Post-Apocalyptic RP My Dudes!

You know the drill, but what Apocalypse do you guys wanna do.
Time Period: Modern, a year after the event, so 2019, January.
Location: USA, a suburb, with some tall, looming skyscrapers, and barren warehouses in the center, along with some stores and hotels and motels and a few neighborhoods surrounding that, and some farmhouses, ranch houses, and good ol' nature surrounding that.
Rules
-Adult content allowed within moderation.
-No IRL hate, in RP it's fine as long as it is within moderation.
-Be cool about this.
-Everyone can join, but state your character first.
-Humans are advised but nonhumans are OK.
-Everyone starts with one outfit, a machete, and an automatic Glocke 18 (2 clips/mags), as well as an empty backpack.

I dunno what apocalypse to choose, and I dunno what you guys want, so here are your choices, it's gonna be a vote.
Mayhem: Whether it's collapse of human society, natural disaster, diseases, meteor impact, or all of these, this is the most realistic choice possible.
Aliens: A favorite for H.G. Wells fans, this one is a war between humans and aliens where human society has collapsed and the population is down to a handful of pockets of societies and countless loners.
Biblical: The end is nigh, ensuing rapture, you have to endure confrontations between demons and angels, avoid the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and survive with/ against other sinners unlucky enough to have been left behind.
Zombies: Everybody's getting down with the sickness, but not by choice. Have fun being outnumbered 15 to one by undead that can either assimilate you, or devour you alive.
Deathscape: All of these at once, have fun with this trippy psychedelic mess.

Mayhem & Zombie?

Alright, that's one person… We may have a long wait for others, so I'll just wait for one more vote.

i'm down for a collapse of human society (mayhem) and/or zombies

It's settled. How about both!

consider the following: the zombie plague has gotten so out of control that anarchists are fighting against politicians and scientists to the point where everybody hates everybody?

Yes, we're a year after that!!!

Maybe also nuclear fallout, causing a mix of mutated plants and animals?

yes! goodness yes, we're just bursting with ideas and i'm LOVING it

Zombie type: When first created, they're more humanlike, they're a good deal stupider, and they can still feel SOME pain, but they've got borderline superhuman strength, superhuman stamina, and the infection, they are harder to tell apart at the beginning, think Zombieland type, but as they get older, they decay, they become slower, stupider, and weaker, but with near limitless stamina, no feeling of pain, and a bite that kills faster due to bacteria, plus they're much uglier and more horrifying.

Alright, characters?

Awesome! Some of the mutated plants and animals seem to exist only to kill. Some plants like oversized Venus flytraps can eat people, and can move roots. Domestic animals are pretty much dead or changed at this point, and mutant animals can be either grotesquly muscled or very thin, anything in between too. Humans changed too, become faster and stronger, a few developed animal characteristics and became hybrids. Some developed abilities like mimicry, flight with wings, ect.

i will use my character oliver (Oliver Hanamura)

basically, his name is oliver, in this case he's 17 and he's got multiple detachable limbs. this doesn't make him immortal though
(he also likes removing his prosthetic arm and smacking people with it)

Yup.

Orion.
Wears an Orange Beanie and oversized clothes. Carries his machete on his belt.
Basic survival training.
Loves first aid stuff
Blue eyes, sandy hair
6'2" & 180 pounds
Very sweet and protective, sometimes waits to long to respond to a situation, not that great of a fighter, but he wants to improve

Hold on.

lol oops maybe i should have made a better description

Oliver
Wears short shorts and a black track jacket
Able to recover quickly, but not immortal
Dark, black, fluffy afro with one dark brown eye missing
6'1
He likes smacking people with his various detachable body parts, can easily face gross things head on

(neo, I really like how you formatted parts of Oliver's character sheet like an SCP file, might have to use that idea)

Orion is 23 years old for the record

Duce, kinda looks like the Castlevania anime version of Trevor Belmont, but smaller, without the scar, and with darker eyes and hair. In modern clothes. Kinda acts like Ryo Asuka from Devilman. He's not based on these two, I just noticed those things tbh.

(Can I start off?)

Yupper.

As the sun neared the horizon of a beaten and battered world, three survivors rose out of their daze. The three had never met, but necessity will force them to band together in this changed world. They rose out of stupor, noting that all three of their packs were empty, but that they had been left with their weapons. Sitting up warily, the small group startled at a wolflike howl that raised the hairs on the backs of their necks. Even as they eyed each other up they scurried into the building, one with a beanie barred the doors. The group sat in a circle, assessing each other for threats.

Duce Jackson, looked around the room at the guys, one looked ordinary, but the one with the stitches looked like one of them in a sort of way.

Orion adjusted his beanie, and breached the silence. "So, I am Orion, and we are probably going to be stuck here till morning. Anyone know why we are here?"

The tall black man with curly hair folded his long legs into a kneeling position. "It looks like we're in a bit of a pickle," he said, almost indifferently, as he stuck his finger in a pool of blood by his knees. His eye looked to the left, then the same eye looked to the right. The words "My name is Oliver," slowly came out of his mouth.

"Okay then, anyone want to search the house with me? At the very least there should be some kitchen knives around. If we have any luck then we will find food." Orion stands and stretches, "You can come with me if you want." He takes his machete out of its sheath and ventures down the left hand hallway.

Oliver hesitated before getting up. "You guys aren't the folks who eat other people in bad situations, are you?" he questioned. Not that he was nervous, he was just curious. He followed Orion, stumbling a little. He looked at Duce with a bit of a troubled expression. "You think I'm one of /them/ don't you?"

Orion's voice calls back, "If we can save accusations until after the house is clear, that would be great." He goes onward, finding what used to be a girls room, walls decrepit and molding. Opening the closet, he jumps backwards when a small cat leaps out of it and darts into the hallway. Tucking a set of clothes into his bag he presses onward. With the house eventually cleared he find his way back into the main room.

Oliver turned up his nose. "I have every right to be suspicious. Who knows?" He absentmindedly scratched at his stitches. "Maybe you could be some sort of freak." Oliver gestured at his body. "I could be one of those, too, for all you k–KITTY!" Oliver jumped after the kitty and clumsily chased after it. "Come here!"

(i gotta go in a little bit, it's almost 9 and i swear my medications are like sedatives)