“I don't know what you speak of” D reaper says .“We know you've had the Apple since it was stolen from us." Draper's eyes widen as he remembers his mission, and then his eyes go wide again when he realizes why the Red King wanted him gone.“Ok, if I tell you the location of the apple would you let me go?” he asked , trying not to show his desperation. The Red King nodded slowly, and Dreaper sighed. “It's in my bag" “Search his bag,” the red king says to a guard that rushes off to the bag on the ground nearby. When the guard comes back, the Red King motions for him to open the bag.The guard pulls out a small object about the size of an apple. It has been wrapped in plastic, and it feels heavy in his hands. Once the Red King is done staring at the object, he gestures at Dreaper to continue.The man reaches inside his bag and pulls out several smaller objects that he places on the table. He picks the Apple up and shows i

Once they finally made it out of the area, they looked around for anything that could help them escape the swarm of zombies. Paul saw a car and immediately headed over to it. He opened the back door and climbed inside the vehicle, helping Liz situate herself inside. Before he closed the door behind them, he looked back, taking notice of the horde getting closer and closer. He shut the door and locked the doors.Paul drove off from the parking space and started driving. Soon enough he came to a stop sign and quickly stepped on the gas, speeding down the road. Liz held onto Paul for dear life as they sped down the road.Eventually, the horde had begun slowing down. It was no longer chasing after them but instead following the road.“Are you alright?” Paul asked Liz while checking to see if she was alright.She nodded her head and smiled. “Yes, thank you,” she said happily.Paul smiled back at her and they resumed driving. Then they both heard th

A group of survivors could be seen, taking a rest after killing countless zombies. There was nothing for them to do anymore, they were out of ammo and running out of food. As much as the survivors loved being out of their little corner of hell, it didn’t mean they enjoyed living here with no sunlight or food. This was why they had set up camp a couple of miles away from the nearest town, just in case there would come a zombie attack. So far it seemed that the only zombies that passed through this area are those that had gotten stuck between two walls. It’s not like the people in the bunker didn’t know how to defend themselves or anything, it was just that zombies weren’t usually smart enough to find the entrances that they did every single time, so when you have that many monsters wandering around your home base, things become dangerous. It’s safe to say that everyone on board had some injuries or scars because of those beasts, but even if some of them

D reaper sat by the cemetery with his dog, while he chewed on a chocolate bar. His head was resting on his hands as he watched the clouds pass above him, the sun shining bright. He looked down at his dog, “What?" he asked the dog who stared deeply at him. “I think it was best if I handed over the Apple to him” The dog whined slightly and moved closer to D's reaper to nuzzle against his leg. “I know buddy, he's going to use the power for himself, blah blah and he becomes the Zombie Alpha” His dog barked at him, then pawed at his pant leg, whining. “Common boy, let's move,” he said grabbing the dog's collar before walking towards the entrance of the graveyard. The dog wiggled free from D's grip to walk alongside him, following him into town. As they entered the city, they saw a horde of zombies walking the lonely street. “I think it's a good idea if we join a clan of survivors,” he says to his dog while whistling. His dog yapped

Liz and Paul with the other survivors who all held up their guns could be seen walking into an abandoned Club. “Keep your eyes open for Zombie," Liz says. “There could be more nearby"The rest of the group followed her instructions, keeping watch as they made their way to the back of the club, where a small crowd of people was crowded around the table playing cards. The crowd suddenly became silent, as everyone stared intently at something across the room.A tall man wearing a black suit stepped out of the shadows. Behind him were soldiers aiming their guns at them.“Welcome," he said in a deep voice "to the party!" “Who are you and what do you want?" one survivor yells from behind the table.The man laughs heartily and turns around. He walks over and stands beside one of the soldiers, resting his arm on his shoulder. He has dark hair and blue eyes with a sharp chin, and he seems rather fit and muscular. He looks to be qui