Adam's eyes opened,he was laying on the ground.without any feeling he automatically stands up.For a moment there is a brief flash of conciousness as his former life flashes before his eyes before fading into oblivion,all his memories,feelings,obligations,all gone.The one thing that remained was...his hunger.The hunger hit him sudddenly as if he was punched in the stomache,which caused him to let out a blood curtling groan,he looked around and lurched forward in search for food,no thought as to where he was going,no conciousness to determine what to do next,just aimlessly wandering forward looking for something to fill his gaping hunger.

Adam wanders out into a street and happens upon a man,holding his shoulder with a gun in his hand.The man raised his gun at the creature formallly known as Adam Seanz,he pulled the trigger...but nothing.Just a click

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" the man yelled at Adam

Adam heard the click of the gun and for a second something flashed in his mind...a memory? The image only lasted for a second before he violently lunged at the man,tearing his throat and swallowing his flesh.He devoured half the man,when done he stood up,with meat dangling from his lips and blood dripping from the sides of his mouth he shambled off in search of another meal,for the man he'd just eating did not even leave a dent in his massive hunger...

Dimitri casually walked down the middle of a once busy street, his AK-74u resting on his shoulder. He seemed to not care much for the zombie apocalypse. To him, this was just one big battle. Just like in the Spetsnaz, minus friends dieing. He knew better than that. Making friends in a zombie apocalypse is foolish. Your friend dies, you grieve, you get a bite to the neck, you die, your friends grieve, they die, no more humans, the world is fucked.
Simple as that.

He wasn't careless and oblivious to his surroundings though. His training in the Spetsnaz made that impossible. The slightest shuffle of footsteps attracted his attention, and he was scanning the area ahead of him. His grip on his assault rifle was tense, and his muscles were, too. He was ready to unload an entire clip into somebody, or swallow his pride and run like hell if he didn't have enough bullets.

In the distance, he heads screams. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" followed by a gruesome, blood curdling scream, as if he were being eaten alive. Dimitri lowered his rifle to waist level and began walking in that direction, expecting nothing but the worst.

Adam shambled through the streets,wandering for food.He noticed a man,crouching in the corner.He looked scared,Adam cocked his head slightly,his face was an emotionless mask that showed only hate and rage.He was about to lunge at this new source of food,when a crunch causd him to look up.Another man,holding a gun,walking slowly through the street.Adam looked between the two sources of food and decided to go after the cowering one.He shambled down the alley,when he came upon the man it did not move,it did not yell,or scream,or try to run away.The man stayed crouched there his eyes transfixed on Adam's

"go away..."the man said in a low,lonely,helpless voice. Adam shuffled closer,but the man stopped talking,just stood there. In one jagged movement Adam sank his teeth into the man and began eating him alive.still the man said nothing as Adam ripped pieces off of him. With his final breath the man uttered "susan" and his eyes glazed over,a sure sign he was dead.Adam continued to eat the mans corpse.When he was done he just shambled away...

Dimitri caught a glance of one of the infected zombies darting over towards a dark corner, he could not see what was in the corner, but he could hear gnawing. "Fucking zombies.. eating them alive.. shits just wrong." he muttered. He could stand crawling through pools of blood with barbed wire millimeters from your neck, and being shot and dragged into capitivity, or even tortured - but not being eaten alive. Dimitri's eyes instinctively snapped to the zombie again as it shambled away. He began to follow it slowly, keeping his distance. He didn't want to follow it to a hoard of zombies, which he noticed recently they were forming packs, and to follow a zombie to one of those would be suicide.

Moments after following the zombie he heard a gargled moan from behind and he was tackled to the ground by something. Like he didn't know what it was. He hit the ground hard, and right after the impact he rolled over with great force, smashing the zombie onto the ground just as hard as it had to him. He smacked the zombie with the butt of the gun in the face twice, once more across the side of it's head, and reached for his knife. He raised it with both hands and drove it down into the zombies neck, slicing it's spinal chord clean in half. Well, not clean- but close enough to kill it. That's good enough, because even if it didn't kill it, it couldn't walk anymore. Or crawl. Or squirm. Or inch.

He stood up and looked around. He didn't exactly know where he was, or where he was going.. but he needed to find out. He couldn't remember if it was before noon or after, but he didn't want to be out after dark, that's for sure.

Adam had located another source of food,but this one was heavily armed.As he got closer to the food he started to make out the guns of the men,and something flashed in his mind again.He didnt know what but he knew he shouldnt go in that direction.He turned around and began to walk in the direction he came from.Hoping he'd come across another source of food,ever since his first kill the hunger in the stomache had been inceasing.
Adam lets out a loud moan and kept walking,he didnt know why he didnt what he did,soon he heared voices coming down the street,two men had heard his moan and came to investigate.However they had passed him without knowing.Adam stepped out into the street and followed the two moving meals.

looking around maria stealthily made her way across a street keeping an eye out for zombies "since i used most of my bullets on a horde yesterday i guess i should start raiding empty homes for extra ammo... maybe a few of the stores..." sneaking off into a few houses and stores she ends up finding nothing and sitting on the gun supplies store's front steps "well...i guess i've ran out of luck..."

The woman walked slowly along, dragging what seemed to be a large sword behind her, which scraped loudly against the concrete as she stumbled forward, never quite looking for anything... but at the same thing searching for something. She didn't know what - she hadn't the mind to know what.

It had only been a few weeks since she had become like this, but already her thoughts were scrambled... she was repeating herself over and over... over and over... over and over... she could still hear their voices - their voices - the voices of her children, of her husband... of her friends... of her children... her husband...

Over and over... over and over...

Something to her right... something was there... she stopped, and her head turned to the left, where she saw a building - a building? Was that what it was called? A building? - and there in front of the building, she saw a girl... was it a girl? What was a girl? A girl... a human girl... human... human... blood... girl... blood... human....

She smelled something - something that she felt she needed, and she started forward. Andromeda turned slowly, walking toward the girl with slow, rather melancholic footsteps. She could hear the screeching of her sword behind her - the screeching of the sword behind her as it dragged against the concrete... and soon her footsteps quickened. Before she knew it, she found herself hobbling along clumsily toward the girl, her footsteps uneven, almost tripping many times... she brought her sword up behind her... she knew it had to be good for something... she brought her sword up behind her, raised it with one hand... one hand... one hand... fingers... hands... fingers... blood.

Blood.

Blood.

BLOOD!

Nothing....nothing Adam did would cure the raging hunger he now possessed...the one thing that echoed in his mind was more,more,more.He felt something inside him,changing,moving.He collasped to the ground convulsing as if in a seizure.Adam vomited up blood...what blood was left in him.His eyes rolled to the back of his head,and as if he was dead he suddenly stopped moving.just stillness,his mouth wide open.His DNA was changing,mutating from the virus that caused him to change into a bloodthirsty zombie.He would become a horrible monsterous creature.but for now,he layed their.blood dripping from his mouth and flesh hanging from his lips...

maria looked up from the pebble she was rolling around with her foot when she heard a metallic screech and her eyes widened "Oh no..." going into the building she locks the big oak door "please dear god let that door with stand that zombie and whatever it does" she looks around and hides under a big oak desk hoping like no tomorrow she stays safe

Andromeda let out a terrible shriek as she hurtled toward the door, and now brought the sword down where the girl was only moments ago. Again, the woman shrieked and raised her sword, slashing at the door now, which was basically just a large window, which shattered almost immediately under her brute strength. Still screaming almost uncontrollably, Andromeda swung her sword again, just enough to knock herself off balance, so that she plummeted to the ground. She instinctively tried to hold herself up by taking a step forward, but as she did this, her foot made contact with the remaining shards of the now-broken window-door, and she went down hard, having lost her balance again.

She landed with a dull, and rather sickening thud on the ground, which forced her to stop screaming, and grunt instead. Her sword slid out of her hand as her fingers opened in reflex, and as she failed to catch herself with her hands, there was a loud crack as the frail bone in her wrist cracked. At the sound, Andromeda attempted another scream, but ended up with nothing but a rather low "Uuuuggggghhhh...."

with her hand over her mouth maria stayed as still as she could zombie plus sword equals a horrible chance at living. please dear god someone help she thought as she almost started to cry but contained herself, silently praying over and over in her head

Andromeda grunted as she tried to stand up again, but pressed again her broken wrist, and as a result fell again, slamming her face against the floor. She tried again - and again - and again... but always had the same result. She felt nothing, nothing at all. All she could think of doing was getting to her feet again, but that didn't seem to be working. However, she didn't have the mind to realize this. She didn't have any logic in her at all. All she could do was try again and again, and again and again... until her hand was finally bent all the way back against her arm. Without the sense of pain, though, she felt nothing.

Adam's eyes flew open,he was lying on the ground for some time.using what strength he had.Adam rose up of the cold ground.Something ws different,he was much bigger,his arms were larger than before he passed out.There was another thing....a thought.Adam's brain had been somewhat restored by the virus,but not in a good way.He had a newfound rage for anything and everything.He no longer cared if one was a zombie,or a person.He just wanted to kill and feed.And with his new strength,and sort of intact mind,he was more dangerous than ever.He picked up a large steel pipe bout the length of a golfclub and the width of a persons arm,He darted out into the open where he encountered a zed feasting on a humans body,immediatly he raised the steel pipe and brought it down on the zombies skull,he was rewarded with a satisfying crunching sound,the zombie fell over dead.Adam continued donw the road,hoping to encounter more things to kill.

Maria looks at the zombie lying on the floor trying to get up "Now's my chance." she dashes to one of the back windows and climbs out running every which way down an alley system and comes out near the hospital and sits against the alley wall "im away from the sword swinging zombie...thank god" her shoulders sag in relief

Andromeda finally managed to stand up again, her hand having fallen off by now. Although she barely noticed this, due to the fact that she felt absolutely no pain, she found that she was suddenly moving a little more awkwardly than usual with just her wrist to support her. However, in the next few seconds she realized that she had another hand. Then, she continued through the store after she picked up her sword again, and started swinging it blindly, unsure of what she was aiming for anymore. She couldn't smell the human, but she just continued forward.

Abel finally made it to Arkansas and walked around to see if it was safe or not. The streets looked deserted and no one was around. Abel was wearing his diving suit with chain mail underneath and looked around to find any living or dead people around. Abel parked his large white truck on the side of the road and started scouting the area. Abel pulled out a machete and held it in his hand and started searching to find anyone in the area.