[OOC] Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

[TheDookieNut]

Thank you

[Rina]

I'm not sure what your thoughts are on Christianity and all but I'll be praying for you, your aunt and the rest of your family during this hard time and although we don't know each other too well if you ever need someone to talk to about anything, I'm only a PM away.

[TheDookieNut]

Thanks, my aunt will appriacate it, more than I would. Thank you all the same.

It's been a incredibly difficult week, I won't go into great deal aside from mentioning it will effect rping from time to time. But I've spent the last couple of years under watch from a doctor and I've been dreading one result and well that's what I got. I haven't had chance to fully come to terms with it yet since well I got the worst news. But I'll be back on my feet soon enough and I'm thankful for the support guys

[Penguin]

Could I join?

[Rina]

Penguin!!!
Oh and I'll have my post up once I get home.

[TheDookieNut]

Post up a CS, or Cs's

[TheDookieNut]

Urgh, am sick at the moment. Not enough attention to spare it on posting. As soon as I'm better:

WE WILL FUCKING GET SOME INFECTED ACTION I SWEAR

[Rina]

No worries. Hopefully you'll feel better soon.

[TheDookieNut]

Tomorrow. I swear. Had planned on writing up Saturday, but my manager decided to fuck off on holiday, no warnings.

I do 5-1030pm on Friday like usual.
Then 5am-4pm the next day! And it continued until 4pm today. I have half of my post, yet now I have a u king migraine and can't continue without howling in agony.

It'll be finished tomorrow and things will continue

[Rina]

DOOKIE!!!
Haha, I was a bit worried but I'm glad to see that you're back. Sounds good! I'm excited to get this back on the road.

Speaking of getting this back on the road, Monkey are you still alive?

[TheDookieNut]

Probably won't post til I have an IC post.

Finishing it later

[MisterMonkeyFace]

Yeah I'm still here. I forgot to check for dookie's post after a while. I'll have my post up tonight or tomorrow morning..

[WilsonTurner]

((Note: This character is based a bit off of me. What he can do, I can do right now. Except with running. I suck at running, though I do have a good short sprint when I feel like it ^.^))
Name: James "Jay" Fillion
Age: 28
Relations: Everyone's dead.
Equipment: He has a backpack, 3 water bottles, only 1 filled, 7 packets of deer jerky [I kid you not, you get craptons of deer jerky from a deer, and much more if you shoot more than one], a hunting knife, a compound bow with 13 arrows, a shotgun with limited ammunition [33 rounds], small pair of binoculars, a roll of duct tape, a box of tissues, several neosporin tubes, nondescript black shit, brown/black trench coat, quiver, pair of combat boots, black jeans, a Minecraft baseball cap, and a hatchet. There is a belt that he holds the quiver and hatchet from. Gas mask with spare filters, heavy overcoat just as long as his trench coat. Pair of large wire cutters.
Appearance:
Personality: To be roleplayed?
Short Bio: Grew up in Texas, a ways from any town. Lived the first 2 decades or so of his life isolated from everyone else, except when in school or some school activity. When he reached high school, he switched schools, but still stayed isolated. Smarter than the average: top 10% of his class in both schools, didn't usually study or try very much. Wasn't much of an athletic kid, until people started trying to bite his head off. Then he started traveling and ended up at _______ where most of the other main characters of this story are at.
Other* (possible losses to be listed)

I am still looking for a picture.

[TheDookieNut]

Jump in when you see a decent spot

[TheDookieNut]

Hurray monkey!

[WilsonTurner]

I edited it to fit the picture.

[Rina]

Hey Monkey!!!

Hello Wilson, I'm glad to see a new face in here~

I'll probably get a post up sometime after Monkey gets one up.

[WilsonTurner]

NIce sig.

[Rina]

Haha thanks. Which one were you looking at?

[WilsonTurner]

"I'm so happy."