Arcsville

Arcsville

One of the first, or at least the first successful, human refuges after the outbreak. A-ville started as a small coalition of survivors banding together against the outbreak. The name Arcsville came about as one of the initial members was a Pastor, who loved to preach the story of Noah’s Ark, as it was the only one he could remember without actually having a bible to read. This mixed with the fact that the owner of the land was named Arcadian, produced the common name for the town.

  • Pastor McNeily – Born: 1967 – 2028. A germaphobic Baptist Pastor. McNeily grew up in a deeply religious family, in his eyes the words of the church were the words of god himself. He knew it was his calling from the time Father Parks showed him their special place. Once he had taken up the cloth for himself, his zeal was unmatched, McNeily was a popular tele-vangelist with one of the highest ratings amongst them. One day during a sermon, the church doors burst open and a screaming bloodied woman came running into the church. McNeily amongst others quickly surrounded the injured women tending her, and McNeily rushed off to call 911 from his office. Shortly after getting a message about all circuits being busy, McNeily heard a scream from outside, then another, growing in number until it was a cacaphony of shrill screams, and pain filled cries of terror. McNeily instinctually grabbed his favorite cross, which happened to be three feet long, weighing in at thirty pounds of pure silver. Rushing to the aid of his fellows he found the injured woman chewing on the entrails of sister Cara, and numerous other bodies on the ground, some alive, some dead. Without hesitation, he drew a cross over his chest and sprinted at the monster, with one powerful swing he lobbed the head clean off the corpse, and it toppled over. As McNeily said a prayer for the deceased (After of course cleaning every spot of blood from his cross and self) the others began rising around him, he turned slowly towards them, and gripped his cross tightly. “May the heavenly father have mercy on your soul, and mine for what I must do!” With these words he continued to dispatch every corpse in the church. After his encounter with the zombies, McNeily knew he had to do something, had to help as many people as he could. So he began towards the stuido where his show was recorded and aired. On his way there, walking on foot as he did everywhere else, he encountered only a few more of the creatures, that was until he was crossing the town square at noon, suddenly the town clock began to ring, over and over, after the second ring, each following seemed to bring out more and more undead. He began running towards the station with as much might as his legs had in them. As he turned the corner to smith street he found himself staring at a wall of rotten flesh. Milling about and slowly shambling towards him, or towards the sound one, the zombies seemed endless in number. McNeily began saying a prayer for himself, when he heard a loud roar of an engine and a crash. He turned to find a hummer, flying through zombies like bowling pins. Hanging out the passenger window was a young rough looking man, wielding a large sledge hammer, exploding those corpses that got close enough for him to reach. He had a small mohawk and a blue jeans vest on, and sarenghetti sunglasses shielding his eyes. The hummer pulled up and the driver nearly fell out of the car to his knees. “Father! Both you and god forgive my sins and words, but let’s get the fuck outta here!” The grizzly, chisled old man in overalls and a welders helmet, leapt to his feet and grabbed McNeily’s arm, throwing him into the hummer, and slamming the gas. Father McNeily quite shocked of the whole occurence, thanked the lord for his delivery, and demanded that the two men take him to the broadcast station. On the way there McNeily learned that Arcadian, the man driving the hummer, had a large plot of open land, surrounded by forest, and only a few miles from a scrap yard. The three men arrived at the broadcast station and fought their way through an unrecountable number of zombies. McNeily quickly turned on the system and began broadcasting, telling the people of the plot of land that Arcadian spoke of, and that there would be a refuge created there. Off they drove after that, only hoping that people had heard the broadcast…

Arcsville

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