Counting the weeks
Update: I decided to return to this fan fiction, which I forgot I even started. I will be making each Week a chapter, and I have updated the first two "weeks" that was written to be in more detail before I write anymore.
Week - 1: The First Infected
It was recorded that a tourist, who was taking photographs of a shipwreck off the coast of North Carolina, was bit by a small shark. Once admitted at the local hospital the diver was stitched up, given medications for infection, and sent back to their happy vacation exploring the Graveyard of the Atlantic, which they did. This same diver two days later caught a flight from Norfolk, Virginia back to Aberdeen, England. Security camera's only footage of this person was at a bar getting a drink, and their drunken walk to catch a cab. The video showed this person stopping multiple times to collect themselves before moving on.
The cab was found in wooded area off a not so busy highway the next day. It was about 20 miles from the airport, and you could see the tire tracks in a quick left to right pattern before the tracks lead into the woods. The lower extremities of the cab driver were found about a hundred feet from the cab; small puddles of blood left a trail for responding officers to follow. They however, never found the drivers whole body; it was as if it just crawled away from its own murder scene, slightly pulled grass was found leading into the woods. Under the assumption that perhaps the cab driver was gravely injured and in the woods, or even dead based on the scene in-front of them, the small group of officers headed into the woods with hopes of finding the truth.
On the ground lay the divers camera equipment, smashed, as if it was used as a weapon. In the distance a struggle could be heard, several shots, some smothered screams and then eventual silence for which no one was aware of.