It's about three or four years in the future. Las Vegas, NV. A reseach team dedicated into trying to cure all forms of cancer successeds (don't yell at me for spelling that wrong... my computer doesn't have spellcheck). However, people begin to die. A larger death toll than in the last ten years put together. Then, after a week or so of this, they come back. Reanimation. Fast forward about five more years. The continents of North America and South America are under strict quarintine. The governments of the UN have set up machines that will kill anyone/anything who comes within five miles of any ocean. Time and time again, the UN and other worldwide organizations have sent in troops to try to find survivors. They come back (at least most of them), but they couldn't find any survivors. Surprisingly, in the very city that created the virus, there are several camps sites that house survivors of the infected. By now, they are all hardened war veterans, or at least the equivalent to one. They know how to use all sorts of weapons. Their goal? Get back to civilazation, and have as many survivors as possible. However, the very machines that save the people of other continents won't let them get away. They cannot leave knowing they'll infect the rest of the world if they destroy even one machine, as the undead will sense ones disappearance. The US air force that was in the country flew away, and so did everyone else with a plane. There arent any left. UN nations scrambled the American's radio waves as they figured out that was how they communicated. The survivors cannot think of a way to escape. Right now, the nation of Ireland, sent their best soldiers to set up a base On the border of Nevada and California to start the destruction of the undead.

Okay, Rules/notes!

1.) You cannot be a zombie, but you can be a soldier or a survivor.

2.) NO GOD MODDING!!!

3.) PLEASE use the best grammer you can

4.) No killing other people without their connsent first

5.) Just write a discription on the forum and go!

6.) Their are three classes of zombies:

Class 1: Usual, not smart, slow, follows the origional "Dawn of the Dead"'s rules. CANNOT communicate with other zombies.
CANNOT open doors or other simple things. Easy to disable when they're alone, but trickier in numbers. 9 in 10 chance you'll run into one of these.

Class 2: 28 day's later rules. Fast, strong, can talk to each other somehow, but we dont' know how. Can open doors, but cannot use technology. Strong alone, REALLY strong in numbers. 999 in 10000 chance you'lll run into one of these.

Class 3: Run into ONE of these, and you're F***'d up. 1 in every 10000 zombies is one of these. They can think for themselves, and dictate other zombies. You'll never find two of these guys together as they would kill each other, but that's not nesisarily a bad thing. Image these guys as a boss in a zombie game, except most arent like mutated. Can operate anything except guns.

Class X: The scientists that created the origional strain came up with a similar strain, which mutated 5 zombies into something catastrophic. This happened 3 years after the quarintine, so who knows how many are left, or if they infected other zombies with the strain. All that's know about it is that one killed a special ops group near the middle of the crisis. You would think that they killed the scientists, but they only killed 2 of the 5. The other 3 ran away, and the Class X didn't bother to go after them.

7.) It IS the future, but the not so distant future, so be fairly creative with the weaponry, but don't go far out there.

8.) to discribe an infected region, survivors gave it a number from 1 to 10, 10 being the worst.

9.) This is the character sheet:

Name:
Age:
Occupation:
Description:
Appearance:
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10.) err... have fun?

Name: Felix Arcsaw
Age: 27
Occupation: Sniper
Description: A "major" in the Survivor Corps (S.C.) who leads most of the other snipers. He had a friend before the infection, and is one of the few people that survived a mass encounter of a class 2. Friendly to kids, but takes no BS from adults. Usually doesn't say much, but before the infection he almost got a master in Criminal studies. Went through basic training, which is a lot more than most people in the infection had. Has a golden retriever he found when he was in Manhatten named Piper.
Appearance: Blonde, usually wears army gear, sniper slung on back, Eyepatch over his eye that got scratched by a zombie.
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Name: Vyan Abel
Age: 20
Occupation: "Scientific experiments"
Description: Used to be a surgeon in the 97th brigade in Fort Jackson Louisiana. She is mostly quite while working on her "Experiments" Which is dissecting infected and inspecting the difference in there gene's and DnA from non-infected. She has a tattoo on her back, which takes up her whole back. Tattoo
Appearance: Silver hair died by home made hair dye. Wears either her old uniform, or her scrubs, but enjoys wearing plain colored shirts, short/skirts and stockings with her lab coats. Or a skirt and a tank top. Keeps a hand gun strapped to her thigh.
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(Thank you for joining Ember!)

I walked down the hall of the hotel 'Mandalay Bay', or at least what was left of it. I used to love this hotel, and stayed at it whenever I came to Vegas. I sighed softly, missing the old days. All of a sudden, I heard a rustle to my left. It was coming from room 217. I quickly said the standard code for possible survivor into my headgear. "Code Red Cross, Mandalay Bay, Second Floor, room 217." I soon heard the reply. "Proceed in. Check with us in fifteen. If you don't, we'll assume you dead."

I knocked on the door, and said, "Hello! Anyone in there?" but heard no reply. I heard another shuffle, and an arm burst through the door, reaching for me. "Holy shit...." I said into my earpiece. "No human! Appears to be a Class 2!" I heard the reply, which was to kill it if possible, if not to abandon post. I shot into the door, and when I heard a groan, I assumed it got hit. I opened up the door slowly, peeked in, and saw it on the floor. I shot it three more times in the face. "Class 2 dead. Returning home." I said to the private who was on the other line. "Okay soldier. Come on back." and I started walking.

The Base we were in was called Silver Cinema, because part of it was attached to a movie thetar, and that is what most of us survivors did every now and then. Money was still worth something, so merchants who ransacked stores when it was pure Chaos sold all sorts of stuff to us. I silently walked up to my tower, where I was supposed to be to attack anything that came within range of the base after 10pm.

(No Problem)

Humming to myself I walked out of the experiment room, still wearing blood soaked gloves. I stepped into the sanitation room and tossed the gloves into the burner then stripped out of my scrubs and tossed those in too. I almost screamed out as the icy cold blast of infection killed spray hit my bare skin. Dripping I jumped out and grabbed one of the cheap towels and dried myself, then stepped out into the facility's dressing room (where most of the nurses were getting ready for work). I quickly walked over to my locker and pulled out some clothes.

I changed into a pair of shorts, and a tank top, then leaned down and laced my converses then stretched. I missed P.T this morning due to some class 3's we had happened to get this morning which had been brought right down to my "Shop" where I cut them up and inspected there DnA. I decided I should find "Major" Arcsaw and tell him what I saw. I grabbed my pack of cheap cigarettes and walked up to the tower.

I gave two finger salutes to everyone as I climbed past there stations then came to Arcsaw's tower. "Arcsaw. I just got finished Dissecting a Class 3. I've got some new information." I said lighting one of my smokes and offering him my pack. I didn't know if he smoked as I didn't spend much time with him, but Most men on post did so I just thought I'd be nice and offer some.

I smiled to Abel, the scientist who I occasionally ran into. "No thanks, I don't smoke. What information did you get?" I asked, turning down the cigerettes. I heard over my earpiece while I was on the first floor of the Mandalay about the Class 3's this morning. A bunch of people died, but a private and one of my best friends, Lucious, survived, and brought back the undead's bodies. I guess Abel happened to be the one to experiment about it. Lately, a lot of breakthroughs have been coming in the scientific field. However, the losses of soldiers have also increased.

"Well one of the class 3's had been Sergeant Hanzel of unit 13 who went missing after a mission into what used to be Circus Circus. But what hit me as odd, Hanzel's brain development was so extreme that it matched if not exceeded our own. More then we thought. He had complete control of all motor skills, and speak was still available. It was as if the infected that hit him didn't completely damage the nerves that control the brains. And his DnA had more strands then a normal humans. Both of them did. Oh, and the female, she was....Pregnant...at least a few months. And the child was growing." I said taking a long drag then blowing it out of the nose.

That surprised me. "Pregnaunt? How can a zombie be pregnaunt? Does this mean, that the zombies are reproducing? Shit, have they been doing this for THREE YEARS? That's why we haven't been able to see any segnificant decline in the undead.... So we found Hanzel? I didn't think that there were supposed to be any Class 3's on Circus Circus... That's why no one came back... Thank you Abel. I'll report this to my suppieriors... Any other reports?" I asked her. It was odd. I knew Hans a little, and he liked everyone... It just seems weird that someone like him killed seventeen of his friends.

"Yes. Did Hansel get any stitches before he went out? Because when I undressed him for dissection, He had stitches across what appeared to be either bite marks or a cut across his chest. They seemed fresh, so I was wondering, how long ago did he go missing?" I asked taking another drag then flicking the but out the window of the tower, I fought the urge to walk over and see if it hit anyone, but I wanted to at least seem professional.

I cracked a smile as the butt of her cigerette went over the edge. A few seconds later I heard the lutinete (yeah, I butchered that word...) who was yelling at a private say, "OW!", but then I became serious again. "That is pretty strange... Circus Circus was about three months ago... I don't remember Hans- sorry, Hanzel having a cut or bitemarks on his chest... however, that last month before he was on the mission, he was acting very strange. He killed his cat, he bought five pistols, he even tried leaving grounds at 12 once... This is all very confusing..."

"Hmm....That does sound odd...Hmm..Need help on watch tonight?" I asked realizing it was already dusk. I always hated night time, that was when they started coming out. It wasn't considered a normal night if we didn't spot three or four of them...They always seemed to be growing larger and coming closer and closer to the base. I sighed and Lighted another Cigarette. "If I survive to the new year, I'm going to quit smoking." I said with a twinkle of a laugh.

I laughed along with her. She was good company. "Yeah, sure stay out with me. However, if any come near, I want you to stand back, as the recoil from the gun is pretty big. You could get hit by the gun... That hurts." I sat down in my chair, turning on the light that basically covered this part of the base. I set down my gun, as there was no point in carrying it because the machines are motion dection and they would tell if anything came within a mile of the base. "So, hows life as a scientist?"

I thought at first of being sarcastic and saying, "Scientific." But decided not to. "Fun, It's one of the only things that interested me before the outbreak that I can still do." Another thing had been dancing, but that I saved for in private. I smiled and sat down on one of the table set up against the wall and pulled my knees up to my chest. I blew the smoke up out of my mouth and watched as it made cool looking swirls in the fluorescent lights. "Do you know what month it is? I lost count." I said with a sigh.

Name: Lila Johnson
Age:24
Occupation:survivor/scientist
Description:One of the two who got to the Californa/navada center alive and unharmed from a group who ran away from a small town in Georga. They had to travel across the country fighting there way through without being harmed.
Appearance:5'9" with light redish blonde hair.
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Name:Chris Johnson
Age:28
Occupation:Survivor/Army
Description:The other of the two who ran with the small town. He is a very good fighter and had killed many infected on his way to the Calaforna/navada center. He is fighting to protect his wife Lila.
Appearence:Black hair and bright blue eyes. 6'5 and very muscular.
Pic: {I'm looking}

(Thank you for joining!!! I have to ask, you forgot the end quotation mark, so did you mean to tell me you also liked dancing? I'll skip that in this post until you reply....)

I smiled, knowing that I was possibly the only human who knew the exact date here... "It's April 21, 2018... The president is General Manson of the US army..." He laughed. General Manson was basically the leader of all of the bases in the US. There were several, a suprising number.... reaching 27, as one was under construction in Michigan... maybe the Detroitan's were still alive, if they weren't busy still killing each other....

{YAY I CAN POST :D hope you don't mind it's in 3rd person}

Lila and Chris entered the center. It was the only one they knew of that was safe. Or as safe as it could be. Lila glanced around nervously. She was a bit jumpy. This whole thing was freaking her out. The undead were not very comforting to be around. Chris put an arm around her and lead her into a small room. They both were tested to see if they had the infection. When they were clean one of the men sent them up to a man named Felix Arcsaw.

Lila leaned in to her husband out side the doorway of Felix Arcsaw's room. She was dressed in a gown from the party they had the night before they left. The dress was torn and stained but Chris still thought she looked beautiful. He on the otherhand was in a buttondown shirt one sleave was torn off and the other he had torn off to match it. He had a gun strapped to his belt he had used to kill any undead who had bothered them on the way here. Chris reached out and knocked on the door.

"Dang, I turn 21 next week." She sighed blowing another cloud of smoke. The alarms went off towards the entrance to the base. "Human or undead?" She asked jumping up and looking over at the door. That alarm went off only if force was pressed against it. It went off almost every night, sometimes human, others undeads.

"Human, It's Chris and Lila Johnson, can we come in please." Chris said hoping thats what he was suppose to say. "Let us it I don't like it out here." Lila cried softly still glancing around.

"What do you think Arcsaw? Could be some really smart class 3's." She said looking over at him wondering if he trusted them enough, course the class 3's had never tried this approach before, but they weren't dumb. They could speak, and move just like a normal human...

Lila banged on the door. "Please let us in I don't want to die."She cried. "We just got here from Georga, we've had enough with Zombie and didn't come all the way here to be killed tonight." Chris said pulling Lila's hands away from the door.

"It's your call Arcsaw, I can't give orders only take them." She sighed scratching the tattoo on her back with a worried look.

Lila screched. "ZOMBIE!" Chris looked back and Lila fumbled with the door. It was locked though. Chris pulled out his gun and shot the Class A zombie."Ca you let us in now before more come?!"

I sighed and checked the heat signetures behind the door. Zombies have unique heat sigs, and humanss dont. "They're human. Let them in," I said and I picked up my sniper and scanned the area for zombies. Just a few Class 1's... I thought. "So who are you?" I said to the new comers, when I put my gun back down.

As the door closed I watched as a class 2 ran screaming at the door, but instead of even getting close to getting in, they got there arm stuck in the door. "Great, now the entire base would be on contamination lock down until clean up got here in the morning." I sighed as I watched the green lights start to flash through out the site and the glass dome began to close over head.