Paul, Liz, and the others sat in the dining room with a blueprint of a place. “We got some of the survivors trapped inside the safe...so before entering the bak we keep our eyes opened for any danger" Liz explains to the other guys who all listened to her. "Now that we know they're here let's get some information"Paul glances around him looking for anyone he knows before turning his attention back to the map. “Here” Liz points out. “There's an entrance on this floor…if we can take that door we'll be able to enter and search for survivors” she continues“Let’s do it” Paul responds.“Okay guys listen up,” Liz continues, “the first person who sees a suspicious person or sounds weird, shoot them”Everyone nods their heads and gets ready for the mission. Boxes of guns were pulled into the room as everyone began to select their weapons.Paul grabbed the gun that Liz showed him. He didn't want to kill anyone but he wanted to find the survivors. Once everyone loaded up, Liz and Paul lea
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 the walkie-talkie speaking out. Liz took it
Paul leads the way through the mob of corpses. Once they were past the first wave of zombies, they started hearing voices calling out, begging for help.“Help! Somebody help us!” the voices cried out in desperation.Finally, they made it through the swarm and saw a large group of people standing together and looking at them with relief on their faces. The survivors began cheering when they saw them.“Over here!” Liz shouted.They all rushed over to meet up with them, hugging each other as tears of joy began to fall from their eyes.“Everyone’s okay” Paul reassured once they broke apart.“Where’s the rest of the survivors?” Paul askedOne woman shook her head sadly, “there’s no sign of them anywhere...” she answered.“Well, at least we found some survivors,” another woman interrupted. “And hopefully they can help us,” she continued.“You’re right. But, what about the ones that got taken away?” another person asked.“We’ll figure it out,” Paul assured them, “but let’s get out of here.
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 were getting better, ever
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 in response, looking back at him with wide eye
Dead Man could be seen riding his horse, he ignores the number of Zombies he passed. His full attention is getting Jade, alive or dead in return for his Farmhouse. He rushed down the abandoned road, towards a little town. The town used to have more people living there but with the rise of zombies, they all fled leaving behind nothing but the ruins of their houses. They had been left untouched until today, and they were now on the verge of dying from the lack of food.He rode through town, ignoring the shouts from the zombies close by, he just continued to ride on. The buildings looked dilapidated, no one bothered repairing them or cleaning up after themselves. There was so much trash everywhere When he finally arrived at the house, it looked even worse than before.He slid off of his horse and started kicking away pieces of wood blocking the entrance. He kicked harder when he realized it was locked tight. With one last kick, he shattered the door handle causing it to crash into t
The stranger wakes up to see himself hung on the ceiling. His entire body hurts, and his wrists ache. He looks at the restraints around his wrists and ankles, they hold him securely to the roof. His legs are tied together using a rope. He tries to pull on the ropes but it doesn't budge. He tries again, but the rope remains attached to the top of the ceiling. He starts screaming and shouting profanities. He stops when he sees Dead Man enter the shack and walk to a spot beside him. He grabs his chin roughly and tilts it upward until their eyes meet. Dead Man smiles at him.“Why am I here?” he screams.Dead Man stares at the man for an awkward amount of time before answering, “you will answer the questions if you survive”“What question? What do you want from me?!” he yells, struggling against the binds“Where is the apple?” a voice responds bluntly. Revealing a fat Japanese man entering the room and walking straight toward him.“Where is the apple?” the man repeats as he reaches out an
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 quite handsome if you weren't focused on him. “What's goin