Y/n Greene, is a survivor who survived a zombie outbreak a few years ago and losing his girlfriend to those things.
Now living at Fortune City, he only cares killing zombie in a television show called Terror Is Reality.
Join on his journey as he tri...
As he makes his way to his apartment, Y/n saw a television playing the news.
He watches and learned that the caused of the outbreak was a member of CURE led by Stacey Forsythe as an act of terrorism.
Stacey radio Y/n telling about the news. He couldn't believe if she's telling the truth or not.
But he decided to Fortune City Hotel to find if Stacey is innocent or not.
Y/n makes his way to the hotel while rescuing some people who are still alive and providing them direction to the safe house
He arrives at the hotel and enters the lobby
Y/n looks around and found a name tag on the floor.
He picks it and had the name of the reporter who broadcast the news about the outbreak
Then Y/n felt intense attention and turn and saw a zombie
As it was about to strike him a gun shot was heard resulting the zombie getting its head shot and tumble down
Y/n saw who was the shooter
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?: You need to pay attention out here, buddy.
Y/n: Thanks.
?: Rebecca Chang, Channel 6 Action News.
Y/n: Y/n Greene.
Rebecca: Are you serious? From Terror Is Reality?
Y/n: The one and only.
Rebecca: Since you're sticking around... care to answer a few questions?
Y/n: Another time, lady. CURE didn't have anything to do with the outbreak
Rebecca: Right. And the tape showing CURE tampering with the cages.
Y/n: A fake. Look I need to know where you found that time and your source.
Rebecca: Reporters don't reveal their sources, Y/n. That's privileged information.
Y/n: the hell with privileged. That wasn't CURE on the tape. They are being set up.
Rebecca: Hmmm... Why should I believe you?
Y/n: It's your choice. But you want the big story?
Y/n: Help me out. I'll answer your questions and give you an interview.
Rebecca: With the prime suspect? It has to be an exclusive.
Y/n: Deal!
Rebecca: I can't tell you my source. But there's a central security room. There'll be footage of everything that happened there. I can show you where it is.
Y/n: Well, that's a start at least. Aren't we going to need your crew?
Rebecca: Hmmm... They ran off. With all the equipment. I guess they just didn't want it bad enough.
Y/n: Well too bad for them, they left a beautiful news reporter to a true man.
Without noticing that Rebecca blush from what he said
Y/n follows Rebecca while they face off the undead as she leads him to the security room.
On the way, the were stop by a security gate
Y/n: Damnit.
Rebecca then press a button on a panel next to her resulting the gate to be lift up.
Rebecca: Well, what are you waiting for?
Y/n: Just checking out the view
Rebecca smile slightly and both continue their way to the security room
Upon arriving at the security room, the door was locked causing Y/n try force to to open the door
Rebecca: Here... let me try.
Y/n: Don't bother- it's locked
As Rebecca uses an item to open the door Y/n was amazed by something
Y/n:
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Rebecca: No one eve got an award playing by the rules, Y/n.
Y/n: Touche
Y/n and Rebecca enter security room and saw it was a mess
Rebecca: Wow. Looks like somebody didn't like the show much.
Y/n: Fuck! There's nothing that we can use everything has been destroyed.
Rebecca: Y/n- check this out.
Y/n saw what's Rebecca was looking and filming.
A guard officer was shot with no bite marks
Y/n: No zombie did that
Rebecca: There might not be anything here to clear your name, but it definitely proves someone's covering up what really happened
Y/n: Believe now?
Rebecca: Let's just say I'm intrigued.
Before leaving the security office Y/n saw the time and it was late.
Y/n: Rebecca do you have a safe place to rest? It's dangerous head back to the safe house.
