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Intro

The Colt .45 1911 Barked and the last one fell. They used to be his friends, all 7 of them. But ,now, they were dead, reanimated, and dead again. He reloaded numbly as a single tear ran down his cheek. He had to move, get away from this place. Not just because of his friends but because of the noise the fight had made, more Zees could be right around the corner......

His nightmare has just started.......

Chapter One
10:57 P.M

He stumbled through the darkness and heard them shuffling around behind him. He knew he wouldn't last long if he stayed out side. He wasn't thinking straight, grief and despair tried to pull him down like so many before them. He had to find some where to stay. His training kicked in and he was aware of everything around him: Zees all around, he was running through an ally, homes all around him, screams and shots in the night. There! A small store. The door was unlocked as he tired the handle. The lock clicked smoothly as he slid it in place. As he searched the place for people, or Zees, he realized this was the smartest thing he had done all night, aside from putting, what used to be his friends, down for good. The store appeared to be some sort of pawn shop, but, more importantly, it was secure. He went to the front entrance, along with the back door and locked them. He sat behind the counter and saw the guns had been stolen, but was asleep before he could care.

7:45 A.M


His name was William Torno, but his friends, his squad, knew him by Maggot, due to his obsession with the Nu-Metal band Slipknot. They were all dead, so now no one knew his nickname, or his real name for that matter. His family was dead. his friends were dead, pretty much every one he knew is dead, but he was still alive. Thats all that mattered.

He awoke suddenly, some pounding from one of the doors. He checked his gun, and was surprised to find that the slide was locked back, the clip empty. He took one from he belt, dropped the old one and slid the new one home. The pounding on the door increased as Torno slid the slide forward with a clack. He stood and moved silently to the door. A small sing on the door protested "Private".

"Not that that matters any more." Torno thought out loud. He readied his gun and set his hand on the door knob. He jerked it open and put the Colt right between the ghoul's eyes.

"Sorry mate, but if you were still alive you'd thank me." Torno said as he smiled, then pulled the trigger, sending brains and parts of skull splattering over the stairs behind the ghoul. Torno waited for the corpse to fall, stepped over it, closed the door, and started up the stairs. It was a home of some sorts, most likely the corpse at the bottom of the stairs was the owner and had his quarters on the upper floor. He arrived the top in seconds, and noticed the foul smell. His immediate search started at a bathroom, where bloody towels lined the floor. He then continued to the next room, apparently the bed room. A mostly empty bottle of vodka rested on the bed stand, cap off, shot glass next to it. A framed picture had fallen to the floor, Torno reached down and picked it up. He turned it around and seen that it was a picture of the owner, and his wife. Torno sighed, then dropped the picture and continued to the kitchen area. The corpse was laying in front of the fridge, the wife. She had a knife protruding from her skull, a small bite mark on her lower leg, and a hunk of flesh in her mouth. A quick check confirmed Torno's guess, it was from the man in the hall. With nothing of interest found in any of the rooms, he made his way to a window facing the street, and peered out.