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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 · 科幻
分數不夠
333 Chs

The Darkness At The End Of The Tunnel!

The sun disappeared from the sky but the people here had taken precautions as they had a fire lit everywhere, the illumination gave them visuals with Corey and Brayden agreeing to work together.

They were about to fight off this threat together because that was the only way to survive as Corey couldn't even leave if he wanted to so he was trapped here alongside everyone else.

The possibility of Dimitris being dead only highlighted their danger which the erratic Corey knew was a feat that even he couldn't accomplish.

"Are you all ready? They should be attacking any moment now!" Brayden barked at his men, Glenn was visibly worried but Rachel was there to calm him down.

No one in their right mind wouldn't be scared and all of this was because of a gunshot at the worst possible time.