All hell has broken loose the souls of the damned run rampant on a global scale..these...zombies.. as they should be called are mindless wandering around this post-apocalyptic wasteland.
The appear in all sizes and shaped depending on the state they were in once infected. You never know when you might encounter this un-dead horde as they tend to just come upon you at anytime. In mass groups the size of a small army down to just a single zombie though even one can be a danger it may infect someone and they could turn on you at any given moment!
But, you must remember to save your ammo you wouldn't want to run out in the middle of a confrontation now would you? Stay in a group for better chance at survival.
and remember..."The group that stays together survives together."
Add-on...if you don't like it, Sky, you can delete it...just trying something out. -Artemis
The end hast finally fallen on our world.
Souls of the damned have awakened from their slumber and have ventured into the world they do not belong-the world of the living. Their darkness has invaded the world of light and brought it to ruin, corrupting those that fall and driving insane those who have not.
These creatures have been dubbed "zombies" by the few who survive, for like the popular horror device that their name spawns from, they arise from those who have already passed on, and cannot die.
Why they have managed to cross the barriers of life and death is unknown-some say that an Almighty is punishing the world for its sins; while others say it is an unbalancing of the scales, that too many souls have been lost for too long.
Regardless of why they are here, the fact remains that they are in a world where they should not be, and because of this, havoc is breaking loose.
The world is no longer a haven of bright sunshine and smiles, of children's fairie tales and sweets. It is now an everlasting darkness of nightmares, death, and sorrow; and while the sun does shine occasionally, it is a bleak, pale light that can barely penetrate through the stormy souls that remain.
Life is no longer determined by the money that is held, the appearance of the body, nor the company one keeps. Whether a heart pumps life-blood through one's veins or a brain controls their reflexes no longer matters; nay, not even whether they hold a perfectly intact mind and soul matters in one's life.
The life-span of one is now determined by the amount of bullets one has left in their gun.
Love and affection is virtually worthless in this world; as people are lost to the other side every day, so much so that now no-one even twitches if one's child or husband or family is lost to the damned ones. Very few bother to love those who may be turned on them at any moment.
Even less bother to hope for an end to the madness. Every day, less and less of them remain as the number of the undying ones grow, and each and every person knows that the inevitable will happen eventually. 'Till then, they survive, some without limbs, others without a full mind. Why, they don't know.
Perhaps it is a primal instinct that commands them.
Eat. Sleep. Survive. Reproduce. Then Die.
Need, not Want. Necessity, not Love. Action, not Thought.
Not Live...but Survive.
As you find yourself in this world, wanderer, what will you do?
Will you fall early on...or will you perservere?
Will you survive for the sake of surviving...or for the sake of living?
Will you live without hope, toil until the end of your struggling life, as one of the flock?
Or will you live as the rouge of the group, considered a madman for hoping for just the tiniest chance?
Only time will tell, wanderer. Come in, come in...
Let the end...begin.
Souls of the damned have awakened from their slumber and have ventured into the world they do not belong-the world of the living. Their darkness has invaded the world of light and brought it to ruin, corrupting those that fall and driving insane those who have not.
These creatures have been dubbed "zombies" by the few who survive, for like the popular horror device that their name spawns from, they arise from those who have already passed on, and cannot die.
Why they have managed to cross the barriers of life and death is unknown-some say that an Almighty is punishing the world for its sins; while others say it is an unbalancing of the scales, that too many souls have been lost for too long.
Regardless of why they are here, the fact remains that they are in a world where they should not be, and because of this, havoc is breaking loose.
The world is no longer a haven of bright sunshine and smiles, of children's fairie tales and sweets. It is now an everlasting darkness of nightmares, death, and sorrow; and while the sun does shine occasionally, it is a bleak, pale light that can barely penetrate through the stormy souls that remain.
Life is no longer determined by the money that is held, the appearance of the body, nor the company one keeps. Whether a heart pumps life-blood through one's veins or a brain controls their reflexes no longer matters; nay, not even whether they hold a perfectly intact mind and soul matters in one's life.
The life-span of one is now determined by the amount of bullets one has left in their gun.
Love and affection is virtually worthless in this world; as people are lost to the other side every day, so much so that now no-one even twitches if one's child or husband or family is lost to the damned ones. Very few bother to love those who may be turned on them at any moment.
Even less bother to hope for an end to the madness. Every day, less and less of them remain as the number of the undying ones grow, and each and every person knows that the inevitable will happen eventually. 'Till then, they survive, some without limbs, others without a full mind. Why, they don't know.
Perhaps it is a primal instinct that commands them.
Eat. Sleep. Survive. Reproduce. Then Die.
Need, not Want. Necessity, not Love. Action, not Thought.
Not Live...but Survive.
As you find yourself in this world, wanderer, what will you do?
Will you fall early on...or will you perservere?
Will you survive for the sake of surviving...or for the sake of living?
Will you live without hope, toil until the end of your struggling life, as one of the flock?
Or will you live as the rouge of the group, considered a madman for hoping for just the tiniest chance?
Only time will tell, wanderer. Come in, come in...
Let the end...begin.
