***Please note this RPG has no relation with Left 4 Dead, I do not own nor even play the game, I don't even have an X-box 360 to play it on***
The year is 2010 and and an advanced form of rabies has just spread across the world like wildfire. Anti-Zombie militias have formed all over the world. WILL YOU SURVIVE THE PLAUGE?
Law: Starts out with 3 ranged weapons, good usage of ranged weapons, and can make/disarm bombs.
Farming: Has good markmanship(aim), can farm, and is good at setting up traps.
Construction: Can build good barricades, forts, and EVEN GUNS.
Office: Can build and repair electronics such as radios, TVs, computers, ect.
Celebrity: Can stay calm under bad situations, and can perform acrobatic stunts.
Medical: Can heal others and mend broken bones. Can even stop someone from turning into a zombie(20% chance of succeeding though)
Crime: Starts out with 2 ranged and melee weapons, good usage of both types of weapons, and can evade sticky situations easily.
Mechanic: Can repair and build vehicles such as cars, boats, helicopter, ect.
Athlete: Fast, Strong, and tough. Can break locked doors easily.
Billionaire: Starts out with 2 ranged weapons and a vehicle.
You can form Zombie hunting Militias so you and everyone else in your group can share weapons and vehicles. You can also steal weapons and vehicles from other teams.
You can also buy weapons and vehicles from AMMO-MART. Just name a weapon and ill give you a price
ok fine then -.- i was going to have a more violent ending but....
( the final total was 5 min 15 seconds for everyone) you just barely manage to get up when the zombies get to where you just were. one manages to pull off your boot though . now you are all in the vents, and completely lost.
Name: Viktor Zarcousky Age:24 Gender: Hard *** Male (Excuse my bad language) Job: Forced into CRIME Wep.Melee: Crow Bar and Swiss army knife from uncle Fred, police baton Wep.Ranged: M16 Assault Rifle (you keep forgetting my G18) Armor: bulletproof vest,leather jacket, hat, boots Tools: a small portable Chainsaw for wood, multivitamins, canteen of water, surgical stitches,wraps, matches, citymap
you and your group slowly advance through the ents until you reach a quiet storage area, probably towards the back of the mall. get out or keep going?
a. exit into the storage room b. continue down the vent
Name:FinnDragon Age:24 Gender:Male Job type:Crime Wep.melee:axe,knife Wep.ranged:Rk-95,LAW Tools:None I made barrice for chairs, tables all all stuff like that at the fron door.And I camp inside with my Rk-95 ready to kill anything that comes inside.
you go to the lamp and enter the kitchen area, turn the corner, go through the door, and next thing you know you're staring down the barrel of a shotgun.you feel something hit you from behind, and everything goes all swirly and you black out
you wake up with a bag over your head, and your hands in handcuffs. your feet are free though. you are on the ground, on your belly and you can tell the room is lighted. a door opens, and you hear boots coming towardsyou, then a pair of hands yank you up. you feel a needle and everything goes black again.
this time you wake upo in a chair, in a room ,facing a well dressed military gentleman. he is smoking a pipe behind his antique desk, papers of all sorts strewn all over the top. he hasnt noticed you're awake though.
the gentleman gives you a dirty look before looking away. you look around quickly, and see many stacked cases and a few gas masks. there is also a set of body armor, but it's behind a glsss protective layer.
" we have been trying to extract survivors from the city." he says, fiddling with a pen."for the most part all the people of that forsaekn place are either dead or half-dead. aftr a month of searching we only found about 100 survivors, at a cost of 28 soldiers to us". you hear someone walk in from behind."we're planning on moving on soon, but we need any information you might have on supplies and survivors." he opens the desk and gets out a worn notepad." do yu know anything?"
you wake up in a car. it is dead quiet,except for the wind. you look around and can tell you're on a city street. a quick search reveals the keys for the car are gone.
