Author's Note: Technically, I'm finished with this story series. But I never got to cover all of my character's backstories. So here they are, Starting with Jason's.
Trujillo and Jerry will be sharing the same backstory because they were with each other at the time of their backstories
And of course, like other backstories, these stories take place two days after the first infection.
Jason's POV
My apartment complex that I lived in was barricaded with wooden planks and any other shit that I could find that could hold back the zombies. I had always known that someday there would be zombies walking the earth. People had never believed me, Now look what's happened now.
I had all the weapons and supplies I could possibly need. My shotgun, my combat knife, my desert eagle, a radio (just in case, for anybody trying to contact other living people), and non-perishable food. I had gotten them from my old days in the military. I left because the army didn't really assigned me much to do. It's been about four years since then.
Then, I heard knocking and pounding at my door. I took my eagle and prepared to fire at any zombies that dared come through. A few short seconds later, they opened a crack in the door. And I fired through crack. The bullet had not missed it's target because the pounding and knocking had stopped.
My radio started acting up. I reloaded my eagle and started messing with the dials till something came clearly. Then, eventually, I got a voice.
"Report. If there are any survivors out still trying to evacuate then come to Green Hills High School for Evac! I Repeat, survivors, Green Hills High School, Evac. That is all."
Green Hills High School? I know where that is. I went there in fact. It was only about 2 days away if I walked there. I packed up all the extra ammunition and food I could carry and prepared for the long trip...
Next Survivors: Trujillo & Jerry
Trujillo's POV
The wind was blowing calmly towards the north. Both me and my friends, Jerry & Richard, were putting together a fort. We would often take turns keeping watch. We were ordered by the military to build this fort. The military planned to use this fort as a rally point and rest-stop for traveling survivors against the "green flu".
Richard was a man that the military sent in. He just arrived a few hours ago. He had came in via a helicopter with a grenade launcher in hand. I'm no grenade launcher expert but the one he was carrying looked both lethal and deadly.
"Hey James, it's my turn to take watch." Richard said, he was behind me. His grenade launcher still in hand.
"Alright then. You know what to do if you see something."
"Yeah, I know, I know."
I started pinching up tents. After a few tents were up, Richard called for me and Jerry.
"Yeah Richard? What is it?" I asked him
"They're coming! Over the horizon!"
I looked towards the horizon and saw a few silhouettes coming towards us. Then, a roar filled the air as the silhouettes came rushing towards us. Soon, they were knocking and pounding at our doorstep.
"Everybody, grab your weapons!" I yelled.
I grabbed my M-16 and started emptying rounds into the...I daresay, zombies. Jerry & Richard was also giving their support. Jerry had his Pistol and was emptying round after round into the zombies. After a few minutes, they had stopped coming.
"Is anyone hurt?" Jerry asked.
"I'm fine...wait, where's Richard?" I said.
We looked everywhere and soon found his corpse among the zombie corpses (they were in pieces). His body was covered in blood and smoke was emitting from the barrel of his grenade launcher. I don't think the military will like this one bit...
Next Survivor: John
Nobody's POV
A car is seen driving down a long road that led into the suburbs. In the passenger seat was the prized rifle that the owner's dad had given him when he had first joined the army. The owner of that rifle was in the driver seat. His name is John Halls.
John's POV
I pulled up into the familiar driveway and parked the car. It was good to be back home. I didn't notice it, but there was bloody footprints that led into the backyard. I knocked on the door and shouted, "Helen, Guess who's home." Helen is my wife of 5 years. But, this time I got an answer...a scream rang out through the silent air.
I finally found my back-up home keys in my backpack and opened the door. I yelled her name again and her scream rang through the halls again. I stopped when I heard the sounds of a struggle coming from the backyard. I opened the door to the backyard and found Helen trying her best to keep a man off of her. Helen yells, "John! Help!"
I ran towards the man and tapped on his shoulder and said, "Hey buddy, that's my-". I stopped my sentence short because of what saw. He literally bites Helen and lets go of her (pushing her to the ground, I might add) and faces me. The man had yellow and blood coming out of his mouth. He was obviously infected with this "green flu" that I had heard about.
He starts walking towards me as I slowly backed away. My back eventually hits the wall and I found that I was backed into a corner. I start groping around for something that could function as an improvised weapon. Soon, My hand meets something hard, rocky, and rough. I pick it up and smacked the man in the head with it.
The man falls backwards with a blood running down from his forehead. I looked towards my hand and found that I had used a brick. I dropped the brick and went to Helen.
"Helen.."
"John...It's good to...see you home." She coughed up blood between pauses.
"Honey, don't talk. I'll call 911."
"No...It's already to...late..." And she said no more...
Author's Note: And that is all the backstories that I had missed.
Miles' backstory is told through his audio diaries in the story. So, you can pretty much piece together what happened through said diaries.
The profiles that were previously on my Fanfiction profile will be updated and moved to a separate document. It will be published as the next "chapter".
And with the end of "The Forgotten Tales", also comes the end of the "Unexpected" series. Hope you enjoyed the series.