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Undeads are walking: Red Rivers

It is the year 20XX and something bad happened to Earth and humanity, but much worse to humanity to be precise. The thing it has happened, it is known as a zombie apocalypse by the modern generation. Zombies have taken now all of Europe, Asia, Africa and Australia, only safe regions with a big population density are South America and North America, but for how long will they be? That is the question. Thankfully most of the artificial islands created by ”The Organization” are now the only last hope of humanity to get a string of a comforting life they used to have three months ago before all of this infection started. The third volume is going to take into two different continents, Africa and Europe. There will be three parts which will depict the story of different groups of survivors who are running for safety from the hands of these mutants who are getting stronger each passing days. First part will focus on a community in a remote village from Arges county, Romania, Europe. Second part will focus on a rapper and his bodyguard hiding in a Brothel in Tirana, Albania. The third part will focus on the story of a group of eight people who have missed an extraction from Parienyatwa General Hospital in Zimbabwe. Keep the gates safe. Undeads are walking.

Septic_Red · Horror
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78 Chs

Valley of Flood - Part 25

 In the night, near the village of Albești, on where it was supposed to be a bridge to a den, the military truck has arrived at there. The said truck that earlier had to turn around and had to cut ways with soldiers who had run to that barn to escape the zombies. The two soldiers, after their truck has stopped near the collapsed bridge, are getting out of this vehicle, armed with assault rifles, and looks around.

 "We are lost, mate." asks the passenger of the driver.

 "No idea." respond the driver. "The map has shown us this would be a way to Oești."

 "Now what? Turn around?"

 "I guess."

 The two people are looking around them, they cannot see much because of the night. But they can definitely see the fallen bridge in front of them, all the debris still in the water and the column still standing. The two soldiers are feeling a little creeped by this. Both wondering how come a bridge like this, who was restored countless times could end up in a shape like this.

 The two soldiers, decide to head back to their vehicle, and leave this place. The military truck leaves the zone and heads back to main street, trying to see if they could find another way to Oești. They are going to try the Cicănești route since the bridge from fish farm has been destroyed like the ones that ties creates access to a quiet part of Albești village.

 The moment the military truck has left the road that led to that bridge, and made turn to right, something good has happened. The radio station used for communication has made the sweetest sound of the apocalypse.

 "Hello! Anyone there? Over." says the voice of Petre from the radio station.

 "Yes, yes!" says the passenger taking the microphone. "Squad B2. Over."

 "Squad B2?" asks Petre shocked. "You two are alive?"

 "Petre? Yes, we are safe, mate! How are you? Over."

 "We're good. Good." says Petre sounding happy on the radio. "We managed to get safe in a hotel."

 "Have you found what you are looking for?" asks the passenger. "Over."

 "We found a family, and a lot of crates from a failed convoy in here. Over."

 "I see. We are going to come in the morning there. First we have to go through Cicănești." says the driver taking the microphone. "Remain there. We will come in there as soon as possible. Over."

 "Roger that. Good luck on the roads. Over."

 "Thanks. Stay safe over there, captain! Over."

 The transmission is closed, and the military truck is going down the road, toward the small village known Cicănești, a village deep in a forest that was once known by the nickname of the "The Cursed Village". This nickname represents how the majority of the that population from there were in an addiction to alcohol beverages.