Official, Full-Length Summary:

A malicious group aims to set an apocalypse by releasing a virus throughout the world. Far Ridgefield, an ex-member of the group, believes humanity deserves a second chance and decides to defy the group by attempting to save Japan from the apocalypse. If by any means necessary. He must gain the trust of several people and make daring sacrifices. This story is filled with action, cliffhangers, awkward romance, and sexual content. Rated T for use of profanity, and sexual content (not elaborated however). And extreme gore. Obviously.

An Apocalyptic Cleansing

Introduction

There were always assumptions that one day, terrorists were going to attack the United States by Biological or Chemical means.

In the end, the prediction was half-right. There was a biological and chemical attack on the United States. The thing is, so was every other country. China, Russia, England... you name it. They all were under attack by an apocalyptic disaster.

The 'terrorists' were a group called Project C. It was created and consisted by people with money, connections, and of course scientists of all fields.

Their main goal was to cleanse the Earth of pollution, crimes, over-population, and global warming. For years, they were testing a certain virus found deep within the jungles of Africa. They had altered it in so many ways and tested it for near perfection so it could be used on the world-changing day of June 14th, 2012.

On that fateful night, every highly-populated city in the world had the deadly virus released within. Within days, every continent but Antarctica was 'changing'

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My name is Far Ridgefield and this is my story of survival. I was an ex-member of Project C and my job was to spread the infection over the city of Osaka. I had bailed out in the end because I just couldn't live with the guilt. People deserved a second chance. But it was too late and the world was already undergoing it's cleansing. Tokyo, Kyoto, and eventually the town I was in.

I was young, jobless, and broke. When I learned that there was an underground group preparing to decimate the planet with a virus, I was interested. My brother, 28 at the time, was a crucial member of Project C. He was how I got in. Within a year, I was offered to release the virus through whichever available city I wanted. And of course, I would pick one of the three major cities in Japan.

After Tokyo and Kyoto were already taken, Osaka was my default option. They were going to fund me with half-a-million dollars. I had a year to go there, settle in, and then receive a package from someone I didn't know. In the package contained a small glass bottle with the labeled word, "Velameen" and another small glass bottle labeled with the word, "Antidote".

Prologue

Far's POV

The warm water comforted my muscles throughout my body and made my skin feel fresh. I loved hot showers... but it would be indefinitely scarce quite soon. I stopped my shower, minding the sharp squeak of the tap. Slowly, I gotten out of the bath tub making sure I wouldn't trip from the slippery water. I looked at the hazy mirror and wiped clean it with fingers in order to see my wet face.

Within no time, the warm fog in the bathroom once again made my mirror hazy. I grabbed my semi-stinky towel from the floor and rubbed my every part of me. After I was considerably dry and comfortable, I wiped the mirror with towel until it was pristine and proceeded looked at all my attributes. I examined my shining blue eyes and played with my light-brown hair that looked good with the bathroom's bright light. I wondered if it would really matter soon.

A lot of women here in Osaka tended to smile at me at train stations and mega-malls. And it wasn't just the kind of smile you would get out of politeness, it definitley had to do with 'you're American, you're handsome, come fuck me... please.' I admit, several times, I couldn't resist. These cute little sluts were so irresistible, and they were basically offering themselves to me on a silver platter.

I sighed through my stuffy nose and cranked my neck to look at Bill. Yes, I named it. As every other guy on the planet, at some point, had also done so. Would I really need Bill anymore? Would he be much of a use anymore? Most of the women I preferred were cute Asian girls and unfortunately the kind of 'cute Asian girls' I would stumble across would be extremely dumb. Though I guess you get that a lot when you're nineteen. It isn't exactly an age that you attract intellectual women. In terms of survival, these dumb girls wouldn't be able to live through it. And that is why I thought Bill will be of no use into the future, comically so. There I was again... thinking things of such unimportance.

I left the bathroom, embracing the fresh-like cool air that chilled the surface of my skin. It felt comforting to my humid lungs after breathing so much warm and humidified air.

After putting on clothes, I sat down on the bed and let out a long sigh. The room was silent and I didn't have anything to do. Without thinking much beforehand, I grabbed a heavy metal box under my bed. I had done so with so much haste that I must've pulled a muscle. I half-threw it up onto my bed and could hear metal clashing with metal. It wasn't a pleasant sound to my delicate ears.

I twisted the dial, spelling out the numbered code before it opened with a click. I felt a sense of opening a treasure box as I swung the metal box open. There, in the box, were two guns. I was specially allowed to carry weapons in Japan because I had connections. More like my brother did.

The M1911 and Jericho 941 were sitting still alongside a couple dozen boxes filled with cartridges. It was plenty of ammo but would it be enough? I picked up my M1911 and analyzed every part of it and then placed it back in the box. How many bullets would it shoot before the war would be over?

I closed the box with a loud metallic thud and put it back under the bed. Shortly after, I pulled out another firearm with no more ease than the metal box. The Remington 870 shot gun. It was sure to blow many heads up into the near future and this prospect had me midly excited. It had hundreds of shells ready to be used.

One last weapon. An M16 assault rifle. I didn't bother taking out because I knew I wouldn't use it. It was just something my brother insisted I get. But after doing research on it, it wouldn't do much against the infected.

Picking up those weapons were already enough of a work out. They were heavy as hell to me. I sighed again and dropped myself onto my bed in exhaustion, putting my hands behind my head. I had to choose two people to save. At least two. Two worthy people to be under my care. It was the best I could do now, the only good I could cause.

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John's POV (One-shot character)

They were all ready to do what they've been planning to do for years. They were devoted to Project C and would not fail it. June 13th was the night. Once it became midnight on a highly-populated city, a member of Project C would release the perfected virus called Velameen. The minutes were passing by slowly and it was almost John Hager's time to change the fate of Miami.

A small smile creaked from John's lips. He was waiting for this day for a long time. As he was driving a large van, he thought of how, at that minute, the world was finally starting to undergo it's cleansing. People in Asia were experiencing it firsthand. "Those bastard Commies'll be gettin' it," he chuckled to himself, almost as if he was mad.

The van was shaking a bit as John was driving through the streets of downtown Miami, but it wasn't because of the road. It was the violence of the 5 infected in the back of the van. John could hear the muffled sounds of screeching, inhumane screaming, roars, and moaning. John banged the steel wall separating him and the infected with his right fist. "Shut the fuck up back there, ya'll gonna drive me fuckin' crazy! We're almost there, then ya'll can do your jobs."

A few more minutes passed and John had reached his checkpoint. He was closing in on a popular night-life strip right by the beach. Stopping Right in the middle, he sighed and smiled to himself again. "My turn," he said as he hit a button that would open the van's back door. The infected 5 quickly fled the van and started running separately, looking at all the potential prey. John closed the back door by hitting the button again and fled the scene as fast as he could.

He reached the Miami airport shortly after and injected himself with the virus. He himself was going to take down the airport. John sat down by other waiting people, smiling to himself. He was feeling weaker by the minute. "This is one hell of a way t'go.