At the dawn of the new century time and space have become one and the same. The end of the world has become the beginning of a new age. An age where death and life has merged into a new life form. The walking dead. The land is over run with these new and deadly creatures.

War broke out all over the world as the human race was taken off guard as the new beasts slaughtered the humans one by one. Some of the humans chose to stand and fight but the masses were to much for them and for every one dead killed two more were reborn. Humanity never had a chance.

We the remaining survivors were forced into hiding as the war rages on. We will fight on! We must! For the fate of humanity rest on our shoulders. The fate of the world. The fate of our very souls.

MAJOR THOMAS WEST US MARINE CORPS

Thomas looked at the piece of paper through his glossy eye. The paper was covered with blood. He lifted it to his nose and a maggot fell onto the paper. He wiped the paper on his cheek smearing the blood on his face mixing it with the blood on the paper. He tilted his head opening his mouth trying to talk but blood dripped out instead.

A noise came for somewhere inside him. He started to turn on his left leg but it would not move. He looked down with his one eye and saw the bottom half of his leg was missing. He let go of the chair he was holding and reached for his leg. He tumbled to the ground and the paper in his hand flew across the room.

He laid there for a while trying to think, but no thoughts came. Nothing came his brain was dead. His whole body was dead for he was dead. Just like so many before he was killed in his sleep. Where were his guards. Dead as well. His whole unit was dead. But Thomas did not know that. How could he. He was a walking corpse.

Soon other dead bodies come into the room. Most were his unit just as dead and confused as he was.

Another battle lost but the war goes on…

Simon stood onto the roof waiting, watching, hoping that perhaps major West was able to get out of his make shift office in time. But he had his doubts. The dead hit them so hard and fast that he didn’t even have time to sound the alarm. All he could do was run. Run until his feet hurt and his legs wanted to fall out from under him. He scurried up the fire escape of this old building. It used to be an old hotel or maybe a some low rent apartment house. Hard to tell anymore.

He set down his binoculars wiping the tear from his eye. Marines don’t cry. He pulled out his guns checking his ammo supply. His rife was empty and he only had one clip for his automatic. Damn it.

He looked around the roof. No sign of life or even unlife. He stood up slowly and searched the roof. There was a couple of air units, empty birds nest, and whole lot of trash.

He checked the door to the stairs it was locked from the inside. Is that a good sign or a bad sign? Music hit his ears and he spun around quickly his gun at the ready. Nothing but some wind chimes.

He walked over to the fire escape and looked over. Nothing coming up at the moment. He pulled a cord out of his pouch, tied it to the side of the fire escape, and pulled it tight shaking the fire escape slightly. Then he unwound it over to the side of the air conditioner wrapping it around the top of it pulling it tighter. Finally he walked over and cut down the wind chimes tying them to the cord.

He pulled the cord and the chimes rang. Next he went over to the door and inspected it. There was a handle but no key for the lock. He tired the handle again pushing on the door. It would not move.

Simon rubbed his eyes he was exhausted. He knew he had to rest. If even for a few hours. He gave the door one last try and walked over to the other side of the roof and looked over. Nothing to worry about.

Simon pulled a hook and some rope out of his pack. He fasten the hook to the side of the second air conditioner pulling on it make sure it was tight. Then he piled the rest of the rope next to the edge of the roof. Lastly he sat down next to the rope, leaning against the edge of the wall.

He scanned the roof one last time, setting the gun in his lap, holding it like a baby, and finally closing his eyes. He was out in a matter of seconds as the chimes rang again.