I Do Not Own One Piece ONLY Melissa, her world/things/people that are in it/happen in her world
08/2/12 Edit: Sorry I haven't been updating any of my stories but I'm hoping to get back in the swing of things. Last year my laptop crashed in some freak blackout (don't ask how let's just says it has to do with my brother being a moron and a bucket) I went back to look at this story and I noticed A LOT of things wrong with it. So here I am, back and ready for action! I'll be editing and updating soon. Thanks for reading!
Prologue:
May 16, 2012…this was the day the world fell apart. It didn't seem like it at first. The sun was shining, there was a nice warm breeze, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, which almost instantly promised no rain for the day …but I was stuck in school. Fortunately it was 8th period, so the moment the bell rang I would be gone, cruising down the sidewalk on my skateboard, going to the mall with my best friend, who was really like a sister to me. That was the only thought running through my mind as I sat in the classroom, staring outside, longing to be free of this prison of a class.
"Miss Harrison, can you please tell me the answer to the question?" Came a sharp voice to my right, bringing me back to the reality at hand. And there stood my history teacher, Ms. Morgan. She was probably really pretty at one point in time but I guess years of constant frowning and hating the world must have really aged her. Turning her light brown hair slightly silver and deepening her frown lines beyond repair. She always stood tall with her hands either behind her back (her 'default mode'), on her hips ('Dealing punishment mode'), or crossed over her chest. And her thin lips were always used for yelling or scowling at some poor soul as her piercing brown eyes glared at you. Which she seemed to do every time she looked at me.
I, being the incredibly intellectual person I am, answered the teacher in the smartest way possible after being brought back to reality from my daydreaming. "Huh?" This response obviously invoked a few people to snicker at me for my idiotic response.
"Daydreaming again, Miss Harrison, this is your last warning, one more time and I will give you detention." She warned.
"Yes, Ms. Morgan." I said in a bored fashion. This has happens about 3 times a week, every week this school year. When is she going to learn that detention is not going to stop me from daydreaming and more importantly when is she going to stop repeating my last name?!
"Alright Miss Harrison, the question is 'Who wrote the poem 'Revolutionary Tea' and in what year was it written?'" But before I could even utter an excuse about how insane she was for trying to make us remember that information, and how she probably made the question much harder than it originally was, the loudspeaker turned on and a slightly panicked voice rang out through the entire school.
"Can all teachers please turn on your televisions and tune to channel 4 and have their entire class watch this emergency broadcast. Thank you." And with the click of a button the loudspeaker turned off, leaving us all baffled at that unexpected announcement. Ms. Morgan quickly turned on the TV, and tuned to channel 4 just in time to see the president go up to the podium and start his speech.
"My fellow Americans, today we have received information about a serious epidemic that is quickly spreading across the country and across the planet. We do not have information on how this disease started, only that this disease has transformed people into creatures with cannibalistic behavior and have started to decay a little while after they were infected. I encourage people to stay in their houses and to stay inside at all times until this has all been sorted out. Thank you and God bless you all." And with that the president got off the stage and was engulfed by his bodyguards as they took him to his private jet flew off to god knows where.
After everyone got over their initial shock after hearing that shocking news, chairs started flying and desks were over turned as everyone tried to get out the door and into the hall at the same time. I was, unfortunately, swept up along with a few other unlucky people, and was shoved through the crowded halls, being hit left and right by the panicking people around me. As soon as I found an opening in the crowd I ran through and booked it to my locker, where I grabbed my skateboard and helmet and ran through a, surprisingly, almost deserted hallway, where I ran through the double doors, jumped on my skateboard and rode to my house, which was thankfully only a few streets away from the school.
As I rode through the streets I noticed few people outside except for the occasional person running through the street trying to get to their home. When I got home I noticed that my dad's car was missing, but that was normal seeing as he usually gets home around 6.
I know what this epidemic would cause. I can already picture it in my mind, cars overturned, buildings on fire, people fighting for food, for their safety, that's why I needed to be prepared. Thank God for the secret underground lab works in, we could just hide there. I thought as I ran through my house and into my bedroom.
There I took my backpack, emptied it of my now useless school supplies, and ran around my room looking for things that I would need for the upcoming events. I grabbed a couple of clothes, my toiletries, and a couple of other things that I knew I would not need anymore but still took anyways, like my laptop, cell phone, IPod, etc.
When I was done throwing my emergency pack together I went into my father's room and did the same thing. When I was done I threw both packs on the couch and started looking through our pantry for some non-perishable food that we would need to take. As I was doing this my father came through the door looking stressed and worried.
My father was a good-looking, 42 year old man, or so I've been told. He was pretty tall, standing at about 6'2" and of normal body weight. He had short, soft brown hair and caring brown eyes along with naturally tan skin. Although my father had wide shoulders and looked very strong he couldn't hurt a fly. Not that he was weak or anything; he was just the type of person to use his words rather than his fists.
Oh, and did I mention he was one of the world's top scientist's. Pretty wild right? So everything he knows is what I know, seeing as he taught me everything. Give me a super hard chemical equation and I can solve it in seconds, but give me a History or English essay and I'm doomed. You saw what happened earlier. It's like all of my smarts went into math and science while English and History got left behind. Although, I do alright my other classes like Japanese and music. But not gym. It's not that I can't do the exercises; I just don't like wearing the uniform, so my gym teacher deducts points off my grade for not wearing it. Which is really stupid. Anyways, back to the story.
"Hi dad" I said while putting the last of the food into a crate and then quickly making some PB&J sandwiches for the road. "Hi sweetie, I'm going to take these things into the car then get some other things ok, you just finish doing what you're doing then come meet me at the car ok?" "Okay dad." I said as I put the finishing touches to the sandwiches, then putting them in a paper bag along with some drinks and snacks.
I went back upstairs to see if I could find anything else I wanted to take that I had missed, finding only my Naruto headband, which I promptly tied around my neck like a chocker, a couple of manga, along with some of my favorite books, some DVDs that I like, my electric guitar & amp and the katana my sensei gave me after I 'mastered' my swordsmanship and graduated to a black belt.
I left my room carrying the books and DVDs and went into the kitchen to get the food. When I had it all together I went outside and put them all in the car and looked around for any sign of my dad before quickly going back inside to retrieve my guitar & amp and katana. As I came outside to put them in their respected places in the trunk I saw my dad come from around the corner of the house carrying something, and at a second glance it turned out to be the chainsaw and shotgun from our shed. Seeing these things just made this whole ordeal seem that much realer.
I quickly got into the car as my dad put the chainsaw into the trunk and came to the front seat. "Ok is that everything?" He asked.
"Yea"
"You positive?" He doubled checked.
"I'm sure; I even went around my room to double check." I was kinda starting to get annoyed at his doubt.
"Good girl." He said as he started the car and drove out of the driveway.
"Dad what's going on, where is everyone, and what's this epidemic?"
"Mel, how about I tell you in a little while, ok? But we have to make a quick stop first and then afterwards I'll answer all your questions." I answered slightly frustrated.
"Okay, but can you at least tell me where everyone is?" I asked, not giving up in my quest for answers.
"They're probably just hiding in their homes or trying to get out of the state, just like we are." He answered knowingly.
"Oh, okay." I responded as I turned my head towards the window and started daydreaming as I watched the trees and buildings pass by in a little less than a blur.
Five minutes later we came to a stop, and as I came out of my reverie I noticed that we were just outside of what looked to be the town's only gun shop, but the difference was that this place was trashed, the windows broken, the door ajar, so much so that it looked like it was all but ripped from its hinges.
"Looks like we were beat here." My dad said with slight disappointment.
"Well, why don't we look inside, you know, just in case." I said hopefully.
"Okay, why not." My dad said glad for my optimism. We left the car and went into the gun shop with slight hope that there would be at least one weapon left.
As we walked into the shop we instantly saw the mess someone had made in an attempt to find weapons, and along with the sight, came an eerie aura that surrounded the shop.
Wow this place is creepy. I thought as I looked around seeing overturned chairs and papers thrown about all over the place.
"Come on let's look in the back, there's probably more of a chance that there's something back there." My father gestured to the door that led to the back room that held more guns.
"Okay." As we crossed the room I noticed some red, wet-looking stuff behind the counter. It looks like blood. There was definitely a fight going on here earlier. My dad's voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Look around the room, search everywhere." He said as he got on his knees and searched under the furniture.
10 minutes later my dad's voice called out, scaring the crap out of me. "Jesus dad you almost gave me a heart attack!" "Oh sorry honey, but I found one." "Awesome" "Come on let's get out of here." "Sure besides, this place is giving me the creeps." A slight shiver passing up my spine. As we were leaving I took one last glance around the room and noticed something on the far left corner of the room, just hardly visible. "Wait a minute dad, I think I see something."
"Alright, just hurry up." I quickly went over to the spot and noticed that it was a beretta 96. Just my luck! I thought happily. Outside of the room I heard a cry of surprise and something knock over. I hurried into the next room and couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Is that a zombie?" I asked in surprise and slight terror. "I'll explain it all in the car, just get away from it." He yelled as he jumped back from the zombie and fumbled around with his gun.
"Oh for the love of-" I said as I took out my gun and shot the zombie a couple of times as it advanced a few feet towards my dad, who had finally noticed that his gun had no bullets. As the zombie finally fell over dead, well deader, I ran to my dad and gave him a death hug, huddling my head in his chest as I tried holding back the tears that were threatening to spill over at any moment at the thought of losing my dad.
"Come on, let's go to the car." He said soothingly after I had calmed down. As we were leaving the shop I looked back at the zombie and thought, What could have caused this?
When we got outside, my father turned on the car and started driving as I split the number of bullets in half and put half of the bullets in my dad's gun and the rest in mine, so we wouldn't be as defenseless as we were before.
"Dad, you said you would answer all my questions now, so tell me, what the hell is going on?" I said in an unusually calm voice which caught my father off guard.
Giving a heavy sigh my father finally answered the big question that had been plaguing my mind ever since the school announcement. "It all started about 2 weeks ago. We were experimenting on some cows that had mad cow disease, trying to look for a cure. A few days, four to be exact, after the injection, the cows began exhibiting some unusual behavior; they became more violent, trying to bite anyone that came too close, then after a little more time it tried to bite anyone in sight, and the most unusual thing is that they were rejecting their normal diet and hungered for something else, meat. We had turned the cow, which was originally an herbivore into a carnivore. We had sent a large rabbit in to one of the cows cages to see how it would react, only to see the cow devour it. What we had discovered was shocking, it not only ate the meat but it also used its hoof to crush open the skull and…"
"And what?"
"And eat the brain. But not only were the cows exhibiting unusual behavior and abnormal dietary patterns but it also started decomposing, while it was still alive. After they had started getting too violent we sent them to a separate building for quarantine. And the next thing we know, we're getting reports of similar behavior happening in Missouri, but with humans!"
"But how? Wouldn't you need to be injected with the fluids to turn into one of them?" I asked in shock.
"That's the thing, we used it all up on the cows so it couldn't be that." I finally got a good look at my dad for the first time today. His usually big caring eyes were filled with fear, his body took on a rigid form, and his knuckles stark white from the death hold he had on the steering wheel. My father had only ever once looked like this, and that was when my mother died. She him like this only added to the realism of our predicament.
"Well what are we going to do now?"
"We're going to the lab to see what caused this massive outbreak, and hopefully find a cure." My father said, determination etched clear on his face.
"Do we get to kick some zombie ass along the way?" I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
"Maybe" My dad said, catching on to what I was doing.
"Alright, let's go kick some ass!" I cried enthusiastically as my father chuckled at my antic personality.
So how was that? I thought this chapter was a lot better than how it originally was. I got a encouraging comments about this story that really helped put me back on my feet. So thank you very much to those of you who comment/review and even just read. See you next time! Ja ne!
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