Prologue.

Midland is definitely not the vacationer's paradise by any stretch of the mind, it's a dinky little town, if you'd even call it a town, right in the middle of nowhere. The place is full of ghost stories and tales of devil worshipping cults out in the middle of the hundreds of cornfields throughout the landscape. Some of these stories are just little folk legends that none of the younger generations have ever seen any proof of but others.. Well others are another story entirely. Having lived in this little town my entire life I've heard and seen all there is to see here, but none of the ghosts and goblin stories that seem to haunt this place could've ever even come close to preparing me or the rest of the township for what was soon the befall us… Hell… not just us… but the rest of the world as we know it.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Hearing the loud volume of the television from the living room echoing throughout the house, Cameron groggily raised himself out of bed and put his feet on the ground beside of him. He looked around himself as if forgetting where he was for a moment and reached over to his nightstand to grab his pack of cigarettes. He pulled a Camel Menthol from the pack and squeezed the filter until he heard that tale-tell "click" saying that the menthol bead within had burst and put it to his mouth lighting it with his purple miniBic. Looking up at his own T.V set he noticed that Nickjr's normally scheduled, annoying as hell, programs were playing instead of the Roseanne and The Nanny episodes he had previously watched as he fell asleep. "Thank God that shit's muted." he said to himself as he grabbed his phone to see if he had missed any calls. The call history was the same as it had been the night before so he slid it into his pocket so that when Katie, his fiancé, called he would hear it. He put out his cigarette and stumbled out of his room and down the short hallway that led into the adjoining Dining Room directly in front of you, Kitchen beyond that, and the living room to his left.

"Nic will you turn that shit down please?.. Dude you're 12.. Not 85.. Why do you need it that loud?" He asked his nephew.

"Just to piss you off I guess.." Nick retorted sarcastically.

Cameron gave a sarcastic laugh then grabbed Nic up by his shirt "I will hit a 12 year old man.. Anyway.. What's been going on bro?"

"Nothing much. Nobody's called.. Your lazy ass was asleep so I pissed on your cigarettes while you snored.. And then came in here to watch TV."

"Damn.. I thought something tasted funny about them.. Had that kind of douche-bag urine-esque quality to them."

"Ahaha fuuck you. Go take your insulin shot and eat something you diabetic asshole"

Laughing Cameron stepped into the kitchen and took his medicines and scrounged for something to eat. Finally settling on a pop-tart he walked into the living room and sat down to watch the movie that Nic was watching when he came in. They conversed and insulted back and forth with each other as was customary. Cameron had just taken his last bite when the house phone rang. Taken by surprise he reached for the phone and answered it.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Cameron?, Hey its your dad." his dad said.

"Oh hey dad, You okay? You sound like something just scared the shit out of you."

"Yeah, look, just listen to me. Have you seen the news at all today?"

"No, why?"

"Just lock all the doors and go to the office and grab your rifle…"

"Wait what?, What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Cameron just do it! There's a box of bullets up on the top shelf of the closet. Load the gun and keep it by you, and put something in front of the glass doors in the kitchen."

"Okay but what the hell is going on?"

"Some crazy shit is going down everywhere, you wouldn't believe me if I told you, put it on channel 14 and watch it.. I've got to go.. I'm on my way home and your Mom should beat me there. Don't let anybody else in until we get there."

"Okay.."

"I love you"

"I love you.. Too dad"

As Cameron hung up the phone Nic looked at him in confusion. Cameron jumped up and did exactly as he had been told. He grabbed his .22 Mauser Bolt Action rifle and began loading bullets. Nic came running in and asked what was going on.

"Look man, I don't know yet.. Just turn it to channel 14 in there and get ready to help me move that cabinet thing in front of the kitchen doors."

"Um, Okay man.."

"And tell me what they say on the news while I'm doing this."

Nic sped into the living room out of sight and moments later the gunfire and warfare from the movie they had previously been watching now turned to a different type of gunfire and warfare. He finished pushing the bullets down the shaft and put the rod into back into the loading mechanism locking it into place. He pulled the bolt back making sure he had chambered a round and ran into the living room. Setting the gun down he and Nic ran to the cabinets and began pushing them in front of the doors. After a few minutes of pushing it was done and they ran back into the living room to see what horror the T.V screen had to show them. They watched in awe as the gorey scenes displayed themselves and flashed by showing more and more of the carnage. Nothing was said between them save for the random "fuck", "Oh my god", and "Jesus christ" that slipped from their lips.