I will start out wringhting this story and anyone that wants to can add on to it. Introduce more characters or whatever you want but nothing to crazy. Fresh zombies can run.
John Bieng peeked out the crack of his kitchen window. Sun gleemed through the crystal like glass, he focusted his eyes on the backyard.
"there are three in the backyard," he yelled to his friend Jase who was standing upstires with his sniper out the window.
"they all must have gone to the big city, good thing we chose to live in the sub-urbs," he yelled back to Jase.
"should I take them out?" asked Jase.
"no it will attract more, and we need all the space we can get if we are going to pick up Nick at his house today," Jase and John had been baracaded inside the house ever sience the outbreak had begun and they were low on food.
"ok I see at least eight more they look like there to rotted to run,"
"alright we need to get to the pickup on come downstairs," John yelled. Jase came thundering downstairs to the kitchen his sniper on his back with an M1 in hand. John carried an MP5 along with a Magnum silenced. they had plenty of ammo, and John also carried a 12 gauge hunting pump action shotgun.
"ok on my mark we run outside and shoot are way to the truck,"