Gamerboy20

It was a dark night when it happened. A heavy rain fall was falling from the sky. Lighting and the alarms going off were the only light that lit up the building. Thunder shook the ground. The undead ran the earth now, and no one could stop them. In this small town of Ducatel, the windows were broken, the cars and boats alarms were going off, and bodies lay covering the streets. Rain poured down, flooding the ground and mixing with the blood. At the Ducatel Prison, a tall man in an orange jumpsuit with the sleeves ripped off, revealing the tattoos covering both his arms walked out of a hole on one the side of the brick building. His shaved bl