Prologue

The gun was held high, as the screams were evident in the tiny apartment. The screams were like needles, were like needles piercing his very ear drums. How had it come to this, how had the world dissolved to such a state, how could the once lonely quiet boy, be holding this.. this black device that took lives! It was like his worse nightmare come true, it was those movies he had been forbidden to watch all his life, it was those moments everyone talked about but never really thought could happen. What had he done to deserve this, what had Bryan Hasting done to deserve this.. this hell that he now faced. The gun was still pointed as the apartment was torn to shreds, pictures lay shattered on the floor, the small couch was overturned, the TV lay smoking and smoldering threatening to turn into a fire on the shag carpet. In front of him was his mother a lovely young woman in a sun flower dress, her blonde now soaked with blood, he eye's were open but were not moving, she was.. was gone. In front of the thirteen year old boy now was a man, his eye's were crazed, blood dripped from his chin, his hands were dripping with the blood of his mother, and now his eye's were on Bryan. The man who he had begun to call his dad now stared at him with nothing but bad intentions. The night had turned out so normal, mom had cooked a nice dinner and invited Gregory the man who now stood over her body. Gregory had been his moms boyfriend for years now, and they had intended to get married. Nothing a seemed out of the ordinary that night, they all sat down for dinner, were laughing and talking. Gregory had complained of a bad headache and he looked sick, when he went to the bathroom to wash up the last thing any of them expect was for him to run out of the bathroom like a crazy man. He started destroying the apartment, his mother had tried to do something but Gregory… he bite into her head like a maniac and… tore her apart. An now in front of him the man he had become to love was now moving towards him, mouth open, ready to finish of Bryan as well. Bryans hands were shaking as he held the gun, he couldn't do it, how could he do it, he couldn't shoot him he was too weak. Bryan backed away slowly as Gregory still advanced, with no fear, no concern.

"Gregory..pl..pl..please stop"…

Bryan tried to plead with the man but he did not seem to listen all he did was keep moving toward the young boy. Bryan felt the line of tears coming down his cheeks as he felt his back hit the front door of the apartment.

"Gregory.. I.. I don't… want to do this"…

Bryan pleaded but it fell upon deaf ears as Gregory lumbered further forward and was in distance of the young boy.

"Please…"

Bryan could feel the vibrations of Gregory's foot steps as his voice strained to be hood. Closing his eye's he hoped it was all a dream an he would wake up. He would just wake up, go into the living room and Gregory and his mom would be cuddling on the couch. But as he opened them again Gregory was reaching his hand down towards Bryan. Bryan within his last second before being grabbed raised the gun, an within one second his life completely changed as he pulled the trigger on the device in his hand. Blood sprayed his face and upper body as the now limp body of Gregory fell forward and landed practically on top of him. In one second his whole life was now over, and nothing was going to be the same again…

[Bryan:] Everything changed that day, my life, world, everything I had come to know slipped away as that bullet pierced the head of a man I once had begun to call Dad. You could guess that the incident had not been an isolated event. Apparently a new drug called CAC560 or Cancer Cure if you want to call it that, went wrong. The drug had never reached the store shelves as it was found to cause a severe reaction with anything that happened to take it. The test animals had of course been euthanized and destroyed. But that night unknown to my mother or I, Gregory was actually on of the scientist who was helping on the project, and he had been bitten by one of the test animals, and through bad or worse the drug somehow was passed from the bite of test animal to him. An in the end he turned into a monster very much like a zombie I suppose or maybe one of those raged educed humans from twenty eight days later. That night when the police arrived they did not know what to think of the scene they saw, it was sickening just to look at, I would have known I was there. The first reaction was I had murdered them, but through investigation it was determined I was nothing more then a victim defending myself. In the end my mother nor Gregory had a funeral because their bodies were both taken to be burned, having identified the CAC within Gregory's blood system. There were others like this who also suffered from the infection of CAC and they were also taken care of, which in reality most likely stopped what could have been an epidemic. As for me I was sent to live with some family in another state, but the trauma of what I had saw ad turned me into something that I never thought Id become. I was depressive, scarred, I don't remember how many times I went to see someone to talk to. I had become obsessed with fighting, and hurting people, and always being prepared to defend myself in whatever means. In the end it never really helped me. About the time I was sixteen and going into high school, my Aunt and Uncle whom had taken me in knew I would never find peace, not when I was a stones throw from where it all happened. So for my best interest I was told that when I left middle school I would go to a small town called Peach Creek, to live with my Cousin, a boy my age named Edd. I guess they figure having someone my age can help but I don't think it will. Now I sit here with my bags packed and I am looking out my window, sitting on the edge of my bed for probably the last time in this place. I do not know where Peach Creek is, or the people in it, or even my cousin for that matter, but maybe this place could actually help me forget the events that's plague my dreams and give me nightmares. Time would tell in the end, but I knew that soon enough I would be leaving, to what I did not know, but I would know soon enough.