abstract
| - Before everything turned black, there was hope. Hope of better lives, myself included, I was the vice-president of the biggest military arms corporation in the world, opposed to the terrorists plaguing Fairview. We are The Fairview Liberation Front. Then anarchy descended into being. The terrorists were no longer the threat. There was a new enemy. The Infected. The Front collapsed from power into nothingness in the blink of an eye. I was cast aside like I was nobody, sleeping in any bed I could find in the compounds like everybody else as quarantine was put into procedure. As the fires ravaged in the city, the people of the compound looked on and prayed for their lives, yet it did no good, the infected broke the gates of the compound like they broke the gates to my life. Bullets failed to stop them, the human race, the elite of species, fell to the infected like boulders. It was then I decided. I wasn’t going to be scared anymore, I was going to unleash my ferocity and inspire it into everyone else. The human race had overcome everything else, why not this. Out of the ashes of the F.L.F., emerged the intent of ridding not only Fairview, but the world of the new plague. The zombies. F.L.F. is a clan that trains members in combat, survival, ferocity and diplomacy. Whether the enemy is human or infected, we expect to dispatch them and employ fear into their eyes. This is not just about survival; this is about becoming the best. We strive to become the strongest and most active clan; being able to survive and extend our territory in the infected streets of Fairview.
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