Story: You know what it is

Rika looked around. Everything looked normal, but she knew that it wasn't. She could smeel the decomposing flesh of the others. Her teammates. Some of them, her friends.
Shuffling was coming from behind her. Sheslowly turned around to see her friend, Mark Thomas, behind her. He was dead! How could he still be walking!? She couldn't beleive what she was seeing. She raised her gun slowly.
'I'm sorry Mark...'she thought and shot him in the face. He fell down, but she would twich perodicly. She needed a vacation...

Claire was running as fast as she could, as she reloaded her Desert Eagle. She was being chased by dogs, but not normal ones. They lacked fur and skin, showing their burned muscles. She ran straight to the wall and kicked it, jumping over the dogs. She aimed and fired without hesitation, killing them after landing.

She was panting, but kept running, but this time slower. She needed to find the survivors...if there were any.

Matt looked for his sister all over the place. He wasn't giving up on her... even if she was one of them. He loved her too much to do that.

((Sorry for the short post, I'm just blank right now if you know what I mean))