The Infection

By ThemSoundWaves

A/N: Hey peeps! I just finished watching World War Z and it inspired me, what would happen if the Transformers world where the humans were infected by the Zombies virus? So, this is a plot bunny depending on how many people review I will continue. But reviews aren't important as long as people like my work, I'll be fine, Enjoy! A big thanks to Storylady for editing my chapters for me!

Chapter 1


"I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead. "

― Jimmy Buffett


Silent.

Just how Dr. Radar Johnson liked to work. Alone in his lab, surrounded by his work, bright white walls and blinding white lights. Completely ignored by the outside world, ignored by his fellow workers who also shared the compound with him.

Dr. Johnson tinkered with a small petri dish that sat perfectly on the grey table. Vaccine 12 he called it. Bright purple in color, it smelt pretty bad, but that's what the mask was for.

He was working on a cure. A cure for cancer. He was determined, persistent; he wouldn't stop until the cure was found. By him, of course. It would secure his fame forever, to be loved by all because he found the one thing that everyone said could not be cured. To cure the impossible.

Dr. Radar Johnson had cancer. He was his own test subject. Many people around him believed him insane for injecting numerous numbers of untested samples into his body. But he really didn't care.

He heard the click of his door and the hiss of the door sliding open. Thoroughly annoyed, the scientist turned to his visitor.

"What do you need, Shelby?"

Standing before him, was one of Dr. Johnson's only friends within the building. Wearing a light white Lab coat and her hair in a bun, Shelby walked over to her friend and placed her hand around his shoulder.

"Just wanted to check up on you, is all."

Radar shrugged the woman's hand from his shoulder and turned back, leaning down over his work, dropping a few droplets of vaccine 14 into vaccine 12. The red headed scientist allowed a smirk to come to his face but it was there for only a few seconds, until the bright purple liquid turned into a deep, ugly brown.

"That looks awful." Shelby stated, looking away from the test tube.

"Aye." Radar responded, slapping his gloves on then turning away from his friend, rummaging with sturdy hands through a drawer and pulling forth a clean needle and popping it into place.

Ignoring his friend who just stared and watched him work, Dr. Johnson set the needle inside the test tube, taking a breath before setting it to his arm.

"If you die I call your lab space." Shelby said smiling, Johnson just shook his head.

"Please, I'll never die."

And with that, the scientist injected the brown liquid into his arm.

Nothing happened.

Well, he wouldn't have expected to feel anything different. So, being stubborn, Johnson proceeded to inject more into his systems.

"Stop that, too much could kill you."

"Please." Johnson shot back. He attempted to step forward, only to stop. Was it working? Something was happening. something. different.

His vision blurred. He felt. hungry. Something was happening. A side effect?

His name was Dr. Radar Johnson. Twenty six years old. Born and raised within a wealthy family. Since he was a boy, he wanted to grow up to become a well-known scientist, creating cures for the deadliest diseases. Eventually he grew up to be number one in all his science classes enrolling in. hungry. Hungry. Where was the food?

His name was Dr. Radar Johnson. Twenty six years old. Born and raised within a wealthy family. Since he was a boy, he wanted to grow up to become a well-known scientist, creating cures for the deadliest diseases. Starved. Alone. His mind began to crumble. He craved.

His name was Dr. Radar Johnson. Twenty six years old. Born and raised within a wealthy family.

Where was he? Why was everything so bright? Empty, empty, hungry, starved. Who was that person talking? Why was it so hard to hear them?

His name was Dr. Radar Johnson. Twenty six years old.

His name.

Something was touching his shoulder.

Hungry. Hungry! Something was behind him. Something that smelt wonderful. Soooo hungry. Where was he? Who was he?

Slowly, he turned around, an inhuman snarl escaping his lips.

Yes. yes. Hungry! Food! Hungry!

~#~

She watched, waited as her friend seemed to freeze.

His normal army posture slowly deflated.

His shoulders slumped.

His breathing picked up.

Shelby was becoming more and more worried each second that ticked by. Was something wrong? Was he sick? Was it a bad reaction?

"Radar, is everything okay?"

She couldn't help her voice as it shook. Slowly, she set a hand on her friend's shoulder. Confused. Usually she felt mussel but not this time. Had he been skipping out on eating again?

"Radar?"

The man turned around and Shelby was forced to take a step back.

His eyes were white, as if the bright white of the room had blinded him. His pupils were glazed over.

Taking another step back, Shelby said worriedly. "R-Radar?"

A snarl, did he just. snarl at her?

"This isn't funny, Radar!"

He didn't hear her. He made no notion showing that he had understood her.

"I'm going to get help." She stated turning around, Shelby looked over her shoulder, he was still standing there. Swaying slightly, his fingers clenching and unclenching into fists. She opened the door and stepped forward.

And froze halfway out the door.

Radar was snarling, screaming inhumanly at her. What, what the? Petrified, Shelby took off at a run down the white hallways, the loud snickering and panting from behind her told her that Radar was following.

He was fast. Inhumanly so. He caught up to the woman with no problem, after crashing his uncontrolled body into a wall, the now dead Radar flung himself into the air.

Shelby screamed.

"Please, I'll never die."


Bumblebee was needed back at NEST, again, leaving Sam Witwicky to either hitch a ride from Mikaela who was visiting at that time. On second thought, scratch that; she was back at his dorm room, like she said she would be. He could walk home or he could get a ride from one of the Autobots. Maybe Jazz would give him a ride?

He found himself spending a lot of his time at the base with Jazz. Since the saboteurs 'resurrection' he derided to spend some time with the mech. He was fun to hang out with but not a force to reckon with.

Sighing, Sam decided to walk. He wasn't too far from his dorm but it always helped to have 'Bee drop him off. Saved his legs from hurting later.

Was that, screaming?

Stopping dead in his track, the alien's liaison turned slowly, listening. It was screaming. Why was someone screaming?

His breathing picked up. Was it Deceptions? Where they looking for him again?

Suddenly terrified, Sam Witwicky fumbled his hand into his coat pocket, cursing his gaming hands. He hit speed dial and set the phone to his ear.

Gun shots. More screaming.

What. what was going on!

"Hello? Sam? What's up?"

No. It couldn't be.

The hold on the phone loosened until it dropped to the floor with a clattering sound. Everything slowed.

In front of him was a slaughter house. When did all these cops get here? What was going on!

Then he saw it.

A lone girl running for her life. To no avail as another human, running at insane speeds leapt into the air and landed on top of the female. More screams filled the air. Sam couldn't take his eyes from the scene.

The boy. the thing. tossed the screaming girl side to side and started. eating her!

His eyes widened.

The thing tossed the woman to the side and ripped off her arm, savagely tearing into it. Why weren't the cops shooting him?

He turned around.

The cops were shooting. But at more of those things as they poured from the tree line, taking out each cop in turn, ripping into them, snarling and growling as they did.

He looked back to the girl, as his mind settled on the only thing it could. Something he thought only existed in movies and video games.

Zombies.

He watched as the girl flailed on the ground, her limb snapping in impossible directions her head snapped all the way around. In one quick motion the black haired girl leapt to he feet, her eyes travels around before looking on his.

His feet became water on seeing her.

His knees shattered like glass when they fell to the concrete as he watched blood drip from the woman's now stub of an arm, thick, dead black liquid covered her face, her eyes glazed over and practically white.

"M-Mikaela?"

The answer was a dark, inhuman scratchy snarl.

TBC...

Hope you liked it!

-Alisha

EA/N: how is it?