/Character/ had turned.
They had been stuck as a Walker for a long time, but for some reason they weren't fully- well..a Walker.
They where still sentient though...they couldn't talk but they where still able to hear and see and- well basically anything they could do before as a human-
But as a Walker..they didn't know why but at least they where safe to wonder..
Speaking of they where just wondering around the city looking for some type of food, maybe a raccoon was around that they could catch.
But /character/ attention was caught by the sound of gun fire coming from the old college campus that was near by.
A group of survivors didn't sound all too good. They screamed to much- but whatever the others could kill before they started screaming he'd eat
They followed the horde of zombies the gunfire had attracted and was in the far back though, barley noticeable.
But once they caught sight of who was shooting at the horde they immediately hid within an old security guard station.
It was their old group. Why out of all the hundred people left on this sad plant did it have to be them!?
They couldn't see them like this! The whole reason they left the group in the middle of the night was to hide the fact they where bit!
What are they gonna do!? How do they get out without being spotted.
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The crafting dead roleplay book
RandomThe cover is a wip I'm working on the other one Don't worry. Anyway this is my new rp book- why? I wanted to remake it cause my old rp book was trash honestly But anyway this one is going to be one where you can suggest rp's on one page, there will...