The outbreak played on TV like a bad movie, a few red dots starting in New York City, then another large city... then another. Soon the dots seemed to cover the map. People were afraid to leave their house, the sick were rounded up and taken away. Everything would have been okay, until people hide their loved ones, not wanting them to be taken away. Suddenly whole families were infected, photos of homes bathed in blood surfaced. The internet was abuzz with theories, one word being passed around the most, 'zombies'. Zombies. It sounded crazy at first, but then a video began circulating, a person so pale each vein visible, their eyes milky white, bathed in blood. It panned down, the person... creature, was eating something. No, not something, someone. Similar videos seemed to surface, it couldn't be denied any longer.

It took only weeks for things to go to hell from there, people panicked, running from the cities in droves, taking the infection with them. Then the looting began, things were crazy, no one would go to work, planes no longer flew, services closed down. At first the government tried to introduce martial law, but even the soldiers deserted their posts, leaving to protect their families, saving their own lives. Some towns rallied together, fighting off any infected, driving them away. Other towns fell apart, people unwilling to work together. Mistrust created mayhem, people killed the healthy, whoever stood in their way.

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Alan Mitchell
22
6'1"
160lbs
Tall and lanky
Pale skin, freckles, shaggy brown hair, light green eyes


Andrew Cavalini
22
5'10"
170lbs
Muscular
Olive skin, cropped black hair, blue eyes

"You have the water?" Andrew asked with a groan as he hefted the large pack up the stairs of the camper. It wasn't in the best of shape, but the wheels were sound and the truck had a hitch. It would work for now. The musty smell reminded him of the fact he found it in an open field, where it probably had been sitting for the last ten years. His cropped, black hair dripped with sweat. They had to drag the camper through the field, too afraid to puncture the tires of the truck in what may be hiding in the knee high grass.

Andrew and Alan had been driving on the dirt road, looking for a new place to hide out, when they stumbled upon an old farmhouse. Too bad someone had set it on fire, though not a surprise. What remained of the front door explained why, he could still see part of the red 'X' that had been painted on it. They must have been infected, and taken care of... They had been about to leave when Alan spotted the camper. It was a small one, a queen size bed at the front, a small dinette, and bathroom. It was probably twenty years old, but in decent condition. They had managed to find what he assumed were once cookie sheets, charred but still intact, and nailed them over the windows.

"Water right here!" Alan called out, pulling a child's wagon behind him, laden with jugs of water. They had managed to find a well to refill their supplies. After loading the water into the camper, Alan put the wagon in the back of the truck. "Well, guess we'll keep moving." It was Alan who spoke once more, he ran his fingers through his thick, brown hair, scanning the field with pale green eyes. Andrew stood next to him, sighing. Would they ever make it back home to see their families? Going to college on the other side of the country didn't seem like such a good idea now.

Alan and Andrew had been best friends since they were babies, grew up next to each other in the same small town, went to the same school, played football together, got scholarships together. Alan was tall and muscular, but not overly so he had the speed of the two. His hair brown and shaggy and his eyes pale green, his skin pretty pale compared to Andrew's more olive skin. While he wasn't unattractive, girls often preferred Andrew, his more rugged features to Alan's boyish features. Andrew was a bit shorter than Alan, with cropped black hair and blue eyes, but he was muscular, ripped even, with a rugged face.

"Let's go!" Andrew said, patting Alan on the back. It wasn't long before they were back on the road, the camper bumping along behind them. It was noisy on the dirt road and they hoped they didn't attach too much attention, but they had little choice.