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Modern-day zombie apocalypse.

A post-apocalyptic New York City, wrecked by the enigmatic virus that has swept the nation and brought the recently dead and deceased back to life.

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The flashing of blinding white light. The dull roar of turbines resonating from the distant silhouettes of military choppers. The inhumane shrieks of the undead, and the soft scraping noise that only seems to grow louder and louder with each passing second. The bodily entrails and scraps of products that littered the floor. The thick, putrid scent of gore, waste, crude oils, fear, and what else God only knows.

Oh, Lord. She was going to die here.
Eden knew she was. She was going to die by the hands of... those THINGS, whatever the hell they were.

Eden recounted what she had done earlier that day, what she had done to deserve to be put in the middle of a now apocolyptic wasteland. She had flown in to NYC from her respective town of Houston, Texas, where she was assigned to cover a political scandal. After receiving no useful information from the politicians themselves, she had resorted to wooing the dirt from NYMNC News' anchor, Rod Chase. Speaking of which, Rod Chase, that sly dog. He had fled NYMNC Headquarters in a company chopper, used for filming purposes ONLY, leaving her trapped in an empty newsroom.

Those things were out there, behind the barricaded door. Eden could hear them from the small closet she locked herself in, their gurgling, snarling.. their low, threatening growls, and the snapping of their teeth. Often, did they pass by her refuge - A series of chills went down her spine, making the young woman tense and prickle in cold sweat; it felt as though they were waiting for her. Either way, Eden knew she wasn't safe forever; a clammy hand dared to explore the dark that engulfed her, searching for anything that could be potentially used as a weapon..