Jhon sat in the hole he had dug the night before. He was listing the reasons not to go into town, when an explosion rattled the night. It had come from the old burnt-out gas station, it had been months sense he had heard noise from town. It whould be an hour before the sun comes up he though. ”Cody be their soon sun up come be hear... Food be....Miss them we do Cody..¨ Jhon pulls him self out of his hole and heads down the creak path to an abandoned construction sight. ¨ Careful now Cody thay like cold dirt.¨ His shadowy figure scuries  throw the tipped over tractors and burnt-out ot trucks, to the edge of the empty lot behind the old gas station.
   Their where fires just on the far side of the burnt-out building, Jhon sat at the edge of the empty lot scaning the area for movement. The sun was just starting to rise when Jhon say it movement. ¨ Stay Cody whate soon go..¨
   Several hours pass as Jhon watches the figure that seems to stair at the same spot, Jhon moveies closer to the odd figure and notices its a tall man hunced over. Jhon watches for a while longer, then he approachies ¨ Hay man i..¨

  Jason sat in the far corner of the upstairs media room. He opened his eyes and blinked. He figured that it was almost time to leave this shithole. He was just sitting in his dorm room when his roommate stumbled in. He let out a low moan and lurched for Jason. He was most likely high and drunk as usual. Jason shrugged and went back to reading his book. When hiss roommate finally reached him he grabbed Jason by his arm and lowered his head with a snarl.
   Jason delived a well powered punch to his roommates shoulder causing him to stumble away. "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? Im trying to read man." His roommate ignored him and began his advancment on Jason again. Jason put his book down and stood up. He was pissed now, his roommate would always come back from some party and distrupt his study time.
     This was the finall staw. "Dude I am fucking sick of you okay? Take another step and I'm going to lay your ass out. Got it?" But he ignored Jasons warning and took another step. Jason pulled his arm back and let loose a right hook that would knock any one off there feet. His roommate fell backwards and growled. He slowly got to his feet and snarled at Jason. "Okay what the fuck is wrong with you?" Jason delivered a brain rattling jab and shattered his roommates nose. "Back the fuck off!" He looked at his roommate and glanced at his right shoulder.
       There was a huge bloody bite mark and cuts all over. "Are you okay man?" Jason asked as he took a cautious step back. His roommate lunged for Jason's neck but met the bottom of Jasons boot. His roommate stumbled backwards and smacked against the window. The glass shattered on impact and Jasons roommate fell backwards plummeting to the ground from the fith story. Jason ran to the window and glanced out. He spotted his roommate sprawled on the ground surrounded by shattered glass and blood.
    "OH FUCK! Hes dead and I killed him!" Just then Jasons roommate stirred. "Oh thank god! Hey man you okay?" Jason called out as his roommate got on all fours. Then he slowly stood and began lumbering towards a curious young lady who had seen the whole ordeal. He wrapped his arms around her and took a bite out of her neck. She let out a horrid scream and began to attempt to beat him off. But he alread had her in a death lock. That was a while ago though. Now he found himself sitting in a really expesive looking home full of really expesive looking things. He found the family munching on the package boy on the porch.
      He used four shots to clear up the mess. Now he was left with two bullets left in his 9mm which he managed to snag of a dead cop... well sorta dead... Now he was sitting in the media room with an old CQB radio trying to contact someone. Just then as he switch to another channel he heard a very distressed sounding man broadcasting his postion. He switched on the transmitter and began speaking in a calm voice. "Listen man, if you are still there please respond. I repeat please respond."

"Its a survivor, im gonna cut this door down open up", nobody responded and i could hear more zombies closing in, so I tore into the door like i was in 'The Shining'. Dude was shaken, he didn't know what to do. "Hey man, can you handle yourself? Get your ass downstairs and get some real weapons and leave the boombox to distract the zombies, put in a cd and press repeat"

OCC: I got an idea, to get Stachii in here we can find him along the way to the radio station. We'll be driving and find him like Beer said in a bus or on the street. How does that sound?

(OOC: I like buildings better. )

How the hell did this happen? How the hell should I know?

Today started off as a normal day. A normal breakfast, a normal shower, a normal bus ride to work, and a normal lay off from that job. Everything was as it should and usually was. That job at the radio station as janitor blew anyways. So I had the rest of the day to spare, and it wasn't even lunch yet.

I decided to spend it kicking back on top of the abandoned apartment complex just across the street from my latest failure at work. Found myself a lawn chair, and a soda from the vending machine at the radio station, playing some tunes on an old boom box, and watched the clouds go by. That is, until the music stopped.

At first, I thought it was just a technical difficulty. But Mick's, the radio "DJ", voice sounded distressed and on the verge of insanity. Crying something about cannibal corpses eating Dan. Too convincing and too early in the year to be his Halloween gag. I lifted my sunglasses and peaked over the roof to look at the station, dropping my soda upon seeing it.

Windows were busted in, and a mob of people surrounding the area. Too many to count, but not so much to say I was the only one left in town. Most of them were soaked in blood. Was this a riot? Good thing I got fired when I did. Wait, no. Even a angry mob knew to stop when the majority of their mass were missing...limbs? Flesh? I nearly gagged when I realized those were people's guts in the storm drain

Before I had the chance to do anything, something started banging on the door to the roof I was on. I panicked barricaded the door with whatever I could find. Which was: A lawn chair, a boom box, and myself. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening." I kept telling myself. And I kept there, even as all hell was breaking loose, trying to get to my little piece of heaven known as the roof, and all I could do was wait. Wait for hell to take me, or for some sort of salvation.

Either would do to get out of this.

(OOC: Well, there's my first post. If anything really needs to be changed for the sake of continuity, just say so.)

Where was the government when you needed them?