*There hasn't been a single Rebuild(in case you're wondering, it's a zombie apocalypse simulation where you the leader help your people survive in a zombie apocalypse by finding food, supplies to help your people survive against zombie attacks. Something that the walking dead no man's land should've had and it would make sense too when you think about it. It's on your local mobile app store for cheap price by Northway games.) that I feel like this game deserve more attention. So without further ado, this is my fanfic story of Rebuild. I don't own the Rebuild or any references but my OCS. Rebuild is owned by Sarah Northway and Northway games.
Warning: This story contains strong violence, gruesome deaths, possible dark humor, strong languages, lemons and nudity that is not suitable for readers under 18 or older or readers who are not comfortable in mature scenes. This is my first and only warning. You have been warned.*
Chapter 1
The moon will shine for God
knows how long.
As if it still matters. As if someone
is trying to recall a dream.
Believe the brain is a cage of light
& rage. When it shuts off,
something else switches on.
There's no better reason than now
to lock the doors, the windows.
Turn off the sprinklers
& porch light. Save the books
for fire. In darkness,
we learn to read
what moves along the horizon,
across the periphery of a gun scope—
the flicker of shadows,
the rustling of trash in the body
of cities long emptied. Not a soul lives
in this house &
this house & this
house. Go on, stiffen
the heart, quicken
the blood. To live
in a world of flesh
& teeth, you must
learn to kill
what you love,
& love what can die.
-Burlee Vang.
(Dante's pov)
We never expected it to happen...I never expected it to happen...everyone I knew died...our homes destroyed...and now the dead linger around...looking for the living to feed their empty stomachs...my name is Dante Vera...24 year old high school graduate...who has his life changed upside down turning it to a living hell...how did it start...? I'll tell you...
March 21, 2015
It began like this...it was 10:30 PM in Seattle and I was reading my book I got from the library at my home when I suddenly got a call on my cellphone. I pick it up as my brother sigh with annoyance...
"Hey, bro. Sorry I might not be back home early than I expected. Traffic jam is crazy here and people are pissed off as hell cause of this. I'll try what I can in coming back home just sit tight and don't open the door to anyone but me."
"Okay, Marco."
"Go get some sleep. It's late. I think you have a job interview tomorrow so don't stay up too late."
"Oh right. Thanks for the reminder. Okay, bro. I'll get some sleep."
"Alright. Love ya, bro."
"Love ya too." I smiled as I hung up my cellphone.
Taking my older brother's advice, I closed my book and went to bed...for a while...for maybe three or 4 hours...I was woken by loud sounds...
*SHREEEEEEE!* *CRASH!*
"Drunken idiots...this is what they get for drinking and driving." I growled.
Or so I thought...as I went to the bathroom to wash up, I stared right in the mirror in a rather annoyed manner while I look at my blue eyes...my long black hair flowing down my head though a bit messy from my sleep...I stared for a bit and went down the stairs to watch some TV...only to see the news reporter look like he lost all hope...
"Reports of the walking dead lingering in the United states have...caused panic to civilians in the cities...the government have been...unsuccessful to quarantine the situation as death have been reported...massive according to the authorities..."
He sighs deeply as I heard banging going on in news studio...sounded like something was hitting on the door trying to get in...
"The only advice that we the people of this studio can give is...run...find safety and-"
He didn't finished as a horde of zombie burst through the door killing everyone in sight...tearing them to pieces as blood curdling screams were heard...I quickly turned off the television not handling the sight of those gruesome deaths as I began to feel a sense of dread...I look out the window and sure enough...I saw the dead...lingering in the city looking for prey as people began running in fear only for some of them to be killed than they less expected.
I had to act fast...but first..I had to prepare...I took my backpack stocked up on some canned food, water bottles and some medicines and took a crowbar off the toolbox. I put on my shoes and my brown leather bomber jacket as I quietly walked out of my house(yes in case you're wondering I have my jeans on.) and stealthy got away from my home. So many things were in my mind...were my friends alive...? Is Marco safe? Then there's my parents...are they alive...or part of the undead...? I do not know but I find them...as I crouched down behind a car, I heard a loud slam in my house as loud growling and groaning was heard. Thank god I was out of there or I would be zombie food. I kept going away from my house as I hid somewhere in mall in the city. I was lucky to have some shelter in one of the stores that had open space, some rations to keep me going and some supplies to help me find off the dead. Of course I had to barricade the front door of the store so I don't have to encounter the undead coming at the door with planks of wood nailed to the door.
"Hope it holds..." I sighed.
Only problem is that those zombies can see me through the window...barricaded or not...thankfully...it hasn't happened...for maybe five days of me hiding out in the mall, I heard voices...
"Hey! There's somebody here!"
Just as I heard that, I look out the window as I saw two men in military outfits and a man in a suit looking at me through the window. I looked at them with fear as the man in the suit tries to calm me down.
"It's okay...we're not gonna hurt you. We're just here to take survivors like you to safety." He tells me.
This had me paranoid...were they some sort of group that does horrible things to survivors or were they the type of people who really want to help people survive?
"How am I sure I can trust you?" I asked him.
"If you stay there too long this place is going to be overrun by those zombies in matter of days. We can take you to a fort where our walls can protect you with plenty of food and water that can help you live more." The man in the suit sighs.
That was something I didn't expect. The mall was going to be overrun by zombies? Now I really wanted to get out and keep in mind this guy doesn't look like the sort to lie to people like this so I couldn't help but feel I like I should trust this guy...
"O-Okay...just let me remove the barricade..."
I quickly removed the boards off the door with my crowbar and went out of the store with my backpack once I removed the barricade. The man and the soldiers lead me out of the mall and sure enough...after a 45 maybe 50 minute walk...I see it...clear as day...a fort. Heavily guarded and the walls sturdy enough to fend off an entire horde...as the sturdy steel doors opened, we got in the fort as the man in the suit says...
"Welcome home, kid. Enjoy your stay." He smiled.
Home...yeah...it does feel like home...
