Two Special Agents are shot down in the middle of the woods in Florida, only they survived the crash. These two are responding to a national threat, which turned out to be the apocalypse. Cities are burnt down, people are dead. Well, not all people are dead, if you count ravenous psychos. What started as a response to a national threat has now turned into a survival of the apocalypse.

City Of Blood

Morning came, zombies were growling, and they were being zapped by the electric fence each time they ran into it. 


Greg woke up on the chair, moving slowly and listening to the growling of those things outside, and then preparing all the ammo they had. He loaded every bullet into each magazine, and set them out for everyone. He took a few for himself, but, he didn't need to worry about low ammo. "Thank god for the military supplies," he whispered. 


Guillermo woke up and stretched slowly, he held his gun up in the air and went to grab his ammunition. He looked at Greg. "Hey, so, do you know what we're getting into?" 


Greg shrugged his shoulders. "I can only assume cannibalistic psychopaths will try to carve our insides out, but, as for Connor, I don't know." 


Guillermo nodded. "Flying blind, I like it," he smirked. "So, how do you plan to get Jay back?" 


Greg looked at him. "I'm gonna finish what was started, and that means... I'm gonna kill him." He sighed. 


Stealth Fail