Zombie uprising

The city of Zerectopia was rather large. Buildings so high that they touched the clouds and roads like endless ribbons stretching out into the horizon. Civilians lived their usually day to day life working, some legally, some illegally. The weather was frequently horrendous, bad rain like a torrent of disappointment, drenching spirits and leaving a gloomy atmosphere behind and bad wind like a mischievous whirlwind always causing chaos.

Amongst the midst of the city was a huge laboratory as white as a blank canvas where scientific discoveries were painted with curiosity and precision. The air in the labs were filled with electric energy as scientists delved into their research trying to unravel the mysteries of the universe. In a large office within where the room was filled with desks, computers and stacks of research papers, one of the scientists was a examining a formula when his cell phone rang.

The scientist, Dr Sheldon Timmons, sported a brown beard and his eyes shines through his spectacles with intelligence and determination. He was often seen wearing a lab coat always looking eager and ready for any scientific challenge. Timmons grabbed his cell from his pocket and answered the phone.