mrsmim

(Im confused )

I noticed it wasn't a gun, it was just a streetlight. I was sweating like crazy.

I noticed a gun pointed at me, "Whoa there! We're human!" Dom exclaimed

"Greetings" Dom said, shaking Darius's hand

"No problem" he saw someone walking down the street. He pulled out his TMP. "You over there! Are you human?"(Darius )

Dom saw an infected, he pulled out his knife and stabbed the infected in the back of the head. He helped the person up who'd been hit down by the infected. "Hello"

(Dominic)I heard the gunshot before I saw the position of the shooter who was shooting it, somebody was either killing themselves, or taking out that entire circle of zombies with a handgun

Name:Dominic Age:26 Job:Ex-Umbrella Researcher Weight:233 lb Height:6"6 Male/Female:Male Appearance:Flak Jacket, All black clothing(long sleeve shirt and pants),Short hair

As I followed her, knowing she'd need help, A horde of Zombies circled me... I knew I was screwed, so I pointed my handgun at my head, "ONE LESS ZOMBIE!" I screamed. I then pulled the trigger.

"Yes Mrs.Immature" He murmured

"Fine, Rebbecca" laying stress on Rebbecca.

"Agreed"

"Tch, I don't care about ranks, I think, whoopdee-friggin-doo, your an officer, so your worth more than the life of another? no, congratulations, maybe you can get a zombie to salute you.

"You feeling good enough to go?" He asked, knowing the answer.

"I'm looking for stuff to help me get the hell out of this city" I said, keeping my eyes on her, most people around here were thieves, scared out of their mind thanks to the infection.

"Probably going to find a way to get this disease to end, y'know" replied Leon

Successfully, I managed to get three first aid packs, I noticed a struggle in the street, and two shots, I ran over to the survivor, who seemed to have no problem killing the zombie. "Hello, I thought everybody was supposed to be indoors behind a barrier, why are you out here?"

"You've been out for a long time, I'm guessing I know who Mimiko is now" Leon said, rolling his eyes

I had taken enough ammo for my .30 cal, so I cautiously stepped out of the gun store, which had only had a handgun and some ammo in it(people ransack a lot nowadays), and darted to the pharmacy to get some first aid kits.

Name:Smim Age:21 Job:Clerk Weight:198lb Height:5"11 Male/Female:Male

This is a survival, horror RP. You cannot be any of the games original characters(with the exception of Rebbecca,Barry, and Jill) This is to add on to the imagination of the RP(or something ) Anyways, here is the character sheet. "Make your character and survive... It's all we ever do around these parts anymore... (Delete stuff off your sheet in parentheses, their there for you to know how to make your character) Name: Age: Job(Before Outbreak, becomes important later): Weight: Height: Male/Female: Appearance(post picture of your hand-drawn character((WEARING CLOTHING)), making him/her look however you want) Story starts at 3:30 AM, Monday,January First,1998

"Nana?! Nana!!! What happened!? Are you okay?!" *Tries to get her to wake up*

"Sucks for her"

"Specifically?" Leon asked quizzically

"It's your funeral, unless this works that is, I approve of you going through with this, now lets check out this paper she died to make"