USADR (United States Army Department of Research) LOCATION: UG 819 (Underground Station 819) TIME: 03:30 (3:30 AM) DATE: APR 3, 2014 INPUT ID: DR. ELWOOD TYPE: VIDEO As the recording flared on the screen Dr. Elwood sighed deeply. "This is day six with the new serum. Mortality rate has lessened, however agression is on the raise." His gaze shifted slowly to his left as a thougtful look crosses his aging face. He slide his hand through his mid length Graying hair. "I am requesting more subjects. Perhaps overhauling the program, and starting over with insects once more is our best option. These rats seem too large a leap. This is Dr. Elwood signing off." The doctor was quick to end the video. As he pressed send Dr. Elwood's eyes slowly fell to his hands. He knew that his request would come with ridicule, but was sure to get his results this time. USADR LOCATION: UG819 TIME: 19:42 (7:42 PM) DATE: APR 14, 2014 INPUT ID: DR. ELWOOD TYPE: TEXT Today we had a break through. Not only have the cells begun reconstruction, but have also begun mutation based on environment. I will be refering to this serum as S-382B in all future reports. Currently subjects appear to enter a catatonic state while under going cellular reconstruction. So far subject seem to develop a strengthened exoskeleton, a ten percent increase of strength, and the most intricate hive mind I have ever seen. Allow me to explain. As one subject is exposed to an untimely demise the other subjects seem to feel its "pain", and attempt to travel to its location. I will keep you up to date sir. LOCATION: UG819 SUBBASEMENT 3 TIME: 13:00 (1:00 PM) DATE: APR 15, 2014 The assistant shifted in his seat. He had just pull a batch of flies whom had been infused is S-382B. To his eyes the prefectly healthy specimens were now still as death. Looking of his shoulder the young man checked to see if he was be watched. Satisfied he turned back, and gave the glass box a violent shake. "If you little shit eater don't wake up I am going to fir....... There's an idea." Quickly he moved to the waste shoot. Discreetly the man tossed the glass box inside, and returned to his work. As the box fell down the shoot it bounced from surface to surface. Cracking and popping the glass cage slowly broken open. By the time it reached the trash incinerator the flies had been freed. Clearing the flames some quickly fell due to heat, however a hand full had found the exhaust vent. Raising with the smoke, and heat those flies shot through the exhaust port, and into the open world. They were free, and took to the first wind. Those simple insects flew hundreds of miles carried by the wind. To a large farm before their life span ended in a feeding trough for a group of pigs. Could this be the start of something horrible. Only time would tell. Perhaps had the pigs not been eating then the event to fallow may never have come to pass. OK. So this is a zombie thread. My zombies however are not truely the undead. They are infected with a rapidly adaptable virus. Which can develope a means of over coming any situation. I would like the players for the most part to be in New York city. I don't have alot of rules just please at least one post a day, please shoot me a character sheet before joining, and no god modding please. TYPES OF ZOMBIES: check back often. BASIC INFECTED - Fast, but clumsy. These spread the infection through bodily fuilds. Tend to swarm, and work as one due to the shared mind. CHARACTER SHEET NAME: AGE: PROFESSION: BODY TYPE: APPEARENCE: SKILLS: (would like at least 3) BIO: (Optional) NAME: Erick Gunler AGE: 20 PROFESSION: Amateur parkor, and street artist. BODY TYPE: Athletic with narrow frame. 5' 10" APPEARENCE: Jet Black shoulder length hair tied in a pony tail. With Green eyes, and a long cut scar down his left cheek. Due to his narrow frame, and long hair Erick tend to get picked on for having a girlish look to him. SKILLS: Monkey (If it can be climbed it probably has been.) Mountain goat (Scaling obstacles by jumping is always fun) Slacker (Looks like you over slept again..... Oh well there is always tomorrow.) Creative (I may not know what it is, but I love it.) Rolling out of bed Erick looked at his clock. "Well........ I guess I'm fired." He sighed as he thought about how he could ditch his land lord till he could find another job. He fell back on his bed, and had intended to let sleep take him once more. That is until the sound of an irritable apartment manager could be heard shouting at another tenant. Grabbing the nearest shirt he flung it on while climbing out the nearest window and on to the fire escape. Six flights and he was free until tonight. He stopped, and realized he left his back pack up stairs. "Son of a." Grabbing the rail Erick spun about, and began taking the stairs two at a time hoping to get to his run down crap hole before the Middle Eastern devil of a manager kicked in his door. Coming to his window he was met with dismay as he found the window had locked itself due to the new saftly latch that he felt was put in thanks to his antics. Deciding he had no more time to linger he booked it back down the stairs, and onto the street getting soaked into the crowds. Reaching into his pockets he had hoped for his wallet, however that to was in his home. "What a great day this is going to be..." Just a few hours later Erick had hoped to simply swipe a few bucks to eat by simply lightening a few pockets. He never did so from the less fortunate looking lot, but these stiffs would never miss it. He found his first few pockets easy enough, and just needed a few more tens, or maybe twenty. He slide up behind a man in a suit who was leaning on a lamp post. Erick slide his hand up to try for the mans pocket when he felt the clasp of cold metal. "Well look at what I caught." Erick's hand was jurked up, and he was spun about. "Hey come on man it wasn't what you think!" The other clasp of the hand cuffs went around his other hand. "Yeah yeah yeah, let me guess you would never have done it to a cop." "Nah man I was just tryin to feel you-" He was cut off as he was forced to the ground while the officer called it in. The day moved slow from there till he got his phone call. He punched in the only number he could think of. Once he heard the voice on the other end he felt better. "Hey man..... I'm in a bitt of trouble.