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Chapter 1

Infected P.O.V

"Okay kids, we'll be back in a few hours." A woman said.

He watched her get into a car with some man, her husband. They made it out, but they wouldn't get far. The others would be starting up soon enough. And if, by some strange chance they made it back, he would love to see the look on their faces at all the horrors he left behind.

Turning to the house, he casually walked up and put his ear to the door. He ignored the strange looks he was getting from the neighbors. They'd be too busy to care about him in a few moments.

-Inside

"I can't believe we have to stay inside all day because some people are going crazy." One boyish voice complained. "At least we get to miss school."

"You heard mom and dad, this is serious. People are getting hurt."

He smiled at the conversation they were having. No doubt they were talking about more of those like him. There so many, spread out and growing.

No doubt they were having fun if they had already hit the News. He'd have to act fast if he wanted to catch up.

"Oh I hope my Boo-boo bear is safe." A love-sick one said as if she were near tears.

"You've been texting him for an hour, I'd think you'd know better than any of us about his safety." A smart ass.

"It is likely a masshive, and over zealoush use of the narcotic Bath Shalt."

"Bath salt?" An airhead asked. "Won't that make their skin dry and have to bathe even longer?"

"Well at least they'll make a clean getaway." Someone laughed, earning a groan from the others "No need for you all to be so salty. I think we can wash away this dirty situation with a little dry humor."

Damn those were bad, he was definitely cutting her tongue out.

"Luan'sh bad pun'sh ashide, I do not refer to the common magneshium shulfate." The nerd stated. "I am referring to the drug that-"

"That drug that made that man chew off the other guys face a few years back." Some bored kid stated.

This received a collective 'ooh' of confirmation from the numerous siblings, something like that doesn't go unnoticed. He wanted to chuckle, if only it was something as simple as drugs.

"Yes, you seem well informed on the it."

"It was back in my zombie phase." That bored voice stated.

"Well it can't be that bad, can it?" Someone asked.

And there was his cue, there was no way he was getting a better one than that. He kicked the door down, it tore from the hinges as if fell inwards.

There stood ten, count them, ten girls and one boy. All stunned at his entrance, or maybe it was his appearance. He did look strange. Ever since IT entered, he began to look different. As it filled his veins, it became visible under his skin. Like black ink tracing over where his veins located. It could almost be considered art.

Or maybe it was the knife in his hand, it was a big knife.

Though he was just as stunned at the number of kids in one house. Where they all from that one couple, if so the he needed to applaud that man. Right before he cut off his penis.

"Like, who are you!?" The apparent oldest exclaimed.

"I'm like, the guy that's going to wear your pretty face." He answered as he put his knife away.

There were so many of them, he was happy but also a little disappointed. He was happy he'd get to kill them all, but he was so pressed for time! He had to do it quickly before the others arrived and began hogging the fun for themselves.

Oh well. He thought absentmindedly. If he couldn't savor it, at least he could start building up the body counts.

He pulled out his gun, a revolver, and checked the number of shots he had left. Not enough for all of them obviously, but it was a start.

"Y-You don't have to do this dude!" Some rocker chick half declared half begged.

"I know." He admitted.

It was true, he didn't. No one was compelling him to do this, other than his own desires. He just really wanted to kill her. He wanted to kill all of them. Just as he had killed the rest. Well, the ones they didn't get to that is. He'll kill them and he will enjoy every moment doing it.

One of the girls made the first move, the one dressed for gym. She rushed at him with a baseball bat extended and swiped at his hand. He smiled as it smashed into his hand, the sensation was so sweet! The rush the pain gave him kept him standing. He just laughed at the stunned faces.

He managed to fire a shot before his hand let go of the gun, but the shot had been enough to make the little athlete drop her bat as she flinched. The rest of the family dove to the ground to avoid the bullet. This gave him enough room to rear back and kick her.

Another girl lunged at him with her nails extended like claws and swiped at his face. He roared as they tore into his face, barely missing his eye. He lunged to claw back at her, but she ducked under it and another of then slammed deep into his side. He landed painfully on his sides.

They were putting up such a challenge, it was amazing. Each strike brought a new rush to him! He never wanted this to end! But it had to, so that the next part could begin!

He quickly stood to redouble his assault but stopped to think. They were faster than expected, much faster than him. And pretty strong. Not to mention that they fucking outnumbered him. But it was still not enough, nothing but death would make him stop. He could barely see out of his left eye, but he could and that was all that mattered.

He lunged, throwing his whole body at one of them, his arms extended to grab her. She tried to stop him by latching onto his arms and holding him tightly. All that did was allow him to topple her over with him on top.

Now they were in a bit of a power struggle. He was reaching for her throat while she tried pushing against him and his busted arm.

"You're...crushing me!" She shouted.

"I know." He chuckled as she tried pushing back, though he held strong.

Something got him on the back of his ankle. Turning, he saw a small dog snarling as it's teeth sunk deep. Reaching back, he snatched the dog up, tearing his own flesh in the process. He then punched the dog in the face, causing it to whimper before tossing him away.

"Charles!" A little voice shouted.

He turned to see a little kid running to him with a monkey wrench, reaching down and grabbed her by the throat. With ease, he lifted her into the air until she was level with him. She struggled against his grip as best as she could with the grip cutting off her air.

"That's enough of that now!" He shouted. He was enjoying himself, pain and all, but too much and he wouldn't be able to keep playing. And he was just having too much fun. "Anyone move and she dies!"

She was going to die anyway, but this would keep them back at least. He watched and smiled as they all backed off for the sake of their sister. The looks on their faces were simply beautiful! So terrified, so worried for their sister.

That was where he held the advantage over each of them. When they fought, they did so out of desperation and necessity, instead of the sheer thrill of it. Nothing else mattered! Not even himself. Let them break as many of his bones as needed for him to get the kill in.

He turned to the little one in his hands, she was turning an interesting shade of blue, but he wouldn't let her off that easily. How should he do it? There were so many ways he could kill her. Each as gruesome as the last. He could tear out her throat with either his teeth! He could disembowel her. He could literally tear her apart, limb by limb, piece by piece. So many choices.

"Hey!"

He turned to whoever called him. It was the boy, he stood there defiantly with something pointed at him. A gun. His gun.


Loud Family P.O.V

The shot had been clear and clean, Lincoln had hit the insane man right in the head. The grey matter of his brain flew out like an explosion. His body twitched before going limp and falling, letting Lana loose to escape.

The family ran towards the door, intending to get to safety. But what they saw assured them that inside was safe-er.

People, their neighbors, were acting like they were insane. Like the man that had attacked them. The Louds were asking themselves several things. How long had this been going on, how had they not noticed the noise from the anarchy!? Was it sudden, did it happen when that man had attacked them!?

Looking closer, they could see that some of the people had the same veiny markings as the man inside. They were also the ones doing most of the...assaulting. They were like animals, biting and tearing into one another.

Others were doing worse.

A thunderous noise brought them from their shock. Turning to the source, they saw their neighbor Mr. Grouse with a still smoking rifle. He had just shot down a man. Then he began chuckling before it became full on laughter.

They watched in fascinated horror as he began pulling the corpse into his house. He walked back out, rifle still in hand.

"My yard, my property!" He shouted before shooting another man.

That was all they needed to see to turn back and head inside the house. At least the man inside was already dead.


Lincoln P.O.V

Lincoln watched as his sisters panicked, how could they not? It all just became so real. People were infected with something that was driving them insane!

But he couldn't panic, not now. His sisters needed him, and he needed a plan.

Come on Lincoln, think! He mentally urged. Think! Think! He...He felt like smacking himself, it was almost too obvious. He had seen this scenario played out over a dozen times! In movies, games, even in his comics. Sure it had always been in fiction, and these were definetely not zombies, but it was all he had to go on.

Fiction. That's all it had ever been to them then, just fun and games. Just kids and their what if scenarios. None of them had ever thought it'd come true.

He and his friends had played this type of thing out with each other over a dozen time. How long could one of them survive in a zombie apocalypse. Where would you go and how would you get there.

They had made plans! While his friends' had been doing nothing but boastful wishing, he had thought it through. Made details. It had been nothing but a hobby when he had been bored, now maybe it'd help save the lives of his family.

What's left of it anyway. Lincoln thought darkly. No, no time for that.

"Lana! Board up all entrances and exits to the house! Windows, doors and any random holes!" He firmly spoke. "Lynn, help her. And grab your bat in case...just in case! Lisa, Lori!" He called. "Find out what you can about this..." Lincoln struggled for the words, nothing was horrible enough for it. "Thing." It'd have to do. "Social media, online."

"Rethearch?" Lisa asked as she readjusted her glasses. "That I can do."

He didn't know how long they'd have the internet, so they'd have to be fast. It as usually one of the first things to go, along with phone signals, television and power. Without anyone to man anything, stuff just stopped working.

All of his sisters had paused when their brother had started speaking. They were shocked by the authority in his voice.

"Who put you in charge?" Lori demanded. "I'm the oldest, I should be calling the shots!"

"Well what do you think we should do while there's people out there going insane?" Lincoln asked.

This had been a contingency for Lori's need to be the boss. Call her out on it and make her realize the severity of the situation. It's not that Lincoln wanted to be the boss, it's just that he couldn't risk his families usual antics.

There was a scream outside the house. It was so horrible that it cut through them and so loud that it felt as if it were right in the room. His sisters instantly began latching on to each other.

Lucy was the only one brave enough to glance out the window, and even her dark heart couldn't take the sight for too long. She cringe away and turned back to her siblings.

"Mr. Yates just killed someone." Lucy stated. "Then he started taking off his pants."

Whatever sense of rebellion they had was quickly snuffed out with that piece of information. Lana grabbed her tool set and Lynn grabbed her bat. Lori popped open her phone and Lisa began taking...samples from the corpse.

"W-What about me, Linky?" Leni asked.

"H-Help Lisa and Lori." Lincoln spoke, trying to organize himself. "Get on your phone and search for any info you can on this."

With a nod, his sisters made their way to do what they could. He ignored Lisa draining the blood from the dead man...that he killed-

Lincoln shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. He didn't have time for them, he needed to take care of something first.

Running to his room, Lincoln found his walkie-talkie.

"One-Eyed Jack, do you read me?" Lincoln spoke. "Come in, One-Eyed Jack?"

Lincoln waited in tense silence for his friend to reply. After a full minute of nothing his fear began to get the better of him.

"Clyde, come on buddy?"

Nothing, Lincoln was officially panicking now. What had happened to his friend, had those insane people gotten him already!? Lincoln couldn't fathom anything like that happening to his best friend. Maybe Clyde was he okay, he was just overthinking everything. It wouldn't be the first time his imagination had gotten the better of him.

Suddenly the walkie-talkie roared to life. The noise caused Lincoln to jump in place before

"L-Lincoln?" His friend called.

"Clyde!" Lincoln spoke relieved. "Are you okay buddy?"

"...No." Clyde answered weakly. "Something's wrong with my dad. He...he..."

A loud and terrified scream went off on the walkie-talkie, causing Lincoln to shout and drop it. He had never heard a scream like that in his life, never wanted to. And now that he did, it came from his best friend.

"Clyde! Clyde!" Lincoln shouted over the communicator.


In one hour, the entire house had been boarded up. It didn't stop the noise from outside though. They sent several messages to their parents and were waiting for a response.

In three, the internet and television were out. The latter had been nothing but News, well it was supposed to be. About twenty minutes in it had become nothing but screams and...it got bad. They had to turn it off. They had heard nothing from their parents.

In five, the sun had been set for half and hour and the noise outside had yet to stop. Though it had lessened, if that was of any comfort. Still nothing from their parents.

That was when Lincoln called all of his sibling together. They decided to meet in Lori and Leni's room, none of them wanted to really be by the door. Even if it was boarded.

"What've we got?" Lincoln asked.

"Nothing." Lori answered.

"Nothing!?" Everyone questioned. A mix of shock, nervousness and annoyance.

"Are you sure you did it right instead of texting Bobby!?" Lola asked.

"I did!" Lori exclaimed in aggravation. "I tried calling everyone I know!" Her aggravation turned into sadness. "All I got was screaming. Some cried, begging for help. Then the lines went dead. Some started threatening me, saying what they'd do to me...and all of you."

Lori's words darkened the already tense mood around them. Leni just nodded her head in agreement, she had experienced the same thing.

Lisa cleared her throat, bringing all attention towards her. They had hoped for some good news, but with her scowl deeper than normal, that hope was dashed.

"I have concluded my thorough reshearch on thish pandemic and the reshult are...bad." Lisa stated.

She motioned for everyone to gather around the laptop. It only had about a half-hour worth of juice before it died, so they'd have to do this fast.

"It sheemsh that thish...infection ith indeed worldwide and much worth than you could posthibly fathom."

"Less insults and more results." Luan quipped. They didn't bother to groan.

Lisa pulled up a window on the screen for all to see.

"Thish ish an average human blood shell."

Lisa pulled up an image of several red splotches that seemed to float around. There was nothing different from any other blood cells Lincoln had seen in his science class, or Lisa's lab.

"Cool." Lana stated as she leaned in.

"Gross." Lola stated as she leaned away.

"Thish is the infection."

This time there was an image of black splotches that floated around. Unlike the normal cells that just floated around, these weren't so idle. They constantly cycles around almost as if they were searching for something.

"Creepy." The twins stated as one.

"Thish ist what happensh when I allow the shells contact."

Lincoln noticed that Lisa seemed to hesitate before placing the cells together. With a sigh, she placed the sheet with the human cell onto the one with the infected cells.

They turned to watch as the black cells seemed to react. They seemed to vibrate as they made their way to the normal cells and then it happened. Little tiny tendrils formed from the virus and struck the normal cells. It actually tore the red cell into smaller pieces.

They were actually attacking the human cells!

"That was...vicious."

"Continue watching." Lisa ordered.

They watched as the tendrils from the black cells began penetrating the remains of the human cells, pulling them in as if drinking them. Once the remains were gone, the virus began expanding and then splitting.

"Whatever thish isy, it completely attacksh the human DNA and replashes it with more of itshelf."

"But why is it making people go crazier than Luan on April fools day?" Lynn asked.

"Hey!" Luan exclaimed.

"The infection caushest an inflammation of the brain." Lisa answered. "It removest all shense of reashon from a perston."

"Like rabies?" Lana asked.

"Like rabiesh that have been given shteroids. Held down, rapped by it's shadistic twin and thist ish the reshult of the hate child."

The entire family paused and stared in disbelief at the family genius. Even the younger children were were taken back. They didn't know what was more shocking, the vulgarity used by Lisa, or how casually she used it. As if she were stating a fact on the weather. Lisa was never one for exaggeratting, which just made the depth of the virus situation even more horrifying.

"So...can you cure it?"

"I...cannot." Lisa admitted, sounding ashamed. "It's mutating. Consthantly. And there's shomething more, worste even."

"What can be worse than this!?" Lynn demanded.

Lisa held up a syringe filled with a clear liquid that had black specks floating around. It was easy to guess that it was the virus inside. The Louds couldn't help but take an involuntary step back. None of them thought that their younger sister would intentionally infect them, but accidents do happen.

To their shock and horror, Lisa injected the virus into Charles. The unsuspecting dog yelped before he pulled away from Lisa and growled. The girls panicked and Lincoln leveled the gun to the animal.

"Wait!" Lisa shouted to her brother.

Against his better judgment, Lincoln eased his finger off of the trigger. Though he kept it leveled.

The Louds kept their attention on the dog, waiting for it to change. Though the dog did nothing. He just sat there and panted and stared back at them. An entire minute passed before Lana worked up the courage to speak.

"Charles?" Lana called worriedly.

To their shock, the dog walked over and laid on his back as if expecting a belly rub. He was just fine.

"Ash you can thee, the...infection only targeths humansh." Lisa spoke. "And even when in direct contact, it has little to no affect on any other living creature."

"You could have just said that!" Lola shouted. "Why'd you have to scare the poop out of us!?"

"Steeing is believing, as they shay." Lisa answered. "And it just raishest a darker point."

"W-What do you mean?"

"Who or whatever caushed thish, did sho with the intention of infecting only humansth." Lisa stated grimly. "I fear the plan ist to wipe out the human race."

Review

Well, what do you think. Going for dark and horrible, did I meet the requirements? It will be getting darker, psychologically so. Will move to M-rating in coming chapters.

Yes, I will be moving through the P.O.V's, but this will be predominately from Lincoln's view. Pairing not decided, may be Ronnie-ann, may be some Loudcest, may be harem. Vote for it in reviews.

If you're a fan of 'Crossed' or anything related to 'The Walking Dead' or even a zombie movie in general, this if for you. No, this is NOT a zombie fic, but there will likely be similar assets to one.