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August 14, 2010: U.S. defeats the Alcida under Barack Obama's term.

October 2010: U.S attempts to reform the Middle east.

March 2011: Middle east revolts against U.S. reform.

April 16, 2011: War breaks out involving U.S., Middle east, Japan, China, and majority of South America.

June 2011: Korea and Russia join the war, bringing new bio-chemical warfare.

July 2011: Many counties become battle grounds.

November 13, 2011: The first case of H1N1 evolves.

November 28, 2011: H1N1 shot is found to be a catalyst for H1N1 evolving.

January-August 2012: Masses die from infection. The war begins to slim because of lack of soldiers.

November 2012: Dead infectants begin to rise and attack. The end of the earth as foretold by the Mayans is celebrated to end the suffering of the "zombies".

December 12, 2012: The end never came and many more died. Resistance was formed and the war ended, but a new one against zombies was formed.

February 9, 2013: We begin here.

A tall man walked over to a small wooden table. He sat down on an even smaller wooden stool and picked up a radio mike. He put it up to his mouth but said nothing. He just sat there. After about a minute a slim man walked in and told the man, "K.J. is ending. Your up Roby." The man made number gestures signaling 3 2 1. A man in the back flipped a switch and the tall man pressed the button on the mic.

"This is Robert L. Williams broadcasting throughout the U.S. It is March 3, 2013 at 1:17pm, that's 13:17.

This message is short today, and simple. We need help. The zombie are getting faster and smarter. Today they set a trap and caught a fellow fighter of ours. We need help. We are constantly moving, but we are located in L.A. God bless you all."

Robert stood up from the table and a tear ran down his face. He took a deep breath as he held his head, then stormed out into the lower section of the building. He had suffered a big loss of 28 people the night before. He was in a warehouse with about 140 other people. Guns sat everywhere. The whole floor was covered in sleeping bags and noise echoed through the room. A man in the back yelled "SHE'S INFECTED!" and a gun shot was fired. This was something that had happened many times before so it was no big deal to the people.

Robert rushed through the crowd towards the gun shot until he found a woman. He had a look of pure rage on his face as he looked at the man with the gun. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO KILL WITHOUT MY PERMISSION FIRST! WHAT IF SHE WAS JUST FINE! THAT'S ANOTHER LOST LIFE!" Every one got quiet as his voice filled the room. Donovan quickly turned and walked back up stairs, and the room was silent until he did.

"Sir, we have received confirmation that another team is on their way to Los Angeles," a man sitting at the radio said. Robert looked over at him, his face still filled with anger. "Good, Keep an ear open for any other survivors. Any word on where this world resistance will meet?" Robert asked. "Not yet sir. Some countries are having it bad. Their not sure if we'll even survive long enough to form it," the man replied. Robert looked away, staring at the floor.

5:50pm hit, and like everyday the world update was broadcast over the radio, by the same man who broadcast on February 28. Everyone had a set time to broadcast, so everyone would be heard.


"To all who can here this broad cast,

It is March 3, 2013. It is currently 17:50, 5:50pm. *sigh* Tibet, North Korea, Tokyo, Uganda, and France have been overrun today. That leaves us with only 29% of Europe, 74% of Asia, 42% of Africa, 87% of Australia 68% of North America, 55% of South America and 100% of Antarctica.

I don't know if I can handle this any more."

The room stayed quiet as the broadcast went off and the next person came on.

Later that evening as the sun was setting...
A man bursts into the ware house. He was a bloody mess, his skin was dry and flaking off and his eyes began to turn reddish yellow. "HE'S INFECTED!" was heard in the room and Robert and the other guys, who were upstairs at the time, rushed down before someone got shot again. The bloody man yelled, "SIR! SIR! They are headed this way. We can't win!" Tears of blood began to fall from his face as he fell to the floor. "There too smart. They've learned to check buildings. Some are from San Fransisco, who have it the worst." The man fell and died, and Robert gave the command, "PACK UP AND GET THE HELL OUT! WE'RE HEADED TO CRINSHAW!" And the whole place began to pack and get ready to move.

"Sir, we've received anoth-" "I don't care. We need to get out!" Robert interrupted the radioman. In minutes everyone was ready to move out. People poured into the open bed pickup trucks. Their weren't many trucks but it was enough to stuff everyone in. Robert walked down stairs to the trucks caring radio equipment. His truck wasn't crowded because his was the weapon and equipment truck. A hefty man who looked allot like a truck driver hopped in the drivers seat and the other men in the room with Robert crowded into the front and back seats. In the bed of the truck Robert helped two pregnant women in and a young man around the age of 11 to 13, then he got in himself. The trucks started off and drove into the streets. A few zombies roamed the streets but were no match for trucks.

While driving the group past a horde of zombies. The horde seemed to be feeding on another group of resistance. This was not normal, zombies did not need to feed because they were dead. Usually zombies just attack, and it was common for them to attack each other. Robert documented this for his next broadcast. One of the zombies happened to turn around and alerted others who did not get food. It was a low scream but easily heard by the others.

Row by row the cars began to speed up trying to out run the zombies. Confrontation was not an option because this was a new unknown mutation.

Bill saw a Police marked chopper that could fit his team, he pulled up to it and entered the chopper with his SWAT team. they took off and flew over the Ohio-Indiana border.

Shortly after the plane crash Paul ran over to a built in radio in the hotel. Zombies began to burst thru the door, but had not reached the barricade. He frantically began to turn radio stations looking for some kind of signal. Many of the hotel radios didn't work but maybe just maybe, it would work. After a few minutes Paul found a signal. "Hey guys, I got a signal! I'm gonna broadcast out," he informed his team mates. "Hurry, we can't hold out for long," Dillan replied.

"This is Paul. I am in the Cancun in Las Vegas, Nevada. We are currently under attack and we need assistance. Hurry, we won't last much longer."

The new base was coming up, but zombies were still hording behind them. The front car flashed it's lights then put on his turn signal to turn right. Once the road came up the truck turned and all of the others turned leaving the whole street black from skid marks. Now the zombies began to thin out but not quite enough. The entrance came up for a free way and all of the trucks began to crowd on the ramp causing some trucks to crash or miss the turn.

Once on the free way only a few zombies were left. It was as simple as a pistol whip for the remanding. Robert stood up and began to count the trucks left. Loses were 5 trucks, which equaled out to an average of 50 people dead. This was double the night before. There were only about 90 people left.

Bill arrived over Paul's hotel in Las Vegas. He dropped a rope ladder through the broken window. He walked to the door slid open with the ladder out and grabbed a Desert Eagle. He is going to use it to shoot any zombies trying to enter the helicopter.