Add on to the story . lets say around 500 words maximum per post. and you can only post once each week. give every body a turn.
I'll set a few parameters. and post the first paragraph.
The story involves slow moving Zombies, of the Autumn Variety
it takes place in the USA, lets say the fictitious town of Ogenquit Maine.. in the middle of summer (Thank you Mr King). I dont think Frannie or Harold should make an appearance though.
We are not sure how the plage started. it seems to be airborne and has killed 99.9 percent of the population. 10 percent got up again. it started with flu like symtoms, and was slower acting than Moodys. more like captain trips.
our Hero is 21 years old, (lets call him Bill Mason

WE BEGIN.
The power's gone, I don't know how it lasted this long, I havent seen another living soul in 3 days... (is it nuclear round here?). Where do I start?
Everyone is dead, except those that are...... go on say it... Zombies. I don't know how else to describe them. They move, they stagger, but have no real conciousness, its the only word that fits.
I guess it is important to write it down, some kind of record.. I dont even know if there is anybody left to read it.
We, my three dead friends and I... came down from college for a few days of sun and surf. just a laxy weekend on the beach. Michaels parents owned a beach house here in Ogenquit.
The radio and TV both started giving reports on Saturday morning about some kind of flu that had broken out all over the country, they said it was pretty bad, and people should stay home if they could, to stop it speading.
END.............