A long time ago, there was a world that didn't recognize the impossible, a world that think Zombies doesn't exist. That world is the world we call, the modern world. I use to believe the same thing. I kept telling myself after seeing a horror movie that none of it was real, just old people in cheap costumes. On one of my later birthdays, I told my mother the same thing I told myself. We had some laughs about the whole thing, but it was hardly funny to her. She grabbed my arms softly and kneeled down to my level and looked me in the eyes. She told me to always expect the unexpected, meaning always expect what is to come. I heard that cliched line before, I heard it a lot of times. Either on the Internet or on the TV, I heard it so much often than the things I usually say. Hell, I still didn't believe in the supernatural Mumbo Jumbo. Looking back on it now...I just...find it disturbing that after not believing in zombies....I ended up living in a world...surrounded, by zombies. My name is Zoey and this my story of how me and my team, saved this dying world, from a new type of parasitic threat: The Las Plagas.

Chapter 1: Man with an ax

Pennsylvania...I'll never forget the dreadful things I witness there. My home, my family, my peaceful life, all gone. A deadly disease that spread like wild fire, turned everyone I knew into pale, flesh craving zombies. I killed so many, that I couldn't bare to forgive myself, but it was either kill or be killed, as they say. Fortunately, I wasn't the only survivor, no, there were others. Three guys that new their way around guns. Francis, Bill, and Louis, possibly the only friends I have in this world now. We climbed every obstacle, we fought our way through an army of our infected friends and family, and we defended our spots for help to arrive. We made a pretty good team...maybe too good.

After fighting a horde of zombies on the roof of Mercy Hospital, we were rescued by a chopper in a nic of time. Thankfully, all of us got out alive, leaving our homes for good. Apparently, America wasn't a safe place to be, so we were brought to a secret underground base in the middle of Mexico. The whole are was not infected with the disease, so they say. After a while of rest, we were called in by the general for, you've guessed it, a mission. He heard about our battle in Pennsylvania and thought we were the soldiers he needed. What was the mission? Well after the infection spread through out the world, the President of the United State's daughter was missing and her name was Ashley. Sources say that she was kidnapped to a location in Europe. I said no, we've been through to much to go on some rescue mission. The general that we would be treated as heroes and will be rewarded handsomely or whatever the old man said. With the equipment they gave us, how could the guys refuse? Though all they had to offer were some pistols, SMGs, bullets, health kits, and a pack of cigarettes. Some help...

I didn't want to go, I didn't! But before I knew it, we were on a one-way flight to Europe. Later, there I was, in the back seat of an old blue Station Wagon, riding down a foggy road with my team, listening to bad spanish music. Francis was behind the wheel, Bill rode shotgun, and Louis sat next beside me looking through the windows like I did. I didn't really know where we were, just driving through a dense forest somewhere in the country side in the daytime. Our lead was that Ashley was brought to this rural country by an unknown group and it was our job to get her back. But I just can't stop asking myself why us? I guess they thought if we can stand against an army, we were an army of 4. Who knew rescuing a girl would be our first job together...

"...UGHH! Francis will you turn that music off?" I complained turning my head away from the window.

"Fine, jeez!" Francis said in high deep voice as he turning the radio off. Francis to me, was hot, hot-headed to be exact. He's a big, muscle biker guy with tattoos all over his arms and neck and likes to keep his head shaved and his dark brown beard medium. He's Besides that, he literately hates everything....he hates stairs, the water, helicopters, doctors, and so on and so forth and he's clearly ain't the sharpest knife in the tool box. Though he is good when it comes to fighting. Wearing black is his only clothing. "But what am I suppose to listen to huh? You guys singing Kumbia around the campfire?"

"Why not listen to the engine and pray to God it doesn't run out of gas," Bill said blowing smoke from his cigarette. Now Bill may be senior, but he's a fit Vietnam Veteran and he doesn't screw around. He has more experience in war than all of us combined and is sometimes brings leadership and wisdom to the team. The only thing that bothers me about him is his lack of humor and his obsession with smoking.

"You know what Bill?" Francis asked, "If you'd put out that damn cigarette maybe I could concentrate on the gas."

"I'm a grown man, I can smoke whenever I want to smoke Francis," Bill muttered.

"Ha! I'm surprised you haven't died from lung cancer!" Francis laughed, that made Bill so aggravated that he almost reached for his gun.

"You have some nerve-!"

"Guys Guys! Calm down alright?" Louis shouted from the back, "The last thing we need is an argument!" I admit, sometimes we can't get along, we can hardly stand each other. That's where Louis comes in, to keep everyone under control. He's smart, kind, and yet can be a bit loud. He was an assistant manager at a local retail electronics chain store; so I'd never did question his logic about things. Aside from that, there's not much to say about this live wire. "Seriously, you two sound like an old married couple."

"Who you callin' old, pencil neck?" Francis shouted back.

"You trying to start something fat man?" Louis shouted back.

"You know, I can turn this cheese wagon around right now!"

"FRANCIS!"

...ok, so we don't get along at all. We just want to get away from each other, but fate keeps bringing us back together like this. Looking at the passing fall trees through my window kept me occupied through the arguing and for some reason gave me more suspicion our first mission. Then all of a sudden, Francis stopped the car in the middle road and switched it to park.

"Um Francis, what are doing?" I asked him.

"Ehhg, I knew I shouldn't have ate that burger," he muttered strangely as he opened the door and got out the car, "Stay here, I need to go take a dump."

"Francis!" Bill yelled, "You can't just-!"

*Slam*

He already slammed the door before he could finish. He went behind a tree at a fair distance away from us...the whole thing was gross when we heard him grunting out there, that's why we didn't bother to look back. As we waited, Bill offered use some of his smokes. Louis and I said no; I didn't feel like it and Louis didn't care much for smoke. Strangely, we felt a slight chill in the car, felt like it was coming from outside. Bill doesn't like being a sitting duck in the middle of nowhere, anything could happen and had a slight thought that someone was watching us. Who ever it was out there, we'll be ready.

After a good while, Francis finished his business and got back into the car. He complained how cold it was out there as he closed the door and put the handle back into drive. We continued our journey through the woods and along the way, we came across a wooden bridge above a river. Looking at the map we were given back at the base, up ahead was the village. All we had to do is cross the bridge and make a short walk. Francis slowly drove across the wide bridge to the other side. Surprisingly, it was sturdy enough for a truck to cross, even though it was held by rope. As we made it across, the road way seemed to become walking paths through the woods, I.E, we couldn't drive any further. As we stopped, I noticed an old two story house on the right. From there, it looked like it was there since the medieval times.

"Hey guys, check out the house over there," I said still looking at it through the window, they agreed it did look old, so there was no doubt we were in the old country. "The girl must be in there."

"Nah," Louis said, "Because then, that would be too easy."

"Either way, we're going to have a look inside," Francis said as he turned off the car, "Come on, everyone out, you too gramps." Bill took a long look at him when all of us got out the car. As we got out, the air went colder than before. The fog surrounding the area began to fade, but the dark clouds blocking the sun still remained in the skies. It was like it was going to rain on top of us.

"Phew, sure is cold out here," Louis said shivering cold as the rest of us.

"Crap, I hate the cold...," Francis said. I noticed that he left the keys in the car, but I just didn't want to say it, I wanted to give myself some peace and check the house alone.

"I'll go and have a look," I said reloading my my handgun with fresh bullets. Everyone stared at me like I was crazy.

"Umm, how about no?" Francis frowned.

"He's right Zoey," Louis agreed getting out his gun from the trunk with Bill, "We all have to stick together. There's no telling what's in there."

"I can take care of myself, thank you," I said, "It's probably deserted anyway." Bill took a breath of smoke and let it out harshly as he looked at me.

"Fine, go and get yourself killed," He said taking his assault rifle from the back, then Francis had another laugh at Bill.

"Yeah, we'll stay here and watch the car," he said, "We wouldn't want to get any parking tickets."

"Parking tickets....right,"I muttered as I started to walk away. I wasn't going to be long, just a quick search, but Bill gave me two minutes alone. That was enough to give me a break from them. They are so obnoxious. As I walked around outside, everything looked dead. The trees, the leaves, and even the grass were slowly dying away. When I moved towards the trees in front of me, a flock of crows flew away, squawking while they did it. 30 seconds out there and I was already worried. Before I had second thoughts, it happened-

"Quit screwing around and go already!" Francis yelled at me. I said nothing at that point, being rushed isn't really my thing. So I walked up to the porch of the house and leaned against the wall. It seemed quiet in there. Then I wiggled the door knob a little and the door was surprisingly unlocked. Once I opened it all the way, I entered the old house with ease. It seemed pretty dark with hardly any light on a cloudy day, but I did see some light on the other side of the corner. I looked with caution and saw a man near the fire place, it was the only thing lighting up the wooden living room. Everything looked dirty in there, even his cloths. I couldn't imagine someone living in a home like this.

He was just moving the wood among the fire with an iron stick, minding his own business, like he didn't hear me come in. Feeling confident and scared, I put away my gun and walked in the room. He still didn't pay attention when my foot steps made the wooden floor squeak. When I got close enough to the man with his back turned, I finally spoke to him.

"Um, excuse me sir?" I said in a polite manner, but it didn't seem that polite to him. Once he heard my voice, he slowly stood up straight facing, and slowly turned to me in a menacing manner. He said nothing to me, he only stared at me with his pale red eyes. "...hi, my name is Zoey. Sorry for the intrusion, but there seems to be a girl somewhere in the area," I then pulled out a photo of Ashley from my left pocket and showed it to the man...he stared at it too. "Have you by any chance seen her?" He looked at me again.

"¿Qué carajo estás haciendo aquí? ¡Lárgate, puta!" He said to me in a frightening manner. To tell the truth, I had no idea what he said to me. That was probably local's way of saying no.

"Wow, sorry I'd bothered you," I said. Knowing he didn't know, I stuck the picture back in my pocket, and turned my back for a second. Before I started to even think of leaving-

"Aahhhhh!" The man yelled from behind. I quickly turned around and saw him coming at me with a small, rusty ax! I acted fast and dodged away from the attack and pointed my gun at the man.

"Freeze!" I said hold my ground. The man walked to me slowly while holding the ax in the air. When I uttered those words at the crazed man, I swore I heard low moan in the room. "...I SAID FREEZE!...I'm serious, stop it or I will shoot you!"

I didn't want to shoot the man, but when he got close enough and got ready to attack again, I had to shoot him.

*Bang*!

I shot him in the kneecap and he fell on his other knee. I told him to stop and that taught him a lesson. But to my surprise, he slowly got back up on his own two feet and it was like his knee wasn't injured! He still came towards me!

*Bang*!

I shot him in the other kneecap and then he fell on both his knees. Again, he got up looking unharmed and still came at me with the ax. I had no choice...

*Bang*!

"Agghhhh!" He cried in pain when I shot him in his right eye. When the bullet hit, he took his hand and wiggled his head in pain. Distracted, I kicked him right into the wooden table. It broke and the rotten looking pot fell on his belly and oozed out rotten slop. He didn't move from that attack, so I assumed I won the fight. I then relaxed myself and put away my gun. I walked closer to him and I noticed he wasn't breathing...he was a hostile local, but I didn't mean to kill him, I just tried to neutralize him. I wondered if he was a zombie back home, but he wasn't. He spoke and didn't blab, he even walked and didn't run like crazy. At that moment when everything was calm, I heard a loud motor sound outside, it sounded like a truck. Along with that, I heard my team outside, yelling in fear.

I ran to the opened door, hoping that they didn't run into the locals. I ran outside and to my surprise-

*Pow*! *Pow*!

*Rata-tat-tata-ta*!

"Yeah! Come get some!"

*Boom*! Boom*!

Out in the distance I saw them defending themselves from some villagers with axes and pitchforks. All I heard was gunfire, yells and laughter as I rushed over to where they were. By the time I arrived, it was over. The villagers were dead next to their truck, in a pool of blood and bullets.

"Zoey!" Louis said, "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine Louis, as long as I have a gun, I'm safe," I said, "...where's the car?" Then the three lead me over to the river where we crossed and told me to look down. It was unbelievable. The car was crashed into the sharp rocks below. All of our equipment was down there, even our communications. "Wha-what happened?"

"Ehh, these crazy sons of bitches rammed it all the why down there with that truck," Bill said reloading his rifle, "...it's a good thing we weren't in it....why they did it, I don't know."

"Yeah, lets stay positive about this," Louis agreed, but Francis had a different state of mind.

"Hey Mr. Positive," he often referred to Louis, "Our communication stuff is destroyed, got anything positive to say about that?"

"...people would've, been annoying us with the calls? Heh."

"Aww damn it, we're screwed," Francis moaned.

"No we're not," Bill said, "There's a village up ahead. Maybe they'll be more kinder than these, things." Why did he call them things? To the rest of us, they looked normal, but Bill always the suspicious type. He said they didn't look human, that their eyes were equivalent to the zombies we faced in the U.S. But, there was something stranger about them. "So reload your weapons and stay close to me. We still have a mission."

"No!" I said, "We need to find someone else besides the villagers. Like the police or something. We need backup!"

"Zoey, the nearest town is miles away from here and it's about be dark soon," Bill said puffing a smoke, "As far as I'm concerned, we are the backup. We'll be okay as long as we 'stick together'. So quit crying and lets go."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Francis said as we walked with Bill down the dusty path to the village, "By the way Zoey, find anything in the in that house? We heard gun shots." I reacted slow, I didn't know what to say to them. But I wasn't going to say I was scared.

"Yeah, one of the villagers," I said, "He was hostile, so I had no choice but to...neutralize him."

"Did he say anything? About Ashley?" Louis asked.

"No," I answered, "He said something in another language, I couldn't understand him."

"Hmm, from what I heard, they speak Spanish," he said, "I took some classes and I pretty much understood what they we're yelling. Calling us outsiders and other things."

"Ooh!" We said. I didn't know he understood other languages.

"So what did he say to you?" He asked again.

"Couldn't remember, Just a bunch of jibberish" I answered then something came back to me about what he said, ".......um Louis, what's a puta?"

"Uhh, I think that's considered either a whore or a bitch."

"....that old bastard...." I said silently, Francis had a good laugh at that, so I told shut up. After we passed the house, Bill could already see it was going to be a long walk to the village. The fog kept rolling in and the cloudy sky slowly got darker through time. I got kind of nervous. When we left the area, Louis said something that took the words out of my mouth.

"I've got a baad feeling about this..." You and me both Louis...you and me both.....