Its a zombie RP city, nothing to much to know about it, a plane crashed, tearing the ground. The plane was carrying subjects that were infected with the virus, they massed the citizens, tearing them all down. Soon as possible the national gaurd came but failed, so the guard the outer limits of the city. So far the zombies are at a range of 60-100 thousand. Survivors live either inside hightop buildings, or well barracaded ground level buildings. Maybe even the mall down in the middle of the city.
This is a view from where Ex lives, the picture is dated 1 week after the outbreak. Everything is hell, people are running for their lifes, not knowing what to do, those who have learned to adapt are adapting fast, and setting up barracades, and getting in groups.
This is a view from where Ex lives dated 4 weeks after the outbreak, everything is run down and destroyed, most of the adapted are in groups of 10-34, but that only increases the smell, so the smart stay in groups of 2-6, make sure they have food and supplies. Ex although lives by himself inside a run down clock tower, it is safe and barracaded. He killed the guard that was suppose to make sure he didn't escape, he has guns and ammo, he barracaded the building at level 8 of the structure, and destroyed the stairs so they cannot get to him. There is only one way up and one way down, a make shift area that allows him, and only him to use.
Finally, there was only a small group of survivors left holding out at the mall, where they set downt he barracades and the metal covers so they zombies couldn't break in. Ex stood there, as the final remains of the city crumbled and fell down, the National Guard still sat there, waiting for any last survivors, and making sure none of the beasts escaped. This was finally week 17. The outbreak had not escaped, and this was still unknown about. The goverment had no problems as what it seemed to keep it hidden...well, that is until Ex got out.
