Hi, I'm Aud. This is something I did because, well I'm really bored and wanted to do something fun ^.^ So anyways the idea is anyone who reads and is interested can vote to 'predict' what happens next and I promise to tailor the next bit to the popular choice...I'll probably have longer posts than this most times though, so yeah. :x Also, I'm not that anal about grammar and such; they're words. I'm just here to have a good time : ^ ) Anyone who wants a character shout out feel free to pm, can't promise anything tho. Peace. I don't even think I'm a good writer btw.
The movies and video games did their best at preparing everyone for when sh|t hit the fan. I'll give them that. What they didn't prepare anyone for what it was like to truly go through seeing your father eating the mouth of your own mother quite literally, and seeing your older brother mauled by your neighbor and his family. Even though there was always somewhat of a rivalry there, it didn't take me long to realize there was something going on...
I called 911 but there no use. The Dispatcher told me how sorry she was, as she was actually in tears as she told me to turn on the news, and I saw what I pretty much already new. Some 'virus' had spread, and it had spread like wildfire. There were shots from news helicopters of the carnage going down on the streets of the city; and I was thankful I had lived closer to the mountainous region on the outskirts of the small, sea-faring city in the northeast.
"It's okay, I'll get to one of the evacuation zones on the news." I told her, as she just apologized and I hung up the phone.
What to do next? There were 4 Areas on the news being shown as areas where the military was currently taking survivors out on helicopters and were holding the infected at bay. I lived a good twenty-five minute drive from the city, where the professional Baseball and Football stadiums had been converted to makeshift strongholds for the U.S military. Strong armored vehicle and sniper support from the area around the stadiums, these were holding out fairly well and all survivors were being asked to wear something red around their arm to signify you're not infected.
The next safe-zone was defended well also and was on the coast along the harbor and had been boarding sea vessels with survivors, and he watched as Blackhawk gunners mowed down infected from the sky, protecting survivors trying to reach the boats...but he couldn't even tell if every person hit was infected or not, there was too much chaos.
The fourth safezone was in the middle of an area used for the annual fairgrounds, and had enough area for both helicopter and armored vehicles to transport survivors. Traffic there was minimal as it was the closest one, being located no more than a few miles away; just a few minute car drive.
It was my first first big decision of the zombie apocalypse. Guess what I did?
