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Day 721

Date: 4/3/2018

Time: 6:49 AM

Location: New Mexico, Santa Fe

A man in makeshift body armor is scene standing on top a building overlooking a ruined city, he sets down his bags and pulls out a laptop; as it powers up he makes sure his surroundings are secure, he hears the laptop finish its startup as he connects a camera and begins to pull out documents and files from one of his other bags he sits down on some rubble in front of the camera, hits record and begins to speak:

"32 years a pharmaceutical company named gentek began work into curing the world's diseases, they were able to cure minor diseases, but unable to cure the more severe ones; although they found more efficient ways to treat them.

March 12th 2011: 10 researches had begun to work and put funds into creating a miracle cure: one that would cure cancer and other fatal diseases that are so common

October 27th 2014: they had completed their work but needed a test run, after 14 days of searching they found a willing subject; a cancer patient in Kansas who had given up on life and agreed because he believed the cure would kill him.

November 10th 2014: 6:47 PM after signing legal waivers and such the treatment was administered into his bloodstream.

1 hour after administration: he complained of chest pain

Another hour passes: he stated he felt light headed

2 hours pass: he stated that his limbs ached

48 minutes pass: he was strapped down after he began to yell for someone to put him out of his misery as he began to feel severe strain in his body, he passed out shortly after

2 two hours and 42 minutes pass: he awakened with dull ache in his chest, no memory of the pain he experienced earlier

37 minutes pass: he began hyperventilating, and had a massive coughing fit; he called for the doctors to take him to the restroom, he vomited profusely; he seemed disturbed when returned to the room. (Upon investigating the restroom they found a black substance in the sink, later identified as cancerous cells)

53 minutes pass: he informed the research team that he didn't feel any strain when he breathes or feel any sort of pain in his body.

The doctors informed the research team they would take over from here, and would send them any and all information of their inspection.

3 days pass: the research team receives a letter from the hospital informing them that they found no cancerous cells in his body. In 8.3 hours the treatment had removed the cancerous cells in his body and began to heal his body at an abnormal.

Head researcher Mason Christof informed local news networks of their discovery and asked to have an interview, during the interview he praised his colleagues and stated that the treatment will be mass produced and given to hospitals free of any charge.

When questioned on why he would give such a thing away for free; he stated he didn't want to make money off of this, he just wanted help people. Most of his colleagues were on the same page. One man had a different plan, Weiland Smith, a bigoted man who believed that the treatment should only be given to those that "truly deserved to be saved"; he was ignored and berated by his colleagues for being an asshole.

December 1st 2014: During the production of the treatment he had begun his plan; he took a sample and began to tamper with it in the hopes of creating something grand. After 2 and half months of tiring work he had his altered strain of the treatment complete, but needed to find "willing" subjects, he and two others along with some hired hands had begun to abduct the homeless, and anyone unfortunate enough to catch their attention.

After rounding up 100 people (18 of them being children) all of them were put into individual cells with recording equipment in each. Everyone was injected with the altered strain of the treatment; and the experiment began.

Day 1: All of them began to experience various pains in several of the body and 3 people died of sensory overload

Day 8: Some began to act abnormally aggressive, yelling at others through the walls blaming them for what's happening to them

Day 25: some began to experience hallucinations calling out to various people, most likely friends or family

Day 28: 17 people died, they repeatedly beat their heads against the walls of their cells.

Day 42: 57 people had started screaming for unknown reasons; it died down as quickly as it began

Day 60: Almost all of the subjects had lost all sense of self, some acted like rabid animals, while others just sat quietly in their cells watching smith and his colleagues with hungry eyes just waiting.

Day 63: All of those who had lost themselves were rounded up and released in an open area, they proceeded to kill and eat each other with ferocity; after 27 minutes only one remained. He was killed shortly after they collected a blood sample.

Day 65: after all was said and done, only two people remained; A woman and a child. They were subjected to additional testing: pain tolerance, healing rate, endurance, and to see if they were immune to the blood sample taken from the man from the field; it had no negative effects on them. They were killed shortly after smith and his colleagues injected themselves with the altered strain.

Smith had begun to create small containers of his altered strain for later when the treatment would be shipped out.

November 18th 2015: Large quantities of the treatment were ready to be shipped out all around the country, Smith's plan was put into motion; during the night he and his 2 goons had started to put the altered strain into all of the shipments contaminating all of them with the altered strain. The treatment was shipped out with anyone none the wiser of what had happened

February 19th 2016: patient zero (does it still count as patient zero if the original patient zero is dead?) takes a bite out his doctor and some other patients in the intensive care ward. Soon several reports of similar things happening pop up all around the country. When word spread of the strange happenings the shipments were stopped, but it was too late."

The man Stops recording and sighs heavily, dreading to speak of the events of the last 2 years, but people needed to know the all that had happened and his struggles and all those he met. He hit record and resumed his speaking

"This is where my story starts"; he hesitates for a moment, "My family was an average Mexican-American family living in Texas, so don't expect anything too exciting. We got by well enough, I was a C-B student in high school, and my little bro-"He chokes a little on the words fighting back tears, "my little brother, Dominic, was a good kid, sure he was clumsy and loud but he did his best to put a smile on everyone's face. My little sister, Maria, was rather nihilistic, but still an optimist and a decent artist. My parents were the same as anyone's parents, hardworking people who cared for their family and taught their children right from wrong"; he pauses and gives a nostalgic sigh, remembering back to before all this happened

"I think it's important to say I trained with short swords, so I used that as a means of defense during the outbreak, my brother had a rifle that our aunt gave him, he was a decent shot. We got to an evacuation site, one of the few hospitals that didn't receive any shipments of the treatment. When it was time for my family to get evacuated the infected had started to get near the building, there was only enough space for 3 more people on the Evac chopper; me and Dom opted to stay behind much to our parent's protests. We assured them we would get on the next one. By the time it had arrived the hospital was overrun, we chose to help people get out rather than be evacuated ourselves, they were taken with our sister to safety."

He stops speaking and looks around, he feels as if someone is watching him.

"We met up with my cousin, Paul, and his friend Ivan; together we formulated a plan to go to Florida and get a boat, we never really thought ahead of where to take the boat. A bunch of teens with guns, isn't America great? Dom had his rifle, he painted it and carved some quotes into the stock and barrel, Ivan had a lever action shot-gun, also painted, Paul had a desert eagle with the Virgin Mary painted on the grip, he was a pretty religious guy; I had a wakizashi, yup a fucking sword, everyone in our little group had a gun while I had a little sword to protect myself; albeit I was pretty damn good with it."

He goes on to describe their journey and all its trials, from fighting off hordes of infected, to dealing with psychopaths and other assorted things. He spoke of his immunity to the virus, and how they had come up with the idea of creating a cure. They had checked news stations to find if the virus had spread to others countries, surprisingly it hadn't: it was too cold for the infected to continue moving up in Canada, and the border to Mexico had prevented them from going down south. They ran into camps of survivors that given them some supplies to help them on their way, and how Dom usually put their lives at risk when he played the hero in various situations, he begins to talk about a church on a small island in the middle of a lake. He takes on a melancholy look.

"In order to prevent the infected from reaching the island we had to destroy the bridge that connected it to the shore, they had enough supplies to last until they were rescued; explosives were set up around areas of the bridge and we held off the infected to help the demo-man finish setting up the last few. Unfortunately some of the infected slipped through and swarmed him before he could set a timer on the bombs, we had no knowledge on how to set up explosives but we knew that the detonator was in his pockets. My cousin volunteered to stay behind and detonate the explosives, after we argued he just said that we should let his final act be worth something grand"; He chokes on his words as he begins to describe the situation, "He gave me Maria, his deagle, and told to purify the infected as we fought to stay alive. After a tearful departure we fought our way back to shore and reached it just in time to see the bridge go up in flames."

"4 weeks later we're hold up in some store in Mississippi and turned a T.V to check the news for any updates on the situation. A medical team in Nevada attempted to create a cure for the virus; in a worldwide broadcast they injected their "cure" into an infected subject. He stopped struggling against his restraints and began to roar as his skin began to shift as he proceeded to mutate into something terrifying, it escaped and proceeded to mutate other infected individuals causing another kind of hell for survivors. After encountering the mutated it didn't have anything negative affects when one of them had bitten me, although I did grow 4 inches taller." He pulls out a small notebook, "According to Ivan I healed faster than most people should, he was right: the first altered strain my skins endurance and healing rate, the second strain made my bones more durable and of course heal faster than most normal people."

He goes on to explain the mutations that they recorded in his body, along with the various mutations found in the infected ones. He describes more of their journey and a psychotic priest they ran into who believed the infected were gods way of testing those unworthy of living; he would round up people and leave to the infected, he was dealt with quickly.

"During our travels we encountered mercenaries under gentek's payroll, under orders to kill anyone but the immune. Ivan found that out the hard way when we were travelling through Columbus Georgia when we ran into 5 of them. We saw them at a small distance and Ivan ran to them in the hopes of getting some help, they opened fire him without any warning; we returned fire and killed them. We didn't have time to give a burial as the infected were drawn in by the gunfire, although we were able to take his shot-gun, the red curtain as he liked to call it."

He stops recording and sits there in silence, an unbridled look of anger and sadness on his face. He grabs some rocks and throws them in a fit of anger. He proceeds to speak and record.

"It was just me and Dom now"; he pauses and looks around once more, the feeling of being watched is beaming down on him heavily but continues anyway, "we travelled at night to prevent anyone from getting the drop on us; it also made it easier to spot the infected. We were nearing Orlando when we saw a massive horde approaching the city, we had to move quickly to find somewhere to hold out until they scattered. Unfortunately we heard a women calling out for help when we found somewhere to holdout Dom ran off to try and help her, I ran after him to give him some support; but when we found her it was too late, she was already ripped apart by the horde, they turned their attention to us; we fought our way out and got back to our makeshift safe house." He chokes on his words as tears begin to fall from his eyes," I woke up the next morning to find Dom missing from his room, I panicked and began to look all around for him; my search had been fruitless until I heard a familiar song being played form an alleyway. He would usually play it on his iPod whenever we were travelling or relaxing." He is shaking now as he fights the urge to scream in anger, "I found him alone trying to open a door that had an alarm going off on the other side of it. He turned his attention towards me and shuffled my way, I tried getting him to listen to me as I called out to him to remember me, but it was all pointless. When he came close to bite me I shoved to blade through his mouth into his brain preventing any damage to his face. I screamed in anger, grabbed his rifle and began to kill any and all of the infected I saw." He is seething with anger and sadness, shaking with tears streaming down his face as he sobs. "I-I took his body to the safe house and wrapped in a blanket, I found a nice area to bury him, I was going to bury him with his iPod but opted against it because it usually brought him good luck and it tended to play music befitting of the situations we winded up in. I was all alone now with my cousin's gun, his friend's gun, my brother's gun, and my sword; all alone to leave this country behind. Given my location you can tell I didn't stick to the plan, I didn't have any reason to. I had attacked a camp of mercs and gotten the information I needed out of them along with some body armor, the location of the headquarters of gentek was what I wanted to know; it was located in New Mexico it was pretty obvious which building it would be, and so began my journey, my suicide mission of avenging my loved ones."

He tells of his trip back through Georgia to Dallas Texas, how worse they seemed than before. The paintings and such that he put on the armor, although he didn't use all of it, he used enough to keep his body from being seriously damage by fire arms.

"When I arrived at El Paso I found a survivor camp that had been overrun by the infected, I searched inside and found a man's body; in his hands was a revolver most likely a Smith & Wesson 500, he had a note on him that I read; he killed himself after failing to save the people in this camp." He pulls out the gun and shows it to the camera, "as you can see he gave it a little paint job, there are 2 serpents running along the barrel and pentagram on the grip and the gun has a midnight black tint on it, other than that it's a normal gun." He puts it away. "I arrived at my destination; I could see the damned building in the distance looming over the ruins of what it had caused. I waged a one man war against them, they knew I was immune otherwise they would have tried to kill me; I killed at least 50 of them before I was captured." He stops recording and pulls out some food from one of his bags, he "enjoys" a meal of military rations and tap water before resuming.

He recalls his meeting with Smith, the self-proclaimed leader of "humanities next step into greatness", what the madman's plans were and why he had started all of this in the first place. Smith had offered him a position at his side, but he refused. He explained the experiments and torture he was put through as to break his will and any further knowledge they could gain about the mutations in his body.

"16 days of being cut open, having my arms and legs broken, some pieces of my brain being removed; my body had enough and my heart stopped. After a couple hours they decided to have my body incinerated, so I was transported to the disposal bay to be burned to ash. Sometime during the transport my heart restarted and I awoke to find myself on a stretcher. After my initial panic I formulated a plan to get my stuff back and kill everyone here."

He goes into detail of his escape and assault of the security teams and scientists, after he had gotten high level clearance he unleashed their captives and experiments on the security team and anyone that was in the general area they were released from. In one of the containment cells he found Christof sitting in his cell, malnourished and weak yet still able to stand ready to face him. They came to an agreement that Smith must die, and a cure must be made, he got into the room where they kept his equipment and armed himself. He speaks of the assault he waged on his way up to Smith, fighting the infected and any mercenaries that got in his way. He found smith in a meeting room with his two allies conversing their next move, he took a shot with his brother's rifle killing one of them while alerting smith and the other, who ran; he and smith shared a few words before smith had called something into the room.

"Subject X2-5B dubbed "Orion" was made specifically to locate and combat the immune and bring them to smith. Smith ran with his other colleague while I fought 5B, it was a grueling fight because he knew where to hit and how hard to hit. We fought each other to a standstill; I faked my next hit and struck its face with the butt of Dom's rifle to crack the mask it wore." He paused for a moment, "It looked just like Dom, I hesitated and it got the upper hand within those few seconds; I was pinned down before I could react. I struggled for a few minutes as it simply waited for Smith to return and retrieve me, I gave up right there, there was nothing I could do in that situation but struggle at its hold, and just as I accepted my fate Christof came in sigh a handgun and placed a few shots in 5B giving time to slip free; unfortunately 5B had returned fire and hit Christof in his chest, I grabbed my sword and began slashing away: cutting through its chassis and limbs, I pulled out the red-curtain and began to fire tearing apart what remained of the armor, I proceeded to stomp on the head and reduced it to scrap metal. I comforted Christof as he bled out, he informed me that one of the researches is in a safe house in Canada; they could help create a cure."

"I confronted Smith in one of the labs; I kicked down a disposal shaft that led into the incinerator. I got to the roof of the building and saw the other of Smith's allies taking off in a helicopter, I took a few shots and hit the tail rotor causing it to lose control and crash into a nearby building."

He stands and grabs his bags, along with his weapons striking a pose.

"My name is Michael Santiago and I have brought those responsible to justice and avenged my friends, but my work is not done yet" after that Michael stops recording and sighs, "Damn I'm tired, probably should've just made a slide show and emailed it to someone." He notices that the ground beneath him begins to glow. "What the- "before he could finish he is consumed by the light and vanishes from sight.

Many species looked up to sky as an abnormal aura borealis took up the night sky, but chose to ignore it as they were all too busy celebrating the anniversary of the defeat of an evil being. 7 years ago a dragon named Malefor had attempted to destroy the world, but was stopped by two young dragons before he could succeed, unknown to most he was not dead only imprisoned in the center of the world. Shortly after the aura borealis a meteor shower began, making the anniversary much more memorable.

A group of dragons were travelling through a jungle to get to a city named warfang, unknown to them they were being followed by creatures who held nothing but hatred in their hearts for them and their kind; they would attack soon. Elsewhere a man awakens to finds himself somewhere strange, he is in pain and cannot do much but lay there in complete agony as his body heals itself.

END OF PROLOGUE

Well let's see if this this flops or not

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