The last days of the old world had ended quickly. This new world of anarchy and blood has taken its toll on the world and its remaining peoples. Small groups of survivors scattered here and there throughout the world try to stay alive and keep from becoming a "Walker," a zombie with no soul or mind except for a desire for flesh and blood.
Chary, California is about to enter its own final days. The protective barrier the military had once created has been breached, and only a handful of soldiers are left, but they too will soon meet their end.
At the center of the city, in the midst of al the chaos, a small group of survivors have converged upon a large mall full of supplies they need. They have their differences, and will have to learn to work together to get out of the nightmare about to reach them.
It saw the jeep. Short memories of fast moving things on wheels flooded Its mind, but were gone in a second. Irrelevant. It didn't need those things. It could smell something in that jeep, that is what It wanted. Warm blood, fresh and alive, not like that of the shambling bodies around it. The jeep passed It and was gone, but the windows had been open and It had caught their scent.
They broke into a run, as best as dead bodies could run. They tried to keep up with the fast moving thing with fresh live bodies, but it was too fast and was out of sight. The Walkers slowed, their attention diverted to new sounds that were closer and promised warm flesh and blood. But while the others lost their focus, It was still thinking about the fast moving thing. There was flesh there and It wanted them. It let out a screetch, bringing the Walkers to attention. It started to move forward, quick and strong. They didn't follow at first, but It somehow drew them and made them follow.
It ran for a long time, filthy and broken Walker trailing behind him, more joining at every block. The mall was ahead and It saw the jeep, the broken glass and It could smell what it was looking for. There was a lot going on in this place.
The horde shambled forward, some quick and others too slow to keep up. It was at the entrance, not even noticing the glass crunching under its bare feet. Its red eyes glowed in the darkness of the mall and Its snarl echoed up and down the walls as if searching for someone. Then It though of something, rare, but pure. Quiet, It must be quiet so the prey won't hear.
It was big and strong. Bigger than It had been when in life. It had been an Advent, though It didn't know what that meant now. Once, It could fly. Clouds and birds invaded Its mind for a second.
It saw its reflection in the broken glass. Matted black hair, and a bloody face. large veins were bulging all over Its forehead, the virus mutating Advent blood in a different way than it did to human blood.
Walkers were impatient. They pushed past It and entered the mall, making snarling noises and not knowing enough to be quiet.
It would be quiet though, and It would pounce the first chance it got. It could hear noises, could hear voices with its acute hearing. And It could smell the scent that had brought it here. It moved forward, paying no attention to the insignificant Walkers shambling around.
It moved towards the sounds and could see them. A girl and a guy, though that didn't matter to It, It wanted them both. It moved closer while they were occupied and struggling against a meaningless Walker. It was inide the shop with pointy things everywhere. It waited for Its moment.
"That was really loud. I think we should be quick about getting to the supermarket."