[center][color=brown]Post-Apocalyptic. Fantasy/Medieval.[/color][/center]

[center][big][color=red]T h e I n s a t i a b l e U n d e a d[/color][/big][/center]

[justify][color=white][b][small]It had been meant to go so smoothly. Things planned and replanned for months in advance. A live sample of the virus for one-hundred million in cash, no questions asked nor desired. A damned one-in-a-million fluke upon transport. (Events are hazy at best, pieced together by word of mouth. Surely this isn't how the world went to shit?) A group of teens began to harass a lone man handling the merchandise. A shitty place to rendezvous, in hindsight. No one was supposed to be there. Things quickly escalate when they question what he's holding. The man calmly draws his weapon and begins to fire into the group. Two, three. The shots suppressed and precise deathblows. Wrong place at the wrong time he's thinking as he turns on the last man standing. A single shot rings out and people swear you could hear the gun trembling in his hand. The ruination of the human race now resting on the shoulders of one terrified kid. He couldn't aim for shit but today he was blessed.

The suit was dead before he hit the ground, case clattering an arm's length away. Adrenaline has this kid standing at the edge of the world. He can see it it lying open now, the contents undisturbed. Too ignorant to know what he's dealing with, he picks up the insulated glass that holds the viral agent, looking it over with childlike wonder. That doesn't last long. The poor, greedy little fuck starts to contemplate how much he can get for it. A deep, booming voice from a nearby house shouts. The police are coming. That startles him and the vial drops from a pair of sweaty palms, shattering on the concrete. He carried the infection home with him that night, spreading it to his mother and little brother. They were all admitted for the flu and released after only an hour. Events progressed rapidly with the first onset of symptoms. They were dead and alive again well into the morning. The deaths went unreported for the first several hours. Riots and looting left police and medial response ineffective. It took only a day for the city to be quarantined. No matter how fast they mobilized it was always a step ahead.

Six months pass and the virus has completely ravaged the earth, now dwindled down to the last vestiges of human population. Women had become a commodity more precious than food in those dire times. Food could always be grown - these women were a vital component in the future of humanity. However, horrifying reports had begun to circulate as of late. Strange new phenomena in strongholds all over across the US. Undead were being discovered mutating in grotesque sexual fashion, taking on their basest carnal desires to breed again. This new hunger was so powerful that it completely dominated their need to feast upon flesh within weeks. Roving packs of shambling undead now search out the living, any warm body to fulfill an overwhelming, wanton ache. An itch that they can never quite satisfy. It seems only a matter of time, now. An inevitable fate for those who only wish to survive.[/small][/b][/color][/justify]