INTRO.
? POV.
An old bar,
Las Vegas,
Nevada,
4:41pm,
24/12/2016.
It's dark I can't see a thing, but it feels like I'm against a wall, a wet wall, a sticky wet wall, but I can't feel the floors below my feet, but I'm stuck to the wall.
Wait, I'm on the floor, and I'm not stuck I'm just tired.
Why am I on the floor, and why is it wet, I don't know, it's not water that I know, could it be blood.
I hear something squish and move beside me, what is it.
The answer to my question is pretty hedious, it looks down on the with a highly distorted face, it's gruesome form glows internally, it's arms have been disembodied, it's head hangs lazily from it's shoulders, the glow is seeping out from the inside of it's bowels.
I soon feel something cold and slimy, tentacles, it makes up for it's arms with tenacles.
Are you kidding.
"BANG!" the shot rings out forcing me to arrange my priorities.
Wait, where am I, I need time to think this through, time, time, time, what am I doing, I don't have time, I need to find time, where is time.
"Click" the sound of the hammer pulling back only makes my thoughts richocet fast, danger, I'm in danger, act fast, fast, fast danger.
The cold touch of the metal against my forehead pushes all thouguts into place, as one hits top priority.
'Gun' as the word registers in my head, my right hand sweeps across shoving the muzzle away but keeping a grip on it as my left hand follows the same movement this time grabbing hold of the arm.
My left foot lashes out instinctively throwing the assaulter back as I spin the weapon out of his grip before adjusting it into mind as he lands on the floors.
I pull the trigger, "BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!".
The sounds would send chills down any person's spine... any normal person that is.
Something I no longer qualify as.
Hell, no one qualifies as a normal person these days.
Everything that was once seen as normal is now either dead or gone.
It all started when... well I can't say for sure when it started, from what I remember it came out of nowhere.
It was strange, no one expected it, first people began to disappear in San Fransisco, very few, like two each month, in different parts, no one thought different of it.
Then in about two months came the drop offs, the suprising part, the people had been dropped off at their homes, all safe.
Then, there were reports of people getting sick, very sick, then acting strange.
More people began to disappear, it got worse, people were being kidnapped from hospitals, train stations, stores, every where.
The worst part was they'd all return sick.
And then one month after, the first batch of the kidnapped died.
By the next week people were being quarantined, they thought it was an epidemic.
They weren't wrong there.
They cut off San Fransisco from the rest of the world, forcefully quarantined those who had come in contact with the sick people.
The people fought back, they rebelled, formed resistance, they believed the government was trying to hide something or trying to exterminate them, they didn't know why, but they had to fight.
It was a full blown war between the government and the residers of San Fransisco, it was bad, at least from what I had heard, I was in Seattle and only got the news, that was the only time Sam actually watched the news.
Then, it happened, they happened, Crazies.
They came from the first set of kidnapped people that's what the government claimed.
They earned the name because they weren't walkers like zombies, hell no, they were hunters mutated and contorted to hunt and kill prey, their brains still worked but it only told them what to hunt and what they could eat.
It was crazy, (excuse the pun) they cleared out the soldiers, they were fast, strong and wild, they battered their prey with their arms lashing out wildly, one could take out five men, and the wall around the state definitely could not hold them.
We were all scared knowing it would soon spread.
Then something happened.
Before they reached the wall, they all died, dropped dead.
We were suspicious, but after two weeks of no more, we all rejoiced, they decided to evacuate the surviving civilians.
We miscalculated.
In a month we found more, no one had thought to check the second batch of returnees, they came back, more this time, and it was contagious, though they weren't as strong or as fast or as viscious, but they spread faster, like a virus, and the walls had already been penetrated by their ancestors.
They spread out from San Fransisco to all other states, people reacted and got scared, were forced to survive and, well so were we.
As time went by the survival pushed people to frustration.
People went crazy and became worse than the Crazies, it wasn't easy to watch.
Fear pushed us to survive, survival pushed us to insanity, insanity pushed us to extinction.
From being eaten, to committing suicide, to getting shot or run over, the human race slowly vanished from the continent giving rise to a new canibalistic race.
It was the dawn of a new race, a new nation, a flesh eating nation, the land of Crazies.