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(p.s) im posting the story one chapter at a time so dont worry if you wanna read more just stay tuned in and wait for me to write more x3



There has been a terrible incident amongst the main cities of every country on earth. It was forseen this would happen, many people fled and many people stocked up, but the unlucky few fell. It seems there is an apoclypse among us, brought about our own desires for power. Scientists working on bio-warfare accidently created a virus. It took hold of the scientists working on it. It soon spread, many people now are one of "them". This infection cuases many things to happen. First it takes hold of the mind, leaving behind only certain amounts of intelligence, and no memory. Second, it makes the infected imperious to pain. They cannot be killed without taking out there heads. Lastly, in some cases the infection can give inhuman abilities, speed, strength, and many others. For now there are few survivors, most in hiding, some fighting for there lives. Our story begins just outside of Oklahoma's capital on a farm surrounded by forest.



there heeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee :] and just so happen to be hungry

Waking at 7am to check the surroundings, Marc goes out to his beloved tractor. Sitting upon it's comfy leather seat for about five minutes before looking around to see if anyone else was stirring. He sees he is alone at this hour and walks off down the lane to stare into the emtpy fields and the thick plume of smoke rising from the city miles off on the horizon. The sun is glistening down and the fields are glowing in a creepy orange haze as the sun reflects off of the soggy ground. Out on one of his fields he spots a figure, distant and slow. With unease he pulls out one of the rounds from his front pocket and carefully loads his Python.

Just as loads up he sees four more figures behind the first.

"Grah!" ,he hears from the figure in the front,"Stay back!"

Marc quickly realizes the figure infront is being chased by the ones in the back. He begins racing towards them, then sees the glimmer of metal. The pursuers growl as the one in front is prepared for an attack with a sword pulled out.

Marc thinks to himself, What's this guy thinking? Is he for real?

But just as this crosses his mind he sees a flurry of slashes from the figure and two of the attackers fall. Just after this though the one with the sword begins running again. Witnessing Tae's plight, Marc quickly aims his python.

"Duck!" ,he yells as he fires.

The boy being chased quickly ducks just in time and the shot blows through the head of one of his chasers. Just as this one falls the other one comes from behind and lunges at it's prey now ducking. Quickly reacting Marc fires again and hits it in the shoulder sending it flying back in mid air. The boy ducking quickly stood up and shot it again through the head.

"Phew," he said gasping for breath,"thanks for the help!"

"No problem", said Marc,"If your looking for shelter , my farm just over there that stays pretty safe from these monsters."

"Thanks, i've been running for quite some time", answered the boy as he limped after Marc to the house.

"Looks like you've got a pretty bad leg there," Marc said noticing how the boy was limping into the barn," need any help... er... what's your name kid?"

"Nah, i'll be fine, my leg just doesn't like me running long", the boy said sitting down in the nearest chair," and the name's Tae."

"Nice to meet 'cha, I'm Marc", he said noticing Tae has some rabbits tied to his belt," i see you've been hunting mind sharing?"

"Haha, of course not, you kinda just saved my life anyways", Tae said with a half smile.

"Well i'd rather not but anythings better than the bugs and plants i've been living off of.", Marc answered as he realized how cruel life can be.

"Well i'd rather not either but gotta do watcha gotta do to survive," Tae said ," unless of course you wanna join those 'thing' out there and cannibalising your own kind into extinction."

"Well i have plenty of skinny and butchering tools do what you want", Marc exclaimed pointing to the knives organized on his wall.

"Well hope you feel like rabbit stew tonight", Tae replied," I've been living off the stuff for a while."

well as i said i had to fill out the chapter sweatdrop some things will have to be different from the rp, plus there is that fact in the rp (such as when someones not around) they may miss out, like i missed out on you asking me about the evac and never answered to it cuz we had already moved on sweatdrop and as for grammar i dont have microsoft word so i cant check my spelling without actualy digging through a dictionary lol plus there is the fact that this is the first story i've written im lucky im doing this good >.<

Where is Your God Now?

"Well im no chef but it's pretty good,"said Tae handing Marc a bowl of stew," eat while it's still hot."

"I always eat food hot", said Marc sarcasticly and taking a big waft of the sent,"though it's been a while since i've had real meat."

Laughing they both take big mouth fulls of the stew and nearly choke trying to swallow.

"Think we'll find anymore survivors?", Tae said looking into his empty bowl

"Well everybody can't all be dead now right?", replied Marc in a low voice.

"Well, you're the first person I've seen in weeks.", Tae said averting his gaze from his bowl to the window

"So I take it you haven't heard anything about an evac team?", said Marc with a slight frown.

"Nothing.", said Tae,"I didn't even know there were evac teams."

A few minutes pass and Tae heads off for a random room to rest. The radio crackles to life as Marc checks to see if any stations are working. In a cruel irony the first station on was playing 'I Walked With a Zombie' by Wednesday 13. He flicks through different stations hoping for a news report. Nearly all the stations are merely static.

After flicking through he finds a station with growling and what appears to be someone whispering. The growling becomes louder and and the whimpering becomes a low whisper which Marc registers as a soft sort of prayer, and just as he hears the voice scream out in terror he throws the radio. It breaks against the wall with a loud crack.
"What's going on out here?!", Marc hears Tae say as he comes running out of his room, sword in hand.

Tae notices the broken radio on the ground. He looks up at Marc in confusion.

"Nothing...Nothing...get some rest", said Marc in reasurance

Tae simply sheaths his sword and walks back to his room. Marc looks down at the broken radio and thinks about the mans last words before he was killed.

Angrily he says to himself,"Where is your God now?".