Zombie Apocalypse

This story is based off of a few zombie movies, like:

-Zombieland

-Shaun of the dead

-dawn of dead

-The walking Dead Tv show.

Let's begin:

The Zombie Apocalypse
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Brad opened his eyes slowly, letting the sun come in little by little so that he’d get used to it. After laying for a minute, he moaned and  got up to make coffee. Hearing the usual car horns and people shouting outside, Brad drank his coffee, while watching his Tv on high volume.
  The next thing Brad did was put on his black suite, with the red tie. Brad looked in the mirror and smiled, he was going to get that promotion at work today!
Brad unlocked the door, then opened, and shut it and locked it behind him. Brad started to walk down the stairs, when one of his neighbors cought him.
“Going to work so soon?” Milenda asked, wearing her robe, and her hair In a frenzy, like it was from the disco age.
“Well yes..” Brad started slowly, looking at Milenda for the first time this morning… and to be honest, Brad was frightened. “You, see im getting a promotion today..” Brad finished, glancing down at the stairs, to see if he’d be able to make a break for it.
“You are? That sounds great.” Milenda said with a positive attitude. “Well best of wishes to you then.”
“Thanks, but I have to go now.”
“Okay, see you later.” Milenda said, and walked bakc into her room.
Brad sighed, then ran down stairs, and outside. Brad yelled for a taxi, after the fifth try, a  taxi pulled over, and Brad got in…
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Brad entered the twenty story building with a smile, and said his hello’s to the front desk, then got onto the elevator, and pressed the nineteenth floor button.
Brad hated elevators, even though he was on one every day. They made him feel dizzy and queasy.
The bell rang, and the doors flew open, in which Brad stepped out, and walked to the  right side of the wall, until he found his new office. The president of the building was In there, with his assistant.
“Ah.” Mr. Ravingston started. “There’s my new ‘head of the nineteenth.” Ravingston said with a genuine smile. “How do you like your new office?”
“It looks great.” Brad said looking around. “And.. Thanks again, Mr. Ravingston. I won’t let you down.”
“Oh, of coarse not, I have much trust in you.”
“Thank you sir.”
“No problem, now, I have other things to do, hope you get used to your new seat quickly.” with that, Ravingston and his assistant left the office, and got onto the elevator, the assistant, telling Ravingston what has to be done that day.
Brad smiled and walked over to his desk, and ran his hand over it. It was smooth wood, that costed a bit more than it was worth, but Brad didn’t worry, for he didn’t have to pay for it.
Brad sat in his chair and looked around, there was a book shelf with only three books on it. There was a computer 0n the left side of his desk, and a phone on the right.
Brad quickly grabbed out a pencil and paper, then began his new work.
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Brad got up and stretched, it was quitting time. Brad picked up his coat, and some papers that he had to finish. After he got everything, he walked onto the elevator, with some other people who worked on the nineteenth floor.
At the first floor, Brad got out of the elevator and stepped outside, and got onto another taxi..
Back at his apartment building, Brad entered caring his papers, and wearing his jacket.
Brad fell onto his bed with pleasure, and went to sleep after doing the few papers that he had brought with him.
Brad woke up to Thursday, without an expression. He had worked hard yesterday, and went to bed late. Although he was getting more money for his work now…  Brad lost his thoughts hearing someone frantically bang on his  door.
“Who is it..?” Brad asked getting up.
“Open the door please!”
Brad took a bat with him in case, this women seemed to be in distress. Brad opened the door to see a girl with blood on her.
Immediately Brad took her arm, and brought her inside, shutting the door behind them. The person was Melinda, his neighbor.
Brad got a wash clothe and got it wet, and gave it too Melinda.
“What happened?” Brad asked while giving over the wash clothe.
“I was outside, when a person walked really slowly up to me.. He had a  lot of blood on him, I had ran up to him for help, but he bit me..” Milenda said with a shaky voice, and showed her arm to Brad.
Brad saw a bite mark, with human teeth shaped in it, and there was blood rushing out. “We need to get you to the hospital Brad said worried.
“We can’t, that guy is out there still…”
“Then I’ll call nine-one-one.” Brad said pulling out his cell phone.
Milenda sat there, quiet, closing her eyes.
Brad while waiting for someone to answer, looked over and saw Milenda falling asleep. Brad bent over and slapped her in the face. “Stay with me!” Brad said frantically.
Finally a receptionist answered. “This is nine-one-one, how may be of service today.?” The girl on the phone seemed calm.
“Um, my neighbor’s been bitten by some guy, and he may still be outside, we need an ambulance.. And and police help. Um and we’re at New York city, Manhatten, Boulevard street. Brad said, unsure of what to say exactly, this was his first time having to call nine-one-one.
“Okay, thank you, please stand by as escorts come to help.”
“Thank you.”
Brad turned around to see Milenda asleep, and the wash clothe over her arm. Brad not knowing what to do walked across his apartment for a first aid kit, in which he found none. Brad swor at himself for being so stupid as to not keeping one with him.
Hearing some noise in his living room, he ran over.
Milenda was standing up now, looking around, with a glare that made it look like she wasn’t looking for anything.
“Milenda, you need to sit down.” Brad said, worried, that blood would go out of her faster.
Milenda answered by looking at him, then slowly charged at him.
“Milenda.. Milenda,., sit down.” Brad said wondering if she’d gone crazy.
Brad backed up, and tripped over a wire. Landing on his butt, Brad picked up a bat, and put it at Milenda’s chest, so that she couldn’t get farther. “Milenda, what’s wrong?”
“Ahhhhh.” Answered Milenda, staring at Brad like she wanted to eat him.
“Get away.” Brad said, worried for his own safety now. The bat slipped, and fell to the ground, and Milenda charged again,
Brad held out his hands, to keep  Milenda off of him, “Get away!” Brad yelled,
Foot steps were heard going up the stairs, then Brad’s door was bashed opened, then a sound that had a clear mark, the shot of a gun.
The bullet had gone straight through the head of Milenda. Brad pushed off Milenda, so she was right next to him. Brad got up, to see the shooter, who was inside of a cop uniform.
“What..?” Brad asked, unsure of what happened.
The cop didn’t answer, but started to rummage through his apartment. The cop took a bat, knives, and some bubble wrap, that Brad had kept inside a box that was inside his room closet, and there was two pairs of clothes.
“Why are you taking my things?”
“Because, I need help getting out of this damn city.” The cop answered, which brought another question to Brad.
“Why do we need to get out of the city?”
“Didn’t you see that thing right there, it tried to kill you, and that’s not the only one, okay.”
“Okay…” Brad said looking at Milenda.
“Is it like the movies..?” Brad asked
“Yes, but three hundred percent scarier, now come on, we need to move, the things will come for us, they have good ears, and go to noise..remember that..”
“How do you know so much?”
“Okay, the truth is, that we’ve known about these things for a month, and yesterday, one of them escaped our facility, and now we have a disaster at hand.”
“Oh…why didn’t you kill them in the first place?” Brad asked a bit mad, for it was humans fault for this disaster, to humans.
“We didn’t know how to kill them until two days ago, but the boss wanted to keep them around, and study them…but now.. We have to kill them, or escape from them, and right now there’s to many of them.” The cop said, and ran out the door.
Brad followed, caring the bat.
Once they got outside, Brad almost passed out, there were people eating people in the streets, and blood everywhere. The cop turned into an alley way, and went on to another street, with Brad following. After another street, they got into a police car.
“So what’s your name?” Brad asked, feeling a bit safer.
The cop started the car. “Im Jeff, and you’re?” Jeff asked while putting it on Drive and moving forward.
“Um Brad..” Brad said, remembering a Jeff from the nineteenth floor
Brad’s thought flew away as one of the things hit the windshield, which made Brad’s heart jump.
“So…what would we call these things?” Brad asked as Jeff made a sharp turn onto Algonquin bridge.
“Well..They like to bite.. So biters.” jeff answered then jerked the wheel to move out of the way of a semi, who had no driver, but was moving forward.
Brad said nothing else, but close his eyes and rest his head on the window.
Brad woke up to a  gun shot, and Jeff yelling at Brad to get up.
Brad got up, almost thinking that he had a terrible dream, but he didn’t. Brad opened the door, and climbed out, the bat in his hand. Around him and Jeff was a group of ‘biters.’ Brad realizing the danger, got up, and got his bat ready to swing. But Jeff took his hand and dragged him over to the pier, where a boat was. Brad got on, seeing the idea.
Brad started it up, while Jeff shot more biters down
“Come on!” Brad yelled for Jeff to get into the boat.”
As commanded Jeff got in, getting two more shots off, killing one biter, who looked the front desk person of the business that Brad used to work at.
Jeff sat down and sighed, this was the first time that he’d been able to rest that day.
‘So where are we headed?” Brad asked, wondering if there was any safe place from these crazed people.
“I don’t know..” Jeff answered, checking his standard automatic pistol. “I just needed help, and I heard you yell from your apartment.
“Oh.. So do you know anything else about these… biters?”
“No..” Jeff answered sadly. “I was only a guard for them, I wasn’t told much.
“Okay..” Brad said plainly, and continued to steer the boat forward, into the open waters.
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Survivors list(So far):
Jeff Clan- Is twenty-eight years old. he has black hair. a small, sharp nose. Blue eyes. his skin is mocha. He worked as guard for the facility of studying diseased humans. He was Born in New Jersey, town unknown. his accent is New Jersey. He wears a guard outfit, with a plastic armor chest. weapon of choice: blunt.

Brad Stan- Is twenty-three years old. he has black hair. a large-ish nose, that is sharp. he has brown eyes. he has olive-white skin color. He works at toys for kids. Was born and raised in New York city, New York. he wears a white T-shirt, underneath his suit, that is black, with a red tie. Weapon of choice: pistol

Omg this is really good so far!!! On Sean of the dead is amazing <3

lul, thanks

-This chapter is a bit shorter.(by 1,100 words)

Cilia walked out of her house in Parsippany New York, which was about forty miles away from New York City. ‘Who’d want to live near so many people?’ Cilia had asked herself many times before.
Cilia walked over to her parked car. It was a red four door dodge. She opened the door, and closed the door. Behind her. She immediately put in her favorite music disc, which had all of her favorite songs on it, like Eminem, blurred lines, And Bruno Mars.
She then backed up the car out of the drive way, without her seatbelt on. She then drove forward, turning onto main street.
Half way onto main street, a red semi, with a black stripe honked, going too fast to slow down In time, and charged forward, hitting Cilia’s front part of her car, with full force. Cilia’s car was thrown right, into the ditch.
Cilia’s mind went blank, as she heard the semi stop, along with three other cars, and the opening of car doors, and people shouting, ‘are you all right?’ was what Cilia lastly remembered…

Cilia woke up dizzy. She had an Iv in her arm, and the annoying beeping surrounding her ears. Cilia sat up slowly. The room was naturally white, as you’d expect an american hospital to be. Although there was some blood on the wall. “Is it mine?” Cilia asked herself worried.
She then looked at the corners for the door, she found it closed. Cilia got up slowly and waked to the iron made grey door, with a small window that had red smudges on it. ‘Was it this bad?’ Cilia asked herself. Cilia then put her hand on the door handle, then twisted it it open. She then opened it so that her head could fit through the crack.
The hallway was riddled with dark shapes, that looked like a human body on the ground, and blood smudges everywhere, even a puddle of blood collected at the opposite room of Cilia’s.
Cilia fell back, scared. There was so much blood. Cilia started to hear “Ahh” coming from down the hall. Scared, she closed the door quickly, and loudly. Cilia, then backed up to the wall, hoping she wasn’t found, even if it may be help.
The sound came closer and closer, as Cilia started to cry, thinking about the dead people that were on the ground, and the people who may be dead.
Cilia looked around the room again, and found her clothes that came from her own closet, that were much better than the Hospital apron thing, that let her butt be shown. She quickly started to change into her own clothes, as a banging began to hit her door.
Now having pants on and a shirt, she walked over to the door window slowly. What she saw, was a bloodied person, who had his stomach bitten out of, banging on her door. ‘how?’ was the only question Cilia could ask herself. Cilia began to back away from the door again. Cilia’s legs hit the wall, her upper body hit the window.
“A way out!” Cilia shouted, but then realized that she shouldn’t have of, as the “Ahh’s” began to get louder, as more came to join at the door.
Cilia looked around the room for something heavy. She walked over to the broken lamp that was next to her bed, and grabbed it. Cilia then got into a throwing stance. As she was about to throw it into the window, the door window behind her shattered as a decayed hand smashed through it.
Cilia screamed and fell down again,  having glass hit her back. Cilia quickly got up again and picked up the lamp. With the strength she had left, she threw the lamp into the window, and went through, shattering the glass, now all she had to do was step through and go… anywhere for help.
Cilia turned around to look for anything helpful before she left, and what she saw was   a Rick Riordan book on the stand where she took the lamp. She grabbed it and started to smash the left over glass that could still hurt her.
Once she was done and stepped outside, the smell of smoke hit her quickly, and the smell of decaying flesh.. And it was so bad, that she started to tear up a little.
Cilia got a hold of herself and headed south, where she knew a fort was held, Fort Zuccany.
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Survivor's list:

Jeff Clan- Is twenty-eight years old. he has black hair. a small, sharp nose. Blue eyes. his skin is mocha. He worked as guard for the facility of studying diseased humans. He was Born in New Jersey, town unknown. his accent is New Jersey. He wears a guard outfit, with a plastic armor chest. weapon of choice: blunt.

Brad Stan- Is twenty-three years old. he has black hair. a large-ish nose, that is sharp. he has brown eyes. he has olive-white skin color. He worked at toys for kids. Was born and raised in New York city, New York. he wears a white T-shirt, underneath his suit, that is black, with a red tie. Weapon of choice: pistol

Cilia Goldsplatter- She is twenty years old. She has dirty blonde hair. She has a tiny, flat nose. she has blue eyes. She has Olive-white skin. She worked at the local convenient store. Was Born and raised in Parsippany New York.  She wears camo pants, and a red tank top, that has white lines crossing. Weapon of choice: Kitchen knives.

Brad sat on the sand, mad. Jeff searched the boat for anything useful. They have been there for thirty minutes now, and it was thirty minutes ago that they ran out of Gas.
“Find anything yet?” Brad called out to Jeff.
“All I found was the leather from the seat.. Maybe we could use it as protection?”
“Maybe, give it here.” Brad said getting up, and seeing if he could do anything. Brad took the leather, along with a knife that they took from his apartment, that was about forty miles away now.
Brad cut into the leather at strategic places, so when he was done, he was able to make protection for his arm. “So.. Do you know how exactly this disease started?”
“No.. These things were just found in China, then brought to America for study..”
“Hm, figures, they just wanted the disease as far away from them.”
‘Yeah..” Jeff replied. “Well we better start moving, we’ve made quite some noise.. It’s only time before one of these biters comes and finds us.” Jeff said, and walked up beach.
Brad followed eagerly. “So do you think there’ll be help soon?”
“I do not know.. When we learned of the biter’s escape.. We were told to try and track it down, but I guess it was too late, then they just let us go, without another word.” Jeff answered sadly.
“So… there really is no safe point?” Brad asked worried.
“Yes..”
“Great.” Jeff sad lastly as they entered the forest.
“Ow.”  Jack said in pain as he stepped on the burr with his bare feet.
“I told you to put some shoes on.” Jimmy said in reply
“I didn’t know we gonna run into the forest!”
“Don’t shout, they’ll hear you.” Jimmy said worried.
“Sorry..”
“It’s okay..”
“Um, Okay..”
“Good, now let’s get closer to the house again, and spy on them.”
“Okay.”  
They marched forward a bit further until they hit the tree line, where they could see two human shapes
“Aim..” Whispered Jimmy
“HmHm”  Whispered back Jack
“Fire”
They both hit the trigger and the familiar sound of paint ball guns rung in the air for a second. Then the splatter of paint balls hitting a target.
“Yes!”
“Yahoo.”
Jimmy and Jake cheered as the two other boys with blue paint on them walked over, sad that they lost.
“Better luck next tim-!”  Jimmy stopped cheering as they got closer, and their faces were recognizable. They had blood on their face, and peeling skin on their arms.. As if they were dead.
“Um.. Jimmy?” Jack asked worried
“I don’t know.” Jimmy said unsure “Nice try guys, but you can’t easily fool us, with your badly made zombie costume.” Jimmy said, although he was appreciative of the how real the costumes looked.
“Um guys..” Jimmy said even more unsure. “Guys, what’s wrong?” Jimmy asked already backing up, grabbing Jack’s hand so that he would follow, he wouldn’t know better to run away, he’s four.’ Jimmy told himself.
Banging began on their house window, it was their mom screaming as their dad… bit her arm..
Jimmy turned around holding Jack’s hand, and ran further into the forest.
“Ow..Ow..Ow” Jack complained about his feet hurting. “Why are we running? We won the fight, right?” Jack asked.
Jimmy wished that he could tell Jack what happened, without getting him upset. The way Jimmy saw it was that his friends mom and dad, could be dead, for some reason. Jimmy didn’t know, he just knew that in the movies, the best thing to do was run.. Maybe not specifically into a forest, but it was their only chance.
Jimmy turned around, feeling they were going to slow. Jimmy bent down. “Piggy back ride?”
“Yeah!” Jack answered in amazement, his brother hadn’t let him do that much. Jack got onto Jimmy’s back, and laughed as Jimmy ran forward.
“Be quiet, please.” Jimmy told Jack. Jimmy kept running forward. The leaves that have fallen already crunched underneath Jimmy’s feet, the hollow stumps that Jimmy had to step over made a thumping noise, and the heavy breathing of Jimmy could be heard over a few yards.
Jimmy stopped, and let Jake down, letting himself rest on a tree. Jimmy didn’t know where they were now, and didn’t want to go home anyways. Jimmy could smell the sea nearby, the Atlantic ocean, or some river that ran by, Jimmy didn’t pay attention to the geography around their house very much.
Jimmy stood up, his paint ball gun ready to shoot. Foot steps were getting closer, the people weren’t really being careful, they were stepping on every leaf they could see. Jimmy held Jake, who wanted to shoot like the Terminator, back. Jimmy hid behind the tree, and peaking around the trunk. Jimmy could just see two figures getting closer.
Jimmy feeling fear, knowing that the paint ball gun wouldn’t kill anybody, Jimmy hoped that he wouldn’t have to. Jimmy let himself be known by losing the cover of the trees, and aimed his gun at the two figures.
They both stopped, and put their hand out in front of them. “We come in peace. We’re not infected!” They yelled in unison

After each of the groups explaining their own difficulties, they decided to work together, most definitely since one of the group had a fourteen year old, and a four year old.
Jeff stood up and looked around. “Well, with your guy’s story, the biters have spread out this far already.. Our best chance is to go North west.. That’d be to Fort Zuccany.” Jeff said worried. “Let’s just hope that it hasn’t had any biter attacks yet..” Jeff added. “Now we need to head out.. Does your house have any food?” Jeff asked, hungry.
“Yes.” answered Jimmy.
“Good, we’ll need.” Jeff finished and said something that he had always wanted to say. “Now let’s moove out!”
Brad, Jimmy, and Jake all got up, Jake on Jimmy’s shoulders, and they all started to walk towards Jimmy’s house.
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Survivor's list:

Jeff Clan- Is twenty-eight years old. he has black hair. a small, sharp nose. Blue eyes. his skin is mocha. He worked as guard for the facility of studying diseased humans. He was Born in New Jersey, town unknown. his accent is New Jersey. He wears a guard outfit, with a plastic armor chest. weapon of choice: blunt.

Brad Stan- Is twenty-three years old. he has black hair. a large-ish nose, that is sharp. he has brown eyes. he has olive-white skin color. He worked at toys for kids. Was born and raised in New York city, New York. he wears a white T-shirt, underneath his suit, that is black, with a red tie. Weapon of choice: pistol

Cilia Goldsplatter- She is twenty years old. She has dirty blonde hair. She has a tiny, flat nose. she has blue eyes. She has Olive-white skin. She worked at the local convenient store. Was Born and raised in Parsippany New York.  She wears camo pants, and a red tank top, that has white lines crossing. Weapon of choice: Kitchen knives.

Jimmy Kingston- He is fourteen years old. has brown hair. has a wide flat nose. he has brown eyes. is pale white. No job, but school.  Born in California, then moved to the woods outside of New York.  He has a middle californian accent.  wears a blue shirt with black shorts, and air Jordan shoes.  Weapon of choice: paint ball gun

Jack Kingston- four years old: blonde hair. brown eyes. a small wide nose. pale white. No job, No school. Born in California then moved to the woods outside of New York City.  Has a middle Californian accent. wears a red spider man T-shirt. and grey pants. has light up shoes(gone missing). No weapon.

Jeff crouched down  behind the tree, peering over the left side, Brad, Jimmy and Jack hung back a little, considering that they didn’t have effective weapons.
Jeff saw two biters walking around the yard, and shattered glass in front of the door to the house.. Remembering the kid’s story, and knowing that there was probably more than two biters around, Jeff was going to be careful, as to not just shooting the biters in the head, and causing more to come.
Jeff waved his hand so that Brad would come over. To Jeff, Brad looked depressed a little, and unsure of what to do, Jeff wasn’t even sure, that Brad thought this was real, and just a nightmare, which may be a problem in the future, for their survival.
Brad walked over silently, and kneeled next to Jeff, to hear the plan.
“The way I see it, we should only need to use your bat and knives, these were kids, before..” Jeff sad looking steadily into the yard.
“Okay.” Brad said in agreement, and held his bat with care.
Jeff stood up, and silently walked into the yard, a knife in his right hand, and his pistol inside his holster, his right side. Brad followed with his bat, holding it with his right hand. Jeff walked forward, until he was right behind a ginger kid with a striped shirt on. Jeff did a Christian prayer, then stabbed the kid in the head with his knife, eyes closed. As Jeff did that, Brad pasted him, and hit the other biter in the back of the head with his bat. The biter fell down, but got up. In which Brad had to hit it in the head again, and again, until it stopped moving.
When Brad was done, tears came down his face. Brad wiped them away quickly, knowing what happened had to be done, Brad could’ve easily became one of them.
Jeff turned around, and looked at the kids, who were covering thier eyes, so they wouldn’t have to see their exFriends die.
“Brad, stay with them, I’ll check the house.”
“Okay”
Jeff creeped up to the house’s door, making sure to not step on the glass. Jeff peered into the kitchen of the house, the electricity was off, and it was dark. Jeff had his knife and arm, in a way so that it act like a spring.
Jeff stepped on the glass making a crunching noise. Jeff continued to walk through the kitchen. Jeff saw the cereal boxes on top of the fridge, and grabbed them, right away, putting them in his sports bag. Jeff then opened the fridge, to see food, that would be unable to eat in a couple days.
Jeff grabbed for the milk, and put it in his bag next to the cereal boxes. Jeff spotted hamburger meat that would be nice to have for the start of an apocalypse. Jeff reached for it, but another force behind him grabbed his arm.
Jeff knowing what it was, quickly tried to swing his knife at the biter’s head, but couldn't get the angle, Jeff kept stabbing the chest of the biter. Jeff turned his head to see the biter in a better view, it’s mouth was open and ready to chomp on Jeff’s arm. Jeff used his other hand without the knife, the one about to be munched on, to hit the biter back, and it worked. The biter stepped back a foot, just enough for Jeff to swing his knife into the head of the biter.
Jeff studied the biter for a second, it was the father of the kids.. That mean the  mother was still lurking around somewhere. Jeff turned back around and put the hamburger into his bag.
Jeff then walked over  to the hallway. There was some blood smudges leading to a  wooden door, at the end of the hallway, the door was halfway open. Jeff walked forward, wanting to kill the mother, so that he wouldn’t have another danger to him as he searched the place.
Jeff reached the bloodied door, and put his hand on it. Slowly at first, then quickly he opened the door, nothing. Jeff was happy, but worried, the mother was still around somewhere. Jeff then took the chance to look around the room. Jeff found batteries in a remote that went along with a flat screen, it was worthless now. Jeff found a leather belt, that could used for the future. After digging around more in the closet, Jeff found ammo to a sawed off shotgun, but the gun itself was unable to be found, so Jeff had to leave it there.
Jeff walked out of the house, after searching the other rooms, and finding nothing useful. On his way out, Jeff could hear that “Ahh” again at the corner of the house, and on the alert, Jeff carefully walked into the yard. To his left, the mother was crying, she wasn’t turned yet.
“Hy..” Jeff started
The women looked up scared, afraid it was another one. “Don’t come near me.”
“Sorry that your ExHusband bit you.. But it wasn’t his fault, and it’s not mine, that I have to do this..”
“Hu-”
Jeff stabbed the mother on the top of her head, so that she wouldn’t have to become one of them. Jeff looked away, a bit sad that he had killed an actual human, that hadn’t tried to kill him. Jeff looked at where he had left Brad, and the kids, and found the kids crying and brad sitting, looking blankly at the house.
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Survivor's list:
Jeff Clan- Is twenty-eight years old. he has black hair. a small, sharp nose. Blue eyes. his skin is mocha. He worked as guard for the facility of studying diseased humans. He was Born in New Jersey, town unknown. his accent is New Jersey. He wears a guard outfit, with a plastic armor chest. weapon of choice: blunt.

Brad Stan- Is twenty-three years old. he has black hair. a large-ish nose, that is sharp. he has brown eyes. he has olive-white skin color. He worked at toys for kids. Was born and raised in New York city, New York. he wears a white T-shirt, underneath his suit, that is black, with a red tie. Weapon of choice: pistol

Cilia Goldsplatter- She is twenty years old. She has dirty blonde hair. She has a tiny, flat nose. she has blue eyes. She has Olive-white skin. She worked at the local convenient store. Was Born and raised in Parsippany New York.  She wears camo pants, and a red tank top, that has white lines crossing. Weapon of choice: Kitchen knives.

Jimmy Kingston- He is fourteen years old. has brown hair. has a wide flat nose. he has brown eyes. is pale white. No job, but school.  Born in California, then moved to the woods outside of New York.  He has a middle californian accent.  wears a blue shirt with black shorts, and air Jordan shoes.  Weapon of choice: paint ball gun

Jack Kingston- four years old: blonde hair. brown eyes. a small wide nose. pale white. No job, No school. Born in California then moved to the woods outside of New York City.  Has a middle Californian accent. wears a red spider man T-shirt. and grey pants. has light up shoes(gone missing). No weapon.

Jeff put one foot in front of the other, walking along little stream they met an hour back. The night sky mimicked the group’s feelings, emptiness. They were four hours a walk from the house they looted, a good thing for the boys, the faster they forgot about the old life, the faster their new one could start. So far all they knew is how the plague got to the area, but not on how many survived, as far as they knew, they were the only humans on the north eastern border of America.
Jeff’s hand went up, and told them that they could rest for the night. Although none of them thought they could rest. Jeff began to check the area where they’d make their camp, they had water from the stream, and cover from the trees, although, that could go both ways. “I’ll stand watch.” Jeff said eyeing the woods around them.
“How about shifts?” Brad asked. ‘Everybody needs their sleep.
“No, im the best fighter here, and-”
“I could just call for you if anything goes wrong.” Brad cut him off. “And you do need your sleep, it’s been hell of a day.” Brad reasoned
“Fine. But I’ll take first watch.
With that, Jeff sat down, listening to the sounds of the woods, as Jimmy, Jack, and Brad laid down and fell to sleep.

Brad woke everyone up as the morning sun was seen through the leaves of the trees.
Jimmy argued he didn’t want to go to school, forgetting about what happened. Jack woke up right away, jumping to his feet, with a hiya, and Jeff almost punched Brad in the face as reflex, but apologized, and up to his feet.

Jeff grabbed the supply bag and took out cereal boxes, that they’d have to eat without milk, forgetting bowls, and glasses, until then, they’d leave the milk alone.

After the group had done their eating, they left their area, and continued along the stream that would lead them one mile closer to Fort Zucanny.
Cilia lay on the ground sleeping next to a stream that she had given up on living by. In her head were pictures of the her past, that she so dearly wished that she’d be there still, but in reality, she was in a forest of some kind, next to a stream, all alone in a world that she used to watch on Tv.
But in her head, she was back at home, eating supper with her dad, mom, her one brother, and two sisters, they had cooked steak and mash potatoes laid out in front of them, it was a nice fourth of July dinner that they had every year. They laughed and a great time, they even went outside and watched the fireworks after they ate, but as Cilia continued to dream, reality was seeping in more and more as she thought about her family, and they went back inside, like rewinding a tape, but this time Eyes turned black, and the steaks were all bloody, skin turned pale and weak, some teeth were falling out, and her family looked at her with hunger, just the same as she had seen from the people outside her hospital room. But then

something hit her, what if it was a joke, and people were looking for her? That thought ended as she remembered empty streets, which her family could have never of pulled off.

Leaves being crunched could be heard in the distance, but Cilia didn’t open her eyes, she was hoping she would be like them, and maybe join her family again. Cilia knew these were stupid thoughts, but she didn’t care, she’d rather dream until she died, instead of face reality. Cilia changed her mind as she heard the man’s voice, and cold gun on her head.

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Survivor's list:
Jeff Clan- Is twenty-eight years old. he has black hair. a small, sharp nose. Blue eyes. his skin is mocha. He worked as guard for the facility of studying diseased humans. He was Born in New Jersey, town unknown. his accent is New Jersey. He wears a guard outfit, with a plastic armor chest. weapon of choice: blunt.

Brad Stan- Is twenty-three years old. he has black hair. a large-ish nose, that is sharp. he has brown eyes. he has olive-white skin color. He worked at toys for kids. Was born and raised in New York city, New York. he wears a white T-shirt, underneath his suit, that is black, with a red tie. Weapon of choice: pistol

Cilia Goldsplatter- She is twenty years old. She has dirty blonde hair. She has a tiny, flat nose. she has blue eyes. She has Olive-white skin. She worked at the local convenient store. Was Born and raised in Parsippany New York. She wears camo pants, and a red tank top, that has white lines crossing. Weapon of choice: Kitchen knives.

Jimmy Kingston- He is fourteen years old. has brown hair. has a wide flat nose. he has brown eyes. is pale white. No job, but school. Born in California, then moved to the woods outside of New York. He has a middle californian accent. wears a blue shirt with black shorts, and air Jordan shoes. Weapon of choice: paint ball gun

Jack Kingston- four years old: blonde hair. brown eyes. a small wide nose. pale white. No job, No school. Born in California then moved to the woods outside of New York City. Has a middle Californian accent. wears a red spider man T-shirt. and grey pants. has light up shoes(gone missing). No weapon.