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The rage...invented by man, we experimented on primates to create something that would help us but instead we have destroyed ourselves...the virus induces extreme bloodlust and rage in the infected, they hunt till they die...

28 Days Later

Britain is a state of isolation, the virus spread quickly and now very few survivors cling desperately to life, US aid is set to arrive and clear the place for Quarantine...

28 Weeks Later

Britain is quarantined, the recolonization of Britain has begun but something unseen happened, the virus has resurfaced and once again infected Britain...this time one got out...

28 Years Later

The virus has remained dormant for 28 Years but a transfer has sparked in the US, the virus has resurfaced and now, it's all over the world...

Journals of the last survivors...

Day 20- Journey through Hell

The streets of New York are empty, the last survivors either in hiding or keeping to the rooftops, the few that do remain have the scarce supplies of New York at their hands but soon food will run short, radio signals are dead except for one message that plays, "South...junction...2...army...relief"

20 days remaining...

Christopher walked slowly alone down an empty block gun on his back, baseball bat in hand. His light gray jumper stuck out so clearly as he walked. Though what didn't when your alone walking down an empty city street. He grinned hearing the radio signal "Yeah and like I'm going to fall for that rubbish again" Chris was at a loss he ran off towards the side walk and headed off towards an ammo store.

It was a typical thing when you see the answer you run for it "Oh you got to be kidding me" He yelled looking off at the building it wasn't that there wasn't any ammo. It was that this was were he was going to meet up with a group of army personal. What he found was what he thought would come of them. "Damn it!"

He backed away from three bodies laying inside the store, not even caring about there weapons and such he walked out the the store. "This is enough" Christopher found himself back in the middle of the street looking around at the ruins of a once great city "I have had it..."

He pulled a hand gun off the side of him and held it to his head with in seconds he pulled the trigger and dropped to his knees. With in minutes he found out the gun didn't go off he wasn't dead. "Shit!" He muttered as he opened his eyes seeing a horde come at him "SHIT!!" Chris jumped up and took off, back on the run that's what his life. The only life to live.

Crack. Elia's icy blue eyes shot open to a world that once existed only in her nightmares, now reaching out and refusing to release the horrible reality from which she could not escape. A few rays of sun cracked through a devil's sky as the world lay in ruins, it seemed. The young woman peeled her body from its sleeping position, leaning up against an exhaust vent on the top of six story building overlooking what had once been a busy street full of life and motion.

Now, it seemed that the only motion belonged to them. Elia Barron tried to take stock of how she'd gotten to this point. They had been packing up, preparing to head back for Moscow when the infection hit. Some form of God had reached down into her world and told her to grab her weapon and as much ammunition as she could carry. The living nightmares had carried her up to this point, already claiming the two comrades she'd made off with. Now, it was about moving from rooftop to rooftop. It seemed safer here.

Leaning over the edge of the building, the Spetznaz sniper allows her eyes to train on the chaos of the street below. Four of them giving chase to a man clearly left with some sense of life, some ability to move, to think. "Fucking luck," she said, lowering her rifle onto the ledge of the building and waiting, bringing the running figures of the sickly animated into her scope.

Christopher kept at it running as fast as he legs could carry him "Damn you!" He yelled as he ran the gang of zombies closing in on him. If he turned and fired he could take out a few, but it would give him away from the last. Yet if he kept running he would soon tire and all would get him."Shit!" He yelled once more then did it.

He ran quickly as he could then turned around and cocked his shot gun "Allons-y!!" He yelled as he fired hitting two right off the bat but the other two still came at him. "Dear god" Christopher said as he pulled out his other gun and started firing was best as he could.

It was then, like bolt of lightning from an angry god, the wrath of heaven poured down in the form of a high-velocity rifle round, burying itself in the neck of the closest attacker. Only three seconds of silence followed before another shot rained upon the flash of movement, this time missing low, catching the last assailant in the hip and shattering the bone there. Not a lethal shot, but at least immobilizing the attack long enough for an escape for a kill shot. "Two shots," the blonde-haired woman sighed, rising to her feet and making her appearance noticable on the rooftop, announcing the world with the two booming blows from the rifle now protruding from her hip.

Two shots. Her mind constantly reloaded with the weapon after every round ejected from the chamber as if a lethal countdown. Perhaps too true an example.

Kevin heard nearby noises of gunfire and footsteps, he thought to himself, "Looks like I'll be seeing some uninfected soon," He walked solemnly towards the noise, while putting 12.7 Rifle ammo into his VSS Vintorez, the Rebellion. Even now he still thought, "How could this be happening?!!" Kevin sighed. He started walking to the source of the gunfire when suddenly he heard breathing... breathing.

Suddenly afraid, Kevin took out his Tommy Gun and looked around, nobody left or right. He looked behind him, no one there either! Then where could- He looked above him, and as if by signal, the infected on top dropped onto him, preparing to sink it's deadly fangs into him. With a powerful smash Kevin managed to knock the infected off him. He pointed the muzzle of his tommy gun at the infected and fired a spray of bullets into it, eventually killing it. It was now just a corpse with bullet holes all over it.

Kevin took a moment to check for scratches on him, none. He started walking to the noise now, more cautiously than last time.

OOC: How many members are there in this Roleplay so far?

OOC: Oi three and you people are better at this than me XD....I feel out numbered in skill.

Christopher froze he looked to the dead bodies that they before him he sighed then dropped to his knees. "W-Oh!" He said yelling up as he looked around till he saw the girl "Thank you!" The man yelled then looked back in front of him "Fuck!" One was still alive he grabbed his base ball bat and quickly stood up and bashed the creatures skull in.

He sighed as the blood got on his shirt "Damn you" He said then looked off he could hear someone else. something else coming there way. "Oi, super girl" Christopher said pointing off in the direction of foot steps. Some yards away.

OOC: I've been roleplaying for a year or so, but I wouldn't call myself skilled .

Kevin was still walking when suddenly the gunfire ceased, and in the distant he could hear the sound of a wooden bat against bones. He started power-walking to the noise, knowing that an infected cannot hold a baseball bat. He saw a man and women who was making herself quite visible on the rooftops.

Kevin raised up his hands and shouted, "I mean you no harm fellow survivors. I am simply looking for a group to end this accursed infection once and for all!" Kevin looked at the survivors and their faces for signs of emotion.

"Where are you, come one where are you?!" a young panted, the words barely audible as she ran from room to room of her New York apartment. She she left her living room, she left a path of destruction in her wake. The precious collectibles her family had cared so much about were now reduced to shard on the floor.

The girl dashed into her father's bedroom, her shoulder length blond hair loosely trailing behind her. Upon entering she didn't even pause to think, instead she made her way over to the nightstand. She fell to her knees and tore open the top drawer, then the second as the prize she sought was no where to be seen.

Next she moved to the dresser, ripping open drawer after drawer and dumping the contents onto the hardwood floor. Normally the young girl had the utmost respect for personal belongs, but now she disregarded everything that wasn't helpful.

With a sigh, the girl rose slowly, her eyes now fixated on a silver picture frame that rested on top of the dresser. She looked at the picture, a recent one of herself and her father at a benefit dinner. The words "Chloe and Dad" engraved in the frame brought tears to her eyes. Would she ever see her father again?

Chloe was nineteen years old, and while she was technically a legal and capable adult, she had never handled anything on her own. Especially nothing like this. Pulling herself together she made her way to the closet. Finally, on the top shelf was the box she had been looking for. Carefully Chloe opened the black, unmarked box. She let out an audible sigh of relief at the sight of the small silver gun and pack of ammo.

Carefully she pulled the gun from the box, inspecting it. It had been a long time since she had shot a gun. She had gone to the shooting range a few times with her father, and now she was hoping that practice would pay off.

Icy blue eyes scanned over the area like a cold rain as Elia watched the survivors come out of the woodwork now. The Russian admitted to feeling a bit of retribution crawl over her skin, a smirk playing at her lips at the sight of the man finishing off the last of the attackers with the symbol of the American pastime she would never understand -- the baseball bat. And while it never clicked in her head why the runners had to advance, she couldn't deny the effectiveness of the blunt weapon at close range.

"Don't think of it as a favor, I just hate being alone," the woman called out in a thick accent, no reason to hide her lineage it what was left of the city. She should have been back at St. Petersburg by now, instead trapped in the undead nightmare that was New York City. A fire escape led down from the roof and, within two minutes, she stood on the street a few arm lengths away from the other two survivors. "Elia," she offered with the slightest of nods to the man holding the bat, judging a newfound respect for him after the wailing of the last...thing.

Christopher looked over to Kevin with a dead glance "You got to be kidding..." He started laughing at the man not meaning to of course "Oi, these aren't vampires not case..." The man kept his bat in hand, blood splattered across the wooded chuck of would "The only way your going to be able to stop these things is if you get in a lab and find the cure" His accent rang out threw his speech as he turned to see "Elia"

His body which was tighten in anger, thinking no one could kill them all. Not even a band of fighters "Wanker" Christopher muttered back to Kevin "Hi, Christopher, survivor, that's about it." He said with a smirk as he walked towards the women "English if that helps, and no I don't mean American. God no, Liverpool, England..." The man talked as if a normal day nothing to worry about.

"And you, Russian, Moscow? Maybe, not sure never been. Well once..." He said trailing for then shook his head and took a breath threw his nose. "Never mind, Elia, nice name...Meet Conan the Barbarian?" Christopher said pointing back to Kevin.

An Englishman in New York? It seemed ironic to her that the only survivor she'd encountered so far was another foreign, as much as a man from England could be foreign to a nation that speaks his own tongue. Karanov shifted her weight, adjusting the strap of the high-caliber sniper rifle that rested from her shoulder and ran alongside her athletic frame. Eyes turned to the other survivor that had announced with presence with all the tact of a man looking to invite trouble onto the field of battle.

"End this infection? And just propose you we do such a thing?" She spoke in the thick accent, her words slightly jumbled. Studying English was standard now and she spoke and understood the language well enough, but she'd been taught by an Englishman rather than an American, so her tongue twisted slightly with the Westerner's delivery.

"Hope my fellow survivors, for what are we without hope?!! We will storm the world for the cure, even if we have to kill every one of those blasted things for it!!" Kevin shouted in reply. He thought to himself, "This isn't going to be easy, convincing these fellow survivors to join me." He looked up at the girl and the man again, they looked conquered. He sighed to himself softly as he made his way up the rooftop, throwing a grappling hook up.

Kevin extended his hand to the foreign girl, who he recognized as a Russian with her heavy accent. "Will you and your friend join me? I can't do it alone," Kevin watched the girl closely, if things got bad he would have to resort to high-tailing it out of there. "Well?" He asked.

OOC: I think I might stick around

Christopher walked in front of Elia as he looked at the man smiling "Oi, Naruto...this isn't search and god damn destroy" He said with a heavy smirk and Northern accent. "You have got a serous problem...there are more zombie out there than anything" The man staid in front of Elia what he was proposing was a suicide mission.

"I don't care what you think your going to be doing, G.I. Joe...but if it's with you..." He looked back to the woman and nodded "Sorry but..." Christopher looked to Kevin "I'm not letting this highly skilled girl step foot in any direction of a carp as dumb as you" He knew it sounded mean, he knew the woman would slap him, it was the almost end of the world. Right at that moment he had no time to care about his actions.

Kevin was expecting resistance, he would have to play the trump card. "We will be doing no such searching. I know the location of the cure," He let that knowledge hang there a moment, letting it sink in, "If you also want to know, then you'd best be coming with me. But if you wish to sit out here in this damned world and wait for your deaths, fine with me. Rot away," Kevin looked at the man with an expression of pure resolve, and he turned around, and started to walk away from the man.

OOC: Naruto? XD Made me laugh out loud! No offense intended, simply saying your Roleplaying is humorous!

Elia took a step back as the two men began to argue about the best way to handle the situation -- as if either of them had ever been part of a world-sweeping crisis that turned humans into unholy creatures capable of horrifying ability in a wave that seemed unstoppable by all measure of the human imagination. Part of her was amused by the fact that they seemd, in some way, to be fighting over her more than the real course of action that was best for them all.

"Drop it!" She said with something of a snap to her voice, holding an open palm out in front of the two men as a universal symbol of stop to command their attention. "Survivors first, then a way out," she said, adjusting the strap on her rifle and then turning back around to the direction she'd been heading the first place before encountering Christopher and his less-than-welcome persuants just a moment ago. For Elia, it seemed her mind was made up. If the men followed, all the better. If not, it certainly wouldn't be the first time that Elia Karanov left two men in the cold.

Christopher smiled then looked to Kevin with a grin "Fuck you!" He said with a grin then patted the man on the shoulder still grinning. "Good luck" The man knew what he was doing and he was going with the blond. What else was there to do, running off with the boy wonder was a chance in hell.

Though if he followed the girl, he could be well protected and a lot more. "Yeah right" He muttered under his breath as he walked up beside her. Christopher didn't say anything at first as they walked he kept his mouth shut, and his eyes forward. What was he to say, you have nice hair, odd to meet a Russian in a place such as this, or just be a guy and say it. "Nice ass"

Christopher said raising an eyebrow looking over to her. There he went fucking up the end of the world by trying to put himself out there. "Now you say something" He said shotgun strapped to his back, bat in hand. Ready to run at any minute from any Zombie that lay a head. Though it would seem he would be running from the girl he may have insulted.

"I she tries to kill me...I still say it was worth it" He thought looking to her with a grin.

Elia hadn't walked more than a few dozen steps before the Englishman pulled her alongside her again, his unique outlook on life and less-than-common methods of communication already drawing something of a smile to the woman's lips. There wasn't much anyone could say that would phase her -- she was a woman that played in an all-boys club when it came to SPETZNAZ, got used to hearing just about everything under the sun from the dirtiest mouths Russia had to offer, fortunate to be attached to the bodies of her finest soldiers as well.

"You sure you aren't an American?" She quipped back, taking a moment to actually turn her head and take in his face for a moment, a first. "I though Englishmen were supposed to be more...charming." A smirk.

Christopher looked over to her a bit shocked by what he had heard "Are you saying I'm not charming" He huffed looking away from Elia "I'm offended" Well it's how it sounded so calm and stern how he spoke until he looked over to her. The man was grinning madly with such a white smile he was in no way shocked.

"Well the truth is, living in America, somethings get wiped off on ya" He looked over to Elia looking her up and down "So you can handle my bit...speech" The man was proud of that "So saying you and me, go find a nice safe...place where no one else is around...how do ya feel about that" Christopher said winking, as he looked off out into the avast waste land of an urban waste land.

Kevin decided in the end to follow these two survivors, better than trying to survive out here on his own, he'd convince them to help him later. As he walked behind the two he heard the man start speaking to the girl, he didn't blame him, she was a fine figure. As he cocked his rifle and started reloading it he thought he heard a boom. "My mind's playing tricks on me!" He thought to himself. But as he saw the looks on the other two survivor's face he realized it wasn't just his mind.

His instincts told him what to do, "DUCK!!!" He shouted as he pushed the man and the russian women roughly under him, in the air, a swish of grenades firing could be heard. It was definetely the US Military, they were bombing the city!!! "Get in a building, we aren't safe out here!!" He shouted. He pointed at a door. If the survivors wanted to live, they'd follow him, but for now, it was every man for himself. With that he ran into the door.