Eaters of the Living
15mm Zombie Apocalypse

Some were armed just to fight off the swarms of dead. Others armed as if going to war. And then they did.

They came together for mutual protection, but was there safety in groups, or only a cornucopia for the dead?

The dead know only one thing -- it is better to be alive. Perhaps this is why they are so desperate to consume living flesh.

... or are they? It's hard to say whether the newly-infected are still living or truly dead, for no one has yet been able to determine where the line is drawn. Study of them is impossible. What is known: When a person is bitten by a zombie without being devoured by it (or them), the person will rapidly fall ill, then briefly into a coma-like state, then immediately awaken with superhuman strength and utter black hostility, enraged and cannibalistic. These newly infected can run faster and fight stronger than a living person, and are the most terrifying of all the dead. Eventually, if not put down, they run out of energy and become the shamblers that cover the world's surface.

When it all went to hell, some organisations had the weapons and discipline to keep the nightmare at bay. Slowly and inexorably they were able to carve out a world for themselves, and expand that world. None is better known than the Kingdom of Jones, centred on a former professional military contracting company -- some called them mercenaries back when the world still worked. The Securiti Corporation was founded by former Navy SEAL Patrick Jones, then led upon his death by his daughter Colleen Jones. The Kingdom of Jones has continually expanded, seizing most of the survivors it meets as serfs, only a chosen few having what it takes to join the company as an Operative.

Trying to find a place to rest or regroup proved difficult for survivors, but people were resourceful. They used what they could to sleep and gain shelter, such as small tents or mattresses dragged out of houses. Chests of drawers were also taken from homes and proved very useful for stowage. They would build fires and use simple grills to cook over them, taking pots and pans from homes. Of course packs of bottled water were useful, and water coolers came in handy to stow water found in streams. Shopping carts proved invaluable in transporting goods and many survivors lived out of them, the carts themselves sometimes becoming the subject of combat in order to seize their contents.

Houses covered the landscape, of course, but could turn from fortresses into prisons or abattoirs in the blink of an eye...

Local law enforcement was the front line when the world went to hell, and herculean efforts were undertaken to restore order and protect the population. In some places, when that proved futile, police departments attempted to cordon themselves off, using their firepower to protect themselves, but it was all in vain.

We intend for this range to have several different uniform styles for police around the world. Check in for updates.

For a while it was thought that science could find a solution to the disaster spreading like wildfire across the planet's surface. Scientists worked feverishly in labs seeking answers, but all too often the Dead broke in, forcing them to flee, or even worse, the Dead being kept in labs for research broke out, leaving the scientists to choose between the death outside or the death within.

Around the world the elite special forces of the fast-fading remnant of civilised governments were organised into teams, equipped to make their way through zombie hordes in order to achieve those government's increasingly-desperate objectives. Usually volunteers from SAS, SEAL, KSK, Spetsnaz or similar units, these men are uniquely trained and equipped to take on very long odds and prevail.

The armament of these various teams is generally the very similar -- a low-recoil combat shotgun with a high-capacity clip, and a machete for close quarters "brain-work." They wear complete body protection and helmets with large visors to assure that their field of vision is not adversely affected when operating at close quarters.

Similarly, some civilian survivors or local law enforcement had, or were able to find, armour and equipment such as this, and it greatly assisted them in making their way through the hordes -- for a while ....

Sheri Amour had the misfortune of being in the hospital due to an accident when it all happened--how she was able to defend herself when the facility was overrun, no one can say, and she doesn't like to talk about it. She hadn't even been provided with a prosthetic leg yet but managed to fashion one out of a carbine with grenade launcher attached, dropped by a soldier perhaps. Holed up with a mechanic who modified the weapon so she could fire it by flexing her leg muscles, Sheri used her acrobatic skills to deadly effect, and a legend was born....

The apocalypse of the dead is a worldwide phenomenon, and it occurs with depressing familiarity no matter what the location. But in the UK (or, in this case, what had until recently been the UK) things are always a bit different. Zombies rose from the dead throughout the country as elsewhere, and in a small medical research centre in Berkshire, doctors worked feverishly to find a crude antibiotic. Striking on the idea that the wolves at a nearby animal sanctuary seemed unusually resistant to the virus, which they had designated "zed-1," these scientists created a plasmid incorporating wolf DNA and tested it on six subjects. Berkshire was soon thereafter overrun by the dead and the six test subjects fled north with a small group, settling in North Yorkshire. At first living in an abandoned park visitor centre, the test subjects and two other people were eventually taken in by farmers who had established the Yorkshire Safe Zone (YSZ), where there was a degree of normalcy and even an operating pub. But the six test subjects mysteriously disappeared soon after their arrival at the YSZ, and when the moon first became full, a deadly threat of a new type arose on the moors, much faster and more powerful than the dead, and now the Safe Zone was anything but.

Much to the surprise of the residents of the YSZ, two young Americans now came backpacking up from the south, one named Paul Hackett and the other a Dr. Pepper. Apparently they were in the UK on holiday when the dead began to rise, and had heard one of the many rumours that ran rampant amongst the survivors, that research was being done in Scotland to cure the virus. Pepper, an immunologist, was eager to help. They had made it all this way, but could they survive their journey across the moors?

Models painted by Dags.

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