Chapter One: Birthday Disaster.
A young man stands in his room with a disgusted expression. Throughout his darkened room is a number of untouched cakes. It is truly a disgusting sight indeed for the poor lad. Today being the thirteenth year this young man has been in the world, it cannot be helped. While it was thirteen years ago he had been born, today is the day he shall receive a name. What shall this young mans name be?
John Egbert
His name is John Egbert, and as stated twice already, today is his birthday. He has a variety of interests. He has an intense passion for extremely horrible movies. He also likes to program computers, but he's not very good at it. He has a fondness for paranormal lore, and is an aspiring amateur magician. He also likes to play games sometimes. What will he do?
He will chat with his friends online, of course! He hasn't been able to message them all day, with the festivities. John sat in his chair, and pulled himself closer to the computer, turning the monitor on, and drumming the keyboard.
His Pesterlog icon immediately lit up as his computer started up the desktop with three messages to read. He clicked the icon, and a chat window popped up, where John clicked the first of three, which came from TentacleTherapist.
tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
TT: Happy Birthday, John.
EB: thank you rose!
TT: No problem. What kind of gifts did you receive?
EB: a few games, a bunch of magic trick stuff. im really excited to use this stuff.
TT: Did you get the game of the year?
EB: game of the year? you mean pokemon?
TT: No, the other one.
EB: oh! sburb. yeah but im holding off playing it for a while.
TT: Why is that?
EB: im too busy. speaking of being busy, i need to read my other messages. ill talk to you in a bit.
TT: Alright.
tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
John closed the chat screen with Rose, and he clicked another one of the blinking icons, revealing the message from an extremely cool kid. There is no dorky bone behind this guys apathetic demeanor, and he's just so cool. Outside, a few people were yelling, and pretty loudly too. John ignored it, figuring it had nothing to do with him.
turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
TG: sup john happy birthday
EB: thank you dave!
TG: so what kind of shit did you get today
EB: i already told rose this ughhh.
TG: shit really
TG: did you get the game? plz tell me bro
EB: i told rose this too. yes, i got pokemon.
TG: no dipshit the other game of the year. sburb.
EB: oh right. yeah i got it.
TG: good i want to get my game on when can we play the co op
EB: not for a while. im pretty busy with this birthday shit.
TG: damn alright
TG: im going to pester the fuck out of rose maybe woo that bitch with my raps
EB: okay! im going to see what Jade wanted.
turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
John closed this chat window too. There's a third icon flickering. Aren't you the popular boy today? He could guess who the heck was pestering him, and his guess would prove to be correct. He clicked the icon, and yet another chat window pops up.
gardenGnostic [GG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
-3 Hours Ago-
GG: hellooo? john!
GG: crud youre not online...
GG: either way, happy birthday! :D
gardenGnostic [GG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
She isn't online for now. That's pretty odd, the others went offline as well. In the back of his head, John could hear the firetrucks and police cars outside, driving by pretty quickly. He didn't notice it until now. John stood up and walked to the window, his eyes growing about three times in size. In the middle of the street, it looked as though a riot was taking place. People were running and attacking other people, and biting them?
From downstairs, John could hear dad calling. He obeyed the calls, and walked downstairs, where his dad was packing a small suitcase. "Go pack a bag, we need to leave," Dad said, his voice low, and shaking. Something was banging on the window, and the door. Probably some of the rioters, "Hurry, John!"
He quickly packed a backpack with various things such as clothes, and his magic tricks. He cannot misplace his Colonel Sassacre's Daunting Text of Magical Frivolity and Practical Japery. That itself is a sin of it's own.
He carried the backpack as he ran downstairs, following his dad out the back door. A loud crash sounded in the living room, indicating that the rioters probably knocked the door down. The two rushed outside, and hurried around the building, into the car. Dad ignited the engine, and backed up the car, while being wary of the riots. People up and down the streets were fighting, and the police swarmed the area to hold the crowd.
"Where are we going, Dad? What's going on?" John asked, his eyes big and his voice wavering nervously. A few people chased after the car, and attempted to climb on the back, but failed.
"Away from here. The news was talking about this all day. It looks like a virus..." Dad replied, his voice trailing off. John pressed his face against the window to watch the groups of five, no ten, no fifteen people chasing after the crowd. Foam was leaking from their mouths like they were bit by a rabid dog. Their faces were pale, and their eyes were hollow. Every one of them looked sick.
The car continued to strut forward, as quick as it could go, until it reached a heavy abundance of traffic. "Fuck," Dad cursed, turning the wheel to go off the road, so he could turn back. The car turned and sped off-road. The metal box whirled past the trees and the wildlife, a few of the infected people running in from the sides, probably lost in the forest. The car sped up, continuing driving until there was loud noise, like a crashing sound.
John's vision went black.
(A/N) Oh gosh, I haven't written much fan-fiction, yet posted anything good. Please be gentle with your reviews.