The screams. The screams were relentless. It was as if every person in the city were being individually tortured, and it was horrid. The thought that just moments earlier the skies were blue and the streets were full of cars would have ordinarily made Ryan laugh, as now the sky was black with smoke and many of the cars were gone. Right now though, he was focused on getting out of the city and to safety.

Slung around his shoulder was his Winchester 1300 that he used for hunting back home in Mississippi. He was tempted to leave it at first, but decided against it. Better safe than sorry. Who knew, maybe there were Russian soldiers coming when the bombs stopped. Either way, protection in a city as ruthless as New York was important.

Suddenly, from a few floors below him, Ryan heard vicious growls and even louder screaming. Now he was stuck with a choice. He could either go down and help whoever was down there out, or he could find another route.

Richard lay on his back, his eyes closed, humming softly to himself. The roof of his garage is rather peaceful this time of day. It lets him unwind. Suddenly that peace was shattered, as he heard ear piercing whistling noises. Sitting bolt upright, he opened his eyes. Streaks of smoke were coming from the direction of the main city, but it wasn't ordinary smoke...it was almost as if...missiles! Richard leaped to his feet, staring off into the distance, trying to discern what was happening. Then he saw several buildings fall, and knew he had to get over there. Damn his chivalry, he couldn't resist the urge to help out. He would look for people he could assist. Seeing what looked like a massive organized mob, he glanced over at the pipe that allowed the kitchen to vent. It was steel, and about two feet long, as well as around two inches wide. Not the most sturdy weapon, but it could take a few hits, and would make most people think twice about messing with him. Sorry mom. He wrenched it off with all his strength, and used his duct tape to jury rig a harness across his back. About five minutes had passed by this point, and the crowds were noticeably bigger, and he could hear the screams even from this distance. He was about to drop to the streets, but then glanced back up at the crowds. [i]On second thought...[/i He took a unning leap to his neighbor's roof, and continued from house to house. If he remembered correctly, it was about a mile to the main city. Listening to the screams, he knew it would be a long mile...

Ethan was breathing heavily fogging up his gas mask ever so slightly. He spun the wheel avoiding three of those things by a few feet. He spun the wheel again to right himself as he tore through the city. Calming his breathing Ethan continued to weave through the cars that obscured his vision here, and there. He flipped the safety off of his pistol, and continued to drive. He spun the wheel once more when a larger group of infected charged. He took a right avoiding the infected like a mad man. He cursed under his breath when he met a roadblock of cars. He threw the car into reverse, and plowed over four infected pursuing him. Ethan continued to drive like a man running from the devil as he spun around another corner, and gunned down the straightaway of empty road. He pulled a radio out of one of the pouches on the front of his suit, and talked into it.

"Is anyone out there!" Ethan talked urgently through the radio as an audible thud transmitted through it as he ran down another infected. Ethan looked down at the tag stitched onto the front of the suit where it held his rank, and his last name. Seeing as how Mike gave up on living I don't think he will mind if I take over on his militaristic position for now. "This is corporal Reaver broadcasting on all civilian channels. If anyone is out there please respond." He finished. Ethan hoped that the dinky military issue radio was able to reach across New York

Jamie hurried toward where she had her Jeep parked in the lot, both hands cluthing the chainsaws hadle until her knuckles turned white. But, as soon as she turned the building corner, she could make out several of these zombie-like figures roaming the parking lot. No way she was going there! But her backpack was there with her cell phone. She could call her mother and brothers to see if they are there. She sunk back into the shadows of the building, back pressed firmly against the brick wall that looked like it was ready to crumble. What to do...

Her car made a loud "Beop-beep" noise, signaling it unlocking.

Jamie pushed off the wall, jerking the chainsaw to life as she began running to her car. Her head being kept down, she hurried past the creatures, jerking the car open as her chainsaw quieted. The brunette slammed the door behind her, throwing the metal machine next to herself and locking the doors. Some of the creatures started banging against her car, one ot their arms hanging from the socket, bone visable through the masses of blood from where her reckless chainsaw had sliced it. Quickly, Jamie started up her car and roared out of the lot, the lights on the top of her jeep filling the dark streets with light as she dug through her purse, searching for her phone.

Once Jamie found it, she quickly pressed in the number, her eyes flicking from the street to the keypad and back before it started ringing in her ear.

And ringing...

And ringing...

It just kept going. Just on and on and on. The busy tone. Her heart dropped a beat as Jamie speed through an intersection, around cars and hitting a few of the creatures, and just ahead of another, also moving, car.

Then
It was a normal day just like any other. Layla staring at her professor, listening to his lecture. Her chin resting on the palm of her hand. Her light brown hair gave off a pinkish tone. It fell gracefully over her shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the boy next to her desperately trying to get her attention. There's a boy like this in every class i have, god! give me a break. She thought. Her gloomy gray colored eyes slowly looking towards the window, looking past the boy who was in front of her view. She noticed a stream of red light traveling with amazing speed towards the ground followed by others. Layla quickly got up from her desk, the boy looked at her as well as everyone else "whats wrong Layla," he asked, but his words were lost in her ears. She took a step back stumbling over her chair making her fall backwards, not taking her eyes off the window, by now everyone's eyes looked towards where she was looking.

One of the missiles was shooting right towards them, it hurled through the air the sound was deafening. Layla finally realizing it was going to hit the classroom. Everyone getting up and running, tripping and falling over each other. "oh shit," she yelled turning to her side throwing her self to the ground. The floor underneath her started to rumble. She can hear everyone screaming now. Layla closed her eyes tightly, throwing her arms across her face. She wanted to scream but she couldn't, she wanted to cry but no tears shed. She heard the walls tearing and crumbling, the windows exploding. Layla felt her body lifting from the floor slamming into the wall at the far end. Pain run through her body.

It fell quite. Layla lifted her self up, she opened one of her eyes. All there was, was clouds of dust. She opened both her eyes. The dust began to clear bringing the view of the fallen missile on the opposite side. Layla notice the bio symbol stenciled on the side. Her gray eyes widen, a piercing sound rang in her ear. It made her jump it was the university emergency alarm. Layla quickly looked around noticing a body next to her. She grabbed a hold on the t-shirt of the dead man's body, pulling it as hard as she could. "Ah fuck," she said to her self as the shirt didn't rip like she thought it would. She spotted a shard of glass. She took it, careful not to cut herself. She then cut a piece of the shirt, quickly wrapping it around her mouth and nose. She slowly got to her feet. She ran out into the halls. It was chaos, people were screaming and yelling. The pounding of hundreds of feet sounded like thunder not to mention the annoying high pitch alarm was still going off.

Layla's thoughts ran wild. She knew this was the work of the Russians who else could it be, and she, she is Russian her self. Just the thought of that made her sick to her stomach. She wondered about in the halls, grabbing a lone backpack turning it upside down dumping whatever inside as she walked. She gathered up anything she thought she would need. Layla knew she needed to get away from the crowd whatever was in that missile she knew that it would spread like wild fire. She made her way outside and to the empty streets of New York.

Now
Layla sat behind an abandon car, she was overheating from all the running that she was doing. She grabbed a water bottle out of her back pack. She quickly opened it letting the cool water flow down her throat. She could hear the zombies down the street moaning and walking about. Her muscles ached and she sat quietly, putting the water back in her bag. She felt so helpless unable to find any weapon to use against them, all she was doing for the pass couple hours was playing hide and seek. Why am i such a failure for women kind she thought angrily to herself.

She continued to sit there taking the advantage of the fact she hasn't been seen yet. This was the perfect time to think of a plan LAYLA she thought, Aww man i can't think of anything She thought slapping her forehead with her hand. Her stomach began to growl.

Keoni groaned, as he forced himself to get up. He couldn't believe he slept in the basement tonight. Couldn't be helped. It was pretty much his fault for putting off his science project assignment to the last minute. And what was his grand spectacular creation of amazement? Keoni got up and picked up a box of baking soda. Pouring a little bit into the mouth of the beaker, he waited. Suddenly a roaring explosion of...!

Foam. Foam dribbled pathetically down the sides. This would have made a pretty pitiable paper mache volcano...had he actually had the paper mache volcano. All he did was put vinegar into a beaker and dump a bit of baking soda inside. "Welp. One good night of my life I'll never get back." Keoni turned to head upstairs. It was still the weekend, plus his parents were out on a business trip. Maybe he could get in a good dose of R&R.

As he reached the ground level, he started hearing noises...odd noises. Like someone pounding on the door. Keoni groaned. "Dang it mom, you forgot to pay the paper boy again, didn't you?" He said to no one as he picked up the money from the counter in the kitchen. The pounding persisted. "All right! Hold on!" He called out. Keoni reached the door, the pounding sounding extremely violent. Keoni opened the door as a disgusting corpse fell through the door. Keoni could swear there was a little girl screaming somewhere. He soon realized. It was him.

The corpse was still moving, and more were piling on top of each other, trying to get in. Keoni fell backwards, frozen in fear, but soon his legs regained their strength and he made a mad dash up the stairs. Once there, he leaned back, trying to figure things out. "O-okay Keoni. This is it. There's a zombie horde downstairs, trying to suck out your soul. Your parents are gone, and..." Keoni quickly reached into his pocket. "...and!" He found it. His cell phone he almost never uses! Quickly dialing 9-1-1, Keoni hurried to his room and locked it. Ring. "C'mon, pick up!" Ring. "C'mon c'mon c'mon!" Ring. Frustrated, Keoni hung up the phone. "Alright...no help coming...no one to help you..." The troubled teen held his head in his arms. "YOU. ARE. DEAD." He yelled to himself. "No!" He argued back. "Not yet! I can still run can't I?! Inner human instincts awaken in dire circumstances to survive right?!" The other side of his brain disagreed disdainfully. "Yooooou have been reading too many comics."

Keoni slapped himself. He needed to stop talking to himself. Right now, he needed to get out. He got his backpack, and filled it with any snacks he had lying around in his room, a water bottle, his laptop, and camera, just in case. He was about to go out the window when he chastised himself again. "Fool! How am I going to defend myself!?" He then remembered that his parents had a precious family heirloom displayed in their bed room. Keoni quickly hurried out of his room and into the master bedroom, where next to the window, was hanging a samurai sword. In pristine condition, and daily sharpened by his neurotic father. Perfect. He picked it up, and only realized the weight a real sword. He could hear banging again, but this time against the door to Keoni's parents room. Quickly opening the window, he climbed out onto the roof and saw that there was practically an army of zombies outside. It seemed the whole city had been consumed. All he could do was sit on the roof, clinging tightly to his sword as if it were his very life.

Keith, let out a small groan as he woke up. He stared at the ceiling of the building he had barricaded and then went to sleep in, the rough floor of the building had hurt his back as he slept. He slowly lifted himself up so he had his back against the wall. After a minute or so he placed his hand on the ground and lifted himself up and stretched. After all who knew what might happen today? He might have to run from those infected civilians. He swept his black hair out of his eyes so it didn't bother, him. Through one of the windows he had barricaded he saw that there were barely any infected civilians below the two story building, suspicious by this he put his hand on his gun and walked closere to the window to get a closer look. Lucky enough the window was just below the door he had entered by, he saw nothing and smiled until he looked down. His smile faded as he saw a large goup of infected banging away at the door, he hoped he barricaded it good enough it wouldn't break under the pressure of the banging from the infected. If it did though he should thin out the numbers a little, so he slammed his elbow into the the wooden 2'4s he nailed to the nailed across the window, with a hammer he had found and a box of nails. The wood did not break so he tried once more, still nothing happened he though third times the charm and he slammed his elbow into it once more. This time the wood broke off and fell down to the crowd of infected, it looked as if had no affect. He hoped something would happen with the objects he would throw down. He picked up the hammer he had used to nail the 2'4s to the window and threw it down at the infected, he heard a noise and figured he must of hit one. He picked up an old radio that was on the ground near a table and he threw that down too. This time though he threw it down too close to the fron of the crowd of infected and it slammed into the door. With the speed of the radio rushing down it had broke one of the boards, he had used to barricade the door with, off and it had broke into pieces hitting a couple infected but not a lot. Leaving space of the infected to go threw the door and rip off other boards.


Keith quickly realized what was going to happen if he didn't get out of, there so he quickly turned around to find a way out and he saw through a window that it he might be able to jump through the window, if he was lucky, and get to the roof of another building. He rushed towards the window he slammed his elbow into it, slicing the skin of it and leaving a small cut and making it bruised, the 2'4s had broke apart with the speed he got from rushing at it. He backed up and rushed at the window jumping through it, barely, just as one of the infected had slowly came up the stairs. The roof was just a bit away from him as plummeted towards the ground. Hoping he could catch the lip of the roof, Keith extended both his hands towards the roof hoping to catch it with his hands. When he thought he wasn't going to catch the edge of the roof, he jerked to a stop, his legs banging into the wall of building he had jumped to, he had caught the lip of the building. With all his effort Keith slowly put his feet on the, wall and pulled himself up one step at a time so he wouldn't fall. As he got to the top of the edge of the roof he pulled himself, up. As he got up to the top of the roof and dusted himself up and ripped a piece of cloth from his, now dirty, white t-shirt. He wrapped the piece of cloth around his elbow so it wouldn't bleed and attract the infected.

He got a running jump at the next roof after deciding he cannot stay on this roof all day long. As he got to the opposite,edge he stopped himself. He never was a fan for heights, he walked back to where he had ran from and starting running again, but this time he raised his left leg and pushed off with his right leg. As he sailed through the air to another roof he landed one foot on it, which was followed by the other one. He walked away from the edge and took a few deep breaths before repeating what he did a couple times, until he got to a roof which he heard growling coming from underneath. He walked to the top of the roof and saw a man also on the, roof. He quickly took out his pistol and aimed it at the man, not knoing if he was an infected because his back was turned. "W-who are, you?", Keith stuttered keeping the gun raised his arm was shaking because he was afraid of the person, who he hoped was not an infected.

Keoni sat there, shaking when he heard a voice come from behind him. "Wh-who are you?"

Keoni turned around and saw that this man was pointing a gun at him. The boy jumped back a bit, almost falling off the roof. Regaining his balance, and clinging to his sword, he meekly sputtered, "H-h-h-h-h-hold on there!! I'm just a kid! I come in peace!!" This is it! Keoni thought. This is the end! Oh gods of all holy heaven, how could this happen! His other self responded.

It's because you let this happen you moron!

Did not!

Did too! Who's bright idea was it to just sit up here like a gutless hamster waiting to get devoured?! Why not just put a sign over your forehead that says 'EAT ME'?!

Well your part of me so you technically came up with this plan too!

Who asked you?!

WE DID!!

Keoni slapped himself again. C-calm down! And above all, stop talking to yourself. Just...just make yourself seem normal. Present yourself calmly and he might not kill you. "M-my name is Keoni! I'm just a normal, rational human being, not those zombie weirdos down there!" Suddenly, a zombie had somehow reached the roof, and was growling at Keoni. Screaming, Keoni attempted to run, but then tripped and fell flat on his face. Nice going!

Shut up.

As the kid turned around and he was relieved to find another, human. When the kid slapped himself though he had doubts that this kid might be entirely sane though. He put the gun in it's holster and slowly walked over to the kid, raising his arms up so it showed he didn't want to hurt him. "Hey it's fine I'm not going to hurt, you. I'm just trying to find a way of this fucking, town.", Keith said he let his arms down as he said this so he didn't have to hold them up any longer. This kid might be on the train to crazyville. As long as he doesn't try to eat me like the other people around here I'm fine. Keith thought. Let's hope he doesn't, I wouldn't want to have to shoot this kid. He walked a little closer to the kid then he saw an infected out of the corner of his eyes. As he pulled the pistol out of his holster he saw the kid try to run, but ended up falling on the ground. For the split second he took to notice the kid falling the infected had rushed at the kid the zombie had noticed him. Not wanting to wait a second later he quickly aimed the gun at the, zombie and shot at it two times. One bullet ending up in its neck, the blood spurting out this blood looked oddly different then his. It was abnormally darker, this must bee a side effct of the disease. After he killed the zombie he put the gun back in his holster and walked over to the kid. "You okay there... what's your name?", Keith said extending a hand for the kid to help himself up with.

"K-Keoni" The boy said, letting the stranger help him up. He was thankful that he was there at least. Who knows what would have happened if that zombie got to him. But now they were both stuck on the roof with nowhere to run. The zombies were just everywhere. "Wh-what can we do? Ahh, this is not good for my acrophobia...or my necrophobia!" He started to breath a little faster. "Oooh no." Keoni said. "Not good." He began to panic. "Increased breath intake...heart rate must be off the charts! Blood flowing...feeling faint...!" Keoni slapped himself back to reality. "Gah! No! Think! Think! There must be something...!?" In the chaotic workings of his mind, an idea formed. Th-that's it! Good thinking!

Why thank you!

It was just so amazing, that it couldn't fail. It was..."The side ladders!" He called out. "We can take the side ladders! They lead to the alleyway, plus!" He looked over edge of the building down. Sure enough, the alleyways were clear, since there wasn't anything for the zombies to get there. "There's a manhole! We can use that to get to the sewers! We can pretty much go anywhere through that putrid...road of...fecal rivers..." He then started second guessing himself. "Actually, that doesn't bode well for my claustrophobia, myctophobia, or scatophobia..."

"You okay, Keoni?", Keith said as the kid started to panic. when the kid slapped himself again he figured he does it to calm down. . .or something like that. When the kid said he had an idea of how to get away from the zombies he was relieved, when he hear he had to go through the sewers he got a little less happy when he hear the kid couldn't go through the sewers because of his claughstrophobia, myctophobia, and other things he realize they were officially screwed. Well they were unless Keith thought of a plan that wouldn't put this, kid at risk of throwing up, fainting, or other things. If this kid couldn't go through the sewers would he be able to make a, jump across the gap between each house? Let's hope so. Said his thoughts as he went through the one possible thing way they might be able to get away from this house


"Well, why don't we jump across the gap between each roof until we get to a place we can stay at or something?", Keith suggested hoping the kid didn't have a few of heights. "Also why don't you use that sword." Keith pointed to the sword so the kid knew what he was talking about. "To kill some of the infected so I don't have to go around defending us with this, pistol. Which only has about six shots left in this clip, because I want to use it a little sparingly. We don't know what situations we might get into."

Jamie continued speeding her way through the mainly clear street now. She was getting close to her home when suddenly a mob of the infected appeared, all of them seeming to be trying to get on the roof of some house. "What the h-!" She swerved, a dark fluid hitting the passenger side of the windshield. Slamming her foot down on the breaks in surprise, she hit another three or four of the zombies. Her knuckles were white on the steering wheel as she froze, back pressed against the seat. The creatures growled and the closest group to her started banging against the cars side, pulling against the door and hitting the glass. She screamed, pressing on the gas and running more over, only to slam to a stop when she was about to hit the corner of a house. Jamie was about to hit the reverse when she caught sight of two boys on the roof, one looking like he was about to hyperventilate and the other looking like he wanted to kill something. Somewhere in her mind, she guessed that boy was the cause of the blood on her windshield.

However, her mother-like instincts that were sending her to check on her baby brother told her to get these two and take them away with her.

The zombies turned back to her, but she stayed quiet, a new sense of meaning driving her as Jamie backed up, turning around in circles in the lawn. The zombies were driven back, falling on top of each other. However, one of the creatures figured to jump on the top of her Jeep, crawling deep scratches into the glass while smashing his bloody fist into it. She screamed again, throwing it off as the crack spider-webbed across the windshield. She hopped out, engine still running, and grabbed her chainsaw when she saw the zombies were back far enough and she was close enough to the house for the boys to jump down. "Come on!" Jamie yelled, her chainsaw roaring to life as the girl swung it out, hitting one of the infected who had meandered over. She spared the two a glance. "I said get in the freaking car!" The infected were getting closer, and Jamie was close enough to her car to touch it again.

Keith stared down at the seen that was taking place, below "We might not need to do anything, let's hope this person helps us.'', Keith said to Keoni. He took out his pistol and tried to thin the numbers a bit by shooting at the zombies, after all one dead zombie is better than one alive zombie right? He steadied the gun with both hands and took aim fireing into the crowd of infected people. He fired the rest of his clip, six bullets, into the crowd then he quickly took out another one and put it in. This time he put it back in his holster, he didn't want fire any more. As he was putting the clip in saw the person driving the car the crowd of zombies were following get out with a, chainsaw.


As the lady swung the chainsaw and turned it on he thought her heard he saw something about, getting in the car. He didn't think twice. "C'mon , Keoni! No man left behind!", Keith said telling the kid to follow him. He jumped down from the roof and ran towards the car. He took out his pistol and shot a zombie that was getting closer to him, he didn't want to use any more bullets but helping the person who was trying to save his life was enough to have him shoot zombies random zombies. Even ones who weren't close to him, after he used up four more bullets he got into the passenger seat of the car. "We have to wait for the, kid!", Keith said to her screaming over the chainsaw.

"Wait, what?! Jump down from the roof!?" Keoni looked in horror at the horde below him. Sure the woman with the chainsaw and Keith were there too, but...what was he supposed to do? He didn't deal with heights very well...but what other choice did he have? He clenched the sword in his hand. The man with the gun was right. This was sharp enough. He could definitely use it...

Mustering up whatever courage he had left, he took the dive down, drawing the sword from it's sheathe. On the way down, he chopped at least two zombies in half, albeit by accident. When he landed, he landed hard. On his rear. Painfully picking himself up, he hurried to the car, slamming it behind him. "O-okay I'm here! Let's go let's go lets go!!!" Keoni screamed in a panic.

Jamie, once seeing the two were in the car, jumped in and slammed the door shut. She put her chainsaw in Keith’s lap, grabbing the wheel and locking the doors. Jamie nodded quickly, throwing the shift in reverse and sending them flying back into the street, the car bumping over a few of the infected. Her hand went nimbly back to the shift, moving it back into drive as she straightened up and roared down the street. After a few tense seconds of flying down the clear road, she sighed, slowing just a little.

Jamie reached over to grab the bloodied machine, picking it out of the teen’s lap and moving it in the back next to the other. “God.” She huffed, relaxing slightly against the seat, even taking the care to check her mirrors. “Are you two alright? You could have given me a heart attack back there…” She was acting like she knew the two her entire life.

As she put the chainsaw in his lap he stared at it for a second, looking at how bloody the chainsaw was. He moved it over a little and took out his pistol leaning out the window and turning the gun sideways like a gangster, because he needed to relief some stress, and fired five shots into the crowd of zombies behind them. "Hell yeah, you weird-ass zombie things!", He screamed out the window and sat back in his seat and her was pushed back into the seat. As they were flying down the road he took the time to reload the pistol and make sure he wasn't badly injured from anything.


When Jamie took the chainsaw out of his lap he was releived, mostly because it was getting a lot of blood all over his pants and he didn't want anyone to mistake him for a person who has been bitten. After all of these things were zombies they might be able to infect you, through biting you. Taking a second to secure the bandage over the cut on his elbow he answered Jamie's question, "Yes, I think I'm okay. No seriously wounds or anything, why did you bother stopping to held us though? Also what is your name?"

Keoni was still breathing wuickly, but once they were out of danger he began to calm down. Since the zombie fell through his front door, his entire body was in a constant panic mode. There was no helping that though, that's just who he was. But he definitely had some questions to be answered. Really, he was grateful to the woman who just rescued them. But they had no idea who she was. "S-seriously, what the heck's going on?! One minute I'm in my basement sleeping and the next, I answer the door to my paper boy trying to chew my brains out!" He noticed he was breathing too hard again, and slowed himself down. "D-did something happen?"

"SHIT!" Ryan yelled, as he blasted hot lead pellets down the stairs. Not moments earlier had he watched his neighbor, Mrs.Pennyworth, ripping their land lord apart. Now the floor bellow was filled with the same violent rioters as the streets. This shit has got to stop... Ryan thought urgently to himself as he watched the rioters breaking into the rooms on the floor below and tearing the inhabitants a part, giving up the futile effort to make their way up the stairs.

*Click*

"Oh shi-" Ryan began, cut off by the screams of the ravaging people, now making their way up the stairs. He was out of ammo, and didn't have the time or sanity to reload fast enough to fend them off. That click seemed to signal that he was empty, and they now knew it.

Turning and running up the stairway with the rioters on his heels, he came to the next floor and then the next and the next. Sides hurting and out of breath, he had made it to the top floor. The beasts, not even deserving to be called human any more, were two steps behind him. In an attempt to buy himself time he grabbed the shotgun by the barrel and shell tube and used it as a bat, connecting squarely on the jaw of the closest person. This caused a chain reaction of sorts. As the beast fell it knocked others down and effectively bought Ryan at least an extra thirty seconds.

With a dash to the door that led to the outside rooftop, Ryan burst out into sunlight. Through the bandanna he could smell a putrid scent, something he had smelled before. Standing there and taking in his surroundings he began to realize what the smell was. Death. He had smelled it numerous times in the woods of his hometown in Mississippi when they would stumble upon the former meal of a mountain lion or wolf.

Turning in fright as he heard a shriek behind him, he ran and planted his full weight against the large metal door that kept the, for lack of a better term, zombies from reaching him. With his back against it, he could feel the constant pressure that was being caused by them. Collecting himself with what little time he had, he began loading his shotgun again. Out of the original thirty round box, he had about twenty left after reloading. Stepping back from the door, he watched as it flung open and nearly twenty of the people came spilling out. Within three seconds he had emptied out the five round tube into the crowd, only four or five of the rioters left. Using his shotgun like a bat once again, he finished of the four remaining with only a small chip in the stock as a penalty.

With all of them dead, he walked over and shut the door once again and bared it with an iron pipe that was lying near by. Covered in blood and slightly exhausted from the three floor stair run, he proceeded to double over and vomit. He had just murdered twenty plus people in order to save himself. Looking up to the sky, Ryan could only hope that someone sane would have heard the shots and was coming to help him. Though he seemed safe for now, he wouldn't last long with his limited food and water.

The corners of Jamie’s lips tugged up slightly at his question. “Asleep? Well, at least you were in the basement, Hun.” She glanced back at him before back at the road. “Bombs dropped. I’m not sure why or who did it, but the people that weren’t killed by the impact have turned into weird zombie like things. Like in the movies. But apparently some of the humans are still normal. Fine, even if you could say that.” She chuckled slightly, but only to deal with the stress. “A.K.A. we’re those people. Just breath. I’ll keep you safe.” She smiled. Maybe there's more... She added in her mind.

She turned her mind back to the others question. “Jamie Durmen. And you? And... What happened to you’re arm?” Her eyes blinked a few times as her hand reached over, gently grabbing his elbow to get a better look.

Jane was sitting on a fire escape. She had tried to hide in various buildings (an art museum, a library, etc.), but the zombies had gone everywhere.
"Mom," she said into her phone, "when you get back, call me. I'm in the city. These bombs fell, and zombies are everywhere. I'm seriously not kidding. I'm really really scared; what should I do? Mom, I want to go home. Call me back." She hung up. Had she gotten the answering machine because her mom was out shopping? Or had the infection spread that far already? She looked around. There were zombies and corpses everywhere. She wanted to go home. She started crying. Her eyeshadow made little lines down her face. Not having any better ideas, she tied her red purse to the fire escape so it would be noticeable in case someone came by. Someone like one of those heroes from those zombie movies who has a bat or a gun or something. Until someone like that showed up, there was nothing she could do. Jane sat against the wall and buried her face in her hands.

As she grabbed his elbow, he pulled back. "It's nothing, I was in a building and zombies were pounding at the door. I managed to kill some but then they broke in and I had to bash open a window with my elbow and jump across roof tops, that's why it's bandaged.", Keith replied to her, moving around the makeshift bandaged a little. "And my name is Keith Lenington, though why did you help us?", He said, looking out the window the of the car. He saw in the distance some of the infected beings My god, they are everywhere aren't they?, He noted as he stared at the zombie-like things wandering around. He thought it best not to shoot at them for two reasons, one he might miss and it would be a waste of bullets. Two he might draw nearby zombies to them.


As he stared at them just wandering by he heard gunshots and screams coming from somewhere in a house, not too far away. He noticed a man run out to the roof of the building then press against the, door. Then the man had made a movement, in which Keith didn't know what he was doing, perhaps reloading? It looked as if he had a gun, Keith couldn't see from the distance he was at though, after the man made the movement he moved away, the door had flung open a moment after he had moved and bloodied zombies went onto the rooftop. The man had killed the zombies with something, yes it was definitely a gun, and then hit the remaining zombies with it. "Jamie stop driving, we have to get that guy!", Keith quickly said, know that he knew that the man would not be dead by the time they got to the house because the zombies were gone.

"Jamie stop driving, we have to get that guy!", Keith quickly said.

Keoni was not amused by this notion. "W-what?! Are your nuts?! Nooo way! We are staying right here! In the nice, safe, armored and coolly air conditioned confines of this car!" He looked out, the zombie like creatures walking about. "I-if what she says is true, then the contaminants are highly contagious! Even if we can fend off the germ naturally, if that stuff goes straight into our blood who knows what'll happen!" He took the seat belt and tightly tied it around his waist. "You can try, but I am not budging from this spot!"

"You don't have to move." She said, her eye catching site of the boy on the roof. She undid her seatbelt, reaching behind herself to grab her chainsaw while kicking open the door. "You two stay here. Make sure none of people get over her." Darn those motherly instincts of hers. She forced herself out of the car, her chainsaw staying quiet as she shut the door behind her. The infected hadn't been close enough to get to her yet, so she set her mind on the boy on the roof.

"Hey, you!" Jamie called, pushing a piece of hair out of her eyes. "Can you get down? Come on!" Her hands returned to the chain saw's metal grips as some of the creature got closer. Jamie swung, chain saw, though not active, jerked threw the zombie's bodies, rather roughly, however.

As Jamie said what to do and she left the car the car he replied, "That's okay with, me. I'll shoot some of them for ya." To Keoni for not wanting to help the man on the roof out, he turned around and he said to him, "What the hell are you talking about? We have to help the guy, after all Jamie helped us and we were on a roof. She was surrounded by zombies also, another thing the guy can help up after all he has a gun, probably a shotgun probably! Also I haven't had a mask on and I've been outside for a while and had a couple entrances for the virus to meet my blood, and I haven't turned crazy yet." He tuned back and looked outside the window as Jamie swung the, nonactive, chainsaw at a zombie.


He took out his pistol and cocked it back, opening the car door and stepping out. He kneeled down and took aim firing at the zombies three times, one bullet missed, one hit the stomach of a zombie making him stumable back knocking over other infected beings, and one went into the forehead of one. While he was shooting at them a zombie got a bit to close to him, so close he couldn't shoot at it. He fall back and kicked at its stomach hoping to send it back a bit, he suceeded and got up turning the gun around so he held the barrel of it. He slammed the butt of the gun into the zombies head smashing the skull open. The zombie dropped to the ground blood seeping out of its cracked skull as he held the gun normally again firing, making sure he shot at the ones getting close.

"Y-yeah that's true but what can we-- HEY!!" Keoni couldn't finish, as Jamie and Keith both leaped out of the car and toward the zombie horde. Keoni sat in the car, shaking a bit. Not able to handle the solitude, he leaped out of the car, the sword in his hand unsheathed. "Hold on! Don't leave me behind like that~!!!" The zombie like creatures came and tried chasing after the screaming teen. But this time Keoni, instead of running, swung the sword wildly, cutting any zombie that got too close. He almost tripped again, as he caught up to the chainsaw lady and Keith. "A-alright, I guess I am coming along..."

Nice going, now you look like a hypocrite.

Leave me alone!

No.