Chapter 1: The beginning
It was a typical day on planet Raganon. The bordooshio Empire was militaristic as ever, the cities were flourishing, and the usual news broadcast about strange dissappearances was playing. Everything was normal, for a good bit. At about 0800 hours, Jeen and his ten year old son were watching saturday morning cartoons when the show was cut off by an emergency broadcast. Assuming it was a drill, as these were very frequent in his city, Jeen told his son to go get his shoes on, doing so himself. When he got his shoes on he heard a large concatany of gunfire directly outside his window. He ran over to the window, peeking over, and saw the most horrible sight imaginable. People were shambling around, possibly wounded as they were covered in blood, and they were being fired at by...soldiers?
"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed. Yelling for his son, he said "Johnny! Get your shoes on and get my rifle while you're at it...don't forget my ammo!"
Minutes later Johnny came lumbering out, clumsily balancing the rifle on his shoulders. His father took the rifle and immediately slammed a clip into the gun. He cocked it and said "Stay close...don't stop for anyone.". He peeked open his door to see if they were in the clear, not seeing anyone he continued through the door. As he got closer to the lobby of his apartment complex, he saw more and more blood, bodies, and Spode knows what else. As they got to the front door of the complex, they heard an un-Raganonly moan (AN Since...this isn't on Earth...ya know...yeah.) and Jeen swung around, his rifle aimed towards the gut of whatever was behind him. He was confronted with his wife, covered in blood and missing a chunk of her left arm. Taking a second to recognise her, he lowered his rifle. She started to shamble towards him, her right arm stretched out. He was about to go in to hug her when he heard someone yell "BREACH!" from the behind the lobby door. Shortly after, the door flew past him and bullets riddled what used to be his wife. The whole time, his son had been shaking in the corner, terrified of the thing that he used to call mom. After about four assault rifles' worth of bullets had hit her, she finally fell to the ground, not moving.
Jeen was about to turn around, ready to fight, when everything went black. He heard his son yelling only for him to be cut short with a loud thud. When he came to, he was in what seemed to be a tankette. He looked around to see the four soldiers who had killed his wife, too tired to try and attack them. One of them noticed he had woken up.
"Hey...was that your wife?"
"Yeah..."
"Hey...don't worry, she wasn't your wife anymore. She was one of them." He said that last word with a sort of malice, as if he was talking about a playground bully.
"Wha-? Who are...'they'?"
"The...zombies...out there."
Upon hearing that word, he became extremely panicked. He began looking around for his son, only seeingthe soldiers.
"WHERE THE HELL IS MY SON!?" he yelled.
"He wouldn't come with us. we tried knocking him out, like we did you, but he woke up not even a minute later and ran out of the building. All we know is he went towards the base we're going to. There is going to be a fleet of evac ships entering low-orbit tomorrow. So, he'll be fine if he stays at the base."
About half an hour later they reached the Forward Operations Base that the soldiers were using. When the tankette's ramp dropped he was escorted to a repurposed warehouse where the other survivors were staying.
AN: So, how'd you guys like it? I made an attempt at this the other month but it came out as just a bunch of action descriptions...so I made another attempt and here it is. Chapter two coming soon. Until then, R&R.