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Chainsaw: Am I a joke to you?
2 months after first infection
it was two months after the first bite. the virus had nearly wiped itself out. the specials had all died. from exaustion, from natural causes, from dissolving themselves in their own juices. all that was left was the commons, their arms weakened, they were going for bites. unluckily, zombie saliva is much more potent for infecting. not even the so called 'immunes' could withstand a few bites. their bodies were nearly dirt, feasting on what little meat they could scavenge. their limbs atrophied from a simple lack of food, but that never stopped them. their heart never beat. yet something kept those goddamn things alive. only a headshot would bring one down, and even then some walked around without one. nearly everyone was dead. only a few stragglers, chicago ted (allegedly.) and a ragtag group of a veteran, a movie lover, a biker, and an office worker were left. now, our heroes need to get to safety through... the PLAGUE OF THE DEAD.