The World's A Dead Zone
Chapter:1
My name is Scar J. More. I work with the U.S. Army. Served it for about 2 1/2 years now and a lot of bull crap goes around here like a airplane spreading gas all over the U.S. Just today, I heard that my wife had died from a newly discovered virus called dioximon. On the news, they said that it spreads through non-bottled water and through raw meat that hasn't been frozen. They also said that the plants somehow had to do with the virus. The news said that maybe the possibility of cows and other animals eating grass or plants or drinking water from a river or being scratched and the air getting to the wound would be fully contaminated with dioximon. What happened to my wife was that she had eaten half frozen meat that contained the virus. But a day later, she had came back to life with bloodshot eyes that had a small pupil and she had bit the doctor right near the neck who was taking observations. A few minutes later, the doc was one of them and soon reports on the TV were saying that " Zombies" were coming to life and that we would not survive if we didn't have the right materials. Anyways, now the army's partly these things too! And I feel like I'm in a world that is believed to be made of "Zombies"!
As I sit on my bed in my cabin and try to realize what's going on, a faint blow to the door was heard. Then,another blow.
" Who is it," I replied.
Suddenly, a head came crashing through the window of the door and it didn't sound good. I quickly look at the door and grabbed my pistol.
" Who are you?!" I yelled.
The guy moaned and tried to run after me with it's messed up nails and bitten arm. I shot either 2 or 3 times and it didn't do a thing. So instead, I grabbed my knife and stabbed right in the neck. It stood there for a sec, then dropped to it's knees and fell. I stand there paralyzed and wondering what the h*** is going on. I grab my G36 and put the strap it had around me. I put my pistol in my leg pocket and grabbed a few grenades plus flash-bangs. I kept my knife in my hand just in case I needed it. I grabbed my small journal and put in my pocket. Then I slowly walked to the door and made sure nobody was coming or no zombies were coming and opened the door to some gruesome stuff. Stuff even nastier then in horror movies. A man being ripped apart with it's insides being devoured by the dead. Another guy is being bitten into the neck and his throat came right out. But so far, I rate the screaming the scariest. One guy with an army suit ,a small,grey goatee, and grey, flat, hair was shooting at the army of zombieswith a AK-47 and was attracting a lot of attention so I immediately took my G36 and started shooting at the zombies, trying to help him out. Then I yelled,
" Hey dude! Over here!"
He looked at me and said,
" Wait a sec! I'm just trying to finish them off!"
At that moment I saw one of the biggest zombies' ever. A zombie with a six-pack and buff arms. He was bitten on the leg with half of the hamstring gone and blood gushing out. He picked up the man I was trying to help and threw him towards me. Luckily, I dodged the man coming towards me and ran to the injured man.
" I'm gonna get you out of here, OK?" I said.
" Alright," he replied," but don't shoot the muscle zombie yet."
I picked up the soldier and put him on my shoulder. It's a good thing I work out, or else he would have slowed me down and we both be fresh meat. I ran to the radio tower and climbed up the ladder it had. I still had the helpless guy on my shoulder. I got into the tower and put the hurt man down. I immediately searched for a first-aid box and found one near these boxes full of computer stuff.
" Do you have any scratches from those zombies?" I asked.
" No but from being thrown, yes..." he replied.
" Ok then, I'll put these bandages on so you won't be infected."
I put the band-aid over the scratches and took a look out the tower's window. All I saw was an army of them coming for us. So I decided it was time for a grenade. I took a grenade from my pocket, pulled the handle, and threw it towards the middle of all the zombies. Luckily, the grenade blew up most of the zombies except for a little more and one, big, muscle, zombie thing. At that moment, I heard something climbing up the ladder. I went to go see what it was and it appeared to be another zombie. Plus on top of that, it brought friends. So I took my pistol and shot at its head. It finally fell after several shots. The zombie fell on the other zombies gradually coming up the ladder. I decided to barricade the ladder, talk to the man, and find out info on him. Maybe sleep a little and write in my journal.
" So... my name Scar,been in service for 2 and a half years. I'm 21.I have no children but my wife died due to this tragedy.... and your name is?" I asked.
" The name's Bam. Bam D. Fredson. Been in service for 17 years. I'm 40. I'm not married and have no children. That all that I can tell you now." he said.
" I'm gonna write in my journal Ok? You on the other hand should get some sleep." I requested.
" Alright then..." Bam replied and slowly went to sleep.
I started at the top of a new page, and let my brain and fingers do the work.
Dear Journal,
Today was one h*** of a day and I think this world has finally lost its freakin' mind! I mean with all the zombies walking around and people screaming, all them give me the chills. It's weird how I found someone with a gun actually trying to kill these zombie things. His name is Bam D. Fredson. He seems like an old man that knows how to shoot things. He also seems to be very lonely considering the fact that he's 40. But anyways, I think I can trust him and see what the future may hold. Plus on top of that, I might even take him in as my partner. So tommorow we'll go on a search for some food, supplies, and ammo for our guns. We'll probably have to leave this military base soon because of the zombies.
After I wrote in my journal, I grabbed some old clothes I found lying around and rolled them up into a ball. I then used the ball as a pillow and went to sleep with my pistol right next to me.
I woke up to loud moans near and from far away. Bam was fine, wiping off his AK, and was just chilling by this dusty radio.
" I found this near some old magazines and boxes. It may look old and rusty but I think this d*** thing will work. But anyways, how was your sleep?" Bam asked.
" Good but that moaning was unbearable all throughout the night! I couldn't sleep for 1 hour without having to hear ' Uhhhhhh' all night!" I replied slugishly.
" Well, you're gonna have to get used to it for now because it's pretty much everywhere and it won't stop. Now what are we gonna do today 'cause I wanted to know if we could mess around with this ol' radio and try to get a signal." Bam said.
" Maybe we could do that, then go search for more supplies, and maybe we will find more survivers. Most likely, survivers would be in a nonpopulated area." I said thoughtfully.
" Alright then, we'll do that. But we have to make sure that there's not many zombies around this tower." Bam said.
Bam and I then took our guns, grenades, ourselves and went to a small window and checked to see if there were any more zombies around our area. We found a few but it was enough to get us killed if we didn't watch our backs. We decided we had to make a plan and follow every word of it.
" This is what we're going to do... we're going to check if the coast is clear under us, then creap to a small corner, look for an army vehicle, ride around a bit, see if there is any gas stations, and make sure we can get as far as we can from this s*** hole and survive." I ordered.
" Sounds like a lot but I think I can manage." Bam replied.
" This may take a while but I think we can do it! Am I not right!?" I asked.
" Oh yah, I think we're just about bring them zombies back down to h***!" Bam shouted.
We started the radio up by plugging it in. The plug must have been made years ago because it was very dusty, really bent, and used up. At first, all we could here is just static but we heard something in the background and it sounded just like a voice calling for help.
" Did you just here that!?" I asked confused.
" Yah, what was it?" Bam asked back.
" It sounded like a voice. Maybe if we tune it better, it might work!" I replied.
We turned the dial and this time it worked even better.
" H-help! We need help! If there is anyone out there that lives next to Parkway Dr.,Florida, please help! My dad and mom are dead and all I have is my sister! So please, help!...."
After that, we heard nothing but moans in the morning sky. I smacked the radio a few times but still nothing. After many more tries, I still didn't get the d*** piece of crap to work. So instead, I decided it was time to go. First, I looked for anything I might need and found a first aid, some extra clothing, and more gun ammo. Bam found only food and water. Enough supplies to get us through a few days. We started to take the barricade off the end of the ladder and made sure we didn't forget anything before we made our way down the ladder. As we were climbing down the ladder, zombies were already trying to get us so I took my pistol out and started to shoot. Not the best thing I had in mind and besides that, the plan was definately going to be hard just by looking around. Even more zombies were coming now and what sucked the most was the fact that the muscle zombie was coming too. Immediatley, we tried to go even faster down the ladder while shooting the zombies. Thankfully it worked. We rushed to a corner and reloaded. We turned and saw an army vehicle about 10 yards away from us. Bam and I started towards the vehicle and were shooting zombies. Then all of a sudden, a call for help was heard not too far away from us and was heading our way.
" HELP!!!!" screamed the unknown woman.
" Don't worry, we'll help you!" Bam yelled.
We aimed towards the girl and yelled,
" Duck!"
We shot right through the zombies and after, the woman ran to us.
" Thank you guys. I really needed some help back there." she said.
She was wearing an army suit just like us but with little blood. Bam was looking at the zombies. It was random but reasonable. At this time we were still running and shooting on our way to the vehicle.
" My name is Julie Robin. I've worked here for about 1 and a 1/2 years but I'm still tough. I have no child and I'm divorced. Was married for about 3 years. I'm 37." the woman said.
" Alright... enough chit chat! Do you have a gun?" I asked.
" Yes... a MG42 and a Trench gun but both ran out of ammo." she replied.
" Here then take my pistol and start making sure the front's clear while we take the back and move towards the car." I ordered.
" Ok..." she said back.
We were still running for the car when suddenly, Bam tripped and fell.
" Bam!" Julie screamed.
Suddenly, my mind just went beserk, just all over the place. I was thinking " How'd she know his name," and " Has she met or loved him before," both at the same time. It was all confusing and I was just standing right there, looking at Julie help Bam up while shooting at zombies, wondering if Bam had lied to me.
" A little help Scar!" Bam yelled.
" Yah... right. Alright then..." I said.
I went over to Bam and Julie and helped out. I carried him over my shoulder again. This time I was accually running because the zombies were now also running, including the muscle zombie. This time I was covering the back and Julie was covering the front with Bam who was on my shoulder helpless. We finally made it to the car before the zombies got to us. But there was one last scream before we could start the car and it was Julie. A arm suddenly came crashing through the side window. It tried to grab Julie. But while that was happining, I set Bam down, grabbed my G36 and shot at the d*** thing. It dropped to the floor but we knew there was more to come. Julie kept trying to start up the car as fast as she could while I kept her covered. Nothing came, everything basically disappeared. But I was totally wrong when suddenly our car was lifted up into mid- air. It was so sudden that everybody screamed, including me. The car kept flipping over and over again. Julie was still trying to start the car and finally it worked right in time for us to make a perfect escape! I was so suprised! I was thinking in my head that she really is a strong woman. We were speeding like no other car could. But the only thing is that not only was the gate closed but hundreds of zombies with weapons were covering the gate! Now we were definately speeding, almost a 100 mph! Gaining more speed every second! At this second, I was thinking that we're going to die. But in just about one more second, we impacted a lot of zombies. The ones with the weapons hit the windshield the hardest and nearly cracked it. But even still, we got through the gate of the dead. I was so glad but there was something wrong, someone was on the car!
" Quick! Bam, grab your gun and shoot the f***ing thing!" Julie screamed.
" Alright!" Bam yelled.
Bam grabbed his AK- 47 and shot at the roof of the car but at that moment the roof suddenly poped off!
" Die d*****! Go back to h***!" Bam sceamed at the top of his lungs.
Just then, I noticed it was the muscle zombie so I started to shoot at it too. Then I started to notice that it wasn't dying or being damaged. Suddenly, I had a thought that if I have told Julie to stop the car, it would fall off and get hurt.
" Julie, stop the car!" I yelled.
" Why?!" she replied screaming.
" I gotta' plan! So just do it!" I yelled back.
" Alright!" she said.
Julie stopped the car and sent the muscle zombie flying in mid- air. The zombie landed and stayed there for a few seconds then started to get up.
" Step on the gas Julie!" I yelled.
Julie stepped on the gas and tightly gripped the wheel while speeding. The zombie moaned and sounded like it was getting real upset. We braced ourselves for a major impact as Julie carefully aimed at the muscle zombie. Just before we made impact, the zombie raised it's beefy arms and smashed them into the ground. Of course we sceamed. The whole road started to rise up. Our car was lifted and dropped to the ground on it's back. I started to climb out of it when out of the blue, I got picked up and thrown to the side of an army cabin. I noticed that it was the muscle zombie who threw me. But all of a sudden, I felt flimsy and the next thing I know, I was in the army car and Julie plus Bam were there. We were on a deserted road going nearly a hundred miles per hour. I knew we were obviously riding away from something. I turned and saw a huge mob of angry zombies running for us.
" Keep going!" I yelled.
I noticed that I had waken up from fainting. For some reason, I had no gun when I tried to grab it. Someone also was doing some work on me. I looked at my arm and saw that I now had a bionic arm!
" What the f*** is this!?" I yelled.
" Sorry Scar but your arm was fully broken and we had to do something... so I built you a bionic arm using supplies we grabbed from a cabin near where you fainted. Luckily, the place had a lot of metal. By the way, your bionic arm is connected to your right side of your chest and is connected to your heart. So if you look at your chest, you'll see a clear, half- cut, ball in the middle of your chest. Electricity runs through it so you can shoot or summon lightning instead of shooting bullets." Bam replied intelligently.
" So there is no shooting bullets anymore? Correct?" I said.
" Correct!" Bam said loudly.
" Well... then could I use my left arm for my G36?" I asked.
" Sure, if you want to." Bam replied.
We were all silent except for the zombies in the back of us. But then Bam and I had an idea. We each sat up to say what we thought of.
" I'll go first, what if we connected the G36 to your left arm?" Bam asked.
" That'd be fine... but anyways, what if I were to use my bionic arm to get the zombies off our a**?" I asked Bam.
" But we don't know what will happen if you do... and if you do use it, what could possibly happen to your body." Bam said back to me.
" It doesn't matter, we have to escape without trouble sniffin' around." I shouted.
" Alright then, but be careful and remember, the stronger the blast, the worst the aftermath." Bam said worriedly.
" I'll use a small blast then. Just enough to kill most or all of them." I said back.
I turned around, raised my bionic arm, and aimed at the zombies precisely. Suddenly, a big ball formed right in the middle of my palm and lightning struck out from it, knocking every zombie down with a full blast. I put my arm down and fell back in the seat. I was fainting...
" Scar..." a voice had said.
" Who's there? Where am I?" I yelled.
" Your within yourself..." the voice replied.
" How the h*** did I get inside myself?!" I shouted.
" That blast... the fainting... no control over your new power, me..." the voice said certainly.
" What the f*** are you talking about?" I yelled.
" I'm the spirit that lurks now inside you Scar..." the voice said.
" What do you mean?" I asked.
" I'm the crystal ball you have attached to your chest and I contain maximum power. Together, you and I, shall protect our new friends and get rid of this virus made by Tankem D. Fredson called dioximon." the voice said surely.
" How do you know this Tankem D. Fredson?" I asked.
" Doesn't the last name sound familiar Scar? Doesn't it sound like your best friend's last name? Huh, Scar?" the voice said back.
" Actually, it does... wait, but if it sounds like Bam's last name, then that must mean that it's one of Bam's relatives that's doing this..." I mumured.
" That must mean that Bam hasn't told you how I was created..." the voice said.
" Then how were you created?" I asked.
" I was built in Tankem's lab and was stolen by Bam because he knew what my purpose was for."
" He probably built you to form this disaster, didn't he?" I asked.
" Most definately. I was built to ' form a new type of race' as quoted by Tankem himself." the voice said.
" Didn't he name you or something?" I asked confused.
" Oh yes, he called me D-" the voice cut off.
" What?" I asked.
I woke up covered in water and outside this 7 eleven station. I looked at Bam and Julie. Then back at Bam.
" One of your relatives made this crystal, didn't they?" I asked angrily.
" Well... yes bu-"
" Did you know that this crystal was made from one of them for a way to form a new race?!" I asked angrier this time.
" Yah, and that's why I stole it from Tankem, my brother. And that's why we're trying to get the other side of the crystal. If he were to connect both sides of it, there would be nothing but h*** in this world." Bam said sadly.
" Why didn't you mention that you had an evil brother?" I asked confused.
" I wanted to keep him out of my mind for all the previous things he has done in the past." Bam sadly said.
" Like what?" I asked.
Bam didn't answer. He turned around and looked up towards the sky.
" He killed our parents and said nothing to the police about it. All he did was blame it on me... Luckily, I managed to escape jail with something I made myself similar to yours Scar..." Bam said.
" What was that?" Julie asked.
" Two skin covered bionic arms. But the only difference is that my crystal is full. Plus, my crystal has very dark power in it. I don't use them much because they're extremely dangerous. My brother has the same power but this time, I think he's over done it. He only has half a crystal embeded with him. But anyways, I built these with a friend from my old school. I bet he still lives where he used to before." Bam confessed.
" Then we'd better make way there instead of worrying about finding survivors. I mean if a person needs help or something on our way there, we'll help them and then go back to what we have to do. Ok?" I said.
" Alright... but there's one more thing..." Bam said slowly.
" What might that be?" Julie asked.
" That friend is my cousin. He is a very good tech. I'm sure he can build us something worthy of our taste..." Bam said.
" Ok, then lets go after we gather some more supplies." Julie said.
As we were walking, the only thing I could think about was murdering that Tankem for all that he has done and for creating this virus called dioximon that killed my wife...