The world has been sent into utter chaos. Storms beyond explanation, sounds echoing threw the sky. Trumpets sounding from the cloud above...but why? All things no one can explain. Then it gets worse. It starts with a cough, then a fever, then hallucinations. Before finally...you turn. Being turned into a flesh seeking monster. You have no control. And we have no escape, it's either kill or be killed, fight or die, scavenge or be eaten. The only way out of the nightmare is death. A cruel, scream filled death. Yesterday seemed perfect until the trumpet sounded. Will you survive or will you die like the rest?

It never left, it came back to haunt me. Why? Now that's what I intend to find out. I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life! There has to be a cure because if their isn't I don't know what I'd do. There's always a catch with these things isn't there.

I always knew Max had a gift for performing. Not only could he act and dance, but when he sang, people stopped and stared in amazement. He never took his skills too seriously, but one day that all changed. Who would have though that Max Schneider, the kid on the streets, would make it in the big time? Well, he did. And now, he is going to visit home. I wonder if he remembers his friends. His best friend. I wonder if he remembers me. *IN EDITING*

as our eyes met I couldn't resist i knew it was right i knew it was more than this...

It wasn't bad enough that Ben was homeless. Having a dead family nearly killed him before. Until he learned to live alone on the docks and streets, scavenging for food and supplies just to stay alive. He was actually doing well. Then, he saw the bodies washed up on the beach. All were dead except for one: a young boy like him. As they were meeting, they saw the other dead bodies... walk. How was this possible? They were already dead... but now they're walking. And they're not who they were anymore. White-soulless eyes, weather beaten flesh, mindless flesh-eaters. They have to fight to survive, or they too will become the Infected. *WARNING: detailed content may not be suitable for children under the age of 15 for blood, gore, detail, and violence. Reader discretion is advised.

She looked exactly like her. I couldnt tell if i was hallucinating or just seeing things, probably both. I thought as I looked down at the girl I had recently bumped into. She was beautiful. She was perfect. So fucking perfect. What if it's her? No it can't thats not possible. Is this real? Maybe someone drugged my drink. Or am i just really drunk? No this only happens when im high. "I'm Frankie" She smiled. "I'm Jason" I smiled back. Her smile was beautiful. Just like Emily's.

And if you die I wanna die with you. Take you hand and walk away. After a long depressing day for Tom he wants to play a tune on his guitar. Lonely Day to be exact. Matt's awake and listening closely.

At first, I wasn't sure. I was there, then here. I thought I had eye problems. Then my best friend said he was seeing it, too. I punched a tree. Then I realised, it was real.

When the lights in our night sky started flashing and speeding in impossible ways, our elder Gyeth called the tribe's elders to meet, panic was starting with rumours of war.

They came to us because of you. You brought them here not knowing what your actions have caused. Now I call on you to help us. Please.. we can't hold them back much longer. They are taking over and now.... we are trapped in here with no way out.