Who. Charlie Archer, Connor Bone & anyone else in the rebel group! What. Surviving. Where. Las Vegas, Nevada When. Monday, February 10th 2015 Warnings. TBD?
It had all happened so fast. Just like in all the movies, it happened exactly the way they always said it would. Like a hostile take over that comes for you in your sleep, you never see it coming. Now one might think they weren't just making it up, they were predicting events they couldn't possibly have foreseen.
The mundie governments had started doing experiments on reincarnates the year before. They kept it secret, nobody knew what they were doing. Then there was a break-in at one of the U.S. government's medical facilities, followed by a news leak. Haunting images and footage of reincarnate test subjects strapped to tables, kept in cages. There were protests, reincarnates and sympathizers alike protesting the ill treatment of human beings.
After that? What happened next was a lot more subtle. At first there were only isolated incidents, reports every few nights of someone getting attacked at a gas station at night, or a park. Nothing weird about it, that sort of thing happened every day, only usually they had to be attacked by an animal to get bite marks. It was a full month before it happened, and suddenly, the world had gone mad, and them with it. People were dropping dead only to get back up again, and they had an unnatural hunger for human flesh. It was exactly like a cheesy zombie movie, only this was real life. And it had finally happened to them.
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"Hey, Bone." Charlie's gruff greeting was met with an accompanied nod in Connor's direction, eyes still trained on the distant horizon with a tooth pick in between his teeth. Sun was starting to set, they'd all made camp for the night. Charlie was leaning against one of the trucks parked along the perimeter of the camp, a gun at his side in case any undead had an idea to crash their little party of survivors.
They would only find out after the world had gone to shit that the Resistance had been behind the real outbreak after stealing government property and exploiting it, but the damage was already done. It was too late, and now as far as Charlie knew they may as well be the only people left. Them, and those evil fucks still too stubborn to die. He had half a mind to sink his own teeth into what was left of the Resistance these days, but so far, nothing. Just a whole lot of desert.
Charlie shot a look at some movement in one of the tents and grunted, wishing it was his turn to sleep already. But somebody had to keep watch, better it was him. He held up a can of beans with a knowing look. "Dinner?"