San Jose California is overran. The once densely populated city is now filled with corpses as the dead walk, and make victims of the living. Few safe bastions remain for those trapped within the confides of the city, for each day more dead pour in from the outskirts of town. Trapped within the center of the city locked within an old dive bar, a small group of survivors hold on to the last rays of hope they can muster. With food stores running low and the dead becoming ever more bold just outside their windows a delicate choice must be made. Do the survivors try to hold out within the bar, or do they seek solace elsewhere? No matter the choice there will be consequences and sacrifice. Will the survivors band together for the safety of the group or will their journey end here? Only God knows, and only time will tell. William Thomas Creed | J's Bar&Grill | Everyone It was cold, tonight, too cold. William's breath cold be seen forming cold wisps as he leaned against the wooden planks barring a nearby window and stared out into the darkness. He knew they were out there, he could hear them, but at least for the moment they were not near enough to see. Whether that was a blessing or not still remained to be seen but it did at least give some sign that the group huddled together within the bar had yet to draw the attention of the creatures lingering outside. Through either luck or divine providence they had all remained safe for yet another night, for dawn would soon be upon them. Now though, it was cold. The power was still on in the bar but for the most part everyone was too afraid running anything would attract to much attention to them. Perhaps they were right, William didn't think so, but then again he had no real place to attempt to change their minds in mass. Slowly he would move away from the window and back towards the bar, sighing and running a hand through his hair as he did so. Jay, the owner of the bar, stood behind the counter rubbing a cloth over a glass in an attempt to mimic his usual routine and forget the horror he was in now. William understood that in all honesty, but sooner or later everyone was going to have to get used to how things now were. "How bad is it Willy?" Jay asked William as he continued to wash the glass. William had been a regular at J's since before he was locked away. One of the only habits he had left from his old days was coming to grab a drink at J's before he went home for the night. Despite his past Jay had never been hard on William, and because of that they formed a repertoire and a decent acquaintanceship. "Their staying away from the windows. If we stay quiet I guess we will be alright." William answered motioning for jay to hand him a bottle of whiskey from the rack behind him. "We should be fine until daybreak, but after that we seriously need to consider our options." William continued, taking the bottle now handed to him and opening it before placing it between his lips and taking a big swig. "Your storeroom won't be full forever, and I don't plan to hang around in a bar smack dab in the middle of town. No offense meant Jay." The old bartender's face grew sad for a moment followed by a hesitant nod. Whether or not he wanted to leave wasn't the main concern anymore. Each day more and more of those creatures filled the streets making it harder and harder to get out of here. If they waited any longer they may well wind up trapped within the bar. Then again they still had plenty of food within, as well as power and running water. Would abandoning that all be worth it? "I understand Willy. Guess we'll just have to wait and see." William nodded as he took another large drink from the bottle before smiling wryly and saying: "Well don't wait to long, I might just up and leave ya."