Introduction
No one knows why exactly it happened. Some blame God, others the military or terrorists. All anyone knows is that because of what happened three months ago, Hell has come to earth, and it's brought friends. It is roughly estimated that at least half of the worlds population has become an 'Infected,' basically a zombie, except their still alive. They feel no pain, show no mercy, and will kill anything. Anyone who gets bitten or scratched by one of them will get sick as well and lose their mind, and, like a zombie, the only way to take them down for sure is a bullet to the center of their brain. But, dispite the fact that they feel no pain, their wounds will kill them. Cuts become infected, broken bones don't mend, and blood lost is still effective. By now most of the initial infected are all dead, either having been killed outright or from dying of their wounds.
There is no society anymore, no rules to follow, no laws to break. There are only the people and the Infected, and it looks like the people might loose.
Roads are clogged with abandoned cars, crashes, pile ups, dead bodies, and no one cares. There is no electricity, the gas pumps no longer work, the foods that could spoil in the markets have. Most animals are either infected or will run away at the sight of a human, healthy or not. People carry guns in the strees and shoot one another, and no one gives a damned about any of it. If you're lucky, you fall into a group of like minded folks willing to lend you a hand, for a ways at least, and if you aren't so lucky you wake up and all your food and guns are gone, your so called friends haveing left you to the Infected with no hope left.
People cling to whatever they have left in this world. Some believe that this is all a test, and that God will save them, keep them safe, while others think the opposite, that this is God's punishment for the evil we have wrought. The more logical ones believe in a place, a nearly mythic place now, called the Safe Zone. The safe Zone is supposedly an area in the deserts of the west where the military have set up a baracade. They let anyone healthy in and kill anyone else. daily, supposedly, they send squads of soliders out via helicopter to search for survirors, although you rarely find a believeable person who's ever saw, let alone heard one of them. But people cling, and flock to the west, hoping beyond hope it's true, and as they do so they wonder, some of them do at least, what ever happened to the other places in the world? China, Cuba, Afganistan, Africa? Are there still normal wars being fought, do people outside the USA not know what's going on with us?
There is, in truth, no one left who can give anyone any sort of answer they want to hear, and so people stop listening to the truth all together and believe what they want. Some stay put, defending hearth and home, other move on. Some kill as many Infected as possible, others kill themselves, and even wstill, some people will kill anything that moves Infected or not. And the ones to reallt watch out for are the Crazed. The Crazed are normal, non-Infected people who have basically gone mad, or maybe they were already that way and this just gave them an excuse. They make sure that any Infected they kill is burned on a pyre, like a big celebratory bonfire, but they also kill the normal people, and what they do with them is even worse. Some hang normals up like scarecrows to attract the Infected, some use them as trophies. But, worst of all, some eat them. Maybe it's because they can find no other meat, maybe they just like the taste.
But in this new world there is one simple rule which everyone knows. Kill, or be killed.
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*Notes-
The Infected are not zombies. They can die just like us, it's just not such an easy task. As mentioned earlier they are susceptile to infection, meaning that if they recieve a nasty would it will become infected, and most likely gangrenes, which will spread, and can kill. They also have a limited amout of blood, and if it runs out they die, same as us. The big difference between the two of us is that they feel no pain, so this makes a shot to the head, decapitation, and things of the like, the best way of killing them. As far as looks, they still look human, except for a nasty rash covering their bodies in large splotches, pale, dirty skin, and milkey, dead eyes.
There are someplaces where you can drive a car, but not many. Mostly people walk, or if they do drive, it's either a single person vehicle of some sort, or they drive one car as far as they can, then abandon it for another when the road gets to clogged.
When it comes to weapons, whatever you want. However, no powers. There is no reason for anyone to have any supernatural abilities. And when it comes to weapons, there are no futuristic weapons avalible, so no lazer guns or light sabers. And it would be smart to use only what you can carry with you.
There is no society anymore, no rules to follow, no laws to break. There are only the people and the Infected, and it looks like the people might loose.
Roads are clogged with abandoned cars, crashes, pile ups, dead bodies, and no one cares. There is no electricity, the gas pumps no longer work, the foods that could spoil in the markets have. Most animals are either infected or will run away at the sight of a human, healthy or not. People carry guns in the strees and shoot one another, and no one gives a damned about any of it. If you're lucky, you fall into a group of like minded folks willing to lend you a hand, for a ways at least, and if you aren't so lucky you wake up and all your food and guns are gone, your so called friends haveing left you to the Infected with no hope left.
People cling to whatever they have left in this world. Some believe that this is all a test, and that God will save them, keep them safe, while others think the opposite, that this is God's punishment for the evil we have wrought. The more logical ones believe in a place, a nearly mythic place now, called the Safe Zone. The safe Zone is supposedly an area in the deserts of the west where the military have set up a baracade. They let anyone healthy in and kill anyone else. daily, supposedly, they send squads of soliders out via helicopter to search for survirors, although you rarely find a believeable person who's ever saw, let alone heard one of them. But people cling, and flock to the west, hoping beyond hope it's true, and as they do so they wonder, some of them do at least, what ever happened to the other places in the world? China, Cuba, Afganistan, Africa? Are there still normal wars being fought, do people outside the USA not know what's going on with us?
There is, in truth, no one left who can give anyone any sort of answer they want to hear, and so people stop listening to the truth all together and believe what they want. Some stay put, defending hearth and home, other move on. Some kill as many Infected as possible, others kill themselves, and even wstill, some people will kill anything that moves Infected or not. And the ones to reallt watch out for are the Crazed. The Crazed are normal, non-Infected people who have basically gone mad, or maybe they were already that way and this just gave them an excuse. They make sure that any Infected they kill is burned on a pyre, like a big celebratory bonfire, but they also kill the normal people, and what they do with them is even worse. Some hang normals up like scarecrows to attract the Infected, some use them as trophies. But, worst of all, some eat them. Maybe it's because they can find no other meat, maybe they just like the taste.
But in this new world there is one simple rule which everyone knows. Kill, or be killed.
-=-=-=-
*Notes-
The Infected are not zombies. They can die just like us, it's just not such an easy task. As mentioned earlier they are susceptile to infection, meaning that if they recieve a nasty would it will become infected, and most likely gangrenes, which will spread, and can kill. They also have a limited amout of blood, and if it runs out they die, same as us. The big difference between the two of us is that they feel no pain, so this makes a shot to the head, decapitation, and things of the like, the best way of killing them. As far as looks, they still look human, except for a nasty rash covering their bodies in large splotches, pale, dirty skin, and milkey, dead eyes.
There are someplaces where you can drive a car, but not many. Mostly people walk, or if they do drive, it's either a single person vehicle of some sort, or they drive one car as far as they can, then abandon it for another when the road gets to clogged.
When it comes to weapons, whatever you want. However, no powers. There is no reason for anyone to have any supernatural abilities. And when it comes to weapons, there are no futuristic weapons avalible, so no lazer guns or light sabers. And it would be smart to use only what you can carry with you.
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The sun was beginning to set. all around Dante were bodies, and parts of bodies. In his hands he held his claymore, which was now covered in blood and gore. He wondered if the viking berserkers ever felt like this afte a victory. although, he had to admit, it wasn't really a good feeling. These things had once been people, just like himself. Now they were nothing but infected human waste blocking Main Street in a little town called Oakcrest.
Reaching down, keeping the claymore gripped tightly in his left hand, he picks up the ruined rag of one of their shirts and begins wiping his long blade off. Once the job is done he tosses the rag down and lifts the sword up, slipping it down into it's sheath once more.
"How many of you are there left?" he asks himself quietly as he looks around for any survivors. "How many more do I get to kill?"
This was the way of the world now. Things had moved on. People walked the streets with guns and knives, killing and stealing, and most of them only wanted to survive. Of course there were also those who were taking advantage of it all. Gangs of people who, because they were tough and, usually stupid as well, roamed the streets, taking anything they wanted because no one would stop them.
Turning away from this scene Dante walks over to the street corner where this had started and picks up his pack and rifle. Looking around from there he picked what looked like a decent place to sleep and headed towards it. Tonight it would be a small public library, two stories. It seemed almost untouched, but, then again, who actually read books anymore? After picking the lock he walked in and found the place was warm, filled with the scent of old books. He loved that smell, and after closing and locking the door again he began looking around, first for a good book, then fora comfy looking table to sleep on.
Reaching down, keeping the claymore gripped tightly in his left hand, he picks up the ruined rag of one of their shirts and begins wiping his long blade off. Once the job is done he tosses the rag down and lifts the sword up, slipping it down into it's sheath once more.
"How many of you are there left?" he asks himself quietly as he looks around for any survivors. "How many more do I get to kill?"
This was the way of the world now. Things had moved on. People walked the streets with guns and knives, killing and stealing, and most of them only wanted to survive. Of course there were also those who were taking advantage of it all. Gangs of people who, because they were tough and, usually stupid as well, roamed the streets, taking anything they wanted because no one would stop them.
Turning away from this scene Dante walks over to the street corner where this had started and picks up his pack and rifle. Looking around from there he picked what looked like a decent place to sleep and headed towards it. Tonight it would be a small public library, two stories. It seemed almost untouched, but, then again, who actually read books anymore? After picking the lock he walked in and found the place was warm, filled with the scent of old books. He loved that smell, and after closing and locking the door again he began looking around, first for a good book, then fora comfy looking table to sleep on.
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