Outbreak

[Bacon]

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Spoiler:

So here is something I started writing a long time ago. xD



Chapter one I guess

Spoiler:

It was a humid July night when I was shoved into the fray. This was the first security protocol that I would take part in while I resided in the Pacific haven. I remember how my fellow soldiers were like a well oiled machine as they exited our armored car. Our tactic was to move out in pairs to ensure that the newer recruits and any high priority targets would be covered as they exited the vehicle.

I was not expecting the afflicted house to be so calm. The house on a superficial level was not any different from any other home,yet I knew that a horrific sight awaited me. The concept of normalcy made me think that my home was my safe haven....I guess old habits die hard.

My captain approached the front door and placed a small peice sized clump of C4 on the doorknob. We all stood back 10 feet before rushing in to find a torn family room. A quick glace at the horrific sight would suggest that the infected rammed themselves into the sliding glass door. After this, there was a struggle because pock marks skewered the walls. As my gaze shifted across the blood stained floor, I found entrails stuck in an collapsed glass top coffee table. There was no body,so we had to assume the worst as those bloody foot prints lead into a nearby corridor and up a flight of winding stairs.

However, there was still a thumping from the second floor. Without much thought or concern for my orders, I rushed up the stairs to see if there was still a survivor.
Article 4, subsection 2:
No ambiguous thumping should be investigated until the proper precautions have been taken.
This rule was just common sense to most people because it was usually a trapped monster,but logic eluded me this day.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I found a rare variant of the infected. These abominations were deemed runners, fanatics, or Zealots. There were no scientific names for such a horrific beast that was once your loved one. So the global community just called these bastards zombies because they would undergo a frightening transformation. Their muscles would liquify while their bones would twist and contort. Their brains would press up against their skulls and cause additional nerve damage. All this lead to the common zombie being a slow and uncoordinated beast. Yet, the runners were different. Their minds would fall into darkness and their bodies would not suffer such grotesque afflictions. Rather, they would grow faster because they didn't have the chains of fatigue to wear them down.

There was a large closet that forked the path leading to different bed rooms on the second floor. The runner was continuously thrusting its arms into the already damaged door when it broke through. So I focused optical sight for the beast's kneecap and opened fire. The result looked minuscule from the entry wound,but the exit wound was a different story. Its entire kneecap was torn to ribbons as the muscle decorated the wall. The beast was now focused on me as it stumbled over. Its arm was caught in the door, so I shifted my aim to its skull and opened fire. I had taken down my first hostile, which felt both good and bad. However, there was still a matter of the victim to attend to, so I sucked up my fears and approached the door.

I found a young woman huddled up in the corner behind a few coats. Tears were coursing down her cheeks; so I offered my hand to her. At that moment, I couldn't understand why her eyes bulged until I heard a soft growl.

The ghoul bum rushed me so quickly that I only had enough time to shut the door in front of me.The beast slammed me into the door with incredible force as I felt its infamous iron grasp. In retaliation, I dropped down on my ass to throw the lunging assailant off balance. With my free arm, I drew my knife and thrust-ed the cerrated edge into its Adam's apple. Immediately, I carved into the bastard's neck until I felt the spine.

I felt the beast sporadically start a series of spasms as its efforts still were going strong. Yet, I felt its grip loosen and took advantage of this by wrapping my arm around its leg. With this, I could use the attacker's weight as leverage to slam him into the ground. After shaking its death lock, I rolled over and grabbed the hilt of my knife and its upper chest;with one thrust towards opposite directions, I severed the head of the runner.

Moments later I regained my grip on reality and directed my attention to the girl. With no warning she wrapped her arms around me while my commanding officer reached the top of the stairs. I suppose the woman had no other way to thank me,but she hugged for a moment more before resting her head on my shoulder.

Sergeant Sanders: Command central, be advised that the incident is isolated to the afflicted home, how copy?
Command: That's a good copy, head out for ex fil.

After that order, I escorted the admittedly cute girl down the stairs. She was still shook up, so I attempted to comfort her with some goofy small talk; while reassuring her that everything was going to be alright. However, that moment of peace was short lived when one of my squad mates suddenly collapsed....

Chapter 2

Chapter 2, Part 2: Evactuation.

Chapter 2 part 3

Chapter 3 part 1

Chapter 3 part 2

Chapter 3:conclusion

[Bacon]

Here is my second try at this. xD

[Taker369]

preatty good story.

[Slack 40]

I like it its a cool sounding story i know what you mean about second trys fanfics aren't as popluar as they should be i know mine never are

[Bacon]

Originally Posted by Taker369

preatty good story.

Originally Posted by Slack 40

I like it its a cool sounding story i know what you mean about second trys fanfics aren't as popluar as they should be i know mine never are

Thanks guys. ^^

[Jonesy]

Really interesting, I like it. Rep for you.

[Bacon]

xD Woot. ^^

At the risk of spamming, it was much appreciated.

[Kiseki]

I'm on the half of the text. Really interesting so far
You can write way better than me! o-o

[Hikari-chan]

*Glomps* BACON-KUUUUUN!!!!

[gama-sennin]

Good one...I want MOAR!!!!!!!!!!!

[Bacon]

Originally Posted by Kiseki

I'm on the half of the text. Really interesting so far
You can write way better than me! o-o

Thank you,but my writing is a bit unorganized and lacking lots. xD

Originally Posted by Hikari-chan

*Glomps* BACON-KUUUUUN!!!!

*glomp

Edit: Thanks Gama.

[Hikari-chan]

Wh-wh-wh-where were you?

[Koanos]

Awesome story! But you set the bar pretty high.

[Bacon]

That's scary. xD

[Shikamaru Nara]

I am jealous. xD

[yondaime]

I capitalized the "O" for ya in the title.

[Bacon]

Originally Posted by Shikamaru Nara

I am jealous. xD

>.> xD

Originally Posted by yondaime

I capitalized the "O" for ya in the title.

Thank you kind sir.

[Zemirock]

niceeee

[Bacon]

I hope this lives up to my last chapter. >.>
Chapter 2

Spoiler:

Before you can fathom the peril of the post-war society, one must peer into the lives of the survivors. History has a tendency to repeat itself even in modern times because people can't connect with textbooks crammed with information. In order to experience the hell that the Huguenots faced during the reformation; you have to read personal accounts. Those eras lacked the common man's experiences and are told from a bird's eye view. What I intend to do is just the opposite because I will be damned to know that history will elude us once again. All it takes is one infected to spread the wretched infection and start the process all over again.

Pre-war Warnings
Day 1
The Chinese government covers up all outbreaks of the unidentified virus.
Week 1
The infection has hit hospitals for a brief media panic.
Week 3
The media deems this new pathogen a revitalized strain of the Bubonic plague.
Week 4
Files leak about the president acknowledging that a state of emergency may be imminent.
Week 5
Health Corp. releases a wide array of potent anti-biotics to quell the media frenzy.
Week 9
The Cult called " The Followers of Luke" introduces itself.
Week 11
Evacuation

What can I say about my life in the wake of the infection, I was in college for Journalism. My friends were random and perverted show offs,but they were the best a fella could ever ask for.My family was made up of hard working people, my sister got a job at 16 and still passed with a higher Grade point average.In the years following the war, she became a key policy maker in the reconstruction process. My father was a military man, so he made me learn how to use guns as a child.A skill in which I was grateful for in the later years of my life.My mother was a neat freak and one heck of a business woman. To this day, I still don't understand her financial mumbo jumbo,but I am grateful to her in the years following the war.

It was a warm Sunday night in March when I was studying for my Economics final. The gosh darn concepts were getting on my nerves; what in tarnation is a marginal cost and why do I care! >< My sister came to help me the night before the final by quizzing me and making me write the main concepts of the chapter out. Stunningly, I was actually able to finish and decided to skim the internet for some news. Now I know what you're thinking, news? Well I am news junkie because the news makes everything all flashy and colorful; it keeps me occupied from time to time.

Someone caught my attention that night, it was my Chinese pen-pal shnital-doodle. He told me about a horrifying ghoul eating his cat.

The man's chest was torn open with strands of flesh dangling from the outer rim of the wound. Its limbs were distorted and its ribcage jutted out in random directions. Last, I found his skin to be blackened and squishy like jello.

I didn't take him too seriously,but I re-assured him that everything would be ok.

After a grueling week of mid terms, I was glad to finally rest the following Sunday. The news wasn't different that day; the unemployment rate was still 10 percent, the Dow Jones industrial average was at 10,000, and there was a crisis about abortion yet again. All the while, a beautiful woman with a perky hairstyle reported it all. Then it flashed in unexpectantly, breaking news about several hospitals along the Chinese and Indian borders were struck by a mysterious new virus. This virus after some preliminary testing caused swelling of the brain, liquified muscles and a distinct blackening of the afflicted's veins. The last detail was a feral nature where the victims lost their sanity,but their other vital organs ceased altogether. The pretty anchor Woman then explained the infected will brought to asylums for further psychological analysis.

Not much happened the next few weeks as my life returned to its usual norms. The only problem, there were still lingering reports of the infection. It was confirmed that the virus didn't go airbourne,but its reach was stretching across Asia. The media called it the bubonic plague, which prompted companies such as Life corp and Blue cross to provide more potent anti-biotics. It's just like the media to get it's facts wrong and issue a need for anti-biotics when it deals with a virus. What was disturbing is the fact that the government never stepped in to intervene by clearing up the confusion for the generally ignorant public.

The following week, the media announces some stunning revelations about the President. Apparently, one of his cabinet members attempted to leak conversations about the virus. The jyst of what was recovered states the president is not going to go public with his concerns because the election season was only months away. Some people disregarded the information as a smear campaign, while others took it as a sign of the apocalypse. Why you might ask? It's because the world was finally acknowledging the threat of the infection.

Early one April night while I was playing a rousing game of Star craft 2 and listening to the international news segment on channel 56, I heard my television go to static. The channels were all the same, snowy with lots of static for a brief moment. However, this was short lived when a camera in large stadium showed thousands of excited people. I thought it was awfully strange,but the fact that these guys hacked the international satellites was too interesting to ignore. The key note speaker was a widely built man in his 40's, he had a beard that was the length of his chest and thick side burns to match. He began his speech by welcoming his audience with a hearty laugh. His speech was orientated around radical religious rhetoric. He claimed that the infected people of the world were proof that each individual has a soul. What's more, he proclaimed that the touch of God was peaceful when Jesus first appeared,but now he was testing us all. His speech came to lead to the 7 seals of the apocalypse in the Book of revelation and how the infected were the agents of the horseman of death.

He strongly urged his crowd to reign in the heretics and expose them to the infection by force. He proclaimed that it was their duty to spread the touch of god and help accelerate end of this blasphemous era of heresy. The crowd at this point was so ecstatic, their over zealous cheers made my ears hurt even though the sound was coming from my stereo. You were all instructed to bring a non believer to this congregation, let them come forth if you please.There was a lengthy ceremony for re-baptizing these people,but when it ended; he reiterated their mission when the realization that the authorites have encompassed the building.


Speaker:Now my Children, do not worry! With this, he ordered armed soldier to mow down anyone trying to escape. The group of masked men fired their m16's in a horizontal sweep to rip and tear anyone in close proximity apart. It didn't take much to make the crowd quiver in fear and listen when they were told to take step back.

Speaker: I told you that this was a test my children. We are all going to face God soon enough! he Bellowed with a thunderous cry. From the stage entrance, a cage containing a few small boys was brought out. Speaker: I am about to face God's wrath my children,but do not fret. The Horrific pain you feel now will substitute for your wretched sins!Without any words, it was clear from his willingness to sit infront of the cage that he was going to face god's wrath. The once the cage was unlocked, the beast dog piled the laughing madman. As the ghouls thrust their tiny arms into his chest, he proclaimed with his dying breath," In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy SPIRiT! Even though no one except the people who had front row seats could see the gruesome sight, one could still hear the man's flesh being torn from his bones, his lungs pop and his small intestines rips through his microphone.

You could barely make out anything in the panicked crowd. Babies were crying, woman were crying and some foolish men were still trying to overwhelm the guards in last exit. An unknown voice spewed from the speakers that ordered the soldiers to inject themselves with the "Mercy of god".

The screen went black a moment later. I sat there feeling sick to my stomach. The gruesome scene made me throw up almost immediately. Never in my life had the beads of my sweat seemed so irritating...

[yondaime]

Originally Posted by Bacon

>.> xD

Thank you kind sir.

Your welcome. Good luck on your story, btw.