In Darkness [Group RP Closed]

By Burning_Heart



Everything we know is gone. The dead have taken over. What's worse? We're all infected.




It's been months since the world came to an end. Some would say it was God cursing us for our continuous sins. Others would say it was the government. Either way, none of it matters now.


What matters is survival. The way to do that? Don't get bit, scratched, or...well, die. Even if one hasn't gotten ahold of you, you'll still turn if you're brain isn't destroyed. It's rough out there.


Another way to survive? Be careful who you decide to trust. Those fearing for their lives will toss you to a group of the undead faster than you can blink.


If you've taken the time to read this then thank you. I don't have much time left, since one of the bastards got me, but if you don't know any of this by now, then here you go. Take it, leave it, burn it. I don't care. It won't mean anything to me anymore.


The letter sits beside a decomposing body, blood spattering the page. The bullet hole in the skull suggests the writer took the "easy way out."




This is a zombie thread, plain and simple! I'm just in the mood for a good zombie story!


With that said, here's what I'm looking for:


No godmodding please. Don't try to kill off someone's character without that person's permission. Don't control anyone else's character but your own unless that person gives you permission to do so.


Please be semi-lit to literate. One-liners are practically impossible to work with and don't add anything to the story. Give insight to your character's thoughts and feelings. Give others something to work with.


Decent grammar. It's difficult trying to decipher posts.


Romance is allowed, but keep in mind that ES has rules and those rules are to be followed. Any bedroom scenes need to be skipped or taken offsite. No exceptions.


Please be 18+. I'm in my twenties and don't feel comfortable writing with minors.


Real pictures please! This is what I prefer. If you need help searching, just let me know and I'd be more than happy to lend a hand!


Doubling is allowed! I might double myself. Just let me know ahead of time!


Most of all: have fun! Be creative! This is a collaborative effort. We should all write what we want to we enjoy and can have fun with!


I know this is a lot, and thank you if you've read this far. If you're interested, send me the character sheet down below with the title of the PM your favorite color, that way I know you read everything.


Can't wait to hear from you!


Picture:
Don't fully link please.

Puppetmaster:
Link to your profile. Don't fully link please.

Name:

Nickname(s):
If any.

Age:
18+ please.

Personality:
Just a few words.

Bio:
Who were they before the apocalypse? What did they do?




Characters



Puppetmaster:

Name:
Desdemona Sterling

Nickname(s):
Desi

Age:
26

Personality:
Soft-spoken, kind, people pleaser, loyal

Bio:
Desdemona was a kindergarten teacher for the elementary school that she attended when she was a child. On her off days, she was often at her mothers' house, helping her with gardening or just hanging out to watch silly Rom Coms. On the day the world ended, she was out buying a birthday gift, a new watch for her mom. Unfortunately, she never got to give it to her, and though it's broken now, she continues to wear it as a reminder of what she's lost.



Puppetmaster:

Name:
Erin Elizabeth Sanders

Nickname(s):
N/A

Age:
20

Personality:
Erin is a sweetheart but a bitch at the same time. She doesn’t trust anyone that comes near her. She can be very sassy and outspoken if she doesn’t like someone that is near her.

Bio:
Erin was an only child in this huge family she had. She enjoyed being the only child because she was spoiled rotten by her parents. Her life was great. Erin was wanting to become an author. She loved writing stories. Fictional and non-fiction. But then everything changed once the apocalypse happened. Her whole family died from it. Erin was the only one that was left. She had to learn survival skills very quickly. How to make weapons out of any type of material she could find in the world. Erin’s trust issues intensified by 1000. Because she felt like anyone could turn on her at any moment.



Puppetmaster:

Name:
Wells Adler

Nickname(s):
N/A

Age:
23

Personality:
Wells is very reserved. He likes to keep to himself. But sometimes Wells is an open book. And that’s usually what gets him in trouble.

Bio:
Wells was born into a very rich family. But Wells still had to fight for everything he wanted in life. Wells always thought it was bullshit that it had to be like that. But it taught him to not to depend on anyone. Then when the zombie invasion happened and that was when everything changed for Wells.



Puppetmaster:

Name:
Evangeline Merqoi

Nickname(s):
Eva

Age:
22

Personality:
Emotionally closed off for the most part and may sometimes come off as mean, Cautious, Curious, Slow to trust but when she does she is extremely loyal (loyal to a fault kind of thing)

Bio:
As the adopted daughter of two marines, Eva always looked up to her father's and worked hard to be like them. By the time she was a teen, she'd convinced them to train her to use all the weapons they knew how to use and to fight like a marine. Before she'd graduated high school she applied to join and scored high enough on her ADSVAB to be accepted. By the time the apocalypse hit, one of her father's had been terminally ill and passed away, she and her living father had still been grieving when the apocalypse hit and took him away from her too.



Puppetmaster:

Name:
Chiles Christian

Nickname(s):
Cici

Age:
23

Personality:
Sheepish/Shy, Sweetheart, People-watcher, Intelligent

Bio:
Chiles is the twin sister of Marcella and her opposite in almost every way. The two girls have always been close though and been there for the other. Their parents died when they were seventeen and so they kind of had to look out for the other. Before the zombies and "end of the world" Chiles was waitress at the local diner and had loved to at least serve people and watch them.



Puppetmaster:

Name:
Marcella Christian

Nickname(s):
Marci

Age:
23

Personality:
Bouncy/Bubbly, Loving, Sweet, Playful

Bio:
Marcella is the twin sister of Chiles and the one everyone usually calls "sun" or "day" because of how bubbly and outgoing she is. Her sister actually is her best friend and balances her out when it is needed. She was actually the one to hold Marci together when their parents died, though Cici doesn't know it. Before "shit hit the fan" and it became "the end of the world", Marcella was a dancer and bartender. It was a way for her to have fun and to be able to "shine" with her bubbly demeanor and to make others feel special.



Puppetmaster:

Name:
Elias Baker

Nickname(s):
Eli

Age:
29

Personality:
Cold, calculating, unsure, doesn't trust anybody

Bio:
Elias went through his entire school life not focusing on much outside of his academics, but when he graduated, he didn't go to college or enter a trade school. Instead, he worked hard to become a military man, serving in the army. During a routine patrol with some of his companions, the men and woman were caught off guard by a group of the undead, and Elias found himself separated from them.



Puppetmaster:

Name:
Nicholas William Hunter

Nickname(s):
Nick

Age:
28

Personality:
Rash, reckless and impulsive. He acts tough but is actually soft-hearted underneath.

Bio:
Nick was a cop before the apocalypse, losing his partner at the start of the outbreak in one of the first reported attacks, where his partner was bitten by a person that ran into their car. The two had gotten out to check on the guy they had hit, when the downed guy jumped up and attacked his partner, biting off a chunk off of his throat, causing Nick to quickly shoot the psycho, not realizing it was something worse until after the zombie got back up again.


Before anyone could get a grasp on the situation, shit had hit the fan and the government collapsed soon after, with individuals fighting to survive and banding together into small groups. Things further deteriorated giving rise to violent gangs, leading to lawlessness, so now Nick goes around trying to stop any gangs he runs into, while offering help to any survivors along the way, still wanting to do his duty to the people.


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Kitiki_Anemara

Mourning_Glory

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BeautyFromPain-

Mourning_Glory

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Burning_HeartDesdemona   298d ago

[center [b [i Day 1]]]

[b [center "Yes, mom, I'll be over soon, okay? I still have to wrap your gift."]]

[center Desdemona sighed as her mother scolded her for going out and buying her a birthday present, especially so early. [b "I don't care. You deserve something nice and I hadn't had a chance to get anything sooner. I knew if I went and got it this morning then I could have it wrapped and bring it as soon as you went on your lunch break. Now, no more arguing. I'll see you in a bit, okay? I love you."] After a defeated "I love you, too," the line went dead. Desi set her phone down in the passenger seat before running a hand through her hair. Who knew the woman could be so stubborn? Had Desdemona forgot a gift, she would've been heartbroken and they both knew it, even if the older woman wouldn't admit it.]

[center She drove down the highway, looking away just a moment so she could turn the radio up just a bit. An emergency broadcast started sounding, but she never got to hear what the beginning of it was. Without warning, there was the screeching of tires in front of her, and it took all she had to avoid the car the had come to a sudden stop. She herself ended up on the shoulder, panting as the man on the radio spoke. She was so focused on the truck that she didn't pay attention to what he was saying. Instead, she rolled down her window, poking her head out. [b "Hey, are you out of your fucking mind?! You could've killed someone!"]]

[center She froze as she saw inside the windshield, which was covered in blood. By now, more cars had stopped, and the driver of a nearby SUV had slid out, approaching the truck. Desdemona's heart sank as she watched the woman knock on the window. Everything happened so fast, she had no time to process it. The driver of the truck had pushed his door open, holding his neck before collapsing to the ground. She could see the blood that covered him, but that wasn't what scared her. What scared her was the female passenger, who followed right behind him, taking the other woman down with her and biting into her face.]

[center Desi didn't wait to see what happened next. She set to rolling her window up and stepping on the gas. Panic was setting in as she grabbed her phone, her hands shaking as she redialed her mother. [b "Mom? Whatever you do, don't go outside, okay? I don't know what's going on, but I can tell you-"] A scream cut her off, soon followed by something squishy sounding. She dropped the phone on the floor before pulling over once she got off the highway. She sat in stunned silence as the radio played the same message over and over again.]

[center [i [b Emergency Broadcast Message. Issued by the United States Government. This is not a drill. The supposed dead are rising and attacking those around them. Please stay in your homes, lock the doors, and keep calm. Arm yourselves, board up the windows...]]]

[center The message seemed to fade into the background as Desi tried to process what she was hearing. It all felt like a bad dream. The people on the highway, her mothers' scream, the message...]

[center She jumped a car ahead of her slammed into another, the crash snapping her out of her daze. She couldn't try to deny it at this point.]

[center This was the end of the world, and Desdemona had just lost the only person that mattered to her.]

[center [pic https://imgur.com/6Opfdjb.jpg]]

[center [b [i Day 182]]]

[center Desi woke to the sound of something crashing downstairs. A chill ran down her spine as her blood ran cold. She began to question if she had locked the door, though she didn't think it would've mattered since she knew she'd placed the large entertainment center in front of it. However, she wasn't about to take the chance. Sliding out of the bed, she snagged the machete leaning against the wall, tiptoeing across the floor towards the door.]

[center Each movement felt heavy now, as she did her best to be quiet as she opened the door and moved down the stairs. She could hear something scratching in what sounded like the kitchen, which made her heart pound against her chest. Pressing herself against the wall, she raised the weapon, taking a deep breath before rounding the corner, preparing herself for whatever foe she came to face to face with.]

[center She paused as she stared at the empty kitchen, frowning. On the floor sat a pot that she had used the night before, upside down. She glanced around, wondering what could've made it fall, when she heard the scratching sound again, coming from inside the lower cabinets. Gripping the blade in one hand, she slowly walked over, throwing it open. She cried out as a opossum hissed at her, backing further into the empty space.]

[center Letting out a sigh of relief, she slowly closed the door, allowing her newfound friend the privacy it so desperately wanted. Knowing that she had probably made too much noise, she hurried back upstairs, strapping the blade to her pants with its holster. She grabbed the yellow backpack that sat on the floor, opening it up and checking everything she had inside, frowning. She hadn't realized the night before that she was running so low on supplies, which meant that she would have to go find a store and see what she could grab.]

[center Throwing the bag over her shoulder, she threw her hair up in a high ponytail, checking the now-broken watch on her wrist. A sharp pang hit her stomach and she had to take a deep breath to keep from tearing up. With one last look around the room, she left, making her way downstairs. She didn't bother the creature that had found a temporary home as she moved to the front door, pushing the entertainment stand away from it and poking her head outside.]

[center The street seems deserted, which was both comforting and terrifying. When one couldn't see the undead out and about, it meant that they could be hiding just about anywhere. Steeling her nerves, she slipped out, shutting the door quietly behind her. Sticking to the sidewalk, Desi began making her trip, the first stop being the first store she came across.]

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