I Walk With the Dead- R.I.P.

((*points to my post about four posts above this one*))

((sorry i fixed it))

Ryan, since he was inside, couldn't hear Jason. He really wouldn't care much either. His shelter could keep any curious zombies out, and repairs were easy to make. And he was just a college student, not an architect. And, anyway, if anything got inside without permission, it would be shot.

Jason was devising a shelter of his own. he prefered something in the trees. most zombies had difficulties climbing. he went down and up the tree, bringing wood and nails. he used a rock to hammer it in. the result was a very crude tree house. it was secure enough to keep out zombies, it had a trapdoor with a rope hanging down for access. there was an opening on all four sides, but he had something to cover it up. right now he was outside of it, in the branches covering it with branches and leaves to disguise it.

Ryan threw his backpack full of suplies on a couch in the corner of the room and began to check the house to see if any zombies had gotten in in his abscence.
((When I get home, I'm going to make a zombie guide for this RP))

((yeah probably for the best. i only know that zombies are 1) slow 2)stupid 3)not very coordinated 4)strong))
Jason soon had his little fortress disguised. he walked in and looked out the only open window to keep an eye out for everything. nights were terrifying in this new world. you never knew if a zombie was right on top of you. well, you didn't unless you had jason's night vision goggles.

((I fail at makeup...))
Name: Articia Casian
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Weapons: Teeth..and claws, maybe?

((Accepted, and yeah, there's a ton more to my version of zombies than that.))

((yeah i figured there would be. zombies were never my forte, i prefered demons, vampires, werewolves, more like those than zombies))

((Ditto. Zombies scare the s*** out of me.))

((yeah same here. i've always been more interested in the stuff i mentioned before and pretty much every other mythical creature. i just never was big on zombies)))

((I'm not sure how I should come into this one. If i just pop up out of nowhere, I'll more than likely get shot...))

((Yeah, that's why I was kind of suprised you made a zombie character. You still can make a human character with a pointy stick as a weapon. Or you could wait for me to introduce the psychic stuff. I might even bring in vampires after a while....))

((First, I'm sick and tired of vampires. I hate how commercialized they've become. and if I wait for the psychic stuff, I'll probably forget and never post in here again. So I guess I'll make this work somehow.))

((Okay. And I'm using vampires as the start of the zombie virus... kind of. So it wouldn't be like vampires are a seperate rase, but those afflicted by a combo of porphyria, hemophilia, congenital analgia, and extreme awesomebuffitis.))

((This is the only part of that I understood: Porphyria is a song by AFI, and their guitar player has extreme awesomebuffitis...))

((Porphyria is sensitivity to the sun, hemophilia is a blood disorder that they used to fix by drinking blood, congenital analgia is the inability to feel pain, and extreme awesomebuffitis is enhanced physical strength.))

((ah, i guessed most of those right.))

((By most you mean one, don't you? And are sticking with nice zombie or going to human?))

((no! i knew porphyria and congenital analgia, thank you very much. and just for that, i'm sticking with the zombie.))

Estelle sat perched in the branches of a tree, looking down at the graveyard below her with an expression of the lightest hint of irritation.
When is Articia going to wake up... I need her help...
((How's that for somewhere to come in?))

Articia poked her head out from behind a tree, looking to see if there were any of those crazy humans around. Suddenly, she heard some leaves rustling above her and looked up to see her friend Estelle. "Oh hey, Estelle." She said, stepping out from under the tree.

((Lol. Okay. I only knew CA cause a game I might get has the main character afflicted with it.))

"Hey." She grunted as she jumped down, landing in front of the zombie, "So, let's say I have three rotting corpses who still keep waling in my house and they have eaten all my ramen. How do I get them out?"

Articia frowned. "They ate the ramen before they ate you? That doesn't sound very zombie-like," she said, shaking her head.