Summary of {M} Dead Nation (TheBaron-J'Von):
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Months have passed since a strain of mad cow disease mutated into "mad person disease" that became "mad zombie disease", which overran the entire United States, turning many Americans into vicious zombies. Survivors of the zombie epidemic have learned that growing attached to other survivors is not advisable because they could die at any moment, so many have taken to using their city of origin as nicknames.
Two such survivors are soon going to be thrown together on the outskirts of a small town in Montana.
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"I was up late the night before the world as I knew it came crashing down. I always thought this might happen. We ran through our little town that was filled with noises, screams, life and death. Even so I dared hope we might be able to save some little piece of it, but our world as we knew it had already been completely destroyed."
-Veronica 'Atlanta'
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It is a cold, winter day in Montana. Wind whistles across the plain. Near the outskirts of the town known as Eureka a lone figure trudges away from the town heading south. Snow blankets the area and one can only tell the road exists due to the abandoned cars lining it. A way out of town the twisted wreckage of an eighteen-wheeler with cars congested around it blocks the road entirely. In the distance the cloud covered mountains loomed out of the snow like jagged teeth from a skull. It is cold, below freezing for sure, and the sky threatens more snow.
‘Ugh,’ Veronica aka Atlanta, thinks to herself with a sigh. Her breath is clearly visible in the biting air. She is well dressed for the weather and her situation, wearing gear that is both lightweight but well made enough to keep her warm. She would have to find shelter at night or if it began to storm, though. Gripping her M4A1 in gloved hands she carefully observes the area. She doesn’t see any of the freaks for now, but one can never be to careful. It only takes one zombie bite and you are worse than dead.
Veronica sighs deeply still feeling a little tired from giving the Crawlers the slip earlier. Some towns of this size were completely abandoned others were swarmed with zombies. From what she could see and guess the people in this town had been trapped here, the road heading south blocked. From the north side of town, she hadn’t been able to tell this as the road was relatively clear. She has heard that swarms of zombies had come down from Canada driving people south. Maybe seeking food? She can only guess.
V had been holed up in the mountains with her love at the time of the end of the world, and they had weathered the worst of the initial outbreak with relatively little trouble. The average incidents they had dealt with were dispatching a few wandering Crawlers and having to dealing with resource shortages. The worst they had to deal with, and this was near the end of their time together, was a Berserker and Hunter coming after them at the same time. Thinking of that Berserker brought back memories of screams and agony she would rather forget, and she stopped for a moment sinking to the ground feeling vulnerable. Shaking her head, she stands up composing herself.
Thankfully, the snow on the road was still passable. It would have been drivable if she had a functional vehicle. As Atlanta hunches her shoulders against the cold pushing through the snow on the road and clambering over cars, she begins talking to herself. “Bleak fucking wasteland, huh? Knew I should have headed south sooner.” She didn’t usually feel like talking to herself, but the silence has been deafening.
She pats her Machete “Sawtooth” with one hand to assure herself it is still there. It has been so long since she had any sort of contact with a human. Months maybe? She hadn’t really been keeping track of time. The concept of days of the week, hours, minutes, seconds all became kind of pointless when there was no one remotely worth marking the time with. The last living person she had encounters had been a garbage pile of a human being, a man… who was not worth talking about, not worth remembering… Still she hopes that she will run into someone again.
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