<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">This thread is for the group role play <i>Zombie High</i> for myself, LadyYunaFFX2, Eldrithe Whisperwind, Rauk, and Raze.  The general theme of the story is that of a modern-day zombie apocalypse befalling a college campus and the struggle of a lucky few students who have manged to avoid infestation.  Our <a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=55768">Character Profiles</a> thread will give you a little bit of insight on our characters that might help ease you into the story.<br/>
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We are currently accepting one final <b>female</b> addition to the cast.  If interested, feel free to express your interest in our <a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=55747">OOC Thread</a>.  Enough explaining!  On with the show!</span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span>​</div><br/><i>'What the hell is going on?'</i>That was the only question that was running through the mind of young<a class="link link--external" href="http://wallpapersus.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/jeans-guns-weapons-fantasy-art-desert-eagle-udonnodu-amine.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Victoria Valentine</a>at that moment.  The day had started off so normal.  She had woken up early, as she always did and had a normal breakfast.  She had gone to her World History class that morning, taken an early lunch, and gone to her advanced mathematics class that afternoon.  After that, she had headed off to the college gymnasium for cheer leading practice.  It had been a normal Monday for her.<br/><br/>Now, however, she was cowering in the sports utility closet with a Louisville slugger that she had found in the baseball section of the large walk-in closet.  To make matters worse, she wasn't even in her street clothes.  Before she had noticed that something was horribly awry, she had already been to the locker room and changed into her<a class="link link--external" href="http://comicsandcosplay.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/177300_492679057419069_977462144_o.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">cheer</a><a class="link link--external" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fP4buuvyATY/U0Wyubz0RVI/AAAAAAAADBc/5bdnxkO_VKk/s1600/Destiny-Tobias+Roybal+Photography+2.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">leading</a><a class="link link--external" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9ZJQPpneGE/UqBj6s9xuFI/AAAAAAAABKw/WnFy1x1Dz8k/s1600/902783_574794219207552_1935957605_o.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit</a>.  She had been in that closet like that for the better part of an hour and a half now, stunned by what she had seen and locked in a sate of complete disbelief.  This kind of shit did not happen in real life.  This kind of shit only happened in the horror movies that her friends were always trying to drag her off to see.  If she was being punked then she was going to take this bat upside somebody's head.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, young Tori was not being punked.  The San Romero University had been in the area that had been affected by an accidental weapons discharged by the local military sciences base of the United States government.  This weapon was a biological spore that was designed to enter the body through the respiratory system, at which point it would become dormant.  Only through death would the spore begin to affect the host body by jump-starting the central nervous system and returning the host corpse to an non-sentient and hyper-aggressive form of animated cadaver with an insatiable hunger and drive to consume living flesh - or 'zombie' in laymen terms.  The government, of course, would not admit to have caused such a disaster and now San Romero, California, was becoming a den of zombies.  That still wasn't even the worst part.  This spore had been distributed to multiple military bases worldwide and it was proving highly unstable and difficult to contain.  Many other sites had been infected across the globe.<br/><br/>Tori didn't know any of this, of course.  She had been going about her normal Monday routine; none-the-wiser that the world around her was about to start falling apart.  When she crawled out of bed this morning and took her morning shower, she would have never guessed that she would have seen three of her cheer squad peers attack and start to eat their coach alive.  It was an eye-opening experience.  Victoria had always joked that she'd be the first to die in the zombie apocalypse but here she was with a bad and a drive to survive.  She was more of a fighter than she thought!  of course, given the current situation, that was not nearly as comforting of a thought as it should have been.