The Sword

You're father Fred Doe taught you how to sword fight when you were ten. He thought that it were come in handie in the future. He thought right.

You caught the sword Jim threw with ease. The sword had become like an extra arm to you. "Hey Jim what going on?" you ask.

"Some bone head fool left the gate door open. A hord of zombies came in soon after. We need everyone we can to get rid of them from our safe place. Now hurry."

You follow Jim to the hord of zombies. Jim took out his trusty magium pistols. He shot like an old timing cowboy. You follow suit by cutting and slicing the zombies away from the townhall.

The town you live in is a enclose zoo. The people here made this place livable by letting out the animals, beside the ones that made food that could be eaten. Also they knock down the cages the animal was in. Everyone in here live in tents, but the president, Stan, who live in the zookeeper housing area.

You saw a little girl holding a teddy bear looking at a zombie coming her way. At the retiles place you saw an old man with no weapon backing away from the incoming zombies. You were in the middle of this problem.