This is an average 30 mile city , but filled with zombies. The outbreak started a year and 7 months ago from June 6.(2013) This city is in the Mojave Desert , just 20 miles from Las Vegas. (We can travel to real cities like Las Vegas, we don't have to stay in one city through the whole time.) The city was fenced off to stop the outbreak , but over time they knocked over the fence. The outbreak has made it all the way to Texas. Special zombies are there to have some variety.(Those will be posted in ideas.) If there are any questions ask me.

Cameron was survey the streets from tthe an old drugstore roof top. The only reason he was there is to resupply on tylenol and other supplies for his medicial room in his house. He saw zombie stumble into another, he thought was Stupid zombies. The only thing that was nearby is a parking lot and dumpster. Cameron wasn't in the mood to be attacked by zombies so he climbed down back into the drugstore and exited out the back door. Once he got into the alley he began to walk back to his house.

Ben layed back on his couch fillin empty jars with nails, gun powder, and other ingredients, he hooked a timer with a electric pack on it, ran copper from the timer to in the C4 like putty, then screwed on the lid.After finishing the bomb he gently packed it into a backpack and started out the door gun in hand, he had made the bomb as a precaution in case things go awry when raids a house he had been eye balling up the street.

Wade exhaled slowly and pulled the trigger of his Remington rifle. A zombie 300 yards away dropped like a stone. Luckily from his spot on top of the hospital being spotted was unlikely. And the echo of the rifle shot obscured the position from which the sound originated so they couldn't pin point his resting place. He pulled back the bolt, extracting the shell, replaced it with a new round, then slammed the bolt forward. Readying himself for another shot. He shot again 'killing' another zombie and setting off a car alarm. "Whoops.", he muttered.

Cameron was just out in the middle of the street, when a Zombie had hit the the ground and a loud boom went off. He ducked his head and began to run behind a car, when that car's alarm went off. He jumped out of cover and began to dash towards his house. Once he turn right a little ways from the car. He stopped to catch his breath. He turned back to see a horde engulfing the car. He look ahead and saw his house only just up the road. He began to walk towards his house.

Ben hear an gunshot echo from a distance but he shrugged it off because he had grown a custom to the sounds of struggle throughout this infected wasteland, he continued walking until he reached the house. He saw that it held a pass code, Ben laughed but was still slightly surprised for the fact the home had power, pulled a small blue device up to the keypad and attached it to a loose hanging wire. He took several steps back a hit a small detonator he had stashed in his pocket, the device glowed made a small pop and the keypad flashed green and the locks disengaged he tried to open it but found that the knob was locked also he pulled out a bump key stuck it in the keyhole, wrapped his shirt tail around his had then slammed his hand in the lock, he the twisted the knob and found that he had successfully unlocked it . Ben looked all around him before opening the door continuing inside and shutting and locking it from the inside.

Cameron saw a figure enter his home. He pulled out a pistol as he came to his door step. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He took out his lockpick set, afte a few moments it opened. He walked inside and sliently put one hand on knob and his back against the door, then closed it without a sound. He began to walk into kitchen to check and see if they were stealing food. His pistol was ready to fire at anything.

Ben rummaged through clothes and medicines in the upstairs bedroom and bathroom he took a bottle of pain killers and two suits of clothes, it was strange that this house seemed recently used either the people who had lived here died or are out scaving. He didn't care honestly he knew how life was out here and unless their family you cant afford to feel sympathy it's all about survival. After searching up stairs for a few minutes he decided to go down to the kitchen, hopefully they had some meso.

Cameron heared footsteps from his stairs and thought,"Those steps are to fast for zombie." He held his position for a few moments, before he was met by a man wearing a trench coat. He pointed his glock at the man's head and said," Whatever you took put it on the ground now. I want you out of my house and never come back." He seem very calm about the man being in the house, he was kinda expecting it. That's the other possiblity he could come up with. He was hoping this man didn't find his blade in his basement.

Now that all the zombies were gathered around the car it didn't seem to fun to shoot at them. A waste of bullets. Wade stoof up slowly and yawned. Then, he reach over and grabbed a frag grenade from beside his rifle. It had been in a dead person's clutch. An actually dead person, that is. Wade had taken it and never had to use it. Might as well toss it now so he pulled the pin and held the handle. He stepped back a few yards and ran to the edge and threw it as hard as he could. Nearly knocking himself over the edge of the hospital roof while he was at it. It landed quite a distance away from them and bounced, rolling under a car on the otherside of the road. A moment passed before it exploded and the car exploded with it, flipping in the air and landing on the car that they were gathered around. Wade stood there, stunned slightly. Then grunted,"I'm just that good."

Ben pulled his mask up revealing a grin he then said "Calm yourself, just a mistake I thought this house was abandoned, now if you'd please get you gun away from face or I'll paint the walls with both of our blood." his tone was calm for someone with a gun in his face but death was something he had learned to deal with, he was ready for it knowing that his demise could come at any moment.

Cameron replied,"What makes you thing I care? Now whatever you stole from me put it down, before I put a few rounds in ya." Cameron had accepted the fact that he was going, so death didn't scare him like it would most people.

"Hmmm... so you've accepted death same as me?Well I see no reason in prolonging this confrontation." and with that Ben took off his bag dug through it and placed the stolen items on the floor put his bag back on and turned around. He then raised his hand with his thumb, middle, and index fingers extended and said "Later if you ever need me to blow something up I'm at the police station." and as he finished he started toward the door.

Cameron look at the man with a confused face and said in a confused tone,"Yea and you get hurt come ask me, instead of breaking in." He picked up the goods and asked," You hungry?"

Ben stopped in his tracks he reached inside his coat and ran his hands down his boney figure, he was starving "Uh sure what you got?" he asked as he turned around and started walking toward the table. As he reached the table he pulled out a chair and sat down and said "Um...Thanks I'm Ben by the way." he was greatfull but he it was hard for him to say thankyou even if this man had just possibly saved his life, because he never had anything to say thankyou for.

Wade sat on the top floor eating a sandwhich. The bread was stale but the cheese spread was... edible. "Yum..", he mumbled to himself through a mouth full. It wasn't the best meal in the world, but in a zombie world. It was quite a treat. Luxury foods weren't apart of this kind of life. He was lucky just to be in a place that had this kind of food, but it was running low. Heck, he was lucky to be here. All the zombies had moved out after eating all the other people that had died when the power had went out. The hospital had back up generators of course, but Wade saved those. Never knew when it might be a better time to use them. Not to mention it would bring a lot of attention to his haven. Dead or alive. Tonight he would go scavenging for something. Hopefully he wouldn't come back empty handed.

Jack replied,"What you want?" He reached for the pantry and began to look. He looked over is shoulder at the man for any "funny business." He just the man better much wiggling his thumbs around at his table as he looked.

"Anythings fine I've learned not to be picky." he said with a smirk, he really hoped he had meso though, it was his favorite and he hadn't had it in so long.

Cameron grabbed some meso and threw it on the table and said,"Here I hope you can cook yourself." He walked over to the fridge and grabbed an apple. He took a bite out of it and asked,"So tell me about yourself."

Willow Lions ran for all she was worth. Her breath was coming in hard, painful gasps and sweat was streaming down her face and into her eyes. The straps of her backpack were digging into her shoulders, dragged down by the weight of her unused medical supplies.

There were two Runners on her trail. She cursed herself when she glanced behind her and saw that they were gaining steadily. She'd been on the move for well over an hour, trying to shake them, but in vain. They must have been very recently turned. She knew that, soon, she'd have to make some kind of stand, otherwise she'd be left completely powerless by fatigue.

She ducked into a side street and in between two houses. There seemed to be lights on in one of them, and by instinct she headed for it. The light ... she didn't care that it would make her more visible – she just needed the safety if offered.

Cameron jumped around at the sound if a zombie close by. He ran for his basement door and ran down the stairs, at the bottom he saw the cot he took from the hospital. His medical supplies where put away neatly. He made a sharp turn to the work bench set up. He grabbed his blade off the table and dashed back upstairs to the door. He look through one of windows to see two zombies lingering around his house. He mumured "Shit."

Willow saw a figure moving inside the house through a downstairs window. Whoever it was was so close, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Calm down, Willow, calm down. You're too jittery.

The two zombies suddenly saw her again and she had to take off as they lunged at her with inhuman speed.

Cameron saw the two sprint off to the side of his house. He unlocked the door within moments and charged outside, but head in the opposite direction, around the other side and grabbed the actually person. He put her to his side and slice the zombie's head inhalf and the same as the other, within moments of killing the other one.

Willow nearly screamed when she was grabbed, but knew better - that would only attract more attention. It took her a few moments to realize that the one who'd grabbed her wasn't a zombie, but a man. She backed away, one hand flying down to the knife on her thigh.

Cameron looked at her and studied where her hand laid. A knife was in her hand, he asked her,"You can come in, if you promise not to stab me." He released a smile and looked up as the sound of thunder stuck across the sky, lighting lit up the sky like a flash from a camera.

"I won't stab you," Willow said warily. "If you can stay away from me and keep your hands off my stuff."

The lightning wasn't good. That meant rain, and rain meant noise. A lot of noise.

It was hard to hear a zombie coming when all you heard was the drumming of rain on a roof. She needed somewhere safe to hole herself up for the night.

Wade slammed his hand down on a gurney at the sound of rain on the floor above. Right when he was about to go out. He never seemed to have any luck. Atleast that is one thing that didn't change with the world going crazy. Either way he'd have to get food or risk getting sick on whatever else they had here before he came. "Alittle rain never hurt anyone, right?", he muttered to himself. He handed down to the main doors via the stairwell and peeked out. Pros- It would be harder for a zombie to see or hear him in the rain. Cons- he same went for Wade. With a sigh, he headed out stealthily.

Cameron said to her,"I can do that." The rain was beginning to fall harder and harder as they spoke. He picked back up with,"I'll ask again, would you like to come inside. I have food, water, and other resources that you might need. I'll even let you borrow some dry clothes. If I was you I would take it, rain like this makes it almost too risky to travel anywhere. Your choice, though." He put his blade in his sheath and looked over his soaked clothing.

Willow nodded once, curtly, and put away her blade as well. She kept her hand close to it, though. It was exceedingly rare that she came across a normal, uninfected human that didn't try to kill her for her supplies, let alone offer to share his.

"I accept your offer," she said. "But I don't have anything to trade back, so don't expect anything."

Cameron nodded and said,"Fine by me." He motioned her to follow and walked to the front door and opened it for letting her in first, then hisself. He walk in and said,"Follow me I get you everything." He began to walk up stairs before stopping and look at the other man in his house before continuing to his room. He grabbed her some sweat pants and an old plain white t-shirt of his and said,"Here, there is a towel in the bathroom across the hall. Make yourself at home for now."

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