Chapter One: Infection Begins
Clouds darkened until the earth below it was covered in darkness. Thunder trembled the pebbles that were scattered on the ground. Lightning flashed scarring away the darkness, but disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Rain splattered on the ground forming puddles on the ground.
Kids kid under the covers shaking with fear as the lights in their room flickered as the thunder boomed. Parents rested sleepily in their rooms holding their children. Dogs bark from inside their homes at the figures that staggered down the street.
Moans escaped from the dry and pale lips of a few of the dark figures. One of them was short, but if you look close enough you can see that it's a small boy.
The boy had blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes were a milky white color. He walked with a limp, but with closer inspection he walked on the side of his foot where a bone seemed to be sticking out of the skin.
People unfamiliar with these 'demons' only got in the way and were bitten, scratched, eaten, or got blood on them. The Living Dead is what newspapers screamed.
Town after town people turned into these monsters and soon the whole world was infested with them. With few places to hide, few had survived without injury.
The ones who survived learn how these zombies work. A shot to the head would keep them down, but anywhere else they would get back up and start after you again. There is no cure so if a teammate gets bit, scratched, or blood in an open wound or eye it's over for them. When that happens it's easier to take them out then rather than wait until they turn. Endangering everyone else isn't an option. The most important lesson of them all is there will be no help. If you are a survivor don't expect to be rescued. You're on your own. You must think survival of the fittest.
"Let's go!" A young man yelled.
Tightly in his hands was an AK-47, a weapon normally used by the military. Around his neck were two dog tags. The word Courage was written on one, and the other one said Strong. Engraved in small letters on the bottom of the tags was the name Sean, possibly the man's first name.
"Now!" Sean yelled at the few people with him.
His weapons raised in the air towards Miranda. She cried with complete terror and let out a scream when the trigger was pulled. Her eyes opened and she looked behind her. On the ground was a dead zombie.
She let out a sigh of relief. Although, the bullet wasn't precise blood squirted out of the hole that had went through the zombie's head. Lisa, the young woman behind the zombie had blood on her body. Looking closely you can see a simple drop of blood fall in her eyes, causing her to blink and rub her eye ferociously.
No one seemed to take note of the action because of the horde of zombies heading their way an they had to get out of there before all of them wound up dead.
(Three hours later)
The group made it into a small ammo shop. Sean cleared the area while the others stocked up on ammo.
"Lisa. Can you go see if there is any ammo in the back room?" Sean asked.
"Sure." Lisa said.
On the way to the back of the room Lisa grew paler. Before she could reach for the doorknob her body jerked forward. She felt pain as she began to have what felt like a seizure. She fell to the floor her body spasaming, as she slowly became the very thing she was avoiding.
Lisa's body suddenly stopped. Her eyes were closed for a few minutes. When her body jerked her eyes opened revealing milky white eyes. She stood up and faced the door almost as if she was waiting for something to happen.
"Lisa? Are there any?" Miranda asked.
Lisa didn't move nor did she say anything. When there was no reply, Miranda walked up to her; her gun lowered. Miranda reached a hand out and grabbed Lisa's shoulder.
Lisa's hand moved and grabbed Miranda's; scratching it as the hand was brought to the zombie's mouth. Lisa let out a moan and quickly bit of Miranda's fingers. Miranda let out a scram of pain and terror as her fingers were one by one bit off.
Sean came running towards the scream. He raised his gun and noticed Miranda was alone. He took note that her fingers were missing, and Sean guessed what happened. He aimed his gun and pulled the trigger, ignoring her pleading cries.
"Sean! What he hell's wrong with you?" Steve yelled.
He pulled Sean back and slammed him into the wall.
"She was infected." Sean replied, "I'm not going to wait for someone to change before I put them down."
Steve backed off and just stared at Miranda's body. He let out a sigh before turning and walking away. It wasn't long until Steve noticed a small blood trail on the floor. Without a word he held his automatic rifle close as he slowly turned the corner.
Mot too long after there was a gunshot, and Sean knew it was Lisa being shot.
'I should have known' Sean thought scolding himself, 'I should have noticed how pale she was; how much blood she had on her. Some must have got in er system. Her mouth?'
Sean stopped and realized, 'After she rubbed her eye. Se must have gotten blood in her eye. Damn. I should have known.'