Chapter 2 - Prologue Part 2: The Suffering of the Immortal

Authors Note: Hey guys, I hope you liked the first chapter. I know prologues are usually set to take place a while before the story, and you guys will need to know how the outbreak started for things to make sense. Also, I don't plan on using the typical stumbling around, brain-dead zombie for the zombies in my story. I may call them walkers, but that's because I like the term (besides, there will be more "types" later) so don't worry about me making these zombies cliché. I also noticed that I forgot to mention what I meant by "Camping Backpack," what I meant was those large backpacks that have a sleeping bag strapped to the top. It's kinda something you would expect to see in a cartoon but it would make sense in an apocalypse. Anyway, ON WARD WITH THE STORY.

Somewhere in Brazil, a woman, if she could be called that, stood over her prey. She smiled down at the man she was about to kill. It was a sickly smile, not because of gnarly yellowed teeth, on no. It was sickly sweet. She had perfect white teeth, plump pink lips and angelic golden eyes. But if you looked at her smile closely, you could see the ill-intent hiding beneath that beautiful mug of hers. The gray haired man stared up at her in horror.

"Do you know what kind of effect that virus could have on the world?! Why would you want to extinguish human life?" He screamed at her.

Her smile turned sinister before she replied, "You humans are all the same. You'll do anything for an innocent face. It was so easy to trick you and gain access to your little laboratory. Except, I guess it's not that little, is it? I mean, it did have enough bacteria and viruses to make a disease that literally turns people into zombies with semi-functioning brains. How lovely! Now maybe without humans for company my horrid husband will feel the loneliness I felt all those years. But my poor son, oh how he will suffer. Oh well, all the more reason for him to hate his father," she spat with disgust clear in her voice and on her face. Her white hair with gray streaks floated around her as though she were in water.

"What are you?" The man, Dr. Seil, questioned with resolve and peace showing on his features. "When I die, I at least want to know what's killing me."

"Oh, I won't be killing you. I do have to test this little virus, you know. But, I suppose you do deserve to know who is turning you into a creature that craves to destroy and eat human flesh. My name, is Charlotte. Charlotte Death-Fisher. Now, Mister Seil, I'm sorry but I have to turn you into a zombie now."

"NO! Please! Just kill me! PLEA-" Dr. Seil was cut off by a needle injecting .5 ounces of a yellow liquid into his neck. Charlotte floated on her cloud of souls by the window, ready to make an escape. She watched as Dr. Seil slumped to the floor, dead. About 5 minutes later he started twitching. He just sat there for a while, twitching and having spasms like he was having a seizure, while Charlotte fetched a scalpel a small bag of blood from the walk-in storage fridge. Then suddenly, he stopped. He stood up and opened his eyes. They were a light blue-gray and were clouded over as though he had cataracts. Charlotte held the bag of blood in one hand and the scalpel in the other while she cleared her throat. The creature that was once Dr. Seil snapped around and faced where the noise came from. His eyes searched but even when they fell on her, they didn't stop scanning for something, anything that could've made that noise. Charlotte cut the top of the bag and then threw the scalpel at the newly made walker. He didn't even flinch and it headed straight for his stomach, but roared when it stuck him. Charlotte then flung the bag so the blood splattered all over the wall. Seil quickly sniffed out where the scent was coming from and proceeded to lick the wall.

"Disgusting," Charlotte muttered to herself, while the walker stopped licking only briefly to try and see if something else was in the room. Charlotte pressed the release button on the wall and all the doors to the laboratory opened wide. It took Seil only a moment to smell the fresh blood coming from his fellow researchers. As he followed his nose, Charlotte flew out the window and it took only moments before she heard the screams of the bound scientists.

"So it appears I was correct. The creatures will have all basic senses, survival instincts, and will only have reflexes to dodge attacks that they can sense, not see. I'm so sorry but you will not have the joy of dying, my child. The virus will not infect you do to your Shinigami blood, but it has to be this way for you father to suffer."

And with that, Charlotte made the journey back to her hideout in the Andes Mountains where she would wait for the end of days. After most humans were extinct, she would travel the world and search out all the stragglers to murder them herself. When she was made immortal by Lord Death, she was also given Reaper powers which includes the ability to reap souls, and that is exactly what she would do. Since the creatures were soul-less, there would be plenty of reaping going on. After human life was extinct, she would surrender to her husband in the hopes that he would murder her then he would be damned to suffer all alone with only his son for eons until humans formed again.

"A perfect plan," she mused to herself. Of course, she had heard of the Spartoi squad. Even when you don't talk to many people, a group of meisters and weapons that powerful was a topic everyone knew about. She already had her plan for a distracion so she can murder them. After all, she would need a distraction. The only things that can kill a Shinigami, or people made into Shinigami, are meisters, weapons, and other unnatural forces such a witches or Kishin. If it wasn't elemental, anatomical or fully human, then it could kill you. And she had the perfect distraction for those little brats.

'Oh, Death, if you hadn't tricked me and made me suffer this wouldn't be happening. Let's see how that squad takes-' her thoughts were interrupted when a loyal servant of hers took her coat to hang.

Author's Notes: So we needed some background information before we really got into the story. It seems like I give a lot away here but there is still so much more to this story. Like why Charlotte is doing this, and what Lord Death did to her to make her do this. Also, the distraction she has for Spartoi is a major influence on the story. Reunion and maybe a battle scene next chapter. Reviews are appreciated, and I give anyone permission to use any of my OC's! Bye!