When the Dead Rise RP ( IC, OPEN )

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

"Why thank you my good sir. And a pertnership, huh? Sounds great to me!" Dan didnt hesitate a moment when the man offered to be an friend. It was the zombie apocolypse. The more people you had a truce with, the better.

"Glad to see that you will work with me. Now, the first thing we will need to do is to find shelter. Preferably in an isolated spot away from civilization. That way we will be away from bandits and any potential undead. If we cannot find shelter, we will have to start gathering materials and build one ourselves. And it would also be nice if you learned German, to have a language to speak in private with if we are around other people." Wilhelm said, motioning the American toward his car.

[Land of the Risen]

"German, huh? Well I know nien is no, shiza is shit, or so I think so, and I believe khof or something like that is head. But Im all for learning German." Dan followed Whilhiem to the amazing car, and thought of where to go. "Should we make our base more inland, or towards the shore?"

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

"German, huh? Well I know nien is no, shiza is shit, or so I think so, and I believe khof or something like that is head. But Im all for learning German." Dan followed Whilhiem to the amazing car, and thought of where to go. "Should we make our base more inland, or towards the shore?"

"The shore. It would offer better access to supplies. I have a book on the German language with me, I will let you have it if you bother to read it." Wilhelm said, getting in the car and turning the key. "If we cannot find any already built shelter, we will need to get an ax, chop some wood, and build on ourselves. With my German ingenuity, and your extra help, it should be easy." He said, waiting for his American friend to enter.

[Land of the Risen]

Dan entered the vehicle, careful not to cause any damage with his scythe. "There should be good shelter along thhe shores, but I see no harm in fortifying what we choose. There's tons of wood here." Dan motioned to the trees around them. "And so far the zombies havent learned to swim, so we have an advantage the closer to shore we get."

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

Dan entered the vehicle, careful not to cause any damage with his scythe. "There should be good shelter along thhe shores, but I see no harm in fortifying what we choose. There's tons of wood here." Dan motioned to the trees around them. "And so far the zombies havent learned to swim, so we have an advantage the closer to shore we get."

"Hopefully unoccupied. Considering that I have a car, luckily I managed to get it on the ferry boat, we will be able to conduct more scavenging missions to find any materials we will need. It should be safer and better for us to reside on the coast." Wilhelm said, starting to drive the car back down the path toward the small and abandoned pier.

[Communists for the people]

Jack and Arthur followed Will through the hallways of his house, until they reached a large wooden door which was fairly new, although it had a few scratches on it. Will reached deep into the the pockets of his fatigues and pulled out a key and unlocked the door. The room was long and ran from the doorway from the doorway they were standing in and reached all the to the other end of the house. A barred window was at the other end of the ''Armory" it was barricaded and a few shafts of evening light shined in through the cracks in the boards. The Armory itself ran the length of the room and had gun racks and shelfs running along the entire wall. Arthur had to admit, wandering around and glancing at the sea of weaponry that immersed him, that Will had some fine weapons in his collention. Mostly there was your normal run of the mill: shotguns, hunting rifles, crossbows, and pistols. But there were a few stars worth stopping to look at, Will had an M-60 locked in a thick glass gun case, another was the pair of Nickel plated Colt 1911s, and several others, there was even a Tribal spear.

After several minutes of walking around the endless rows of weapons it was Jack who broke the silence by saying, "Where, Will did you get all these weapons?"

Will chuckled, "Son, after the Vietnam war I came home and was kinda into hunting, but than I started collecting weapons, like them Nickel .45s over there," Will said pointing to the case that held the Nickel Plated Colt 1911s, "Than when the infection started there was a hunting superstore a few blocks from our house so me and Betty used to make trips over there once in a while and grab all the guns and ammo we could find,"

"Well," said Jack, "You certainly have quite the collection,"

Will grinned, "Why tank you young man, now I want to show you..."

Will was cut off by Will's wife voice as she entered the room, "Diners on the table come eat now, or stay here drooling over guns and starve, and see if I care."

Than Will's wife left the room, Will laughed and said, "Well boys, we best go eat, don't want to make Betty mad."

Jack and Arthur nodded and left the room with Will following them out of the armory and than closing and locking the door behind him, Will than led them back through the house and into the kitchen where they found Betty sitting at the table reading a book and eating a bowl of soup.

The dinner was pretty good, it was the first hot meal Arthur had had in weeks after dinner Will said to Arthur as they sat in the living room drinking Coffee (Tea in Betty's case), "Hey, did you hear, on the radio the other day there are two planes that are landing in L.A tomorrow to ship out survivors?"

Arthur set his cup down, "No, I didn't, please tell me more,"

Will replied, "Well, I was listening to the radio two days ago listening to the survivor broadcasts, when they said that there would be a couple jets landing at the airport on Friday and taking any survivors that met them there to Hawaii, they said that any survivors that were to meet them there must not have been attacked by the infected and must be in good physical health,"

Arthur took another sip of coffee before replying, "Well I think me and Jack can make it out there, what do you think Jack?"

Jack said, "Lets do it, I've always wanted to go to Hawaii?"

Will grinned and said, "I knew you guys wouldn't refuse, there are two rooms upstairs that you boys may spend the night in, me and Betty are heading off to bed now."

With those words he and Betty went off to bed, Jack stood up, yawned and said to Arthur, "I'm going to turn in for the night, seeya."

Arthur nodded and said, "I think I will also."

Arthur walked up the stairs and climbed into the bed as soon as the covers were pulled up over his chin Arthur fell asleep almost instantly, it had been so long since Arthur had slept in a nice warm bed and he was glad he was able to one more time.

Sometime in the middle of the night Arthur was shaken awake by Will.

OOC: BUM! BUM! BUM!

[Rynagria]

"Hey Kid! Over here! We need some help!" Shouted an older individual at John, getting his attention as he was trying to open a car.

"What do you need?............ Old man." John replied with a slightly impish smile, curious why he was a seventeen year old was being asked to help a clearly well into mid 30's man.

"I need you to give me your supplies kid. If you don't give them to me now, I'll beat the shot of you with this bat." He replied clearly nervous of what'll John's answer be to his threat.

"Well Mister I can only answer your question with this........ Fuck you and burn in hell!" Shouted John as he ran towards him, shovel held like a baseball bat, then once within reach, swinging as hard as he can. CRUNCH!!!! Went the arm as the shovel hit it with a tremendous force, the man falling to side curled up into a ball. "That's right motherfucker! Don't fucking mess with me! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to opening that car." Shouted John as he walked back to SUV he was trying to steal earlier.

10 minutes later..........
Click!

The SUV's door finally opened, John getting in as fast he could, setting down his shovel in the back and placing his backpack on passenger front seat. Then he quickly took out his driving permit and looked at it for several seconds before tossing it to the back, starting the engine afterwards. Next he adjusted the seat and mirrors to allow him to better assess the situation, checking the rear view mirror once in a while for zombies.

"Guess those flesh-eating bastards are still too busy trying to find the location of those gunshots.... Not that I'm complaining. Thought John as he checked the gas, showing it to be completely full. "Perfect, now to Boston." He silently exclaimed with a smile, driving off as soon as he slammed the door.

About 26 hours later, outskirts of Boston........
"Ugh, so tired...... Need sleep." Groggily said John as he continued to drive, having only stopped for Gas once. John being sleep deprived, began to fall asleep, his eyes slowly closing. Suddenly the car jerked as John hit a Ford F350 (Shaq's) driving the down the road, causing him to drive off to the guard rail. Pissed and sleepy, John got out, a Smith & Wesson 19 revolver he found in the glove compartment, in his hand.

"What the hell man?!" Angrily shouted the teen.

[Confederated Southern States]

Shaq's truck took a big hit, causing him to turn sideways and stop. Some punk drew a gun to his window, so Shaq quickly picked up his AR-15 and pointed it back.

"Hey kid, do you know who I- wait a second, you're not a muncher!"

[Rynagria]

Shaq's truck took a big hit, causing him to turn sideways and stop. Some punk drew a gun to his window, so Shaq quickly picked up his AR-15 and pointed it back.

"Hey kid, do you know who I- wait a second, you're not a muncher!"

"Shaquille O'neal?" Asked John as he looked at driver from the truck he had crashed into. "Holy crap! It is Shaq! Oh Mr. O'neal I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you!" Quickly apologized John as soon as he saw it was Shaq, then tucking away his revolver at the back of his pants.

[Confederated Southern States]

Shaq's truck took a big hit, causing him to turn sideways and stop. Some punk drew a gun to his window, so Shaq quickly picked up his AR-15 and pointed it back.

"Hey kid, do you know who I- wait a second, you're not a muncher!"

"Shaquille O'neal?" Asked John as he looked at driver from the truck he had crashed into. "Holy crap! It is Shaq! Oh Mr. O'neal I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you!" Quickly apologized John as soon as he saw it was Shaq, then tucking away his revolver at the back of his pants.

Shaq grinned; he always love the fame.

"Yeah, and don't forget it. Say, seen anyone around?"

[Rynagria]

"Shaquille O'neal?" Asked John as he looked at driver from the truck he had crashed into. "Holy crap! It is Shaq! Oh Mr. O'neal I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you!" Quickly apologized John as soon as he saw it was Shaq, then tucking away his revolver at the back of his pants.

Shaq grinned; he always love the fame.

"Yeah, and don't forget it. Say, seen anyone around?"

"Plenty while I was driving here, but all of them seem to head for the west coast. Since all of them where going towards west, I figure I should go east, because the zombies will follow the people heading for the west. You know like migration. But here in Mass? Just a few." Replied John, taking out his stuff from the car, then he turned to Shaq again. "Why?"

[The New Greek Republic]

Dwayne opened his eyes, and looked around the stadium, he seen people crying, hugging each other, some were a sickly gray. That's when a voice came over the Palace's speakers .

"All people within the stadium, please come outside and board the plane."

Dwayne breathed a sigh of relief, "finally, I'm getting out of here" He thought to himself. When he boarded the plane, he was directed to the middle section of plane, and to choose any seat he wanted. He chose a window seat in Row C.

He sat in his seat, and looked out the window, he seen a one of Detroit's many car factories, it was on fire, no surprise, so many people rushing out, something had to catch fire, right? Then he thought a moment, there explosive fuel in factories right? "Oh shii....." and he heard a large explosion. Then, there was screaming and then, without warning the plane took off.

He knew it was just a safety thing, but all those people? Just stranded there? Left to die alone? He couldn't believe this was happening. All he could do was lay back and wait for the plane to land.

Several hours later....


The plane landed, and he was was the last to get off. As soon as he laid a foot on the ground he fell to his knees and kissed the ground.

"Finally. I'm safe, I hope."

[Confederated Southern States]

Shaq grinned; he always love the fame.

"Yeah, and don't forget it. Say, seen anyone around?"

"Plenty while I was driving here, but all of them seem to head for the west coast. Since all of them where going towards west, I figure I should go east, because the zombies will follow the people heading for the west. You know like migration. But here in Mass? Just a few." Replied John, taking out his stuff from the car, then he turned to Shaq again. "Why?"

Shaq shrugged, and opened his car door.

"Because I'd rather not fight alone; team player, ya know? Maybe they'll get Kobe out there." He added with a chuckle.

"Hop in kid, if you want to live!" He added with an Arnold impression.

[Rynagria]

"Plenty while I was driving here, but all of them seem to head for the west coast. Since all of them where going towards west, I figure I should go east, because the zombies will follow the people heading for the west. You know like migration. But here in Mass? Just a few." Replied John, taking out his stuff from the car, then he turned to Shaq again. "Why?"

Shaq shrugged, and opened his car door.

"Because I'd rather not fight alone; team player, ya know? Maybe they'll get Kobe out there." He added with a chuckle.

"Hop in kid, if you want to live!" He added with an Arnold impression.

John simply shrugged and went inside the car, putting his shovel in the back of the truck, then sitting on the front passenger seat. Placing his backpack at his feet, then taking out his gun, putting the safety on, and then placing it on his lap. "Where to mister?

OOC: Going to Canada and crossing the border, so I won't be able to post much until I get to my hotel see you guys later!

[Confederated Southern States]

Shaq shrugged, and opened his car door.

"Because I'd rather not fight alone; team player, ya know? Maybe they'll get Kobe out there." He added with a chuckle.

"Hop in kid, if you want to live!" He added with an Arnold impression.

John simply shrugged and went inside the car, putting his shovel in the back of the truck, then sitting on the front passenger seat. Placing his backpack at his feet, then taking out his gun, putting the safety on, and then placing it on his lap. "Where to mister?

OOC: Going to Canada and crossing the border, so I won't be able to post much until I get to my hotel see you guys later!

Shaq grinned and turned on his truck's headlights.

"Shaqmobile, activate! We're going... somewhere. I dunno, let's just drive."

And with that, Shaq drove.

[Land of the Risen]

Dan entered the vehicle, careful not to cause any damage with his scythe. "There should be good shelter along thhe shores, but I see no harm in fortifying what we choose. There's tons of wood here." Dan motioned to the trees around them. "And so far the zombies havent learned to swim, so we have an advantage the closer to shore we get."

"Hopefully unoccupied. Considering that I have a car, luckily I managed to get it on the ferry boat, we will be able to conduct more scavenging missions to find any materials we will need. It should be safer and better for us to reside on the coast." Wilhelm said, starting to drive the car back down the path toward the small and abandoned pier.

Daniel watched out the window. "Man, this hell looks like paradise to me." He joked as they approached the pier. He was already enjoying this partnership. The man even offered to help teach Dan German, which would be their secret language and it also gave Dan something to keep him occupied. "There's a good one!" Dan pointed to a double story house on the pier. "Good size, and dosen't appear to be occupied. Though... Is that blood on the door?" Dan's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of the bloody handprint that was clearly dragged down the door. There was no body though...

[Rynagria]

John simply shrugged and went inside the car, putting his shovel in the back of the truck, then sitting on the front passenger seat. Placing his backpack at his feet, then taking out his gun, putting the safety on, and then placing it on his lap. "Where to mister?

OOC: Going to Canada and crossing the border, so I won't be able to post much until I get to my hotel see you guys later!

Shaq grinned and turned on his truck's headlights.

"Shaqmobile, activate! We're going... somewhere. I dunno, let's just drive."

And with that, Shaq drove.

"Can I suggest somehow going to the sea? Or maybe an Island? I think that would be our best bet at not finding any any zombies there." Suggested John, putting his glasses on so be can see clears down the road.

[Confederated Southern States]

Shaq grinned and turned on his truck's headlights.

"Shaqmobile, activate! We're going... somewhere. I dunno, let's just drive."

And with that, Shaq drove.

"Can I suggest somehow going to the sea? Or maybe an Island? I think that would be our best bet at not finding any any zombies there." Suggested John, putting his glasses on so be can see clears down the road.

Shaq scoffed.

"The sea? An island? How're we supposed to get there?"

[Rynagria]

"Can I suggest somehow going to the sea? Or maybe an Island? I think that would be our best bet at not finding any any zombies there." Suggested John, putting his glasses on so be can see clears down the road.

Shaq scoffed.

"The sea? An island? How're we supposed to get there?"

"A boat? There's bound to be some along the coast, or maybe an aircraft?" Replied John, looking at the road to make sure it was still clear.

[Confederated Southern States]

Shaq scoffed.

"The sea? An island? How're we supposed to get there?"

"A boat? There's bound to be some along the coast, or maybe an aircraft?" Replied John, looking at the road to make sure it was still clear.

Shaq rolled his eyes.

"Ok kid, we're in Boston. What magical paradise are we going to get from Boston? Wait a second... Newfoundland!"

[Rynagria]

"A boat? There's bound to be some along the coast, or maybe an aircraft?" Replied John, looking at the road to make sure it was still clear.

Shaq rolled his eyes.

"Ok kid, we're in Boston. What magical paradise are we going to get from Boston? Wait a second... Newfoundland!"

"Where's that?" Asked John, now shifting his focus on Shaq instead, curious of the answer.

[Confederated Southern States]

Shaq rolled his eyes.

"Ok kid, we're in Boston. What magical paradise are we going to get from Boston? Wait a second... Newfoundland!"

"Where's that?" Asked John, now shifting his focus on Shaq instead, curious of the answer.

"It's an Island off the coast of Canada." Shaq said, handing a map to John.

"Look for it, should be north of Maine."

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

"Hopefully unoccupied. Considering that I have a car, luckily I managed to get it on the ferry boat, we will be able to conduct more scavenging missions to find any materials we will need. It should be safer and better for us to reside on the coast." Wilhelm said, starting to drive the car back down the path toward the small and abandoned pier.

Daniel watched out the window. "Man, this hell looks like paradise to me." He joked as they approached the pier. He was already enjoying this partnership. The man even offered to help teach Dan German, which would be their secret language and it also gave Dan something to keep him occupied. "There's a good one!" Dan pointed to a double story house on the pier. "Good size, and dosen't appear to be occupied. Though... Is that blood on the door?" Dan's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of the bloody handprint that was clearly dragged down the door. There was no body though...

"And there is space to hang my German flags outside! Lets get our guns ready and go inside. We will kill whatever is in there and start moving in our things." Wilhelm said, parking the antique car outside the house, getting his revolver out, and walking toward the door, nodding to the American to follow him. "In here. There should be very few of the undead, if any. A few bullets will be a good price for such a shelter." He said.

[Rynagria]

"Where's that?" Asked John, now shifting his focus on Shaq instead, curious of the answer.

"It's an Island off the coast of Canada." Shaq said, handing a map to John.

"Look for it, should be north of Maine."

John nodded and opened up the map, tracing his finger along the east coast until finally he found it. "Okay here it is, but there's still one problem. How are we going to get there?....... Oh wait and the name's John, I forgot to introduce myself earlier." Said John.

[Confederated Southern States]

"It's an Island off the coast of Canada." Shaq said, handing a map to John.

"Look for it, should be north of Maine."

John nodded and opened up the map, tracing his finger along the east coast until finally he found it. "Okay here it is, but there's still one problem. How are we going to get there?....... Oh wait and the name's John, I forgot to introduce myself earlier." Said John.

Shaq nodded.

"I'm Shaquille O'Neal, four time NBA champion and multi-millionare. I'm sure you know of me though." He chuckled.

"I dunno, the black guy never does the thinking."