Practice Tuesday

**Shadow74488** · 07-06-11, 03:43 PM

Leon runs around the streets of his neighbourhood but after a while he went out of his niehbourhood with about 4 zombies after him.He was about to stop but he saw a old man with about a 25 year old he think."I need some help over here!" he tried calling them.

**50goddangtanks** · 07-24-11, 08:11 PM

"Yeah I'll come with you." Tim says. He follows the man.

**ElitePurri** · 07-28-11, 04:22 PM

Name:Cole
Age:29
Family:Unknown
Bio:Cole was a soldier who had won the Purple Heart after jumping in front of several bullets fired at a wounded comrade.When he came back,he was greeted by death and destruction.He raced to the nearest military base,picked up some guns,and left.
Weapons:SCAR-L and Combat Knife

Cole was walking around.
He was exhausted after about an hour of shooting,running and swinging.
He was walking when he spotted a group of people walking.
An older man,and two younger ones.
He approached them yelling
"I'M NOT BITTEN!"

**AC/DCMidnight** · 08-08-11, 02:24 AM

Name:George Mackerel
Age:99
Family: Deceased
Bio: George is a happy and nice old man with the love for nature. He is scared of almost everything. Now, some "war" is going on and he needs to find out what's happening. He notices that he should watch more television. Then, he gets supplies and a pistol, opens his door, reloads his pistol, and says "I'm not ready to die yet".

**Jeff_the_destroyer** · 02-06-12, 09:18 PM

Name: Andrew Hardie
Age: 21
Family: Little 13 year old step-sister. Everyone else he knows is dead.
Weapon: Two large knives and whatever he can find.
Bio: Andrew travels around, looking for other survivors with his little sister Bridget. His family has a history of schizophrenia, so Andrew (sadly enough) is cursed with it. Bridget also has it, but its not quite as bad. After their mother died because of the infection, his step-father left. Forcing them to live on their own, and Andrew will do anything to save Bridget.

**Jeff_the_destroyer** · 02-06-12, 09:30 PM

Andrew was lurking in the shadows, with his black hood up and Bridget strongly clinging onto his back. He took a deep breath, wishing for the best, and ran out of the alley, into the open streets. Andrew was quick. Quicker than most people. He was also very agile. He did free running with his friends allot. Before the infection broke out. Now he uses it to his advantage. Staying close to the ground, he weaved in and out of the few infected staggering around.

When he finally reached his destination, he smiled to himself, laughing slightly. The red door opened with very little hesitation, then he slammed it closed and placed the bar over it again, locking it until he, or someone else, needed it again. Andrew fell down on the nearest couch and placed Bridget on top of himself. She fell asleep almost right away. One kissed placed on her forehead, then the bogeyman knows as Andrew, fell asleep himself. Waiting for the next day of the same routine. Wake up. Kill. Go to sleep.