Furry-Within

Several months ago, A mysterious virus began spreading throughout the continent. No one is sure how it all began, and by now, nobody even cares. It can't be stopped, and there is only one thing left to do: Survive.

You are a lone survivor, half starved, tired and battered. Wandering the outskirts of a city, you hear off in the distance the telltale sound of other survivors. Should you go and seek companionship? Or are you willing to kill the living to stay alive? In this zombie infested nightmare, there is always one lesson that goes above all...

The living are far more dangerous than the dead.

CHARACTER SHEET SETUP
((This will be your introductory post, it will describe your character to the extent needed for this RP))

Name: (your character name here)
Age: (how old is your character?)
Species: (what are you?)
Gender: (just imagine professor oak asking this...)
Orientation: (hey, gotta throw this in... straight? gay? somewhere in between?)
Appearance: (describe what your character looks like)
General info: (give a brief summary of your character)
Arsenal: (what have you armed yourself with to survive? please note that this takes place in a generally MODERN setting... so no big ray guns or phasers...)

Good luck, and don't get bit! (we don't know if immunities to this thing exists!)

Name: Michael "Laffin'" Libretto
Age: 18
Species: Red Fox
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: A 5'9" lithe fox with a lanky, almost effeminate figure, with deep red fur (bordering on maroon in color, depending on the light) brown hair, and a pair of armless glasses. He's clothed in a dark work jacket, a camo t-shirt, and dark blue carpenter jeans.
General info: A somewhat nutty fox from wisconsin, he'd always had an affinity for weapons and old horror movies. Luckily, his unusually wide range of hobbies and interests kept him alive quite nicely once the infection began.
Arsenal: Aside from a backpack of loose oddities (including a large stash of rolls of duct tape), and a 2 quart canteen of water, the fox is carrying a stainless steel Colt Python .357 magnum revolver with a 6 inch barrel, rubber grip, and a silver 3-9x28mm bushnell pistol scope. A large IIT claw hammer is hanging from the tool loop on his jeans, and slung on his back is a Savage arms MkII GL rifle with a 3-9x32 bushnell rimfire scope. It may also be assumed that he carries at least a swiss army knife in one of his pockets.

Name:  Benjamin MacPhearson
Age:  25
Species:  Doberman
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Appearance:  Typical doberman fur pattern.  Strong build, although more toned for speed and endurance instead of built heavily for strength.  Hair is a few inches long, bangs reaching almost to his ice-blue eyes.  He typically prefers a pair of jeans and running shoes to allow for a bit more ease of motion and running if need be.  He wears a simple black hooded sweatshirt over a white T-shirt, trying to keep as light of clothing as possible.
General info:  Things had been rather normal in his life as a nurse in the local hospital's ER.  Sure, the occasional psych patient would come in with extremely aggressive behavior, but that was nothing strange.  However, he started to get a bit nervous when more and more cases of these patients were being brought in.  They'd try to bite just about anyone who came to help them, and just about everyone who came into contact with these patients called in sick, and oddly enough, never seemed to come back to work.  Fearing the worst while society was still relatively intact, Benjamin began preparing for the worst-- gathering supplies, forming plans in his mind, and waiting for the inevitable downfall of civilized society.

Then one day, it finally happened.  He showed up to work despite the total chaos that ran rampant around the city.  The ER was understaffed even with the skeleton crew of one doctor and two other nurses on shift.  The beds were all full of near-feral screams, snarls, growls, the gnashing of rotted teeth.  He had gone into the storage room to change into scrubs for his shift, and the door had just closed when he heard a crash of glass, the screams of the nurses, followed by the equally-hysterical shrieks of the abominations that had taken over.  He had stayed there until the panic had stopped (he wasn't stupid), and quietly sneaked his way out of the ER and to his car.  On his way out, he'd noticed that the sliding glass doors to the ambulance entrance had been completely destroyed, allowing a roaming group of monsters to break in and overwhelm the trio of the few medical professionals still alive.  It was chilling to know that he was probably the only survivor from that hospital.
Arsenal:  Crossbow (1/20), crowbar, KA-BAR knife
Gear:  17-piece lockpick set, Leatherman multi-tool, first-aid kit (bandages, tape, gauze, trauma shears, Quik-Clot, painkillers) all carried in a small sling bag

Name: Mackenzie, goes by Mack. No one will even know her by Mackenzie, and if they do, they'll regret it.
Age: 23
Species: Dragon, capable of little flight, affinity for fire and smoke.
Orientation: Not of consequence, she doesn't get close enough to people.
Appearance: Images are easier than descriptions for me.
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This type of clothing is Mack's usual outfit, light clothing to keep her from being bogged down. Interestingly enough, all of her jackets and sweatshirts have that same white, heart-shaped patch. No one knows why.

General Info: Mack has a complicated history, and due to the life she went through, she's always been one to prepare, mentally, physically and emotionally, for any sort of situation. She has felt an end of the world coming for a long time, and has had a mild fascination in it ending with zombies. To summarize, she's prepared, and smart. She knows what she is capable of, and she knows how to take care of herself. Her biggest weakness is having no one to watch her back.
When she started seeing the signs of the virus that eventually took hold of most of the world, she kicked into action. Having previously been a writer, she was working from home anyway. Time she was supposed to be spending on her next book, was spent on stocking supplies, and finding a good location for herself after the rest of the world realized what was going on.
Mack now lives in the second story of a house she rented right before things went under. The first story of the house is filled with several traps, some murderous, some which will only capture their prey. She lives alone, and she has enough food, medicine, and clean, bottled water (for if her well eventually runs dry) to survive for quite some time.
Because she liked to be prepared for many situations, and due to her rough childhood, Mack has been trained in various forms of combat. She's decent at hand to hand, but she's still a woman, making her physical strength have it's limitations. She's an excellent shot, as she made it her focus when realizing that she'd never be the strongest. She's studied on various home-remedies, and therefore confident that even if locked up in her home for too long without a run to the near-by town for drug supplies, she can keep herself healthy.
(A lot of other information I could include her, but I'll let other things come out in the RP.)

Arsenal: As well as stocking up on food, medicine, and water, Mack spent a few months gathering various weapons she felt would be of use to her. She has a multitude of knives, some to be thrown, others to be used in hand to hand. She also has several guns. When she began to purchase these, it was a struggle for her, as she'd never planned to use them in the event of zombies, but being one to prepare so much, in the end she decided it would be better to have them than not have them. She doesn't know much about any of them, but she picked up a few books and manuals on the guns as well, figuring she'd have time to read about them once all other forms of entertainment died with civilization.

Mack's preferred weapon is her crossbow. She spent several years training with it after her first book took off and she had the extra money; she'd wanted to learn it since she was younger. She has a few different types, and even a traditional bow and arrow, but the crossbow is the one she's most accustom to; it fits her so snugly that she can no longer remember a time that she didn't know how to use it.

Gear: Simply the various things she stock piled in her survival home. Medicines, food (non-perishable), weapons, etc. She debated briefly obtaining some sort of armor with her weapons, but decided that if she got close enough to the zombies that she would need armor, it would be too late anyway.

Name: Nester is fine
Age: 20s is fine
Species: Fox
Orientation: B to the I
Appearance:6'0" tall, short hair and wearing a navy blue tailored D&G woolen suit with a white Armani dress shirt beneath. French cuffs with Mont Blanc cufflinks and a Hugo Boss black tie. (Hey, might as well make a good looking corpse ) His light build gives him a bit of added speed and endurance while his sturdy frame and strong bone structure allows him to take a bit more damage.
General Info:Nester checked out his brand new suit as he stepped down the stairs of the upscale designer. No caring in the slightest as the masses poured through the streets in fear.

He already knew the horde was some distance away still by the amount of people still alive in the streets. That was obvious. This gave him plenty of time to carefully plan out what he'd need and where he would eventually go once the masses of crazy screaming people had dissolved. There was no point in rushing to one's own death after all.

Once he'd visited a few surplus shops among other things, he'd pop into a nearby hospital to get the last few items he needed. Taking his time as he looted the pharmacy.

Arsenal: A brown leather Armani backpack containing a dozen claymore directional mines with trip wires, 9mm Beretta silenced in a holster under his suit jacket with extra clips in his pack. Collapsible metal police baton, 4 pineapple grenades and a pocket knife

Gear:A leatherman, a canteen of fresh water, led flash light, basic first aid kit, waterproof matches, his phone, a cocktail of drugs for various health related effects (Provigil which inhibits melatonin etc), a red fox and a doberman

Name: Neku
Age: 19
Species: Black fur wolf with white for chest
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Appearance: 6' 2" with a small upper body but great lower body, such as legs, muscles. All back except for his chest as said up there, the white goes down to a point near the belly button region. Very fine and soft shorter fur and long hair on head. Has near to black eyes, but when closer they are brown. He wears what a skater would generally wear (grey jeans, black T-shirt with a quiksilver logo on it, and a hoodie. although there was almost no bagginess, only a little.)
General info: Had a lot of friends, but never minded for most of them. He can be very persuasive but doesn't speak up most of the time. Loves movies, music, and technology. Doesn't like to be in large groups and generally like to wonder off on his own. When the outbroke hit he stayed calm and just walked away from where he had heard it was hitting next, and did not go with his family or friends. He was not into sports but liked to run and that's why his legs are toned. He is great at in and out things, but horrible at fighting more then a couple of the walkers. Tries to stay away from fighting.
Arsenal: Some knives that he throws and/or uses for close fighting, and a 5' metal pole that he can spin around and hit very hard with, also a 9mm handle gun on each of his thighs, but almost never uses them in a fight.

One quick note:

I think for this rp, we should all be immune to the zombie virus. I noticed a lot of you have knives and other melee type weapons and it would be impossible to avoid getting blood on you. I don't care how good your character is, blood splatter happens. That, and getting that close will no doubt get you a few scratches now and then, again, even if your character is Chuck Norris himself, it will likely happen.

So, to make things work, I think we should be immune to the virus and such. Otherwise the slightest microscopic bit of blood getting in the eyes or on some sort of cut would cause the virus to take effect.

Nothing wrong with a character dying off. :p

Also...you need a pumping heart for blood.  To be honest, splatter would be very unlikely as most of the blood would have clotted (depending on the strain and stuff).

True, but even butchers get blood on themselves.

Bitchers don't get decomposing flesh on their tables.  They get blood on them from touching the meat, not due to splatter.

Bitchers...

Okay, just to clear this up...
Getting blood ON you won't cause infection... just some nasty fur/clothing stains that have to be soaked out in cold water.
The blood has to get IN you in order to infect you. So if it gets in your mouth (only if it gets down your throat! i'm pretty sure an enterprising bartender could save themselves from this by swishing and spitting a few 75+ proof flaming vodka shots! XD), if it gets in your eyes, or if some lunatic decides to inject you with an infected needle or cut you with an infected blade (like that one guy with the broken glass in DR2). You can also be infected from a zombie bite that breaks the skin, as the saliva (and, depending on the properties of the strain, also the lymph nodes) breeds the infection cells more rapidly, but with less stability than blood.
If you are bit or otherwise infected, there are several POSSIBLE ways to prolong your existence:
IF the wound is extremely minor (as in- a tiny scratch), a snakebite pump- a small hand pump used to remove envenomed blood from snakebite victims MIGHT remove the infected blood from some areas of the body, depending mostly on the victims heart rate, and the location of the wound. It would also require chemical sterilization, and even minor cauterization... just to be safe.
If this option is not available, and the wound is near the end of a limb, amputation may save the victims life.
Infected wounds to vital areas such as the neck, head, or torso are going to be obviously fatal (unless the victim is somehow immune... but those chances are likely to be slim).
Untreatable wounds such as these usually warrant suicide by any method destructive to the brain, such as a bullet to the head, a drop from a height of at least 5 stories, or explosive/incendiary device.

Of course, this is just my input based mainly off of culminated movie/videogame/story information, combined with a bit of personal creativity.
Any suggestions or comments are obviously welcome.

Sounds agreeable. I like it.