FallenTrinity

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

@Pirouette

Will post response tomorrow

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[quote=@FortunesFaded]
<Snipped quote by CandiBarr>

Hey, sorry to do this to you (I loved the rest of your post) but I just wanted to point out that Desmond's pistol has a silencer, so a loud gunshot wouldn't be heard. Is there any way you could edit this a bit so maybe she just sees him, or something?

Loud no but there would still be a pop. Silencers don't suppress the sound entirely

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@Comrade Doge

FYI - CS says that Andrey is 5'12".... Best just say 6'0"

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@Foster

Be sure to use the hider code to keep the CS tab uncluttered

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@FortunesFaded

So how long would you say till everyone will meet up

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@Love Me Dead

I think he is.

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Needs moar posting

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Fall of Wilmington

A ringing engulfed his hearing as his vision slowly came to existence. Amidst the sound of the ringing he could hear the crackling of a large fire and screaming, chaos that was once under a shameful attempt at being controlled. “W-What the fuck...” His focus came in as he looked slightly off to the side at the sight of his unit's Humvee. Its side was caved in where the 10 ton Mack truck, carrying a full load of Best Buy product, as seen by the scattered TVs and Laptops strewn across the pavement from the jackknifed trailer that had undone itself in the process. The driver of said truck could be seen twenty feet away from it in a lifeless corpse. John's eyes widen as he scrambled to get up, only to notice the sharp pain from his shoulder and the migraine that had begun to show its ugly head. 'Fucking should-ARRGH' He silently screamed as his weight buckled the dislocated shoulder. He grit his teeth and growled as he placed his other hand on the shoulder and jammed it up and back, placing it in its appropriate place, causing his vision to fail on him once more. 'Gotta move...Gotta get up now!'

Once again he began to move, slowly as to not cause much dizziness but enough that he wouldn't remain on the ground for too long. John had, as soon as he got up, ran over to the Humvee to check on his brother in arms...Only to find them dead. Tyler, known to John as “Kermit”, had his head cracked open against the driver side window. His best friend, George Ramirez, who he called “Rammy”, had been thrown about when the vehicle was hit and his body laid over the shifter, his head smashed against the dash with blood running down to the shifter. James Johnson, “JJ”, a greenhorn just out of the academy and into the unit, had his neck cracked open among other wounds. The last man, Felipe, who they all called “Frenchie, was nigh recognizable as he took the brunt of the accident. He scanned over them as his heart jumped to his throat. His breath hitched a few times as he let out a almost inaudible “Oh god”. He had gotten his team killed, so he thought. But thinking soon stopped as he felt a forceful yank back by unknown hands, only to see as he fell back to the ground, a face that was bloody.

She, if she could even be recognized as a she now, was missing teeth and skin on parts of its face, not needing to mention across its neck and torso. “Fuck!” He yelled as he grabbed hold of its collar and pushed up, attempting to literally save his own skin. Among the pain emotionally from his friends' deaths and the physical pain from his shoulder, he also had heard the sounds of feet approaching his area. Quickly and instinctively he he went to action. His right hand shot down to his left side, unsheathing his issued blade and jammed it multiple times in the side of the walkers head, its lifeless eyes becoming even more so as it went limp. He rolled back onto his feet as he withdrew his rifle and and looked around only to furrow his forehead. What seemed to be dozens of these...things, came charging at him with crazed looks in their eyes. Without hesitation he raised his rifle and fired, the sound of muffled pops echoing through the city as the silencer did its job. 'Move. Don't stay. Get the fuck outta here.' He thought as he shuffled backwards, occasionally looking over his shoulder for some kind of exit, or way to escape. Car, truck, bike....hell if there was a skateboard he would use it. He didn't care. John had pivoted and ran around the corner away from the horde and into a nearby building.

Present

Heavy panting, the sound of boots hitting small puddles as they slapped down onto the pavement. 'Was it supposed to rain today?' He wouldn't know. All he knew was that it was cloudy and it had begun to drizzle earlier. He focused on the road in front of him, Creek Road, near Aston PA. He had taken residence in many spots since the Fall of Wilmington, DE. In most of these cases, it wouldn't be for long. His most recent was at the 7eleven in Aston. Packing his bag with a few small candies and water and a cartoon of smokes before he moved off to Cocoa's pizza across the street to snag a few beers. A few pops could be heard from the inside of the pizzeria as John had cleared the entire place before enjoying a few brew-skis. For John however, a few meant about a case, especially should his past come creeping back to him and it didn't help when he could at night still hear the screaming of soon-to-be-dead survivors begging to God for a second chance only to be snuffed out in the quiet night. He had awoken sometime in the morning and could hear the sound of walking corpses attempting to enter his place of residence. Apparently, one of the coolers had become loud enough to attract a few of them and had a bit of a fight making his way out of the building but had managed to get down the road and onto Creek Road, a windy, wooded road that lead towards Brookhaven and Chester/Toby Farms.

He had continued down the street, passing nearby cars for both the rising dead, survivors or even a set of keys for one of the said vehicles and it wasn't until he made it near the Brookhaven Swim club did he come across a Dodge Ram 1500 with in small silver print, the word ”Hemi”. He grinned as he made his way over. A few silent kills, severing the stem from the rest of the body, which he learned over the time was an efficient way to do it, and he had made it to the truck. He looked into the driver side window to see if there was anybody, or anything, in there. Seeing it barren, he then opened his hand to place on the door, slowly closing his hand around the handle to open it with the least amount of noise. With the familiar sound of an unlocked door, he smiled and opened it and placed his gear in the passenger seat but remained with his rifle. John was a patient man in some aspects but when he finally came across a truck that was; 1) not locked, 2) not crawling with corpses and 3) not on fire or damaged, his frustration would raise as he tore the car apart for the keys to it he would curse aloud and slam a fist on the arm rest, causing it to crack. “Where the fuck-” He had leaned out the car to check to see if anything was near but jumped and raised his rifle down, firing two shots at a hand under the truck. John positioned himself in a way that would allow him to leap a few feet away from the truck so he could crouch down to see...

Nothing...Nothing but a dismembered hand. How did he miss that? A question that he pondered, even though he knew the answer. He needed to stop moving. He need some rest...good rest. But he still brought his sights to the hand. 'Nothing attached to the arm......But....wait....no way-” He smirked at the sight of a set of keys, a key-chain on the set with the words ”Dodge” etched into it. He moved in close to the hand with pistol drawn, just in case his mind deceived him but this time it was to his benefit. He had jumped into the driver's seat, fidgeted with the keys for the moment until he found the right one and placed it into the ignition. Turning it he would see the lights come on, the annoying repetitive beeping sound when someone didn't buckle in. Further he would her the sound of a monster beginning to churn, the sound of that sweet, sweet Hemi.

That churning would turn to the roar of the engine coming to life...

Anytime now....

Anytime....

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN GODDAMN PIECE OF- ARRRRRRGGHHH!”
It had no gas. The owner of said hand had forgotten to refill his call before the walkers came. Sadly this cost him, sadly this infuriated John as he got out of the car raging about how “THAT STUPID FUCK HAD A DAMN TRUCK WITH NO FUCKING GAS!? ARE YOU SHITTING ME? CHRIST ALL FUCKING MIGHTY MAN! SHIT!” He kicked the truck multiple times, putting some major dents into the side of it. Now he could try to cipher some of the gas from the car that was in front of it but that would take to much time and effort and he didn't have that kind of time. So instead he would continue walking until he reach Brookhaven. From there, he would see what he could do.

Nam: Into the Brush (Rated-R)

Vietnam, 1954-1975

"I am convinced that U.S. troops with their energy, mobility, and firepower can successfully take the fight to the NLF [National Front for the Liberation of South Vietnam a.k.a. the Viet Cong."
-General William Westmoreland

On 8 March 1965, 3,500 U.S. Marines were dispatched to South Vietnam. This marked the beginning of the American ground war. U.S. public opinion overwhelmingly supported the deployment. Many soldiers were ready to go forward into hell, others were skeptical but all had something in common, orders. The war soon would pick up in its intensity and casualty ratings would drastically increase thanks to the Vietcong's guerilla style tactics. Soon enough a draft was initiated by congress and men all over the US would eventually be sent over to defend itself from "tyranny". However, most NATO countries would, when it became to much for the US, would decline assisting in what many thought of as a "lost cause". Public opinion would change however over the years and returning "heroes" were called "monsters", "baby killers", "murderers". This will take place at the height of the war where the casualty rating was at it's highest. I would like to have some seasoned vets and officers, newly shipped recruits and people who stay on base due to work. Pilots, medics, radiomen, riflemen, the whole shebang.

Please understand that as I prepare to make this RP, I will be learning as much as I can about the war itself so to make the rp more realistic. I also do not know if this has been done before but I felt that this would be if not, an interesting concept at the least.

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Fallen's Apolocyptic Team of Super Zombo-killers

Captain Johnathan

Name: Johnathan Fredrick Kreuger

Alias/Codename/Callsign: Freddy, Fred, Krueger, John, Johnny

Age:36

Occupation: Active United States Navy Seal

Nationality: American

Appearance:

Hider

This portrait was taken prior to his deployment to the Middle East. Now, since his return, has a fully grown beard that meets just past his neck with a shaved head. He stands at 6 feet, 6 inches and weighs an impressive 280lbs at about 11% body fat due to his training and time in the military. He wears his military combat pants, jacket and boots and t-shirt with "Navy" print in gold. He carries around his dogtags at all times and has a few tattoos running up his arm (among them a Navy Seal tattoo).

Place of Residence: Springfield, PA

Strengths: 1: Due to his time in the military he is at a class four (Instructor) combat level rating and has background in Mauy Thai and Brazilian jiu-jitsu so he is an expert in hand-to-hand combat. He also is a expert marksmen with his weapon and very adaptable and creative to situations. Because of some of his missions, stealth was key so he has high stealth skills due to experience and training. He shows leadership qualities as well as the ability to process a high pressure situation in quick timing. Despite his smoking habits he has a high lung capacity and is capable of extending a fight longer than most.

Weaknesses: Aside from his alpha type personality, he is stubborn when it comes to decision making. He has a tendency to be cynical and claims that he's just "Being real about the current situation at hand". Among these he also suffers from PTSD. He doesn't tolerate stupidity and will point out those flaws in people whether he is right or not, even though he believes he is. He is short tempered and can and will lash out violently towards whoever pissed him off but that anger will also transfer over to others in the wake. He also has a drinking problem and will not come to terms with it. Also a heavy smoker.

Belongings:

Rucksack

Contained in this bag are some survival essentials, 2 weeks worth of MREs, Flashlight with extra batteries, maps of the surrounding areas, compass, 3 boxes of ammunition with extra mags, rifle and pistol cleaning kit, first aid kit, 2 flares, parachute chord(100ft)wrapped up into small bundle, 1.5 liter camel pack, and a few other supplies including clothes and combat knife.

Tactical FN SCAR

A few changes compared to the picture. A hybrid scope with IR sight capabilities, longer barrel with silencer, flashlight/ IR laser combo and foregrip/bipod combo.

Beretta M9

nothing special

Gerber mark 3 knife

Personality: Despite his abrasiveness and Alpha type personality, he is caring and willing to sacrifice himself to protect the team. He shows heavy leadership qualities but mostly are military based meaning that they are straightforward and to be taken without questioning. He is quick tempered to stupidity and arrogance and will quickly try to snuff those problems out. Quiet for the most part unless to correct someone. In pressured situations, he tends to get back into the mindset of war and will react almost instinctively in giving orders and becoming fully aware of his surroundings. When asked about his time overseas or at home he will become silent as he has a lot of dark secrets about his time overseas. When he is happy or in a good mood he will smile or grin but when angered He has a soft spot for some things but that will be shown in the IC.

Other: He is a big fan of heavy metal and rap thanks to his brothers in arms. Speaks Arabic and French at an intermediate to advanced level.