Well Guys, I chose to re-release this from the beginning because I think I needed to do it so I would get back into Writing.
I have also added notifications for which group it is that is currently being portrayed. I am also taking any and all suggestions, character ideas, or even co-writers.

AJ Dawson sat on the edge of the apartment bulding, staring down at the horde that was pushing it's way into the building. Past the abandoned barricades, and through the shattered doors. With his guitar in his hands, and his rifle at his side, he seemed almost serene to the others who were on the roof with him, crying, praying, all of them doing something. AJ only played, he played songs of the past, some newer songs, and some he written himself. He felt the others eyes on him as he played, but he only stopped inbetween songs, or to remind himself of how a certain part went.

He played for nearly an hour, untill he heard the smashing againts the door, and the moans of hunger from behind the door drowning out everything else. He let a smile come across his face as he turned and put his guitar and a book in the guitar case. Closing it, he knelt, picked up his rifle, and moved through the small crowd of his fellow survivors to the front of the semicircle that was made unconciously in front of the door.

"When they break through, open up on them.", he heard someone yell over the sound of the horde, "If and when they get through the field of fire, take as many of them as you can with you. And may God be with us all."

AJ was not a religious person, but he prayed then. He asked for forgiveness of the horrible things he had done in the past year, and that he won't be judged on them because they were neccesary. He prayed untill the door started to buckle under the force that the horde was using. He checked the cartridge on his rifle, and the extra's in his pouch, and finally, the handgun that he had kept since all of this started, making sure he was ready for the horde, and ready for the inevitable death that would come. Taking a knee and raising his rifle, he pointed it towards the door, hearing those around him do the same.

Hearing a familiar cough, he turned and saw his friend Andrew, the only friend from his past to stay with him, kneeling beside him. Not saying anything, they hugged, saying that they were there for each other. They turned back to the door, and when it was forced out of the frame, all AJ heard was the sounds of gunfire, and all he saw was blood, body parts, and the odd explosion from grenades and molotov cocktails.

For a few minutes, the slaughter in the doorway stayed just that, untill the horde pushed through the fire, and dove into the crowd. When he was tackled, he saw the change of hands, and when he felt the jaws clamp into his neck, he saw everything. His mind flared, and in his last seconds of life, he relived his past. The good times, the horrible times, and, the most prominent of all of his memories, the last year. Even though he was weak and getting weaker by the minute, he was able to move his arm down, pull out his handgun, and bring it to his head.

"What a way to go", he said.

And then he pulled the trigger, and then it was done.

Two days later, a flight of helicopters came over the city, looking for survivors. They came across the apartment building, and saw the carnage that had come from the aftermath of the battle. Dozens of dead bodies littered the roof. Guns, discarded clips, gernade fragments, body parts, and many other pieces of evidence. Passing by it, something caught a pilot's eye, and he went closer, and seen the oddest thing to see.

He saw a guitar case, untouched by the bloody battle that had gone on.

Moving above the building, he directed one of his guards to propel down to grab the case.

"How the fuck did this thing get through that mess?" The guard said when he got back into the chopper.

"No idea," the pilot replied, pulling back into the flight. "But I have a feeling that there's something good or important in there."

"Who knows." said the guard, "But we're gonna have to wait till we get back to base to check it out."

'Who the fuck do you think you are, pulling out of formation like that! I ought to take your hide!"

Hearing the voice coming from the radio, the pilot known he was gonna be eaten out good when he got back to base, but at least he had something to look forward too.

When they were back at the base, the pilot did get eaten out. For two hours, his commanding officer tore into him, screaming himself hoarse, untill he waved him out, saying that if he done anything like that again, he'd be fed to the zombies.

Oh well, he thought as he walked to the barracks, I guess I just gotta be quicker when I do it next time.

"Hey Dan, wait up."

Dan, the pilot, turned and saw the guard from earlier.

"Hey, Sam right?"

"Yah.", Sam looked around, making sure no one was close," So, did you open the guitar case yet?"

"No, not yet. Why are you asking?"

"It's killing me that I have no idea what's in it."

Dan nodded,"Yah, it's killing me too."

"So when are you going to open it?"

"Tonight. If you wanna see, meet me at the hanger at 2100."

"Gotcha.", he looked around again, trying to make sure no one heard." I'll see you there."

"See you there."

At that they turned and walked their seperate ways, not knowing that someone had heard them,