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I'll keep it pretty short and sweet. (:

A small group of humans are trapped inside of a mall with hundreds of zombies roaming around outside. Some have tried to break in, but have been shot in the head or destroyed. More join the crowd outside, and the humans grow more and more desperate. Will they survive? It's all up to you. ;]

Name:
Age:
Bio:
Appearance:
Weapons (if any):

PLEASE;
no chatspeek, we lyk to speek engrish here, kay?
Complete sentences would be nice.
Keep swearing at mininum, and only when it's necessary by the character. (:
No killing anyone else's character without permission.
The rest you guys should know. You aren't two years old, you should have enough common sense to know what's right and wrong. P:

Nice. Count me in. Now for the fun part. Making the character. Yippdee deepdy daffodil! Lol

Name: John Somerset
Age: 25
Bio: Before the outbreak, John was in the mall with his wife and two kids. He told them to wait in the food court while he went to go to the restroom. When he came back, he saw that all three of them were gone. After a lengthy search for them, the mall was flooded with zombies, leaving John thinking that his wife and kids were either dead or zombies. Not wanting to share their fate, John had started to search for a way out.
Appearance: John was tall and pretty thin, about 6' tall and about 99 pounds. His black hair reached down to his neck, his bangs covering his brown eyes. His apparel was made up of A pair of black jeans, black and red converse shoes, fingerless gloves, a black shirt and a black jacket.
Weapons (if any): Metal baseball bat and a handgun(might get new weapons as story progresses)

Good? Bad? Horrible? Greatest thing you ever read? Needing editing? Etcetera?

Name: Merissa Langley
Age: 36

Bio: After 10 years of working in the medical field as a Intensive Care Specialist, Merissa decided to take a break and go on vacation. She invited a few friends to go on a shopping trip with her. They decided to split up while inside the mall, not knowing that death was awaiting them in the mall's brightly lit shops. By pure luck alone, Merissa was able to to escape the zombies by batting at them with a heavy aluminum baseball bat she found at a nearby sports store.

Appearance. Merissa has silvery blonde hair that she keeps in a neat and tight ponytail. She has round hazel eyes topped by slender eyebrows. Her clothing consists of pale green short sleeved turtle-neck, dark blue jeans and low heel boots.

Weapons: An aluminum baseball bat at the moment.

I hope that is good enough owo

--well, we can start now. anyone want to do the honors? (:--

ooc: naw, it sounds fine. (:

Rosie glanced around the employee's basement anxiously. She gripped the shotgun in her sweaty palm, doing a once-over of the room. There weren't any entrances to the room, only the door leading to the stairwell and the large, closed metal garage door where trucks drive in to unload their items. Lastly, Rosie spotted a small microphone on the desk where the security camera televisions were. Maybe.. she thought to herself. Maybe she could announce her whereabouts over the announcements? But would that be too risky? Rosie slowly began creeping towards the microphone, when she heard a groan behind her. With a gasp, Rosie whipped around and found herself staring directly into a zombie's face.

Without a second thought, Rosie pressed the gun against the head of the zombie and pulled the trigger. She flinched as a loud bang erupted from the barrel. She waited in silence, to see if any more zombies would come to the basement. She sat outside the door, but heard nothing coming from the stairwell. She let out a sigh of relief. Rosie looked back at the dead zombie. (no pun intended!) It was in the uniform of a security guard. She glanced around nervously, looking for others.

There had to be some way to get out without having a horde of zombies follow her. At the moment, she didn't know how fast they could go and she did not want to find out the hard way. She looked around the store for anything that could be useful.

There.

A plain white phone was built into the counter, its cord running to the wall, up the ceiling and out of sight. She carefully got up and picked up the phone, relief flowing through her as she found it working. A small note was conveniently taped to the back of the phone, listing numbers and instructions.

Hurriedly, she dialed 9 and the number that would reach the other phones in the mall.

Please let someone pick up.