Zombie Stories

All humans who survived the infection have a story of their own. Also, so do zombies whether you know it or not. I think that this will be a neat thread so make a zombie story. Be imaginative. Mention what they are/were wearing during the time of the infection. What did/do they do before the chaos? Did they have a family? What area do/did they lurk in Liberty City and the question that excites me to hear what you guys will come up, how were they zombified? Be creative and take your time when you answer.
Caution: All arguements will be frownd upon.

Age: 32
Lurking Location: Lower Algonquin
Apparel: Ripped Blue Jeans & Bloody I "heart" LC T-shirt
Zombified Story: Bitten by infected soldier during evacuation.
Backstory: Before the infection hit, Louie had a 4 year old little girl and a wife. He lived in a house in Northern Alderney. His occupation was a camera man for Weazel News. His income was good and he provided for his family. On the first days of the infection, his boss calls him and says that there will be an evacuation in Algonquin at 8:00pm. Louie's wife was nowhere to be found due to the fact that she went shopping for his daughters B-day party. Louie waits for his wife but his daughters safety was more important since Alderney's infected population was growing rapidly by the hour. Still no contact from his wife, Louie makes it to the evacuation. His daughter makes it on board but still worried about his wife, Louie stays behind and leaves his daughter with his boss. Before Louie can make it back to his vehicle, a soldier walks up to Louie without a word. Louie explains his situation but without a reply, the infected soldier bites him on his arm. Louie flees the scene but in time he too turns into the infected. Under all of that infected flesh, there is still a man looking for his wife and hoping that his daughter is safe but the intensity of his hunger for living flesh overcomes that.

TOM BELL
AGE: 20
LURKING LOCATION: Westdyke, Alderney
APPAREL: Grey skinny jeans & a black T-shirt
ZOMBIFIED STORY: Accidentally ingested infected blood
BACK STORY: Before the infection hit, Tom was still living with his mom and working at Clucken Bell for some extra cash. The day the infection hit, Tom was on his day off and channel surfing until he got to the news where he saw the magnitude of what was happening. He decided that he should probably try and find a way to Happiness Island for since no zombie could possibly make it out on to the island, so he grabbed the only weapon he had, a wooden baseball bat and headed out. He slowly made his way through back alleys to about a block away from the docks, but he encountered his first zombie. He was sure he could drop the single zombie with a good crack to the skull... he was right. The zombies head split open, the body went limp. He finally makes it to the docks, he's right across the street, but for safety he decides to take the ally just in case, but as he turns the corner into the ally he sees a small horde of infected tearing apart a corpse. He decides he should just cross the road to the docks instead... but its too late. One of the infected burst out into an all out sprint towards him and he has no choice but to try and fight it back. He swings for its head and drops it, blood sprays every where... he looks, none of the other infected even noticed what just happened and continue ripping the corpse to pieces. Tom looks down and realizes that he's COVERED in blood its even on his face. Thats when he noticed the taste in his mouth and he knew strait away just what he just did... he just licked a small bit of blood off his lips with out even thinking about it. He new he was more than likely screwed and just sat down in the ally and accepted fate. Within 30min he was beginning to turn...

Really nice Tophat. That was typical when the other zeds didn't even notice him even when one of them actually did.

Name: John Lecker
Age: 16
Location: Alderney
Apparel: Blue stripped shirt with normal denim jeans.
Zombified Story: Forced to eat food with zombie blood.
Backstory: John Lecker was taught how to shoot a gun at the age of 10. Played WAY TOO MUCH games at the time and made a plan to survive a zombie attack. His friends and peers laughed at him. John was close to suicide when the news comes on. Reports of infection flashes on the screen and knew it was him and himself only. Months have passed in solitude and John nearly went insane. A zombie breaks through the door and John is forced to use his gun. Blood splattered everywhere and got on his last piece of food. Time passed and John was dieing of hunger and he couldn't take it. So he ate the melon.

LMFAO. Love the creativity. Hahahaha.

Name: Rico Smith
Age: 19
Location: Algonquin
Apparel: Black Hoodie, Dark Blue Jeans, Light Weight Nikies and, a Green Backpack
Zombiefication: N/A, shot by military services........
Backstory: Just an average kid, Rico is just about to head to college when the outbreak of infected barely began. Getting trapped in Liberty City while on a transfer to Chicago. Rico had pick up a quick job and a small apartment to past time as no one was aloud to leave. Though the public was not aware, the infection was soon growing in numbers causing chaos through out the streets. Rico was lucky enough to be on the top floor with some gun nut who block the entrance to the floor the night before.

Now all Rico does is wait as he, the gun nut, a stoner, and some shy girl wait for help; but they are losing hope and now have to venture out into what is now hell, to survive.

BLACK SNOW 13 wrote:Name: Rico Smith
Age: 19
Location: Algonquin
Apparel: Black Hoodie, Dark Blue Jeans, Light Weight Nikies and, a Green Backpack
Backstory: Just an average kid, Rico is just about to head to college when the outbreak of infected barely began. Getting trapped in Liberty City while on a transfer to Chicago. Rico had pick up a quick job and a small apartment to past time as no one was aloud to leave. Though the public was not aware, the infection was soon growing in numbers causing chaos through out the streets. Rico was lucky enough to be on the top floor with some gun nut who block the entrance to the floor the night before.

Now all Rico does is wait as he, the gun nut, a stoner, and some shy girl wait for help; but they are losing hope and now have to venture out into what is now hell, to survive.

Im pretty sure the point of this topic is to say how you got infected not that you are still alive and have to venture through Liberty City.

Accidentally forgot?

Not sure if we are suppose to write a short story or just give a brief description as to who they were and how they came to be a zombie... since I am sick, I will go with just a "brief"(lies) description.

Name: Steve "Mad Dog" Murdock
Age: 17
Location: Broker
Apparel: Blue Jeans with a belt, T-shirt half tucked in with a shirt that reads "I'm not sarcastic, your just dumb."
Appearance: Brown short hair with a little bit of length on the bangs, a "fox," or narrow, face, brown eyes, and Caucasian.
Backstory:
Steve was in high school when the infection hit. He was in gym, to be precise. Steve was extra energetic that day, which caused him to run out the back door to see how fast he could run a mile. His aid, grudgingly, followed him knowing how much of a handful Steve can be at the end of the day. She walked through the center of the gym and stood in the doorway, resting her body on the left with her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed in a disgusted and infuriated look. The narrowing of her eyes followed through to the rest of her face, causing her nose to scrunch and her lips to sag downward. "Let's go Steve! Come back here! I don't have time for this!" Her voice was shrill and cold.
She looked down, readjusted herself while staring at her shoes which she disproved of but, in the interest of time grabbed the only pair she could find, and flipped her black sausage linked curly hair backwards as she lifted up her head. She gazed back up attempting to follow Steve, with her eyes, around the track but, he had run into the blind spot. She didn't bother moving to try and see him. She looked back down wondering how she ended up with this job.
She didn't care for the kids with special needs but, at the time money was money. She thought about all those regretted turns she made in her life that steered her away from her true passion. She wanted to be a travel agent but, was convinced that was an impractical career choice so she picked teaching. "Teaching... ha!" she scoffed at herself knowing she hadn't and couldn't teach anyone anything, not even a special ed. student. It didn't bother her, though. She was going to ride this out for another year and get her dream job. Sadly, she remembered, she said that the year before, and the year before that. She sighed and lifted her eyes back up.
Not expecting much, she took another glance looking for Steve to be running back. To her own assumed fear, she didn't see him. She knew Steve. She knew he'd wander off easily. She knew he finds insects gross but, birds fascinating and would even try chasing them until they landed. She knew he would even stop because he would have to think what number came after 20. She has gone through this routine hundreds of times before and she knew that if she stooped down to this level, it would be a good hour before he came back inside but, complimenting him was the only way she knew how to get his attention. "Mad Dog, we all know how fast you are but, please come back inside!" She hollered at him once more. "I didn't even see your feet! That is how fast you were running!" she threw in even more sarcasm but she knew that Steve wouldn't catch on. She took a quick glance and the sky and the horizon of the field.
The sky laid low and gray, then let out a roar that oddly shook her spine. She looked down the foot ball field, all the way down to the tree line that was at least a mile away, but could only see small dots representing the silhouette of the green lush of late summer oaks and cedars. The translucent gray film washed over the green fields and crawled its way closer to her, minimizing her visibility on Steve. This worried her. Not for the sake that Steve could be hurt but, just the atmosphere was different. In her eyes, clouds this dark, after being sunny all day, bring a heavy contrast to all the colors. The greens became dark neon suns, the distant objects became black shadows, and the air was like taking a cold shower after competing in a triathlon in 100 degree weather. This day, however, was different. Nothing was glowing, distant objects were replaced by a grey smog, and the air was hot and sweating. Instead of the slow build up of movement from the wind picking up, everything sat still. Motionless and dull. The same feeling after hosting a party and then just after everyone leaves, you stare at the room in complete silence in a second of bewilderment after seeing the room so teeming with life. It scared her, and caused her to now franticly look for Steve.
"Steve! Let's go! I think it is going to storm soon!" Her posture changed from a relaxed lean, to a standing straight up compacted stance. Her eyes scanned the field looking for any movement through the grey soup. At first, she saw nothing. She heard the "caw" of a crow, which scared her. Crows where Steve's favorite type of bird and she knew that he wouldn't be moving anytime soon. She glanced down at her feet, shuffled them even closer until her thighs were sandwiched together.
She dropped her look of frustration, to a look of shear terror. Her eyes and, slightly, her mouth were open. Something had come over her. She recalls feeling the same way just moments before she got the news her mother died, before she herd the doctor say that her husbands illness could not be cured, before her son was diagnosed with asperger's syndrome, and ocd. Her mind began to race through awful events to try and jinx them. She admitted it was stupid in the past but, she also admitted it helps some times.
Her mind stopped just before she thought about any injuries within her immediate family. Her mind fixed on figuring out what that black blob running towards her. As it made it with in 15 feet, her posture changed to a more relaxed slunk and opened her arms waiting to embrace Steve as he usually did after running back. She usually didn't accept them but, she figured a reward would be appropriate for coming in faster than usual and listening to her. She closed her eyes and felt his 120 pound lanky body contort around her.
She hugged him hard and thought to herself "At least I know the feeling isn't about anyone being hurt.." and then trailed off stuck in her thoughts, however, was how cold Steve's forearms were compared to hers. His short sleeved shirt was plenty warm on a late summer day like today. She was sweating in just a blouse and caprices. She opened her eyes in curiosity, and suddenly noticed red running down Steve's neck and all the way down to his chest.
Before she could get a word out, she felt a cold, wet sensation on her neck for just a moment, than piercing pain. The sensation made her wheeze for air before letting out a big scream but, Steve used both of his legs to trip her to the ground giving him ample time and energy to lock his jaw on her jugular.
She fell on to her back while Steve sat in between her legs and held down her flailing arms. She became so stunned with pain she passed out just minuets before her actual death. She was terrified. Even though she got a clear look at Steve and knew it was him, she still considered the idea of it being an unknown attacker.
She then noticed how much slower and calmer her thoughts got as she traveled towards the light. Her last thought was a recollection back to her ironic statement about no one in her family being hurt.
She died with Steve still biting down on his mother's throat with no other thought than food. He got up and noticed the crow feathers falling from his shoulders.

I got a little carried away. This probably sucks but, I can't tell right now since I am so drugged up from being sick it is difficult to concentrate. I actually forgot what this thread was about half way through writing this lol.

My god look at that wall.

G00EY LOUIE wrote:
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Frowned

BLACK SNOW 13 wrote:Name: Rico Smith
Age: 19
Location: Algonquin
Apparel: Black Hoodie, Dark Blue Jeans, Light Weight Nikies and, a Green Backpack
Zombiefication: N/A, shot by military services........
Backstory: Just an average kid, Rico is just about to head to college when the outbreak of infected barely began. Getting trapped in Liberty City while on a transfer to Chicago. Rico had pick up a quick job and a small apartment to past time as no one was aloud to leave. Though the public was not aware, the infection was soon growing in numbers causing chaos through out the streets. Rico was lucky enough to be on the top floor with some gun nut who block the entrance to the floor the night before.

Now all Rico does is wait as he, the gun nut, a stoner, and some shy girl wait for help; but they are losing hope and now have to venture out into what is now hell, to survive.

Not to be mean but this is ZOMBIE Stories, not Survivor Stories.