Blood flows freely through my wounds
Creatures bite me in rage
My eyes close then open
Hunger
The moaning is what gets you most. That endless droning, surprising you that their lips can even make a sound, some kind of reminder that they were once your friends, parents, neighbors. They search endlessly, for food that will always come. I've seen perfectly sane men jump into the blood stained hands of the strange creatures, their fingernails scratching their bodies, then their greedy mouths tear off the clothing, then the flesh of their victims. You'd give them a pity shot to the head, so they won't suffer, but you can't waste your bullets. You listen to them scream, then gurgle. Then they'd moan to, adding them to the background music.
My name is Jimmy Neutron. I've been sitting on the top of my house for four days now. There are three of my friends still here, the rest being lost to suicide, zombies, or military. We've survived off of nothing but sodas and candy, and whatever we could loot from the few houses we could get to. This is our story.
October 27, Venezuela 6:00 AM
"Zulu, what's your 20?"
"LZ is hot Omega, I can see it, and SAM sites are to the northeast. I suggest loading off in the woods to the west."
"10-4, landing men now."
The Blackhawk helicopter landed cautiously in a small clearing in the woods. It blades were silenced, for stealth. The doors pushed open and unguided guns pointed out the door.
"LZ is clear." Said a burly man into his microphone
15 soldiers shuffled off the helicopter in close order, guns clicked off of safety, and ammo was pulled out of pouches at the soldier's sides.
"Quick and simple, guys, quick and simple."
The men ran out of the forest and into a clearing surrounded by a huge fence, filled with dead bodies and men guarding over them, or so it seemed. They shuffled about, gas masks muffling whatever noises they may have made. Some of the guards had evidently been wounded, as many had bits of flesh hanging in some places.
"Silencers on." Said the sergeant in a firm voice.
The soldiers shuffled about and took out their silencers, clipping them on the end of their weapons. All of them picked targets, and checked their sights.
"Aim for the head. No chances we can have for screams and alerts."
The guards started staring up into the air, making sniffing motions, or looking around them. They must have heard the sergeant give his order.
And then they trained their eyes on the soldiers. They ran for the gates with an inhuman speed, and started shaking on the gates, as if they didn't know how to unlock the door. They were all brought down in a hail of silenced fire, all shots to the head. They collapsed immediately to the ground.
A man ran forward with wire cutters and cut the chains locking the gate. Men ran forward, stepping over the mound of bodies, to the dead or wounded men the dead soldiers were guarding. All had the same garb as the guards, black clothing, gloves, and a gas mask on their faces.
"So what's up with the masks?" asked one man
"Someone should check it out."
The sergeant agreed, and used the tip of his weapon to pull off the gas mask. The stench of rotting flesh flooded the air, its source being a decayed and grotesque head. Blood was streaming from its mouth, and its teeth were brown and rotted, as if he's had a field day with a child's bag of Halloween candy. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and part of his cheek was torn off. Whoever… or whatever killed him wasn't sane.
Suddenly he screamed and jumped up. He uselessly tried to claw the sergeant, but his gloves protected him from that. The monster wised up and flew at the sergeant, but was met in a volley of gunfire from the men standing by him. He fell on the sergeant, dead.
Every one stood stunned. A dead man had just got up and tried to attack another man. They were supposed to destroy a chemical engineering plant, but this was nothing that they had expected. Was this some strange type of accident or something… else?
A corporal gave the order to bash in the heads of every dead man. Just a precaution, he said, but everyone knew what he was thinking, and they tried to push the thought out. Were the gloves a precaution against the harmful scratches of the zombies, and the gas masks to prevent against bites?
They advanced to their goal: a chemical weapons facility with weapons aimed at the U.S. The Delta unit was ordered to destroy the site.
The place had men, actual men guarding it. They were in heavy body armor, Kevlar body suits with glass plates covering their eyes. Their weapons could pierce through the Kevlar with some difficulty and the glass easily. It was obvious it wasn't a has-mat suit, so it wouldn't protect from the chemicals inside of the facility. What desire purposes would they armor themselves so well for?
"Fire, aim for glass plate. Fix bayonets, also." Whispered the sergeant.
Shots wrung out as three of the guards dropped dead. No alarms were sounded, so they continued cautiously on their quest.
Inside, you could see the dark waters of the ocean. A ship was loaded with a large black, steel cage, with people being loaded inside. They were in regular clothes, and had to be pushed inside by more of the armored guards. They tried to bite and scratch them, but that was a futile effort, their teeth and nails were useless.
They saw another guard. He was swiftly taken care of, but with him was another creature, whom he was escorting to the cage. They swore and shot at his legs, but he ran away to the nearest guard.
More creatures came, along with guards. They shot at the soldiers, killing many. The creatures came and feasted their flesh and organs, while still others attacked the others. They turned into a creature themselves, attacking their once comrades. Soon, all that was a heap of dead bodies, and a few who were supposed to be dead. They were consumed with a unbearable hunger, their only instinct was to eat the living.
All of the creatures were loaded onto the cage, and the boat's engines were turned on. The boat was steered for one place: The United States.
"Those Americans will get a nasty surprise."
A/N: Hello, guys, I've decided to start a new story… Every chapter will be told from Jimmy's point of view, and may alternate to third person, like in the larger half of this chapter, to explain worldwide events. I'll try to get this updated as much as possible, so expect hopefully 2 a week, and on good days, one a day. Please R&R!
