Ventus' Zombieland

()= Ven talking in everyone's heads in an extremely creepy voice
(Welcome all to the terrifying realm of ZOMBIELAND! Choose your fate and path...)
A form appears in front of all there changing their amorphous appearence as they fill it in it says.
Name:
Species:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Specialty (Weapon): Melee, Long-ranged, explosives, traps, sheilds
Specialty (Skill) : Medic, Warrior, Immune, Ranger, Strategist

<I will explain further once someone signs up>

Name: Leo
Species: Half-Nobody
Gender: male
Appearance: Looks like a boy in a Black jacket with a Skull and cross bones design on the back, Black jeans, a ear ring(just one),Black sneakers, and a Solid black shirt, He has Sea green eyes, and Zack Fair's hair style

Personality: Calm
Specialty (Weapon): Mid ranged weapons and explosives
Specialty (Skill) : Medic, and Dragoon Heart

<So, we just put up one of our characters?>

Name: Necro
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, wears a black version of the Sith Stalker helmet from Star Wars: Tye Force Unleashed.
Personality: A loner, doesn't often take help unless absolutely necessary.
Specialty (Weapon): Melee
Specialty (Skill) : Warrior

<guess so>

Name: Nathan
Species: Human (Former Nobody)
Gender: Male
Appearance: A 17-Year old boy with black moptopish hair, wearing a black coat with red fire and darkness resistent clothes underneath. Wears black pants.
Personality: Nathan is a split soul. He loves his friends and would do anything for them.
Specialty (Weapon): Short-Ranged
Specialty (Skill) : Strategist/Warrior

<Something from the top of my head:>
Name: Balaur
Species: Dragon/human (Cuz dragons are ****ing badass)
Gender: M
Appearance: Skin is tinged red, fairly tall, thin for his age.
Personality: Generally obedient, but when he gets p'd, he goes off the wall.
Specialty (Weapon): Fire.
Specialty (Skill) : can grow wings and fly, grow claws, all that dragon-y good stuff.

*dumps all characters into a zombie infested NYC*
(You must survive and reach Los Angeles. Good luck.)

Balaur: Wait, why are all these people-*is buried*
<I just decided Balaur is from NYC anyway>

I stood up and look around. "and how do we do that, without weapons"

<This is in novel mode for me and in first person cause i like it>

Balaur: Well, could you get me out from under here?

(Use your enviroment and your ingenuity to survive along with this. *gives each a never ending roll of duct tape*)
<In other words, fight with whatever is handy.>

<So you're the creator but won't take part. Nice>
Balaur: Umph! *body falls in front of face*

I took the tape and helped Baluar up. "Tape...I geuss with some tools i can use this" I said

Balaur: Thanks. I notice you aren't freaked out. You must be really well traveled. As for me, I guess I should head to LA. You coming?

"Do you think im stinking around here in a ghost town" I said before slipping the tape in my jacket.

Balaur: Ghost town? This is New York. A heavily zombie New York, but it's still a huge city!

"Zombie's,monster same thing, hit'em hard enough and They die again" I said

Balaur: I guess so. Wanna set out then?

I nodded and walked down the street.

Balaur: So then. Where are all these zombies? I don't see any.

I shushed him. "You'll Jinx it" I said

<Who controls the zombies again?>
Balaur: Yeah right. I still don't see any. <I forgot to mention his thick Joey Wheeler accent. I know, it's a Brooklyn accent, but specifically, he sounds like Joey Wheeler>

<Haar, did you by any chance watch the CartoonNetwork movie Firebreather? Anyway, I don't think Balaur's gonna last long. Rule #3 of a zombie apocalypse: Never light a zombie on fire. The only thing worse than an army of undead hordes is an army of undead hordes on fire.>

Necro walked past Balaur and<I forgot who else, lol>without noticing them, he began to walk towards the Brooklyn Bridge, prepared for anything that came his way.

I glared at him. "Dude if we make it to LA without seeing a Zombie im killing you myself" I said

<That's where I got the idea, but this character is completely different>

Balaur: Not like I did anything. If I wanted, I could grow wings and fly, but I feel like saving you a few times on the way.