The Walking dead CVnU: The Reboot---Episode 1

Nobody knows exactly what started it, there's speculations, ideas that never really live long enough to be considered concrete possibilities. Not to say that that the few people still alive have time to take up an interest in them. We've got it hard enough trying to forget them.

It's been five years since the dead started walking again. To tell you the truth, wondering how it's possible that people can rise from the grave...it's just a way to pass the time, no different than playing cards between sprinting for our lives. When you've got a rotten jaw inches from your face gnashing, not sure what'll get you first the teeth or that thin line of drool that hangs precariously from the corners, that introspective shit just loses all reason.

The world has been ravaged by the dead. There is no longer a sense of community, only the sense that there used to be. The dead can walk and the inanimate can be masochistic, reminding you of what you'll never have again; Safety, strength, trust.

If your smart you'll do one of two things. Find a place to hold up and learn to live off of the bare minimum, or take to the road. Staying in place offers familiarity that can help make it easier to survive and limit your chances of being cornered. But there's also the factor that sooner or later, your going to run out of food. We all end up on the road at some point and it's a Russian Roulette game every time you do. It's always a long walk, you might not find shelter and have to sleep alone in the dark to keep from drawing any of them in. Many a bodies I've found writhing in zipped sleeping bags.

Its a survival game but only in the strictest sense of the word. No matter where you go and how far you get, these ugly some bitches are gonna take a bite of you at some point. Who knows why we push on.

We;ve been dead since this started, we just don't know it.

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I didn't see a reason to describe the world, yall know. :P

No super powers, no happening to be the son of a famous samurai, etc. If you have any skills that help you kill these things sell them as realistically as possible.

Have fun with it.

Taylor says I it's a plague some sort of airborn virus likely a biological weapon like an artificial plague. But I chalk that up as just my sister making conspiracy theories. Just her way to pass the time. Now adays you got to have hobbies I think. Your in your head a lot or atleast I am.

I used to be a junkie for video games and sports. Cheer soccer track basketball even have tried some parkour, fucking anything athletic. It's served me well to as when the walkers come in number I'm not the one they'll catch. Granted I hate leaving people as corpse food but Taylor says.

"Family before Hunter, Hunter before food, food before kids, kids before people." That's my sister the survivalist. Dad was a hunter and Taylor she was more into class work and hunting with dad. She's resourceful thanks to that always has plans and usually keeps a level head. She's also who trained Hunter are pet falcon. It's a bitch to keep a pet but it's how we rember dad best. He was training Hunter for about a month before the outbreak.

For the past five years we've been held up in this home. Used to be eight of us. Now it's down to Taylor and I and one other. I try to not acknowledge people have names anymore. Makes you care which blows seeing how most people die anyway.

Iowa Five Years After The Fall

A lone zombie approached a large metal fence the barking of dogs could be heard as it sunk its lifeless hands onto the cold metal and pushed a bit on it but the lone zombie had no chance of pushing the fence over especially as a bullet went clean through his eye and flew out the back of its head the zombie slumped to the ground and stopped moving as its only driving force was destroyed at the end of the sniper was a smallish frame belonging to a sixteen year old boy his friends called him billy but nowadays he just went by bill. Billy pulled the lever on the side of his rifle and an empty shell came flying out of the cartridge he took another quick look through the scope making sure the walker didn't have any more friends after he was satisfied that it was alone he came down from his perch on a large lookout tower from which he could observe the entire camp .

The camp he lived in was quite large it was a former commune when they found it which meant it was full of decked out cabins and plenty of room to grow vegetables and stuff places like these were meant to survive the collapse of society although this was manned by tree huggers which meant they weren't exactly armed when the zombies came through you could tell that much by all the blood although by the time they got their there were no corpses they must have all migrated.

Even without fortifications it was the perfect place to hole up and survive this apocalypse besides room to grow food their was a nearby lake which mean't they could filter and drink it and use it to grow plants and take showers another amazing thing this place had hot showers it uses some insane solar heating system that billy never understood he just knew you filled it with water and it came out hot from the top all he had to do was put up the fence and the guard posts and some other little touches .

Of course he didn't do this alone he was only about twelve when they stumbled on this place no their were a lot of others before then they all kind of just disappeared one by one either to walkers or people some just gave up soon their weren't many of them left and when the bandits came they managed to kill them at the cost of the rest of the group and one of bills eyes of course it hurt his eye to think about those times .

Billy walked around the camp as his three mutts came running towards him eager for some loving he started petting them the biggest one was a black lab male named blackie he had no idea what the other two were even their colors were a mix they had some brown tan even a little white but he knew one was male the other was female so he called them lady and guy not original names but the dogs never seemed to mind them .

You would think it would be hard to feed dogs in these times but that dry stuff never expires and they pack it in bulk as well so Billy had enough stored up to last them a long time after Bill was done petting them he sent the dogs away and took another look around his camp everything was so quiet it was kind of depressing he had not talked to another human in a while in fact he could not remember the last time he spoke at all their was never really a point to doing it .

He went through his day as usual watering the plants, checking the borders ,feeding the dogs ,reading books from his own personal library of books they scavenged from the town library , after that the sun started to go down so he went to his cabin called the dogs inside and they laid down in their dog beds swiped from a pet store .Billys cabin was rather simple a bed with one of those tempurpedic mattresses in it and a desk with a logbook on it he sat down opened the book and pulled out a pencil from inside the desk inside he wrote how his day went which was how all his day went but still he wrote in this thing he could never figure out why .

After that he put out the candle that was burning on his desk climbed under his blankets closed his eyes and went to sleep as he prepared for another day of the same things .

Zombie Survival Chapter One: Cornered Rats.

Somehow two of survivors made it out of what hundreds within the same zipcode had not. Luck was on their side it had seemed to some extent. They somehow managed to last out that first night, which was by far the worst. Now it seems like a distant memory, its been five years give or take, Hank McNeil figures by his account. Accompanying him is his now only daughter, his other two and his wife were not so lucky. Which leads to exactly why the first night was the worst, even though there had been harder nights since in terms of chances of survival. Somehow they have managed.

"Hank."

"I told you not to call me that..."

"Oh... Sorry... I meant to say,Dad."

"What is it now?"

"How much longer, are we going to hide down here?"

"As long as we can kiddo. As long as we can."

Hank McNeil and his teenage daughter are holed up in a section of sewer. It took him weeks to close off all the entrances and exits, in order to seal them inside as tightly as a drum. A manhole cover that is allowing airflow so that they don't suffocate keeps them breathing, however it has been welded shut from the inside. Nothing is coming, and nothing is going out without a fair bit of work.

Inside the section of sewer that Hank had discovered and chosen for his little project was a vacant chamber, that was no longer in use. It made for a cozy little living space for the most part. Hank figured that their best chances for survival from something that was seemingly killing off the entire human race was to not act like people anymore, he figured that if they acted like rodents they would be just fine. And so far it had seemed to be working as planned.

He knew of course that they had to move on at some point, they couldn't stay holed up forever. Their minds would snap, some form of cabin fever would take them. He had just a little more work to do to the safe haven, and then they would be able to come and go as they please. It had only been a few weeks that they have been on lock-down so to say. It has been easier sleeping, not worrying that a Walker was going to crawl up on you in the night and take a big bite. There was the peace of mind here in this place, but it was also a prison make no mistake and no one likes to stay cooped up forever.

"Absolute crap" Joiner says. Rummaging through the cupboards, pharmaceutical bags and emergency packages, he notices how - though little supplies, preserved they were. It seemed as if people intended to return and take the rest. Hesitant at first sigh, Joiner stuffs everything into his backpack. Making his way towards the exit, he takes one final look at the place. "Sorry."

The whole town surrounding Joiner has been blocked off by large 8 ft tall walls with only two entrances/exits; the barricade at the far end of the street and the manholes that run out south. He'd seen the town weeks prior but decided to wait awhile in case people - particularly bandits had taken control of the place. It only seemed like the most secure and habitable zone in the area, though still too small for people to plant their flag on as permanent territory. Joiner takes out a local map of the town, showing the only so notable locations such as Tarren's Tires, The Mote and Redstop. Joiner throws the map on the ground in frustration, having hoped to find more in what he presumed to be the answer to his prayers.

Joiner climbs over the gate he rammed into with one of the Redstop trucks, walking along the road that leads to nowhere he hadn't already scouted for days. Several times did Joiner want to burst out in anger having not eaten properly in days.

Night.

Joiner lies on top of an RV parked a few miles away from town as walkers pass below him. He listens closely to the walkers moaning, distracting though preparing him in that dangerous environment. As Joiner closes his eyes, he reminisces about the days he would gladly send groups of 4 or more men out scavenging in his place. He would lay in his tent, knowing that when he'd awaken however many hours later, they'd still be out there struggling with his job. Just then did Joiner have something to laugh about. Later.

Someone screams and Joiner sits up in a heart beat. He looks around as walkers continue to pass, though one immediately spotting him and waving it's hands at his presence."Crap!"Joiner breathed. The other walkers notice him atop the RV and begin clawing by the sides of the roof. Joiner whips out his knife though with no clue what to do in the situation. He turns around to see walkers climbing on the hood of the RV. He jumps at the walkers making their way up, jamming his knife into their skulls one at a time. He pushes their corpses down the hood, blocking others from climbing. He goes to the other end of the RV, less walkers surrounding. Seeing a clear space on the road, he decides to make a jump for it. "Here goes nothin'..." Joiner dives a few inches over the 5 walkers at the back of the RV, scraping his arms as he rolls over on impact. "Agh!" He screams. Walkers lunge at him as he crawls away, trying to get on his feet. One walker attempts to grab onto his leg, though Joiner just manages to get up, making his way towards the woods.

He limps his way to a tree, catching his breath though with 12 or more walkers right behind him. Someone screams again. He quickly looks behind to see several walkers approaching and begins running towards the voice, only deeper in the woods.

Another scream. Sounded like a name this time. "Shit!" Joiner shouts. He keeps moving.

Iowa Billy's Camp

Bill's eyes opened as he sat up yawned and stretched out as usual while sleeping he had rolled around and woke up in an unusual position Billy imagined he was having better sleep these days then most other living people he climbed out of his bed and his feet hit the cold panels of the wooden cabin floor making him pause for a moment as he got his bearings the dogs were up as well clearly waiting for their master to get up so they could go outside and do their business.Billy walked to the door and undid the metal latch on his side part of the fortifications were putting latches and stuff on the cabin doors making sure someone could seal themselves inside if zombies ever got into the camp.

The dogs ran outside and bill yawned once more as the morning breeze rolled in he went back inside his room and changed picking out some clean clothes from his drawer and putting them on he then grabbed his hat and watch and put those on then he reached under his bed and grabbed his rifle and put the strap over his shoulder fully dressed and ready to go he headed out closing the door behind him .

Today he was planning on going into town it was a rather far walk so he was going to take his bike in case he did not make it back tonight he a little extra food out for the dogs though he should be back by tomorrow morning Bill went into the storage shed and grabbed a backpack to take some stuff with him he then went over to the food storage grabbed a few snack bars and a carrot he wasn't going to need much food even if he spent the night over their .

The town had been cleared out by Billy's group a while ago most of the folks who didn't die left for greener pastures so all they had to do was clear out the zombies something that was done by placing some people on roofs giving them guns and a lot of ammo then making loud noises to draw zombies to the firing range the whole thing went off without a hitch .

At first although a final sweep revealed some of the undead had been unable to leave their homes a fact they found out too late to save one of their own from the gruesome death chomp of a walker anyways after that they constructed a safe zone in the shopping district making the roofs accessible to all those who could climb ladder so even if zombies came they would be unable to reach anybody .

To Bill it was kind of like a playground since their was so much to do and whenever you were their you could almost forget what the world around you was like almost it was important that we always kept that in mind .Billy did a sweep of the camp then went to the makeshift garage and grabbed his bike it was black with flames on it he thought it looked cool although Mike used to say it made him look like a little kid .

He paused as he thought of Mike one of the last residents of the town he was a former mechanic / blacksmith he called himself a blacksmith because he had become the towns local sword crafter and he also thought blacksmith sounded awesome that was one of the first places they fixed up when restoring the shopping district that little sword studio of his Mike always had a smirk on his face but when he was working on his blades you probably couldn't find a happier person anywhere in the world .

He had even made billy his apprentice showing him how to sharpen a blade to the best of his ability it was something Bill had been surprisingly quick at learning although he knew his skills weren't on the same level as Mike .Bill walked his bike to a door on the side of the fence it had a little keyhole on it which he placed his key into and it unlocked after which he rolled his bike outside and shut the door behind him causing the it to lock .

After that Bill hoped on his bike and began pedaling racing towards the town trying to get their as quickly as possible even at his current pace it would be a little while before he reached the dead town as he rode his thoughts drifted to the time before all this when he had friends and family for some reason that made him pedal a little faster.

Dawn.

Joiner is running through the woods, almost out of breath and with no clip in his gun. The screaming has stopped, leaving him with no directions. Far ahead of the walkers trailing him, he can still hear the moaning as they are formed in a mini-herd. Catching his breath, he keeps running ahead. It's difficult to see having to push his way through branches and bushes. He almost trips on his own misstep, running aimlessly. Joiner reaches an open area, perfect for people - or himself in this case, to camp out. He slumps himself on a rock in the middle of the opening, easy to spot any walkers from sneaking up on him.

It's quiet now. Joiner runs his hand through his hair and lays back on the rock, breathing deeply. He leans forward in frustration, knowing he can't just sit there and do nothing. He stands in a stretching manner as if he'd awoken from one of his usual naps. He looks at the rock behind him wanting to sit back down. "Wouldn't hurt..." Joiner whispers to himself. He falls back down on the slump, sighing in relief. Opening one eye in alert for walkers, he quickly sits up again, annoyed. He slaps his face with both hands, trying to properly wake up. Joiner stands, brushing himself off. He forcingly begins walking again, clearly wanting to rest.

Slightly more calm at this point, Joiner has a clear view of where he's going. He's trying to map out where the road would be from his location. He looks to his left, seeing a clearer opening than to his right, filled with more branches he's likely to drive into. He heads right, knowing that he'd only be going deeper into the forest otherwise. Joiner climbs up a few small cliffs. He comes on top to see 2 walkers ahead, not noticing him. Joiner walks casually trying to avoid them; or rather prepared if they were to attack him. One walker spots him, growling and alerting the other one. Joiner continues walking.

He keeps looking behind to see the walkers speeding up, prompting him to run. Joiner is too tired to take them out, though in these situations, a little part of him has always been cautious to pull out his knife and grab a walker by his or her collar. It's the little mistakes that scare him, such as one day a walker may get a hold of his arm first, driving it's teeth into his flesh before he can act.

Outrunning the walkers, Joiner looks ahead to see the hill leading to the main road. Moving forward, he quickly stops as he he hears a car coming. He ducks behind one of the trees, still far from the road. The car rapidly drives past. Joiner, still hiding, quietly stands. He's a little shocked, having not physically seen or heard from a living person - other than the screams, for a few weeks. Joiner makes his way to the road, looking to his right in which the car had gone.

He stares for a few moments.

The shovel is the greatest tool I have ever known. In the day I was just a nineteen year old student with a bright future, who happened to dig graves for my aunt. It was a thankless, scary, dangerous job. But the pay was better than minimum and it helped with tuition so it must've been worth it.

I used to tell myself that so often i almost believed it. Then the dead started walking again and all that shit went over my shoulder into the rest of the pile of dirt behind me.

When they started digging themselves out, I was half way down into one. For some reason these things can dig, climb and walk. But when it comes to looking down they just didn't see a point. Then again what does?

I stayed down there for about three days with a bag of cheese doodles and a double sized bottle of water to fight the july air as they crossed through the woods that the homeless folks used to live in and headed for the mall across the highway.

It wasn't exactly the graveyard for the rich and famous as you can tell, I mean it was located next to a mcdonalds. it's more like where grandpa no kids and John 'got no' Doe would be laid to rest with the hep of yours truly and a tired old preacher doing the Catholic equivalent of pro bono work.

Anyways I eventually found my way out and headed back to the house on top of the land that the county rented to my old sickly aunt. She was already one foot in the grave when I last saw her alive, time I got to the house she just needed some help sliding the other one in.

Her son was the gamer type. I found him int he basement chewing on an xbox controller with the headphones to it still on, explains why he didn't haul ass. Still they were the only family I had after mom passed. Now it's just me and four acres of empty land littered with tombstones and empty holes. It's weird too.

It's been five years and the dead don't ever bother to come back here, it's kinda like how dogs never return to the same place they shit at twice.

So here I am, four acres of land, a house with a generator to myself, living off of the garden I made with my cousins weed growing operation-Not that I completely shut that down either- and some still good packaged foods from the fast food joint down the clearing. Sure, i have to venture out to collect gas every now and again but other than that it's a sweet haven.

Funny how I came to this job to get me where I need to be, and in the end it not only got me there, but gave me everything I'll ever want or need.

The pounding of blood flushing through the veins in his head had finally subsided. The sunlight peaks through the dusty, grimy windowsill of an old abandoned shack; warming the pile of brains spilling from the crack of the doorway. Ozzie never got used to that scent; that horrible stench that crept its way into his nostrils and burned in his mind the person that was alive and kicking only hours ago. His bald head rests against the scratched surface of the old door, tears swelling in the corners of his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

"The door....the light.... the man... those eyes..... the bite... the shot, the scream...... the kill...", he mutters to himself.

Three Hours Ago...

Ozzie lies on his back, cranking the heavy wrench in his hand clockwise, the tune of Marvin Gaye's "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" soothing his soul. The thump over heavy leather boots approach from his left.

"Oz...Ozzie...Osborne!!", the man yells kicking over the toolbox; a loud clanking echoing through the shop as the tools spill onto the grease covered concrete.

He unplugs the earbud and rolls from underneath the vehicle." What hell is it Owen?! What?"

"You almost done under there, this place aint the most secure ya know...how much longer you think it'll be tip' Scoop gets back?", his brothers asks while fidgeting with the the nub on his left arm where a forearm would usually continue.

Ozzie rolls out and wipes the grease and sweat from his brow, tucking the rag back into the pocket of his uniform. "Scoop knows how to handle himself Owe. I'm sure he'll be back soon. Meanwhile, stay off my ass while I'm trying to work. I'm a mechanic, but I can only do so much here without making to much racket." He slides back under, resuming the melody and tinkering with the vehicle's underbelly. Across the room, a soft scarping catches Owen's ear. The door pushes open and a hush falls over him; a large walker uses his arms to navigate into the room with no lower body to speak of. The sunlight is blinding for a moment, then corrupted by the silhouettes of a heard of walkers.

His body seizes after seeing those eyes, those horrible, yellowish red eyes that once belonged to Scoop. Owen backs away, tripping over the tools and landing on several. A sudden gunshot sends one of the undead toppling onto Owen.Ozzie looks over and to his horror sees the horde over taking his brother. The chorus of the song blaring in his ears and his brother succumbs to the unforgiving bites; the flesh tearing from his bones.

"Owen!!!!"

The Present

He takes the rag from his pocket and wipes the blood from his face.

As the sun hit its highest point in the sky the light shining down on a ghost town full of buildings and shops but lacking any actual people Billy arrived in the town the teenager sweating profusely from the heavy heat and the long bike ride his legs were sore and he was just happy to have arrived .Bill had no worries of finding walkers in the town as he walked through the city's entrance one thing they learned about walkers is they went where the people were and their were no people here so the zombies had no reason to even come towards this area honestly the biggest danger for him were snakes since the zombie apocalypse the thing that had exploded in growth were the population in animals for most of them the only real danger to their species had been man but when it came to the slow and stupid corpses almost all of the animals could keep themselves safe .

And one of the biggest growths had been snakes they had already lost one member to the bite of a prairie rattlesnake his name was Murphy he and his wife had come from Alabama to try and outlast this with family but by the time they got here their family had already been killed they kind of just wandered until meeting up with the rest of the group and he was a former tech guy for some radio station with his help they turned the towns local radio station into a central comm station so everyone could keep in touch and they could contact far outside and try to alert other survivors to their presence .It was shortly after that he was bitten and we did not have the right kind of medicine to treat him so all we could do was try and keep his fever down but the poison broke his immune system down so much he caught a terrible virus so while the poison did not kill him it sure did weaken him enough for the virus to finish him off .

And since their were no people in town it had become a sort of mine field for snakes Billy parked his bike off to the side into the grass before entering the town watching his step he entered the shopping district and walked over to a store it used to be some old mom and pop bakery but they had turned it into a emergency shelter in case anything ever happened to the base .Billy walked over to the side of the building where a ladder was he climbed up the ladder and pulled it up after he was on the roof part of turning this place into a zombie safe zone was welding all the doors shut and placing think sheet metal over them and placing huge shutters over the windows .The only way in to any of the buildings was from hatches on the roofs and to that extent they made little bridges from roof to roof .

Billy walked on the roof and over the little bridge that led to mikes shop he walked until he reached a little metal hatch on the roof and pulled it open he reached into his bag and took out a flashlight turned it on and began to descend on the ladder that went into the shop from the hatch being sure to close it as he went down he then pulled out some matches and lit one of the candles in the room to light it up before turning off his flashlight . As the candle lit up all the swords hanging on the walls of Mikes studio he took a look around and picked up a few blades and placed them in a sack before slinging them over his shoulder and ascending the ladder again opening the hatch .

This time he walked over to the next shop it used to be a flower shop now they had turned it into a gym of sorts one they use to train people in their own form of anti zombie hand to hand combat and test out the feel of melee weapons they used everything from a bat to a machete to a sledgehammer whatever worked for someone when it came to fighting off zombies without using bullets .

He came through the hatch into the dark gym full of wooden / cardboard targets and some dummy's they had found used for a women's self defense course Bill began pulling out blades one by one and taking swings at the target testing the feel of each one some were shorter then others for some the guard had a different texture they were small differences that made a huge difference in the swing .He did this for a few hours even going back to Mikes shop a few more times to get a few more blades to test by the time he was done he was exhausted and the sun had started to go down .

He hadn't decided on a blade so he figured on picking this up tomorrow before grabbing his bag and climbing up the hatch and closing it behind him he then walked three stores over to where another ladder was and pull it down before climbing down himself he then walked about two blocks over to the radio station turned communication hub whenever he was in town he slept on the bed in here .It was more of a cot and not even the only secure building with a bed in the area but he preferred it because it wasn't as big as the others so their were no spare beds and no thoughts of who used to sleep on those spare beds .

Billy went through what he had been doing all day he climbed the ladder pulled it up went through the hatch closed the hatch and lit the candles although this time he opened this little windows to small for someone to get through to make sure air was getting in .After setting his stuff down and taking his seat on his cot in the former control room he stared over at the radio the one used to send messages to the outside world so many nights he had stared at it and eventually he walked over to it like he did for so many nights before .

@siphon: @surkit:@joiner:@dark_hammer: @saraph: Then he turned it on and listened to dead air for a little while as before but then as he went to turn it off something strange happened he reached for the talking part and clicked the button which meant others could possibly hear him and he began to speak in it "I am a survivor of the apocalypse I have food , water and shelter everything you need to survive this whole mess if anyone is listening then come to "he then began to speak the towns coordinates several times .

After he was done he had no idea why he had done that maybe he was lonelier then he thought and by pushing that to the back of his mind and acting like it didn't exist it just exploded in that outburst that could bring people to him whatever the reason after speaking which he had not done in a long time he was exhausted he walked over to his bag grabbed the water bottle inside drank some then passed out on the cot with no idea how his actions would affect his survival .