Alone (A Zombie RP)

[catzrcute]

When people see us, they scream and run. They don't care who we are, they only care what we seem, and so they run, hide; some even try to kill us. But they don't understand us; they don't even attempt to. So, who are we? I'll tell you--we're zombies! We're living, breathing, DEAD zombies! We wander, hobble, and limp down the streets, in search of someone who may treat us as equals, but no. Never. I never thought that I would be accepted by anyone, with the flesh that falls off of me and my scent of rotting flesh, but it turns out, I was wrong.
I know that, we're the ones who try to eat people, but who can you blame? It's just meat, right? I mean, humans mercilessly slaughter other animals and eat them; we're only doing the same with a different meat. Did I mention I was a vegetarian when I was human? Besides, vampires do it, and yet every teen girl wants to date one. I swear, something's wrong with America.
Right, right, off topic.. What was I saying..? YES! I thought that no one would ever treat me as a human being too, but it turns out, I was wrong. When this whole "Zombie Apocolypse" thing began, I was trying so hard to find someone who wouldn't run in screaming terror. What did I get? I got my arm shot off, and I didn't do a da.mn thing! But, then I met Cecil, and she didn't run. She was only nine, and she didn't run. She helped me, sewed back on my arm, even, and she's my only friend.
So, what could possibly be the point of my telling you this? The world is just starting to rebuild itself, after five ye.ars of trying, running, hiding, and many, many death. And y'know, there are still zombies everywhere, more and more being infected, and yet, after all this time, we zombies are still not accepted. A few of the living have started campaigns for "Equal Zombie Rights," but of course, no one listens, because some zombies are evil. Some still attack even the good.
But, I still have hope that zombies and humans can eventually live in peace. For the sake of the entire world. For the sake of future generations. For the sake of cheese, crackers, and all holy snack foods.
And so, this is the story of lowly zombies trying to fit in; some good, some bad, and some just as shy and scared as humans are of us. So, join us, come to the world of the living dead. Live forever. Hey, it's the same as vampires, except, you know, you need a good slathering of perfume and deoderant if you wanna fit in.

Rules

You can be a zombie or survivor.
No ubering.
No godmodding.
No character controlling.
You CAN be in the Equal Zombie Rights Association (EZRA)
The Pass is EZRA.
Failure to obey rules will result in being kicked from the RP.

CS

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Survivor or Zombie?:
Inventory:
Bio:
Personality:
The Pass:
Other:

[catzrcute]

Name: Cecil
Age: 14
Gender: F
Appearance: Slightly wavy copper red hair to just a bit below her shoulders, 
blue-green eyes, fair skin, thin, 5'3, white tank top, jeans skirt to just a 
couple inches above her knees, a silver-colored armband on her upper left 
arm, black flipflops
Survivor or Zombie?: Survivor
Inventory: N/A
Bio: TBR
Personality: Cecil really is a sweet young girl, but finds that she, too, is 
often misunderstood like the zombies.
The Pass: EZRA
Other: N/A

Name: Ian (because i've only used him once and I lieks him)
Age: 14 (of course, he was 14 when he got infected, so TECHNICALLY he's 
19, but i'm not going with that.)
Gender: M
Appearance: Short spiky-ish black hair, green eyes, abnormally pale with 
spots of peeling flesh, stiches visible on his upper right arm where it was 
sewn back on, and on her left middle and ringer finger. Ian wears a torn 
white t-shirt and jeans with black sneakers.
Survivor or Zombie?: Zombie
Inventory: N/A
Bio: Ian has been a zombie for five yrrs, now, and is lucky enough that he's 
only lost an arm, which was sewn back on, and a few fingers, most of which 
were found and sewn back on. It was after a few monthes of being a zombie 
that he met Cecil, a sweet young girl who understood the hardships of 
being misunderstood. And since he met her, they have been together every 
moment they could; Ian watched her grow into the girl hse is today, and 
they've never even though of abandoningh each other.
Personality: Ian is normally quiet; most don't know that zombies can talk 
anyway.
The Pass: EZRA
Other: N/A

[timelord121]

CS

Name:Kira Sampson
Age:18
Gender:F
Appearance:3 foot platform heels, 3 inch skirt, 9 inch nails, Camo belly shirt, tan skin, bright red lips, violet eyes, jet black David Tennant hair
Survivor or Zombie?:Survivor
Inventory: Kira's Strip club (exclusive for zombies), various samurai swords, several machine guns,exactly two million bullets and counting
Bio:TBA
Personality:Bad-Ass
The Pass:EZRA
Other:

[timelord121]

Kira

Business was booming. zombies came in for my famous bleeding belly dance from every where.
Somebody was generous enough to bite me. I blew him a kiss. I love my job.

[catzrcute]

(alright, how do I start... Hm. Ooh, idea!)
Ian

I walked down the street, towards none other than Kira's Strip Club. I had business to attend to, which is why Cecil and stayed behind.

[timelord121]

Kira

"Fun's over boys. I need bandages and some blood donors." I said "Free for All on the beer kegs,though."
I left and and ran into a jumble of stiches and rotting flesh. "Hey, I'm in a rush and I need a blood donor C type pronto. Can you help?"

[catzrcute]

Ian

I walked through the door of the strip club. "Kira! I need to talk to you. Now."

[timelord121]

Kira

" What?"

[catzrcute]

Ian

"Give it back."

[timelord121]

Kira

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about, and if you have not noticed I am in need of medical attention."

[catzrcute]

Ian

"Don't play dumb; I know you took it."

[timelord121]

Kira

"Alright just tell me so I at least know which stolen item of mine it is."

[catzrcute]

Ian

"Cecil's pendant."

[catzrcute]

CS

Name: Witch Hazel
Age: 19
Gender: F
Appearance: Straight dyed-neon-purple hair to her shoulders; green eyes; fair skin; rather thin, but not unhealthily so; approximately 5'7; black belly shirt ending approximately 2 inches down from the bottom of her bust; a somewhat frilly purple miniskirt; black choker; and heeled black lace-up boots with--you guessed it--purple lacing.
Survivor or Zombie?: Survivor
Inventory: N/A
Bio: Witch Hazel is an employee at Kira's Strip Club, though she normally works at the bar rather than dancing.
Personality: She mostly keeps to herself.
The Pass: EZRA
Other: N/A

[timelord121]

"Dumb-ass, I sold it to some stoners for ammo. How the hell else was I gonna get two billion rounds of bullets?"

[catzrcute]

Ian

I sighed. "Get it back. I'm not kidding, Kira, this is the last time I even attempt to put up with your crap. Got it?"

[timelord121]

Kira

"I'm kidding it's in back I'll get it." I ran in and went to Witch Hazel. Pulling out a syringe I said " It'll only hurt a smidge." I say sticking into her and extracting some blood then sticking it into me. I ran to the back room took some bandages and the pendant and ran back out. "Jeez, even for a zombie you really don't have a sense of humor."

[catzrcute]

Ian

I frowned.

Witch Hazel

"Hey!"

[timelord121]

Kira

"Sorry!"

[Mtncal95]

:Dices Roll:

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