Post by CharLee on Oct 14, 2014 18:06:48 GMT
In the year 2015, the world came to a complete stand still. There had been an outbreak of a deadly disease that killed hundreds of thousands of people in just a matter of weeks. Just as the world was starting to recover and pick itself up again, the dead started waking. Many of the bodies had been left in quarantine zones until they could be burned or buried. There were so many bodies, they easily overran the fences. At first, the bodies didn't do much. They wandered, fumbled and fell down a lot. Many human beings found it quite funny.
Some scientist took quite a few of the walking corpses off the streets and began studying them. It showed that the bodies had no apparent functions, no apparent purpose, and no drive. The scientist study them for just a few days before they noticed an increase in brain activity. One of the scientist went in closer to exam it. The corpse, on some new instinct, lunged at the scientist and began tearing his flesh off and eating it. While horrifying, the other two scientist made their notes before having to flee. They didn't make it long outside, as it seems the rest of the corpses seemed to be having the same chemical brain reaction.
So this was the downfall of human kind. There were a million names for the corpses "Walkers", "Geeks", "Dead", "Zombies", the list goes on. But at the end of the day, the names didn't matter, you either ran or you died. You hide or you become one of them. You eat or you're eaten. We all came to find out that any type of noise, movement or scent (other than dead) can attract them.
You ran. You ran as quickly as you could to seek shelter. There were rumors in the beginning that there was a safe haven in Nashville, Tennessee. It was a lie, six months in and there is no sanctuary, or shelter or safety. But here you are. Welcome to Music City, where music can get you killed!