Thread: World of the Living Dead (loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth No one knew how it happened, or where it all started. That dreadful day when the dead rose to attack those who were alive. And perhaps, no one ever would. There had been no warning when the outbreak which brought the dead back to life hit. It started out like any other day with people going to work, or to school. They had no idea that this day would be for many their last day on Earth. As the living that is. The outbreak which created what would be called Walkers had no clear starting point. It was everywhere. The recently deceased suddenly came to life and began attacking the living. Feeding on their warm flesh and creating more walkers.Those who weren't ripped apart by the attacking zombies, were themselves turned into blood thirsty ghouls. A person could bleed out in just minutes and become a walker. There were some who survived with just a bite wound. But in time they would die from the infection and become a zombie. There was no antibiotic that could stop this infection. Most people died within hours of being bitten. The stronger ones held on for days, but they to would die in the end and return to stalk the Earth. Doctor's were powerless to help those in dire need. Hospitals all over the nation became swamped with the injured who soon turned into monsters. It didn't take long for society as we know it to breakdown. With in days everything was pure chaos. People began looking out for themselves when it was clear that the Government wasn't coming to save them. Hell, no one was even sure the Government was still around. Nothing had been heard from Washington D.C. since the emergency broadcast system was activated. Sure there were local rescue stations which had been set up. But those places were over taken by the advancing hordes of walkers. Those rescue stations became death traps for those seeking help. For those who were still alive, they had to now fight to survive. Gone were the days of computers, favorite television shows and mindless texting. Now all that people thought about was how to live from day to day and stay alive. Gathering food water while keep away from the walkers. The walkers were easily beaten one on one. A shot to their heads, or a sharp blow would put them down for good. The one thing that those who survived learned was that walkers could only be killed by destroying the brain. Any body shots would only slow them down. But this was a waste of ammo and wasn't wise because walkers often attacked in groups. One on one battles with the living dead didn't take place in most cases. The walkers always seemed to form groups of different sizes. In the large cities like New York, walkers could be found in the 10's or even hundreds thousands. But they soon began moving out from large cities once their food was gone. The outlying areas could be just as bad as the cities. Even the open road held dangers from the walking dead. As bad as things were with the walkers. It only became worse when humans turned on each other. The madness which followed the dead coming back to life brought out everything bad in some people. In the days weeks after the outbreak, people began killing their fellow man. Life had become kill or be killed for most. It wasn't always easy telling friend from foe. Still surviving on your own in a world where the dead walked around wasn't easy, safe or smart. The old saying that there is safety in numbers held a lot of weight in this world. All you had to do was find people who weren't out too kill you for what you had. The world which Hawk Whitefeather knew, quickly went down the drain when the dead began to walk. It was like the gates of hell had opened up and let loose a plague on the world of the living. Hawk had been living in New York City when the outbreak happened. He was studying to become a doctor, but the full blooded Cherokee Indian was a hot head. Hawk spent a few months behind bars after beating a man who didn't like the fact that he was dancing with a white woman. The man didn't die, but Hawk gave him a quick trip to the hospital. When the police came, Hawk slugged one of the cops. The judge tossed Hawk into the county jail where he sat for a while. The same day that Hawk was released, the dead began to walk. Hawk had hopes of returning to school and continue with his studies. All that changed when life became a fight to survive. New York City fell into Chaos quickly as did the rest of the nation. The military which was sent into help was over run. The police officers began looking out for themselves. Matters grew even worse when the Air Force started fire bombing the city with napalm. It was bad enough fighting off the walkers. But it became even harder to survive when bombs were dropping all over the place. Hawk met up with his friend Brody Jennings from medical school. The two found an abandoned cab and fled the city. Hawk Whitefeather, 29 was born and grew up on the Cherokee reservation south east of Tulsa, Oklahoma. He was the second oldest of six children with his sister Heather being the youngest at 22. Hawk was a handsome man. Standing 6 feet even and weighting 180 lbs of pure lean muscle. His jet black hair was long and often pulled back into a ponytail. In some cases, Hawk would wear a bandana tied around his head. Hawk was very athletic. His body looked like it had been sculpted by a fine artist. Hawk learned how to hunt, fish, trap and stalk while still a young boy. He learned how to shoot guns, bows and handle a knife. His Grandfather also taught Hawk how to use a tomahawk. After becoming an adult, Hawk decided that he wanted to help his people. Hawk saved money where he could. Received money from his family and after taking out a few loans, he finally went to medical school. It was there that Hawk ended up meeting the 25 year old Brody Jennings. The two became fast friends and end up sharing an apartment. After a quick stop at their apartment, the friends hit the road. They left the hell that had become New York City behind. However life on the open road wasn't easy and the road wasn't always open. It became a struggle just to a safe place to sleep. Food water wasn't overly hard to find. They raided houses which were abandoned on their trip. Sometimes they entered small towns looking for food, water guns. Days turned into weeks which became months. Hawk Brody had long since traded in their yellow cab for a pair of motorcycles. It was easier getting around now on a pair of Harley's. Two months had passed since the outbreak started. Hawk Brody pulled into the small town of Madison, West Virginia. The town was about 30 miles south west of Charleston. Hawk Brody were looking for supplies. They were running low and in need of water. Hawk Brody had spent a week living in a camp of survivors back in Pennsylvania. The camp was over run a few days ago by walkers. The people in this camp had little to protect themselves, but Hawk Brody fought with everything they had. The brave stand didn't last long and soon they found themselves out numbered. They fled the camp and headed south ending up in Madison. Hawk stepped from his bike slowly looking around. He was wearing blue jeans with biker boots a black leather vest which was open in the front. Hawk wasn't wearing any shirt which showed his ripped upper body. Sticking out from his right boot was a long knife called an Arkansas toothpick. It was a straight blade 12 inches long balanced weighted for throwing. It was also an effective weapon for thrusting and slashing. On his right hip Hawk was wearing a Glock 22 in a holster. Tucked into his belt behind his back he was carrying a tomahawk. On his back, Hawk was carrying an 18 inch long machete in a sheath. On his motorcycle, Hawk carried a pump 12 gauge shotgun and a sawed off double barrel. The pump was in a large leather holster like you would find on a horse. The double barrel was placed just under the handle bars were it could be reached easily. The town was deserted. No signs of life could be seen. There were cars parked along the main street. Dirt dust had settled on everything that hadn't moved in months. Hawk grabbed a long hose from Brody's bike. They needed some gas and it was Hawk's turn to siphon whatever he could from the tanks of the abandoned cars. Hawk pushed his bike up beside one car, then after opening the cap and dropping in the hose. He started to siphon on the remaining gas. Brody was going to look around for some water. He was carrying an AR-15 which he pulled from his bike. Hey!.......Watch your ass!.......Don't go picking up another woman who's been bitten! Hawk told Brody who turned shaking his head. A few weeks back Brody picked up a chick. He liked this girl and had sex with her. The only trouble was she didn't tell Brody that she had been bitten by a walker. She died while sleeping with Brody after they had sex. Brody was waken by this woman trying to bite him. Hawk came to his friends rescue by smashing her head with his tomahawk. Since then Hawk always reminded his friend about strange women. Brody just waved Hawk off then disappeared into a nearby building. Hawk filled his tank with gas. He then pushed it away and brought up Brody's bike. It wasn't long before both tanks were filled and Brody came wondering out with a plastic white shopping bag. He had bottles of water and some candy bars inside. Brody tossed Hawk a Snickers bar which he just looked at. Man!......You know I like Pay Days. Hawk said jokingly which made Brody shoot back that's all they had. Brody passed close to a car which seemed abandoned. As he did a walker reached out and grabbed him from behind. The female walker bit Brody in his neck causing blood to shootout from the wound. Brody screamed which brought Hawk running. The female walker took a huge chunk out of Brody's neck. He dropped to the ground blood pouring from the fresh wound. Hawk crushed the female walker's skull with his tomahawk. He then knelt down near his fallen friend. Brody was shaking while holding the wound. Blood still gushing from between his fingers. Hawk knew that there was little he could do for Brody. P......Pl.....Please!.......Just......sho........Shot me! Brody pleaded as Hawk hung his head. Hawk thanked Brody for being a great friend. He slowly stood pulling his glock from his hip. Hawk pointed the weapon at Brody and squeezed off one round striking Brody in the forehead killing him. Life had just become more dangerous for Hawk. He had just killed the only person who was watching his back. A part of Hawk also died right there. Hawk stood silent over his now dead friend.