I always knew I was going to die, it was just a question of when.

 

December 31st, 2011.

 

12:59 PM. A teenage boy lays in bed half asleep, his sister's puppy right next to him. 1:00 A.M, Zach is suddenly wide awake, his dag also suddenly awakens, and starts barking. 1:03 AM, Zach is called by his youngest sister, shes crying hysterically saying everyone around her has fallen over, and isn't breathing.

 

On January 1st, 2012, 99 percent of the population became infected with a virus that transformed them into creatures that consume any warm bodied animal, in other words, zombies. Planes fell out of the sky, ships crashed, cars collided. Billions died, and then they came back and consumed the living. This isn't a story about the rebuilding of life after the end of the world, this is just a recording of the last few days of man.

 

Join or not!

We start in the same place.

 

Name: Zach

Age: Teens

Bio: Apparently use to play trumpet, that's all he really told his companions.

Appearance: Black t-shirt, Black faded to the point that there gray, brown skin, Thick black glasses, regular haircut

Weapon: Fire Axe

Skill: Has a tolerance of shock (Can take quite a bit a mental trauma.)

Tater salad

Name: Blaise

Age: 24

Bio: Was the owner of pawn shop that mostly sold guns, she now uses the shop as a home base safe from the infected.

Appearance:

 

Weapon: *changes from time to time* rifle with pistol strapped to her ankle

Skill: Agility and aim (with her guns)

Tater Salad?

damn right tater salad. Accepted.

Well, lets start===

 

Zach awoke in a cold sweat. He sat up and looked out his window, it was raining. He looked around to see his friend asleep in her sleeping bag. He got up and looked around the gun shop, with a feeling of dread. He stood up and took the ladder to the roof so he could look around, and not before he took a rifle with him. He looked down at his watch, APR 12, 2012 6:03 AM. "Happy birthday, me." Zach said as he began to take watch.

Name: Stace

Age: 24

Bio: She was a girl who lived a normal life. Ever since the infected came around she began kill the infected and survive.

Appearence:

Weapon: (she has 3 weapons she changes) A hatchet, a pistol, and a sword

Skill: Swordsmanship and Agility

....Tater Salad....

FU.CK YEAH TATER SALAD ACCEPTED.

(copycat.......)

Blaise's eyes flickered open only to see that Zach had left. She sat up at stretched looking around the dilapitated shop. She sighed and got out of the comfort of the warm bag to find something for them to eat. It was too dangerous to go out to search in the morning but she knew she had something stored away.

" Zach get off the roof and come eat!" She yelled after walking past the ladder. She opened a cupboard and began searching through guns and ammo for the food she had picked up the day before.

Stace got up rubbing her red eyes while yawning. She said silently to Blaise "Why are you yelling so loud? What if they hear you?" Stace was also annoyed the fact of waking up to a loud noise. She walked down to Blaise to get something to eat while seeing Zach and she turned around.

Zach was scanning the area through when one of the girls called him from inside of the shop "Alright..." He said as he popped the head of a ...thing... Right of its shoulders. He put it out of its misery. The young man climbed down the ladder back into the shop and announced " Its my birthday."

Name: dice

Age:18

Bio: was starteing collage when the zombies came into play he had no friends so killing the zombies where no problem for him

Appearance:

Weapon: a mid size dagger and a custom hand made magnum

Skill: useing the surrounding, and making weapons

Tater salad

Accepted.

 

Zach sat on the floor as Blaise tossed him a granola bar and a water. "I'm 16 now." He said as he took a huge chunk of his meal.

Name: Nero

Age: 25

Bio:plays lead in a lOcal band and is a weapon specialist after his dad taught him

Appearance: A black shirt with a white with a big black overcoat,red spiky hair

Weapon: Twin desert eagles

Skill: Has extreme confidence and isn't afraid easily

Tater salad

Accepted.

Nero was sat in his bed looking outside.it looked like hell.there were zombies on the streets, smoke in the skies, it seemed no where was safe.

Nero also wondered if he was the only survivor "there's bound to be others all I have to do now is go and them"Nero said out loud.his own voice echoed through his house.he had barricaded himself in luckily for him,he had a secret underground room which held ammo for his desert eagles and canned food if he ever got hungry.

"I think it's time I left"Nero said.he picked up his guns and opened the door of his garage to find his motorcycle still working and as good as its ever going to be.

 

Nero had never used his motorcycle before,he only wanted to buy it,fix it up then sell it for a good profit but by the way the world is going now,nothing will be any good.in the inside if his garage,Nero has built a ramp out of the 2x4's that were left around after he had barricaded them out.he drove up his makeshift ramp and speedily drove into the city to find survivors he could help.

We all start at the same place, Crab cakes.

Blaise smiled at Zach's announcement.

" Well i guess we will have to celebrate." She said taking a couple guns and some ammo.

" Wanna shoot off some rounds?" She asked holding out a rifle in his direction. She knew he would never have a real birthday, but they might as well have some fun. There was no shortage of ammo in her pawn shop.

Nero went out to the roof to inspect what the noises were.clearly unaware of zach's birthday,Nero figures that he would be better inside making sure the barricades don't break,after about half an hour,Nero started trying to get this old radio working.it had a microphone too "we could send someone a message to come get us!"Nero shouted happily so he began working on the radio to no success but after a few hours,Nero had finally got a signal.

"HEY GUYS I GOT A SIGNAL!"

"Huh.. today just keeps getting better and better eh?" Zach said to no one in particular "And yes toss me that rifle, I'm feeling all teen angst-y" He said grinning.