Out taking care of the trash because it was part of his chores, Johnny Vincent looked up at the twinkling stars that were far, far away up in space.  Suddenly, a dark, limping figure crawled toward him during the night.  A few more figures walked toward him as he cast an uneasy look to them.  When the figures finally reached the streetlight Johnny was under and he noticed that they were not dark figures, but zombies.  Light shined on the zombies, and Johnny had to run inside to equip the sharp metal rod above his fireplace that his father used to move around the logs in it.  Thrashing the metal rod into the zombie's chests until they were in a pile of blood and bone, Johnny ran upstairs and locked his bedroom door, and he held the metal rod, his only weapon.  The next day, his family watched in horror on the news when they found out that the U.S.A. was being overrun with zombies.

    Out taking care of the trash because it was part of his chores, Johnny Vincent looked up at the twinkling stars that were far, far away up in space.  Suddenly, a dark, limping figure crawled toward him during the night.  A few more figures walked toward him as he cast an uneasy look to them.  When the figures finally reached the streetlight Johnny was under and he noticed that they were not dark figures, but zombies.  Light shined on the zombies, and Johnny had to run inside to equip the sharp metal rod above his fireplace that his father used to move around the logs in it.  Thrashing the metal rod into the zombie's chests until they were in a pile of blood and bone, Johnny ran upstairs and locked his bedroom door, and he held the metal rod, his only weapon.  The next day, his family watched in horror on the news when they found out that the U.S.A. was being overrun with zombies.

Out taking care of the trash because it was part of his chores, Johnny Vincent looked up at the twinkling stars that were far, far away up in space.  Suddenly, a dark, limping figure crawled toward him during the night.  A few more figures walked toward him as he cast an uneasy look to them.  When the figures finally reached the streetlight Johnny was under and he noticed that they were not dark figures, but zombies.  Light shined on the zombies, and Johnny had to run inside to equip the sharp metal rod above his fireplace that his father used to move around the logs in it.  Thrashing the metal rod into the zombie's chests until they were in a pile of blood and bone, Johnny ran upstairs and locked his bedroom door, and he held the metal rod, his only weapon.  The next day, his family watched in horror on the news when they found out that the U.S.A. was being overrun with zombies.

    He glanced down at it - his metal rod, that is. It was secured around his crotch with a belt, and was sticking out, it's tip covered in zombie blood. A thought came to him during this trance-like state of thought. He couldn't help but speak out loud. "My, my, my. According to scientific experiments held in the past decade, the hip muscles are the strongest in the human body. If all people were to obtain and equip a rod like mine, they would be able to pump their hips and penetrate the zombie's body much quicker than they would with their arms. Killing would be a snap!" The idea seemed silly at first, but it grew on him, much like Moose's broad chest does. He would take his place into action, and give the American people a sense of hope!

    His stomach was starting to growl, thinking about the zombies made him want to eat vegetables, even though he loved to eat meat. The doorbell rung after he took a bit out of a carrot, going into a sense of fear. Could the ringer be one of those zombies, or his friend, or even one of the outsiders. He had to look, he felt a bit scared that his parents were killed that morning, the zombie with a hole in the chest lay on the middle of the floor. He couldn't help saying something out loud, "I'll avenge you family." He walked to the front door, metal rod in hand, and opened the door.

Out taking care of the trash because it was part of his chores, Johnny Vincent looked up at the twinkling stars that were far, far away up in space. Suddenly, a dark, limping figure crawled toward him during the night. A few more figures walked toward him as he cast an uneasy look to them. When the figures finally reached the streetlight Johnny was under and he noticed that they were not dark figures, but zombies. Light shined on the zombies, and Johnny had to run inside to equip the sharp metal rod above his fireplace that his father used to move around the logs in it. Thrashing the metal rod into the zombie's chests until they were in a pile of blood and bone, Johnny ran upstairs and locked his bedroom door, and he held the metal rod, his only weapon. The next day, his family watched in horror on the news when they found out that the U.S.A. was being overrun with zombies.

    He glanced down at it - his metal rod, that is. It was secured around his crotch with a belt, and was sticking out, it's tip covered in zombie blood. A thought came to him during this trance-like state of thought. He couldn't help but speak out loud. "My, my, my. According to scientific experiments held in the past decade, the hip muscles are the strongest in the human body. If all people were to obtain and equip a rod like mine, they would be able to pump their hips and penetrate the zombie's body much quicker than they would with their arms. Killing would be a snap!" The idea seemed silly at first, but it grew on him, much like Moose's broad chest does. He would take his place into action, and give the American people a sense of hope!

     His stomach was starting to growl, thinking about the zombies made him want to eat vegetables, even though he loved to eat meat. The doorbell rung after he took a bit out of a carrot, going into a sense of fear. Could the ringer be one of those zombies, or his friend, or even one of the outsiders. He had to look, he felt a bit scared that his parents were killed that morning, the zombie with a hole in the chest lay on the middle of the floor. He couldn't help saying something out loud, "I'll avenge you family." He walked to the front door, metal rod in hand, and opened the door.

    He was greeted by a pair of armed marines, rifles pointed at his face, and herded into a large truck. It was explained to him that the zombies were being animated by a disease produced by the Zerg, which was not, after careful examination by scientists, though to have any kind of effect on live humans. However, they were trying to protect people by moving them into smaller camps, which would be protected by the military. Johnny took this all in stride, while reflecting how similar the situation was to his plethora of video games from Old Earth. While he was getting into the truck, he noted how two other marines were opening the door to his neighbors house - and how they shot whatever horror it is that came out. One of the marines threw up after looking inside, while the other quickly used a stimpack to avoid suffering the same fate. As he got into the truck, he thought about how much his life had changed within the next two days - and then, the community alarm sounded.

     He couldn't help it. The loud noise caused him to panic, and he began to attack all near him with his hip-thrusting movements. This didn't last long, though, as a marine stopped him almost immediately and forced him to calm down. In a much calmer state, he began to question the marines further - where were they going, how, when, etc. It came as no surprise to him that they were headed to Planet Q-31, the Terran confederate's experimental planet. New technologies were being developed, and Terran and Protoss were sharing their knowledge in an attempt to thwart the menace Zerg

     There was a small thump as the truck hit one of the zombies standing on the street. There were people around him, survivors, and marines. He had no knowledge of why this was happening, then as the truck passed over a bridge on the way to the dropship, it crashed, diverted by a huge ultralisk on the road. "Shit, ultralisks!" the driver shouted as the truck rammed over the edge of the bridge. The water felt cold on his face as the truck hit the water, he quickly thought, O shit, i'm gonna drown. He tried to save the others, but still tried to find an exit out of the slowly flooded truck. He found a hole, only he could fit inside it. He wriggled through it, and left the others to die.

    Out taking care of the trash because it was part of his chores, Johnny Vincent looked up at the twinkling stars that were far, far away up in space. Suddenly, a dark, limping figure crawled toward him during the night. A few more figures walked toward him as he cast an uneasy look to them. When the figures finally reached the streetlight Johnny was under and he noticed that they were not dark figures, but zombies. Light shined on the zombies, and Johnny had to run inside to equip the sharp metal rod above his fireplace that his father used to move around the logs in it. Thrashing the metal rod into the zombie's chests until they were in a pile of blood and bone, Johnny ran upstairs and locked his bedroom door, and he held the metal rod, his only weapon. The next day, his family watched in horror on the news when they found out that the U.S.A. was being overrun with zombies.

   He glanced down at it - his metal rod, that is. It was secured around his crotch with a belt, and was sticking out, it's tip covered in zombie blood. A thought came to him during this trance-like state of thought. He couldn't help but speak out loud. "My, my, my. According to scientific experiments held in the past decade, the hip muscles are the strongest in the human body. If all people were to obtain and equip a rod like mine, they would be able to pump their hips and penetrate the zombie's body much quicker than they would with their arms. Killing would be a snap!" The idea seemed silly at first, but it grew on him, much like Moose's broad chest does. He would take his place into action, and give the American people a sense of hope!

    His stomach was starting to growl, thinking about the zombies made him want to eat vegetables, even though he loved to eat meat. The doorbell rung after he took a bit out of a carrot, going into a sense of fear. Could the ringer be one of those zombies, or his friend, or even one of the outsiders. He had to look, he felt a bit scared that his parents were killed that morning, the zombie with a hole in the chest lay on the middle of the floor. He couldn't help saying something out loud, "I'll avenge you family." He walked to the front door, metal rod in hand, and opened the door.

   He was greeted by a pair of armed marines, rifles pointed at his face, and herded into a large truck. It was explained to him that the zombies were being animated by a disease produced by the Zerg, which was not, after careful examination by scientists, though to have any kind of effect on live humans. However, they were trying to protect people by moving them into smaller camps, which would be protected by the military. Johnny took this all in stride, while reflecting how similar the situation was to his plethora of video games from Old Earth. While he was getting into the truck, he noted how two other marines were opening the door to his neighbors house - and how they shot whatever horror it is that came out. One of the marines threw up after looking inside, while the other quickly used a stimpack to avoid suffering the same fate. As he got into the truck, he thought about how much his life had changed within the next two days - and then, the community alarm sounded.

    He couldn't help it. The loud noise caused him to panic, and he began to attack all near him with his hip-thrusting movements. This didn't last long, though, as a marine stopped him almost immediately and forced him to calm down. In a much calmer state, he began to question the marines further - where were they going, how, when, etc. It came as no surprise to him that they were headed to Planet Q-31, the Terran confederate's experimental planet. New technologies were being developed, and Terran and Protoss were sharing their knowledge in an attempt to thwart the menace Zerg

    There was a small thump as the truck hit one of the zombies standing on the street. There were people around him, survivors, and marines. He had no knowledge of why this was happening, then as the truck passed over a bridge on the way to the dropship, it crashed, diverted by a huge ultralisk on the road. "Shit, ultralisks!" the driver shouted as the truck rammed over the edge of the bridge. The water felt cold on his face as the truck hit the water, he quickly thought, O shit, i'm gonna drown. He tried to save the others, but still tried to find an exit out of the slowly flooded truck. He found a hole, only he could fit inside it. He wriggled through it, and left the others to die.

    Out in the world, all by himself with nothing but himself, a sharp rod, and a horde of zombies roaming the streets.  Johnny Vincent knew it was time to find survivors and get a more fatal weapon, a gun.  Johnny quickly thought, Bob's guns!  The local gun store for hunting, it would surely be packed with survivors and ammunition.  The crash had stunned him, and he needed a few seconds to help himself back up, and that was when the zombies limped towards him with their arms outstretched.

    Out taking care of the trash because it was part of his chores, Johnny Vincent looked up at the twinkling stars that were far, far away up in space. Suddenly, a dark, limping figure crawled toward him during the night. A few more figures walked toward him as he cast an uneasy look to them. When the figures finally reached the streetlight Johnny was under and he noticed that they were not dark figures, but zombies. Light shined on the zombies, and Johnny had to run inside to equip the sharp metal rod above his fireplace that his father used to move around the logs in it. Thrashing the metal rod into the zombie's chests until they were in a pile of blood and bone, Johnny ran upstairs and locked his bedroom door, and he held the metal rod, his only weapon. The next day, his family watched in horror on the news when they found out that the U.S.A. was being overrun with zombies.

   He glanced down at it - his metal rod, that is. It was secured around his crotch with a belt, and was sticking out, it's tip covered in zombie blood. A thought came to him during this trance-like state of thought. He couldn't help but speak out loud. "My, my, my. According to scientific experiments held in the past decade, the hip muscles are the strongest in the human body. If all people were to obtain and equip a rod like mine, they would be able to pump their hips and penetrate the zombie's body much quicker than they would with their arms. Killing would be a snap!" The idea seemed silly at first, but it grew on him, much like Moose's broad chest does. He would take his place into action, and give the American people a sense of hope!

    His stomach was starting to growl, thinking about the zombies made him want to eat vegetables, even though he loved to eat meat. The doorbell rung after he took a bit out of a carrot, going into a sense of fear. Could the ringer be one of those zombies, or his friend, or even one of the outsiders. He had to look, he felt a bit scared that his parents were killed that morning, the zombie with a hole in the chest lay on the middle of the floor. He couldn't help saying something out loud, "I'll avenge you family." He walked to the front door, metal rod in hand, and opened the door.

   He was greeted by a pair of armed marines, rifles pointed at his face, and herded into a large truck. It was explained to him that the zombies were being animated by a disease produced by the Zerg, which was not, after careful examination by scientists, though to have any kind of effect on live humans. However, they were trying to protect people by moving them into smaller camps, which would be protected by the military. Johnny took this all in stride, while reflecting how similar the situation was to his plethora of video games from Old Earth. While he was getting into the truck, he noted how two other marines were opening the door to his neighbors house - and how they shot whatever horror it is that came out. One of the marines threw up after looking inside, while the other quickly used a stimpack to avoid suffering the same fate. As he got into the truck, he thought about how much his life had changed within the next two days - and then, the community alarm sounded.

    He couldn't help it. The loud noise caused him to panic, and he began to attack all near him with his hip-thrusting movements. This didn't last long, though, as a marine stopped him almost immediately and forced him to calm down. In a much calmer state, he began to question the marines further - where were they going, how, when, etc. It came as no surprise to him that they were headed to Planet Q-31, the Terran confederate's experimental planet. New technologies were being developed, and Terran and Protoss were sharing their knowledge in an attempt to thwart the menace Zerg

    There was a small thump as the truck hit one of the zombies standing on the street. There were people around him, survivors, and marines. He had no knowledge of why this was happening, then as the truck passed over a bridge on the way to the dropship, it crashed, diverted by a huge ultralisk on the road. "Shit, ultralisks!" the driver shouted as the truck rammed over the edge of the bridge. The water felt cold on his face as the truck hit the water, he quickly thought, O shit, i'm gonna drown. He tried to save the others, but still tried to find an exit out of the slowly flooded truck. He found a hole, only he could fit inside it. He wriggled through it, and left the others to die.

    Out in the world, all by himself with nothing but himself, a sharp rod, and a horde of zombies roaming the streets.  Johnny Vincent knew it was time to find survivors and get a more fatal weapon, a gun.  Johnny quickly thought, Bob's guns!  The local gun store for hunting, it would surely be packed with survivors and ammunition.  The crash had stunned him, and he needed a few seconds to help himself back up, and that was when the zombies limped towards him with their arms outstretched.

    Sweat trickled down Johnny's face.  "I'm not gonna make it, I'm not gonna make it," he thought in his head as the zombies limped closer.  He brought up a mental image of his parents, and the beast inside him grew hungrier.  "YOU KILL MY PARENTS, NOW I'LL SLAUGHTER YOU!" Johnny shouted in anger at the zombies.  "Br-r-r-ains."  Johnny jumped up, pulled out his iron rod, and wailed at the zombies until they were nothing but motionless body parts.  The anger was out of him, and he headed toward Bob's Guns.  The zerg and terran marines were hallucinations of the real zombies he had from shock, and from playing too much StarCraft, he thought to himself.  On the way to Bob's Guns, Johnny Vincent took out a small checklist he made when he was younger that he kept with him in case of a zombie outbreak.  The list read:

Out taking care of the trash because it was part of his chores, Johnny Vincent looked up at the twinkling stars that were far, far away up in space. Suddenly, a dark, limping figure crawled toward him during the night. A few more figures walked toward him as he cast an uneasy look to them. When the figures finally reached the streetlight Johnny was under and he noticed that they were not dark figures, but zombies. Light shined on the zombies, and Johnny had to run inside to equip the sharp metal rod above his fireplace that his father used to move around the logs in it. Thrashing the metal rod into the zombie's chests until they were in a pile of blood and bone, Johnny ran upstairs and locked his bedroom door, and he held the metal rod, his only weapon. The next day, his family watched in horror on the news when they found out that the U.S.A. was being overrun with zombies.

He glanced down at it - his metal rod, that is. It was secured around his crotch with a belt, and was sticking out, it's tip covered in zombie blood. A thought came to him during this trance-like state of thought. He couldn't help but speak out loud. "My, my, my. According to scientific experiments held in the past decade, the hip muscles are the strongest in the human body. If all people were to obtain and equip a rod like mine, they would be able to pump their hips and penetrate the zombie's body much quicker than they would with their arms. Killing would be a snap!" The idea seemed silly at first, but it grew on him, much like Moose's broad chest does. He would take his place into action, and give the American people a sense of hope!

His stomach was starting to growl, thinking about the zombies made him want to eat vegetables, even though he loved to eat meat. The doorbell rung after he took a bit out of a carrot, going into a sense of fear. Could the ringer be one of those zombies, or his friend, or even one of the outsiders. He had to look, he felt a bit scared that his parents were killed that morning, the zombie with a hole in the chest lay on the middle of the floor. He couldn't help saying something out loud, "I'll avenge you family." He walked to the front door, metal rod in hand, and opened the door.

He was greeted by a pair of armed marines, rifles pointed at his face, and herded into a large truck. It was explained to him that the zombies were being animated by a disease produced by the Zerg, which was not, after careful examination by scientists, though to have any kind of effect on live humans. However, they were trying to protect people by moving them into smaller camps, which would be protected by the military. Johnny took this all in stride, while reflecting how similar the situation was to his plethora of video games from Old Earth. While he was getting into the truck, he noted how two other marines were opening the door to his neighbors house - and how they shot whatever horror it is that came out. One of the marines threw up after looking inside, while the other quickly used a stimpack to avoid suffering the same fate. As he got into the truck, he thought about how much his life had changed within the next two days - and then, the community alarm sounded.

He couldn't help it. The loud noise caused him to panic, and he began to attack all near him with his hip-thrusting movements. This didn't last long, though, as a marine stopped him almost immediately and forced him to calm down. In a much calmer state, he began to question the marines further - where were they going, how, when, etc. It came as no surprise to him that they were headed to Planet Q-31, the Terran confederate's experimental planet. New technologies were being developed, and Terran and Protoss were sharing their knowledge in an attempt to thwart the menace Zerg

There was a small thump as the truck hit one of the zombies standing on the street. There were people around him, survivors, and marines. He had no knowledge of why this was happening, then as the truck passed over a bridge on the way to the dropship, it crashed, diverted by a huge ultralisk on the road. "Shit, ultralisks!" the driver shouted as the truck rammed over the edge of the bridge. The water felt cold on his face as the truck hit the water, he quickly thought, O shit, i'm gonna drown. He tried to save the others, but still tried to find an exit out of the slowly flooded truck. He found a hole, only he could fit inside it. He wriggled through it, and left the others to die.

Out in the world, all by himself with nothing but himself, a sharp rod, and a horde of zombies roaming the streets. Johnny Vincent knew it was time to find survivors and get a more fatal weapon, a gun. Johnny quickly thought, Bob's guns! The local gun store for hunting, it would surely be packed with survivors and ammunition. The crash had stunned him, and he needed a few seconds to help himself back up, and that was when the zombies limped towards him with their arms outstretched.

Sweat trickled down Johnny's face. "I'm not gonna make it, I'm not gonna make it," he thought in his head as the zombies limped closer. He brought up a mental image of his parents, and the beast inside him grew hungrier. "YOU KILL MY PARENTS, NOW I'LL SLAUGHTER YOU!" Johnny shouted in anger at the zombies. "Br-r-r-ains." Johnny jumped up, pulled out his iron rod, and wailed at the zombies until they were nothing but motionless body parts. The anger was out of him, and he headed toward Bob's Guns. The zerg and terran marines were hallucinations of the real zombies he had from shock, and from playing too much StarCraft, he thought to himself. On the way to Bob's Guns, Johnny Vincent took out a small checklist he made when he was younger that he kept with him in case of a zombie outbreak. The list read:

SPAS-12 Shotgun
Grenades
Flamethrower [if available and ammo is readily available]
Cake
Ammunition
Rations
Water

He sighed, and stepped inside the battered looted shop. Everyone had already come and gone... The guns were already missing, but since his dad once worked in a gun shop, he knew the tricks of the trade. He walked behind the counter and peered beneath, taped to the counter was a shotgun and a note stating: 'Ammo stash under front mat.' He shrugged, and lifted the mat under the door, a small hard to notice trapdoor was underneath, he pulled it open, and saw several boxes of ammo and a pistol. He gathered the stuff up, and looked for something to carry it in, someone had left one of the save the environment bag things, so he loaded the gear inside, and headed towards the mall down the street.

Suddenly, a few zombies came falling off the buildings near him, he grabbed the pistol and pointed at the slowly rising zombies. He couldn't believe it, they fell about 4 stories, and didnt bust up like most people do. Shit, the zombies are faster, but they still look the same, he thought. He shot about five times at one of them, but the zombie didnt go down. Then he ran up to run of them, and ran the metal rod though the chest. The zombie outstretched his arms, and grabbed Johnny, and tried to bite him...

    It was one of the psychopath zombies, a choice few of infected humans to be one of the alpha zombies, a smart, and not mindless zombie.  "Br-r-r-ains!"  Johnny wielded the iron rod like a light saber and swung it at the zombie's head, which flew off and hit the nearby wall in a bloody mess.  The zombie grew another head to replace the now dead one.  As if by convenience, a flamethrower, conveniently packed with a stock of ammunition nearby had a message attached to it: 'In case of emergency.'  "Br-r-r-ains!"  Johnny equipped the flamethrower while the psychopath was stunned regrowing a head.  Johnny said, "I love the smell of napalm!" when he cackled with glee at the psychopath, now burnt to a crisp in ashes.  Johnny remembered in science class a while back that something burning to ashed was a chemical change, and irreversible, so the psychopath was gone, for good.  Johnny headed over to the local mall, where survivors would be in a fortified position, at least he hoped.