet, still hurting but at least not in danger of dying from an infection any time soon. The firehouse is still a mess so I don't even bother trying to find anything in the rubble. I just sit and rest, hoping half heartedly that whoever helped me would come back. Night fell and I stopped hoping. Well it's been 3 days and no one showed up, you're on your own My master plan didn't go anywhere as I am still alone, in an empty suburb, still injured, and still out of supplies. And all the buildings around me are still ruined, my radio still doesn't work, and the cell phone tower still isn't up yet. Guess I didn't miss much. I take one last look at my graffiti and walk out the door, heading north past the Sambone monument, not really knowing where I was going or what'd I do when I got there. Maybe Style has been rebuilt by now, or the mall. It was possible. Zombies and humans battled over those locations about 5 times a week so maybe I can find some survivor group to stick with until I find out where my mates are at.

There's a hoard of zombies and bodies around Sambone, looks like a makeshift revive point. Except no one was getting revived. I scan the zombies carefully looking for Mark's red cross or Manny's top hat, or any other distinguishing pieces of clothing from the Abandoned. I move up and down the rows, looking for humans or zombies that I know....

((This would be a good time for anyone who wants to jump in to be at Sambone))

[Rohndogg1]

At dawn I awoke and headed off toward Sambone Monument, we had been using it as revive point for a while now, and I had a few syringes that I could use. I walk up to the group and begin the slow meticulous work of reviving zombies. While I'm there I revive Dana Black and Forever Seth, who is a member of Alpha Cell. After I finish I see Paitcheck walking around at the other end of the monument. I yell to him and tell him that I've staying at a warehouse one block south of Thresh Grove School, it's field hospital I set up, and I could finish healing him if he goes there. I then leave, reviving zombies takes a lot out of you I needed to rest.

[Paintcheck]

Whew, things are finally looking better I thought as I slumped against a wall in Bale, gazing out over the well-lit and well-populated main expanse. Throughout the mass of people I see some Abandoned members healing those that need it, removing trouble makers, and organizing the defense. I head to the gunstore, amazed that, after all this time, there's still crates of ammo to be found. Too bad Britain has such tight firearms laws. Would be nice to have a decent rifle. I eject the half-spent mag from my .45 and grab 4 more from the crate. I use any spare bullets I have to fill out the mags. Just for fun I take one more look around and try to find something other than these damned side-by-sides. What I wouldn't give for a pump action. Or an AK. Or a grenade launcher. Or a minigun. Or a main battle tank with a full crew and HEAT rounds. Or a....never mind. Finding none of the above I grab a soda from the food court and stock up on beef jerkey. I head back to my spot and sleep, grateful for the rest without needing to worry about zombies, at least for tonight. Before falling asleep I wonder if my graffiti is still in Faber.

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my-shut up Gritts. Things couldn't be better

[tom cullen100]

( i was mentioned )