Great White North
Of The Living Dead
The sun was rising over the rugged Canadian wilderness. A lone Mountie was shuffling his way down a deserted highway, his rifle dragging behind him. Though his face was covered by the wide brim of his hat, he looked like he'd been walking for days. His uniform was dirty and torn. Then, in the distance, he spotted a car. He raised his head, revealing his discoloured, rotten face. He raised his arms and opened his mouth, letting out a low, long moan. The driver of the car spotted the lone Mountie. They locked eyes. The car came hurtling into the Mountie, sending him up into the air, and back down again. He began squirming on the road, his back broken. The Car drove on.
"Shit!" Exclaimed Dennis, the American in the backseat of the car, "Go back to that guy! I wanted his cowboy hat!"
"Aw, c'mon Dennis!" Said Tucker, the driver who was also from the US of A, "You don't need another cowboy hat! You nearly got yerself killed getting that last hat that you don't even where!"
"Well we could've at least taken the rifle." Said Seth, the Yankee in the passenger seat.
"We've already got enough guns." Said Tucker, "Plus, that rifle's probably been dragged around so much that it wouldn't have even worked."
"Ya." Agreed Seth, "I guess yer right."
The car continued down the road, leaving a cloud of dust in it's wake. The boys, like many before them, had come up to Canada with the false belief that it would somehow be safer than the country to it's south. It had begun with a radio broadcast........
"Kanata." The broadcasts had said, "Get to Kanata. If you are in Kanata, you should be safe."
"Kanata" was the name of a rural high school just outside of Philadelphia, that had been made into a safe zone, an area where people could go and wait for help to come. However, many people misheard "Kanata" as "Canada". The rumour that Canada was a dead-free zone spread, and people started heading north. The highways clogged up as more and more people began heading for the border. It was just a matter of time before the inevitable feeding frenzy began. With cars trapped bumper to bumper there was nowhere to run. At first it was just a few border guards who re-animated. Then the numbers of the un-dead grew. Eventually it was impossible to cross the border (whether you were crossing into Canada or the US), without an aircraft or a boat. Just as many dead headed north as did south. It was a miracle that Tucker, Dennis and Seth were able to make it through, only losing one friend along the way.
"Check it out." Said Seth, pointing towards a city in the distance.
"It's probably swarming with those things." Said Tucker.
"Well shit man," said Dennis, who was lying in the backseat, "we got guns. Let's just check it out."
"Alright." Said Tucker, "We'll check it out. I need lighter fluid."
