Okay who is the person who voted this thread one star? Anyway here is demo number two of The Walking Dead: The Will to Survive, I cannot stress this enough, all the demos are rough drafts, and with that said lets do it.
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The Walking Dead: The Will to Survive Demo part 2
The sun came through the window, its sort rays lighting up the dank and dark area. It had been three months, three months since we had fought Oberson and his colony of the damned. Ever since then we have been on the move, we cannot stay more than a week in a single area and risk having him find us, it’s taken its toll on are group. I got up from the hard floor, my back hurting a little bit from the rough floor, I noticed that Booker and Elizabeth were gone, out looking for food likely. Arlington was on watch with his Thomson armed and ready, and my friends were still asleep, save for Chill, who was eating some canned soup we got from a fridge a little while back. This weeks ‘shelter’ was nothing more than the skeleton of a two story concrete building, it was not much and the defense was pretty light but it will do. As I walked by the tents, I noticed there were some journals inside Booker’s tent, seeing how they would not be back for some time I opened them and started reading the entries. “Day ten, we just barely escaped Oberson’s wrath, I doubt he will be satisfied with only a few of us killed, from now on we must continue to move or we risk capture and death, as I always said, you either draw first, or you don’t get to draw at all. Day 31, it has been a month since it all began, morale is low, so is food and ammo, we have not met another survivor in weeks, I can only guess and say all of Savannah has either been killed by the walkers, or found by Oberson. What could that man even want anymore, he has complete control of the city, majority of the supplies, and an army of followers, he is greedy though, he never will stop until something or someone kills him, he reminds me all too well of what I saw in Columbia, it has to end by the barrel of gun. Day 62, while looking for food in one of the houses I happen to find two body’s on a bed, they are badly decayed to the point where I assume they died in the first week. There were two, one male and one female, and from the rings they where it seems they were married. There was a Beretta in the male’s hand, and two gunshot wounds in both of them, they most likely committed suicide after it all began. They may have made the right choice, if the dead had not grabbed them then Crawford would have done it for them. I have seen these things happen before, but for some reason it affected me, maybe because there were married, maybe it was because they could have been saved. If I ever see Crawford Oberson one more time again in my life, I will make sure he and the rest of his ‘group’ never live to see the glow of sunrise. Day 89, I am not sure how much longer we can hold out, food is becoming hard to find, and sanity is becoming ever harder to preserve. Today while I was out the bells started ringing for the first time since it day one, I saw a shadowy figure nearby, I might be losing it, or the dead city still has one survivor, either option is not ideal. Crawford has yet to find us, and I no longer see the silhouette of that one Crawford member’s car, with its lights on the roof and music playing from inside, it does not mean they have stopped. I am starting to regret not grabbing a boat, getting as many survivors as possible, and sailing of into the unknown. If we die here in this forsaken city, what have I accomplished beyond dying? I will not be remembered, I will have lived and died at the same man as was before, and this ‘attempt’ to fix everything would be all for not. my only hope now is some other group finds us so we can escape this city of the damned, but knowing my luck, it won’t happen for a long time.” I had known we had problems before, but I was unaware of how bad it had really gotten, I immediately regretted even reading the journal, but some reason, I opened Elizabeth’s journal expecting the worst. I opened it up to find only a few entries, only the lasted one was worth mentioning. “Day 88, I met a traveller from an antique land who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, tell that sculptor well those passions read which yet survive, stamped on those lifeless things, the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: and on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandis, king of kings: look on my work, ye mighty, and despair!” Nothing besides remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away. Ozymandias, 1818.” I got up, dusted myself off from being on the floor, put the books back in the tent, and proceeded to talk to my best friend, knowing full well that unless help of some form comes soon, we will become faceless shadows in the Valley of Death. END OF DEMO 2
It's a old poem from 1818, the main theme is the rise and fall of leaders, empires and civilizations, which describes what is happening all around, it fits Elizabeth pretty well, and if you read and looked hard enough there are two references to the main game, one obvious one less so, do you know what they are?
I will give you a hint, I risked my life for that bottle, and I have the first of three acts names down, act one is Low Sky At Dawn, act two is We Remember, and the final act is titled To Hell and Back again.
I will give you a hint, I risked my life for that bottle, and I have the first of three acts names down, act one is Low Sky At Dawn, act two is We Remember, and the final act is titled To Hell and Back again.
Kenny, I bring you the third Demo for The Walking Dead: The Will to Survive, as before this is a rough draft, if sentences are to long or short, or sound odd then that is why, this is the most current chapter I have wrote, it is slightly horror themed.
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The Walking Dead: The Will to Survive DEMO 3
It was around 12:00 PM when we arrived at the destination, the walk have been surprisingly uneventful , something I was glad of. The target was an old house, even older then the houses around it, the door was barricaded in with plywood, and there was a hole in the window. Booker used his Sky hook and tore the plywood off the door and like that, it opened with a loud moan. The moonlight shined it’s light in front of us and all we saw was a large lobby like area. Booker handed me his revolver while he took out his shotgun, he signaled me to head over to a small closet near the door. As I was walking toward it the door closed behind it, the wind had picked up and the sound of thunder was coming ever closer. The closet had nothing important, just some coats and hats, I looked out the window to see the clouds rolling in fast. Booker found a candle on a table, he lit it and carried it with him, dispelling the darkness around me. As I went over to the piano in the corner it sounded as if a soft voice called out as the winds struck the windows, it sounded like a voice saying “you do not belong.” I dropped the revolver after walking by, it was undamaged thank god, as I picked it up it suddenly got colder for some reason. I walked into the living room only to find no TV, and a body with a bullet hole in his head and a large hole where his heart should be, I yelled to Booker what I found, he silently told me “We are not along here, no walker could do this, keep your eyes open and finger on the trigger.” There was a fireplace where a TV should be, with a large portrayed of a young woman in a 1800s style dress. There was a smaller picture below that, with a man behind the woman, a father maybe? It was just then I heard a loud banging sound, dust fell from the ceiling and I good see the look in Bookers eyes like something was going wrong. The first floor had been checked, nothing of any use had been found yet so Booker went up the stairs into library, I stayed behind in the living room. I walked into the kitchen and found one of the cabinets bleeding, I opened it to find a human head, torn clean off. I found no food in the other cabinets. I looked out the window to see the storm was upon us, the rain was hitting hard, the wind howled like a caged dog, the thunder shook the building to its core. I turned around ready to go upstairs when I heard the sound of glass shattering, I quickly turned about face to see everything the same, except the picture I had seen just minutes before was all fucked up. There were no eyes in the people’s faces only blood, I had no idea what to say, so I ran up the flight of stairs quick as could be. I found Booker sitting in the library, with the candle on the table. I felt safe in this room for an odd reason, I started checking the books for some reason, I was bored and scared at the same time. I found nothing that could aid us, most of these books were old time classics, Mark Twain mostly. I left the room and went into the bathroom, I opened the cabinet with a mirror on it, I found some pain killers, better than nothing I guess. As I closed the cabinet I jumped back at what I saw, instead of my own figure in the mirror I saw someone else’s, a woman in a black dress, eerily similar to the one in the portrayed, with tears going down her left cheek, I turned around with my finger on the trigger and what did I find, nothing. I heard a dropping noise, like a bathtub being filled with something other than water, I turned and saw blood going over the edge of the tub, I closed the door and ran. I heard a loud banging sound come from the front door, as if someone was trying to get in, with my hand visibly shacking I walked into the guest’s bedroom. On the bed was another body, this one with the head missing, there was a head lamp above the body, it swinging even though there was no breeze in the room. The panting behind the bed was almost off, I checked behind it to find a box of bullets and a human heart! The bathroom nearby had the windows covered in more plywood, and the tub was also filled with blood. As I left I heard that faint voice say “what is dark and under the bed.” I started to walk faster and faster toward the library, but when I got to the stairs I saw the shadow of someone hanging, only there was nothing there. I ran into the library to find Booker still sitting the same way I had left him. “ I asked him, is there something I missed or am I losing my mind, shit is happening left and right, you don’t happen to know anything about that do you?” “ Yes I do, this house is one of the oldest houses in Savannah, it has a dark past that most people would like to have forgot about. This house was owned by a woman by the name of Lucy Bell Jane, this was her family’s home from the day she was born in 1835 to when she died. Her family was one of the richer family’s in Savannah, and when she was 25 she married the local judge, everything was going well for her. That peace was broken when her husband died during the battle of Sharpsburg, he died on the field of battle and she was never quite the same. She moved out after the war ended and became a member of the mining town of Calico California. There she married again, this time to a train robber, don’t ask why, and she became of the Madame of a brothel named the Dixie Rose. Life was going well again until her second husband was gunned down by a sheriff in 1872, she left Calico and went back to Savannah. When she came back she only wore a black dress, never anything else, people called her the lady in black and the black widow. For whatever reason, even I don’t know, she started killing people for fun. She would go to a bar, get someone drunk, get them to come home with her, and when the victim was in bed with her, she would stab them repeatedly in the heart. This went on for five years, until one of the people she killed happen to be a police officer, they arrested her and put her on trial. Not all the money and wealth in Savannah could save her from the gallows, she was the only woman to be hanged in this town. People most of the time avoided this house, it was said to be cursed and haunted. It is unknown how many people she killed, but the police found 15 sets of watches in the closet. This is why we are here, first we needed some supplies and I thought no one would have come here, and what better way to get over your fears.” “This is bullshit, we need to leave, all I could find were painkillers and bullets, let me guess, the door is shut tight and we can’t leave can we.” “ And I was starting to believe you were slow, we have to survive the night here, or find another way out, good luck, I will stay in this spot.” I was panicking, trapped in this house, we are dead, how did those other people die in here, ghosts can’t kill people. I walked toward one of only two doors left up here, they both were bedrooms. They were both locked, I started walking away when I heard a blood curdling scream, the door became ajar just like that, I worked up enough courage to open the door and I found a body with a huge knife in its chest, and a person standing over it. She slowly turned around, it was that woman again, she pulled the knife out and walked toward me, I was so terrified that I just stood there, like a deer in headlights. She touched me and I pasted out from everything, I heard a loud voice yell wake up and like that I was up again. My watch told me it had been two minutes since I had opened the door, the body was gone and so was the knife, the woman in black was also gone, on the floor was a note with the words you’re my Huckleberry. I went back to the library, Booker looking at all the books in the collection, I grabbed Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer on the shelf, and stuck in between the pages was a key. I opened the last remaining door, it was Lucy’s room, I was unsure of what I was to find. I found another body slumped ageist a table, a journal still in his fingers. I heard the voices talk again, they whispered “ this is my house.” There was a blood splat in the middle of the bed, but when I put my hand in it, it felt dry as a desert. The storm was raging badly outside, the glass was cracked from years of disrepair and small drops of water was coming through. I turned and looked at the closet, nothing but black dresses, I was so pissed that I had found nothing that I picked up the book and threw it at the closet. To my amazement the book hit the wall and made a small hole, it was hallow. I kicked my way through the door and found skulls, so many skulls. There were bones everywhere, the walls were soaked in dry blood. I backed out slowly with the gun drawn before turning tail and running. I went back to the good old library and sat down with the journal in hand, it had the name Xavier Rehayem on the front. “ I found safety today, one minute me and my friends are walking down River Street and the next the dead have come back, thank god we found this house. It might be old and decrepit but it works, now if only we good find a way out of here, the main door will not open. I sat down in the library, it appears there is a lot of books here, and being a scholar of books myself, I started reading many of them, my friend Caleb kept talking about seeing strange things happen but he always was a crazy one. So I believe it’s day two of the apocalypse, and Caleb is not faring well, he is rambling on and on about how something is tormenting him, I myself heard strange things yesterday but it’s just an old house, shit happens. We found a good amount of food in the kitchen, I put it in the basement for safe keeping, nothing will be able to take it now. A hour ago I saw something odd, while in the bathroom I saw a shadow follow me, I am sure it was not Caleb or the others screwing around again, maybe Caleb was right after all, something evil resides here. I don’t know what time it is, it’s getting dark from the looks of it, something went wrong, very wrong. Caleb, he snapped, he grabbed a knife and stabbed Henry in the heart, he then ran after Charles and tore his head off, I was able to hide in this bedroom, now the door won’t open. If anyone is reading this, GET OUT, there is an evil presences here, and it has driven my friend mad, lord in heaven, please teach me how to die.” “Booker, I may have found some food and that could help are group, it’s in the basement, you go down there while I put this book back.” I went back into Lucy’s bedroom and put the book back next to Xavier’s body, I noticed something under the bed. I got on my hands and grabbed something from under the bed, it was a large Bowie Knife with dried blood on the blade, must have been her weapon. As I left the room for the last time the voice started moaning and screaming, I just ran down the stairs into the room with the food and maybe a way out. I found Booker down in the cellar with a box of food, canned food, then the door slammed behind me, we were trapped once again. Booker looked at the decaying wood and hit it with his Sky hook, it fell apart to reveal a tunnel heading south I guess. It was real tiny, even claustrophobic at times, I heard a human yell to us in a echoing voice, “I will kill you, the mistress wants your blood” and before I could do anything this thing ran at me with a knife. I fired a shot at its head, the revolver flew out of my hand, but I need not worry, so did the creatures head. It was the friend that was described in the journal, he had lost his mind, we were in the clear so we followed the tunnel for some time, the storm above was still screeching all the while. Just as we reached the end ‘she’ appeared behind us, her soft whispery voice yelling out to us, I pulled out the revolver and shot at her, it went right through her. It was a dumb move but it was my instincts that did it. She was floating there with no legs, just staring at me, with tears coming down her pale white face. She started coming toward me, slowly and then faster, and faster, and before long I was running faster than I had ever ran before. We made it out of the tunnel, it led back into the old part of town, and when I turned around she was not there. I sat down of a bench, I normally would have cared about getting soaked in the rain but this, this was a special moment, I did not give a shit. I turned around and in the nicest of voices told Booker, “ you are an asshole you know that, this was your plan and it almost got us killed.” “We did walk away with some stuff for the group did we not, and you fought your fears instead of doing nothing, be proud of yourself.” “Whatever, let’s get back to Elizabeth and the rest.” I checked my watch before walking back, it was 3:00 AM, we have spent three hours in that house, and it was three hour I never want to go through again. I handed Booker his prized revolver and we started the like hike back to the house, and a warm bed. END OF DEMO
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The Walking Dead: The Will to Survive Demo part 2
The sun came through the window, its sort rays lighting up the dank and dark area. It had been three months, three months since we had fought Oberson and his colony of the damned. Ever since then we have been on the move, we cannot stay more than a week in a single area and risk having him find us, it’s taken its toll on are group. I got up from the hard floor, my back hurting a little bit from the rough floor, I noticed that Booker and Elizabeth were gone, out looking for food likely. Arlington was on watch with his Thomson armed and ready, and my friends were still asleep, save for Chill, who was eating some canned soup we got from a fridge a little while back. This weeks ‘shelter’ was nothing more than the skeleton of a two story concrete building, it was not much and the defense was pretty light but it will do. As I walked by the tents, I noticed there were some journals inside Booker’s tent, seeing how they would not be back for some time I opened them and started reading the entries. “Day ten, we just barely escaped Oberson’s wrath, I doubt he will be satisfied with only a few of us killed, from now on we must continue to move or we risk capture and death, as I always said, you either draw first, or you don’t get to draw at all. Day 31, it has been a month since it all began, morale is low, so is food and ammo, we have not met another survivor in weeks, I can only guess and say all of Savannah has either been killed by the walkers, or found by Oberson. What could that man even want anymore, he has complete control of the city, majority of the supplies, and an army of followers, he is greedy though, he never will stop until something or someone kills him, he reminds me all too well of what I saw in Columbia, it has to end by the barrel of gun. Day 62, while looking for food in one of the houses I happen to find two body’s on a bed, they are badly decayed to the point where I assume they died in the first week. There were two, one male and one female, and from the rings they where it seems they were married. There was a Beretta in the male’s hand, and two gunshot wounds in both of them, they most likely committed suicide after it all began. They may have made the right choice, if the dead had not grabbed them then Crawford would have done it for them. I have seen these things happen before, but for some reason it affected me, maybe because there were married, maybe it was because they could have been saved. If I ever see Crawford Oberson one more time again in my life, I will make sure he and the rest of his ‘group’ never live to see the glow of sunrise. Day 89, I am not sure how much longer we can hold out, food is becoming hard to find, and sanity is becoming ever harder to preserve. Today while I was out the bells started ringing for the first time since it day one, I saw a shadowy figure nearby, I might be losing it, or the dead city still has one survivor, either option is not ideal. Crawford has yet to find us, and I no longer see the silhouette of that one Crawford member’s car, with its lights on the roof and music playing from inside, it does not mean they have stopped. I am starting to regret not grabbing a boat, getting as many survivors as possible, and sailing of into the unknown. If we die here in this forsaken city, what have I accomplished beyond dying? I will not be remembered, I will have lived and died at the same man as was before, and this ‘attempt’ to fix everything would be all for not. my only hope now is some other group finds us so we can escape this city of the damned, but knowing my luck, it won’t happen for a long time.” I had known we had problems before, but I was unaware of how bad it had really gotten, I immediately regretted even reading the journal, but some reason, I opened Elizabeth’s journal expecting the worst. I opened it up to find only a few entries, only the lasted one was worth mentioning. “Day 88, I met a traveller from an antique land who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, tell that sculptor well those passions read which yet survive, stamped on those lifeless things, the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: and on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandis, king of kings: look on my work, ye mighty, and despair!” Nothing besides remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away. Ozymandias, 1818.” I got up, dusted myself off from being on the floor, put the books back in the tent, and proceeded to talk to my best friend, knowing full well that unless help of some form comes soon, we will become faceless shadows in the Valley of Death. END OF DEMO 2
I've noticed Ozymandias is quoted. litreally
'look upon my work! and despair!"
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The Walking Dead: The Will to Survive DEMO 3
It was around 12:00 PM when we arrived at the destination, the walk have been surprisingly uneventful , something I was glad of. The target was an old house, even older then the houses around it, the door was barricaded in with plywood, and there was a hole in the window. Booker used his Sky hook and tore the plywood off the door and like that, it opened with a loud moan. The moonlight shined it’s light in front of us and all we saw was a large lobby like area. Booker handed me his revolver while he took out his shotgun, he signaled me to head over to a small closet near the door. As I was walking toward it the door closed behind it, the wind had picked up and the sound of thunder was coming ever closer. The closet had nothing important, just some coats and hats, I looked out the window to see the clouds rolling in fast. Booker found a candle on a table, he lit it and carried it with him, dispelling the darkness around me. As I went over to the piano in the corner it sounded as if a soft voice called out as the winds struck the windows, it sounded like a voice saying “you do not belong.” I dropped the revolver after walking by, it was undamaged thank god, as I picked it up it suddenly got colder for some reason. I walked into the living room only to find no TV, and a body with a bullet hole in his head and a large hole where his heart should be, I yelled to Booker what I found, he silently told me “We are not along here, no walker could do this, keep your eyes open and finger on the trigger.” There was a fireplace where a TV should be, with a large portrayed of a young woman in a 1800s style dress. There was a smaller picture below that, with a man behind the woman, a father maybe? It was just then I heard a loud banging sound, dust fell from the ceiling and I good see the look in Bookers eyes like something was going wrong. The first floor had been checked, nothing of any use had been found yet so Booker went up the stairs into library, I stayed behind in the living room. I walked into the kitchen and found one of the cabinets bleeding, I opened it to find a human head, torn clean off. I found no food in the other cabinets. I looked out the window to see the storm was upon us, the rain was hitting hard, the wind howled like a caged dog, the thunder shook the building to its core. I turned around ready to go upstairs when I heard the sound of glass shattering, I quickly turned about face to see everything the same, except the picture I had seen just minutes before was all fucked up. There were no eyes in the people’s faces only blood, I had no idea what to say, so I ran up the flight of stairs quick as could be. I found Booker sitting in the library, with the candle on the table. I felt safe in this room for an odd reason, I started checking the books for some reason, I was bored and scared at the same time. I found nothing that could aid us, most of these books were old time classics, Mark Twain mostly. I left the room and went into the bathroom, I opened the cabinet with a mirror on it, I found some pain killers, better than nothing I guess. As I closed the cabinet I jumped back at what I saw, instead of my own figure in the mirror I saw someone else’s, a woman in a black dress, eerily similar to the one in the portrayed, with tears going down her left cheek, I turned around with my finger on the trigger and what did I find, nothing. I heard a dropping noise, like a bathtub being filled with something other than water, I turned and saw blood going over the edge of the tub, I closed the door and ran. I heard a loud banging sound come from the front door, as if someone was trying to get in, with my hand visibly shacking I walked into the guest’s bedroom. On the bed was another body, this one with the head missing, there was a head lamp above the body, it swinging even though there was no breeze in the room. The panting behind the bed was almost off, I checked behind it to find a box of bullets and a human heart! The bathroom nearby had the windows covered in more plywood, and the tub was also filled with blood. As I left I heard that faint voice say “what is dark and under the bed.” I started to walk faster and faster toward the library, but when I got to the stairs I saw the shadow of someone hanging, only there was nothing there. I ran into the library to find Booker still sitting the same way I had left him. “ I asked him, is there something I missed or am I losing my mind, shit is happening left and right, you don’t happen to know anything about that do you?” “ Yes I do, this house is one of the oldest houses in Savannah, it has a dark past that most people would like to have forgot about. This house was owned by a woman by the name of Lucy Bell Jane, this was her family’s home from the day she was born in 1835 to when she died. Her family was one of the richer family’s in Savannah, and when she was 25 she married the local judge, everything was going well for her. That peace was broken when her husband died during the battle of Sharpsburg, he died on the field of battle and she was never quite the same. She moved out after the war ended and became a member of the mining town of Calico California. There she married again, this time to a train robber, don’t ask why, and she became of the Madame of a brothel named the Dixie Rose. Life was going well again until her second husband was gunned down by a sheriff in 1872, she left Calico and went back to Savannah. When she came back she only wore a black dress, never anything else, people called her the lady in black and the black widow. For whatever reason, even I don’t know, she started killing people for fun. She would go to a bar, get someone drunk, get them to come home with her, and when the victim was in bed with her, she would stab them repeatedly in the heart. This went on for five years, until one of the people she killed happen to be a police officer, they arrested her and put her on trial. Not all the money and wealth in Savannah could save her from the gallows, she was the only woman to be hanged in this town. People most of the time avoided this house, it was said to be cursed and haunted. It is unknown how many people she killed, but the police found 15 sets of watches in the closet. This is why we are here, first we needed some supplies and I thought no one would have come here, and what better way to get over your fears.” “This is bullshit, we need to leave, all I could find were painkillers and bullets, let me guess, the door is shut tight and we can’t leave can we.” “ And I was starting to believe you were slow, we have to survive the night here, or find another way out, good luck, I will stay in this spot.” I was panicking, trapped in this house, we are dead, how did those other people die in here, ghosts can’t kill people. I walked toward one of only two doors left up here, they both were bedrooms. They were both locked, I started walking away when I heard a blood curdling scream, the door became ajar just like that, I worked up enough courage to open the door and I found a body with a huge knife in its chest, and a person standing over it. She slowly turned around, it was that woman again, she pulled the knife out and walked toward me, I was so terrified that I just stood there, like a deer in headlights. She touched me and I pasted out from everything, I heard a loud voice yell wake up and like that I was up again. My watch told me it had been two minutes since I had opened the door, the body was gone and so was the knife, the woman in black was also gone, on the floor was a note with the words you’re my Huckleberry. I went back to the library, Booker looking at all the books in the collection, I grabbed Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer on the shelf, and stuck in between the pages was a key. I opened the last remaining door, it was Lucy’s room, I was unsure of what I was to find. I found another body slumped ageist a table, a journal still in his fingers. I heard the voices talk again, they whispered “ this is my house.” There was a blood splat in the middle of the bed, but when I put my hand in it, it felt dry as a desert. The storm was raging badly outside, the glass was cracked from years of disrepair and small drops of water was coming through. I turned and looked at the closet, nothing but black dresses, I was so pissed that I had found nothing that I picked up the book and threw it at the closet. To my amazement the book hit the wall and made a small hole, it was hallow. I kicked my way through the door and found skulls, so many skulls. There were bones everywhere, the walls were soaked in dry blood. I backed out slowly with the gun drawn before turning tail and running. I went back to the good old library and sat down with the journal in hand, it had the name Xavier Rehayem on the front. “ I found safety today, one minute me and my friends are walking down River Street and the next the dead have come back, thank god we found this house. It might be old and decrepit but it works, now if only we good find a way out of here, the main door will not open. I sat down in the library, it appears there is a lot of books here, and being a scholar of books myself, I started reading many of them, my friend Caleb kept talking about seeing strange things happen but he always was a crazy one. So I believe it’s day two of the apocalypse, and Caleb is not faring well, he is rambling on and on about how something is tormenting him, I myself heard strange things yesterday but it’s just an old house, shit happens. We found a good amount of food in the kitchen, I put it in the basement for safe keeping, nothing will be able to take it now. A hour ago I saw something odd, while in the bathroom I saw a shadow follow me, I am sure it was not Caleb or the others screwing around again, maybe Caleb was right after all, something evil resides here. I don’t know what time it is, it’s getting dark from the looks of it, something went wrong, very wrong. Caleb, he snapped, he grabbed a knife and stabbed Henry in the heart, he then ran after Charles and tore his head off, I was able to hide in this bedroom, now the door won’t open. If anyone is reading this, GET OUT, there is an evil presences here, and it has driven my friend mad, lord in heaven, please teach me how to die.” “Booker, I may have found some food and that could help are group, it’s in the basement, you go down there while I put this book back.” I went back into Lucy’s bedroom and put the book back next to Xavier’s body, I noticed something under the bed. I got on my hands and grabbed something from under the bed, it was a large Bowie Knife with dried blood on the blade, must have been her weapon. As I left the room for the last time the voice started moaning and screaming, I just ran down the stairs into the room with the food and maybe a way out. I found Booker down in the cellar with a box of food, canned food, then the door slammed behind me, we were trapped once again. Booker looked at the decaying wood and hit it with his Sky hook, it fell apart to reveal a tunnel heading south I guess. It was real tiny, even claustrophobic at times, I heard a human yell to us in a echoing voice, “I will kill you, the mistress wants your blood” and before I could do anything this thing ran at me with a knife. I fired a shot at its head, the revolver flew out of my hand, but I need not worry, so did the creatures head. It was the friend that was described in the journal, he had lost his mind, we were in the clear so we followed the tunnel for some time, the storm above was still screeching all the while. Just as we reached the end ‘she’ appeared behind us, her soft whispery voice yelling out to us, I pulled out the revolver and shot at her, it went right through her. It was a dumb move but it was my instincts that did it. She was floating there with no legs, just staring at me, with tears coming down her pale white face. She started coming toward me, slowly and then faster, and faster, and before long I was running faster than I had ever ran before. We made it out of the tunnel, it led back into the old part of town, and when I turned around she was not there. I sat down of a bench, I normally would have cared about getting soaked in the rain but this, this was a special moment, I did not give a shit. I turned around and in the nicest of voices told Booker, “ you are an asshole you know that, this was your plan and it almost got us killed.” “We did walk away with some stuff for the group did we not, and you fought your fears instead of doing nothing, be proud of yourself.” “Whatever, let’s get back to Elizabeth and the rest.” I checked my watch before walking back, it was 3:00 AM, we have spent three hours in that house, and it was three hour I never want to go through again. I handed Booker his prized revolver and we started the like hike back to the house, and a warm bed. END OF DEMO