For the past two weeks, talk of a fast - spreading epidemic in South America that has been spreading northward, have been everywhere. The United States government have closed the Mexican - American border, the Military making sure they stay closed, and contact with Brazil and Argentina have been lost. The epidemic causes violent symptoms, and caused the average human to attack their fellow human without warning or mercy. We advise every man, woman, and child to stay indoors, do not make contact with the infected, I REPEAT, DONT MAKE CONTACT WITH INFECTED HUMANS...."

This world has changed and its never coming back, doesn't matter what others say we are fucked. So we just have to bring the human race back and survive. What else can we do?

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(Collab post)

Vincent drove by the shops he once knew, ravedged by the living and the dead. He went by his old school as someone shot his windscreen, causing him to crash into the person and a wall. Vincent felt his head as he looked up he seen an unread man crushed against a wall and Vincent's car, trying to reach him. Vincent ran out of his car after many attempts of starting it. He ran into a community center, to see a reasonable amount of dead inside. He shot 6 bullets hitting killing 4 of them and no effecting the other 2 (Not realizing only the brain kills). He ran into the locker room filled with one monster, with ease he teared the head of it open with his hammer.

He locked the doors as he waited in the locker room hearing a handful of walkers clawing on the door as if it was police knocking at your door. Vincent looked through the lockers and only found a few items of use a deck of cards and an orange jumpsuit. He listened to the walkers bang at the door as he looked for an escape "Shit". Sadly there were no windows in the locker room, so he played the waiting game.

Seamus and his father drove erratically thought the chaotic streets of the Savannah that they once knew. Cars smashed into one another, Seamus watched in horror as another man shot another dead for just his money. 2 hour before this all started, he and his father were sitting at home, enjoying the fairly quiet day. Maverick was at school, and his mother was of doing some errands and the grocery store. With the surprising news reports and the screaming outside, they had no choice but to blatantly ignore the government's warning of staying inside to pick of there missing family members.

Jack jumped in the driver seat with his rifle, and Seamus took shotgun before racing off to his little brothers elementary school. The horrors that they saw only seconded their sheer determination to find their family members. Seamus tried to block out what he had seen, but the images didn't stop resurfacing, focusing on his brother was the only thing keeping him running out in the middle of the road butt naked.

In front of them, a car crashed into a wall, smashing into another person, one that seemed to be infected. The man wasted no time making a run for the community center. His father screeched into brothers school parking lot across the street from the community center.

"Seamus, I'm heading inside, take the wheel and be ready to drive ofs." his father said, the stress of the situation visibly weighing down on his father. Seamus could only nod as he watched his father jump out of the car and run for the entrance of the school, only to be engulfed by a group of infected who were attracted to the screeching of his father's car. His father muffled yell was cut short by the quick work of the infected. Seamus screamed and attempted to get out of the car to help his dad, only to be scared back in by the infected's sudden interest in his car. Seamus made a split decision, maybe the guy he had seen before could help his dad. He quickly grabbed his father's rifle and made a run for it, leaving the engine on to attract the infected. Seamus sprinted across the street and straight into the community center, only to find 2 infected inside, beating on the locker room door. Seamus took a deep breath and aimed his father's rifle, praying to God that he would forgive him for hurting these people, he could take 2. He fired 2 rounds, straight into the legs of both of the infected, only to have them fall and slowly craw towards him instead. In an attempt to knock the infected out, Seamus smashed the butt of his gun into their heads, unwittingly killing them. Seamus, still breathing deeply, and both mentally and physically drained, stumbled over to the locker room door, and knocked once.

"Hello!" I saw you run in here, I knocked out the infected, my dad needs help!" Seamus yelled, hoping the man was still alive.

Vincent burst through the doors holding his pistol straight, seeing it was just one man he held the gun down. "Thank you, now where is your father?" he said looking over the boys shoulders then left and right.

Seamus wanted to praise the Lord right then and their, but he had no time to waste. Seamus ran out the Community Center, assuming that the man would be following him. The closer they got to were his father had fallen, the less hope he had that his father had survived. He could barely look at the group of infected that feasted on what was left of his father. By the time they to to his father, only 3 infected remained, gnawing on his father bones and what was left of his skin. Seamus immediately backed away in horror, disgust and sadness, pain etched in his face. Before Seamus knew it he threw up all over the ground in front of him, he didn't even want to know may have happened to his brother, even at that moment he was starting to black out.

As the man ran out of the community center Vincent followed arriving at a school. There was a dinner being served in the deeds honour. At that moment his comrade threw up. Vincent felt saddened by the turn of events, assuming this was the mans father he mentioned, not only was Vincent sad but furious. He pulled out his pistol from his back pocket and shot the zombies in head each, he didn't care if they were dead now. "I...am so sorry I..I never should have ran into that locker room." he said walking over to the man placing his hand on the man's shoulder "You feeling ok?" he said looking at the man who was looking as if he was going to faint.

Vincent listened to the groaning inside the school. At this moment, Seamus didn't what the consoling of a man that wasn't his father. He had wasted to much time trying to save this guy and not his dad. Seamus shrugged the man's hands of his shoulder and staggered towards the school, his mind literary blocking out his father. Unfortunately, the sounds of infected inside, stopped him in his tracks, if his brother was alive, he needed to get in their. Seamus sighed, he knew better, even with the little information he had, he needed to get indoors, with the chaos outside, them standing in the middle of the parking lot wasn't a good idea. Seamus glanced at the man that he hoped could help him save his father.

"We should find somewhere to ride this out, I'll head home when things get quiet, mom and Maverick might be there." Seamus said, the last part coming out quieter than he had intended. Seamus didn't want to be here anymore.

Vincent accepted the fact Seamus was annoyed at him, he did just lose his father. "We better get back to the community center hide out there till things calm down". It felt as if the two were going in circles, but if this is what it took to stick it out, it would be worth it. He jogged hopeing the man was following, he gained speed as he realised, there was no time to waste. "We'll Wait for things to calm down in here". He said running into the Community center smelling of rotten corpses.

Jason looks down at his watch, about two hours had passed since the screaming started, dad hadn't come back from the store yet. 'well, shit' he thought to himself. He sits in front of his computer waiting for a news article to load, it had been loading for about five minutes but the internet had been temperamental all day. He gives up in frustration, turning off the computer and heading up-stairs from his basement bedroom. Pulls the blinds apart just enough to give him room to see, and looks out at the street. Looks across the street and sees the corner of Jefferson and Hall, where a car is wrapped around a lamp post. He looks closer at the car where someone is reaching through the driver door and pulling out chunks of red meat and eating it.

'it cant be true right? I mean zombies?' he says to himself quietly

Jason steps away from the window and heads into the kitchen and opens the fridge, which was essentially empty. Dad was supposed to do to the store today but never made it home. He turns his head as he hears a brief series of cracks from gunfire, it was close. “Damn” he says going back into the basement and strips out of his clothes and finds his survival pack still not believing that any of this is happening. From the pack he withdraws a set of military surplus BDUs, very durable and comfortable in any weather. He dresses in the BDUs and starts checking the equipment in the pack and strapping a survival knife to his belt. Ensuring everything he needs is together he then takes down the bandolier of shotgun shells off where it was hanging and slings it across his chest. Pulls the backpack on and loads the shotgun before he slings his shotgun over his shoulder, a simple pump action 12 gauge with a short barrel. He heads up stairs and then goes into the garage.

'where am I going?' he thinks to himself while lighting a cigarette 'the store?.. no, it will be empty by now. Oh, the civic center. There was a police station across the street right? I'm pretty sure. It will have weapons and riot gear.. I really should have bought that Kevlar vest.'

taking another drag of the cigarette, he looks around the garage 'I need something for up close..' he looks at the fire ax his dad bought a few years ago, for whatever reason. 'that'll do.' he hefts it off its hook and tests the weight, heavy but manageable, the ax being entirely made of steel should make it indestructible or at least close enough. Right, the police station six or seven blocks north and I will need more food on the way, only have 3 days worth of MREs.

He goes out of the garage and into the small back yard with the ax at the ready. He decides that the neighbors might have some more food and hops the fence carefully and goes up to the sliding glass door of the house. Looks empty, he pulls on the handle and its locked. Jason sighs to himself and swings the axe shattering the glass. Someone in the house screams in fear. 'damn' Jason steps inside and is luckily in the kitchen. The starts going through the cupboards looking for canned food or anything non-perishable, all gone. He goes upstairs and props the axe up against the wall and goes looking for the person that screamed shotgun drawn. he finds a middle aged woman upstairs in a bedroom who was not the same person who lived next to him. She stares at him in fear tears running down her face.

“you cant stay here” Jason says lowering the gun.

“the TV said not to go outside” she says in a weirdly calm tone.

“look, we cant stay here we need to move out of the city.”

“the TV said not to go outside”

Jason thinks for a moment and decides on his next course of action

“where is the food?” he says to her.

“what? Its in the bathroom”

Jason starts moving towards the bathroom which causes her to block the way scream “no! Its mine! I bought it!” he points the gun at her, “look, lady. I don't know you but I need that food. Step aside, I dont want to hurt you” he says. She starts trying to reason with him, “you cant, its mine but-” he pulls the trigger sending a deer slug into her brain splattering the bathroom door in gore. He opens the door to the bathroom and finds a modest stash of food. Luckily its mostly canned and loads his backpack with several cans of various foods, mostly baked beans. He looks back at the lady, with a feeling of guilt and wrongness.

'i will survive, we don't live in that world anymore.'

-snip-

Kei had sat in his living room for what seemed to be two hours before he snapped out of the shock he was in from hearing the announcement over the news. He honestly did not know what to do especially since in the next few days he was supposed to be on a plane to Japan. He was utterly confused and could not believe the luck he was having right at that moment. It wasn’t long before he finally got up from the couch and slapped both cheeks with either of his hands.「Come on Kei you can't just sit here; you got to move.」Once he snapped out of his state of confusion he immediately moved to one of the windows to look at the current situation outside. To his surprise it was rather calm, he expected there to be chaos in the streets, with people going house to house gathering what supplies they could get their hands on. Seeing as the roads were still somewhat clear, Kei jumped right into action. He picked up his backpack, which was lying on the floor of the living room, and dashed straight into his room. He opened up the backpack and then threw it onto his bed, he reached up onto an overhead shelf that sat above his bed and pulled down a clear display case. Inside sat a nodachi. He took it in his two hands as if it were a treasure, when in reality it really wasn’t. Kei admired the nodachi in his hands for a brief second before throwing it down next to his backpack. Once the case was emptied he moved to his closet where a safe sat in the very back corner. Since it wasn’t bolted down, Kei put both hands on top of it and pulled it towards him with some effort. He quickly put in the lock combination into the keypad, unlocking the safe. Once inside he took the FN Five-seveN that sat at the top and the spare magazines and bullets that was one level below the gun itself and threw them onto the bed as well. Before leaving his closet he did make sure to grab a jacket since it wasn’t a bad idea to be prepared.「Gun...check. Bullets…check. Nodachi…check. Jacket…check.」Upon completion of the mental check, he made sure the gun’s safety was on before sliding it into his front waist band of his jeans. He then covered it up with his shirt and made his way into the kitchen, where he would grab some food and basic medical supplies.

Once Kei was sure he had everything he needed he made his way into the garage, he stopped in the garage and looked between the car and bicycle, he had to contemplate his choice since he didn’t know which one would be the better choice for the situation. In the end Kei took the keys to car off of the wall near the light switch and hopped into the car. Once Kei was all set he opened the garage door and backed out of the driveway and began driving, he really didn’t have a specific destination in mind though so he was in for the long haul.

Jonathan laid in bed for a few moments as he rubbed his crusted eyes. With a big sigh he rolled out of bed stumbling over the blankets.

“Always too damn hot or too damn cold…” He muttered under his breath finally kicking the blankets into the corner. His days all started about the same he would wake up brush his teeth. His hand moved through his long hair as he scratched his scruffy beard. With a sigh he walked into the other portion of his bathroom and started the shower. He stripped down nude and walked into the still warming up water.

“Damn it!” He yelled as he stood and waited for the water to finally warm up. He melted against the showers water and started washing his hair. He let the shampoo sit in his hair as he brushed his teeth and washed his face. Once he finished with that he rinsed his hair and his face. Once his hair was clear he put conditioner in it and started rinsing out his mouth. Slowly he lathered up his little squigy thing with soap and washed his body from head to toe. There was a specific order to how he showered and it usually took him thirty minutes. Once he was all lathered up he rinsed his hair over and over. Once he felt it was rinsed enough he started removing the suds on his body.

Once he was finished he grabbed his bright orange towel and started drying his hair while standing in the shower or would have but recalled he needed to ring it out first. He placed the towel on the shower door and ringed his hair from the core to the ends. Once he ringed it out enough he pulled off the towel and started drying his hair. Finally it was dry enough so he quickly moved it over his body. He disliked the cold so he made sure to dry off thoroughly. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out into his bedroom.

His clothing was mostly hung on hangers in the closet. All except for his boxers and socks. He moved over to a small cabinet and pulled out some boxers. He also took a pair of black socks and walked over picking out an outfit. Some dull red cargo shorts and a black shirt that had Loki on it. He took all of these things into his living room. He turned on his tesseract computer and blue lights lit up. His computer booted in twenty seconds as he moved into the kitchen. He took out a few snacks and went back to his computer letting out a sigh.

He placed the food near his computer and moved to make some tea. His water heater was really good and heated the water enough that he didn’t need to boil it. He stood there with his index finger under the running water and peered out the window. He saw a commotion outside but being like everyone else in the world he took it with a grain of salt. Probably another couple having a spat. In reality a female was trying to beat of a Zombie. It was her scream for help that really grasped his attention.

He moved over to his stick and picked it up. He slipped his slippers onto his feet and went outside around the block where this was happening. When he got there the woman was still fighting off something strange… it looked like a Zombie?

“Zombiefest a bit early this year friend?” He said as he chuckled and walked up placing his hand on the man’s shoulder. There was an eerie movement that came from the man and the female looked pale. As if she was fighting for her life. He felt something primal inside of his body, a sixth sense if you will. Quickly he moved back just in time as the man shambled towards him with his rotting maw open. Sadly the action robbed him of his stick.

“Ohh… hell no this isn’t happening.” John sighed with his clumsy luck as he fell back and tried his best not to get bit. The man fell upon him with ravenous hunger and tried to feed on him.

“YYEEEEHHH!!” Screamed the woman cracking the man in the head and splattering his brains all over the pavement.

“And here I thought I was the hero.” John said as he got to his feet.

“Thanks lady… keep the stick if you feel safe with it. I need to get back home. My apartment in on the corner of West Harris and Barnard.” He started to say when more zombies came out of the “woodwork.” Quickly John grabbed her hand and started running home. He recalled a move that his friend taught him and kicked at the knee of one of the Zeds. It groaned as it collapsed. He moved up his stairs and into his house. He moved the girl to the couch and locked the door.

Quickly he moved to the tray next to the door and picked up a knife. After doing a quick sweep of the house he came out shaking. His eyes were a bit wide as he looked at the woman.

“Were you bit?” He asked her and with a small shake of her head she didn’t look like it.

“I will need to see if you have been. If you were you will have to leave. I’m sorry.” He informed her and with a nod she started to strip. It was strange how easily she was complying with him. After he examined her body he handed her a clean towel and some clothing.

“These maybe big but they should serve you better than… those dirty cloths.” He said somewhat shyly. He showed her the bathroom which didn’t have any windows thankfully. He took another lap around the house making sure to lock all doors and windows. He also made sure to blackout the windows and cracks. He could hear the shower and was curious to watch the cute female shower. But he shook that from his mind and walked to his computer. He downed his tea and started munching on his food.

He quickly moved to his Zombie survival guide and printed it out. He had a copy of the book but there was comments from others on the subject. She came out and the clothing looked strange on her… too baggy and she had used hair ties to keep them fit. John thought that she was a female and looked really nice in his clothing. According to the survival guide he would need to reproduce but shook the idea from his mind.

“I’m Jonathan Huckaby. You can call me John or Huck.” He informed her as he smiled. Once his printer was finished his power went out. He let out a sigh as he fumbled around in a drawer. Light came on and he helped her sit down.

“So what is your name?” He asked as he handed her some food and tea. She ate it like it was going out of style and drank the rest of his tea. He moved quickly hoping that his water was still hot. He was somewhat lucky and made more tea in his mug.

“My name is Anastasia McConnell.” She said shakily as she ate some more food.

“Ok Ana… I hope it is alright to call my heroines by a smaller name.” John joked with her and made another check on the door. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug starting to sob hysterically. He didn’t know what to do but try to comfort her. He remembered his grandmother and how she use to make him feel good. He started to rub up and down her back.

“Shhh… everything will be all right. You will save me and I will try to do the same for you.” He whispered to her in a calming tone. They sat there for a few moments and he handed the tea he almost spilled to her. She let out a little sigh finally calming down and even managed to smile.

“Perhaps she had just killed her boyfriend or father…” He thought to himself as he looked at her.

“And here I was going to play Call of Duty: Black Ops Zombies.” He joked as he poked the lifeless controller. He moved quickly into another room and pulled out his bow with its arrows. With a smile he got dressed in his survival gear. Sadly he didn’t have a female version of his clothing although he did recall there was one near his home. The Community center had many different defenses as well as weapons. He took another bag he had and placed the copy of the book into it. He gathered canned goods and nothing that made a lot of noise to eat.

“If you want we can split up when we get to the Community Center. I know I’m not the shinning pillar of hope.” He said as he walked into the room. She was just looking at him and he couldn’t stop looking into her eyes. She broke the gaze first and he looked away turning a little red.

“Take this pack and we will move to the Community Center. Noise attracts these things so I have prepared these fireworks to draw them.” He told her as he moved over and pulled out a small laptop placing it into one of his three bags. He shifted his shoulders and made sure they didn’t have too much weight. He took another stick that looked like a wizard’s staff. There was another that was in the general design of a large Katana.

“Ok follow the Wizard.” He joked and she smiled at that.

“Ok.” She said as she picked up her pack. As they went out there were zombies everywhere. He lit a firework and threw it as hard as he could. It bounced over the neighboring building and started to pop.

“Flair!” He whispered loudly as he started down the stairs. Sure enough the Zombies started moving towards the noise and they quickly moved around the corner keeping to the shadows between the buildings. They made their way to the Community Center and since they were so close they didn’t waste much time. Although he had to use three more firecracker balls to move the zombies away from their path. He knocked on the door a few times with an arrow knocked in his bow. Ana was holding his staff waiting for the doors to open.

'i will survive, we don't live in that world anymore.'

Jason thought this forcefully, and made it a sort of mantra. 'I will survive' that was his one and only goal, no matter what it cost.
'I've already killed, I can do what ever it takes now. Then again..' he looks back at the corpse 'It shouldn't have been that easy. I don't want to kill live people... Stop it man! This isn't helping'

he steps over the body and retrieves his axe from the top of the stairs. Looking down the stairs he sees that the house is still empty, or the parts he could see. Shouldering the gun he walks down the stairs axe at the ready. He hears the noise of glass being crushed, probably underfoot.
'Oh god'
he turns into the kitchen and sees a titan of a man, like a body builder or something, climbing through the broken glass door. The titan was a zombie, it was clear, most of his face was torn off revealing white bone.
'Oh god'
The zombie instantly sees Jason, the creature reaches out for him and takes a step forward letting out a gurgling groan. A fear hit Jason in the deepest corner of his lizard brain. Being face to face with a zombie speaks to something primal, encoded into the genetic code. Fight or flight, run or kill. Jason hefted the axe and drove it down with all his might aimed directly at the zombies head. The axe blade glances off, the angle was wrong the swing didnt do any real damage. The zombie takes a step forward and tries to get its hands on Jason.
'OH GOD'
He panics and scrambles back, the slowness of the zombie the only thing saving his life. He hefts the axe again and takes another swing, this time the axe connects and splatters undead brain, some of which hits his face.
'Oh god... that is disgusting.'
he exits the house and decides some form of face cover will be very important. He heads out onto the roads aiming north for the community center. Repeating his mantra 'I will survive'

Miles sits over the toilet, puking out all what sat inside of his stomach. Did he really just stab his mother and uncle? Miles stands up and grabs a towel, with which he wipes his face, after which he turns the faucet on. Blood is dripping all over his hands. It's pretty fucking disgusting. He starts washing his hands as he tries to think. Fuck, what is he going to do now? He can't go out of town, he knows no one outside of Savannah. Inside Savannah? Well, from the sounds he is hearing the whole town has fallen to this outbreak. He read about it in the papers, he saw snippets of news flashes on the TV about a new virus. He didn't really pay attention to it at the time, viruses break out now and then and thus far it didn't affect him or someone close to him. This was different.

His gladius lies on the coffee table the living room. Miles grins uneasy at it as he enters the room. If it hadn't been for that thing, he would have died. The boy steers his eyes away from his uncle and mother, who are laying dead in front of the TV. He picks up the gladius and walks with it to the kitchen. He thought about the situation for a time in the toilet, and he has calmed himself down for now. The gladius is all bloody. It almost makes Miles puke again. He turns the faucet on and he starts cleaning the gladius up. The blood dripples down with the water into the sink. He turns the faucet off and he grabs the scabbard from the dinner table. He sheaths his gladius into the scabbard, and hangs it on his belt. Outside you could see the ravage. Cars are flipped over, a few undead here and there. If you listened closely, you could hear chaos in the distance.

Miles finally gathers the courage to face his uncle and mother. When he sees their faces, he gets really disgusted. Is this his mother? He barely recognizes her. And his uncle... was it even his uncle? It could've been somebody else, if it wasn't for the clothes and his necklace. He faces the window that goes onto the street. A car races through. Miles decides to sit down and think this all over.

A few minutes later, he hears a few shots. The shots seem to be coming from the civic center, not to far from here. The remaining infected seem to be drawn towards the gunshots, because they are moving out towards the sounds. In a minute the street is mostly empty. Miles decides this opportunity to get help. It is now or never. He rushes out of the front door and he stands in the middle of the streets. He looks to his left, where no infected are to be seen, and to his right, where he could make up the civic center in the distance. At the civic center were gunshots, so that means actual people who could help him. Miles takes a deep breath as he thinks this decision over. His final decision is to head to the right, towards the civic center.

Tom lifted up his window shades, looking down on his street it was really bad. Panicking civilians running away from infected pouncing on them. All was heard were screams and roars, Tom watched outside thinking what to do. There was no way he'd last staying in his house with the infected outside, they'd eventually break into his house and kill him. He went downstairs picking up his supplies, a Tomahawk, K-Bar, 12-Gage shotgun and 9mm pistol. He packed up ready to go.

Suddenly he heard his door being banged on, the voice of his neighbor Joe screaming "Tom help! Please let me in!" Tom had to save his neighbor,opening the door he threw Joe inside. Slamming his door he turned asking "You ok?" Joe said "Yeah i'm fine just banged up a bit, they're everywhere tom everywhe-" Joe collapsed onto the floor. "Joe?!" Tom thought Joe had just fainted in terror, he shook him yelling "Cmon man wake up, we gotta go!". Tom turned around a brief moment, little did he know Joe was slowly getting up he was turning. Joe roared at Tom running towards him. Tom yelled "Joe!" he hit him in the face with the butt of his gun, knocking Joe down. He stomped on Joes head several times, he didn't want to make anymore loud noises their yelling, and the roars were enough. After stomping his head to a pulp, gunshots went off in the distance towards the civic center.

Looking out his window, he saw the infected head towards the noises. There were no more panicking civilians running around, everyone had turned and joined the pack. Tom stepped out of his house slamming the door behind him, slowly he quickly ran down his street he never ran so fast in his life before. Infected were heard growling again in the far distance, he ran fast as possible despite his gear.Tom quickly thought the civic center is the best destination to go, there must've been survivors if gunshots went off. He ran and ran with his gun aimed ready to fire if anything stood in his way.

Vincent was happy to be in there with walls protecting him they heard groans outside and stayed quiet not to draw attention. And when it seemed as if they wouldn't be bothered.

Vincent heard gun shots and what he thought were fireworks, then a knock he put one finger to his lip and looked at Seamus. He held the gun to the door and opened it to see two people a boy and a girl. "Who the fuck are you?!" he said with a deranged look in his eyes staring through the boy as the gun was pointed to his forehead.


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Jason slides into an alley behind a church looking out onto its loading dock. 'ok, just a few blocks to the police', he thinks to himself. he had given three zombies the axe before getting over here, they lurch surprisingly fast. he hears some muffled screams from the church
"They are coming in!"

there is a barrage of gunfire and screams. he hears the people inside panicking and fighting they obviously don't know to go for the head. there is a small window that keeps turning white from the muzzle flash.

"Dont let them get the children!"

'oh no... i dont want to hear this.'

he hears more gun fire, but less screaming. the people in the church are losing the battle. a door opens and a little girl is pushed out some woman screams to her

"run Sarah. run. Run! RUN!"

the little girl runs crying, her face and dress covered in tiny blackish red droplets. like a zombie was shot and killed near her and the spray of gore hit her.

"Sarah!" Jason yells over the screams coming from the church, to try and get her attention. 'What are you doing?... She needs help... She will slow you down, get you killed... i have to... no you don't she's dead anyway... no, i can keep her safe... really?.. i have to try... why? we don't live in that world any more... part of me still has to.' the conflict in his own head raging even as she runs towards him. a tear comes to his eye, 'she is like.. six, maybe eight. she will die on her own... so? that didn't stop you with Her... i- i have to, to make up for Her'

Sarah reaches Jason crying her eyes out, Jason kneels down and tries to quiet her. "shh. you need to be quiet now. shh" she does start to quiet down but the tears keep streaming from her face "your name is Sarah right?" the girl nods, but says nothing. maybe keeping quiet like Jason said. "ok, i will keep you safe Sarah, my name is Jason. I will keep you safe." she reaches out and hugs him still crying, but quietly. "you need to follow me, stay right behind me, and stay quiet ok?" again she nods without making sound. Jason looks back and the loading dock of the church is empty. He hears the sound of gunfire close... no, not gun fire, fireworks. whatever, it doesn't matter. Jason takes Sarah's hand and he goes around the building next to the church, Sarah in tow.

from here he can see the Community Center and sees a pair outside and hears someone shouting at them.

Jonathan wasn’t someone to stand up to a gun in normal circumstances. Although these weren’t normal circumstances and he was trying to protect someone.

“Keep it down there sparky you will attract these things. I was a volunteer here for a while cooking and serving meals for the elders. My name is Jonathan Huckaby but if you like you can call me Huck. Now please move that gun out of my face and let us in.” Jonathan tried to remain calm as he spoke which he did but his body was shaking in fear. He didn’t want to die because of another human. It was one thing to be killed by the walking dead but by another living breathing person… That just didn’t sit well with him.

“I’m going to put my arrow away ok?” He said as he slowly moved his arrow into the quiver.

“Also this is Ana, I kind of saved her so that she could save me… it’s a strange story. One I would be willing to tell you once we got inside and shut the door.” Jonathan informed them as he slowly moved into the building. He placed Ana in front of him because if Zombies were to attack being torn apart seemed like a cowardly thing to put her through. His eyes left Vincent and was watching the street.

He grabbed Johnathan by the throughput and threw him inside he didn't touch Ana and let her pass by him he looked both ways and closed the door he pointed the gun at Jonathan as he lay on the ground "Tell the story now" he whispered "Seamus check the girl for a gun, don't be to rough"

He stared at Jonathan as he listened to his words.

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Jonathan sat there in a room that seemed to amplify sound… or perhaps it was because they were all so close.

“She doesn’t have a gun and I have seen her bare. It was to check for bites. Don’t look at me that way!” He started to raise his voice then caught himself.

“As for the story I thought she was with a zombiefest group. People who dress up like the undead and walk around. It was something I always found interesting. Although given what’s going on out there… I got in a scuffle with the person who was messing with her. Sadly I’m not in as good as shape as I should be. He knocked me back and my stick.” He said pointing to Ana who held the stick.

“Went flying away from me. The man-“

“Mike.” Ana interjected and Jonathan nodded to her.

“Mike was attacking me when she picked up the stick and splattered his brain matter all over. And here I was going to play some video games today.” He said somewhat crestfallen.

“Guess there is a bright side. I did meet Ana and you crazy lot. Suppose it can’t be all that bad.” He said trying to brighten the mood a little.

“Also if you want a dick measuring contest we could just whip them out now. Otherwise put down the gun its making me feel small.” Jonathan said as he scooted against the wall and pressed his ear against it. He could hear something moving outside… perhaps it was people.

“I told you what happened between Ana and I. What about you two? Just out to catch a flick?” He asked as he raised an eyebrow. Perhaps it was his borderline autism or the fact someone he didn’t know was pointing a gun in his face. Whatever the reason he was telling as much of the truth as quickly as he could.

After several minutes of pointless driving Kei came upon the community center. The area around the community center was quiet lively considering he saw more people than he did in his own neighborhood. Kei shifted his car into neutral and observed the area around the community center a bit more before making a decision. He weighed the various pros and cons of approaching an area where there could be a possible threat, but he also weighed the possibility of finding help. It wasn't long before he made up his mind. Regardless of what could happen he wanted to figure out what was going on and on top of that he always thought that there was strength in numbers. With a short sigh Kei shifted back into drive and slowly made his way to the community center.

Once he came into a walking distance of the community center he immediately parked his car and turned it off. Once he had his keys from the ignition, he exited the car, closing the door gently. Once he was out he clicked the locker on his keys and then proceeded onto the front entrance of the community center. Since there were these infected things all around him, Kei had to be careful about where he moved because if he got overwhelmed Kei knew he would be screwed. Something that was part of instinct also told him to keep noise to a minimum, guess it came with the raw feeling of survival he was getting from the current situation.

As he quietly moved from car to car he drew the nodachi that hung loosely on his back, the blade itself did not have much reach so he had to make sure that if he were to engage one of these things, that he would be safe from any other things attacking him at the same time. It wasn't too hard to avoid the infected things, every now and again he would pickup a rock near him and throw it at something that would make some noise. He did his best to avoid hitting cars as a car alarm going off would mean a lot of trouble for him and anyone else in the area, but things never go as planned. Kei had picked up a rock near his foot, it was a pretty hefty rock but it didn't seem all that bad to throw, obviously he didn't take into account of accidentally releasing the rock too early. At mid throw Kei's hand opened up slightly causing the rock to fling out of his hand with the momentum he had built up, in turn the rock went flying straight into a nearby car's windshield, causing the car to begin blaring it's horrendous alarm for everyone and everything to hear within a few several hundreds of feet.

Kei was caught completely off guard and once he heard the alarm blaring he jumped a bit. At first he panicked but after realizing what he had done he jumped up and made a full on sprint towards the building entrance. One good thing that came out of the mistake was that every infected thing around him was attracted to the noise making it easy for him to get to the doors. He knocked on the door a few times while speaking up a bit.「Hello is anyone in there? If so can you please let me in?」He continued knocking while at the same time looking back at the situation he caused.

Jason watched as one of the pair, the big one, was dragged inside the building. then the girl casually walked in after him. Must be full of live people. then a car alarm sounded, maybe a block or two away.

"Fuck"said Jason, "every damn zombie in a mile or two... shit."

he noticed some Korean or Japanese guy, he could never tell the difference. he was running like a maniac down towards the entrance to the community center. the Community center is the place to be apparently. Jason kneels down to Sarah, she has stopped crying and just looks like she is afraid. "ok, Sarah. we need to go over there. I'll carry you so we can go faster ok?" she nods and says "ok"
"Good"

Jason picks her up and tucks her under his arm. Carrying Sarah in one arm and the axe in the other. 「Hello is anyone in there? If so can you please let me in?」 says the asian kid, while Jason runs up behind him.

Tom jumped outside onto the center of the street, finally seeing the community center up ahead he said to himself "Almost there." He was doing well so far, not coming across too many infected he had high hopes. Suddenly he heard glass shatter then a car alarm went off. Tom said "Shit!" he started running again, heading towards the center. There was no doubt a horde would be coming from such a loud sound.

He could see survivors were also rushing to the same destination. There seemed to be a kid, two men one of them seemed asian descent. He catches up yelling "Open the goddamn door!" as he began rushing closer to them. Tom was getting very tensed up now, they'd die out here soon enough if they didn't get inside.

He listened to the man and pulled him up.Alright, John can I call you Joh- he was interrupted by an alarm, then. "Hello is anyone in there?" he crept to the door slowly with his gun like this was a Fucking routine. "Open the Godamn door!" Vincent was so angry he opened the door and let the others in, he quickly closed them. "Which one of you Screamed! Which one of you set the alarm off, You fucking idiots" he said loudly whispering as if he was hissing holding the gun but not pointing it anymore.

He heard the groaning of the walkers getting closer and closer. "Tell me so that if these things kill any of us when we fight I'll know if he was a hero or a dick"

Jason steps inside after the others with Sarah right in front of him, "Which one of you Screamed! Which one of you set the alarm off, You fucking idiots" Jason looks up at the gun and its holder, annoyed at the speaker, but Jason could understand why he was frustrated at the situation.

"Tell me so that if these things kill any of us when we fight I'll know if he was a hero or a dick"

"Does it fucking matter?" Jason raises his shotgun and blasts a zombie's head off while stepping deeper into the building. he turns and says to Sarah, "stay right behind me kid." and crouches down into a firing position to defend the door way.

「Look it was my fault, it was a fucking accident I was trying to lead the ones in my way, away from the doors and such but my hand ended up opening earlier than expected mid throw and so here we are now.」Kei readied his Nodachi. He aimed right for the neck of the walkers as he swung his Nodachi with precision.「If you want to give me shit for what I did, let's do it after we escape, otherwise we will all be dead before anyone can give me crap about my mistake.」Hearing the sound of the shotgun being racked and the empty shell hitting the floor really made Kei realize that this was all real and that if he didn't do all he could, he would end up dead. While he did want to draw his firearm, there was no reason in expending his ammo since so many people were already using guns he stuck to his Nodachi.「So what's the plan?」Kei Immediately positioned himself behind anyone with a firearm as he did not want to catch a stray bullet in the soon to come chaos.