My name is Luigi Castellano. Since the incident on October 10th, what most people would call the apocalypse, I've moved around everywhere. From Italy, to Australia, to Germany to get away from the relentless horde of the dead.

I've now settled into a nice home in New York, America. No zombies have been sighted for a few weeks. I was beginning to think that the threat has ended and all zombies were back in their graves and stayed there. The only problem was, they didnt stay dead.

Later that October week, at midnight, I had woken to find something had broken into my home. I heard a loud ruckus downstairs and went back to bed assuming it was my dog. Until I realised... I have a dog? I looked under the door of my bedroom, nothing was there, until I felt something on my face, blood was creeping in from under the door. I fell away from the door, quickly got dressed and reached for the nearest tough object I could find, thanks mom for teaching me the greatness of golf and all those tough golf clubs.

I opened up the window and looked outside to see what was happening. It wasn't good. Blood spilled into the streets from the houses in my neighborhood. I could tell it was time to go somewhere. Somewhere safe... I now know that the dead were going to be after the living... but the question was, "Is there anyone living?"

Its time to run......

Just reading over it, this sounds like a good introduction for a new zombie movie. Enjoy...

"Only problem was, they didnt stay dead." This is a quote from resident evil. Alice
is explaining the story and she said that. This for a movie?! Too short, Way too short. Where did all the blood come from...But I understand you did this cause you were bored.

heh, yeah i was just pulling random ideas out of my ass.... just thought that RE quote would be nice... and i got no idea where all the blood came from.. prolly some guy having violent diorrhea. lol..