Post by Reaper on Mar 1, 2011 18:39:10 GMT -6
November 12th, 2014. Jersey City, New Jersey. Inside the home of Zane.
The TV is on, someone is watching it. He has curly black hair, and black eyes. Otherwise, there's nothing really special about his appearance. He is asleep.
"To say my life was normal was to say Tom Cruise was straight. It just wasn't true. But it changed. Just like everyone else's. It changed on that day."
Something to Protect...
The next day, silence in the home. The television was turned off the previous night by Zane's parents. He walks around, entering the kitchen. Suddenly, he's attacked. A young girl, his sister, attempts to bite his arm, he barely makes it away. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hFvL7nfaNs ) The girl makes a beastly noise from her mouth, the door breaks down, and more people come in, beastly in their mannerisms. Their skin is decayed and bloody. Zane dives for a knife and arms himself.
"Shiiiiiit."
They begin to rush at him. He rolls and slashes and dodges. Becoming coated in blood and dirt. He makes it to his room and barricades the door with his desk.
"Where'd I put that damn bat?"
He grabs a nearby Cricket Bat, and a rope. He breaks the window and climbs out using the rope. He runs down his street, fighting off a few more of the creatures with his bat, and taunting the rest. Then, the group from his home makes it out, and begins chasing him. He runs down toward a train station, and barely catches a train before a creature could grab him. The door closes, severing its arm and blocking them entrance. Zane walks toward the driver, who speaks just as the music ends. His voice contains an odd Southern Drawl
"Where to?"
"Take me as close to St. Dominic's High School as you can."
"Unusual place. But fine."
The train begins moving. Zane continues his conversation with the driver
"What happened?"
"Some virus broke out in NYC. Somethin' about infested meat or somethin'. Anywa, that damned virus be turnin' folks into them zombies out there."
Zane glances out the window, he sees zombies, shuffling around, in search of food. They do not notice the train.
"So why are you still driving the trains?"
"This door in front a' ya that keeps us apart? 'dem zombies can't break this. So I offer rides to survivors for food and company. I'll let you slide this time, but next time it's gonna cost ya."
"Got it"
The train slows to a stop, and Zane gets off. The driver speaks
"Go straight down that road and you'll get to St. Dom's"
"Thank you!"
Zane walks down the road, which is oddly devoid of all life, living and undead. He comes across a hunting store on the road, and quickly raids it for guns, holsters, ammunition, a backpack and food.
"Better safe then sorry."
Zane continues walking, and soon comes across the school. He opens the door, and holds his cricket bat. Ready for whatever was inside......
The TV is on, someone is watching it. He has curly black hair, and black eyes. Otherwise, there's nothing really special about his appearance. He is asleep.
"To say my life was normal was to say Tom Cruise was straight. It just wasn't true. But it changed. Just like everyone else's. It changed on that day."
Something to Protect...
The next day, silence in the home. The television was turned off the previous night by Zane's parents. He walks around, entering the kitchen. Suddenly, he's attacked. A young girl, his sister, attempts to bite his arm, he barely makes it away. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hFvL7nfaNs ) The girl makes a beastly noise from her mouth, the door breaks down, and more people come in, beastly in their mannerisms. Their skin is decayed and bloody. Zane dives for a knife and arms himself.
"Shiiiiiit."
They begin to rush at him. He rolls and slashes and dodges. Becoming coated in blood and dirt. He makes it to his room and barricades the door with his desk.
"Where'd I put that damn bat?"
He grabs a nearby Cricket Bat, and a rope. He breaks the window and climbs out using the rope. He runs down his street, fighting off a few more of the creatures with his bat, and taunting the rest. Then, the group from his home makes it out, and begins chasing him. He runs down toward a train station, and barely catches a train before a creature could grab him. The door closes, severing its arm and blocking them entrance. Zane walks toward the driver, who speaks just as the music ends. His voice contains an odd Southern Drawl
"Where to?"
"Take me as close to St. Dominic's High School as you can."
"Unusual place. But fine."
The train begins moving. Zane continues his conversation with the driver
"What happened?"
"Some virus broke out in NYC. Somethin' about infested meat or somethin'. Anywa, that damned virus be turnin' folks into them zombies out there."
Zane glances out the window, he sees zombies, shuffling around, in search of food. They do not notice the train.
"So why are you still driving the trains?"
"This door in front a' ya that keeps us apart? 'dem zombies can't break this. So I offer rides to survivors for food and company. I'll let you slide this time, but next time it's gonna cost ya."
"Got it"
The train slows to a stop, and Zane gets off. The driver speaks
"Go straight down that road and you'll get to St. Dom's"
"Thank you!"
Zane walks down the road, which is oddly devoid of all life, living and undead. He comes across a hunting store on the road, and quickly raids it for guns, holsters, ammunition, a backpack and food.
"Better safe then sorry."
Zane continues walking, and soon comes across the school. He opens the door, and holds his cricket bat. Ready for whatever was inside......
