History said that in the past, humans were the dominant species of Earth, that the cities were prosperous and the beings that lived in them were relatively harmonious in living together. But then they showed up.

Somehow the long dead and buried had fought their way from beneath the ground, and the overflowing mass of humans began to dwindle. All had to adapt as an all out war on the mindless creatures began. None could remember a truly safe time, occasionally there would be a brief interlude between attacks, a time of relief and the chance to fortify the walls of their strongholds, as well as to search for more surviving humans.

Small groups didn't ever survive for very long, especially not when the undead swarmed the cities in a frenzy. It was on one such journey that they had found a young child with short, uneven, and dirty black hair. Her cerulean blue eyes were wide and ollow, her face pale and thin. Dried blood and chunks of flesh clung to her ratty grey dress.

The girl herself knelt between a mass of bodies, unmoving. The stench of death was pungeant in the air, her small hands clutched at several pieces of torn fabric. She looked as though she'd been there for a while, unmoving.

The group that found her were mostly youthful, though there were a few elderly with them. Each carried crudely made guns and swords. upon first glance, they would have thought the girl to be one of them ir even dead, herself.

Her gaze shifted to them and she released a simple, weak, frightened whimper, though her body didn't move. She quivered as one man lifted his weapon with the intention of killing her.

A young woman in her late teens sat up, bathed in a cold sweat. Her breaths came in harsh pants, and her heart hammered so heavily against her chest that she thought it would surely burst forth and fall into her lap, where her hands were clenched and shaking. She'd had that dream so often, and each time she wondered if that man would pull the trigger. She feared it most of all- the thought of death looming so closely over her.

Her motions caused others to stir and she immediately stilled. Their group wasn't that large, and they were currently boarded up in a school. The days of the young were spent in classrooms, learning about the very same lessons that their ancestors had learned, as well as added curriculum. They now faced courses such as weapons training, hand to hand combat, and zombie anatomy so that they might learn the weaknesses of their foes.

She was a part of an elite team working on improving the lifestyle of all those around her, and she alone is working on the creation of a hover vehicle in her spare time, though the success of it wasn't as high as she would have liked. The lands were strangely silence as the peace between her people and the zombies moved into its third year. She wondered often when they would attack again, those beings who had once been quite lacking in brains and who were now as intelligent as most humans- that was the frightening thing, and thinking about it caused her to shiver again.

The Characters of the war