3th May - 2014. - 2225 hours.
A Month since first outbreak
Smoke, storm clouds and heavy rain covered the night sky above the city of Indianapolis as the chaos slowly started coming to a halt, only the crackle of gunfire and thunder could be heard over the demoralizing moans of the decomposing army of the dead as they scoured the streets looking for their next meal, dead or alive. Anyone who hadn't left the city with a plan of escape was would be dead or worse in the upcoming days as most of the citizens fled onto the main roads in the hope of escape, however, they were only met with death, whole families slaughtered by stupid mistakes and itchy trigger fingers as the undead flooded out of the cities and onto the Traffic congested highways and freeways leading out of the city, their cars and blood left as some sort of crude and depressing message. Things aren't much better anywhere else ether, before the News channels switched to the emergency broadcast system, reports of the Z-plague were popping up all over the place, Britain, France, china. It seems that the humanity light is finally being snubbed out.
A Month since first outbreak
Smoke, storm clouds and heavy rain covered the night sky above the city of Indianapolis as the chaos slowly started coming to a halt, only the crackle of gunfire and thunder could be heard over the demoralizing moans of the decomposing army of the dead as they scoured the streets looking for their next meal, dead or alive. Anyone who hadn't left the city with a plan of escape was would be dead or worse in the upcoming days as most of the citizens fled onto the main roads in the hope of escape, however, they were only met with death, whole families slaughtered by stupid mistakes and itchy trigger fingers as the undead flooded out of the cities and onto the Traffic congested highways and freeways leading out of the city, their cars and blood left as some sort of crude and depressing message. Things aren't much better anywhere else ether, before the News channels switched to the emergency broadcast system, reports of the Z-plague were popping up all over the place, Britain, France, china. It seems that the humanity light is finally being snubbed out.
"Because when there is no more room in hell, the dead shall walk the earth."
http://www.rainymood.com/
No More Room In Hell.
50 miles away - Backroad near Dethridge farm residence.
The stormy rain pounded the Indiana countryside and back roads, the sky lit up by the occasional flash lighting and the silence was broken by the frequent explosion of thunder, any survivors without shelter would ether die from Hypothermia or end up crashing due to pour visablity brought on by the rain, however, a large Windpumps stuck out from the trees as it was a beacon of hope, windmills usually meant one thing, a farm and farms meant shelter, if a survivor was to follow the back road, they would eventually come across a sign on the road which had a sliver arrow spary painted onto it, pointing left in the derection of a small gravelroad. The word 'shelter' was crudely written under it, up the gravel road rested a large Poultry farm that was almost untouched by the plague, a warm and comforting light bled out of the glass windows. Outside the main farmhouse rested an Indianapolis Ford Crown Victoria police cruiser and a medium log guest house stood firmly a good couple of meters away.
(Maximum of three people finding the farm at the start.)
55 miles away - the town center of Cloverdale.
The dead roamed the streets below, lit by a soft bleach white light from the street lamps and the various colors of the shops, the blood on the streets was getting washed away by the heavy rainfall. Various retail buildings rested on the street, a pharmacy, a grocer, a tool shop and even a gun-store rested there. However, the windows were heavily barracaded with wooden planks and plywood, the gun-store seemed to be barricaded fairly well with metal cages and a warm light shined out of the holes in the barricade, a yellow school bus had crashed through the entrance earlier, the distinctive noises of irritable groans originated from inside.
A loud female scream originated from inside the pharmacy, it sounds as if someone had just made a fatal mistake.
(start locations are the tool shop, a radio station, the church and an apartment. Feel free to decorate them however you like
)Debra Dethridge.
Dethridge farm.
Debra sat on an uncomfortable dining chair playing a game of cards on the dinning table with her little niece as the rain pelted off the windows, she stared at her with great concern, she wasn't well, she knew it both from the way she looked and sounded but Lucy was turning her best to hide it, even though she was wrapped up in warm clothing. Debra was no doctor, but she could tell that it was serious. "Pick up five Aunt deb!" Lucy spoke out quietly, managing to muster-up a grin, breaking the awkward silence before she began coughing up mucus. "fu-" Debra was quickly cut off by a look from her bother max.
"Fudge" she said quickly, poorly attempting to cover up for her swearing habit. "Your real nice you! I thought we had an agreement!" Debra joked, Lucy lightly laughed before going into a coughing fit. Max got up off his seat, glancing towards Debra with a worried look. A look she had seen plenty of times.
"How about I make you a nice cup of Coco and tuck you into bed?" Max said, putting on his best smile, Lucy glanced towards him before looking out the window. "I wanna wait for mummy to get back with my medicine." Lucy protested before coughing. "I'll wake you up the second she gets home, ok?" Max said, the stress audible in his voice, Lucy took a sigh and nodded slowly, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"Can you read me the three little pigs?" Lucy questioned, putting on her baby eyes which could melt any father's heart. "You win." he muttered before picking her up, carrying her upstairs. Debra got up from her chair and stared out the window, looking towards the road. Marie had left six hours ago to get medication, an hour before she had arrived. she could hear her sisters Vanessa voice in the other room but she didn't feel like talking to her fiance Alex, a million questions darted around in her head.
What if Marie was dead?
....
What if Lucy's illness worsens?
.....
Where the fuck did I put radio?
Debra continued to stare out the window, watching the road, thinking hard about what she needs to do.
