The Time of the great zombie apocalypse ((Anyone is welcome, make your characters and join in))

Location: Fable city, It is a city created for the future. Considered the city of tommorow it has nuclear plants, a 1st class science division. and a forest area along with suburbs. The city is split into 4 areas with the border closed off by a wall. The lakeside, the city centre where all the buildings are, the suburbs where the houses and smaller shops are and then the science park where the bio laboratory and the power plants are. The only way in or out is either through the main entrance or emergency underground exits or the helipad in the city centre.

Story: A new breakthrough in science turned into a disaster as the disease spread thanks to a accident at the science park. One by one people became infected , spreading through fable city at an alarming rate. The army tried to intervene but so far all attempts have failed to quell the infestation. A population formerly standing at 3 million people has been reduced to 50,000 people. The government have kept the outbreak isolated but has also placed a complete media blackout on the city. You are a inhabitant of Fable City. You choose your fate.



Day 1:
[[Suburbs]]
Michael woke up to the sounds. Those awful scratching noises. He hated those. He pulled out his baseball bat. And stood ready. Thank god those things couldnt hear his breath getting heavier by the second. He heard the footsteps pass his house and finally he took a deep breath. Michael had been at home when the outbreak got heavy. He was a student at the local university studying law. Life had been alright in this city, but the horror of this outbreak caused all this shit to happen. The city was in ruins and the survivors scattered. Michael was the only survivor in this neighbourhood. After he saw some soldiers gunning down refugees who were trying to leave. He dared not leave himself. Michael tried his walkie talkie again. He was searching for a signal on the air waves to see who was around.

Day 1
[[Suburbs]]

As most morning it had started off as a horrible one the cold sweat, the moans the groans and now the running wildly for his life once again. Looking back behind him as he ran down through the deserted streets houses on either side he could see cars abandoned in the middle of the street. Deep breathing was all he could hear as his breathing became more difficult with every metre he ran. He had been sprinting as fast as he could manage for the past block and now he was feeling the pain in his body which declared he stop running.

He shook his head and closed his eyes trying to fight through the pain he could feel his speed dropping and turned back to see them. Still chasing after him as quickly as they had always been. What the hell where these things. Did they not have stamina?! Josh opened his eyes and felt his hair parting over his forehead and brushing past the top of his eyes it tickled but he had to ignore it for now and kept on sprinting. As he came towards a car abandoned in the middle of the street he leapt up and tried sliding over the bonnet to stop himself from slowing up.

Reaching the car he slid over the bonnet and as he reached the other side he forgot to put his feet down and found himself landing on his arse. He gritted his teeth and let out a little grunt. He pulled himself back up to his feet and looked back they had caught up with him. As he got back to his feet he tried out running them again as he had been trying to do this whole time. His lungs were aching and his throat was feeling dry. he couldn't run anymore. One of these houses had to be open.

Dashing towards a house he barged into the door with his shoulder and full momentum. As he smacked into it he could hear the barking getting louder and louder as the creatures came closer. The door didn't budge. Josh looked back at the dogs which every time he mentioned no one ever seemed to see them. He was certain they were there but every time he spoke about them he was told he was mad.

He banged into the door again harder, barge after barge till finally the door shot open and he fell in through the door. As he hit the ground he looked out the door way over the threshold and scrambled to get back up and slam the door shut behind him as he saw the dogs run towards the open door.

The barking ceased and Josh shook his head of shaggy hair and lay down on the ground holding his chest. His lungs desperately cried out for air and his heart was beating so hard in his chest. Ever since he'd come to Fable City he had seen these damn dogs. Back in England he'd never seen them and when he'd moved here everyone said he was going mad. Perhaps he was.

Day 1: [[suburbs]]
The noise outside was so loud Michael could hear it. The creatures outside were shuffling towards the noise. Michael nearly let out a laugh. Loud noises like that one was sure to attract the attention of the damn things which were hungering for anything that moved. Michael tip toed upstairs heading for the latch to the attic. From the attic there was a small window, Michael used his binoculars to view out and see what made the noise. Michael saw the guy crouching inside the house as the walkers were heading to his location. Michael flashed his flashlight to try and signal the man who had made the noise.

Seeing a light flashing through the window above the door Josh couldn't tell what it was till the light went out and he could see another person. He was grateful to see another person and as he hadn't seen another person in a while.Hearing the groaning and moaning getting louder he closed his eyes murmuring to himself.

"Oh no not again not again not again. Go away."

As he heard the door getting scratched against he gulped and realised these weren't his own mind's creations scaring him these where the zombie test subjects coming for him. He sighed and took a deep breath as he stood up. Walking into the kitchen to get away from the door he noticed the back door was open and grabbed the handle pulling it shut as quickly as he could manage. Rummaging through the draws he pulled out a large serrated knife and a rolling pin. He wasn't sure which one would aid him more and took both. As he headed for the front door and looked out through the little hole in the door he noticed he wouldn't stand a chance with these things in his hands.

Josh gulped and dropped them at the door then headed up stairs perhaps they would have something up there he could use like golf clubs or something. As he rushed around from room to room he found nothing not a club in sight.

"Bugger."

He did however discovered how the former owners of this house had escaped as he wondered into the parents bed room which was scrapped apart by angry fingers frantically fighting off zombies. Hearing a groan from behind him Josh turned to see a zombie limp from the wardrobe into the bed room. Feeling fear swarm his body Josh took a few slow small steps back towards the open window and picked up a strong wooden coat hangar. He knew it was more likely to break but it was worth a shot.

As he reached the open window Josh looked back at the zombie then at the drop if he fell. He placed the hangar over the rope which was tied to the curtain railing and gripped either side of it. Looking down one last time and back at the zombie he had to kick off and take his chances as one more step and that zombie would be burying his face in some humble Josh.

Michael cursed as he saw the mayhem happening in that house. Looks like it was old Mr Bernstein. The disease hit him too. Michael was pondering what to do. Should he leave him out there? Yes perhaps that was for the best, there was no use worrying himself and try to save some random stranger. Michael thought some more. Perhaps it wasnt right to leave that man to his doom. It wasnt the civil thing to do. If he had been in that guys shoes, he would have been hoping for a miracle too. Michael cursed and headed for the door. He opened it and signalled. one zombie was close by. Michael swinged his bat and took the zombies head clean off its shoulders "AND MICHAEL FUCKING PRITCHARD SHOOTS IT OUT OF THE PARK BITCH!!!!!"

Day 1 [[suburbs]]

John was on his small but trusty wooden tree house. He was fireing some stones into zombies with his slingshot. Some of them started to climb up the tree but John quickly broke their hands with a wack of a cricket bat. '' Il take out every zombie single handedly if I have to!'' John closed the door and sat on a small chair and drank the last of his milk. Then he looked thru the window to see if there are allot of zombies on the street to the grocery store but then he saw Michael killing zombies... ''He could be my ticket to the food!'' John took his pouch of stones , his slingshot and his cricket bat.
John ran twoards Michael and about 20 zombies were allready following him. He ran thru a backyard and closed the doors so that it would buy him some time. ''Hello where are you headed'' Said John while running twoards Michael. The zombies were allready climbing over the fence.

Day 1 [[Suburbs]]

Inside a house that had the crystal windows broken, the outer walls of the house painted white and with the brick-red colored tiled roof stained with a splash of blood from someone that wasnt there anymore was a seventeen years old guy called Theon was hiding in the kitchen. He didnt know if there was anyone in his street, but he couldnt listen to anything.

When the massive outbreak of zombies started because of that damn hell viral experiment his parents had been in a trip to another country,luckily, so they were safe. But him, he had to stay here with his uncle, an uncle that he really hated but could do nothing against. But the zombies came into his house, looking for fresh meat. They found his uncle in the living room and killed him, most of them had left the house to raid other houses but two zombies had gone into the kitchen, where he had been in that moment.

Theon had to grab two of his mothers biggest and most expensive, sharpest knives from the kitchen and cut the zombies' heads off before they could bite him. his dog, his perfect two year old friend, black german shepard, Wari, was with him as well. Good that he had been perfectly educated to follow all of Theon's orders. Theon still had the knives in both his hands.

Theon decided that he had to do something. He got his father's belt that was special to put knives in and placed all the kitchen knives he could find in his waist, along with the two biggest ones in his hand. The biggest ones were about fourty centimeters long each. He had to find help, somehow.

Theon ran out of his house, Wari followed him closely doing hardly any noise as he walked. Theon looked everywhere, there seemed to be no one around, he started walking with his arms in his sides, tightly holding the knives.

Day 1 [[Suburbs]]

Three zombies moaned as they chased the cyclist. His legs getting tired from peddling, the twenty-two year old pizza delivery boy free-wheeled down the hill, gaining distance but losing his bike as he jumped off at the bottom of the hill into a fast stumbling-run. He stumbled over a truck wheel in flames, and past three zombies clawing at a door to some restaurant. He looked up and saw a flash of light. That could either mean zombies were now using primitive technology to entrap survivors or the flash was a signal from a survivor. Dave looked to the side to see two zombies running into a wall repeatedly to some unknown means. that sight let him safely rule out that zombies were getting smart so...
Survivors
He laughed and stumbled to his feet, zombies rampaging closer as he dived over a car in the direction of the flash.

Day 1 (Suburbs, St. James Church)
In the protestant christian church of st. james, a somewhat elderly man, his hair retreating downwards with much baldness on top, wearing a vicars robes was praying at an alter. He then opened his eyes and got back on his feet as he heard a motorcycle rush past, much to his suprise. He walked down the aisle, picking up a rather large and heavy cristian cross made from iron in one hand, and held a magnum revolver in the other. Although a holy man, he was quite certain these unholy cursed men were not to be affected much by holy water, so the best solution was unfortunetly, exscessive violence. The reason he had a firearm was he expected when the end days came, it would be a priests solem duty to protect the good until they were welcomed by god into heaven, and with the bullets being soaked in holy water before hand, would have quite the advantage over demons. He pushed the doors open carefully before quickly open firing with his magnum at a few zombies who dropped dead quite quickly and whacking a few nearby ones with his cross, tumbling backwards from the force of the attack as well as the zombies fragile balance.
"Bless you my children, rest in peace.", the vicar said as he fired at a few more zombies before fleeing.

Day 1 [[Suburbs, St. James Road]]

Dave leaned against a tree, trying desperately to pull in air. The flash had been a false alarm and now he was being chased by three zombies. He still had the handlebar of his broken bicycle in hand but he didn't have time to play golf with the zombie's heads. He had to move. The lean delivery boy started in a half jog, mainly from being tired. He kept on down the road, looking left and right for survivors as the zombies closed in. All he could see were old houses and-
a church.

He grimaced. He hadn't been to church since he'd moved to this hell-hole but it seemed like a good time to start going. He picked up speed, glancing over his shoulder at the crowd of five zombies who had taken up following him. They were closing in and he didn't have much time. He sprinted off for the church.