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9/16/2012 4:26 PM

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2 wins / 2 losses

"Any of 'em close Raines?" said Wilhelm, an older man in his mid-fifties, his hair already grayed entirely. He stroked his beard, which was thick.

 

"No, at least not close enough to notice us," said Raines who was bent over staring out a window's blinds. His dark blue eyes searched the outside, three moved around the front yarn, clueless to Raine's wandering eyes inside the house.

 

"It's safe then? The kids don't need to hide?"

 

"I can't be sure... Shit! One's getting closer!" Raines then dived below the window, his neck length, messy, medium brown hair bouncing as he fell.

 

"Oh god, I've got my gun ready!" Wilhelm said, his hunting rifle gripped firmly in his hands.

 

"Don't fire, don't fire unless you have to." Raines then rose, peeking through the window quickly. One was on the porch, moving slowly across the floorboards they creaking with every step the zombie took.

 

"How long?"

 

"I'd say he's gonna be here for a bit." Raines made sure to lower his voice, with one of the dead just a few feet away outside the window, he didn't want to risk it hearing him.

 

"Damn... we can't keep living like this Raines, the world has to get better, it just has to." Wilhelm crouched, his rifle still held tightly in his hands.

 

"Just stay calm... don't make any sudden moves."

 

Wilhelm nodded to Raines words, his eyes locked on the window.

 

They both sat quiet for what felt like hours, but really it was only a few minutes. The zombie crept back and forth across the porch, still entirely unaware of Raines and Wilhelm.

 

"Check, is it still there?" Wilhelm asked, "it's gotta be gone by now."

 

Raines raised his head, looking out the window. There it stood, right above him, glaring into the window, it's eyes met his.

 

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Not now! Look away, look away, turn your fucking head and look away!

 

"I gotta do it, I gotta take the shot Raines."

 

Raines was silent, instead making a signal behind his back to halt. He couldn't risk the noise, he couldn't risk all of them coming for them.

 

"Raines it's, it's-"

 

BANG! BANG! BANG! 

The Title Has Been Abducted by Aliens

One beautiful night you were walking home from a casual day at work when strange lights began flashing in the sky. The night camouflaged the alien ship as it swooped down closer, and closer towards you. Without even time to react a green light began to circle around you and a weightless feeling arose. Minutes later you were strapped down about to be probed. Four possible epilogues!!!

Chapter One: A Week In A week has gone by since the virus has struck Branston. Much of the city's population has already become infected by the virus. They move slow, but somehow have managed to turn Branston into another city of the dead. Much of the initial chaos that occurred during the first days of the outbreak has died down and now only the survivors remain. With no electricity, no outside contact, and no idea of what to do next the remaining citizens of Branston have to work towards one goal: survival. Rules 1.Use correct spelling/grammar. 2.Don't spam posts 3.No Gmodding/power playing 4.Trying to put effort into posts(no one liners and such). 5.Have a shit ton of fun.

Name: Wilson Glass Age: 36 Background: Wilson Glass grew up in Branston, ever since he was a kid he's been rooted to the city. He started his own gardening company at the age of twenty-nine, it started with just him moving between client's lawns, mantaining them and dealing with simple designs. Eventually the company grew to be very successful in the city of Branston. He was always known to be a friendly, well-mannered man, who always completed his job on time and with great precision. He had minor firearm training, learning only from occassionally trips to the shooting range. When the outbreak reached Branston he made it his sole goal to protect his family. Appearance: Wilson has medium length, wavy brown hair. He's quite muscular and has clear, forest green eyes. Occupation: Ran his own gardening company called Planting With Glass. Companions: His wife, Charlene. He's been married to her for five years and cares for her deeply. She has dark blue eyes and short, shoulder length golden brown hair. Charlene was six weeks pregnant with Wilson's child when the outbreak struck Branston. Their family dog Glenn, a Northern Inuit Dog aged four. Wilson bought him with the intention of training him right. He taught the dog he was the alpha. Wilson was only able to keep Glenn with him due to the training the dog received.

Sorry people I'll be starting it soon!

That's fine Playa and sure go ahead Alvin. Also, I'm wondering if it's okay if we start a little later today, I have to move into college today, so yeah.

Yeah I knew Tyrone and his family, they were clients. I also know Joel a little and his girlfriend was a client of Planting With Glass.

Yeah, I knew his character and his family, he was a close acquaintance of mine before the outbreak, they were clients.

Yeah, I haven't made the roleplay thread yet, just waiting on the okay.

I think Bo is the only one hasn't posted yet.

Seems pretty obvious. Wilson, his wife and their dog will start in Planting With Glass.

Yeah, everyone is accepted it's decided. Sorry for the delay.