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Authors: Linus Locke
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their home, but not before they could each grab a shotgun and enough shells to keep the rushing horde of undead at the stairs. It’s unclear why they chose the news building, but Bradley believed none of them would have survived without them. In the matter of only a few hours, a bite Lisa received turned into an uncontrollable infection. She turned and killed two other survivors before Frank shot her.
Sara was a ten year old girl who came to work with her mother that day because she wasn’t feeling well. She was bitten by Lisa after she turned on the group. Four hours was all the longer she could hold on before she too turned into one of the undead and attacked the group. No one was hurt this time. Frank took it upon himself once again to deal with the infected. Grief caused him to take his own life the following day.
Emalynn Austin was 16 at the time of the attack, below average height with shoulder length brown hair. Her dark brown eyes always glistened in the light as if they were wet marbles. She was visiting her father, Jared, for lunch. Jared hid Emalynn in a closet on the third floor and rushed into the attackers when they came into the building. His actions helped save the lives of the other survivors also, and for that, Bradley swore to remember his sacrifice.
Jared’s death was the most brutal thing Bradley had seen in his career as a news reporter. Jared held his ground as several of the enraged attackers pounded their fists into him. Fingernails dug deep into his flesh, tearing it away in strips. The man may not have been strong, but he would fight with everything he had to protect his daughter.
The sound of bones breaking could be heard over every other sound made in those few moments. Jared’s arms and legs were bent until the bones snapped. His head was twisted back and forth. Punches landed to his body and face. Blood was spit from his mouth in sickening gurgles. When his skull finally collapsed, his attackers dropped his lifeless body and moved toward their next victim.
Safely locked away in his office, Roger hid through the whole thing. From the moment they first started to cover the riots he was cowering under his desk. He knew nothing of the news, sports, or weather, yet his business degree said he was capable of running a TV station. For the most part he did a fine enough job, and he was a nice enough guy who was always in good spirits.
Roger was obviously well fed before the attack, standing about five-foot ten-inches tall and almost three-hundred and twenty-five pounds. How he managed not to starve to death over the past year perplexed Bradley. His black hair was kept short enough for the bald spot in the back to really stand out. The bushy eyebrows that resembled fuzzy black caterpillars rested above his dark brown eyes.
Roger had a wife who was almost as heavy as him. Together they had three children. The oldest was their only son. He was nine. Their two daughters were seven and three. Roger never once mentioned them after the attack. Almost as if he cut them off as a loss and moved on.
There was a makeshift ladder that allowed Bradley to sneak out and scavenge for whatever food and water he could find. After the first couple of months living like this, he found himself relieved that only the three of them survived. Of course he was sad for the lives lost, but when the big hauls became scarce he feared it would have provoked violence amongst the members of the group. Roger caused enough problems as it was. Most of his day was spent complaining of being hungry. Many times Bradley thought of throwing him out a window and feeding him to the undead.
After the attack, he tried numerous times to broadcast a message, yet the power was unreliable. Backup generators in the building only supplied enough power to run the lights, the security system, and a few other parts of the building. There were many attempts to procure the funding to upgrade the backup power systems to allow the station to
Sara was a ten year old girl who came to work with her mother that day because she wasn’t feeling well. She was bitten by Lisa after she turned on the group. Four hours was all the longer she could hold on before she too turned into one of the undead and attacked the group. No one was hurt this time. Frank took it upon himself once again to deal with the infected. Grief caused him to take his own life the following day.
Emalynn Austin was 16 at the time of the attack, below average height with shoulder length brown hair. Her dark brown eyes always glistened in the light as if they were wet marbles. She was visiting her father, Jared, for lunch. Jared hid Emalynn in a closet on the third floor and rushed into the attackers when they came into the building. His actions helped save the lives of the other survivors also, and for that, Bradley swore to remember his sacrifice.
Jared’s death was the most brutal thing Bradley had seen in his career as a news reporter. Jared held his ground as several of the enraged attackers pounded their fists into him. Fingernails dug deep into his flesh, tearing it away in strips. The man may not have been strong, but he would fight with everything he had to protect his daughter.
The sound of bones breaking could be heard over every other sound made in those few moments. Jared’s arms and legs were bent until the bones snapped. His head was twisted back and forth. Punches landed to his body and face. Blood was spit from his mouth in sickening gurgles. When his skull finally collapsed, his attackers dropped his lifeless body and moved toward their next victim.
Safely locked away in his office, Roger hid through the whole thing. From the moment they first started to cover the riots he was cowering under his desk. He knew nothing of the news, sports, or weather, yet his business degree said he was capable of running a TV station. For the most part he did a fine enough job, and he was a nice enough guy who was always in good spirits.
Roger was obviously well fed before the attack, standing about five-foot ten-inches tall and almost three-hundred and twenty-five pounds. How he managed not to starve to death over the past year perplexed Bradley. His black hair was kept short enough for the bald spot in the back to really stand out. The bushy eyebrows that resembled fuzzy black caterpillars rested above his dark brown eyes.
Roger had a wife who was almost as heavy as him. Together they had three children. The oldest was their only son. He was nine. Their two daughters were seven and three. Roger never once mentioned them after the attack. Almost as if he cut them off as a loss and moved on.
There was a makeshift ladder that allowed Bradley to sneak out and scavenge for whatever food and water he could find. After the first couple of months living like this, he found himself relieved that only the three of them survived. Of course he was sad for the lives lost, but when the big hauls became scarce he feared it would have provoked violence amongst the members of the group. Roger caused enough problems as it was. Most of his day was spent complaining of being hungry. Many times Bradley thought of throwing him out a window and feeding him to the undead.
After the attack, he tried numerous times to broadcast a message, yet the power was unreliable. Backup generators in the building only supplied enough power to run the lights, the security system, and a few other parts of the building. There were many attempts to procure the funding to upgrade the backup power systems to allow the station to
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