Fright of the Living Dead: Smosh Edition
Chapter Summary: An egotistical scientist races to find a cure for cancer, but have his endeavours become larger than he can handle?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters nor Smosh along with its connected enterprises. I only own this story.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen. What started as a seemingly harmless experiment, turned into a spreading pandemic within minutes. It occurred during a hot, blue sky day in the city of Los Angeles, approximately around 7:37 A.M. Down at the cadaver labs at UCLA, 57 year-old chief of oncology Dr. Anton Blejdea was conducting another private experiment. With him always wanting to be in the spotlight, he never let anyone in on his motives. He had been up for ten hours straight working on this experiment. If anyone were going to become famous off of discovering a cure for cancer, it was going to be him.
"Alrighty then, well this shouldn't be too difficult," Anton proclaimed.
Anton always thought very highly of himself, border-lining on arrogant. He felt that people should answer to him, and that he already deserved what his future would bring. Well, he was certainly right, given if he really was as good as he talks, he would've remembered to turn off the bunsen burner that he was using. In his mind, he felt that he needed to test his theories on a known illnesses. This included the swine flu, the basic influenza, measles, shingles, chicken pox, slowly increasing into "borrowed" biopsies from several test subjects. This time, he was experimenting with the common influenza, the swine flu, and biopsies containing traces of Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Crazy right? Yes, but not as crazy as when he decided to grab the flask containing the illnesses with his thin-gloved hands.
"GAH!" Anton screamed as he yanked his hands away from the burning glass. Sensing that this might be going awry, he quickly shed his burnt gloves and went to wash his hands. Although eager to make a discovery, he wasn't gonna risk giving himself an illness that could end his life. After thoroughly cleansing his hands, he returned to business, proceeding to grab a pair of tongs from a nearby drawer.
"UGH! Why today?!" Anton exclaimed, after cutting himself on an uncapped scalpel. Nevertheless, stressed out and tired, all he wanted was to clean up, and try to get at least a few hours of sleep so his fellow co-workers wouldn't catch onto his antics. Trying to refocus, Anton finally took hold of the tongs and gently grasped the beaker. Once secure, Anton lifted the beaker away from the holder and began to walk over to the sink.
In his mind, his biggest error was leaving a flask over a heated surface for an extended period of time. While an error on it's own, his next plan of action was to disarm the flask by running it under cold water in a nearby sink. Not wanting to drop the beaker, Anton grasped the beaker with extreme amounts of force. What he neglected to remember was the cardinal rule of heated glass; which can explode under a sudden shift of temperature and/or pressure. And as a result, his worrying over dropping a beaker caused the beaker to shatter, sending tiny shards of glass and it's previous contents into his right hand.
As expected, Anton began to shout, wail, and conjure up as many swear words as his mind could process. He didn't spend over ten years in post-secondary schooling for nothing. He knew not only how bad his condition was at the moment, but how bad his condition could get to within a few hours. His failed testing left his right hand coated in glass and a mixture of mutated cells. And very soon he would slip into a state of hyper-mutation, from which he knew he wouldn't survive.
"I've gotta go get some he-" Anton started to say as he began to run towards the exit, hoping to find someone to help him. He would've made it to the door too, if he hadn't tripped over his own feet, and fell to the ground.
At this point, the end was imminent for Anton. Mid-fall, he instinctively moved his hands in front of his face to break the fall. However, the force of his fall sent his head slamming into his open right hand, sending glass and the cancerous mixture into his head. Coupled with a severe concussion, he blacked out immediately. The concussion broke open his skull, allowing the cancerous glass to puncture his brain. He was lights out before the fall cut off blood flow to his brain. He was dead as can be. But the cancer mixture might have plans of it own...
Over five hours later, at approximately 12:46 P.M., fellow oncologist Dr. Victoria Kowalski walked right into the main lab, and was horror stricken at the sight of her boss dead on the floor. She immediately rushed over, hoping there was some way that she could save him, but she knew it was over. Tears struck her like Niagara Falls, bawling her eyes out over her dead comrade. Had she looked at Anton's corpse, while it just laid there still as a a board, one could easily notice the half-green, half-gray pigment slowly making its way throughout the other layer of his body. It was like a wave of greenish-gray food colouring just washed over his body. After its complete covering, his body seemed to reboot like an old computer; his brain began to work, his body twitched, and his hand reached out to grasp Victoria.
"A-A-A-Anton...?" Victoria stuttered as she turned her attention to the now moving organism in front of her. Before she could do anything, the now moving Anton lunged over and clamped his teeth onto her neck. A ear-piercing shriek was expelled from Victoria as Anton severed her carotid artery and jugular vein, incapacitating her within a few seconds, and killing her within a few minutes.
Within the next fifteen minutes, nearly everyone in the compound was in the main lab, both astonished and confused over what had gone over in the past few hours. All were mourning the apparent deaths of their fellow workers, but very few noticed the similar greenish-gray colour spread over Victoria's seemingly lifeless body. As many came over to investigate, horror struck. The two corpses exploded into action; lunging up to bite all of those around. One by one, those previously crying for their comrades were now crying for their own lives. With everyone panicking, nothing was in order; within a few minutes, over a few hundred people we down on the ground. But as time progressed, just like Anton and Victoria before them, their skins changed colour drastically, and all of them eventually woke up. Having no recollection of what had just happened, all of them stumbled out of the lab. One would wonder how: their hearts were not beating, they were only living on their mid-brain. They had only one thought in mind: "Spread the plague, consume humanity". Travelling in a mass pack, you didn't have to be a top level scientist to understand what was going on; the feared zombie apocalypse had begun.
Writer's Note: I really felt that there needed to be some sort of explanation behind the start of the zombie apocalypse. I didn't want to make this full of nonsense, so I tried to make it somewhat logical. If I do get any readers at all, I encourage you to write a review. Give your thoughts. I'd like to see what opinions you have on where this could go.
NOTE: This story was created in mid-2016, prior to the addition of Boze and Damien, and the departure of Anthony. Thus the original storyline was created with Anthony in it, and Boze and Damien omitted. However, with the change in the Smosh lineup, Boze and Damien will be added into the story around chapter 12-13. I did not want to take the time to change each individual chapter, so I will make an effort to integrate Boze and Damien carefully. I encourage you to continue reading. Thank you for taking the time to read this.