The Main Role Play Plot Area

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This is where the role play takes place, this is where you will be role playing at.

The Creator banged on the machine with his hammer trying in vain to get the machine to start working properly like he had been trying to do for the past 20 years. 20 years ago he launched one of the most biggest projects ever, it didn't work the way it was supposed to and created Zombies, everyone ran, but not everyone lived. He had just sent out his most trusted team to help hold back the Zombies, they where called the "Clan".

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Morgan Hue peeked around the corner of the garbage can. No zombies in sight. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe for now, but no doubt they would find her eventually. Morgan pushed her brown hair out of her eyes and dashed across the street to an abandoned house nearby. The danger of finding a zombie hiding in the house was high, but if there was also a possibility of finding food, Morgan would have to take it.

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Heather looked around the corner with her gun held close to her chest looking for Zombies. She walked out slowly from behind the corner her gun scanning the ghost town for enemies. The rest of the Clan followed out behind her, she glimpsed a human but payed no attention to her, but the rest of the Clan did.

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Morgan paused briefly. She had an odd feeling of being watched. She listened for the sound of footsteps, but heard none and passed it off as paranoia. Being constantly on the run from zombies could do that to a person. Morgan reached out for the door handle only to have it come apart in her hand. Old knob. She thought, tossing the rusted pieces away. Morgan pushed hard against the door, and after several minutes of effort the door finally budged. Morgan wasted no time in going straight to the kitchen to find food.

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After a few minutes of crouching low to the ground, she heard the unmistakable moaning of the Zombies she raised her gun and aimed at the direction of the sounds, when she located the sound's owner she aimed for the head a pulled the trigger. The head of the Zombie rolled off of the neck and onto the ground, Heather made sure to wait a few minutes before advancing. When she stood over the head she stepped on the skull with her boot, when she heard the crunch of the skull breaking she brought her foot up and whipped it on the concrete.

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The sound of a gunshot, faint but unmistakable, cause Morgan to jump up. No one wasted bullets in these tough times. That could only mean a zombie was outside. Morgan looked out from the door, trying to spot the source of the shot.

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Heather looked at the Clan, "Go scout out the perimeter, Jackson, Clark, stay here with me." She barked the orders, she only called her Clan members by their last name, and they where to call her by her code name. They nodded and set off to see to their duties.

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Morgan spotted several figures standing by the corner. One of them split from the group but the rest stayed behind. Morgan glanced around but saw no sign of any zombies. She looked back at the people near the corner before retreating back into the house. If another zombie came by, she'd probably be alerted by another gunshot.

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Heather sat down on the tail of her truck, "Keep a look out..."

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Cain poured the contents of the tin into her cup only to be met by a few drops of soup. She couldn't of gone through another tin already, could she? Her food supply was swiftly running out and it wouldn't be long before she'd have to move on again, an act that was always dangerous. She dropped her head and let out a long breath.
A light thump sounded from the other room and she froze. She pushed her ash-blonde hair from her eyes, her hands quickly finding the metal bat propped up on the wooden table next to her. Her hands gripped the handle tightly as she made her way to the other room, warily.
Her heart raced, thundering in her ears. She took a quick pause before sliding into the room, her eyes quickly sweeping from one corner to the other.
Nothing.
She saw movement in the corner of her eyes and turned to see the ruined mustard curtains fluttering in the wind.
Odd, she swore she secured every window and door. She wouldn't be as reckless as to leave herself open like that, would she? Or was she finally losing it?

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The sound of a gunshot forced Alexander's eyelids swiftly open. His hands searched on both sides of where his body lay, wedged between two large crates that mostly concealed him, and he felt a sigh of relief exit his body as his right hand fell upon the pistol next to him. It wasn't much protection, really, but it would do if he ran into other violent humans. However, he cupped his hand over his mouth in a paranoid way, as if his sigh could give away his position.

Still, Alexander stood, squeezing his body out from between the two crates and stumbling out into the small alley he had recieved a few hours of rest in. I'll have to find a different resting place, he thought, Or the Zombies might catch my scent and track me down. This was only paranoia, as he had no knowledge of the full capabilities of the Zombies. He tucked the pistol into his right pocket and continued to stumble down the alley, combing his hair out with his fingers out of habit.

Once he reached the opening of the alley into the road, Alexander pressed his hands against each wall, in turn, and glanced out into the wide street, a crazed expression upon his face. His stomach growled and he tightened his abdominal muscles to quiet it, his mind going over the last few days. He quickly realized it had been two days since he had eaten his last meal, a meager piece of bread at that. And he hadn't had a drink since yesterday afternoon, thus his mouth felt extremely dry. He stepped out of the alley then, skirting quickly along the tall buildings to search for a place that might contain food, and be safe enough to enter.