Another day, another shift.
Ninten made his way downtown, heading to the nearby hotel, where he worked. It wasn't much, but it put food on the table, as well as regret. Somewhat shoving the key into the lock, Ninten entered the hotel lobby. He took his seat at the receptionist's desk, and began working.
It had been several hours since Ninten had started, and he was finally on break. He decided to eat at the nearby sandwich place. While entering, he noticed something strange. Nobody was there. He looked behind the counter, and went pale. Blood was smeared on the walls, and someone was lying on the ground.
"Oh my God! Are you okay?" He asked, quickly attending to the fallen person. As soon as he got close enough, however, the person reared upwards, growling like a feral animal.
"W-What the fuck?" Ninten exclaimed, pushing backwards. The person, who had no legs, crawled towards him. Ninten turned around, and booked it.
Going outside, Ninten was greeted by the now obvious signs of some sort of apocalypse. Corpses strewn, blood smeared, the works. He instantly felt nauseated. Stumbling, he ran back to the hotel.
A few hours earlier, Lucas would have considered the idea of shambling, cannibalistic monsters completely ridiculous. Now, however, he was thoroughly convinced. He was first introduced to this world of carnage around 2:00 PM, when screams erupted within his sandwich shop. Some man had shambled into the shop, and someone in the shop had asked if they were alright. Then, suddenly, the man had bitten the patron, devouring any limbs they could sever. Some patrons and employees managed to escape. Others, however, were, well, infected. Lucas had managed to slip out through the back door, escaping into the streets, where many more figures would await him. He nimbly evaded them, managing to hole himself up at a nearby gas station, where he quickly came upon a dead employee, and the thing eating him.
"J-Jesus!" Lucas exclaimed, a little too loudly. The zombie heard him, turning around and slowly advancing upon him. Lucas looked around for something- anything. His eyes rested upon a wrench on the counter. He quickly reached for it, braced himself, and bashed it up against the zombies head. It fell dead to the floor. Lucas exhaled, and turned his attention to the dead shopkeeper. He reached down to take the keys off the corpse. Of course, the corpse sprung to life, attempting to maul Lucas' face off. In return, Lucas once again made use of his new weapon. He grabbed the keys, and locked up the store. He then reached for his phone, and dialed a number.
Claus had been having, well, a normal but sucky day. Working at a bar can do that to you. Drunk patrons hit on you, some threaten you, and others just piss you off. Claus had gotten used to it, though. Why bother fighting against something you can't fix? Things had only gotten worse when the real shit hit the fan. You see, the bouncers who worked at the club were good at their job, but only so good. Apparently, their training did not prepare them for defending themselves and others against cannibalistic zombie creatures. That became evident as the first one dragged itself inside. It had gotten caught up in a mass scale dance, which was, admittedly, kind of funny at first, but people stopped laughing when the first patron dropped dead. Not many people seemed to notice, somehow. The crowd parted ever so slightly, giving Claus the chance to see the evidence.
"Holy shit." He did not think that he would be witnessing the beginning of a zombie outbreak on his shift, yet here he was. He reached for the gun behind the counter, pulling the fire alarm as well. Many patrons began to leave. Just enough had calmed down for people to see the body. Claus aimed the gun, keeping steady, and shot. The zombie fell dead.
Alright, time to book it. Claus gripped the gun tighter, dashing over the counter and grabbing his bag. He managed to make it out the door, nimbly avoiding the hand of a zombie. He ran out into the open streets, answering his ringing phone.
"Lucas?"
"Hey."
"What the hell is going on?"
"Some sort of zombie outbreak, I-I think? I never thought I would actually say that sentence, oh God."
"Hang on- are you alright? Where are you?"
"At the gas station near the Hotel."
"Right. I'll be there soon."
"Oh, man. I've only ever heard about this stuff in movies!" Ness' voice wavered. Travis looked over at him.
"Hey, we've gotten through angry customers looking for the manager, what's to say we can't get through this?"
"Right, right." Ness muttered, shoving various essentials from the store into one of two bags. He slung it over his shoulder, hesitating before grabbing a baseball bat on the wall.
"I mean, we need a weapon, right?"
"Good thinking." Travis rummaged through various things before he came upon a hatchet that someone had just returned. He wrapped the blade around the handle with some spare gauze, and called it good enough. "Let's get out of here b'fore we become monster mash."
"Good call." The two stealthily made it to the back room, leaving through the back exit. They ran down the streets, sticking close to the walls of buildings. They elected to hunker down in the nearby gas station, where they knew there ought to be a good supply of food. When they finally got there, however, they came across something much different than food.
Well, not to zombies, but you get the gist.
They came across two people.
A blonde gripping a wrench, and a ginger holding a gun steadily aimed at Ness' head.