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The streets of Chicago were naked a bare as Colt walked down them, except for a few totaled cars that polluted them. Despite the turned over vehicles and traces of rubble from damaged buildings, nothing else littered the roads. He kept his magnum holstered so that he could carry his shotgun as he passed by a few dark alleys. Most of Colt's recent time had been spent cleansing Texas of the zombie hordes that were beginning to over take it. He had done well, and a few survivors were able to stay there now. But he knew their peace wouldn't last long. So he went to the one city he knew that needed help from a zombie hunter the most. Chicago.

"This place has definitely been infected." He said as he sniffed the air. He could smell a thick stench of rotting and decay, a smell that followed zombies everywhere. Suddenly, his body stiffened as he heard a loud noise break the silence. Like an explosion, something made of glass was smashed to the ground. Colt whirled around, aiming his shotgun in front of him. Several feet in away from him was a hotel with two glass doors...only thing was the glass inside the doors were missing. Only the frames remained. He walked over and bent down, finding shattered glass inside of the hotel. Well, looks like someone desperately wanted a reservation. He stood up with a smile, and walked in, keeping his finger on the trigger.

Luke stood pumping what little gas was left from The station into the hummer as he stood near the outskirts of Chicago, he didn't know why but he knew that there were probably a bit of a chance for survivors in a big city. Or at least a place to score some can goods and maybe some Ammo. He finished with his Gas as he moved towards the driver side and got in.

He fired up the engine as it purred to life he put it in gear and was on his way, he didn't know why but something drew him here. Big city known for violence. He knew he could find some illegal firepower here. He smirked softly at his thoughts. "Wow..I sound like fugitive more then a marine.." He said outloud to himself, taking up the habit of talking to himself so he wouldn't go crazy, or crazier. He continued drive until he found his way towards the center of the city and a, boy? was that a kid with a gun? He blinked as he rubbed at his eyes alittle bit. He stop his truck and flashed his lights.

He thought if he got the kids attention, if he was a zombie he'd be stupid and charge. If not he'd aim the gun and move forward. He smiled softly hoping it was the first one, he hadn't killed anything in awhile and that bloodlust was starting to set in. People would be surprised at how quickly human beings reverted to their primal nature. It was almost Scary.

Marcus came upon an old gas station in the lonely streets of the zombie filled Chicago. Keeping the keys in the ignition, in case something bad decided to show itself, he hopped out of the car to see if they had any Diesel. Stupid armed trucks...only took Diesel. Yeah there was the stench of zombies...but...what was that other smell. It smelled like gas, which would be perfectly fine weren't it for the fact that almost all humanity was gone. He walked over to the pump to see if there were any traces of human interaction within the last hour, and sure enough, luck or not, there were a few drops of newly spilled gasoline, about 15-30 minutes old. Hopefully he could guess where the person would be going.

Marcus got back in his car and followed the main road till his truck ran out of fuel. He decided that the best course of action would be to get out and walk, all considering that it was starting to get dark. He slipped on a bullet proof vest and police helmet, grabbed his camper's backpack stuffed it with 3 bullet proof vest and as much ammo as he could carry, strapped a desert eagle to his thigh, picked up his Auto Shotty, and headed toward the next turn. He reached his destination, squinting to see a car flashing its lights at what seemed to be a...man? Is that...a...person? Ugh...might as well get back and watch.Marcus ducked behind the cement wall that was at the point of the turn and waited for one of the the figures, the car or man, to make a move.

"Haha," Jaedan laughed, his laugh had a slight edge of insanity to it. He was wearing his normal bullet-proof armor, his own creation, and had a sawed-off strapped to his waist, on the opposite side of his hips was a desert eagle. An assualt rifle was strapped to his back and a .41 was in his right hand, a flashlight right above it in his left hand, he was moving through an abandoned office building in Chicago, this windy city had seen better times, it seems in Chicago the zombie virus had mutated, and become air-borne, if you didn't have a sugical mask, which he had on his mouth, chances are you'd get that damned virus. When he visited Austin on his trip back home, he had ran into a zombie that was talking! The virus had mutated countless times, and since he was the one who...He shook the thought, breathing heavily underneath his mask. He reached out with one hand and touched a glass door, and it shattered, the glass already brittle, he saw a boy, a cowboy it seemed, about eighteen right outside, and quickly retreated into the shadows. With another quick glance, he approached the boy, deciding he wasn't infected, or already had the virus set in, the boy also didn't have a mask. "Put this on!" He hissed, unstrapping a second surgical mask from his belt and strapping it around the boy's face. "The virus is air-borne in big cities, you're gon'na wan'na wear this." He said, sporting his full Texas accent.

Colt moved into the hotel lobby room, holding the butt of his shotgun down close to his waist, ready to blow a hole in anything that moaned, groaned, or ate human beings. The room was too dark to see much, so Colt moved slowly, trying to be cautious. Then another strange noise caught his attention...a humming sound. He turned and looked out the hotel to find some idiot driving a car with the lights on! "Shu them off you fool, you're gunna draw attention!" The worse part was that he parked right in front of the hotel. And if that wasn't enough, something else caught his attention as well!

"Put this on!" the guy had a country accent, much like Colt's. The farmer boy watched was this weird guy strapped a mask to his face. "The virus is air-borne in big cities, you're gon'na wan'na wear this."

"Superman don't need no mask." Colt hissed back, tearing the mask off his face. He was immune to the infection in the air, just not when it came to getting bit by zombies. "You're gunna get me killed out here, doctor strange! And so is the head honcho over there shining his spotlight on us. We gotta-" he stiffened as he heard a loud moaning sound. "back up you idiot, get in the shadows. Don't move unless i say. Those guys out there are goners so don't do anything to help them or you'll get killed too."

SOKI OBSTACLE

In the building just behind Luke's car, two zombies stood next to each other, swaying from side to side. Blood dripped from their hands and teeth as they slowly made their way out of the building. Suddenly, their eyes widened as they saw the light! A big, heaping flood of light coming from Luke's vehicle! They immediately charge it, both of them standing in front of the car, tearing at the hood, desperately trying to kill whoever was inside.

RASCHE OBSTACLE

As Marcus sits in his hiding spot, he hears the sound of running feet behind him. Whirling around, he spots one zombie sprinting into his direction, mouth open and ready for flesh! Marcus desperately looks for a way out, finally spotting something! Next to him is an old rickety ladder that looks unstable, but it leads to the top of a building, and zombies can't climb. He fears it might break if he gets on it, but there is a chance that it might be able hold his weight. It's hard to tell just by looking at it, and it's a little risky. Of course he can always stand and fight...

Lance was in the state of New Jersey. He was backstage at a local venue. Getting drunk with his band mates before they would preform. He grabbed his guitar and stepped as close as he could to the mike. Lance regained balance and looked the crowd of maybe thirty people. He looked back to the band and watched the drummer set the tempo with his sticks. Then they all began to play a fast grungy song.Lance could see the crowd was into it as he played. He looked down trying his hardess to focus. He sang a few lines into the mike then moved with the music.

When he looked up again he notice people in the crowd had taken bites out of each other. He stopped playing,but nothing changed. Soon he realized trough his Vodka haze what was going on. "Oh shit!" he said into the mike as he watched his bass player getting dragged into the frenzied pit. With out thinking twice he looked down unplugged his guitar and ran out the back. He witnessed the other band eating each other as he ran through.

We Lance made it out side he could see the full extent of the chaos. He saw as flesh was being torn left and right. He moved away from the door in a light stroll towards the street. One of the zombie was coming for him, blood dripping from the once hot girl's mouth. He threw his guitar strap over his head and wielded it. He ran towards her, as straight as he could, and brought his guitar across her skull. He then kept running keeping his distance from the infected.

Lance noticed a living person run up into a van and started. Before the person could shut the door he got pulled out by two of the infected. Lance ran hard for the van as the others were distracted eating the screaming man. He ran up to the van and kicked the back of the head of the zombie blocking his way."Sucks to be you!" He said over the screams. He took off and bashed his way to the state line heading North West to Chicago. His plan was Canada or as far North as he could get. He's new busted rides tank was nearing empty.

Luke sighed, "Bout fucking time..." As they were tearing the hood he put it in drive and floored it over they decaying bodies. Though being an avid horror film watcher, he put it in reverse and drove back over them about three or four times. He then turn the SUV off and got out pulling out His Sword as well as he Cut off the heads of each of the Zombie's to be sure that they'd never rise again to mess with him. He then looked around cautiously making sure none were going to sneak up on him as he flicked the sword violently as the blood splattered off.

He then turned to the Hotel as he smirked, he placed the sword back in the Scabbard on his back as he reached into the Hummer pulling out his M14A putting the strap over his shoulder, as he grabbed his Shotgun as well. He moved towards the building calmly and quietly his eyes open and alert for any signs of movement. He moved in calmly as he breathed out a sigh of Relief. "Wow..that was alot easier then I thought It'd be.." He said quietly as he peered around, the sound of breathing coming up strong in a shadowed area as he cocked the shotgun and held it out towards the shadows. "Oi If any of you aren't zombies and wanna live come out.." He said quietly as he looked around him. He wasn't stupid enough to let his guard fade, and years as a Marine had given him nearly a sixth sense of danger around him. He cautiously fingered the trigger ready to pull it at the slightest sound of a moan from the dearly deceased, or that which would be deceased again. He was glad this time he had his back to a solid wall, and he doubt a zombie could come flying through that.

"Well shit!" Marcus looked around. The zombie was coming right at him. The only thing was to fight or climb the weak looking ladder to his right. "No time to deliberate." He said pointing his shotgun at the stomach of the incoming zombie. He would used his claws had he not folded them back into the neutral position, and readying them again would take time. Time he didn't have. He shot for the the stomach. It hit, blowing off the zombies skin and a few of its organs. It slowed it down, but it kept coming in a suicidal rage. He ripped the cloth connecting his desert eagle to his thigh, aimed for the head and shot. It hit. The zombie dropped at his feet. Marcus shot one more time at the zombie... mostly out of panic. He reloaded his Desert Eagle, stepped out of his hiding spot and ran for the SUV that was parked now.

Halfway on his way there he saw a man a few yards from where the SUV was. He noticed the zombies on the ground. They're heads were gone. "A little overboard don't cha think?" He yelled at the man, trying to keep his voice as low as possible in case other zombies were in the general area. Marcus figured the man over there had to have killed the zombies that lay at his feet...headless. This sent a shiver down his spine. Marcus still couldn't get used to this.Well at least there has got to be one survivor. That's why I yelled. Don't wanna spook the crazy looking guy. He seemed to talk to himself more. He was the only person he could talk to anyway...

Karly's favorite chainsaw, now covered in zombie blood, found it's place in it's holister on her back. A few zombie limbs were scattered around, along with it's sawed to bits head. She walked away, knowing someone around here had to be alive and in need of help. Keeping a hand on her mom's gun, her eyes scanned the area in a nervous radar. She knew that zombies were capable of killing anything that had flesh. A smell of death, and in her opinion, a musty basement smell filled her nostils. The smells were so familier to her, but it pained her heart to smell it. Her parents memory haunted her, worried her, ate her up from the inside. She had to kill her father because he was a zombie, and her mother zombie was never found. She assumed her mother was around here somewhere, waiting to kill her own daughter.

Her head snapped in the direction of the hotel she used to stay in before the outbreak. Having expirience in fighting zombies and staying here had caused her to build up immunity to the air born virus. A bite, however, was a completely different story. She saw a zombie in the window of one of the rooms. The room she was staying in when she was first here. She recognized the zombie immediatly, looking at the blonde locks still attached to it's head, the lifeless eyes similar to hers. Her fear that her mother had been infected had been proved correct, but that didn't stop her from running to the hotel after seeing some people in trouble. Her other hand was kept on the single stick of dynamite she had come across during this little 'adventure.' Since she couldn't really find a way out of this wretched city, she decided she might as well try to survive. Following the smell of zombies, she slowed to a walk on her way to the hotel.