Part 1: Daniel's Wishes

1 Week After First Infection...

?'s POV

The air smelled rather odd these days. Instead of fresh air, you would smell the stench of blood mixed with rotten flesh. The reason the air smells like the way it does is because of the green flu and what it did to us. The green flu ruined it all. The green flu will forever change our lives...for the worst. The green flu is as bad as it could get.

Nobody knows where it came from or how it started. Some thought the infected were actually the undead. Some thought it came from infected or bad cow meat. Some thought it came from an engineered virus. Others thought it came from a nanotech contagion. There's even been some rumors that the green flu was originally suppose to be a cure to cancer that was badly infected.

However, I ain't one to question what caused it in the first place. Because in the end, it's the outcome that really matters. I try my best to survive in the world now. I-

"Ryan, Our radio just picked up a broadcast from a military outpost. They're evacuating people. It's probably a day of walking from here."

Ryan's POV

That would be Daniel, My friend. He always interrupts my thoughts. Anyways, we've been friends for as long as I can remember.

"A day? Damn...I guess we might as well go since we don't have any better plans." I said to Daniel.

"We're also running low on food." he added. And sure enough, he was right. All that we had left was three pieces of cold fried chicken, some raw chicken, a few blueberries, a plate of cold spaghetti, a few cans of cola, and a few pieces of green vegetables.

"If we're going out there, pack only what you can carry. Make sure your shotgun is loaded. And we have to watch each other's backs." He said.

One similarity that me and Daniel both share is our dads were both police sergeants; in fact, they both had their own squads. Unfortunately, we have lost contact with them ever since the outbreak started.

Daniel has a Colt Diamondback revolver (with a custom nickel finish and a six inch barrel to it) that his dad gave him last month. He has 5 speed-loaders for it. And he also has 24 extra bullets if he ever had to resort to reloading by inserting bullets manually which was if his speed-loaders ran empty; giving him a grand total of 54 bullets (which included the bullets already loaded into the gun). He also had a hunting knife. He has that knife because before his father joined the force, his father would always take him out hunting for game, maybe at-least once a month. They stopped when his dad joined the force.

Me, on the other hand, had a Remington Model 870 shotgun. I got it on my own with the help of my dad being a police sergeant. I have a belt on that has a zipper pouch which I use to hold all my extra buckshots for it. Daniel has the same belt which he uses to carry his speed-loaders and extra bullets. Anyways, In total, I have about 48 buckshots (which does not include the eight that were already loaded into the shotgun). I also had a Colt M1911, but I don't have any extra bullets for it and it ain't loaded either. I got the colt last year for my birthday from Daniel and his dad, it was from both of them. It was empty because I do not have any money to buy the ammo.

Me and Daniel have been staying in his apartment for the past week. We had a large supply of water, but our food supply was starting to run low (like I mentioned earlier). Gas, unfortunately, stopped running about three days ago. We barricaded both the windows and the door to make sure that the infected did not come in. We both knew first hand what they were capable of...

Daniel lived in an "average" apartment. Upon entering through the front door, you would find the kitchen to your left and a closet to your right. Past that, you would be in the living room. The living room would then lead to two bedrooms, a fire escape, and a balcony. And I guess that's pretty much all there was to his apartment.

We would take turns on watch at the door. While one of us were on watch, the other would mind their own business; eat, sleep, drink, try to get something on the radio, polish his gun, chat with each other, and basically, anything we can do to past the time. Occasionally, we would hear groaning past the barricaded door. But that was all that they were, groans behind a barricaded door.

Both me and Daniel took two of the emergency first-aid kits that we had stored away for...well, emergencies. I had a feeling we were going to need it. We had to strap the kits onto our backs. The first-aid kits came with medical supplies. Medical supplies like bandages, gauze, ointment, pain killers, sterile pads, wipes, medical tape, and other various supplies. The list just goes on and on. I could probably spend a good five minutes just to list all the supplies that came in a first-aid kit.

"All that is standing between us and the outside world is this barricade and the door. Help me remove it." I said.

"Hold on...Let me pick up some more supplies for the road." Daniel replied.

I started taking off the barricade of the door. As I did so, Daniel started putting various supplies in his back satchel. After he was done, he helped remove the barricade. We had used wooden boards, unwanted furniture, cabinets, and things of that nature as the barricade. After awhile, me and Daniel had finished removing it all.

I opened the door and Daniel took a peek outside. The hallway was empty, not a single living soul (or infected soul for that matter) was around.

"Hallway's clear. Let's go." Daniel said.

Even though the hallway was clear, there were still several corpses littering it. Some of the corpses were uninfected humans, but most of them were the infected. Several of them were in dried pools of blood. One of them had an audio diary and a gun in their hands. He was surrounded by multiple infected corpses.

"Ryan, look. This guy left behind an audio diary." Daniel said.

An audio diary was a device that CEDA released about five months before this all happened. It was a recording device that people used to record their private thoughts, Hence, the name "Audio Diary". The device had five buttons, a "play", "pause", "stop", "record" , and a "erase" button. They would also come with labels that you could write on in case you wanted to name it and maybe put your own name on it. I remember I used one about two weeks ago...although, I forgot where I put it.

This particular audio diary was labeled, "Fight". The name on it was Sander Finnegan. Daniel picks it up and presses the "play" button. This was what it said:

"This green flu is insane! Almost my whole family was taken away from me because of it. But it ain't gonna get me! I will fight them down to the last bullet. I will fight them with my bare hands if I have to! They ain't taking me alive!"

Oh...I guess I forgot to mention a side effect of the green flu pandemic. The Psychos. The Psychos are uninfected people who are driven mad or insane by the outbreak. Psychos could even be people that were corrupted or evil. Me and Daniel had to kill one about five days ago. We had to go out for a supply run, we ran into her on our way back to the apartment. Daniel ended up killing her by putting a bullet in her head.

I made a promise to myself that I will never become like them after me and Daniel fought against the female psycho.

Anyways, I'm glad we didn't have to fight this Sander, he had a gun. He could have been a lethal psycho. Me and Daniel were lucky that the psycho that we fought didn't have one (she used a knife against us). Now that I think about it...we never got the female psycho's name. I wonder what was she like before the outbreak.

"Another psycho. Glad we didn't have to fight him." I said.

"Yep, This one could have been worse than the girl." Daniel replied.

"I agree."

"In any case, we have got to keep on moving."

"Alright...We can go down those stairs." I said as I pointed at a flight of stairs on the other side of the hall.

As we started our descend down the stairs, I decided to start a little conversation with Daniel.

"Hey Daniel, Do you think the world will ever go back to normal?" I asked him.

"I don't know, dude. It...it doesn't seem possible at this point." He replied.

"You know, it's possible that someone out there is working on a cure. We'll never know."

"That's the thing, Ryan...We'll never know. We might have to fight just to survive for the rest of our lives."

"Don't worry, Daniel. That military outpost is sure to promise us a safe haven."

"I hope so, buddy...I hope so."

By the end of the conversation, we were at the bottom of the stairs in the lobby. What we both saw next made my heart drop like a boulder sinking down to the bottom of a lake.

The lobby was absolutely flooded with the infected...and there doesn't seem to be a way around them.

Author's Note: And that is the first chapter of Unforeseen.

And I think this story was what I needed because before I started working on this, I didn't feel like writing anymore. But now, I'm inspired!

I will try to update this story atleast once a week or whenever the next chapter is ready.

I have about three parts planned for this story, but it might end up having more. We'll see.

The reason I gave Ryan the Remington shotgun is because that is the shotgun that is used in the games.

I had to google what a first-aid kit could contain and...well, there was way too much stuff to list. I only listed a few of the medical supplies for the convenience. So, I wouldn't have to spend all day typing the list and so you (the readers) wouldn't have to read it all.

The Psychos are directly inspired by the psychopaths from the Dead Rising series. They will make several appearances throughout the story. Some will be alive and some will be dead already.

I guess that is it for notes...so see you next time.