The Cold War Project

Hey guys this is my first fanfic story... uh... hope you like it ^ ^

WARNING: T rated for language and violence. Don't like gore and angst? Don't read, you've been warned.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE FOLLOWING CHARACTERS, all belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. Because he's awesome.

Summary: This is not a story with a happy ending. There are no heroes or villians for certain – only victims. Victims, dead and living. This is the story of World War 3, and the disease that started it all.

Enjoy...

PROLOGUE

It was on Sunday that I brought myself to visit you. We walked down the winding road, past orchards and gardens, through a worn but proudly standing farmyard to find the place.I glanced at my company and he smiled back in reassurance, yet the smile was as broken as I felt inside. His face mirrored mine – a face of new understanding, hidden behind the pain.

The pain so strong and fresh from what we had lived through.

We continued to walk through such a place of natural beauty, the perfect place for you. I wanted to see you, see where you rested now, to talk to you. If only I could see your face again... maybe change how I had treated you, be nicer to you. But time is a cold thing.

We reached a hill overlooking a field of sunflowers, the farm stretching across for what seemed like miles – and I gazed down. I gazed down at your grave stone, and cried.

It was a very sudden emotion. Your name on the marble, so cleanly carved, the soil still fresh. Flowers surrounded your bed to show how much you'd been missed by so many. How much I miss you too.

"Why... why did you have to... You could have stayed back...Why?"

"It's okay..."A warm hand rested on my shoulder, yet I felt so cold. It was my fault. You risked you life to save me, even after everything we had been through. After all the fights, the bitter battles, the treachery... you saved me. You smiled at me as you died, laughing as if it were funny to die in such a selfless way. Your laugh was small and weak, before you stopped breathing.

And I had to run. I had to just leave you lying in the middle of the street, abandoned. That was the last time I saw you. I wanted to see your face again, to see if you found peace once you'd left the terrible world you'd fought in. I'll never know. I'd seen the others, seem them in the distance, watching. They looked happy, away from the madness that had taken their lives so harshly. At peace.

I thought about old times then, how life was so simple in its complicated way. The meetings, the preparations, the alliances; the things countries do. But when the war hit... when the disease spread, being a nation of the world became a lot different indeed.

At first we didn't understand why they were attacking. We didn't understand the truth- we only knew that there was an invasion that needed to be stopped. Whoever thought it would lead to this? You're dead. So many are dead. The portion of us alive are no luckier. The nation at my side then, he had changed so much. We all had.

This is far worse than any battle, any war, from before. The disease. It ripped the world apart with our own people as the weapons – turned into cannibals, murderers, insane and hungry.

This is not a story with a happy ending. There are no heroes, no villains for certain- only victims.

This is the story of World War 3, and the disease that started it all.

If you'd like to put it into words, it'd be like a ship. The government is the mast, the citizens are the wind and they are swimming on the sea of time – or so it was said. If the mast is standing straight and a good wind is blowing, the ship goes forward. Of course, there's the possibility of the ship suddenly getting stranded... But as long as there is someone who can fix the ship, you can keep using it forever, right? - Francis Bonnefoy.

-That's just the prologue. Hope you liked it! Please comment ^^-