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This is a one on one RP that went public. The only people that can actually progress any sort of story is me and katiethekitty2. That being said I don't care if someone wants to pop in and make life difficult or easier for her. If your post something that needs someone to reply too and then leave..... Well you wouldn't stand in the middle of an army of zombies waiting for a high five. You'd get killed off

It has been a week since the first zombie had been spotted. Since then the entire town has been infected. There are a few survivors barricaded into their houses. It looks like there is no sign of assistance from the government or the military. The power for the city has been shut down and now the nights are darker than they have ever been.

Occasionally a zombie will fall and cease to move. This must be some sort of sign that they can starve off and die. Their movements are slow and lifeless until they smell prey. The power of smell for a human being is somewhat weaker. Not nearly as strong as dogs. However, after infection the victims seem to evolve. They lose their eyes sight, but they can smell blood from 50 feet away. If a person were to bleed to death almost every zombie in the city would know. Their movements also change upon infection. The infected loses muscle mass in their arms which is compensated by the expansion of muscle in their legs. This allows them to run at a speed faster than humans when they are after prey.

Beside the house was a combined group of moaning that only comes from serious pain and suffering. From around the corner approached the only sort of creature that could match such despair. The old family of the house now charging at the heroine.

Each bullet hit it's mark. The larger members of the family fell. The third was shot twice and fell back to bump into the young girl of the family. The gunshots noise surprised her and enraged her to the point of racing towards the hero and her bike. The loud noise of the gunblade also drew the attention of surrounding zombies. Soon a thin wave of zombies circled Chris. Faces drooling and blood pooling. Some more degraded than others. Some with stronger odors than others.

With each assault a zombie fell but another quickly took it's place. The road ahead was finally clear but more creatures were closing in from behind. All except one that was standing up straight higher up than the rest but way in the back not get involved.

The zombies tried there best to chase the hero but even there modified infected legs could not catch up to the motor bike. The lone zombie that stood towards the back walked off in a different direction. Along the path ahead many zombies tried to intercept the bike only to get pushed back or come short.

Two near by zombies herd the motorcycle just as it's engine had stopped. They slowly creeped up to the safe house and spent their time bumping into the wall and moaning.