It's been weeks, maybe even months when it all happened. This world has been doomed by their own inhabitants, and now they run for their lives. They run from what they created themselves! They run from... The death...
My name is Steven, 28 years old and have been running for my life ever since the day it all began. Perhaps it is what it is, perhaps this is judgement from god, if there ever was a god... My faith in him has been rather low lately because of the fact that when I needed him the most, he abbandoned me and let those I held dear die within my arms.
Now it is time for another day, but what will it bring? More death? Or perhaps a brighter future?

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The city isn't what it used to be anymore after the army came. They tried to take down those who rose up again after they had died, but it was in vain. They got obliterated by them and in the end joined their ranks. Now this city is doomed, they walk within the streets and hunt those who try to survive.
There were quite some survivors within this city but one by one they all fell, they were torn apart by those things... In the news they were called the undead, those who walk this earth after they passed away. I call them Walkers, beings who aren't even  worth being called human anymore...
When I noticed that the survivors began to decrease, I knew I had to do something... Something for this city to atleast make it liveable for those who stayed in this city and those who will come to this city...
So I did what most would do, searched trough the entire town for a suitable spot to make a shelter for those who would need it.

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In my search I found a few survivors who wanted to join the cause, so now I had some to talk to and to discuss a suitable spot with.
But it didn't lasted long, we walked straight into a horde of Walkers... Only I made it out... Perhaps one day there will a spot where we can be safe...
My search continued and I made asure that this time I would keep my eyes open for every possible group of Walkers, survivors or a suitable spot for a sanctuary. Till now I've searched high and low and even had to kill a few of these bastards to remain safe...
Perhaps this town is just not suitable for a sanctuary, but I shall try and make asure those who are still here will gain a place where they can be safe! For now, I shall wander these streets untill the day that I find it.