Ever since you posted about this format in one of my threads I've been wanting to try it.
I'm in, whenever you start to make it. Do you have a plan for plot yet?
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If you're interested in a dice system(which covers combat and non-combat scenarios, as well as loot from both bodies and buildings) I am your man.
I ran a Walking Dead inspired RP a while back, and the system I cobbled together worked brilliantly, but interest simply petered out and people disappeared.
As far as cure, scratches, etc: In my RP, what we did was just have a bite have a chance to infect. We'd roll a die to determine if the character survived the fever. I thought that was a lot more reasonable, personally.
We also had stats for weapon classes, so everyone was allowed to start off either familiar with a particular one, or else be equally ignorant of most weapons(depending on the player's point allocation). Because tons of people in America do know how to shoot despite not working in a field that requires it. I do, and I'm a freaking cosmetology student. It really does depend on what part of the country you're in, but almost everywhere has people who can shoot. And as a matter of fact, people who can shoot and who own guns are the most reasonable people to have survived the first waves of a zombie outbreak that shut down most of civilization.
As far as the reason for military breakdown(which is a really big barrier to suspension of disbelief in this kind of world), it could simply be that normal civilians started to lose faith, looted, were shot, shot back etc. It doesn't make sense for a zombie outbreak to take out a military, but it is a necessary assumption for this type of RP to exist.
Garvus was shouting back, but Orun couldn't hear and now the two were separated. Orun was glad of his own shield, it let him deflect the hydra's heads as they lunged. Twice he managed to counter attack with slashes at the creature's faces. When Orun looked to him, he saw that Garvus was trying to form a defensive position, and Orun started trying to move towards him. If they could reunite, they'd have a chance.
Orun stepped left and as a hydra head moved to intercept him, he uppercut it with the rim of his shield and slashed its throat. It bled copious, dark blood onto the sand, splashing Orun, but allowing him an avenue of retreat to the relative safety of Garvus' shield. When he arrived at his partner's side, he saw the hydra retreating a step. On head turned inward and used its jaws to chomp down into the base of the injured neck, severing it. The two gladiators watched in horror as two new heads began to grow in place of the missing one. But as it grew, the hydra stayed in a defensive stance, the two healthy heads waving like snakes, warning against further attack.
"Push forward!" Orun called, pointing to the space between the two heads. "We need to injure it too badly to recover!" He had already lost his spear, and he quickly switched his sword and shield so that he held a shield on his right side to oppose Garvus' left held shield. They would need the double sided protection. Orun planted his feet and prepared to move forward with Garvus as the creature recovered.
Orun followed Garvus down immediately, and picked a new spear off of the wall. He also took a shield of Helmfirth steel, knowing he couldn't afford to let his left side take another gash like the one he had just bandaged up. He also prudently selected a Corinthian helm for his head before beckoning Garvus to accompany him out the gates. When they reached the sand, the Master's voice called down to them.
"He has chosen Garvus to fight at his side! A good choice, he'll need the extra shield to keep the extra heads at bay! Ladies, gentlemen, gladiators.... I give you, a Hydra from the swamps to the West!"
The gate that led to the creature holding cells opened, and as soon as it cracked a serpentine head poked through and started trying to force its way through the partially opened gate. As the opening widened, two more heads joined the first, and were followed by first one set of claws, and then another. The creature was four legged, with a body like a dragon, but three heads sprouted from it. It stood taller than an elephant by at least the shoulders, and each neck was like a the bough of a tree.
Its claws kicked up sand as it immediately charged the pair of gladiators. Orun called a command to Garvus, but his voice was lost in the thunder of the hydra's charge, and the sound of its roar. He was forced to jump and roll to the right as the hydra charged by, two of its heads striking, one at each of the gladiators. The one striking at Orun followed him, and he deflected it with a bash from his shield.
To be honest I'm afraid we never got quite enough people. That's why I keep making new characters, to sort of fill the roster.
You would be treated as a slave owned by the arena, yes.
Well if he's still owned by his old master, he wouldn't have to be confined to the Coliseum barracks. In fact, the Coliseum would treat him as if he were a willing athlete. Even though he's a slave, the Coliseum doesn't own him so they have no rights over him.
Sorry for my short absence.
Yeah, Xander, that actually makes plenty of sense. As long as he keeps winning fights, he'll be profitable to his master. He might keep him longer than four fights, though.
Name: Ogedai
Age: 36
Appearance: 
Bio: The plains to the East of Anax are ruled by a loosely knit group of clans who fight primarily on horseback. Their tactics and speed in battle have given the Legion a difficult time. Diplomats returning to the nomad clans have brought news of the Anaxus Prime Coliseum, and the Khan of Khans sent one of her greatest warriors to show his skill, so that all of Anax will fear them.
Strength: 1
Speed: 2
Skill: 4
Armor: 2
A voice from the Master's box, a tower that stood on one side of the arena and reached halfway up the stands, echoed throughout the Coliseum.
"Well it's a shame I missed most of _that_ fight! But we have great shows for you today! A special surprise that I've gone to some trouble to procure! While we set up, how about we have a little show of skill!"
Down in the arena two men stepped out of the armory bay. One was a bearded Anaxan man. He carried a long bow, and wore nothing but a pair of bracers and a leather skirt. He was raising his hands to the crowd, shouting joyously to them.
The other man was darker skinned, and obscured in strange armor and a heavily ornamental helmet. He also carried a bow, though his was strange and curved, and he had a scimitar at his side as well. He stood near the armory bay and waited for the Anaxan man to reach the other side of the arena.
The Anaxan man turned and knocked an arrow from a side quiver, meanwhile the other man took two arrows into his right hand, and held his finger on the bow, neither arrow knocked. When the Anaxan man let his arrow fly, the other man flicked one of his arrows up to the bow. His arrow intercepted the first one, and was immediately followed by the second, which flew through the air and landed with a thump in the Anaxan man's right shoulder. The man screamed and fell to his knees. The strange man took three more arrows from his quiver and was charging full sprint to the Anaxan, who was trying desperately to knock an arrow with his injured arm. The stranger was about to fire when the Master's voice filled the arena again.
"Hold!" he said, a laugh barely discernible through his voice. "Amicus is injured, there's no need to kill him. Ladies and gentlemen, this stranger is called Ogedai, he comes from the east!" There was a great outbreak of murmuring. This was a man from one of the lands that the Anaxan legion was campaigning against. "He has come to show us his strength and skill in battle. And I rather think he's done so now!"
Two men with a stretcher came form the armory bay to collect Amicus, who refused assistance and instead stood and staggered back to the gate. Ogedai, meanwhile, had already come back and was making his way up the stairs to the contestant stands.
Orun looked at the stranger, nearly speechless. "I.. Wow! incredible! What was your trick, how do you knock your arrows so fast?"
The man barely looked at Orun, and deflected the question. "It's a simple skill. You should know it just from watching. Children where I come from can do that."
Orun's face darkened, but he said nothing of the man's rudeness. Ogedai stood away from the other contestants. He took his helmet off, revealing long, braided black hair. He watched the rest of the proceedings with a look of detached boredom.
The Master's voice was echoing again. "Well, if you want a treat, I'd like to invite Orun back to the arena! I have a beast I think even _you_ would find challenging. You may even want a partner!"
Orun turned away from the rude Easterner and looked at Garvus. "Well, maybe now is a good time for us to fight together. Lend me your shield? I'm anxious to see what Auldus has procured for us."
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