User:Viceroy Chili Cheese Dog/The Endless Tide

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Malton chronicle.jpg This story is part of the Malton Chronicles.
This story is fan-made, and is not officially part of any background history for Urban Dead.

This is a tale of a group of people from all walks of life banding together against the undead hordes. This is the story of Pavey Place School.


Justin's Story

My name is Justin. I am a teenage boy attedning Pavey Place School, which is on the verge of falling to the zombies just outside. It is unlikely any of us will survive the night, so I am writing this in the hope that someone will find it one day and know the terrible price paid this day. If none of us live to see tomorrow, I can at least die knowing that what happened here will not be forgotten.

The First Zombie

Justin was always bored in school, but not for the normal reasons. He attended Pavey Place School in Dakerstown, and everything was far too slow. His teachers were the ordinary, closed-minded, ignorant fools who thought of nothing outside their ordinary lives. Justin, though, was different. He longed for excitement, and his quick mind and charismatic nature insured that he would do great things in the future. but he wanted excitement now. He wanted something, Italic textanythingItalic text, to happen to break up the monotony. He would soon be eating his words.

On that fateful day, justin was walking home from school. He walked into his house and knew instantly something was wrong. He looked everywhere, but couldn't find anyone. Heading into the backyard, he saw his mother, and started to run towards here. But something wasn't right. She was swaying slightly, and he heared her groan as she started to turn. When he saw her face he nearly cried. Her eyes were dead and lifeless, and her mouth hung open drooling. But the most frightening thing of all was the gaping wound on her shoulder. It was congealed, but the teeth marks were clearly visible. She staggered towards him, groaning hungrily. Justin took a step back, groping for some kind of weapon. His hands came to rest upon a cricket bat. He raised it in front of him, taking another step back. His mother lunged at him, and he dodged to the side. He said, "Sorry, mum." Crying softly to himself, he brought down the cricket back upon his mother's skull. There was a dull thud, and she collapsed.

For a normal person, killing their own zombified mother would have quite an effect on them. Justin was far from a normal person. his mind was in overdrive, planning the best course of action. He decided to head for the school. His school was small and solidly built, with small windows and concrete walls. It was as secure a place as he could think of. Grabbing his backpack, he emptied its contents on the floor and packed it full of canned food, first aid supplies, and a notebook and pen. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he grabbed his cricket bat, he set out.


Part 2 coming soon!

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