It's been 7 days since I last saw anything that I could pretend was normal, I had been struggling with my journey for a long time, longer now than it seems, and it had taken its toll on my mind. Whenever I sleep I hear the screams of those lost to me but I still find time to stare into their eyes and see all the fear and other harsh emotions. The year is 2055 3 years into a nuclear winter caused by all the weapons that had been fired to show off worldly independence, we all believed that it was something that needed to happen for our world to finally be at peace but no, it took it's toll on everyone, changing people. Firstly the government said that it was the madness of the death around them that changed them, but it wasn't.
I know exactly what happened to them, hordes of people have been infected by a strange virus, normal germs with nuclear radiation and also a strand of a medical marvel which at the time we all believed would get rid of the diseases that could kill a person in years or so we thought, But now it has destroyed all that hope and it has destroyed many peoples lives, I have documented the effects on those that have been effected by the virus it changes them in mind and body, first of all their minds begin to disintegrate which succeeds in loss of speech and rational thinking, next it destroy their bodies, it seems that it destroys all the living cells within them and infects them to do it's own bidding, we have also found out that the virus has a way to lead conscious thought which gives it the ability to control those that it infects, there are different strands which infect people, some seem immune to some and not to others we have classified them into 9 separate groups,
The horde- the most common
The hunter- seems to infect those that are agile
The smoker- those that have been infected by diseases of the lungs
The boomer- those whose bodies have a large amount of body fat
The witch- infects women who have depression
The tank- infects those who have masses of body muscle
The spitter- infects people with stomach problems
The jockey- those who have height problems
The charger- those who have anger problems
Now back to my story, as I said it's been 7 days since I saw anyone normal, my name is David and with me there are 3 others, Tom, Jed and Dean. We have been on the run from the infected for over a year, many of us coming close to becoming one of the infected but we have all laid waste to many hordes and saved each other many times, it's a Monday and we are all living on the roof of the new York paper, 17 stories of infected hordes and no working elevator, it doesn't help that we have only one way to get down as Dean accidentally destroyed the only clear exit when he threw a renegade pipe bomb at the ensuing hordes, he meant good but fucked up our way out….. "Hey jackass since you fucked it up you gets to go and scope out our way out today"
"Aww man come on, I didn't mean it" said Dean and everyone looked at him with
Remorse but nodded towards the door and waited for him to leave and scope, it took
Him almost 5 minutes to get his pistol ready and we all knew why, he was as scared
As the rest of us. We watched as he ran down the stairs shooting down the nearby
Infected, "ahh he's got a good heart, dumb as hell but a good heart," I laughed
"Maybe we should go after him and help him, we can only get further down, these
past few days we've done nothing" this time Jed chimed in and I believed he had spoke for the rest of us, "yeah lets get going" we picked up our ammo and secondary weapons, "say goodbye it's time to die" I shouted, this had become my catchphrase since the zombie apocalypse had come upon us. Tom busted down the door first we all recoiled as the smell of rotting flesh hit out noses bringing tears to my own eyes "wow that's one strong smell" we all covered our noses as we made our way down, everything seemed to be quiet and we moved cautiously towards the bottom of the stairs waiting for the shallow screams of other infected coming after us, but no tell-tale screams only silence, not even the silent whisper of gun shots below us, as we entered the room we noticed Dean crouching by a desk and looking forward we saw why everything was so quiet, it was then that we heard a sharp wail coming from a few metres away, "lights off everyone" with this Dean looked up at us with relief and waited for us to join him by the desk, "okay what's the plan" said Dean looking on in hopefulness . "I have no idea, we don't have the firepower or the speed to take her on" said Jed, the first words he's said in a while. "Anyone got any ideas" asked Tom again with a slight smile on his face which quickly vanished when again we heard the tell tale moan of something big, the pounding and the vibrations could be caused by nothing else than a pissed off tank, " I'll take the tank, you guys try and run around the witch" I said valiantly cocking my pistol in my hands and hoping for the best, and within no time the tank appeared round the corner, this one looked especially mean as half of its jaw was missing and it seemed to be scarred, "maybe he's already been hurt by someone else" Tom, Jed and Dean all ran past the witch with minimal contact and a barely audible moan from the creature. "Hey muscles, come get some" I shouted over the desk and it looked straight at me menacingly and began to rampage over towards me, "oh shit, I didn't really think this through" I lifted my gun up towards it and began to shoot, bullet after bullet landed clear into it's skin and it was one step closer to dying "lets hope he dies soon, I'm running out of ammo here" I ran around the other side of the desk and was met by a gargantuan hand sending me flying with some force down the hall towards my friends which have now probably gotten through the next few levels. But no all 3 were standing there armed with automatic shotguns and a machine gun, "god am I glad to see you" I said breathlessly, I ducked and the onslaught of bullets was almost deafening, I heard him scream in pain and wander closer to the origin, he fell quickly and straight on top of me, with the pressure of its weight on me I passed out suddenly very cold