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A/N: So a lot of people wanted to see me and Jodi write another story that included chapters and all that good stuff and who are we to say no? Anyways, so this story came about after a conversation and again we just kind of brainstormed and loved the idea and we hope you love it too because we've got big plans for it and lots of them, seriously, we've already written a ton of different excerpts. Anyways, the chapters are co-written by the both of us so it has that nice Jodi/Nina feel to it I suppose. The idea, however, is totally foreign to our usual writing, but hey, go big or go bigger, right?
Anyways, considering this is not your normal fic, we'd love to hear your thoughts. Be brutal if you want to be, we encourage it. Enjoy :)
They say things like this only happen in the movies. That all these guts and all this gore is only seen in badly made horror films that use it as a shock effect. Well, they were wrong. This is real life and as crazy as it sounds, the world is slowly losing itself to zombies. Yes, zombies.
The cause is hazy at best. An army malfunction they said, something about creating chemicals to neutralize the enemies, but it went horribly wrong. They tested it and killed their subjects, except they didn't stay dead. They wouldn't stay dead. They came back to life and started killing and those they killed started killing and it started to spread like wildfire and the government couldn't contain it.
The news anchors laughed it off and Letterman had a skit dedicated to it, and the public talked about like it was the best gossip in a decade. It was common to see kids in high school jokingly mock the way a zombie moved as they groaned "brains" and grossed out their friends. But laughing turned to screams when those jokes and gossip became fact. There was a little old lady, around eighty or so the story goes, and she was sitting in the middle of the road and some people in the days long ago, who had manners had gone to help her. They were scratched and bitten and they scratched and bit others and so on and so forth, until it changed from mindless gossip to a pandemic. Nowadays news anchors, those who are luckily still alive to see a new day, report the statistics: Maine through Vermont down to North Carolina and surrounding states were infected and their numbers are slowly rising to over forty-two percent. That was almost half the population.
It spread to the West Coast and from there it spread to Canada and South America and then the world. Zombies on cruise ships if you could believe it. No, not for vacation, for brains, left adrift until they reached the other side of the ocean and their Navies and Coast Guard equivalents checking on these large ships and then they turned and then more and then the entire world save for some areas, some lucky areas that escaped the carnage. Nobody knew how to stop it once it started. They were bodies parted from their souls and there were just far too many to control effectively. Wait it out became the worldly mantra. But there were no lovely speeches worthy of the movies, no one leader to say it would be alright. They'd tried that once. The Canadian Prime Minister had tried to tell his beleaguered country that it would all be fine, that they would persevere, that the world would not succumb to evil. It might have worked too, if his press conference hadn't erupted to chaos and the living world (because now they were not countries or nationalities, but living and dead) had not seen half his head bitten off by a dead teenager. It was too much, wait it out, but waiting it out was not working out the way they'd hoped.
By the time anyone thought to take action it was already too late, the damage was done and chaos reigned. Schools became deserted, hospitals were easy pickings and the first attacked, supermarkets were ambushed, by both the living (for food) and the undead for...well, food. The panic that flooded the world was only increased when communications went down and soon after, in some parts of the world, electricity too. Needless to say, this was the only worldwide disaster that hadn't been blogged about. There were guns and bullets and that slowed them, quelled their numbers, but like any virus or infection it multiplies quickly and the world didn't stand a chance and fell to its knees in surrender.
And the survivors? They were left to their own devices. Some thrived, some didn't. Some were alone, some traveled in packs, but one thought prevailed...survival of the fittest. That was the only way to live and thrive nowadays, if thrive was the right word. There was really no thriving. There was surviving and that was it. The remnants of the government set up safety spots where they could, havens they called them, but most were unreachable so it left the remaining population on their own. There was no unity, no sense of nationalism. Everyone was an enemy and until the zombies were annihilated, by man or by nature, nobody could be trusted.
It was a lonely world now, families were torn a part, sometimes literally, and friendships were forgotten in order to survive. It was fight or be killed, save yourself or die trying to help, and these were no ways to make lasting relationships. People showed their true colors, and what dark colors they yielded, but they really weren't to blame, April 17, 2011 was, that was the date of the first recorded outbreak.
That's when the world ended.
There were no more cities, states, countries, there were only people now, just people. There was traveling and shooting and driving and hiding and blood, so much blood. But there are survivors. There are still people, humanity will see another day. The time will come when this will all be a distant memory, pages in the history books, but before that has to come survival, has to come the fight. There were those that gave up. Then there were those ready to fight, live, be.
And that, that right there is the essence of humanity and that is how humanity, though dwindling in numbers, will survive. For all the sorrow and strife going on across the world, there are still survivors out there with the passion and fight that will not die, and that will give them the strength to destroy every zombie they come across, any way they can. Torch it, shoot it, cut it, they're dead...er. It's ingrained when you're a child, protect yourself, fight, live, breathe - it's human nature.
And that's a zombie's downfall.