Zombie rp. I want realism. No being op. If your character decides to take a horde on himself he will die. Keep track of your equipment. There will be bandits and random events that happen. Your character doesnt have to be military personnel, but that does mean you cant just pick up a gun and know how to shoot it. Unless your character has the experience. That doesnt mean you cant use a gun, just dont be a marksman with it and get head shots and all that bs. Be real. These are the rules. Dont like it then dont join. Name: Alex Mercer Age:22 Origin:United States Birth place: Chicago Race: Hispanic Bio: Mercer wanted to join the military as young as he could remember. When he turned 18 he enlisted into the marines. 3 hard months of hard training into infantry. There he was branched into a special task force that did under the grid missions. Mercer didnt under stand war, he simply though you would pull the trigger and thats that, but once he saw the true face of war...and battle and what evil it brought...it.changed him. He fought not only for his brothers on the battlefield, but for the people back at home. Once the Afghanistan war started, thats when things started to change...into bio warfare. Why the hell were we out there...I wish could tell you what we did was for something....I wish...Im no American hero...we did what we had to do...but then this sickness started....killing the enemy became killing my own brothers....one by one...we didnt know what the hell was happing....once we got word of this sickness spreading back at home, we left....leaving the sick and wounded here to die...In that damn desert...once we reached home...it was even worse...we made zones...that got over run by thoses things...we just didnt have the man power or ammo...they...just kept coming. Then me and my squad got orders to go to Japan apparently the United states was gone and in the dark zone...Japan was still fighting and they need more troops...so thats were they took us...but just as back home...the same thing here...I lost my brothers..s are down. The rally point is destroyed...all I can do now is protect these people...keep them out of harms way and find out what the hell is going on... -Current time- Mercer was panting heavily. Damit! he took off his helmet and threw it at the wall. He was hiding In some abandon building. Mercers hands started to shake and he pressed his back against the wall and slid down...and for the first Mercer broke down. Muffled cries escaped his mouth as his hand covered his mouth. Moments ago, he had a child with him he found in the streets...the child was just around the age of 12...shit hit the fan...child is gone.... Mercer reopened his eyes and started into the darkness...collecting himself...his radio cracked Com: Come in delta squad..do you you copy? Mercer grabbed the waki on his tactical vest. This is Corporal Mercer....last survivor of delta squad...I read. Com:Good to hear your alive...we got one last mission for you...relocate to zone B...You will get your orders there...your a damn hero... Mercer closed his eyes. Copy.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 04:06:36 +0000
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