It was very strange when all this happened. I mean everyone had seen the movies like Dawn of the Dead, 28 Days Later, Resident Evil, but we never truly thought that it could happen to us. Everyone just knew that zombies were movie horrors but there was no way for it to happen in the real world. I guess that's why it took so many of us by surprise. The disease, curse, plague, or whatever you want to call it swept through the nation quicker then we though possible. We should have seen something like this coming after the swine flu scare but its easy to be wise in retrospect. It all started as an isolated case in a small town. The news was there the next morning filming everything. Some sort of attack had happened in the town fifteen were dead and the person that did it was mad. They showed a picture of the suspect. He had dark skin, not gray movies had that one wrong, his eyes were blood shot and had small pupils. The man was stumbling around the place in no apparent direction and his eyes were fluttering all over the place. There were a few of use, some called them paranoid, that had seen this coming. Me and my sister however had not been among the few and I watched in amazement as the man turned and bit the neck of one of the officers. It was a horribly gruesome scene. The bit went straight through the esophagus and when the man pulled away there was a giant hole full of blood and black liquid in his neck. The disease took over the entire 72 hours after that. All it took was one bite and you fate was sealed. Some believed that this was the doing of the government and that with disease there are cures but I couldn't care less. After having to watch my parents become zombies I just ran and fought. I was with my twin for awhile after it all happened but we soon got into a fight. Its funny I don't even remember what it was about anymore. After that though we went are separate ways. It has been about a month sense then and there are more zombies out in the streets then humans left. For a while I was out there fighting and killing as many of the zombies as I could. I was getting fairly good at it to. I had raided a few pawn shops and gun shops the were in town and had a good arsenal at my disposal. I had found a sword, six daggers for closer combat, pistols set inside a jacket I had scavenged, two shotguns and a sniper. After I had been fighting in the streets for about five days I came upon a building that I could easily defend. The only time I left for the next three and a half weeks was to go back to one of the many gun shops to load up on ammo or get food. All I have to say is thank god, Buddha, or who ever for the second amendment in America. After the first week I had a stock pile of ammo to last me a year if the zombie population had stayed the way it was. The cool thing about the building I was in was it had a radio broadcaster inside. I had used it scene I got here broadcasting on all frequencies I could, it took me a little while to figure out the whole set up, letting anyone alive know I was here and willing to help. It wasn't long before a few people had tried to make it to the building. Some of them made me wonder how they survived as long as they did, they seemed to be pure retards at the hope of a safe haven being bit and dieing before the could get withing 50 yards of the place. There was one that made it though and he has been helping me keep the zombies as bay. His name was Tim, he had a fairly muscular build looking like he could rip a zombies head off with no problems and was good with almost any rifle he was given even brought a few with him on the day he arrived weeks ago. He came up to the roof about five minuets ago, it was my turn to broadcast out to anyone alive. "Hello anyone living, your listening to Jake on hope radio. If anyone out there is alive I have secured a building with a friend and if you can make it here we are offering sanctuary to anyone. Also if your out there sis, I'm sorry about the fight. come find the building, I miss you." I always added the call to my sis but I haven't seen here yet. My hope has started dwindling slowly over the month and my heart falling at the prospect of her zombification. That would make my entire family zombies, one of which I killed.

Ever since the outbreak of the undead zombies she was on the run and had very little time to stay at one place. These were very good at finding human flesh and a lot of them would be surrounding her in a few minutes. Right now she was in a grocery store that was locked and no one was in there so she was lucky. Her stomach was growling and she needed food so she broke in but no one would care everyone was fleeing for their lives at the moment. She had a long sword attached to her belt so she could get to it in case she had to in a few short seconds. Her mind went back to when she saw the man on the news and how he looked so dead but alive. How could that be? The shocking picture of the man with his neck cut open by the zombie flashed into her mind and she made a sickened face. A few moments later she could hear the zombies moans outside so she needed to act fast. The radio crackled and it made me jump I could hear his name and that he had offered some kind of protection then it cut out about the sister part. There were only a few big building's in this are and she could easily get to them from here. Soon she heard one of them coming through the front door and she grabbed whatever was closest even if she did not like it and started heading out the back door. Jake rang through her mind because of the man who sent the message had the same name, but how many Jake's where there in the world? Even so he had a safe building or so it seemed and she was going to head there brother or not. As she ran she stuffed her food into a backpack she had picked up a little while ago. The food would not last long but maybe she could find another place on her journey. A few tears slid down her face as she wished she had not fought with her brother in the last few moments of their time together but nothing could change that right now. When she was thinking about that a zombie almost caught her arm and tried to bite her but her sword slammed right into the brain of the zombie and killed it instantly. She knew now she had to run fast fresh blood on the zombie and on her sword would only attract more and more. She decided to try the closest building that was only about a block away and she might be able to rest there. It had been a few nights since she had sleep and she was feeling it. Her legs picked up speed even though she was tired and started heading for that big building. Even from where she stood she could see the tall peak of it and it gave her new hope to reach someone that was a survivor like her.

(I got to go I will reply to your next post later when I get home from work)

Tim stood guard picking off the occasional zombie that walked by drawn to the smell of blood. Together they must have killed at least 300-400 zombies there were more people in town but this part didn't have much more the 250 people so he started to wonder where all of them came from.

As he was looking through the scope to find the next target he heard someone calling out from the street "Help me. I'm not one of them please help." He stood up moon light glinting off his bald head. Then in a scruffy, under toned voice called out, "If you can make it to the door your more then welcome here. Ill be down there waiting. I wont be able to provide back up so your going to have to make it across on your own." As soon as he finished he turned around and headed for the first floor door it would take a few minuets to remove all the safety locks and pads that Jake had put on the door. Tim had done it enough times though that it was almost like second nature. He didn't even notice that the door was not the same one that they originally hung here anymore. when he first came he was surprised at what Jake had made out of it but it was not entirely finished. Together they had finished the first two floors but were planing a few things for the rest of them if they could get more people to come to this safe haven.

Tim finally opened the door pistol in hand ready to shoot what every tried to attack them. It wasn't just zombies you had to worry about anymore but some of the people that went completely off the deep end. some of them are out there and even though we have know idea how they lasted this long with all there reckless choices they have and most are scarier and more dangerous then the zombies themselves

Tim shut the door after eliminating the last few heading for the door. He worked in silence and he re-secured the door. After he closed the door he put a hand out, "your welcome" a smile spread across his face "I'm Tim. Your the third person to make it safely here. Bold move trying to get here at night." He then moved to the pile of supplies and grabbed something for the both of them. without looking at what he got he went back to the girl and handed her what was in his right hand then went back to re-load the pistol that now hung from his left hip.

Tim looked at the new girl, "Like I said just three of us, you, me and Jake upstairs. Feel free to use any of the food or supplies here when Jake gets up he'll get you up to speed on everything here if you want to stay. First floor is supplies, second floor is radio room, third and forth floors are rooms, you can have any one that you wand as long as its not already taken and chances are its not. I have to get back to the roof before the zombies come back in mass, if there is anything you need just come get me." Tim then moved away from the pile taking some ammo and a few cans of mystery food leaving the new girl to herself.

Jake went to the pile and noticed more stuff was gone then usual. There was a hand gun missing and more ammo gone then a typical night. he mad another note that not only would food have to be gathered but he would have to hit up a gun shop as well. Jake found it interesting how in the big panic no one went to the gun stores at all, maybe its because humanity had been soft and no one wanted to kill another human being even if they were already dead. Jake found no problem with it though, to him it was kill or be killed. He did the same to his parents when they tried to hurt him and his sister. "Was that what the fight was about?" he mused to himself while remembering the dark night his parents tried to kill them. he went back up to the third floor via the elevator again. He was still thinking about it as he passed the room he had made with his sister in mind that had its door open. Most of the rooms had been made for guys but there were a few he made for girls. He didn't really know what girls liked so he based all the rooms on what he could remember of his sisters. There was someone in the room and he could swear it was his sis but wasn't entirely sure. "Hello?" he asked in a strained voice.

Jake laughed hesitently " sorry didn't mean to scare you. you must have just gotten in tonight." he looked around the room. "umm if you don't mind my asking, whats your name?" Jake was sure this was his sister but to be 100% certain he had to hear her say her name.

(I don't think I named her)

It had been so long since she last saw him that she hardly remembered how he looked especially with his hair long instead of cut. "Rebecca. Yeah I just got in a few minutes ago actually." She watched him walk into the room.

Jake moved to the bed and sat near his sister. His eyes took on a soft quality. "Do you like the room?" He sat quietly for a second and let her absorb everything. "It must feel like home after being out with those zombies for a month." he looked at her and then realized how much different he must look to her she had changed too, but it was less noticeable. She still looked like her old self. Jake smiled at the memory of what felt like ages ago and felt comfort in the knowledge that his sister was here with him.