Somewhere in the middle of nowhere is a town named Los Ganados, affectionately called "This fucking town" by it's inhabitants. But everyone know they love their city. Or loved. Most ain't capable of loving anymore, through no fault of their own. Who is responsible for the viral outbreak is debatable, but the person is probably dead. As is most of the townspeople.

Wandering through the ruins, or hiding under their beds, are the survivors. Those somehow immune to the virus. Now the first stage of the outbreak is over, they have a chance to rebuild. Or not.

Curtains up for second stage!

Frank Zimmer assumed that he mad the mistake that all the other victims made. They thought that it would never happen to them. He first knew something was wrong when he woke up. His door was unlocked. That should have scarred him, but it didn't. Maybe His wife had had gotten up early and just forgotten to lock the door.
He had made his family start to lock their doors in case anything happened, His dog Molly wasn't with him but that was normal, she was sleeping with Annie. Annie loved to sleep with that dog it gave her some comfort.
He was right, Martha had gotten up and had forgotten to close the door. There was one door she did close though. she had closed and locked the front door. She was outside and she had been smoking, he kept telling her it was bad for her health and today it actually was, There was a zombie attached to his wife's neck.

Ryo sat on the workbench, staring emotionlessly at the dead, bloody and bloated corpse on the floor under the car. In his left hand he held a bottle of José Cuervo, and in the right hand, a steel wrench, dripping with blood. When she had showed up, he had reacted by pure instinct, smashed her head in with the wrench, and then released the car from it's lift, crushing her beneath it. Not until afterwards had he realized what he had done - killed Rose, the woman he loved more than anything else on Earth.

...or was it really Rose? He wasn't sure any more. He wasn't sure what was going on - people were turning into monsters, everywhere - even his own father-in-law had turned into a zombie - and Ryo had killed him too. They were all dead. Everybody that had ever made his life worth living, after he had retired to this damned village.

He drank some of the liquor, and then hissed to himself. With a sudden burst of anger, he threw the wrench right through the windshield of the old car he had worked on for several weeks to get running again. It hardly mattered, though - the kid who had contracted him to get it running again had turned into a zombie - another victim of the disease. Ryo asked himself why on Earth someone like him had been allowed to live, and not the sweet and innocent Rose, whom had never harmed anything in her whole life.

"Damn you." He cried out in fury to nobody in particular. His outburst echoed across the garage, but it didn't matter - there was no-one around anyway - not even zombies, though that would hardly last for very long if he kept yelling like that. He then thought about survivors. Would there be any? Drinking some more tequila, he shook his head with a grunt and swallowed it. "Either way..." He said to the dead woman at his feet. "I'm going to turn this city into a zombie bloodbath...for what they did to you." With one last look at Rose, tears lining his face, he stepped out into the store, grabbing the aluminium baseball bat from behind the counter - it was more useful than a wrench.

He knew what he had to do - he had to get home, up to his bedroom, and the locker there, and find his old guns, the ones nicknamed "the Twin Dragons" back when he had been with the Triads in LA, because of all the lives they had reaped. Only when he had those could he start thinking of the bloodbath that would ensue when he went loose on the undead inhabitants of the city.

And it would be a bloodbath.

Eric looked down from his perch of a telephone pole. He'd been hanging onto it for a while now, but it looked like the herd of zombies that had just passed through had forgotten about him and moved on. Being up so high was something he was used-to, having worked almost his entire adult life as someone who maintained the phone lines. Right now though, all he wanted to do was make sure his family and loved ones were safe. He climbed down the pole's steel footholds and soon was on the ground.

Nearby was his service truck for public service. The thing still had fuel and plenty of supplies, but he assumed the walking dead would hear the motor, and so decided that he'd only use it as a last resort. The last thing he wanted was to attract their attention. Opening the back, he quickly gathered a few things he thought would be useful, including a crowbar he'd used earlier in the week to pry open a fuse box. If he'd survived this odd incident, then others had to. If not, his objective would be to get out of the city or die trying.

First thing was first though. Find the living.

Swatting away the zombies with the baseball bat, Ryo finally got out on the open street, and looked around. It was abandoned, as far as he could see. He had a goal, to get to his flat, and find his guns. He was going to throw himself back into that life of violence and death that he had once so wholly embraced.

Three zombies walked past him on the street. Two of them had once been very beautiful women. Now, they'd gone real ugly. And the last one was a young man. A zombie. All of them turned and looked at him suddenly. Ryo looked back at them, weighing the baseball bat in his hands, then shrugged, and stepped right up to them.

With the agility of a living human, he dodged their lame and stiff attacks with their teeth, and smashed one of them on the jaw from below and upwards, throwing the woman on her back to the ground with the lower part of her face crushed. He didn't wait for the others to counterattack, but the baseball bat went up in a circle, and then down like a heavenly hammer striking at a sinner, into the man's skull, crushing it along with his brain, totally.

He turned to the last woman. She glared at him with empty eyes, gargling. With a shrug, he crushed her skull, and walked over her dead body, down the street.

Suddenly, he stopped, and stared at something in the distance. A telephone line maintenance van. A man was standing there, rustling through the equipment in it. Ryo felt his heart leap slightly, and he had to stop himself from running. When he came closer, he called out, not too loud, but loud enough to surprise the man:

"Yo. I guess I'm not the only one who's alive around here."

Eric jumped and spun around, keeping the crowbar handy. Sure enough, someone was there, and he didn't look like the walking dead, but he wasn't sure yet...

"Jesus! You always sneak up on people like that?" he asked.