OOC: sorry I forgot about this!
my character:
Name Helena Allender
Age 20
Gender Female
Background Helena had grown up in the suburbs, typical dysfunctional family, typical boring fairly-whitebread neighbourhood she would grow to loath.
Helena regards herself as a goth girl, and dresses to fit the mould: white foundation, liberal use of eyeliner, fishnet skirts and corset, black New Rock boots, and dyed black hair with purple streaks. In reality, she has always been, and always will be, something of a tomboy: getting in mosh pits at concerts, winning third place in her class for archery in summer camp in elementary school, and spending hours playing video games on her xbox 360, especially playing the Halo games online.
A year ago, she'd come home from school, and found everything trashed, the door hanging on one hinge, the contents of the fridge vomited all over the floor, and several panes of glass lying in thousands of pieces all over the floor. Frightened, she'd called for her mother, father, even her hated brother. When there was no answer, she picked up the phone, dropping it once, and noticing for the first time the red stain on it, in the shape of a fingerprint. She dialed 911, and after a minute or so hung up, having gotten no answer.
Later, searching through the house, she found her brother's body, the legs ripped off it, facedown in the upper hallway. She also found a large bloody stain leading out the back door, which lay in three pieces several feet away. She searched around for a short while, but couldn't find a body.
She sat down, trying not to cry, with a glass of vodka (she'd broken her father's locked cabinet with a hammer she'd found in the garage). After a few moments, she'd begun calling people's cell phones, finally reaching her friend Catherine, who, between sobs, described a similar situation to that Helena had found. Helena, standing by the window, suddenly saw someone on the road outside her house, which had been deserted. But her call for help died in her throat when she took a closer look. There was blood all over the person's shirt, and one of their eyes was hanging from their dented skull by a thread. The person was not so much walking as shambling.
Helena shrank back into her house, almost knocking over a flower vase as she collided with the living room coffee table. After a few moments of whispered conversation ("Did you see them too?" "The fuck... what are they?" "Can't you guess? Remember watching that movie, something of the Dead over at Lynn's place?" "I don't remember that" "Well I do" "...nerd." "fuck you" 'what're we going to do?" "Look, you know where the comic shop is right?" "the comic shop, wouldn't a gun shop be better?" "too far, we'll got here once we find someone with a car." "k, I'll see you soon." *beep*
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Since then her and Catherine and one or two other students from the area had found a second floor apartment with another apartment adjoining it (a large man shaped hole having been in the wall when they had found it). They set up there with a large supply of ammo and canned food, and a car Catherine and one of the others, a boy named Adam, had managed to take.
Weapons Catherine has a Desert Eagle in her trench coat at all times, along with a short sword she found in the fantasy weapons section of the comic shop. It's slightly blunt on one side, but that's not so abd since she can use it as an awesome club if necessary.
OOC: Sorry for the hella long background. I'll make a first post later. I can already tell that this RP is going to be awesome fun
