Post by Ambrose Leon on Dec 6, 2010 14:32:05 GMT -5
"It all started in November, in the year two thousand and nine. I am Desert Child, living in Atlanta at the moment with the other survivors. I wish to say that I don't remember much, but the truth is, what had happened that day I would never forget. No one ever would,"
"Chaos erupted, destruction followed. Some missiles, from an unknown source, hit America. They were full of some biological virus that turned living, breathing humans into mindless, flesh-devouring zombies. Of course, it didn't affect all of us, somehow there are survivors amid all this havoc,"
"The zombies started spreading, faster than we could even blink. Many of us escaped, but there were also many that weren't so fortunate. We had to find shelter, somewhere they couldn't break in and claim us. Eventually, we did, but the zombies, they would still come. We could see them outside the fences, moaning and trying to reach for us. Every now and then, we would go back out to try and find more survivors, but never at night. That's when they are almost everywhere. Even the animals have turned,"
"We saw something strange not too long ago. Some kind of mutated human or dog. We don't know what it is, or if there are more, or even where the first carcass would be. Right now, our main focus is trying to survive all this and get rid of the zombies somehow. The mutants are always hiding, and would attack even during the day. Fortunately, we've just discovered that maybe some human beings can adapt to the virus and become, superhuman. I would know. I'm one of them,"
"Our job is to keep trying to find survivors, and to survive. To get rid of the zombies, we would need so much help right now. We still don't know enough, we don't even know who attacked us with these missiles but we are aware it's attacked other countries, too. We're living in a world of the undead..."