[i][u]Apocalypse[/u][/i] [b][i]The Legion Camp[/i][/b] [b]A dog ran through the camp, wagging its tail. No one knew how it got it. That wasn't important. It found a lone recruit Legionnaire. It didn't matter what he looked like. He looked at the dog. It barked twice. He felt a chill. It wasn't an actual temperature change. It was as if his brain had made him feel it. He heard a voice. It was calm, collected. But it was chilling. To the bone. "Good night..." He suddenly felt terrified. Like something terrible that didn't belong was there. "Sleep tight..." The terror gave way to dread. He could now tell the voice was masculine. It sounded manic. "Don't let the..." The feeling of dread grew. He could barely bear it. "Dead Bite." A chilling laugh was heard, then a figure appeared behind the dog. It smelled of rot. Like death. The first thing he noticed was the mask. It looked like it was two masks plastered together. One half was black, featureless. The other half was a dark grey, an insane smile on it. It had a hateful eye, red and glowing. It had cracks all over the mask. It was bleeding profusely from its exposed eye. The second thing he noticed was the bandana that was tied around its neck. It had a city's skyline, that being in white. The base of the bandana was black, and an anarchy symbol ran through the city. It's body was like black sticks coming from a black base, narrowing down to the legs. It had a blue three on its right shoulder, and its legs were covered in a golden chainmail. Behind its mask, it smiled. It spoke again. "Why hello there..." This time, its voice was a deep baritone, but it had one fault. It sounded like the thing was choking on some sort of liquid. It approached the man. It suddenly lashed out, chomping down onto his throat. Dead Bite chewed it up, then swallowed.[/b] "I believe that's enough for now... I wish you luck..." [b]The Stand disappeared. The dog ran. A second after they left, the corpse got back up, groaning. It immediately walked to the nearest other, and bit his throat out. He turned. This continued until the entire Legion was turned. A million zombies. All marching to the Dojo. May god have mercy on your souls.[/b] [spoiler]I will indeed kill literally anyone with these zombies. Your character can(and probably will die) in this. If not enough people respond and repel the attack? Well, let's not let that happen. This is a literal apocalypse. [i]Open.[/i][/spoiler]