Heh, alright. You spawn in a movie theatre, at the silver screen. The room is filled with dead zombies, but you have your gas mask so you don't have to worry about spores.

All right, I exit the movie theatre out the back door and look for food. I see a convenience store down the block, however, it's guarded by an armored truck. I sneak behind a building and climb a ladder up to the rooftop. I see a propane tank on the roof, so I run over to it and pick it up. As I'm directly above the truck, I open the propane tank and hurl it downwards. The tank impacts the truck, and I follow it up by shooting the tank, making the car explode. Several bandits hear the commotion and exit the store. I holster my pistol and take out a rusted machete I found on the floor. Then, I jump down onto a bandit from the roof, snapping his neck as I land on his head. The two other bandits raise their rifles and fire, to which I respond by using the dead bandit's body as a human shield. The attacking bandits stop to hastily reload, and I charge them, discarding my human shield. I run up to the first one and decapitate him, before hurling my machete into the last one's heart, killing him. I scavenge two rifles and three magazines each, along with vital supplies. I enter the store, take what I need, and leave. I'm walking down the road before a group of bandits stop me, brandishing weapons. I hold up my hands before snapping my fingers with a smirk. A tank lands in front of me, blocking the incoming fire. I crawl in and yell "I'VE GOT A TANK! GET REKT, BITCHES!" Before blowing them up with maniacal laughter. I happily drive down the road in my tank, signing What is Love, before coming upon the main characters fighting for their lives. Being the nice guy I am, I destroy their opposition and leave without a second thought. What happens next?

You feel a warmth behind you. It's Shrek! He puts you on your knees and fills your butt with his love. It hurts so much, but you want to please Shrek. He thrusts deep into you, and roars a mighty roar. He whispers int your ear "this is my swamp" and flies away. [spoiler]But seriously, you aren't really giving me much to do :I You seem to be GMing yourself lol[/spoiler]

Yeah, I tend to do that. All right, the tank explodes for no apparent reason and I'm left with a massive cut in my wrist, my gas mask, and a rifle with no bullets. I'm tired, hungry, and bleeding out. The nearest store that I could use to bandage myself up is too far away. In addiction, a runner attacked me, and left a nasty bite on my injured arm. I have the choice of cutting it off and hopefully living, or going insane as the fungus ravages my mind. What do I do?

I'd recommend you cut it off, but as the player, it's your decision.

Okay, I cut off my arm just below the elbow and wait thirty days for it to heal. Once it is a stump, I sharpen it into a fine point. Then, I run around beheading people with my stub. On a more serious note, I now have a bleeding stub of an arm and no bandages. So, I cut off a piece of cloth from my shirt and make a T-thingy. Once that is done, I shamble over to an alleyway and climb inside a cardboard box. I slowly drift off to sleep. What happens next?

You awake surrounded by other humans. They do not look threatening, but rather, have pity in their eyes. The seeming leader of the group looks you in the eye and asks you "What happened?" How do you respond?

"I was riding in a tank when it blew up...You don't have to believe me or my story, but I would greatly appreciate it if you could spare some food or water. If you decide to take me in to your group, be aware that I may be infected. If I start to develop signs...I'll take myself out far away from you kind, caring people."

He looks at you strangely. He says to the group, "Get this man some water." After giving you the water he says, "We'll give you water, but I'm afraid we can't support you any more than that. I'm sorry." He calls his group off and they start to walk away. What do you do?

Accept it and rebuild my strength, becoming stronger each day. Finally, after a couple of years, I have gathered together various bandits into a stable society. The community is ruled by three wise men, me, a man named Dimitri, and a woman named Felix. We all came from different walks of life, and each have our views on how to rule. Though at times we don't get along, we have become strong friends. Now, we travel from city to city, gathering a wide variety of people with which we hope to rebuild society. Our future looks bleak, but we might just accomplish our goal...

Right.... I don't think I should GM for you...

Hmm...the society collapses and we all die?

Sure why not.

So what happens when these infected no longer have things to eat? I mean, what would happen if humanity just got together and hid in an underground bunker, with no break-ins or infections? I don't know man, but it keeps me up at night.

Going to sleep irl. Continue on, I'll reply in the morning.