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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

Sam And Sanders

Sam had been found at long last but there was something different about him.

He didn't look the same and it was clear that he had let himself go but considering what Sam had said.

It was clear he had a run-in with them.

"Hey, wake the fuck up!" Sam blurted out, kicking Sanders right across the face.

He wanted to know what they were looking for and why they were still following him even though he had renounced his allegiance to the military making him a defector.

Sander's feet were wobbly but he managed to stand.

He looked at Sam and gritted his teeth in anger.

"Y-You monster…" Sanders blurted out, charging at Sam but it was clear that this was an action influenced by rage.

Sam landed a powerful punch into his torso, forcing the disoriented Colonel to his knees before pointing a gun right to his head.