
It is the year 2031. The world has been ravahesd by a zombie plague and nothing much is left in the way of goverment other than the small groups of people trying to live. There are groups like the Zombie Slayers who are bent on reidding the world of zombies and there are places like The Alcatraz Republic who want nothing to do with the rest of the world.
John, a seven foot tall dragon, walks down a street in what is left of San Fransisco. He has his Colt 1911 strapped into a holster at his side and a M-16 strapped to his back. He walks as musoc comes out of his Ipod, louad enough to be heard a few feet away.
ummm. *looks around nervously* i was dumped here by some people who took me washington.. i dont really know why they took me but they ended up leaving me here...