Into my nightmares... A mystery/ horror RP

[qster]

-PLOT-
My name is Mason Clarige
I am a script writer for horror films
Our current film is on an island that is full of swamps and forests
It is about a disease that infects people causing the victim to go insane
Most people call this Zombification
I think it is becoming a reality
The director and the rest of the film crew have been teken by the virus
My wife and son are missing too
I am the only one I know of on this island that is normal
If anyone is out there, we have to help each other to get outta here
The only boat off the island set off in a storm, heading back to Rhode Island
Planes are scarce, the ones I noticed go to fast to notice me
Cell phones and other technology is useless here, no reception
Again, if anyone is out there, we have to help each other if we want to make it out of here alive

-RULES-
I. No godmodding
II. If you are bitten by a host or killed, you are now infected
III. Everyone starts on their own. No exceptions
IV. Please be logical when it comes to weaponry
V. You cannot kill other people without their permission
VI. No laptops, cell phones, or any thing that helps communicate. Morse code is an exception

-CURRENT CAST-
qster-Mason Clarige
Ami-Chan- Sky Moonhawk
Ta-Chan- Allison Quirkly
Ta-Chan- Felicia Smith
TheDoomOreo- David Valenine
TheDoomOreo- Kevin Baker

NOTE: This is joinable at any time, just go to the OOC and Sign-ups.

[qster]

June 11th 2009
9:20 PM
I have been on this island since May 5th, the plague struck the island on May 27th. So far I haven't had any luck finding my wife, my son, or any survivors for that matter, just those who are infected. Earlier today around 7:00 PM, I found a deserted cabin which I found a handgun and a set of matches. I hope it just lasts me a couple days. At 4:00 AM, I had a run in with a group of "Scavengers", a special bunch of infected that have a talent for salvaging things. They are about my speed, and are lowly hostile, that's why I call them that. Anyway, I haven't slept for a couple days so i am feeling drowsy, let's hope I live til tommorow.

[qster]

June 11th 2009
6:52 PM
Last night was horrible. I fell asleep in the bed in the shelter I found and half an hour, at 10:30 PM, I awoke to a silent clicking noise. Then, about 5 minutes later, that sound grew into a large, grinding sound, like when a bulldozer passes over a rocky clearing. I looked out the window only to see a pair of bright, eye-stinging light. The light grew closer and the noise grew louder. The light, which was actually a huge, monstrous, bulldozer covered in vines, making its way through the wall like a ghost. I rolled out of the way only to see the driver had run off, so I pulled out my flashlight and my handgun, trembling as I approached the door. I reached for the knob, slowly turning it, and quickly pulled out the gun after the door opened. I heard the shaking of branches and the crashing of bushes as I swiftly chased the cowardly driver. I reached a dense brush of plants, where I heard the sound of breathing all around me. I slowly turned around all around me, finding a group of "Enforcers", a swift type of zombies that are brutally powerful. I pointed my gun and flashlight through the trees where I met eyes with one. I sho my handgun in all directions, making sure I killed them. I heard a bunch of noises: the hising of those that were still alive, the falls of those that I killed, and the harsh breathing all around me. I carefully took aim at each of the ones that were in the trees, making sure they joined their fallen. After the brutal scene, a pool of blood surrounded me. I either killed them all, or the survivors ran off in fear, I didn't stick around to find out. I find it strange that the creatures still hunt during the day. I decided to make a fire for tonight for safety.

[Ta-Chan]

-Allison-

Allison stepped off the boat. It was a boring trip for her as she was rowing the boat calmly. She watched the water flow against the edge of the row boat. Allison looked toward the near-by dock. A thin wave of fog circled the dock. Allison loved the creepy vibe she got from the island. She hoped it would override the obvious headache her new parents were sure to be. She finally landed at the dock. As she left the boat she took her brown bag and slung it over her shoulder. The environment wasn't going to change her outlook on the life she would live on the island, however. Sadly, her new mother would drive her insane.

-Felicia-

I was bursting with delight the day she came.
"Oh! I cannot wait to teach her to cook! She will be such a wonderful cook!" I had exclaimed to my husband. He just stared at me kindly and said,
"...And I'm sure she will become the second best cook in the world, other than you, Of course." He smiled and took me in his warm arms and kissed me passionately.
"I'm off to pick some flowers for the table; You be good, you hear?" I said before kissing him once more and leaving out the door. The flower patch was quite a ways away from the house, but the walk was so beautiful that it was worth it.
I realize now, that meeting that girl was one of the worst things I could have done...

[qster]

June 17th 2009
2:35 PM
This week has gone by smoothly, I found a new shelter, a weeks worth of food, and found out more about the relationships between the types of zombies. I classified 2 more types: Creepers and Leaders. Creepers are very quick and have a high attack property, while leaders are usually defensive and slow. The new shelter I found is near the coastline so that way if any new visitors come to the island, I can warn them of the disease plagueing the island. A couple days ago I saw a girl getting off a boat with a large brown bag over her shoulder. I warned her of the disease but I think she might have thought I was just crazy.

[Zaphod Beeblebronx]

David leaned his head out of the the room and looked down the hallway. It was quiet, way too quiet. Usually the school was noisy and bustling with activity. He slipped out of the room a closed the door quietly, he didn't want to disturb the silence. He hears a screech at the end of the hallway. A student starts running at David raised his gun.
"Stop! Who are you?"

The Student kept running at him.

"I mean it! Stop!!

David pulled the trigger and the bullet hit the student in the arm. The student didn't even pause. It kept running for him.

"What the fuck! What are you?"

David Aimed for its head and pulled the trigger. The student instantly dropped.
What is going on?

[qster]

Uh, dude, wrong RP.

[Zaphod Beeblebronx]

Which one?

[qster]

Never mind.