You and a few others have managed to make it out of suburbia and into the countryside. The population is less dense here, but there's still danger. Just because you don't see zombies doesn't mean they aren't lurking behind trees or rocks. You know a place where you can regroup and restock. It belonged to a friend - now dead - who loved to hunt. You're sure to find supplies there. You pray you don't find anything else...or anything finds you.
You've always kept one step ahead of the undead masses that have overrun the city. Survival has been your only goal and you've managed to stay alive so far without incident. But your luck has officially run out and you now find yourself surrounded. Taking a deep breath, you tell yourself you can survive this if you just keep your cool. Of course, it would help if you had more ammo, but let's try to stay positive here.
To write is to create substance out of nothingness. Painters use colors, sculptures use clay, and writers use words. A writer's canvas is the mind of the reader and their paint is pure emotion. To be a wordsmith is to be a creator of visions and ideas. A single word or sentence can stir the imagination of an individual and rouse nations to war. And it all begins with a single letter that turns the gears of change and destiny.
It began with the disappearance of a child. Some blamed wolves while others suggested the child just wandered off. But you know better. The city is full of secret places and dark alcoves where evil waits to pounce on the innocent. The old castle that overlooks the city might hold friends who can help you or the very fiends you are attempting to kill. You must be smart to survive and the prey you hunt have survived for hundreds of years.
It's the end of the world. Ironically, it fell on a Monday. You came into the office dreading the long week of soulless work ahead of you, but now things have become considerably worse. In addition to the unreasonable deadlines and heavy workload, you now have to deal with your undead co-workers who are roaming the halls hungry for your brain. Time to spruce up your résumé and survive. Gads, you hate Mondays...
Salem was built upon the bedrock of religious doctrine that was riddled with cracks of intolerance, superstition, and ignorance. When fear and panic swept through the community in the 1600's, mass hysteria debased unjustly accused individuals to a level parallel to demons and witches. What some called purification is now known to be murder. A formal curse by a religious leader is called an "anathema". If we let our fears rule us, we are truly cursed creatures who are forever lost in shadow.