A cool late summer breeze blew about the vacant road, sending the discarded fliers and newspapers dancing about as if they hadn't a care in the world. Their slight engagement was interrupted though as a pair of heavy boats kicked them thoughtlessly to the side. A few steps more and the boots stopped. A pair of weathered watchful eyes looked over the crowed roads, though found nothing but a few empty cars. It was quiet...too quiet. Hastily now the boot took off down the paved path stopping only when their owner came to a road sign. El Paso...nearly two months of this hell and he was just reaching El Paso. How much longer could he go on? Only time would tell. Tiredly the man continued on down the road, hood pulled up as the rain began to fall. If he had it figured right then he would be home in almost two weeks if nothing else happened. With luck the world would have mercy and nothing would stand in his way. As the moans of the undead grew closer though that dream seem dashed. In the end of the world, when you have nothing else to give all you can do is have mercy for the dead, even if they still roam the world.

This is a zombie apocalypse role play. There will be forensic and cussing, you have been warned.

Form-
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Equipment:
Weapon of Choice:
Relationship:
Relatives: (includes children)
Backstory:
Appearance:

Save me a spot! I'll use my chara from the former zombie rp you had.

Name: Blue
Gender: female
Age: 23
Personality: kind, talkative, cheerful and energetic, despite the terrible circumstances.
Strengths: She is fast, smart, and can make the best of any situation
Weaknesses: she isnt very strong and is easily distracted
Equipment:
A large military backpack
A water purifier
3 boxes of Girl Scout cookies (because why not?)
An extra set of clothes
A picture of her little brother
Dog treats (just Incase they run across an adorable stray dog.)
A dagger with her initials engraved on the handle
A ziplock baggy with a dead poisonous snake (she thought it was cool and decided to keep it)
4 cans of soup
3 MREs
A blanket
A water bottle
A rock (she is really attached to it for some odd reason)
Weapon of Choice: a rifle
Relationship: none
Relatives: a little brother (thought to be dead)
Backstory: her parents were dead long before the zombie apocalypse. She cared for her little brother. They got seperated and she is fairly certain he is dead.
Appearance:

Done!

Name: Henry Nelson
Gender: male
Age: 53 years old
Personality: He hates getting help from anyone, and tends to be a bit cranky and irritable at times. He can be gruff and harsh at times though willing to lay down his life for family.
Strengths: He's strong and hardy due to his years in the bayou. Henry is a fighter, and well as determined to save what is left of his family.If you looked up the definition of survivor his name would be the definition. Also he can make a mean gumbo out of nearly anything.
Weaknesses: Again he hates asking for help, and his age tends to slow him down some. Henry has anger issues as well which can be set off by the littlest of things.
Equipment:
A backpack containing...
- a lighter
- mess kit
- several cases of ammo as well as clips
- a map
- one deck of cards
- dog tags (army)
- some strips of jerky from an un-named animal
Also has a bedroll on this pack. Has an axe and a rifle he carries as well as a few handguns of different verities
Weapon of Choice: his bare fists, or any heavy melee weapons
Relationship: none
Relatives: Brother~ Harris Nelson, Sister-in-law~ Marilyn Nelson, Niece~ Cleo Nelson, Nephew~ Josh Nelson (all save for Cleo are dead, and even she is missing)
Backstory: Ain't much to it, he grew up in the bayou runnin the family gator lines with his pa before takin over the family when his pa died. When ta kids grew up and left he looked after his ma while makin a livin with ta gators. When ta time came for her ta leave this world he was left alone. The first time he lives ta homestead in his life was ta go see his nephew graduate boot camp. Ten ta ****** hit ta fan... (said in a deep Louisianan accent)
Appearance:

Accepted, any opposed to starting now?

Nope I'm perfectly fine with it

No objections!

Name: Chun-Yan. (Goes by Chun
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality: Hostile, sarcastic, intelligent. She swears like a sailor
Strengths: Shes good at fixing things, and uses her brain over brawns
Weaknesses: Anger issues.
Equipment: Rope, various nuts and bolts she found, scrap metal, fabric, screwdriver
Weapon of Choice: Traps
Relationship: Open
Relatives: she had to kill them to not get infected
Backstory: she never opens up about it
Appearance: -except with really long hair. She never cuts it-