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~*~Welcome to Zombieland!~*~

HE SWINGS!

HE SCORES!

Thread felt the cold of the blood spatter across his face as Betty gave the zombies head a quick hug, caving in its skull and crushing its eyes into a strangely 'delicacy' looking mush.

AND IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE ANOTHER CONTENDER!

Turning round to the sound of footsteps Thread twisted his hip and planted his right foot backwards, turning into it with Betty in his arm.

OHHH. THAT LADY NEEDS A NEW FACE, ANYONE GOT A SPARE?

Another zombie stumbled out of the bathroom, its pants at its ankles, indignity the last thing on his mind as it ran (As best a zombie can with jeans around its ankles) at Thread.

LOOKS LIKE THIS GUY HAS SOMETHING TO GIVE, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!

Swapping Betty around in his hands - Thread grabbed a glass from the table next to him and threw it in the air, just as the zombie came into swinging distance the glass smashed into its face.

HEYYYY BATTER-BATTER-BATTER-BATTER SWINGGG BATTER!

Thread swung his arms around in an arch and half the zombie head collided with the portrait of the dead owners ancestors - or some sentimental bullshit like that, brains stained the painting.

Three more zombies came into the café via the door, three soft twinkles of the bell came with them. Smashing his elbow through the vending machine, Thread took a snickers and had a large bite before throwing it at the nearest (fattest) zombie, who growled as the wrapped slipped down its blood drowned face.

Grabbing Betty tightly he took down his hood and spread his arms wide.

"PLAY BALL!"

~*~Welcome to Zombieland!~*~

@HumbleServant

You have to have a url, so if you have an image on your local, you want to upload it to imgur and then take the BBC code and paste it in here.

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Roll to Dodge!

I search for a handsome young lady to have tonight surrounded by the furs of my successful hunts

Dying Light - Humanity's Last Stand

Climbing back up the metal ladder, Brian blocked up the door and walked back over to his humble home. Packing all the shit he thought he'd find useful into his sleeping bag, away from sight. Taking a swig from his bottle and a bite from another bar, he saw that his shoe lace had escaped its knot on his right foot. Crouching down he tied the lace again, tightening the other and wiping off the dust and grime from the rim of his sweats.

Standing once again, Brian was frozen for a moment before he ducked down again, pushing his back against a stone pillar. A zombie was only a few feet away from him, its flesh dripped back to him, deep growls and scratching nasal sniffs resonating from its body. Turning his head he peeked around, and saw that it was straying right.

Quickly he grabbed his pistol from his hip and span round, aiming.

Pulling the...

Wait.

Where was it? It was right there!

SLAM.

Right into his back, he toppled over and the zombie fell on top of him, its momentum pushing it across the floor. Both of them rose onto there feet once more. Brian raised his pistols, the zombie bared its teeth. Charging forward, its arms flayed and legs pumped with the need to feed, the zombie dove at Brian who rolled out of the way, closely missing the stone pillar and landing on his sleeping bag with a soft crunch.

"Shit my stuff! You're going to pay for that. I accept heads."

Brian took his spear from the floor and gripped it tightly in both arms, waiting for it to get closer again, as it did he charged forward himself and leapt off of his right foot, thrusting the blade up - it broke through into its jaw and he landed, and rolled. Suddenly the air became colder as it rushed past him, and his arms reached for grip as he fell, only just finding the edge of the building, he hung there above the precarious scaffolding.

Managing to get an elbow up and onto safety, he saw the zombie walking towards him slowly, the blade going through the bottom of its jaw and into its mouth, the wooden pole scraping along the floor in front of him. He couldn't drop it was suicide, so he waited until it got closer so that he could grip it and pull it down, hopefully then he could climb up.

It stood over him, glaring down into his eyes and dropped to its knees, the pole hanging over the ledge as Brian did. It opened its mouth and saliva dripped from its lips, it bit out at his hand. Pulling back his hand he grabbed the pole and pushed with all the power he could, the blade broke through into the brain and the zombie fell limply down, its head over the edge. Finding his way up awkwardly, he kicked the body from the roof and watched as it fell slowly to the ground far below, smashing a blue car as it landed hard on its roof.

~*~Welcome to Zombieland!~*~

Name: Thread
City: Larkspur, Colorado
Age: 23
Appearance:
Weapons:
Silver Baseball Bat - Betty.

KRISS vector (silenced) - Christov

Vehicle:
BMX Bike

Supplies: Big Bob ( The Big Mother-fucking Bottle ), cos what else do you ever need?
Personality: Thread can be a little unstable at times, but he means well. Over protective, over eccentric and over the top.
Back Story: Not much to say about Thread, he was thrown into the shit stew like everyone else.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

@Carantathraiel Guyals!

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Sup Niggas....Bitches...Guys :)

~*~Welcome to Zombieland!~*~

sorrryyyy, CS in progress

Ashes of Orvell - Setting Construction

@Inlaa Pffft. Hell no, they count them before they go to sleep bro.

~*~They're Coming...~*~ (Walking Dead Rp)

@noxlux Scrambling desperately towards the closed door on the opposite side of the dark room he had suddenly fallen into, Isaac froze in shock & pain and he looked down at his leg, a large wooden splinter stuck in his bloodied thigh.

"Fuck, argh!" he said, lifting the right leg up and hopping back to the bed, lowering himself down onto the mattress and taking his backpack out.

"God damn it! First drop of blood I've lost, and its to a fucking splinter." He said bitterly.

Looking to Ella he handed her a strip of material he kept handy, good for easing blood loss and that sort of thing.

"You do it. Just pull." Grimacing, he closed his eyes and gripped tightly onto the metal headboard - waiting for her to rid his body of this foul wooden sting.