Intro

Since the beginning, there was war. There have always been wars. Wars for territory, for false freedom and glory. Wars for religion, or who get's what, and who is right. There have always been wars. Should there even be just two human beings standing in world full of nothing, there will always be war. How irrational. But what would happen if mankind is threaten to the break of extinction? Even then, will they not learn? Why is it the rules and fantasies they play out for themselves, these so called "social norms" and "cultural traditions" be used as tags to limit themselves and segregate themselves from each other rather then noticing that they are the same human flesh and bone regardless of the clothes they wear, the way the speak, or the color they show. How did a flag became so powerful as to destroy sanity rather than serve it's true purpose to unite. They shouldn't need a flag. Just their eyes, to look at one another. They are the same. How ignorant these human creatures, they bare no pride, they lost it, years ago. But now that they're near the end. Their walls torn, their flags burned. Incompetent humans, what will you do now?

Prologue

As I frantically try to grasp my last breaths of air, I'm beginning to remember. Flashes of memories of my wife and children run fast through my mind mix in with the chaos that broke out without warning. My name, isn't important. I am a soldier, a U.S. Marine officer, and I was damn proud of it. Man . . . what an idiot I was. I wasn't even born in the U.S., my family was originally from Okinawa, Japan. Yeah, I'm Japanese. But why does that matter to me anymore. When I turned 13 my parents divorced, and my mother took me and my brother with her to San Francisco where her new boyfriend lived. He's the same guy who got me into the Marines. He was an officer himself. I remember the times spent with him and when he would take me to summer camp, it was one of the best times of my life. I had all but forgotten what Japan looked like. I can barely understand the language now. It never even crossed my mind going back. I grew up, fell in love with a blue-eyed brunette American beauty, had two kids, and entered the Marines as soon as the diploma was in my hand. To us, the enemy is the enemy. There's no time to question whether or not the person has a family. You just . . . . shoot. Yeah . . . I've killed a few people. I can't say I'm proud of that. All I knew was, just don't think about it, and . . . it's for our country. My country. Ha- . . . . I'm loosing air. Kinda hard to remember how all this shit started. There was a cure. A medical break through. Seemed like they finally found the cure to cancer. A lot of people were saved. Everything was going right. What the hell happened then?! Just a week later, a few newscasts about people complaining over headaches and seizures. Rabie like symptoms. Just when things couldn't get freakier, from one night the following morning we were isolating major cities in several parts of the globe. The enemy is the enemy, don't think about it. Just shoot. What happens when you're aiming at something that was once your beloved wife while watching her . . . IT eat away at your kids. How do you not think about that? How? Gah! It's starting. I can feel it. This throbbing, pounding pain, feels like my head is going to explode. I couldn't do it, not that quick. It's not like in the war. It was worse.

"Sir! Permission to fire."

One of the men if my unite asks as he points his gun to my head. "Nah . . . I got this one. Thank you, for everything. It has been an honor working with you. I'll take my leave now." I said as I staggered to get back up on my feet with a loaded gun in my right torn and bitten hand. I began to march on near the coast as I watched the sun begin to set on the horizon, leaving a trail of thickened black tar like blood trail that I kept spitting out. My time was running out. That thing inside me was itching to rip it way out in me. I won't let it. But before I pull the trigger, there are a few things I need to clear out. Today's date, August 15th, 2045, Judgment Day, everyone's calling it. There was intel on a rather questionable group that was working on a remedy that would cure all illnesses, especially cancer. over these past decades, cancer has been the ever growing cause for many people's deaths around the world, rich and poor. It had become so common, that on average, 1 out of 5 people in any place in the world was diagnosed with terminal cancer of any and all types. It was in the very air that we breathe, they said. So much contamination that it was mutating our cells far too quickly to detect. People were desperate. It wasn't a matter of, will you get it, it was when. It didn't matter how healthy or unhealthy you ate anymore. Then again it was never really about that. This group of genetic engineers and scientists were developing a mutated virus that would attack the cancerous cells, and replenish the body with good cells that work ten times more efficient than the originals. And it worked, since introduced back in July 13, people were brought back on their feet better than ever. No more pain, no more suffering. All was going perfect. Until a week ago. August 8th, many people who had received the treatment began to feel very strange, alarming headaches and endless thirst and hunger that couldn't be quenched by food or water. People couldn't eat, they would immediately regurgitate what they had eaten. Some began to notice blood in their vomit. Others would go to the hospital and find as their blood was getting drawn out, that it would be thick and practically black. The sun was a struggle. Sunlight would hurt them and weaken them. They could no longer move in the sun. Then reports of attacks, cannibalism, and such. First, it was a few isolated incidents. Before I knew it, before any of us knew it, we were here. August 15th, 2045. Dooms Day, Judgment Day. Whatever. Haha. Well, I guess this is where it ends for me. -chk- I remove the trigger guard from my gun and lift it to my head. I'm coming home Linda, can't wait to see you and the kids again. -pulls the trigger-