Steph’s Comments (group member since Dec 03, 2016)

Steph’s comments from the The Apocalypse Begins group.

Chello

Jesse didn't have enough time to react to the board that hitting his chest. He flew back, falling into a stack of boxes. He grunted, looking for his machete. He spotted two girls. They were young. "Who the hell are you?" Jesse asked in an annoyed tone.

Cool characters.

Jesse stopped staring at the picture of Maycee at the sound of a whisper. He picked up his machete, wiping the tears from his face, and opening the closet door.

Chello Kavy

You can join. The more the merrier.

You can

Is uncle pete's shack okay?

I'm ready, Elizabeth. (can I call you Liz?)

Name: Jesse Tate

Age: 21

Race: African-American

Hair: Black dreads

Eyes: Dark brown

Height: 6'1

Weight: 167

Favorite Weapon: Machete

Deceased Family/Friends: Jesse's girlfriend was bitten by a runner. He was forced to kill her. He doesn't know his family.

Bitten? (yes/no): No

Living Family: Maybe

Group Members: None

Skills: Combat, using his machete

Weaknesses: He often begins to get lost in thought of his dead girlfriend.

History: Jesse had never known his real family. He was raised in an orphanage until he was 18 and then thrown out. His foster mom never told him anything about his parents. She may have not known herself. Before the apocalypse, he worked McDonald's, barely keeping enough money to pay rent for him and his girlfriend, Maycee. Maycee had always wanted children, but Jesse refused because he didn't have the money to care for a child. When the apocalypse began, Jesse and Maycee stayed clear of the infected and other survivors for a long time until Maycee was bitten by a runner. Jesse did everything he could to help Maycee, but she told him to kill her. So he did. Ever since, Jesse has ventured on his own, killing anyone and thing that comes into his path.

Other:

I'll RP with you. Hold on, I'll make a new character.

Great character. Excited for Robyn.

Cool. You'll be perfect here.

"Father?" Freddie asked, not sure if she meant her actual father. He picked up the bag and threw it over his shoulders.

"Alright, bro." Freddie replied, a slight smile appearing across his face. He let his grip on his broomstick fade.

"I'm 14. Or at least last time I checked." Freddie said, staring into the girl's eyes. He couldn't remember how he was. He was surprised he remembered his name. "You?" he asked, his hands turning white from gripping the broomstick to hard.

He was hesitant to accept the girls offer, but he decided to go with the girl. He took the rope and began to climb up, his hands shaking from nervousness.

Freddie whipped his head around, watching the runner fall right before it reached him. He impaled it with his broomstick to make sure it was dead. Or at least dead again. He looked up, noticing the girl.

Freddie stumbled back at the sound of the gunshot. He picked up his broomstick, ready to attack any of the infected or survivors.

Cool, thx.