Thread: The needs of the horde(ChaosInk x Rosina)

Fifteen weeks. That was how long it took for society to fall when the unimaginable happened the dead rising from their graves with a hunger for living flesh. At least, that's what it seemed like. A virus swept the globe, ravaging country after country. It started in the east and not even the advanced medicines of the west could stop it. Sure, they slowed it down a bit, but the inevitable is not to be stopped. As the virus spread experts desperately began researching a cure, or at least a way to stop it, to save the people who had yet to be infected. Some countries tried humane methods, researching vaccines and preventative medicines while others opted for survival by any means necessary, including the rounding up, internment and in extreme cases, execution of the infected. It counted for very little in the end, when the dead started to rise. Of course the governments did their best to cover it up, but soon it was all over the news. Zombie were real. That was all anybody could think about and in all the chaos that ensued, there was one crucial fact that nobody noticed. Of all the supposed dead that arose, all of them were infected and killed by the virus. When the religions of the world claimed that the apocalypse had arrived, or that the devil now walked on the Earth, no one picked up on the fact that it was only the infect that came back. When a man crawled out of his grave, or a woman was resurrected after a fatal shot to the heart, nobody stopped to work out why. The world panicked. After thirteen weeks of the virus spreading, it only took the 'zombies' two weeks to bring civilization to it's knees. Global communications was the first to go, as nations began to look inwards at how to clear the zombies out and then fortify their borders. Alas, it didn't help much. The next to go was national communications as governments and official organisations began to be eradicated. And after that there was silence as the ragged remnants of society struggled to survive in small groups. Meanwhile the zombie' needs slowly began to change. Up until now they only needed food, but with humans now being an endangered species the zombies began to crave something else. To reproduce. After all, eating wasn't the only base desire and so now the zombies shuffled all over the world, constantly alert for a chance to breed and further their kind. Our story begins at a small high school, far enough from the closest city that it wasn't swarmed with zombies, but close enough that anyone would be able to see the columns of smoke pouring into the sky, darkening the horizon. The high school had been set up as an aid station at some point, so scattered around were various signs promising help and supplies, but now there seemed to be no sign of supplies. Outside the gates of the school is Scarlett, a young, sixteen year old survivor of both the virus and the zombies. Before her the school is sprawled out and looks relatively safe. Only the occasional zombie passed by the window and if someone were to be careful they could easily clear it out, using the narrow corridors to face them one on one, although what supplies the school might contain is uncertain. Not too far from the main building is a larger one the gym. It appears to have been the centre of the aid station and would, in theory, contain many supplies. However the doors are shut and a metal pipe has been slid though the handles along with unsecured chain to give it strength. It stands to reason that it contains zombies, possibly a large amount. Meanwhile, surrounding the school are houses, normal detached houses with green lawns and white picket fences. Although many of the lawns are now strewn with discarded belongings. The houses look fairly ransacked and there is no indication of what threat they might contain, or what little supplies remain. And finally behind Scarlett is one of the many roads that lead into the city, which is no doubt full of good supplies and hundreds of zombies.