A Nerds' blog

Chapter One: Naming Ritual. The first sights of a familiar but all too different world greeted us, with an open field to our right and light forest to our left down an old dirt road towards a small town in the distance, buildings and a high wall made of Stone and wood. "Well, we best get a move on to somewhere we can find out what's going on." The brit states bluntly, however, everyone is in agreement. I look around at the group as we all start walking, taking better note of those around me. The first I took note of the was the Englishman, now able to get a solid look at him, he was dressed casually but smartly, his features soft but mature, black short hair, lightly spiked but neat with a red cardigan and collared shirt mixed with black jeans and comfortable sneakers. The Scotsman was next in eyesight and he seemed to be a blonde fellow with a large jacket on, seeing from behind I could only see his blue jeans and big work boots. Jumping from him the next one to cat...

Introduction: Drip, drip, drip, the sound of water dripping on a stone floor is what I stirred to, opening my eyes with my head pounding to the dripping sound. Not a moment later did i find myself in a dark, torch-lit room, wooden columns holding up a grid wooden frame well above my head and the faint whisper of voices not too far off, but far off enough to not be aware of my presence although clearly sounding distraught, my first instinct was to go see what was wrong and at this point I had few other choices to figure out what was going on. I placed my hands on the floor and stood up, clutching my head as I paced lofty towards the voices, the distinct voice of a girl is what I heard as I drew closer. "Oh my god! I can't believe we're in this mess, and how many of us are there in a room with no way out!?". The girl shouted angrily just before noticing me walking up and jumping back with a shriek. "Zombie!" She shouted and I saw no less than five other fi...