When the Dead Rise RP ( IC, OPEN )

[Land of the Risen]

Daniel woke up with his body in almost a ball shpe, covered in blankets despite the date. It was... June 15? He thought so at least. He was never gd with dates during summer vacation. Dan squirmed around in his bed to face his alarm clock. The time was 7:22.

Little did he know how scaring that time would be for him.

"Mornin' guys." Dan mumbled on the way upstairs from his bedroom to greet his family. Everything was normal. Mom was cooking bacon pancakes li off of all her boys favorite show, Adventure Time. His baby brother were usuing theirstuffed animals to have an unnesicarily rough fight, and Dad was already at work. Dan hate being a morning person, he was never good at sleeping in...


At the White house, live was boring yet hectic li ual. Men and women dressed fanly ran around, checking computer moniters or random manuscripts. No one even suspected a thing as one of president Obama's favorite personal security guards returned from staying home sick the d before. To keeo out most of the boring parts, let's just y thePresident didn't really have the greatest day of his life. The oval office wasfull of bodies, some reanimated, some being use a snacks. jThe nation emergency alarm had been going off for quite some time, but does it really matter when theres no one tohear it?...

By this time, Dan was already skateing around town, trying to find someone who woud ng out with him. It was summer! Why was everyone busy?!?!?! He skated the streets, taking in what was Pottstown. It wasnt a horrible place, but it had a big ghetto. Dan waused to teghetto though, and knew who to avoid trouble. Olling onto the closest sidewalk, he caught the tail end of his board on the curb, sending him tumbling. He sighed to himself, smacked himself on the head, and looked derectly foward, only to see someone waching some kind of Zombie movie. Due to the quality, the movie was obviously newer, but... Dan basically knew all of the zombie movies, even the older ones...

"No..." He breathed slowly. This couldnt be. The wind was till blowing normally. Everything was just exactually the same as always...

To be sure, Dan looke again at the screen, once againseeing the news channel logo in the lower right corner. This wasnt a movie.


And that was when the liing dead man slammed himself on the window Dan was watching TV through.

[The New Greek Republic]

Dwayne awoke to the peaceful morning with birds chirping in the distance, he got up out his bed and put on a wife beater, and some jeans, and walked out of his bedroom. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and made some cereal for breakfast he sat down and turned on the TV. He was flipping through the channels when he came across a channel that was usually a news channel, but it was showing a zombie movie.

"Hmm, must be some sort of special day or something." Dwayne thought to himself, and flipped through the channels once more.

When he finished his cereal he walked out of the house, and went to his mom and dad's house, he planned on staying there for Father's day weekend.

"Almost forgot." Dwayne said aloud as he walked back inside, and grabbed his gun. A Glock 22, he'd gotten when he lived in Downtown Detroit, his parents lived about 4 blocks away from the "bad" neighborhood, that Dwayne used to live in. He put the gun in his waistline and walked back out to his car.

"Shit." He said as his car wouldn't turn over and ignite. "Piece of shit" He said as he got out, and began to walk to his parents house, it was 23 blocks away so it wouldn't be that bad, right?

When he walked up to his parent's front door, he noticed a bloody hand print on the door, he pulled out his gun and slowly walked in.

"Ma?" Dwayne called out

"Dad?" He called out again

"Anybody home?" He said as he walked up the stairs, following a line of blood.

He kicked in his parent's bedroom door and seen nobody was there, just bloody sheets. He lowered his gun, and that's when he discovered what was going on.

His mom, who was now a zombie, tried to grab him, but only managed to claw his back.

"Ahh! Mom?!?!" He yelled out

His mom hissed at him

"What the hell?!" He pointed his gun at her and shot 4 times, all to her head, she dropped down like a bag of rocks.

"Mom... W-W-What happened to you?" He said looking at her, already, decomposing body.

"I gotta get out of here." He said to himself.

He searched his mom for the keys to their car, a 2013 Cadillac ATS, "HERE!" He said to himself as he found them, he ran downstairs and looked outside.

"Oh. My. God." He said

He ran to the car and jumped in and locked the door as fast as he could. He quickly started the car and backed up and drove away, looking in his rear view mirror seeing a HOARD of.. these.. monsters.. RUNNING after him.

Dwayne just drove and drove, he had no clue on where to go, but he was getting out of Detroit.

[Novia Soviet Socialist Republic]

Jack was at work typing on his office computer doing paper work for people whom had applied for the army. He disliked this job but had to do it until September when he could go back on deployment. After about an hour he stood up and went to the Warrant Officers office. He knocked and then went in "I got it all done sir I'll see you next week" The Warrant Officer nodded "Okay Corporal off you go" With that Jack left the recruitment office and went down the steps checking his watch. It was only 2pm plenty of time to go pick that gun up from the gunshop.

He got in his car parked across the road near the Cathedral and began driving eventually getting to Browns Lock, Stock & Barrel. He walked in and went to the back room where he met John Brown the shops owner "Afternoon John am ere to pick up that leaver action" John nodded and pulled out a Synthetic Winchester 1887 with 7x scope and AAC suppressor chambered in .44 Magnum. Jack handed over the last of the money and put the rifle in the gun slip and bought two boxes of ammunition.

Upon getting in he put the rifle on the table and went up stairs to get changed into a white shirt, black jeans and went back down stairs again to put the kettle on. After making coffee he switched the TV on to see an emergency broadcast. Rioting in the city centre, Hillsborough, Firth Park, High Green, Ecclesfield and his town. Chapeltown. This shocked him and he got up looking outside his road was empty as usual mainly because it was a private road. What ever was happening this was more than riots.

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

Wilhelm Lawson,
Countryside outside Munich,
Germany

Wilhelm woke up early in the afternoon in his two story home in the countryside outside Munich. He lived in the center of a thick woodland, and had to drive quite a ways to get to his job inside the actual city. He worked as a museum curator, operating a WWI museum. He had quite a fancy for WWI history, and collected quite a few relics from WWI. He had an old German military uniform and Pickellhaube, he had several old German flags, an old revolver, and even had old German propaganda posters scattered across his house.

He got into his car, also an antique Mercedes which he had spent his inheritance money on. He turned the key and the car's engine revved. He started driving through the thick forest when all of a sudden a mangled human figured jumped out from the trees onto his car. He stopped immediately, got out of the car, and looked at the figure he had hit. It did not look human at all. It had bite wounds all over it, grayish skin, and blood all over it. "Was in seinen heiligen Namen ist das?" Wilhelm said, as the figure started moaning and sticking an arm out towards the German.

He drew his old revolver and pointed it at the figure, and fired a single shot at the head. "Ruhe in Frieden, fiel Kreatur." He said, getting back in his antique Mercedes. He continued driving into Munich, but was dismayed to see dozens of the same creature he saw before roaming about the streets of his home town. They were slow moving, and seemed to be attracted somehow to him and his car. He sped up, observing them carefully.

He arrived at the WWI Museum to find several of the creatures eating one of his fellow employees outside the door. Out of sympathy for his friend, he exited the car with his revolver and fired four bullets at the four creatures. Three of them fell to the ground. The fourth started walking toward Wilhelm. He cocked his revolver and fired a fifth time. The creature fell and Wilhelm rushed to his friend, clearly dead. "Seien Sie gut, mein lieber Freund." He said, closing the eyes of his old friend and walking back toward his car.

He was quick to exit the town. He sped as fast as possible back to his house, seeing several more of the monsters across the forest when he arrived. He rushed back inside, gathered some old wood boards, nails, and a hammer, and started boarding up the windows of the house and barricading the two doors into the house. After finishing with fortifying his home, he sat uneasily on his couch and turned on the TV on his favorite news station. The news report was quite disturbing.

"Das ist deutsche News at Six. Vicious fleischessen Kreaturen haben die großen deutschen Kernland überflutet. Städte wie Berlin, Hannover und Frankfurt sind von den foul, gräulich, Blut Verlangen Kreaturen überrannt worden. Wir drängen niemanden hören zu diesem Bericht auf die Evakuierung in Hamburg fliehen, wird Boote werden Überführung deutsche Bürger der Vereinigten Staaten von Hawaii alle zwei Stunden versendet. Beeilen Sie sich, denn es kann zu spät bald."

The TV suddenly turned to static. Wilhelm knew he had to get north to Hamburg, to escape the country. He loaded three boxes of his WWI artifacts and rushed back to his Mercedes, remaking the barricades at the house to make sure none of the dead could enter while he was gone. Wilhelm loved his country, and was uneasy to leave to the US. But he knew that only death would await him here. He rushed into the car after loading three boxes containing all his relics, and started driving north to Hamburg.

After two hours of driving, encountering many of the undead on the roads, he arrived at Hamburg to find hundreds of the creatures everywhere. He drove as fast as the car would go to the port where the evacuation center was. A ferry was preparing to leave. He swerved the car onto the jetty and sped the car up. The boat was in the water, and he knew he would not reach it on foot. He pumped his car to the max and went over a wooden ramp and flew into the air. A miracle happened and it landed perfectly flat on the deck of the ferry boat. "Sorry für die harten Landung, aber ich musste raus aus dieser Stadt eine oder andere Weise." He said to the other survivors on the ship. The boat was still intact, and he got to keep his car. He sat back in his Mercedes and waited for the ferry to reach Hawaii.

[The Coca Cola Kindom Sponsered by UBS]

Tick... Tock.... Tick... Tock.... Tick.... Tock.....

Third straight night in a row and he couldn't sleep. It wasn't the Zanex, he'd stopped taking that after the incident at the Oscars.
"Get the old man a Cocoa" the headline had read, Jumped up little dickwads. They had barely stopped sucking their mothers tits and they have the stones to say that?

Perhaps it was nerves, almost the entire crew had been off sick and they were already behind in filming. An extra $7 million, an thats if they were all back tomorrow. Even worse no-one could get hold of Uma Therman, not even her agent, the lead actress just disappears off the face off the planet.
"Probably off blowing Tarantino" He thought.....

The Nights were hot here, thats just how he liked it... Arizona was where a man could see the stars and be alone with his thoughts. At his age his thoughts had piled up. He had turned on the TV from time to time but nothing seemed to be on the news, He kept looking for a news article about
"Actress found dead form overdose" but nothing showed up.

He had to drive to phoenix tomorrow for a meeting with the screenwriters, "I wonder if the world would miss me if i disappeared" he asked no-one.... struck another match, lit the Tuscanello and dozed off to a quiet world.

[The Coca Cola Kindom Sponsered by UBS]

Perhaps it was Age, maybe paranoia, too many movies with bad plotlines. He liked to think bad feelings were the last remnants of his previous marriage.
Things didnt feel right, Bird flu was all over the news and paranoid people running around like it was the end of the world. "And these Morons think im losing it?"

The drive to the city was nice, no traffic, well until he hit the highway anyway but then all in the other direction. About 4 miles outside the city a police roadblock was strewn across the highway. Two modern cowboys doing the only job they could where they get to shoot at people, Shit he missed the old days.....

Trooper:"Stop the car old timer".....

Old timer!!! Who does this little prick think he is? John Wayne?

Trooper:"Homeland Security and the Arizona National Guard have quarantined the city, no-one in, no-one out"

"You boys are doing a swell job" he said looking across the central reservation at the streaming traffic 8 a breast and bonnet to bumper moving steadily out of the city... "Perhaps after this you can scrape shit off the sidewalk"

Trooper:"Your Funny"

"I've been called a lot of things, but never funny."

Trooper:" This is serious, their is an evacuation site been set-up outside San Diego and two more in L.A and San Francisco. All Airports have been commandeered for military use and civilian flights are being rerouted. You must have seen the News?"

"The Fucking Koreans invade? Or did the Jews finally piss off the Arabs and put the price of Halal up? Well if this world has gone to shit relics like me and gonna be here to wipe your asses"


He swung the car round and headed back to his desert... Maybe ill just stay there. No Koreans gonna give a shit about an old man in a desert. Getting a hair cut is gonna be a bitch though....

[Land of the Risen]

As the clearly living dead man threw himself against the window, Dan flung himself backwards, tripping over his skateboard.

"I hate my life." Dan muttered to no one specificly. He was in a daze, and forgot all about the zombie starring at him through the window.

A real zombie....

As much as Dan thought he was ready for this moment, he really, truley wasn't. The hunger deep in the zombie's eyes was something a movie or book could never really describe or depict. The rotting flesh was just... A nightmare. The kind of dreams Dan had every night, and thought he was used to at this point.

"Holy..." Fear had put Dan to a holt, rubbing the back of his head were he was leaking a good amount of blood. Why him?

Suddenly, the zombie smashed himself into the window.

No, not into... Through it.

The zombie laid there, motionless at Dan's feet for a few long seconds. The hand of the zombie flung out, grabbing ahold of his leg.

"Mother fucker!" Dan screamed, picking up his board and smashing it repeaditly onto the zombie's head. Not stopping until...

SMASH

Head? Nope, just a bloody mound of blood, brains, and crushed skull fragments. The blood spread from the pile, resembling, well, the movies. Only this was... Too real for Dan.

Without a second thought, Dan raced inside the man's house on Willow Street. He used the leather couch as a baracade for the door, and the love seat for the empty window frame.

"I can't even believe this." Dan wacthed the old school TV, and listened closely to the location of the nearest evacuation center. Philly?!?! That was an hour worth of driving! Damnit!

At this point, Dan needed weapons. He thought hard, and remembered how the zombie out front had a WWII uniform on. Maybe he was a Vet...

Dan raced upstairs without a second thought, positive he would find something of value to him. Surley enough, he found a unlocked steel box under the bed. Which, he opened to find a classic flamethrower.

"Sneaky bastard." Dan joked. He then looked over to the bed side. A scythe? Just like the one the Grim Reaper had. Awesome!

Finally, Dan cautiously entered the garage, where a 1969 El Camino was parked, keys and everything.

"My luck." Dan grinned. This was fucking amazing...

[The Coca Cola Kindom Sponsered by UBS]

He had decided that a drink was in order, the news had been pretty interesting. Obama was dead huh... "That would have never happened to Reagan, damn liberal sons o bitches"

All he had with him was a couple sets of suits. Some of the clothes from the production department would do him that he had in the boot of the car. Looked like he wouldn't be needing suits anymore. He took the Colts out of his case and looked at them. A present from one of his sons... He had never been close with his kids, they only cared about money, inheritance and fame. Kyle was different but they hadn't spoke in a long time.

"No use dwelling on whats done eh", he had tried the cell but their was no reception. Only a couple of TV stations were still on and most had preachers praying and sermonizing. Apparently the Lord was gonna take us in his arms, "what a crock o shit".

He wanted a Rifle and in the morning he knew where he could get one. He had been to a range up by Indian Hills Airstrip before, weren't naught but 30 miles, could fill up on gas their too. Was a long drive to San Francisco, it'd be faster to San Diego but he weren't gonna get himself surrounded by swamp rats. He didnt give care about dieing, just wanted to see Kyle once more, and if he was gonna do that he was gonna have to get to S.F.

[Novia Soviet Socialist Republic]

Jack kept watching the news eventually seeing the riots. They were eating each other and looked horribly mutilated and even decomposed on some. This wasn't a riot this was a disease. Good thing the Army hasn't pulled him back into action yet because he would have been the first to go. He stood up and began packing things into a back pack before lumping it into the car seat next to him along with the 100 rounds of .44 Magnum and the new rifle he bought. He then went back inside and grabbed as much food and drink as possible before loading it into the boot. He then went upstairs and opened his gun cabinet before pulling out his guns and throwing them into the backseat consisting of a Remington 700 chambered for .458 Winchester Magnum, Remington 770 in .308 Winchester, Winchester 1300 pump action shotgun, Miriku under and over shotgun and an AR-15 chambered in .22. After that he grabbed a crowbar and his hunting knife then got in the car before setting off to Scarborough which was the evacuation area.

After an hour of driving he was almost there he could see the ferry. He kept driving and caught the ferry just in time. His bumper was covered in blood with bits of flesh stuck in the grill. A headlight was cracked and a wing mirror almost got knocked off but was mostly in tact. He got out of the car and took a deep breath "Good thing I got out before the traffic started congesting" He smiled and walked around on the ferry before grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting down in his car for a well deserved drink.

[Confederated Southern States]

BANG!

A zombie dropped to the ground as Shaquille O'Neal reloaded his shotgun. He had kept a couple of guns for a rainy day, but never thought he would use them to fight the undead.

"Get offa my lawn, munchers!" Shaq cried out as he dropped another living corpse. Unfortunatetly Shaq lived alone, all by himself in his mansion in Boston. He needed to get out into town soon, as staying here he would get overrun.

"The hell with this, to the Shaqmobile!" He called out, rushing out of his house and into his Ford F350. He had loaded it with supplies when the zombies ceased, and now was the time to bail. The tires screeched as he pulled out of the driveway, into town.

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

Wilhelm Lawson,
Ferry Boat,
North Sea

Wilhelm felt lucky to have escaped mainland Germany, though indeed saddened to leave the Fatherland. He hoped to find an uninhabited island and settle there with some of the other German survivors, and build a new Fatherland, and a glorious Fourth Reich. He knew that he could not do so in America, and that he would need to find a new island to build a new German Empire on. He sat back and daydreamed about a new Fourth Reich, based on the German Empire that his father and grandfather both fought and died for.

While he sat back daydreaming, he heard screaming from the deck below. He jumped up, pulled out his revolver, and rushed down the stairs to the lower deck to see what was happening. He rushed through the door and was dismayed to see one of the undead chasing after the passengers below. He cocked his revolver and fired a shot at the bastard. It hit the neck and it started chasing after Wilhelm. Luckily the creature was slow and lacked agility.

Wilhelm cocked his gun again and fired another shot. It hit the creature in the head and the creature fell to the ground. "Die Greuel ist jetzt tot." Wilhelm said, walking back onto the top deck to reenter his car. He resumed daydreaming about his Fourth Reich and drifted off to sleep. He awoke to shouting and got out of the Mercedes. "Was ist das?" Wilhelm said. "Wir haben Hawaii erreicht!" Another man said back to him.

Excited to be reaching the shores of Hawaii, Wilhelm ran to the edge of the boat and looked out at the shores in their sight. The boat landed at a wooden pier, and Wilhelm walked back to his Mercedes, turned the key, and drove it onto the large and stable pier. There was not much development, but he was sure they would reach it in due time. He started driving down the crude paved roads leading toward the nearby town.

[FC Zenit]

In Mossburn, New Zealand, Nathan had just woken up and was preparing for his daily tasks on his farm when his cellphone went off, indicating he had received a text message. He opened the message and it read. "TURN ON THE TELLY, GET TO INVERCARGILL, BRING GUN. " said the message, it was from his brother who owned a gun store in Invercargill. Slowly he made his way into the den and flipped on the television set. The channel was already set to TVNZ so he began to watch the news. He didn't pay much mind, but the he read the headlines, Breaking News: Prime Minister Key Declares A State of Emergency. Seeing this he turned up the volume so he could actually hear what the newscasters were saying.

"Quite a shocking story we've got for you at the top of the hour, Prime Minister Key has declared a nationwide state of emergency." said the reporter, "We've just received news that police are issuing a curfew on the whole North Island, as well as in Christchurch. We are receiving reports of a widespread infection across the entire world at the moment. The nature of the disease is not known at this time, but it is considered highly contagious. All international traffic has been halted in and out of New Zealand as well as transit between the North Island and the South Island. We've been advised that the military has been mobilised and the government has authorised the use of deadly force against any and all hostile individuals. The major cities have been put under quarantine, this includes Christchurch, Wellington, and Auckland. We are receiving reports that there are a reported 2400 cases of fatal sickness on the North Island and 1200 cases on the South Island, roughly." with this Nathan shut off the television set. "Bloody Hell." he muttered, all he could think of was his parents, stranded in Auckland, the total opposite end of New Zealand.

With haste he went over to his gun cabinet and retrieved his Bushmaster AR-15 with a suppressor. He loaded 6 magazines and shoved them in his coat pocket. He grabbed his keys and a knife, and headed out the door. He got in his Jeep Wagoneer, but before he started it he checked the news on his smart phone. CANBERRA, WASHINGTON D.C, LOS ANGELES, MUNICH, BOSTON, AND MOSCOW HAVE FALLEN. flashes a headline. He cursed under his breath, started the car, then started out the drive, and took off, full speed, in the direction of Invercargill.

[The New Greek Republic]

Dwayne pulled to the side of the road to gather his sanity. What had he just seen? What did he just do? Is he dreaming? He can't be dreaming the scratches on his back were still burning, immensely. He had killed his own mother, and he still had no idea where his father was, but was wrong with his mother? What was wrong with those people that were running after him? He shook it off and turned on the radio and flipped through the stations. All there was, was static, and more static, and then he came across the emergency radio station, 108.7 , he listened closely.

"To all residents of Detroit, we are recommending that all of you stay inside until further notice, unless in a case of emergency, STAY INSIDE."

"Hold on, we are getting in new information.... To all survivors in Detroit, the is an Evacuation Center set up at the Palace of Auburn Hills. I repeat there is an EVACUATION CENTER set up at THE PALACE OF AUBURN HILLS." Dwayne turned off the radio.

"The Palace, eh?" Dwayne looked around to see where he was now.

"That's about a 30 minute drive from here!" Dwayne said as he realized where he was

He started the car back up, and began to drive as fast as he could, he couldn't believe how close he was to the EVAC Center. What sheer luck! He still couldn't get the image of his mother's decomposing face out his head, and the horrible noises she made when she tried to attack him.

30 minutes later....

Dwayne got of the car, and walked to the security point, they took his gun away from him and asked him a few questions.

Have you been bitten by one of them?

"No sir."

Have you been attacked by one of them?

"Yes, sir"

Have you been harmed by one of them?

"..No, Sir" Dwayne lied, fearing that he would be sent away.

Have you killed any of them?

"Yes."

How many?

"1, My mother."

The soldier stood there silently, for a moment.

You can have this back, mister. The soldier said handing back his gun.

You're clear, go ahead

"Thank you" Dwayne said as he put the gun back in his waistline.

Dwayne walked into the stadium, and sat down. He still couldn't get the image out of his mind, his mother.. hissing.. her face decomposing... and her face after he shot her. He laid back and tried to forget.

[Land of the Risen]

About an hour later, Dan had made it to Philly airport. He had been back to his home first, only to see the worst...

Dan parked the car about a block away from he airport, just in case te ake for his drivers license, whih he was still to young to get. He had jst barely made it to Philly in one piece. Blood splattered the front of the car, and Dan was almost unnafected by the sight. It was only an hour into the apocolypse, ane felt lie he wa use to killing.

Another hour went by, and Dn was on a plane to Hawaii. He manage ti hide his weapons in a bag, due to the un use metal detector. Thy probably dit care anyw..

[The Coca Cola Kindom Sponsered by UBS]

He had driven through the night, a roadblock had been set up a few miles back but it was unmanned. Their were still a few cars leaving the city but not many. He had seen a family asleep in a car at the side of the road, he had bibbed the horn and realized they weren't people anymore.
"What is this shit"

Kyle had lived on the outskirts of San Francisco. The only one of his children to pay his own way, avoid the shadow and limelight his father cast on his other siblings. He had never told him but he had never been more proud of him the day he had refused the offer to work for his production company.

The House was gated and the car was in the drive...
"Why haven't you tried to get away son..."

He buzzed the house and got no answer. He slung himself over the wall and walk up the path to the front door, it was open...

He came out 5 shots and 20 minutes later, having put aside the only thing that had given him joy. Their would be no more of it for him, not now. Whether humanity survived or not, he was a ghost, and echo, a shell of a man with nothing but anger to fuel him.

He found a dying woman by the car and shot her through the head. Her infant child he picked up and put in the car. Kira, from now on that's your name.... He left the burning ruins of the city behind him and reached the port. A few soldiers still guarded the entrance, one of them checked him and the girl for wounds...

Soldier: "ok, go through, we depart in 5 minutes... You see anyone else out there alive?"
"Does that answer your question", A moving wave of flesh and teeth was running toward the dock.
"Think its time to go, unless you wanted to stand here with your dick in your hand and flirt"

He watched them run into the sea after the boat, gnawing at the air trying to reach them, he grabbed his cigars and lighter out the car and watched a dying America slip over the horizon

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

Wilhelm Lawson,
Hawaii,
Outskirts of Town

Wilhelm, thankful for still having his Mercedes, continued driving down the crude road. It would have taken hours to walk, and walking would be dangerous if there were raiders or the undead creatures roaming the roads. He took off his Pickelhaube and fingered it a bit before replacing it on his head. It had been worn by his great grandfather, who was an officer in the German Army during the Great War. He came from a long line of military officers, dating back to the early Prussian Empire.

He continued driving and reached the town after about a half hour of driving. He stopped nearby the airport of the town, parking his car and locking it as he exited. He noticed an interesting enough person exiting the airport, wearing stereotypical American attire and a hideous hat(OPs character). He walked over to the man and said "Grüße, mein Freund. Ich bin Wilhelm Lawson. But I doubt you speak German, so allow me to extend my greetings in English. I am Wilhelm Lawson, museum curator from Munich. Who might you be?" He spoke some English, but greatly preferred speaking in his native language.

[Land of the Risen]

As the airplane landed, Dan exited and ran for the nearet town. He ha no idea where he was, which isand he was one, and if the island wa truey safe at all...

Finally, upon finding the vilage located on a giant cliff over lookig te ocean, did te day's event begin to hit Dan.It was the fucking zombie apocolypse...

Suddenly, a very interestingly dressed German man introduced himself to Dan. "Wow, a real German..." Dan zoned off, thinking about al the reasearch he had dne of Germany. "My name's Daniel O'Brien." It was almost funny having a formal introduction at a time li this.

Noting the man's WWI uniform, D tied to adjust his flamethrower so it would be harder to see, but had no such luck. The thing wa along with his scythe. Dan just hoped the man wouldnt think lesser of him because he carried a war crimed weapon on his back.

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

As the airplane landed, Dan exited and ran for the nearet town. He ha no idea where he was, which isand he was one, and if the island wa truey safe at all...

Finally, upon finding the vilage located on a giant cliff over lookig te ocean, did te day's event begin to hit Dan.It was the fucking zombie apocolypse...

Suddenly, a very interestingly dressed German man introduced himself to Dan. "Wow, a real German..." Dan zoned off, thinking about al the reasearch he had dne of Germany. "My name's Daniel O'Brien." It was almost funny having a formal introduction at a time li this.

Noting the man's WWI uniform, D tied to adjust his flamethrower so it would be harder to see, but had no such luck. The thing wa along with his scythe. Dan just hoped the man wouldnt think lesser of him because he carried a war crimed weapon on his back.

"I see you are a well armed man, Daniel. I am a collector of all sorts of things from the first world war, I've all kinds of valued things. I even managed to bring my 1917 Mercedes with me. Funny story about that. But amazingly, all I have in terms of weaponry is a simple old revolver from the War that has been passed down in my family for three generations. Perhaps we could help each other? I have food, reading material, and transportation. You have weaponry. We could work together to survive and pool our resources, and if any of the foul creatures ever attack us, we would be able to easily dispatch them. What do you say, Daniel?" Wilhelm said, attempting to find an ally among the survivors.

[Occeania]

Gustav stood over one of the chained down experiments with a small pocket knife, it had been a normal day until he found two men walking on his property. He walked over to them and they had began to try and attack Gustav. Gustav had then used rope to wrangle them up and bring them into his lab and chain them down. They weren't Human but Gustav saw them as a opportunity to become a world renowned Neuro biologist. Little did he know the dead were walking the streets down in Missoula and well every were.


He took the knife and lightly cut out a square piece of skin, then using tweezers he pulled it off the zombies arm and the zombie merely tried to keep on getting at him but it could not. He then walked over to his micro scope and placed the cut out skin inside a slide. But for now he would simply do other expierements to test his patience.

He used a record player and lightly let classical music rift through the air to see how the Zombies reacted, later he probably would call ma and pa to tell him his discovery.

[Novia Soviet Socialist Republic]

Jack drove off the Ferry after a long trip and came to a small town. He got out and looked around seeing Dan and some guy in a trench coat and German World War 1 helmet. He couldn't believe it. Not only had his country fell leaving him with nothing. He went into his car and looked at his Green Woodland DPM's with a smile. Memories that will now be long gone. He thought about the people he left behind. His family, friends. The only the good that could possibly come out of this is that he's in Hawaii and his ex was probably eaten.

He grabbed a Texan BBQ chicken sandwich then closed the boot before opening the packaging and began to eat the sandwich. He didn't know why but the prepacked supermarket sandwiches always tasted good. He looked around him seeing refugee's from all nationalities coming in "I predict a riot by the end of the month" He thought to himself as he watched everyone.

[Confederated Southern States]

Shaq drove out into to town, avoiding the zombie mayhem as best as possible. He encountered some survivors, but most everyone was leaving town.

"Gotta find a way outta here..." He mused to himself, driving down a rather empty road.

[Rynagria]

Gunshots rang out throughout the John's neighborhood as he sneaked tried to sneak through, his shovel in hand and his favorite kitchen knife in his backpack. The great thing about Texas is the gun to human ratio is greater than most states.... John thought with a smile, scrambling behind a red sedan, trying to hide from two of those zombies, who were both busy eating someone else. But soon the gunshots lead one of the zombies eating away, leaving only one. Seeing it as his chance to kill more of these things, John rushed it, shovel in hand.

"Take this you motherfucker!" He shouted as he raised the shovel above his head and brought it down with as much force as possible, the head practically exploding. Then he looked at the body that was being feasted on and noticed that it's head was still intact, so he placed the tip of the spade on the head and then jumped on it. "At least now you won't come back." He muttered quietly to himself as he began to run away.

[Communists for the people]

Lack of food and water had finally driven Arthur from his shelter, as he walked down a deserted street with gun in hand. Arthur was almost out of ammo and his Colt 1911 was the only weapon he had, he had to find some food and ammo quick if he wanted to survive. Arthur turned a corner and was met by a sea of destroyed cars and trucks. Arthur did some quick thinking and decided that this was as good of a place as any to search for supplies. Arthur started with a police car near to him. The door on the police car was hanging open and a dead police officer was lying in the street half eaten, Arthur knelt down beside the police man and checked his gun holster, "Damn,"
Arthur swore to himself the pistol was already taken. Next; Arthur walked over to the police car and stuck his head inside looking for the AR-15 that was kept in the front seat.
That was taken too. Arthur went to the trunk of the police car and checked to see if it was open, it wasn't. Arthur knew (being a former SWAT team member) that there would be a Mossberg 500 in the trunk. Arthur pulled out his Colt 1911 and aimed at the trunk, but just as he was about to pull the trigger he thought that the infected would hear the noise and come find him. Arthur was going to need something else.

After poking around the street for something that could be used to open the trunk, and not finding anything, he decided that his best chance at getting that shotgun was to use the 1911. Arthur hiked back through the sea of wrecked cars until he came to the police car, aiming the pistol at the trunk he pulled the trigger. "BANG," the 1911 sent a round into the trunk latch and the trunk popped open, and there on a shotgun rack was the Mossberg 500.
Arthur glanced around to make sure there were no infected in sight than reached into the trunk and pulled out the Mossberg. After checking to see if it was loaded Arthur headed down the street. Suddenly at the end of the street a infected appeared, and a second, and than a third. "Shit, this just can't get worse," Arthur said, Arthur decided screw it, and pumped the Mossberg and ran towards the infected, and the infected ran towards him. Arthur waited until they were almost on top of him before pulling the trigger, the infected flew backwards, the first infected was shredded into a mess of blood and ripped up sherds of flesh. The other two began picking themselves off the ground, "Not happening!" yelled Arthur as he pumped the shotgun and discharged into one of the infected's face, the blast tore off the head and sent it flying down the street, well the rest of it fell to the ground. The other infected ran towards Arthur, Arthur swung the Mossberg into it's head, the infected was sent flying sideways. Arthur ran over and began kicking it in the head until the head popped open and the insides seeped out onto the sidewalk.

Arthur glanced at the dead zombie and shook his head in disgust and walked off down the street in search of some food. After walking about a quarter of a mile, Arthur found himself near a corner store. Arthur checked the area to make sure that no infected were coming before heading inside. As Arthur walked into the store he glanced around, there was a counter with a computer on it, and to his left was a cooler full of sodas, Arthur yanked open the door and grabbed a soda, opening the soda he took a long swig, and than another, putting the soda in his backpack he searched for some food. In the back of the store Arthur found a self full on candy, chips, and subs. Taking the entire lot he shoved all the food in his backpack and was heading out the door when a young man walked into the store. Arthur grabbed the Colt 1911 out of his belt and pointed it at the man, only to find the man pointing a Beretta M9 right back at him. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Arthur chuckled and lowered his gun and returned it back to his belt, offering his hand out for a handshake Arthur said, "Hey, my name's Arthur."

The man looked at Arthur before lowering his gun and shaking Arthur's hand saying, "Nice to meet you, my name's Jack."

"Nice to meet you Jack," said Arthur shaking his hand, "I'm looking for a way out of this city, care to join me?"

"As long as you got food I'll follow you anywhere," said the young man wistfully,

"Say no more," exclaimed Arthur as he reached into his backpack and pulled out a large bag of chips,

The young man grabbed the bag and ripped it open and began cramming fistfuls into his mouth until the bag was empty, "Thanks, a whole lot. I haven't eaten in two days!"

Arthur noticing that Jack also had a backpack suggested, "We'll need something to drink, grab all the sodas out of that fridge over there and put them in your backpack."

Jack nodded and went over to the fridge and began loading up his backpack with drinks. Arthur said to Jack, "Once you're done meet me outside, it's not safe to stay in one place for too long."

Arthur headed out the door and stood on the street corner until Jack came out of the corner store with the backpack bulging, "Lets go," he said

"Alright, seeing as it's late in the afternoon, we should try to find a safe place to spend the night."

Jack nodded and they walked down the street. They walked until they came to a street full of houses, they looked around for a good safe one to spend the night in, they finally found a house pre-barricaded. As Arthur and Jack walked up the front steps two infected came running out of the yard, "You take left and I'll take the right!" Jack shouted to Arthur.

Arthur just nodded as he took the Mossberg off his shoulder and blasted the legs of his zombie, than he swung the butt of the gun into the zombie's skull until the head exploded and showered Arthur in blood and brains. Arthur turned just in time to see Jack grab the infected's arm and flip him over onto the ground, than pulling out his Beretta M9 he shoved the pistol into the zombie's mouth and fired, the back of the zombie's head exploded and the zombie stopped writhing. A window of the house opened and an older man, probably in his late sixtes stuck his head out and shouted at them, "Good work boys, just gimme a sec well I lower down the ladder!"

They climbed up the ladder and climbed into the house, the man, dressed in Vietnam era fatigues, with an M-16 sling over one shoulder and an SPAS 12 over the other, greeted them warmly and guided Arthur and Jack through the upstairs and down into the kitchen. As they introduced themselves a women wearing a white apron, also in her sixtes walked in and said to the man in camo, "Will who are these strange men?!"

Will replied, "These are two men who just dispatched a few zombies hanging around our house,"

Will's wife rolled her eyes and said, "Fine I'll set the table for two more guests,"

"Thank you sweetheart," said Will. Than motioning to Jack and Arthur he said, "I'd like to show you boys my armory."

[The Coca Cola Kindom Sponsered by UBS]

He had seen a few military officers walking round the boat but paid scant attention, he didn't know what he was doing here, Kira... It had seemed important to get her here, but him. What did he need with living, was just a question of when and where now....


On the 14th day they sighted Land ahead and within a few hours the sea around them was full of ships and boats from every nation, Hawaii it seemed had become an Ark. An announcement came over the ships crew tannoy...

"We are currently awaiting clearance to disembark, all passengers please assemble on deck for full body screening and medical checks. For any passenger refusing these checks we are authorized to use deadly force. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii"

He had been given some children's clothes by a family on the 3rd day, they were far too big for Kira but they were good enough for now. Since they had boarded the boat the girl had barely left his side. He had initially planned to find a family and ask them to look after her but when he had tried she had simple run after him. He had found her cuddled up in the back of the car once wrapped in an old poncho he had worn for the film. He couldn't look after a child.

Hilo was hot, hot and humid. Not the kind of weather that does old bones and old lungs much good. The was a huge military presence... Helicopters, planes, coast guard, warships and destroyers were infesting the bay.

He approached one of the officers standing at the rail.

"Why is that ship just being left to burn there soldier" he said, pointing to a tanker across the bay that was fully ablaze for prow to stern and listing heavily...
Cpt: "Infection..." He looked like he was gonna leave it there and then seemed to recognize who he was talking to...
"any trace on board and the entire ship in quarantined, attacked and sunk", " We cant risk even one of these things reaching the land"

"How many people on that ship?"
Cpt"5-maybe 6 hundred, we don't have a choice"

"So who is in command here? U.S government? United Nations? NATO? Who..."
Cpt:"I have no idea, Im just following the orders i was given by my Commanding officer, Colonel Hurtz",

"What are those things? you know where this started or came from"
Cpt" I have no idea, all i know is that its not airborne, it is global, and everyone is a potential infected. That means there are between 5-6 billion of them in the space of 3-4 weeks. They don't seem to reproduce, communicate with each other or have any desire other than eating and violence."


It took 7 hours to screen all the passengers and once they were screened everything on board was searched for any trace of a stowaway... One young boy who was scratched back in S.F and had since become ill was executed in front of his parents, he must have been no older than 9. His mother tried to push through the guards and was also shot. Afterwards the bodies were taken to the back of the boat and burned. It was 2 days until the ship was cleared to disembark it passengers through quarantine and yet another round of medical screenings.

[Land of the Risen]

"Why thank you my good sir. And a pertnership, huh? Sounds great to me!" Dan didnt hesitate a moment when the man offered to be an friend. It was the zombie apocolypse. The more people you had a truce with, the better.