BIGBOSS1975
CAMO INDEX: 95%
DAY 0 OF THE QUARANTINE
MAY 16TH, 1998
11:34 AM
SATURDAY
If it weren't for the sudden and massive military presence in the town, it would have been an ordinary day. The shops were up and running and were already raking in the big bucks, and the amusement district's parking lot had already reached capacity.
Once the clock hit 11:34, however, shit started to go down.
They came without warning. Mauling. Killing. Eating. First, the most prominent sounds in town were screams, sirens, and explosions. When they were finished, the groans began. Those horrible groans...
Those who survived the initial chaos found themselves in a town that was merely a broken reflection of its former self, a town taken over by creatures once considered human. Those very people likely had questions: What happened? What caused this? Where'd the military go?
Whether or not those questions are answered lies in the fate those "lucky" few...
(Hello, sir and/or madam! Welcome to my humble AU zombie apocalypse roleplay. I'm your unnaturally handsome GM, BIGBOSS1975, and I'd like to personally introduce you to the former town of Coldwell. If you're wondering what the Hell this is, and found the above to be sufficiently interesting, I'd suggest checking out the interest topic for this. For those who DO know what's going on... Let's rock, baby!)
MAY 16TH, 1998
11:34 AM
SATURDAY
If it weren't for the sudden and massive military presence in the town, it would have been an ordinary day. The shops were up and running and were already raking in the big bucks, and the amusement district's parking lot had already reached capacity.
Once the clock hit 11:34, however, shit started to go down.
They came without warning. Mauling. Killing. Eating. First, the most prominent sounds in town were screams, sirens, and explosions. When they were finished, the groans began. Those horrible groans...
Those who survived the initial chaos found themselves in a town that was merely a broken reflection of its former self, a town taken over by creatures once considered human. Those very people likely had questions: What happened? What caused this? Where'd the military go?
Whether or not those questions are answered lies in the fate those "lucky" few...
(Hello, sir and/or madam! Welcome to my humble AU zombie apocalypse roleplay. I'm your unnaturally handsome GM, BIGBOSS1975, and I'd like to personally introduce you to the former town of Coldwell. If you're wondering what the Hell this is, and found the above to be sufficiently interesting, I'd suggest checking out the interest topic for this. For those who DO know what's going on... Let's rock, baby!)