The Zombie Apocalypse
You head into town to search for others. You are soon waved down by someone on the roof of a local broadcasting station.
You make liberal use of Bloody Mary's gift and finally get inside. There are quite a few people inside who are still alive. Unfortunately, one of them is bitten. After your explanation of what happens to bite victims, Bloody Mary offers final rights to the suffering man.
The tower nearby has been broadcasting for help for several days before someone responds. The coast guard hears the plea as they fly over the city.
Within a day, a massive Chinook helicopter is hovering overhead with a ladder extending down to the roof of the building. They pick you up with the rest of the survivors and fly back to their makeshift base.
They need all the help they can get and you soon add Bloody Mary to their arsenal. You also offer blessings to those with the bite.
You no longer fear the walking dead, nor do you hate them. They are poor souls who have been taken from their grave and sent against humanity. You take it upon yourself to send them back to rest. You soon become a hero among the survivors. Long after you are gone, a makeshift tribute to you lives on. It inspires those who survived and gives them hope. Your affect upon the living is everlasting.
You make liberal use of Bloody Mary's gift and finally get inside. There are quite a few people inside who are still alive. Unfortunately, one of them is bitten. After your explanation of what happens to bite victims, Bloody Mary offers final rights to the suffering man.
The tower nearby has been broadcasting for help for several days before someone responds. The coast guard hears the plea as they fly over the city.
Within a day, a massive Chinook helicopter is hovering overhead with a ladder extending down to the roof of the building. They pick you up with the rest of the survivors and fly back to their makeshift base.
They need all the help they can get and you soon add Bloody Mary to their arsenal. You also offer blessings to those with the bite.
You no longer fear the walking dead, nor do you hate them. They are poor souls who have been taken from their grave and sent against humanity. You take it upon yourself to send them back to rest. You soon become a hero among the survivors. Long after you are gone, a makeshift tribute to you lives on. It inspires those who survived and gives them hope. Your affect upon the living is everlasting.
