Name: John "JJ" Jones
Health: 100
Status: Fine
Inventory: Empty
Clothing: Black Shirt, black pants, black shoes
Location: Roseville, Minnesota
I viewed the infection as just another one of my problems, next to girl trouble and not being fit. By the way things were going, with the whole world ending and such, I thought that Minnesota, with all it's lakes, would be unscathed by everything. I was visiting my Aunt and Uncle when everything went down. Alexander and his wife, Sarah, had come to meet me after my accident, after celebrating their 3rd anniversary. We were planning for me to stay until August 2nd, the official day that my doctors said that my body would finish recovering, and that I could return to work. I only stayed in Roseville until July 30th.
July 29th was as normal a day with my relatives could be. We had a late breakfast at 10, and hung out around the nearest lake. Sarah dragged us to the local mall, making us stay at Macy's for at least what seemed like forever. We had lunch at the restaurant that Alexander's older sister, Vicky worked at, the Good Earth. We then went home and chatted for a while, then walked in the park. We then went home. That's when things went bad.
We were letting it all hang out in the lounge when we heard gunshots, and screaming. Keith cautiously looked out the window. His eyes widened, and what he said made us not want to look outside ourselves, except me. "Somebody is being devoured out in the street." I looked outside, and couldn't believe what I saw. What we could see was total chaos. A red-headed woman across the street was slumped down on her garage door, while an African male, who was missing an ear, chowed down on her breasts and chest area. It then pulled out her lungs, which she was still using to scream, and silenced her by puncturing both with two bites. After that, It pulled out her still beating heart, and devoured it whole. Suddenly, his head exploded. What seemed to be the woman's husband stood there, with a Belgium-made PDW in hand, with the same brand and caliber semiautomatic pistol in a holster. He stood there for a moment, until his poor wife lunged at him, biting his arm. He impulsively shot her, and wept for a minute, then put the gun to his head, and ended his living nightmare. I noticed a flash of light to the right, and the roar of a jet passing over us. I realized what was going to happen right before it hit. The bomb hit the middle of the street, blowing up the front of 4 houses. We were in one of them.
When the smoke cleared, I found Alexander bashed against the wall, unconscious, but not severely injured. Keith and Sarah were sprawled on the floor, with Sarah already getting up. And then I saw Ann. She was covered in glass cuts and bruises, and had what looked like a broken arm. Keith rushed to her side, checking to see if she was alive. "She has a pulse!" He announced, overjoyed, and then quickly ran to the garage, then the bedroom, and came back into the room with all the materials for a makeshift splint. He quickly fitted it on her, and then ran back to the garage, coming back with a toolkit, complete with three prybars, and a sledgehammer. I eagerly took a prybar, and then walked out of the gaping hole in the front of the house, towards the dead man in the street. A zombie came at me, a fat, freckled dork that looked like he had spent too many hours in front of the TV, playing CoD while eating a supersized bag of chips. I dispatched him with a swift blow to the head. I continued over to the dead man, and found that he was wearing a vest with lots of extra mags and ammo, a cleaning kit, and a few first aid kits. I took what he had on him, and searched his pockets and backpack, finding lots of food, and a few of what seemed to be grenades full of bile, not with any sort of food in them, mind you. Keith came up behind me and tapped my arm, making me jump. "Is this the end, John?" he asked.
"No," I answered. "This is definitely the beginning."
We got out of the city fine, and went north, avoiding all large cities and towns, and staying miles away from Duluth. We stopped for the night, and were almost killed by a hunter, who said that he came from a little tourist town called Grand Marais, who had a few dozen people who didn't leave in the Government evacuation.
Name: John "JJ" Jones
Health: 100
Status: Hopeful
Inventory: FN Five Seven, prybar
Clothing: Black Shirt, black pants, black shoes
Location: The North Shore, Minnesota
