I am very chilled and willing to help anyone. My wife got killed by infected and i got stranded on an unknown island. I am looking for people to people to help me escape and get back home. . I hope to meet some new people on my journey. I am devastated by the death of my wife. Me and my wife was on a cruise ship on a vacation and did not know about the outbreak until it was to late. My wife died while saving my life. I got onto a life raft and floated on the ocean for a few days after I landed on some island that i don't know. Hopefully i survive the apocalypse.
The day started like that of any other these last couple of weeks. Mysterious incidents kept popping up in the news, of small groups going mad and becoming savage. Life was like that in Lampeter. Very little going on in town, whilst the whole world around us lives with a constant stream of danger. Some people were getting worried, afraid it was some sort of virus going around, but that happens all the time. One small case of a disease and the world’s in an epidemic. Happened with bird flu, E-coli, and we had just got over the joys of swine flu. Now this. Some people were becoming wary, uneasy around other people, fears of catching this mystery virus afflicting the nation and forcing its way into people’s minds.
It doesn’t even get digested. Zombies are the undead; they don’t have blood pumping through their bodies, or even oxygen. They have no need to eat, but I can tell you personally, they want to. I seem to be a special exception to the rule however. I can think. I’m by all rights dead, a zombie in everyway, I cannot talk, I decompose, I moan horrendously, but I know exactly what I’m doing. It disgusts me, but I know what it is I’m doing. Other zombies seem to be unaware of my prowess, although we cannot talk to each other directly, we can interpret each-others moans, and understand each other. It’s one of the key reasons why zombies don’t eat each other, aside from our general dislike for dead flesh. So, yeah. This is my story. I was, like everyone else, a little bit wary of all of the news of these violent outbreaks throughout Wales. I also was wondering why there were apparently no zombie outbreaks in England. In fact, Wales had become completely separated from England the moment Wales began to experience this virus. The Severn Bridge was torn down, and barriers had been placed all across every feasible entrance and exit into England and out of Wales. Myself, along with a few of my friends, Amanda, Tyler and Sophie, were trying to learn more about this virus, and the apparent attacks which seemed to follow each outbreak. We left the safety of small town Lampeter in search of more information regarding the outbreaks.