The Zombie Apocalypse

There are zombies running rampant. You have to kill them. Got it? Good.
Oh, btw. You can have:
one weapon
one backpack that can hold 20lbs contained with nothing that is hard to replenish or spoils easily,
and a home base. It is yours and yours alone.

Name: Laura
Age: 17
Appearance:
Personality: serious, has a tendency to take things a bit literally though.
Weapon: Machine gun.
Contents of backpack: laptop, coffee, bullets, beer, washcloths, matches, laptop charger, iPod, iPod charger
Base: Target.

Can I join?

... Is that Victoria Justice?

yes, and yes. ^__^

Okay!

Victoria Justice!

Name: Joel
Age: 17
Appearance: Brown hair, green-gray eyes.
Personality: a flirt machine.
Weapon: Knife
Contents of backpack: non-perishable food, water, extra matches, sleeping bag, penguin pillow pet pillow, cell phone
Base: Wal-Mart

Name: Carmen
Age: 16
Appearance: Caramel colored hair, tan skin, tall, greenish-yellow eyes.
Personality: Observant
Weapon: Barbed wire whip
C.o.b.: phone, solar-powered charger, crackers, flashlight, lots of batteries, extra barbs, water, blow-up raft, blanket
Base: Costco

(when shall we start?)

I don't know.

(maybe we should just start first and let everyone meet each other?)

Okay.
Carmen:
I look around, my eyes registering everything.

Joel: I rubbed my head, regaining consciousness. "What happened?"

Carmen:
I hear a noise and go to check it out, grabbing my whip. Oh. It's just a (boy/girl?).

(boy.)

Joel: "Whoa," I said. "Easy there."

(apologies)
Carmen:
"Sorry, but you know how it is nowadays. You aren't armed, you'll lose an arm."

('sok.)

Joel: I grinned at the pun. "Good one. I'm...I think I'm Joel. I don't know. I can't really remember."

Carmen:
"Thanks. And I'm Carmen. What happened to you?"

Joel: "I don't know. I can't remember."

Carmen:
"Well, that's... Bad. Need help?"

Joel: I nodded. "Yeah, sure. Help with what, exactly?"

Carmen:
I shrug. "Getting your footing. If not, I'll be off."

Joel: "Off where? Sorry, I'm very confused right now."

Carmen:
"Anywhere with minimal zombies... Which you seem half zombie yourself, no offense."

Joel: "Whoa, zombies? Zombies aren't real, what are you talking about?"

Carmen:
"Why do you think I have this?" I ask, holding up my whip.

Joel: I raised an eyebrow. "For horses?"