North Tower, Floor 93. 8:45 AM

Jeremy Lord stared out his dad's office window at airplane flying towards the tower.

'That thing's going really damn fast...' he thought, 'and it's low...' Jeremy watched as the bottom of the plane nearly scraped a satellite dish.

'Oh shit'.

Jeremy threw himself to the floor as the plane smashed into the floors above him, shaking the walls and floor and creating a deafening crashing sound that included the crunching of metal.

Knowing that there would obviously be fire he put his shirt up over his mouth and nose, acting as a crude filter. Jeremy then made his way to the stairwell, hoping his dad was OK in the meeting he was at. Other people were trying to get to the stairwell, while others were calling 911.

Jeremy could see the door ahead, the glass window in the center of it clouded by smoke.

Taking a deep breath a pushing the shirt harder to his mouth Jeremy pushed through the door, the smoke irritating his eyes greatly. Pushing his glasses up his sweaty nose he began to rush down the stairs, followed a large crowd of panicked people. As he continued down the stairs, tarting to feel dizzy, he say that taking up half of the stairs lower down was a large metal canister as big as himself, smashed into the wall, and cracked. The air around it smelled foul. Now Jeremy slowed, dizziness and a headache overpowering him.

Within seconds his body fell to the floor, being rushed over by workers trying to escape. And then people started screaming as Jeremy's former self began to feed, as did others, the first to be infected.

Conversation between 911 call taker and trapped employee. 8:53 AM

"Help me! Please, help me! Send help, please! The other workers are insane, devouring each other!"

"OK mam'. Please calm down. Where are you now?"

"I'm holed up in my bosses office, but the door won't hold out for long! I'm on the 98th floor!"

"Mam', can you please describe your co-workers symptoms?"

"It's scary, they stumble around moaning, arms up in front of them, their eyes completely white! They seek out anything living and devour it alive! Please, you have to send help, the things are almost through!"

"Mam', help is on its' w-"

"Oh my god, no, NO!" The crash of glass was heard over the phone, as one of the station monitors showed someone jumping from the tower.

The news reporters took it as a sign of desperation, but little did they know the truth.

The virus had landed, and was spreading. Within hours the city would be at its' knees, begging for mercy and help.