Book One: Survival
Chapter 1, "The Cordyceps Infection"

A young teen had entered a very dusty room. The room was quite messy. In fact, the whole house had been long abandoned. It used to house a small family, however now this was just a lonely old house, long vacant ever since the start of the outbreak.
The young teen,who was a male by the age of 15, took a seat on a wooden chair, just across from a wooden desk. He noticed a book and brought it closer to him, opening it up to see what it was about. As he read along, he began to have flashbacks..he began to remember everything that led up to this moment..

One year earlier

The city of New York had been sent into a panic due to the beginning of the Cordyceps Infection. Many civilians had attempted to leave the busy city for obvious reasons, but only so many was able to evacuate..though unfortunately there were many who died trying..
Due to most bridges and roads being closed off thanks to those who caused heavy traffic trying to leave the city, the once busy city had to be closed off. It would be very hard to both get in, and get out of New York.
It had been merely a week since everything went to chaos, but even though most people were in panic, there was others who tried to seek shelter.

A young teen male, by the name of Twisted, was in a van, with many others. The others' names were Tank, Calvin, Jon, Sam, Jack, Jordan and Virus. Tank, being the oldest out of this group, at 27, was the one driving the van. Jack, who was 15 years old, was in the passenger seat, looking around the area as they drove down a road.
Calvin, aged 17, was on the left side of the backseat, laying against the window slightly as he was currently taking a nap.
Virus,aged 20, was in the middle of the backseat, feeling very irritated as Jon, aged 16, who was on the right side of the backseat, was the largest person in the van. He was squishing Virus a bit due to his weight, and him making obnoxious breathing sounds only made Virus even more annoyed.

Twisted, aged 14, was in the very back of the van, sharing the 'trunk' with Sam, aged 15, and Jordan, aged 18.
They were all currently looking for a new location to stay, due to learning that a horde of the infected were relocating to their area.
Things were going fine for a while, however that came to an end when Virus began to complain due to Jon's loud heavy breathing, and Calvin snoring as he napped.
"Do you guys ever shut up? I'm getting sick of fatass and the Irish bitch.." Virus states aloud.
Jon gave Virus an offended look while Calvin woke up, hearing what Virus just said."WHAA? What did you jus' say you smelly goat chin?" Calvin spoke, doing so in his thick Irish accent.

"You know what I said. I'm tired of hearing you snore so fucking loud you asshole. Don't start with me." Virus responds. Hearing them begin to argue, the others were on full alert to this.
"Today's nah the day to piss me off Virus. Don't make me strangle you."Calvin threatens.
Getting fed up with them always bickering, Jack started to speak.
"You know what, fuck this. Tank, stop the car. Someone needs to get out of here! I can't take being here while these two are bickering. Someone's always saying or doing something stupid and I can't handle it. You're all gonna fucking die eventually if you keep acting like clowns!"

"Are you for real dude?" Tank asks Jack, who nods. "Hell yeah i'm serious! This is it. Whoever wants to be smart and isn't stupid enough to put up with this shit, stay in the car. Some of you are gonna get us killed, and I refuse to be a part of this group." Jack states.
Exhaling softly, knowing trying to play peacemaker once again wasn't going to help this time, did as Jack wanted, pulling the van over to the side of the road.
"Alright everyone, time to make a decision..stay with me or take your own damn chances on foot..your choice." says Jack.
"Jack, you know this is dumb right? We need to stick together.." Twisted, the youngest of the group, says.
"Oh shut the fuck up. You have no right to say anything, you're even lucky we found you last week." Jack replies.

"Who die' and made ye king, motherfuck? Ya know wha, fuck dis..i'm leavin' dis stupid group. Jack and Virus are right fucking cunts and I can't be dealing with 'em, or else i'll fooking kill'em.." Calvin says as he got out of the van.
Glad to see Calvin getting out of the van, Virus smiled happily before shooting Calvin the finger.
"Anyone who isn't one of those two pricks, you can come with me." Calvin states.

Sighing softly, Sam spoke "There's no way I can make it out there on foot..i'm gonna have to stay here guys.." Sam says quietly. And he was right, him being in a wheelchair, he really didn't have a choice.
Virus definitely wasn't going anywhere with Calvin, and this van was Tank's.
"You know what, Calvin wait up..i'm coming with you." Twisted says as he got out the van.
"Yeah i'm gonna go too, maybe they might have a chance." Jordan says in his Australian accent as he too got out of the van.
Jon smiled and did the same. "Count me in guys, fuck Jack and Virus." Jon says as he exited the van and joined up with the other three.

"Your loss, losers. Let's get out of here Tank." Jack states, not caring at all about what could happen to the former group members.
"Good luck you guys, I hope all goes well for you.." Tank said, wishing the four luck.
After Sam gave a small wave, the van began to drive away, leaving the others behind.
After they turned the nearest corner. Calvin spoke.
"Fuck, we should've at least asked for any kind of directions.."

After walking a couple of blocks, Jon began to tire out. "Holy crap, maybe I should've stayed in the van..I can't do this..ugh, i' so fucking tired.." Jon whines, exhausted from the walking, not to mention how hot it was outside.
Jordan merely rolled his eyes.
"Come on Jon, we can do this." Twisted says to Jon, trying to help him out.
Calvin was quietly scanning the area, making sure everything would be okay for them.

After a half hour of walking, things started to head down south for them as they heard eerie cries and screams..
It was them, those infected with the Cordyceps Virus..
The four stood in the middle of the road, startled as the noises were getting closer..
Within seconds, about five or six of the infected began running out of nearby alleyways, headed straight for the four survivors.
"HOLY FUCK, WE GOTTA MOVE." Twisted screamed out, and with that, the four began to run in the direction they came from.
Even though they were running as fast as they could, the infected were just as fast, gaining behind them from a short distance. Loud grunts and yells were leaving the mouths of the infected, ready to grab a hold of their prey and feast on them.

"There, get to this building!" Jordan yells out to his friends.
They were headed for this large brick-made apartment building, which looked to be about eight to ten floors tall.
In all honesty, the entire group might've just died, as the infected would've caught up to them, however Jon, who was already tired and gasping for air already from the walk, began to slow down, and tripped on his foot.
He fell down, and tried to pick himself up, but it was too late for the overweight male.
"AAAAAHHHH!GET OFF ME!" Jon cried out in terror.
The others managed to get inside the building and barricaded the entrance quickly.
Looking out the window, both Twisted and Jordan looked out to see Jon getting his throat and stomach ripped out by all of the infected that were chasing after them.
It was such a gory sight to see.
If Jon hadn't have tripped, they all most likely would've suffered the same fate as he did.

To Be Continued..