A Walking Dead Fan-Fic by TNT Lee
I am looking for 16 people to start a Walking Dead story. I will add more people as I need them. So please feel free to make a character, one and all. Tell me your name, occupation, gender, age and a little back history. Please make it realistic when it comes to names and occupation. No special powers or magic. There will be voting when choices need to be made. This story will be like the TV show as it will be more dialogue and character growth with the action and tense situations. Let's just say I am a big fan of the way Tarantino writes and makes his movies. Decided to do this in my free time away from my Screenwriting class. One spot is filled, as Ragin_Blades character is automatically in the story. LOL Let's have some fun.
Warning: May contain harsh language at times as well as graphic violence.
Warning: May contain harsh language at times as well as graphic violence.
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Gender: Male
Age: 14
Back story: Austin is an outgoing teenage boy and always tries to take care of people he loves. His father died in a car crash right before the apocalypse started. He's a pretty sly and clever boy and can scavenge when needed.
First time doing this. Am I doing this right?
It wont be too late will it?
Name: Patrick
Occupation: High School Student
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Back story: After his parent's divorced when he was 13, he kept to himself. He fell into depression and doesn't have many friends. He was at his school when the outbreak struck. Everyone rushed out. He ran as fast as he could home, and waited there. No one returned home, and he assumed his mother, and sister were dead. He got his head together and doesn't feel emotions anymore. He has just arrived home(near the area of the story) finding none of his family all alone, getting ready for the tough times ahead. (Can join a group shortly after)
Personality: He is quiet, has trouble socializing, and will usually be the loner of the group. He's intelligent, agile, and strong when he needs to be. He hates work, but he does it if necessary.Nothing scares, sickens, or affects him. He tries to do what is morally right, even if it means risking his life. He speaks up when he thinks he should and is not afraid to start fighting. He will sacrifice his life for those he truly cares about.
Appearance: Short black hair, brown eyes but they look black, usually frowning. Usually wears a sweater with a hood, shorts, and running shoes.
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(It's me, lol)
Age/Occupation: 24/College Student
Backstory: Due to his parents' military background, he spent most of life all around the country, eventually settling down in the military base at Warner Robbins in Georgia. It was during class that the outbreak started. Not even a military base was safe enough for the onslaught of "walkers" (as he jokingly calls them so). He lost his parents, most of his friends, and one of the few places he called a home. After 13 days of surviving in a slowing-overrun military base with two others, he packed as many supplies in a duffle bag as possible and set out on the changed streets of Georgia.
Personality: Because of constantly being relocated, Desmond's had a hard time keeping friends around. But the friends he does have enjoy his presence due to his ability of "keeping things light". Very book-smart and makes references to all the books he enjoyed the most. When not making fun of the situations he finds himself in, he has a problem of staying silent for too long and will always make comments on things he finds interesting. The only time he doesn't feel the need to be in a joking mood is when trouble arises. At this point, Desmond begins to think very carefully about how his actions could lead and/or hinder others. Because of this, he is often asked for an opinion on what should happen next and is used to diffuse a (potentially) hostile situation.
Appearance: Black military cut, light facial hair, brown eyes. Wears khaki cargo pants, a white and blue striped shirt under a grey hoodie, a black camping backpack, and red, white and black Nike shoes.
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Personality: Brave, Cool, Funny and a Good shooter
Backstory: Lee's backstory but without my parents working In a Drug store.
Name: Lee
Age: Eh, I guess late 20's or early 30's
Personality: For this story I'll put calm, cool, collective. A born leader but usually the Lone Wolf, doesn't mind working with a team that can communicate and have each others backs though. Sarcastic and witty, likes to make people laugh, will be friends with just about anybody, doesn't judge anyone and respects those who give respect back. Willing to help those in need, Fearless and tough, if he has to fight or get somewhere/something he will usually do it in a sneaky manner and avoid making a big mess, by the time they realize something is up I'll be long gone.
Backstory: Ex Hitman. I had a contract to kill a man, they offered me more money than usual, which was weird, but I didn't question it. On my mission, I uncovered the truth about my agency, which was basically an inside terrorist organization, not only that but as soon as I completed my mission, the pilot was to terminate me and it was basically a suicide mission. My target informed me about it and he had all the evidence to prove it. I went rogue and helped him escape. I went back and got revenge on my former boss by putting a bullet in between his eyes. I exposed the agency and they were shut down. A few weeks later the ZA starts.
Name: Adam
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Backstory: Adam grew up in a nice home, he got good grades in school, went to college, got a job on a Movie Studio and lived a happy life.
He was about to get married and live the perfect life, but the apocalypse started. His wife was killed, and he tries to hide his feelings about her so he won't be a liability. Adam is going to try his best to survive in this new world and have his old life back.
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Backstory: Reiner was married with a child before the apocalypse, but a month before the dead started walking, his wife left him and took his son with her, due to him being a heavy alcoholic and wanting a better life for their kid. He was devastated after they left, and promised himself to stop with the drinking, but he didn't even have time to do that, since he had to deal with the apocalypse. He was a police detective before the turn, and is very intelligent, clever and can analyze and draw conclusions quickly after sensing an odd situation. He knows body language as well, and has a good bullshit detector, he knows basic combat and shooting skills, and tends to make jokes and being sarcastic when feeling people around him losing hope. He is a good man, but can be very vulgar and violent when he starts drinking. He hates racism, and can come to beating the shit out of people who make racist comments. He currently searches for his wife and son.
28 yrs old, 6'7, 340 pounds. Has a mohawk and tattoos all over his jacked up body.
Was a underground fighter. His friend Onyx, who also was his manager, was killed by an assassin. Bone found the man who hired the assassin and got little information out of him before killing him. This put Bone in prison. He has a high IQ even though he looks like a thug. He is very perceptive and can read lips.
His mission is to find the assassin and kill hi If the assassin is dead, than he wants to see the body.
He is kinda quiet but will engage in conversation. Get on his bad side and it is best you steer clear.
Bill Beretta, 26, he worked as a gun shop owner after he dropped out of the marines, he's good in hand to hand combat but he loses his temper easily with others.
Age:19
Gender: Female
Backstory: Lived in an orphanage until she ran away at age 16. Got a job as a maid, and became a good thief, although she only stole when she absolutely needed to. Made extra money as a street fighter.
Personality: Is generally warm hearted, unless she has reason for suspicion. Is a very good liar, as she can recognize patterns very easily. Can be very manipulative if needed, and if angered, will often try to solve the problem with violence.
Appearance: 5'10, curvy, yet skinny, body, long, thick, dark brown hair, large eyes that are light brown, but are more often referred to as gold, small nose, has a bigger bottom lip. Is very beautiful, and will use that to her advantage if needed.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Backstory: Rural man with a medical degree. Lived in a small town with his boyfriend Chase before the apocalypse.
Personality: Very kind and outgoing, yet realistic. He views everything both emotionally and practically, taking all matters into consideration.
Appearance: 6'3, muscular, and has short, black hair along with hazel eyes that stand out in the dark.
Name: Lloyd Quinton
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Backstory: Former truck driver, wife died in a crash, accidentally killed a man right before the apocalypse (some drunk who tried to kill him).
Personality: You respect him, he respects you. Kind of a Pete like character but quieter ,with some Last of Us Joel. He's not untrusting, just cautious. Good with guns, but can melee.
Appearance: 6'0, muscular, gray hair, sort of a Joel from the Last of Us hair style, sort of a Lee beard.
If your out of space, you can use him later if you want.
Sorry! Last edit!
He stood in the middle of the kitchen and took one last look around to make sure he got everything. Satisfied, he went into his mother's den and shut the door. He locked the door and pushed the heavy filing cabinet against it. He chose to stay in this room because it was built specifically for quiet. This is where his mom came to when she wanted to get away from the world or if she wanted to take a nip or two of her 1966 Briar Scotch. She thought she had fooled Patrick and his sister but they knew. The door and walls were made extra thick in case she had a "friend" over plus there was a bathroom in here and only one window , which was too high for the undead to reach.
He took inventory of what he had in his backpack. Enough food and water for five days, a compass, swiss army knife, duct tape, a map, some clothes and his mother's .44 Smith & Wesson. The gun was loaded plus he had 26 extra rounds. He zipped the pack back up and placed it by the window. Tomorrow night he was going to leave if his mom and sister didn't come back. Thinking that they might be one of those corpses walking around out there, feeding on a neighbor or someone else made him sick to his stomach. He ran to the bathroom and opened the door and screamed in horror. There on the floor were his mom and sister, naked and decapitated. Blood was everywhere and the smell was terrible.
He slammed the door shut and started sobbing. He had to grab his mother's desk to keep from falling down.
On her desk was today's newspaper which has little splatters of blood. But it wasn't the blood which caught his eye, it was the headline "Serial Killer, Toby Mabber aka Mister Smiley, Claimed 3 More Lives." Right next to the paper was a photo of his mom, sister and himself. Covering his mom and sister's face was a smiley face drawn in blood.
"Like my handiwork kid."
Patrick turned toward the voice and saw a man standing in the doorway of the bathroom. The man was about 5'9 and lean but muscular. He had white hair and mustache and a deformed nose, like some of it had been ripped off. He was holding a sickle and was grinning at Patrick. Smiley started to walk toward him. Patrick looked at the window. To reach it he would have to run by Smiley. He looked down at his mom's desk searching for a weapon. Lastly he looked at the door to the den which was blocked by the filing cabinet. It was like everything had slowed down as he was deciding what he wanted to do.
A) Rush toward the door to the den and ram into the filing cabinet with hopes of knocking it away from the door, and try to make it out the door.
B) Run toward the window, grabbing his backpack on the way, dodging Smiley and jumping through the window. Not knowing how many corpses were out there.
C) Quickly search his mom's desk in hopes finding some kind of weapon.
( I am just posting this one to see if it is ok with everyone when it comes to decision making and the story telling. Let me know and if everything is ok, make your decision. And I will continue and write the stories for everyone else.)
C) Quickly search his mom's desk in hopes finding some kind of weapon.