Luke was leaning against a wall when all of this went down. He first spotted something out of the ordinary as one of the people began to attack and..? Eat another person he walked over there "hey?..What's going on why are you doing that.." he tried to push away the thing but only got a glare, not just any kind of glare. A glare from something that looks extremely hungry. Luke swallowed hard and just backed away. His eyes began to dart around for anything, or anyone as he looked towards a hall with people running through in a panic he called "H-help..?" he only began to make his way towards that hallway all the while keeping his eye on the thing and for anything else like it.

His first instinct was to get home, but how could he do that? he picked up his bag on the way to the hall and began to make his way past it. He just didn't wanna stay there,near whatever that was. He shivered. Where could he go, he wondered and hoped someone would be able to help him through this.

(OOC:hope this is alright..)

(OOC: I posted before,but i don't think it ended up posting...So if it ends up showing up later,sorry!)

Amy had had a busy day today,she stepped off of the subway,onto the platform. Her medicine had worn off,and she hadn't bothered to take more. She started walking,like any normal day,to the exit,until she heard a scream.
Amy looked around,as the panic started brewing. People were screaming about something she couldn't see. Then she saw a man,bloody,and torn.
A voice came on over the intercom,about staying calm,but she barely heard it. Amy realized,more and more people,were turning into what this person looked like. One ventured to close,letting out a moan of pain,and Amy screamed,kicking it away. She had,at least,managed to deteer it from her,as she ran,not really knowing were she was going.

*Another day in the windy city, and Rachel still felt as though there was a hole in her soul, something she just couldn't shake. Her day was fairly uneventful, but there was an interesting offer for some of her paintings; she'd have to give Mr. Simms a call tomorrow. Ever since the Navy, Rachel was having a hard time returning to civilian life; but she just couldn't stay in the military anymore...maybe she'd go back and teach at the academy..

Her thoughts were interrupted by the high shrill of a dying scream and she slipped out of her seat on the busy train, her hand going to her knife instinctively. She stopped before withdrawing it and looked through the crowd at the scene of terror that was unfolding. She hardly heard the intercom announcement, and proceeded to slink to the next car, putting distance between the crazies and herself.*

"Son of a bitch..."

The evening trains of rush hour were ever this crowded and confined, despite the dilapidated environment that was prevalent with most public transport systems. Today was no exception, only it was one of Wes's rare moments using the Chicago Subway system. Rare with his unfamiliarity with the system and it's ever constant movement. Well, he was after all from Wyoming, which was rather rural compared to the hustle and bustle of Chicago, and he wasn't enjoying his new environment.

The trains felt cold, literally and emotionally. Everyone seemed to mind their own business, reading the papers, taking a nap or simply staring into blank space as the movement of the train tossed their torsos forward and backward repetitively like mindless zombies, communication among the commuters were minimal, and noise was negligible other than the uniform chugging of the train, making the entire scene dull and mechanical. Wes, like everyone else decided to draw out his I-Phone for some form of entertainment, after all his destination was a good twenty minutes from McCormick's, which was just pulling up beside him.

However, despite the ordinarily of today's events so far, McCormick Place Station looked different. Speaking of zombies, they are apparently 'filming' one right outside, but where is the film crew? Everyone peered out of the window as the train slowed down before coming to a complete stop. Silence. Moments later, it was broken by a splatter of blood across that hit the window with an audible splash, triggering screams and cries within the train, and then the train doors opened.

"Oh shit..."

Trinity was panting while running through an alleyway. She couldn't believe what was going on. She held her left hand that wasn't holding the shotgun to her heart hoping it would quit pounding. Her bright green eyes had seen the death of her own parents from some cannibal human being she had never seen before in her life. She had seen her own parents take after her ready to kill her. The only thing she could think to do out of survival instincts and that was to kill them with her daddy's shotgun that had been hidden up in her parents bedroom.
Now she was here in an alleyway far away from home. Her knees went weak and she collapsed onto them her long brown hair falling around her face crying her eyes out not knowing what to do next. In the alleyway she had fallen she noticed that it was near the subway. Someone came over the speaker telling everyone to avoid platform 7E. She wondered to herself what was going on she could quite comprehend. There was yelling and screaming all around her. Quickly she rose to her feet and began yelling into the crowd "what is going on?" Trinity continued on yelling but no one would answer her. She was frightened and scared this was not suppose to be happening. Her head was clouded with thoughts that began to overwhelm her. All Trinity wanted was some answers.

((xtrinity you're supposed to make a character on the OCC and Sign ups the link is at the top of the first post))

"Corporal Stevenson, this is dispatch. Could you proceed to McCormick Metro Station. We're getting reports people fighting on the platform possibly racial or gang violence. You're the closest to the scene so can you go check it out." said the Police Dispatch Officer.

"OK, Dispatch could you put back up on stand by?" said William pulling his Patrol Car into a vacant park across from the Metro Station.

"Confirmed Corporal." we have a squad car already on it's way.

Will stepped out of his car and walked across the street. Walking down the stairs he noticed that there were a lot more people going out than in. Most off them seemed to be walking quickly with their heads down but as he got futher in more people were running and some were screaming. Will reached a balcony over Platform 7E he looked over and saw a man covered in blood biting a man who had fallen over, another man with a bite wound lay near by dispite the large bleeding wound the man was starting to stand back up.

"Oi You!! Stay right there!" He shouted at the bloodied man. As he ran down the stairs. "Chicargo PD! Get down on the ground now sir!!"

But the man just ignored him and started moaning and shuffling towards him. Will noticed that a few people were acting similarly. He drew his pistol. "Where's my bloody back up! I need it now!!"

The reply came over the radio. "It's on it's way."

The man continued to shuffle towards Will. He chambered a round, "Stand down or I will shoot!!"

The man continued to advance. "Damn it." Will fired a shot into the man's sholder. Apart from knocking his balance for a second the man continued advancing.

Will fired a shot into the mans chest "Holy Shit!! Dispatch he won't go down!"

Panicking he fired a round into the mans head. It went cleanly into the forehead and the man dropped to the ground.

((First kill!))

The subway had a very simple design. There were multiple track that the trains would arrive on. Bridges went over train and led you to the tracks on the other side, allowing you to get to the train you wanted to easily. In the middle of the station was a large waiting area, a ticket booth in the direct center. Benches of green plastic housed people, but are now obstacles. Behind Will is an exit, but it isn't only the living who've noticed.

The crisp sound of gunfire amongst the moans, growls and screams in the pit drew the eyes of the dead. They lurched forward, slowly and steadily. Some branched off with new screams and noises, but a well sized group continued towards the policeman that had fired his rounds into the living corpse. Thankfully the living corpse was no longer living and laid still, blood pooling from its pierced cranium.

[Six zombies are coming towards you, you see more feasting on others as well.]

Two trains were stuck in the station. One arriving, the other in preparation to leave. However, both would stay where the were as blood and the dead found their way to them. In one train opened doors aloud dozens to pool in, their numbers growing as surprised and confused train goers were taken down by fierce jaws. The zombies advanced, in both ways towards the front and back of the train. They met little resistance and the crowd of people didn't do well to organize a safe escape. Many pushed others into the approaching dead in an effort to stall them. This only added to the problem. A car ahead Rachel was safe for the moment, but then the doors opened. At first it seemed clear, but as people began to pool out, forgetting their previous path. Some of the dead adapted and met them at the doors, but up ahead had been cleared of swarming crowds.

[Going backwards would be suicidal, and the doors are swarming with zombies. You can move forward and try another door, or you can try the one closest to you before it becomes overcrowded by zombies.]

In the other train, the one that had just arrived was a similar problem. The opened doors gave a direct route of entrance and exit, as did the doors of the other train, but with a lower number of zombies. Both Wes and and Amy are on this train, rather supposed to be debarking. The zombie that had lurched towards Amy fell back. Her kick struck its chest, doing no real damage, but caused it to fall backwards and onto the ground. The zombies still remain unconcerned of this train as the gunshots and other train have drawn them away.

[The doors have only a few zombies, escape would be simple if you could avoid a bite.]

The center of the subway writhed with the living and the dead. Everything was chaos, and the trains opened directly onto this onslaught.

Life….funny thing….a blur, an instant, a receding flash, yet a never-ending entity, slow and thick like molten tar. This was the life of Julias Alexander Hyde; His past, his youth, his love, all a blur, now just a receding memory in the doldrums of life. He now lived day to day, nothing really to look forward to other than his work, than those few minutes each day when he got so caught up in his one last respite that he forgot the world around him. Other than that, it was all slow, sluggish, drawn out, unreal even. The pills didn’t help, not for him at least. Other stopped noticing it, his quirks, his problems, but it was just the same for him, he took the pills out of habit more than anything. To that point the little capsules of concentrated medication passed his lips absentmindedly, his eyes keeping their same glazed look as the train whizzed through its tunnel and the small bottle returned once more to his pocket.

As the train pulled to a stop for the tenth time, the hundredth time, the thousandth time Julias moved forward, first out of the crowded tube of steel and glass, absorbed in the daze of his life. As he step forward his brain slowly recognized the panic before him. People ran screaming across the platform, others lay on the grown clutching grievous wounds or amputated limbs. A bloodied figure stumbled towards Julias, its eyes glazed white, hunger evident in its movements. Just wonderful, thought Julias, now I’m hallucinating. He’d have to talk to his doctor again, something must have been wrong with those pills. Starting forward Julias headed towards the exit. He’d just keep going until the hallucination stopped, otherwise everyone would think he was crazy, but then again maybe he was crazy, he couldn’t really tell anymore.

As he approached the hallucination before him the creature reared back and flailed forward, bashing him with its shoulder like a football player. With a crack Julias snapped back into the world, broken from his daily trudge through the world. Something had just hit him, the crack….the crack had come from his head hitting the window on the outside of the train. The man, the man covered in blood, now lumbered towards those still standing in the train, many of whom were screaming at the top of their lungs. Shakily dragging himself to his feet Julias looked around him. There were two trains at the platform. People were everywhere, running, screaming, panicking. He was panicking too he supposed, his heart was beating like crazy, his eyes were darting everywhere, but it felt kind of good to do something new.

Snapping back to reality Julias watched another bloody form lumber its way to him. Blinking back a possible concussion, or possibly the pills, Julias did the only thing that seemed right; run towards the exit, or more specifically to barrel straight through the form standing directly between him and the exit.

*This is quickly turning into a very bad situation...think Rachel, think! As the screams got louder and the terror escalated, Rachel tried to take everything in and escape as quick as she could. It was hard to get exact bearings and judge how much time and distance Rachel had between herself and the crazies; then again, she was never good at figuring that sort of thing out. Suddenly, Rachel heard thumping and scratching against the outside of the train: a swarm of the crazies were trying to get into the train! She looked behind her and realized that there was not return, and that the other cars could be compromised...she had to get out of the train. It seemed as though there weren't as many whatever-they-weres near her door yet, so Rachel decided to take a chance and escape as soon as possible.

She stayed crouched and advanced toward the door, knife out and pointing down in her left hand. In one swift motion, she pulled the emergency door release tab, causing the train doors to swing outward; and dove out of the train onto the platform, landing in a roll and springing to her feet...*

Amy stopped running,and looked at the doors. There were a couple of zombies at each door.
Maybe I could make it pass them.. She thought to herself. She thought of how fast she would need to run,and started running towards the door.
She was really hoping for getting out alive,from these...zombies.
When she reached a door,she moved as fast as she could,which wasn't very fast,and brought her leg up in attempt to kick a zombie...