Links:<br/>Zombie Apocalypse (Discussion Thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99806.0)<br/>Zombie Apocalypse (Interest Thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99627.0)<br/>Zombie Apocalypse (Characters) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99808.0)<br/>Zombie Apocalypse (Role-Play) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100174.0)<br/><br/><strong>Summary:</strong><br/>This post is simply to help familiarise those who are just joining with the current situation.<br/><br/>First Post: Story So Far<br/>Second Post: Characters<br/>Third Post: Liberty Mall<br/>Fourth Post: General Knowledge<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">STORY SO FAR</span></strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Prologue:</strong><br/>They came from the hospitals, the morgues and the graveyards, with bodies rotting, puss oozing and fingers and feet worn down to little more than bony claws. Claws with which they'd lash out and almost jealously tear chunks of juicy flesh and muscle from their living, screaming, brethren, only for their victims to rise up and shamble off to repeat the gruesome process. It was a vicious and bloody practice, one which left nearly most of the population infected before even a day had been allowed to pass.<br/><br/>The infection took Liberty City almost completely by surprise, with the TVs and radios going from a sudden buzz of deafening activity as they issued warnings and displays of panic to falling deathly silent. A scene which was mimicked in life as the cities screams and gunshots were abruptly twisted into a haunting silence and chorus of gurgling groans. The airwaves now are filled with little more than a single military signal, repeating the same message over and over again, "Citizens are advised to make their way to Central Park where the national defence force has set up camp. We offer shelter and have plenty of food, water and medicine." For a small ragtag band of survivors, which had by then successfully barricaded themselves within Liberty mall, the signal offered a glimmer of hope but their plans to venture forth were soon dashed upon the arrival of a certain Doctor.<br/><br/>To the dismay of the survivors the doctor explained that he had actually come from the military camp which had been overrun soon after his arrival. Apparently too many had been allowed entry for emergency treatment and, while their intentions were noble, a sudden swarm of infected from the medical tents quickly overcame the camp's defenders. The place is now little more than a death trap, one with more generators, weapons, fuel and supplies than anywhere else in the port city.<br/><br/>It's been thirty days now since the survivors learned of Central Park's fall. And while many grew despondent at least some were able to square their shoulders and prepare for the trials ahead. With the help of a brave newcomer, one who drew some resentment at first due to the perceived "liability" he brought with him, much of the group managed to rally and clear out the remaining stores. An act which has a few of the survivors looking to the newcomer as a leader of sorts now. Meanwhile, a local model surprised many with her knowledge in engineering, knowledge which helped bring the mall generator back up and running.<br/><br/>The nearby two-story garage still remains a threat however, with the packed cars, walls and pillars, leaving endless places for where infected might suddenly pop out. And the mall's basement is hardly any better thanks to a similar layout, only with crates and other useless clutter scattered about rather than vehicles. The basement is also where the main generator lies, a place which required the help of the only shotgun-wielding nut insane enough to enter, to safeguard the only person who was able to bring it back online.<br/><br/>Since then the survivors have managed to eke out a meagre existence with a few "amenities" to help them along, such as the gym which offers both showers and baths and the theatre where they can enjoy a movie or two. They even have their own celebrity to fawn and gossip over which a few have gone so far as to approach for an autograph. Still as more people trickle in tensions continue to mount and many are beginning to grow aware of the deteriorating conditions. Not only are the supplies running low but the water has taken on an odd metallic taste and slight, brownish, tint. The lights have also begun to intermittently flicker and those with a knowledge of such understand the generators might be running low on fuel.<br/><br/>Chapter One:<br/>N/A