Multiple Settings If The World Was Ending

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After the 4th World War, the countries did not know what else to do to gain more power. The war started off with biological warfare; a virus to wipe out those who were the strongest... But it was something more. The people that became ill did not die, they turned into monsters that craved flesh. They looked dead, but they were far from it. People started hiding to get away from these monsters, but the virus spread too fast, from country to country, each person began to turn and eat even those they loved.
While the government did everything they could to fight back, burning down cities, containing civilians in large bunkers, even nuclear bombs, nothing could protect the survivors from escaping these things. All the survivors can do to protect themselves now, is to survive.


Part One: The Beginning
Location- Nevada
Date- October 13th 2041

It has been three months since the dead started walking, and survivors are scrambling for a haven. The military has been dropping packages for food and other amenities, but it is not enough to keep the true threat away. People are beginning to turn on people; raids, killings, and other much more dangerous groups. There are rumors of military bases accepting survivors, but the radio broadcasts cut in and out. For now, all people can do is fight for their lives.

***Please create CS if interested, accepted writers will be sent a Discord link for the RP***​

 

[Stricken Steel]

Joshua Graham

Graham was walking silently, keeping a steady pace as he did so. The sun beat down upon his exposed eyes, taking a wary toll.
"Now I know why they use such vulgar terms when they speak of the weather." He remarked aloud, to himself.
His whole body was sore, and the outer layers of his skin were long melted away by man-made weapons, leaving his 'skin' leather like. A pinkish-purplish tint was the set color of his outer flesh now.
He gratefully took shelter beneath the roof of an old baskin robbins. Graham could still see the remnants of a mustard gas attack, two maybe three skeletal bodies and a fine yellowish powder coating the floor.
"Rest peacefully." Graham spoke aloud.
He pulled his M1911 out his holster and moved towards the backrooms with silent, but deadly grace.​