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System Of The Undead

Many years ago, a meteorite crashed into earth in New York city and this was the beginning of mankind's unprecedented evolution. The year was 2030 and humanity had reached a stage that would not have been possible otherwise without this external factor but they weren't satisfied. In the selfish attempt for humanity to once again force their evolution, the search for immortality began. A man named Dr. Schneider was the man responsible for this feat and he did achieve his goal but like the saying goes, be careful for what you wish for because that immortality came in the form of something perverse and twisted to nature. It came in the form of zombies. The world was in shambles or was it? Jason, a 21 year-old shut in, he was at the bottom of the food ladder due to his life choices, disowned and alone, he was willing to waste the left his life gaming but even with this dedication, he wasn't that great a gamer. But fate had something in store and that was in the form of a 'virus' transmitted through the gaming headset he had on and this would change Jason's life for either for better or for worse. [Image does not belong to me, all rights reserved to the owner]

Kelvin_A · Sci-fi
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333 Chs

Arc Conclusion Part 1

The worst had passed and Andre alongside the rest of his crew returned to the camp by sunrise. Andre was exhausted and everyone was happy that they had returned with that much food.

This would last them for quite some time and Franklin accepted that he had done what was necessary for this outcome.

Jason and Clementine were lost but this mission could be considered a success.

The fact that they weren't all wiped out was a miracle in itself.

"Franklin…" Glenn called out and Franklin already looked exhausted by the conversation that was about to happen.

"What is it, Glenn?" Franklin asked in a dismissive tone to dissuade Glenn from the conversation he was about to have.

"What's with the tone? Where is Clementine and Jason?" Glenn asked, ignoring Franklin's bluff.

"They are gone, I'm afraid," Franklin said with a tone devoid of emotion.