I have no problem with this, but it's Danie that should answer this.

Hey guys, Buggy is back, and would like to join. Because we already have more people than originally planned, she will be taking Poppy. 

Going to kick off the zombie apocalypse. 

~~Aleen~

I slip my fifteen dollars into the little compartment and wait until it clicks, then prints out the little ticket. Ripping off the ticket I travel through the tram until I find a comfy seat with a good view. The tram bustles along through the city towards the east side, where the guy who trains me lives. 

I watch the passing buildings, occassionally spotting a rare sploch of green in our world of gray and black. By having turned everything electric and technical, I think to myself staring at a rose bush in the tiny square plot of one person's front yard, we've lost some real beauty.

My cracked and beat up phone emmits a small beeping noise. I pick it up and see it's Trevor calling me from the family phone. I press a button to allow him to speak.

"Aleen- the zombie apocalypse has began."

"You're joking, right?" I say, my voice as dead serious as it can be. If he is joking I will destroy every piece of machinery he owns.

"No. I'm not," He says, his voice desperate. "Me and dad have barrcaded ourselves up in the highest part of the house all locked in but it won't last for long, we're trapped like little rats."

I collapse back on the tram. "Ohhhh no."

"Exactly," He replies. "The zombies are distracted with just the regular passerbys and easy catches for now, that's why I can call you. Dad and I, we want you to run out of this city. Keep on going east, the zombies came from the west so you'll be rushing away from them. I want you to RUN THE HECK out of there and don't come back until there aren't any more zombies."

"W-what about you?" I ask. 

"Leave me and dad behind. We'll hold on as long as we can. Don't expect us to survive. Ride the tram as far as you can then I want you to get off and run northwards, out of the city." 

Franses ~

My shift finally ends, so I head home. Poppy and I just live in a little cottage in the nearby forest, nothing too special, but it's good enough for the two of us. I sling my bag over my shoulder as I start walking home. 

I get farther into the forest, when I hear a twig snap. I stop, looking around, when I hear a slow moan. It creeps closer, until I see it's rotting flesh and dead eyes. Out of instinct, I reach into my bag, pull out a bottle of ketchup, and whack it across the zombie's  head, completely knocking the entire head off. I break into a sprint, running as hard and fast as I can. The cottage comes into view. I burst through the door. Poppy is in the kitchen,  cooking. 

"We need to get to the shelter, now!"

"Franses, what have you been doing?  Why are your clothes ripped, and you sweating so hard?"

"I said that we need to leave, now! Grab what you need, and run to the shelter. I'll explain when we get there."

Poppy's expression is one of fear and concern, but she obeys, and hurries to grab food, clothes, and our dog, while I grab the weapons and valuables.

We arrive to a hollow tree, where the only entrance is through the top. We climb the branches to the top, climb down a ladder, open a super security trap door, walk a bit underground,  open another door, and enter the shelter. It's extremely large, made to fit many people. Our father built it, just in case. It already has enough food to last many people many years. It also has an area for farming, and a water supply. I guess we'll have to live here now. 

It's a shelter for everyone, so then we could all meet up. To get a better picture, it's like the shelter from the movie "Host". 

@Hacker D.- Could Ellie and Fahrenheit meet once he is introduced? I was thinking that maybe he could become like a son to Ellie, and she loves him even though she knows he's not completly stable. Let me know what you think of this idea! =)

Ellie~ 

It's happening. The apocalypse. Everyone's been denying it but it has finally come. Death by zombies. I almost laugh out loud. That sounds ridiculous. Everyone used to say that zombies aren't real. They were wrong. The zombies were created from dead bodies injected with radiation. My dad was one of the people who made them. He helped develop the serum that was put in the bodies. I think the radiation affected his brain. He was sent to the hospital, but not before he made me into a zombie. I'm not dead, but I am radioactive. I don't want to go into great detail, but basically he made me into an alive zombie. I am sitting on my bed, crying from just thinking about the memory. But I can't delay it any longer. I have to leave. I grab my backpack from the hall closet and stuff it with food, a canteen of water, my phone, a sleeping bag, blanket and pillow, and my favorite picture of me and my little brother. (It was a huge backpack, okay?) Jack was also made into a living zombie (courtesy of my father) but he didn't make it. I guess his little body couldn't handle the radiation. I barely survived, but something inside me snapped. I'm not insane, but Iv'e never been as rational and careful as I once was.

I run down the stairs as fast as humanly possible, tears streaming down my face. I grab an apple from the pantry on my way out the door. The wind is blowing hard, and the sky is nearly black. Trees are whipping around, about to break and crash to the ground. I put my backpack on my shoulders and walk down the driveway. I look at my hands. They glow bright green. The serum was blue, but I guess the reaction with the chemicals in my body turned it green. I run into the woods, trying to hide from anyone, and anything whom I might could hurt.

TOPTOPTOPTOPTOP!!!! Also, in Ella's appearance, I forgot to add that she wears a sweatshirt on top of her T-shirt.

Ella~

She knew it would happen. Sooner or later, it would. She told me to be prepared, in case it did ever occur and she couldn't get out, but we never thought it would happen this fast.

My family lives right next to the research station, the place my Mom works. She told me earlier that morning that they were close to finishing their experiment. "Mom, please stay home! What if something happens to you? It's too dangerous."

She smiled gently at me. "Ella, you always worry about me, but you never worry about yourself. Just remember that if anything happens, you are prepared. And Ella?"

"Yes?"

"Remember that you are a very brave and confident girl, and that I will always love you." She hugged me gently as if she knew what would happen, and then left. That was the last time I saw her that day. 

The appocalypse started later that afternoon. There was a loud noise from the research station, and I ran outside to go find out what was going on. Smoke started to fill my lungs, as I staggered slowly back to the the house. From inside, I saw other people walking abnormally out of the station. One of them was my Mom. I grabbed my supplies just in case I needed them, and ran out the door to meet her. I could tell something was not right when I reached her. "Mom, are you ok?" She slowly turned her head towards me and I gasped. Her face was not one that I knew. Not a human face, but one of rotten flesh and sunken eyes. "Mom?" I said in disbelief.

She slowly started to walk towards me, along with a few others, who I did not recognize. "Zombies…" I whispered. Slowly they started to surround me. There was no way out that I could see. Reaching behind me back, I grabbed one of my supplies hoping I could use it to ward them off. It was a sword. Mom gave it to me when I was 10, and taught me how to use it in case this ever did happen. Thinking quickly, I stabbed it into one of the bodies. As it fell, I saw my chance to escape and ran away before they could surround me again.

As I ran, I saw people screaming and trying to hide from the zombies. They weren't prepared, and they didn't know what to do. I saw people surrounded by the zombies, becoming one of them. I shivered, tightening the strings of my swearchirt as I ran. "Maybe it's just a dream.." I thought hopefully, but I knew it wasn't. None of it was. I saw friends and neighbors dissapear, and I cringed with guilt. I wanted to help them, reach out to them, anything, but I just kept running. Everything I knew was gone…. including my Mom.  

Iris~

It all starts during fifth period math.

I was sleeping with my eyes open, listening to the teacher talk about who-knows-what and not catching anyone's eye, when I heard a strange moan from below. Sitting by the window, I turn and stare out to the front of the school.

"Oh great Saint Patrick!" I scream, making everyone stare. A few people laugh– all right, the things I say may be funny. I pick them up from the books I read when I have nothing else to do– which is a lot of the time.

"Now, what would make you utter such a blasephmous incantation and distrupt my class, Iris?" asks the teacher, a middle-aged man.

"Sir," I gasp, "You may not believe me, but… there are zombies outside the school."

As I expected, the class starts laughing. Even the math teacher gives a dry chuckle. "Okay then Iris, let's check."

I've had a few of these episodes before. Having studied emergency manuals very carefully in my spare time, I can recognize many possible threats. Last time, it was radioactive fish. This time, it's real radioactive humans.

"Oh, sweet mother of–!" the math teacher screams. "Let me alert the principal!"
He dials the number on the classroom phone and speaks urgently into the mouthpiece. Almost instantly, the loudspeaker crackles.

"Attention, students. We are on lockdown, I repeat we are on lockdown. Teachers, please escort your children to the emergency shelters beneath the building. AND LOCK THE DOORS! AND WINDOWS! ALL OF THEM!"

The class jumps. They've never heard the principal panic on the loudspeaker– well, neither have I, really. The math teacher is already at the door. "Well? Come on, class, what are you waiting for?"
We scramble out of our seats and practically run out of the classroom. We're on the top floor; it's a long way down. I'm trying to figure out if this is an advantage or not when the principal screams, "They've broken down the door! They've broken down the door!"

I break away from the class and tear down a side exit, wishing badly that I had my backpack with me. It's an emergency all-purpose backpack and I bring it with me everywhere. How could I have forgotten it?
Well, it's too late, I tell myself. And too risky to go back– what if they've broken the windows or something? I sprint down to the bottom floor and wrench open my locker. Nothing of value, really– my coat is the only thing that might come in useful. I grab it and race out the back, hoping the zombies won't notice me. They do.

Luckily, it isn't far to my house. I have about a minute when I get inside, I calculate, so I gulp down a glass of water, scoop up my dog, and exit through the basement storm doors. It would be a perfect hideaway except there's no protection on the stairs.

And I'm off, racing through the streets. A part of me knows it's impossible to loose the zombies– they're most likely everywhere— but I have to hope. I reach an old abandoned part of down and stand there to catch my breath. Lots of metal– good. I find a promising tornado cellar– whoever lived there must have been as paranoid as I am– and slip into it. I know I've trapped myself, but hopefully the zombies won't be able to get through the doors.

Instead, I'll slowly starve to death.

-Fahrenheit (Three Hours after Parent Death) 

Hi. I'm Fahrenheit. Once I was Dee. Short explanation of my life: My parents are zombies and my house is on fire. I'm out here, stupidly, trying to save as many people as I can with a flamethrower off eBay and bootleg C4. So far I happen to be doing well. It seems that the school is surrounded by zombies. Rushing in with my makeshift weapon blazing, I immediately pull out. There's too many. I don't know if I can save them all. But there's always a reason to try. "FOR THE LOBSTERS!" I scream for no particular reason. It's chaos in seconds, but I'm having fun! Why not have a festive little rampage? Fire's where I'm comfortable.