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Story 1 – Guilty
Walter is a teacher who has killed people before, kids in particular. He thought that this was the best way to avenge the kids that killed themselves. Walter taught at a local high school and was the history teacher who was very popular with the kids. Since the teen suicide rate in the country was increasing, Walter gave extra support to his students, especially the quiet ones and even though he did make them all feel better and outgoing, a suicide still happened in the school. The student that killed himself wasn’t one of Walter’s students, but he still felt guilty because he didn’t pay as much attention to other students. Walter automatically blamed the kids that picked on the others. He followed the bullies after school and killed them in a secluded area then threw the bodies in a nearby river that leads to the ocean. No one found the bodies of the kids and couldn’t even find clues to their current location or even where they disappeared from, so the detectives working on the case have long since given up. It’s been a few months since then and Walter has forgotten about what he’s done, but part of him hasn’t.
Summer vacation started about a week ago and Walter is working at the shore. He serves ice cream, pizza, and other foods and sweets at his own restaurant, which is one of the most popular places on the pier. Walter takes a lunch break and overhears a conversation take place between two people who also own restaurants on the pier.
“Rumors are starting to spread about people being eaten by zombies,” says one of them.
Walter joins in the conversation by asking, “Where did you hear that from?”
“From one of my buddies from further down the pier. Did you hear anything Walter?” says the other guy.
“No, but something does feel off about today. I mean the air smells different then it usually does.”
“I was thinking that too, but I didn’t really hear anyone else talk about it, so I kept it to myself.”
Screams can be heard in the distance approaching them. It takes the three a second to pick up on it, but once they look to see where the screams are coming from, they see a crowd of people running from what looks to be a horde of zombies.
“Oh shit,” one guy says as he watches the chaos in complete shock.
The other person has long since run away like an Olympian runner. Walter sprints back to his restaurant and warns everyone about what is currently happening. Some people go outside to see if what Walter said is true and others stay to finish their meal before checking. Walter goes back outside to see the rapidly growing and approaching zombie horde and the people running away from them. Walter runs away from the shore and about ten blocks after that, he finds a convenience store being barricaded by its owner.
“Hey!” the man says, “Help me barricade my store! You can stay here for shelter if you’d like!”
Walter helps the man barricade his store with metal tables, wooden planks, and other nearby objects. The two then go inside the store before the zombie hordes reach their area.
“Thanks,” says the man, “What’s your name?”
“Walter, what’s yours?”
“Chris, where are you from?”
“From out of town. I work as a history teacher, but I own a restaurant at the pier. What about you?”
“Oh, I’m just your normal convenience store owner. Nothing special.”
Small footsteps are heard from the back of the store, causing Walter to heighten his guard.
“Calm down man. Kids, come on out and introduce yourselves to Walter.”
Three kids walk out from the back of the store. There are two girls; one has tan skin while the other is white. There’s also one boy with tan skin like the young girl’s.
“Hi…I’m Clementine,” says the girl who is wearing a little red dress.
“My name’s Crane,” says the boy with shorts and a tank top.
“And my name’s Sherry,” says the girl who is wearing a school uniform.
“I’m Walter and it’s very nice to meet you. Now since we’re going to be here for a while, you wanna play some games?”
“Yeah!” the kids say.
“There’s a lot of games in the back of the store,” says Crane.
“Can we play one of those?”
“Well…they’re supposed to be for sale so wouldn’t that be stealing, but I’ll make an exception because of the apocalypse. You can have anything in the store for free. I don’t think money will help me at all in the coming times.”
“Yay!” the kids say as they instantly go for the sugars and snacks.
“Jeez these kids don’t really care that a zombie apocalypse is happening,” Chris says to Walter as they look for a game to play.
“It’s all these movies, comics, and games that get them used to it.
“But as soon as they experience it for real, they’ll lose some of that courage.”
“True, but it’d be worse if they didn’t know what was happening. Fear of the unknown is one of mankind’s biggest fears.”
“You’re right, you’re right. Hey, you wanna play blackjack?” Chris says as he holds a pack of cards.
“Sure, though I must warn you that I have really good luck when it comes to cards.”
They play cards and board games with the kids for a while with Walter winning most of the games, only letting the kids win once in a while. Chris doesn’t win at all, but he doesn’t show the defeat he feels to the kids, but Walter sees it plain as day. Later in the night, Chris talks to Walter about their situation in the back outside of the store.
“We should take care of the zombies outside. I’m afraid that the kids might go outside and run into one of them or the smell of them might make them sick.”
“I get what you’re saying. I’ll get rid of them while you keep the kids safe. I don’t want anything happening to the both of us and the kids being alone without any adults.”
“Fine but take this.”
Chris gives Walter a survival knife.
“Where did you get this?”
“Some guy tried robbing my store a while back and lets just keep the story short and say that he failed so I took his knife as a prize.”
“Wow you’re tougher than you seem! You sure we shouldn’t trade places?”
“Nah I’m not as good as I was before, and you’re better built than I am.”
“Alright then.”
Walter sneaks to the front of the store and starts to get rid of the zombies. Since they’re slow and their flesh is soft and decaying, they’re easy to kill as Walter stabs their heads and slashes through their throats, decapitating them with his knife. After killing the eight or so zombies outside the store, Walter catches his breath then cleans up the area by hiding the bodies of the zombies in the trash bins of the nearby houses, so the kids don’t see or smell the stench of the corpses. Walter then goes back inside the store much to the relief of Chris and the kids.
“Wow you’re so cool Mr. Walter!” says Crane.
“But you really smell!” says Clementine.
They all share a laugh together as they celebrate Walter’s job well done. On the next day Chris talks to Walter about another important issue.
“I know we have an entire store full of food and stuff, but we’re eventually going to run out, so we need to expand our territory before then you know?”
“I know, but there’s too many zombies around here and I can’t do this alone.”
“Yes, there’s a lot of them and they’re all spread out. But all we have to do is get most of them away from here and we can clean up the stragglers.”
“That actually sounds like a great idea, but how do we pull it off?”
“I got a stash of fireworks that I sell and use for New Years. How about that?”
“Sounds great. Let’s do it!”
The two shake hands and get to work. They put the fireworks in a location far away from them, but not too far so the zombies can still hear them, and they set off the fireworks. The horde of zombies starts to move to the location of the fireworks as Chris and Walter go back to the store via a longer, but not zombie infested way. They rest up a bit before taking care of the remaining zombies and after that they go to Walter’s restaurant to celebrate.
“Here we go!” Walter says as he brings out his specialty made pancakes with syrup, “Let’s eat!”
Everyone starts to eat Walter’s pancakes.
“Wow! This is delicious!” says Clementine.
“You gotta give us more Mr. Walter,” says Crane.
“More please!” says Sherry with her plate already clean.
“Haha! I’ve always heard about your restaurant Walter, but I’ve never actually gone to it. I now know that was a mistake and I should’ve visited here more often!” says Chris.
The weeks go on and on as the group survives the zombie apocalypse with travelers taking shelter in the area. Walter and Chris make agreements with these people, so they can all live peacefully and hopefully make a community. After a routine killing of zombies around the area, Walter stands on the pier and looks out into the ocean.
He sighs and thinks to himself, ‘Man…the sun doesn’t shine like it used to since the apocalypse started, but at least we’re safe.’
He then notices three bleeding corpses in the water, three corpses he remembers. They stand on the water laugh at Walter as they walk towards him while staining the ocean with their blood. Stunned and disturbed by what he is seeing, Walter stands in place, motionless, until Chris walks up to him and puts his hand on Walter’s shoulder.
“You okay man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Yeah, I’m fine I…I just need to lay down,” Walter says while rubbing his eyes.
“Get some rest then, you deserve it. I mean you should leave some of the zombie killing to some of the newer people, so they can get some experience instead of you doing most of the work.”
“I know, I know. Maybe next time I’ll let them do it.”
“Good,” Chris pats Walter’s shoulder, “Now get some rest.”
Walter walks away and into the convenience store to find a snack and something to drink before going to sleep. He finds what he wants and as soon as he opens the door to leave, he sees the previous three corpses he saw before standing in front of him still laughing. He quickly backs away and in the blink of an eye, the three corpses he just saw become Clementine, Crane, and Sherry.
“What’s the matter Mr. Walter?” says Crane.
Walter sighs as he calms down then says, “Nothing, I’m just a little tired, so don’t worry about me. Just go back to whatever you were doing.”
They look at him for a second with concern on their face then Sherry speaks for them by saying, “Ok.”
The kids go into the store looking for a game to play while Walter walks into a nearby house to sleep in. He eats and drinks the things he got from the store then lays on a bed upstairs in the house and slowly falls asleep. As he sleeps, he feels eyes watching him and wakes up to see the three corpses from before, standing above him with smiles on their faces. He jumps back and falls off the bed and down a hole then lands in a school. The school is dark with only red tinted lights to illuminate the void. There are desks stacked unnaturally on top of each other and bodies hung on the ceiling by nooses.
“Do you really think you can escape guilt?” says a dark childlike voice.
“Wha-What are you talking about? Who are you?!” says Walter.
“We didn’t forget. Guilt punishes the guilty obviously. You can’t run from it. You can’t hide from it. You can only accept it.”
The three corpses appear in front of Walter, sitting on the desks with wide smiles.
“I killed you bastard children! Why are you alive?”
“Bastard children? Are we really what you say we are?”
“You made those kids, your friends! Kill themselves.”
“Did we really?”
“You picked on them all the time and were rough on them!”
“But that’s how best friends act with each other and don’t tell us that we’re wrong. You act the same way with yours.”
“…Shut up.”
“You killed three innocent kids and you know it.”
“Shut up!”
Walter lunges at them and slices them with his knife.
Despite being cut open, the three corpses are unaffected by their condition, and they say, “And now you’ve killed three more.”
Walter snaps out of the hallucination and sees that he’s killed Clementine, Crane, and Sherry. He falls to his knees as he cries for seemingly hours. The dead bodies of the kids get up, zombified, and limp towards Walter. He notices this but is too racked with guilt and shame to do anything, so he accepts his punishment and gets eaten by the three kids.
Story 2 – Renegade
Amber didn’t have a choice, she had to leave her family to die. There were too many zombies and most of the weapons she had were on the verge of breaking, so she couldn’t have helped them. Amber walked away unfazed by what happened and who could blame her? She’s been part of so many groups that have fallen apart with people that she cared about dying to the point where she’s emotionally distant from everyone. Now when she joins a group, she fakes being emotionally invested in them, so they think they can trust her. Amber will also do things like taking extra supplies and weapons from them behind their backs just in case someone betrays the group or if the group falls apart like they always do with her. She will even be the traitor in the group sometimes if they get in a bind by leaving them to die. Could she have saved them? Could she have done something to save at least one person? Amber doesn’t care, she only cares about herself, the only thing she thinks matters in surviving an apocalypse.
While moving through a city, she decides to look through a corner store. She takes a couple of food and drinks then sees a female survivor outside the store that looks like her. Amber hides behind one of the shelves and thinks about what to do.
‘Hmm…She’s carrying a lot of stuff for one person. She can be trouble, but she can also be really reliable.’
Amber casually walks up to the girl and says, “Hello!”
The girl looks at Amber, smiles then says, “Hello!”
“I just checked this store for supplies, but there’s nothing here.”
“Aww, I was just about to check there.”
“Well hey, what are you going to do? It’s an apocalypse and people will scavenge everything for themselves.”
“I know. That’s how I survived this long.”
“Me too. How about we stick together, a least for a little bit?”
“Sure.”
The two girls walk the empty city streets while exchanging stories.
“Have you ever been in a group before?” Amber asks.
“Yes,” the girl says, “I’ve been in plenty of groups, but they always fall apart in the end.”
“I know. It’s so difficult to find reliable people nowadays.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m by myself most of the time. I do try to be in groups some of the time, but only if they look useful to me.”
“Have you’ve ever had to do anything in order to join a group?”
“Most of the time, yes. I remember one time where I had to dress in revealing clothing all the time just to stay in the group.”
“I’ve had to do very similar things.”
They come across a small grocery store.
“Let’s check it out,” says the girl.
“Right.”
The two enter the mostly deserted store that seems to have been ransacked by survivors who appear to have been under attack as they grabbed supplies with blood on the walls and floors along with various body parts.
“I’ll check the back,” says Amber, “and you can check around here. Is that ok with you?”
“That’s fine.”
“Oh, and if I ever get into trouble, I’ll call your name which is…?”
“Berma.”
“I’m Amber.”
They exchange smiles and go separate ways.
‘Idiot. Most of the food is always in the stockroom,’ Amber thinks to herself, ‘I’ll just grab most of it for myself and give her a little.’
As soon as Amber walks into the stockroom, she sees Berma loading up on food and water.
“I thought you said you were okay with checking the front,” Amber says.
“Yeah. The place seemed completely empty, so I didn’t bother with it too much since it would waste time, so I just looked around while coming straight here. Smart, right?” Berma says with a smile.
“Yeah…smart.”
Amber’s expression sours as the girl looks smarter than she seems. She might even have seen past Amber’s attempt to grab most of the food. Now Amber thinks to herself that she has to keep a real close eye on her. They continue to wander the ruined city and eventually come across a gun shop with a cop car parked outside. Amber sees a somewhat broken-down truck that looks like it could’ve delivered guns to this store back in the day.
“I’ll check inside. How about you check the back? Maybe that truck parked there that delivered the guns to this store,” says Amber.
“Sure.”
‘Ok now, I’ve got this,’ Amber thinks, ‘Hopefully there is a truck in the back to keep her busy while I check the front here.’
Amber checks the store and finds a shotgun under the counter and twelve shotgun rounds.
‘Score! This isn’t exactly my kind of weapon, but it’ll do.’
Amber walks outside to find Berma looking through the cop car.
“Find anything?” Amber asks.
“That truck looked empty so I’m just checking this cop car and…Score!” Berma says as she finds a silenced pistol with thirty rounds, which is exactly what Amber wanted.
Sure, she has a more powerful weapon, but Amber can’t help but feel jealous of Berma’s find. The girls continue to wander through the city while avoiding contact with zombies and other survivors. Amber’s special tactic when hiding from everything and everyone is covering herself in zombie blood, which smells different and is darker and murkier color than regular human blood. Most if not all zombies ignore her when she is covered in it and human survivors usually stay away from the smell as zombies smell the exact same way. Berma does the exact same tactic, which is fine with Amber, but she can’t help but feel even more anxious around her. They then find a clothing store and decide to look through it for a clean pair of clothes. Amber can’t manage to find anything, however, Berma finds a nice, clean pair of clothes.
“Where did you find that?” Amber asks.
“On this floor, but don’t worry, I found you something too.”
Berma smiles while showing Amber a pair of revealing clothes, which looks similar to one she wore a long time ago.
“Haha, I think it fits your personality. Hahaha!”
Amber doesn’t take too kindly to the Berma’s joke and smacks away the clothes. She then picks up her shotgun at points it at her.
“Ok, just who the hell are you? Huh? Someone from my past or something?”
“Oh, you already know me. You must’ve noticed by now.”
‘Sure, we both look alike, but she can’t be-’
“Of course I can be.”
Berma knocks Amber out with her pistol. Amber wakes up in a dark room without any of her supplies and weapons. Her neck is chained to something behind her, but she can’t see where it is and she can’t get herself free, yet, she manages to kick something away into the dark.
A shadowy figure appears out of nowhere with a smile on its face and says, “Here you are chained up like an animal.”
“Who are you and why are you doing this?” Amber demands.
“How do you survive?”
“I survive by not chaining people by their necks to something.”
“But you do screw them over.”
The shadowy figure’s face changes to people Amber has seen before.
“Why couldn’t you save me?”
“Why did you leave me?”
“You heard my screams of agony, why didn’t you do anything?”
“I saved you, but you killed me in return?”
“I had to do it to survive,” Amber speaks up.
“Is that all you do? Survive?”
“Yes, it’s the most important thing to do in this apocalypse.”
“But when that’s all you worry about, what happens to your personality? What about what makes you human? You only think about basic survival, manipulation, and nothing else.”
“Why does it matter? Getting attached to people just makes survival more difficult than it needs to be. They just hold me back.”
“Let’s see how someone as basic as you can get outt of this situation.”
The shadowy figure fades away as Amber tries to break whatever the chain is attached to but can’t. She fumbles around, trying to find something to help her out, but she can’t feel or see anything, so she screams and struggles in defeat as she knows that the one thing or rather person that can get her out won’t save her.
Story 3 – Impasse
I can’t get away from it. It’s as tall as a building and can climb the highest buildings that I try to hide in. It doesn’t really have a shape to it, it’s just an indescribable abomination. I might get an hour or two-hour break if I’m lucky if I’m able to lose it, but it always finds me. I can’t kill it, I can’t hide from it, and it won’t stop till I die. No one else can see it so no one can help me. All I can do is run, run, and run.
Today I sleep for about an hour with one eye open then eat as much as I can to prepare myself for the chase. I stare out a nearby window, without blinking at all until I hear the faint sound of the monster approaching. Its screams forever echo in my ears, so I can never forget it. It rapidly approaches, moving through the hordes of zombies as if the monster isn’t really there, but I know it’s real, I have the scars to prove it. An abandoned motorcycle is my vehicle for escape today and I quickly start it up and ride away with molotovs and pistols that I’ve collected. My weapons can only slow down the monster as it charges at me without a care for its surroundings. I throw all my molotovs at it to slow it down significantly, but it almost instantly picks up itself back up. A biker gang comes out of nowhere and comes chasing for me as if I don’t have enough people and monsters coming for me.
“You’ll pay for all those people you’ve killed!” the lead biker yells.
Sure, I might’ve accidently hit a few people with everything I’ve thrown at the monster, but it’s every man for themselves so they can go fuck themselves. They chase me to a nearby zombie infested highway and since I’ve run out of molotovs and I only have a few shots left in my pistol, I must focus on driving. The monster passes through the bikers as if they aren’t there as it tries to catch up to me along with the bikers themselves. I use my spare ammo on the bikers and hit a few that fall of and take out some of their friends, some of which land in a group of zombies while still alive as far as I can tell. There’s only one left, but he’s far behind so he shouldn’t be too much troubl-Damn it! I’ve run out of gas! I take the next exit off the highway and jump off the bike and land on a soft grass patch. The biker catches up and runs his bike into me and jumps off it. He takes his crowbar and breaks one of my legs, but I’m not going to die this easily. I take my pistol and shoot my last two shots at the bastard to kill him. I then turn my attention to the monster that is rapidly approaching, signaling my demise, but like I said, I won’t die easily. I take the man’s crowbar, stand myself on the nearby wall, and ready myself with the weapon, ready to greet death while kicking and screaming.
Story 4 - Madness
Zoey lives a safe life with her husband and child in a nice suburban town. Her husband is always in the kitchen, cleaning and cooking while her child plays outside all day. The zombie apocalypse has seemingly no effect on her life and little town with things going on like it normally does. Today is the day Zoey goes food shopping and since her husband and child won’t move from their usual routine, she goes by herself on this wonderfully sunny day.
“Good morning!”
“Hello Zoey! Great weather we’re having today!”
“Hey Zoey, how have you’ve been doing?”
All the neighbors greet Zoey as she passes them.
“Hey everyone!” she says as she passes them.
When Zoey enters the supermarket, the friendly workers also happily greet Zoey.
“Why hello Zoey! It’s nice seeing you here!” they say.
“It’s nice seeing you too!” she says.
She buys different kinds of sodas and food for her boys and her then heads home. On the way back, Zoey hears rumors of murders happening around the area.
“What’s going on here?” she asks one person.
“Didn’t you hear? People are being murdered around town.”
“I heard, but I can’t believe it. Do you think that the zombies are coming here?”
“I don’t think so. We’re too far away from most populated cities so it’s almost impossible for one of those things to make its way here.”
“That’s reassuring. I can’t believe I forgot that.”
Zoey says goodbye to the strangers then continues her walk back home and sees an injured family with broken bikes.
She runs over to them and asks, “Are you ok?”
“We’re fine. Thank you,” says the mother, “We just need the first aid kit from our car.”
“I’ll get it.”
The father gives Zoey the car keys and she gets the first aid kit to the mother and gives the keys back. She also stays to help bandage up the family.
“Thank you!” they say as they wave goodbye to Zoey.
“No problem!” Zoey says as she waves and continues on her way back home.
As she approaches her house she finds two strange people dressed in hazmat suits.
She gleefully approaches them regardless with a smile on her face and says, “Hello there! Who are you?”
They give her a surprised look and one says to her, “What? Who are you? And don’t you see what’s going on?”
“I’m Zoey! And what are you talking about? Everything is great here! You guys should relax and join our community.”
They look at each other as if one of the them is somehow crazy then one says to Zoey, “Don’t you see all of the zombies around here? We tried to quietly get passed them, but we’ve had to kill a few since they’re so many.”
“What zombies? All I see are friendly neighbors and friends! Did you mistake them for zombies? I heard about people being murdered around here.”
One of them takes out a needle and injects a small amount of a substance that wakes Zoey up from her hallucination. The weather has turned harsh and the sky blackens with the odd smell of iron in the air. To the surprise of the two people, Zoey isn’t bothered by what is happening around her and she instead runs over to a nearby pool of blood and dirties her hands and face with it, which changes everything back to the way it was.
“What the hell are you doing?!” one of them says.
“Restrain her! I have to check her infection rate,” the other says.
One grabs her and holds her down while the other sticks a device with a needle at the end of it in her neck.
“Damn! She’s ninety nine percent infected!”
“No wonder why the zombies haven’t attacked her. What should we do?”
“Let me go! This is my happy ending! I want it back!” Zoey says as she pushes them off her and runs inside her house.
She blocks the front door then the back.
“She’s gone insane! We should help her!”
“No, she’s gone too far. We should check the rest of the town for survivors and supplies.”
“But-”
“I said NO! We’ve been through this situation before and it always ends the same way.”
“…You’re right. Let’s go and leave this woman to her happy ending.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get ours soon enough.”
The End
A Glimpse of Light
-Parts of the video game story originally imagined. These are flashbacks and diary entries from the main characters. In the game, you would find each character’s diary and play a part of their life that they wrote about.
The Beginning and the mall flashback
The main character’s name is either Sam or Sammi depending on the gender picked in-game. Sam will be used here.
*It was a normal day trip to the mall with your two friends Jill and Jimmy and your parents. Everything changed once someone screamed and brought everyone’s attention to a zombie eating someone near your location. Everyone started to run away, but you weren’t fast enough to keep up with the crowd, so they trampled on you and broke your neck. You come to a few minutes later and found your friends looking for you*
Jill – Oh my God, Sam! Are you okay? We’ve been looking for you.
*You tried to speak but couldn’t manage to*
Jill – I think your trachea is broken by the looks of your neck, but how are you still-
Jimmy – Let’s just leave it as a miracle and get him to a hospital.
Jill – We can’t find your parents, but I’m sure they’re safe.
Jimmy – We haven’t checked outside yet so let’s go.
*Your friends and you walked outside to find a man with a fire axe killing four zombies. He wears a lumberjack-like outfit and has scruffy beard*
Jimmy – Hey! Can you help us? We’re looking for out friend’s parents.
Man – Of course. My name’s Chuck.
Jill – I’m Jill. This is my brother Jimmy, and this is Sam.
*Chuck, your friends, and you began to walk through the parking lot to look for your parents*
Chuck – Are you okay Sam? You seem like you really got messed up.
Jill – We think his trachea is broken.
Chuck – His what?
Jill – His neck. He can’t speak right now.
Chuck – Oh shit. We have to get you to a hospital asap. Your parents are probably okay.
Jill – I don’t know. Sam seems just a little roughed up and not in any serious pain.
Chuck – Trust me. It’s the better decision.
Jill – I guess so. Come on Sam. We’ll find them later.
Jimmy – Don’t worry man. I’m sure they’re fine.
*You looked around the parking lot for your parents to see if you couldn’t find them before you left. You saw where your parent’s car is parked and saw bloodstains near it. You hoped it wasn’t them but were then swiftly disappointed as you saw your parent’s bodies all mangled with only a passing resemblance to them. You begin to reach for their hands, but then they came to life to attack you. Chuck steps in and kills them*
Chuck – What are you doing kid?
Jill – That was his parents.
Chuck – Oh crap. I’m sorry.
Jimmy – I’m sorry Sam.
Chuck – Let’s get out of here. I’m sure they wouldn’t want you to mourn over their deaths in this situation.
Jimmy – Come on Sam.
*Your friends and you get in Chuck’s car and drive through the zombie infested city. The route to the hospital is blocked by bodies, destruction, and zombies*
Chuck – Damn it! We can’t make it to the hospital. I have some medical supplies back at my house. My wife can fix you up. We’ll find a way to fix your neck.
William – Diary entry #4
William – Gotta test the virus’ effect to improve the antidote.
*William went outside and gets severely infected*
William – Whew! Effect so far are weakened strength, stamina, and vision coupled with skin color change to a ghost-like white.
Voice – William…
William – Hello? Who called me?
Voice – It’s me William.
William – Anna?
Anna – Yes, come here and stop working.
William – Where are you?
*Anna, William’s wife, appeared behind him*
Anna – Right here, William. I’ve always been with you.
William – But I thought…
Anna – No, William. I’m here, not where you thought I was.
William – Oh my God. What about…
*A little girl appeared near Anna*
Girl – Hi daddy!
William – Sophie!
Anna – Can you see clearly now? We are all here. Now let’s go home. Stop working so much.
William – But I’m almost done a cure! All I need is a little more time and-
Anna – Shh follow us.
*Anna and Sophie took William’s hands and they appeared at a lake in the morning*
Anna – Do you remember this place?
William – Yes. I proposed to you here. We always took little Sophie here on picnics.
*William took a look around the lake then looked back at his wife and daughter only to see them in cryo pods*
William – No…no, no, no!
Voice – I’m sorry. Accidents happen. You should’ve put more work into the vaccine.
William – Shut the hell up!
*William shot a shadow in the lake with his shotgun. Everything started to turn dark. The surrounding area then slowly began to decay and burn*
Voice – You volunteered for this. You wanted to help make the cure all to every disease and injury.
William – This is your mistake too!
*William shot the shadow again. Zombies begun to appear from the burning lake and forest. William defended himself until he runs out of ammo and realized he was hallucinating. Everything went back to normal after he injected himself with his cure*
William – Extreme virus effects are; hallucinations, imagining things that aren’t there, and voices from the past. I think it’s a good time for a break.
Heather – Diary entry #1
*Heather was always bullied at school for being too childish and happy. People that were jealous of her or who didn’t like her childishness made fun of her, rejected her as a friend, and pulled harmful pranks on her. She tried to get back at them with a simple prank but failed and was reprimanded by them and the school. Before going home, she had food and soda thrown at her by her bullies. Once she got home, she tried to wipe away the tears and sadness from her face*
Heather – Hello!
Dad – Hello. Are you alright?
Heather – Of course I am.
Dad – It doesn’t look like it. Did those kids hurt you again?
*Heather’s dad got a mirror and showed Heather her reflection*
Dad – You see that? I don’t want my beautiful girl to look like that, alright? Go upstairs and clean yourself up. After that, we can work on our big treehouse project.
Heather – Ok!
*She rushed upstairs and washed herself up. After she showered, she overheard a conversation from her parents*
Mom – What do you think happened?
Dad – The kids probably made fun of her and threw things at her again.
Mom – Is she alright?
Dad – Yeah. She can easily be cheered up.
Mom – You know why she’s getting bullied. You can’t make her stay as your little girl. She has to grow up, she’s fifteen years old.
Dad – She’s already grown up. Did you see what happened to the kid that pushed her over the edge?
Mom – That’s not growing up.
Dad – Defending yourself isn’t part of growing up? I taught her how to defend and stand up for herself.
*Suddenly, two criminals entered the house and restrained the parents. Heather quickly runs to her room to get the knife her dad gave her*
Criminal 1 – You’re going to pay for locking up my buddies.
Dad – I don’t know who you are, but if I did lock up your buddies, they deserved it.
*Heather’s dad got shot in the chest. Her mother cries over his dying body while Heather tried to calm herself and hide in her room*
Criminal 1 – Go look for his little brat and bring her down here.
*The second criminal went upstairs to Heather’s room and entered it. Thinking on her feet, Heather came out of the closet, jumped on the criminal, and cut her neck open, killing her*
Criminal 1 – Are you okay up there?
*No response*
Criminal 1 – I’m giving you five seconds to come down here or your mom gets it next.
*Heather quickly thought of the next think to do. She climbed out the window to get behind the criminal, but by the time she leaped on him to cut his throat, he had already shot her mother. In a panic, Heather got together a bunch of medical supplies and tried to help her dying parents*
Heather – Don’t worry! I’ll take of you! I’ll make you better. Don’t leave me now…please…
*She cried over their dead bodies as three police cars pulled up in front of her house*
Yoko – Diary entry #2
*Yoko and her family ran a casino in Las Vegas. They’re a detachment from the yakuza who’ve been using this casino to make money for their gang. Yoko wasn’t very into being involved with the gang and yet, she’s been trained to be their sniper in case they need one. She’s been slacking as of late. Today she was in charge of overseeing the casino while her parents ran out to do a few errands. Suddenly, a sick guard bite another guard in the neck. Yoko shot the guard and everyone in the casino panics. Some left while others were too into what they’re doing to bother. Her guards started to secure the area*
Yoko – How did I let this happen?
Guard 1 – It’s not your fault. No one saw this coming.
Guard 2 – We’ve got company!
*More people came into the casino as they’re chased by zombies. Yoko and her guards defended the casino from swarms and swarms of zombies. Some civilians were caught in the crossfire and some of the guards were overtaken by the zombies*
Guard 3 – I just got a call! Your parents are coming back, and they’ll need cover. Get up to the roof and give them cover. We’ll keep defend the casino floor. Go!
*Yoko quickly went to the roof with her sniper and looked down at the streets. Everything was chaotic. As she found her parent’s limo, she saw that her mom was already eaten by the zombies. She provides cover for her father’s guards and him, but a zombie managed to come out of the crowd and grabbed him. Yoko tried to shoot the zombie off him, but she just ended up killing her father and the zombie*
Yoko – I’m sorry father. I really should’ve practiced more like you said.
Chuck – Diary entry #2
*Chuck was working at his shop repairing cars. His ten-year-old daughter, Rose, walked in from the back room*
Rose – Hi there, daddy.
Chuck – Hey there beautiful. How are you doing?
Rose – I’m alright. Can I help you fix the cars?
Chuck – I don’t know. Did you ask mom?
Rose – Yes, and she said it’s ok, but grandma might be mad if she found out.
Chuck – Do you care if grandma somehow finds out?
Rose – No.
Chuck – That’s my girl. You can help me get my tools. I’ll show you what to do with them and maybe later you’ll actually be able to fix cars like me.
*An injured man ran into the store*
Stranger – You gotta help me! An infected man bit me!
Chuck – Infected? Infected how?
*A small group of zombies broke through the windows and door of the shop and pulled the stranger into their crowd*
Chuck – Oh that kind of infected! Let’s get out of here Rose!
*Chuck took his daughter and ran to the backroom where his wife, Nicole, was*
Chuck – Give me my ax honey. We’ve got zombies!
Nicole – Zombies? Are you serious?
Chuck – Completely. We have to use the back entrance and get back home. I’ll be ahead of you. Cover Rose’s eyes as I clear the way.
*Nicole did as Chuck said, and Chuck cleared the way for them. The streets were full of death and destruction as the zombie apocalypse was upon the city. The family arrived at their home block to see that people started to barricade it and set up defenses*
Frank – Chuck! I’m glad you’re safe.
Chuck – Right back at ya buddy. Get the guns out because probably got zombies behind us.
Frank – Gotcha buddy. Want that special M-16 you were saving?
Chuck – You know me so well.
*Chuck brought his daughter home*
Chuck – Okay. You’re going to have to defend our home while mommy and I stay outside. You know where to find my spare pistol and how to use it.
Rose – But I want to help!
Chuck – Listen to me Rose. I know you are stronger than any other girl in the city, but I need you to defend our house in case any zombies attack it. Ok?
Rose – Alright…
*Chuck kissed his daughter before he left outside to face the zombies with his wife and neighbors*
Frank – It’s a good thing we got so many guns.
Chuck – God bless America.
*The entire block stood their ground against hordes and hordes of zombies that came their way while they played their favorite metal band. They survived without losing a single man or woman. Once everything was clear or rather dead, Chuck took his ax*
Chuck – I’m going to go out there, find survivors, and bring them back here. Frank, you coming?
Frank – I’ll try to organize everyone here then head out. Where do you think the best place to look for other people is?
Chuck – The mall is pretty close, so I’ll try there first then I’ll go to the hospital and head back if I need to.
Frank – Good luck brother.
Chuck – Same to you.
Wade – Diary entry #3
Wade – *thinks to himself* It’s been a few months since I joined this group and I think I got a good idea of how everyone is here. Sam is the strong, silent type mainly because something is wrong with his neck. Chuck is hot tempered, depressed man of the group because of his family. Heather is the weird, stalking, assassin-type girl. I wouldn’t be surprised if she killed a few people or has some kind of mental condition. They’ve been wondering about my past especially Sam. I guess they want to know more about me before they can fully trust me. They asked about my dad and mom. Well…to tell the truth-
Chuck – Hey, check this out.
Wade – What is it?
Chuck – There’s a convenience store over here. Let’s take a look.
*Wade looked around the store and neighboring store for supplies. Chuck had been paired with him while Sam and Heather are together*
Chuck – Hey, I found some whiskey.
Wade – You could use it to make molotovs.
Chuck – What? I’m not allowed to drink it?
Wade – No.
Chuck – Why not?
Wade – Because you don’t want to be drunk when you are attacked by the infected. It’s common fucking sense.
Chuck – What got on your nerves? I thought that I was supposed to be the guy that was always pissed off.
Wade – Because my dad died drunk okay?! You glad that you finally got that out of me?
Chuck – Hey, we all have to know how each other feels. It’s how we grow to trust one another.
Wade – Did you already drink some of that whiskey?
Chuck – Maybe.
Wade – You fricken idiot.
Chuck – You know what calms me down more than alcohol and knowing that you kids are safe?
Wade – What’s that?
Chuck – Follow me.
*Chuck led Wade to a zombie infested alley*
Chuck – A little rampage here and there helps calm my nerves. What do you say?
Wade – Let’s fuck’em up.
*Chuck smashed and butchered zombies with his fire axe while Wade sliced and diced the dead with his katana. After they cleared the entire alleyway, Heather and Sam came running to them*
Heather – Are you guys okay?
Chuck – Just fine.
*Sam flipped through his book of sentences and showed them, “Working out stress?”*
Wade – Yeah. You should try it sometime.
Wade & Chuck – Hahahaha.
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