"Whoa... I'ma trippin' man. Why is this room tiltin'?
"Woah... pass me another, man?"
*CRACK!*
"What the hell?"
"Man, I'll check it out. But, just in case, hide that stash."
"Oh shit!"
(A scream, followed by a moan.)
"Man, you ok? I got some more weed... You OK?"
*Scream*
That was the first attack. The first zombie. The first infection.
The first, everything.
After that, LA was in the hands of the infected in a few hours. Then, the US was infected. Canada. Mexico. Brazil. Argentina. Iceland. Britain. France. Russia. China.
All infected. Billions infected. Billions dead. Hundreds, only hundreds, of people immune. Dozens, only dozens of survivors. Few, to survive the horrible decade ahead. It happened. That dam, we managed to hold all these years, the secret, the disease, the invisible, indestructable wall. It would have to break sometime. And that time, was then, to all those poor people. Character Sheet:
You have adjusted. Your senses have sharpened these years. But then you hear a moan in a room. The sign above it says, "Military Personnel". You could just run, or you could probably plunder a weapon from there. What do you do?
You peek in the room. Then, suddenly, an iron grip grabs you. You scream! It's a zombie. Your scream has attracted other zombies. You see a SAW, and 5 Extra Clips. What do you do?
Name: Igor Gender: Male Age: 17 Equipment: None. Weapon: Glock 18 Armor: Regular Clothes
Blood... your first vision. You wake. You see blood everywhere. You also see a zombie feasting on someone's guts. You are about to shoot when.. you remember. The party. The bite. The coma. You realize that the doors have been locked. You look and see... your father. The birthday party. What was this? 1 year later? Anyways, you just can't. You try to kill him, but... you can't. What do you do?
A man... you see him. A bloated, probably redneck, undead. You raise your gun when... you see a shotgun. But, unfortunately, standing in an open field attracts attention. Zombie attention, particulary. What do you do?
