Please note: No matter how much a character is loved or hated, badly written or overpowered, I will not change to course of events to accommodate. You have been warned.
As is usual with a story of an undead fighter, there will be something they must do to end the fight. For our favorite four heros, that is jumping through time itself, as well as dimensions later. While my mind is brimming with ideas on what to create for them, I have other plans for the following story. If you wanted a love story, or a story featuring Nikolai, Richtofen, Takeo, and Dempsey, you have come to the wrong place. I hope not to disappoint, but this takes place in a separate dimension. A dimension in which something along the lines went wrong, and it is now up to the others to stop the wreckage of their dimension, if they can…
Chapter 1: The City
It had been a hard 8 months, with the food storage being overtaken twice and the residents of the area becoming restless. It was an understandable feeling, as those around them turned and they were unable to do anything. Entire families, relationships, communities, overturned by the infection. It was tough to process, and even harder to find a solution.
Despite these issues, communities formed of what was left. The survivors, baffled by the new systems whatever power was behind the plague, turned their backs on them and believed that all they would cause was more pain. They turned to putting up walls, traps, farms, and workshops to build a community of survivors. Thus, the Final Stand became what people called the newly created city. After a few months the people began accepting the strange new machines and systems, like points, and used them as a form of currency. The guards accepted these new vending machines littered around due to the drinks inside having a gracious affect on the body, weapon, or environment around the user. Many accepted the chalk drawings, as in trade for points, they could acquire weapons and ammunition.
Once a week however, supplies of medicine, chemicals, or material would dwindle. This lead to the creation of "The Group". This was a band of 4 people who embraced the new systems, even the hated magic box, and used them to their advantage in an attempt to attain more of these supplies. The city had different overbearing rules than outside the city. About half a mile away from wall, the waves would start. An endless drove of the horde, getting harder, faster, and greater in numbers with every passing wave. The more you could get in less waves, the better.
The city suffered occasional attacks only lasting to wave ten or twenty, but that was nothing compared to what lies outside. Every door, every blocked passage, every extra automated vehicle ride, costs points. The only true benefit of being outside were the drops, which could resupply ammunition, make zombies a one hit kill, and double points earned from killing zombies.
It was a hard life, but we were all willing to get through it. One day, we may even find way to stop it.