[center][h1][color=0072bc]Lonely World, Season One[/color][/h1][/center]
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[hr][h3][color=gray]May 22nd, 2018 | 4:28am  -  Day Zero[/color][/h3]
[sub][h3][color=gray]Toronto [/color][/h3][/sub]
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Screaming. Gunshots. Sirens.

It had begun.

The reanimates had crossed the border only 24 hours before and now they were in the city. Chaos had ensued only moments later and now the city was in shambles. Reanimates flowed into the city and ran rampant in the streets, attacking anything they could get their rotten, decaying hands on. Looters took advantage of the distraction and broke into the street level stores, making off with as much as they could carry. The smell of tear gas filled the streets as more and more police were dispatched, a desperate and futile attempt to subdue the living nightmare that the city had become. 

And then all was silent.

Half the population fled either by car or by foot, the rest either boarded up in their homes or dead in the streets. Safe zones in the city were few and far between and most had been overrun within an hour of the attack. Police and military had built up a fortress around the CN tower and were broadcasting the location on all frequencies, a city wide call to survivors. 

The city was eerily quiet as a gentle rain began to fall, the clouds overhead blocking out most of the light. The streams of water ran red down the roads as it passed under the bodies of the dead. The only sound was the sound of decaying reanimates trudging aimlessly in the streets, waiting for their next victim.



[hr][h3][color=gray]May 22nd, 2018 | 3:30am  -  Day Zero[/color][/h3]
[sub][h3][color=gray]Smith Household [/color][/h3][/sub]
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Lizzy sat up in her bed as the first gunshots went off. Her heart raced as she glanced over to the window, almost as if she was expecting something to jump up at her. She reached over and grabbed the pocket knife off of her table and flicked it open, walking over to the window with the knife held close to herself. She raised it in anticipation and looked out the window. Nothing. She let out a sigh of relief, before freezing up completely as screaming began to fill the air. 

She opened her door slowly before calling out to her mother in a shaky voice, knife still clutched in her hand. “Mom…?”

Lizzy walked out of her room and into the dark living room, approaching her mother’s office door. She paused for a moment in front of it and gripped her knife tighly, gently laying her hand on the doorknob. With a quick twist, she pushed open the door and raised her arm to strike, only to find it empty.

It only took her a few moments to move over to her mother’s bedroom door. She raised her hand to knock but froze up again at the sound of people scrambling down the hallway in full sprint. She glanced over to the front door to make sure it was locked before looking back to her mother’s bedroom door. She raised a hand and knocked gently, her voice quiet and shaky as she spoke. “Mom….wake up..”