Kane
Citizen
- Joined
- Mar 19, 2014
- Location
- Massachusetts
Here it is. Our journey through the zombie apocalypse is about to begin. If you have questions about the rules or signing up for this RP, refer to the sign-up thread. Now, let's do this.
Kane
My name is Kane Neeson. Up until three months ago, I lived a normal life in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts. But nothing good lasts forever. I found that out quick.
I was at school one day in early March. Being a senior in high school, I had a lot of stress weighing down on me: homework, girls, prom, college. I'd kill to have that pressure back, because what I have now is a lot worse. I was in lunch that day when things went haywire. The teachers and principals started buzzing around with concerned looks on their faces. I got on Twitter to see if I could find out why they were also so worried. I saw a lot of shocking things, but everything was the same: disease, outbreak, panic.
That's when I saw one for the first time: a walker. Straight out of a horror movie. A near invincible, undead, bloodthirsty demon. An army of them limped their way into my school cafeteria. I watched my friends die. What the hell was I supposed to do?
I immediately sought out my brother, Chris. He's twelve years old. He was in sixth grade when all of this happened; luckily, the middle school was next to my high school. I ran to find him, and by some miracle he was outside with a group of other kids being protected by their teacher. The teacher got bitten as soon as I got there. I grabbed Chris's hand and took off running. I yelled for the other kids to follow, but they were too scared to comprehend. I couldn't look back - not with Chris's life in my hands.
Chris and I ran home immediately. Our dad died a few years back from cancer. I had started getting over that loss after a while, but I wasn't ready for what I saw when we got home. My mom was dead in the driveway, with a large chunk of flesh bitten off of her neck. I tried to console Chris, but there was nothing I could do; I could barely handle myself. I kneeled down in front of my mom in tears, and as I looked her in the eyes, she looked back at me. After a few seconds, she let out a horrible, guttural sound. It wasn't human, and neither was she. I ran, grabbed Chris again, and got into our minivan. I slammed on the gas pedal and tried to drive into downtown Boston for help; I found nothing there but walkers. I turned around and went the other way.
The minivan ran out of gas a few miles outside of Boston. Chris and I were lucky enough to find a group of fellow survivors that we could rely on. We've been with them for three months now. We spend 18 hours a day looting, hunting, and trekking through New England; all we need is a lifeline. All we need is something to save us from this world: a world where the dead walk and the living run.
We may have found that hope. Yesterday we were looting a house near Albany, New York when Chris found a letter:
Dear Ashley,
There's still hope. I'm on my way to Newark, where there's said to be a quarantined zone. I don't know if it's true, but I'm leaving for it now. If you ever find this letter, know that I love you and we may be together again if we can both make it to Newark alive. Don't give up. We'll make it through this.
Bobby
We have a camp just south of Albany on the Hudson River. We're following the river until we reach Newark. We move by day and rest by night. Nobody's safe at night. The sun is setting now, and it's my shift to do sentry. I'll be lucky to make it through the night.
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Kane
My name is Kane Neeson. Up until three months ago, I lived a normal life in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts. But nothing good lasts forever. I found that out quick.
I was at school one day in early March. Being a senior in high school, I had a lot of stress weighing down on me: homework, girls, prom, college. I'd kill to have that pressure back, because what I have now is a lot worse. I was in lunch that day when things went haywire. The teachers and principals started buzzing around with concerned looks on their faces. I got on Twitter to see if I could find out why they were also so worried. I saw a lot of shocking things, but everything was the same: disease, outbreak, panic.
That's when I saw one for the first time: a walker. Straight out of a horror movie. A near invincible, undead, bloodthirsty demon. An army of them limped their way into my school cafeteria. I watched my friends die. What the hell was I supposed to do?
I immediately sought out my brother, Chris. He's twelve years old. He was in sixth grade when all of this happened; luckily, the middle school was next to my high school. I ran to find him, and by some miracle he was outside with a group of other kids being protected by their teacher. The teacher got bitten as soon as I got there. I grabbed Chris's hand and took off running. I yelled for the other kids to follow, but they were too scared to comprehend. I couldn't look back - not with Chris's life in my hands.
Chris and I ran home immediately. Our dad died a few years back from cancer. I had started getting over that loss after a while, but I wasn't ready for what I saw when we got home. My mom was dead in the driveway, with a large chunk of flesh bitten off of her neck. I tried to console Chris, but there was nothing I could do; I could barely handle myself. I kneeled down in front of my mom in tears, and as I looked her in the eyes, she looked back at me. After a few seconds, she let out a horrible, guttural sound. It wasn't human, and neither was she. I ran, grabbed Chris again, and got into our minivan. I slammed on the gas pedal and tried to drive into downtown Boston for help; I found nothing there but walkers. I turned around and went the other way.
The minivan ran out of gas a few miles outside of Boston. Chris and I were lucky enough to find a group of fellow survivors that we could rely on. We've been with them for three months now. We spend 18 hours a day looting, hunting, and trekking through New England; all we need is a lifeline. All we need is something to save us from this world: a world where the dead walk and the living run.
We may have found that hope. Yesterday we were looting a house near Albany, New York when Chris found a letter:
Dear Ashley,
There's still hope. I'm on my way to Newark, where there's said to be a quarantined zone. I don't know if it's true, but I'm leaving for it now. If you ever find this letter, know that I love you and we may be together again if we can both make it to Newark alive. Don't give up. We'll make it through this.
Bobby
We have a camp just south of Albany on the Hudson River. We're following the river until we reach Newark. We move by day and rest by night. Nobody's safe at night. The sun is setting now, and it's my shift to do sentry. I'll be lucky to make it through the night.