Setting: Convenient Store<br/>Backstory: In a lab slightly east of Chicago, in the middle of nowhere. Death of a scientist during an experiment strikes a new epidemic that hit the world by storm. What started as just a cut, became much much more. They never expected him to get up, hobble over and strike with a powerful bite. Death ensued. Until the entire lab was consumed with the epidemic. It spread quick. City through city, state by state, country by country. Only the smart survived.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF80"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Starter Story</span></span><br/>Kizamo was sprinting through a store, not a zombie in sight, picking up as much as he could of food and water, shoving it in his bag. He heard a light huff.<br/>"Hello?" he said<br/>A small grunt was heard.<br/>He pulled his machete out of it's holster.<br/>It was behind the counter.<br/>He peeks over to see a head.<br/>He draws back his machete and prepares to swing.<br/>"Whoa! Whoa! Dude chill!" Said the man behind the counter turning to see him in time<br/>"Fuck dude! I almost killed you!" Kizamo explained<br/>"Why are you here! This is my store! Find your own!"<br/>"Listen here man. Did you not see the zombies outside your store? I saved you the trouble!"<br/>"Why do you think I was hiding behind the counter!?"<br/>"Whatever, I am taking shit, whether you like it or not, I will leave you some, but I need to survive just as bad as you!"<br/>The man laughed.<br/>"The hell you are!"<br/>He reached for a pistol in his pants.<br/>Kizamo swung his machete just in time to slice the mans stomach just enough to cut slightly.<br/>The fat man fell back, dropping his gun.<br/>"SHIT!" the man yelled<br/>Kizamo jumps over the counter and hold the machete at the mans neck.<br/>"I am keeping this, you are lucky I don't throw you out of the damn store for that, or even worse, Killing you!"<br/>The man smirks and spits in Kizamo's face.<br/>With distaste, Kizamo threw the man over.<br/>"You little shit!"<br/>Kizamo pulls his machete and strikes the man on the head with the blunt; wooden end, knocking the man out.<br/>"Piece of shit."<br/>Kizamo hears the door up front open. He crouches behind the counter and slowly walks around.<br/>He quickly counts to 3, turns around the counter and aims his Suppressed 1911. There stands a man with a surprised look on his face.<br/>Kizamo lowers his gun  "I almost shot you. Please let me know it's you next time!"