Biohazard the Last Stand
No one really saw what was coming that day. No knows why the judgment of our town was brought down upon us. We know of the corporation, but they had swore that as long as we behaved like normal and allowed them to run their factories that nothing bad would happen. But that was a lie."

At the cross roads in front of a Texaco Gas Station A mother and daughter are finishing getting the tank full on the girls father's bronco. Her mother a good looking woman of about 35 years smiles to her 14 year old daughter. She walks back around and sees someone stumbling out of the darkness. The man looks familiar. His shirt looks like the one that she had given her husband it was a gift for their years of being married. She watched as he stumbled and fell. She ran to him and rolled him over. It was her husband frank. Frank was a big man. Always overweight but honestly not able to help it. He looked at her. his neck had a huge bite mark in it. He reached up and hugged his wife. Looking into her eyes he forced himself to talk

Frank - Ellen you have to get out of here. Take the Bronco and go.

Ellen - Frank what about you?? I'm not leaving you here!!!!

Frank - Ellen the containment grid in the factory blew. What the company was working on is now out. One of them bit me. I'm already dead. I was the minute its teeth ripped at me.

Ellen - No we'll get a doctor and get out of here. You'll see you'll be fine...

Frank - Ellen you where never a good liar. You know that... I know that I am not going to be fine. And I can't go. If I do I could hurt you and Susan. I can't stand it if I did that. Please go.

She got up and looked at him. He smiled weakly as she started to walk toward the bronco.

Frank - I love you Ellen.

Ellen drove off. Her instincts leading her to her house. As she drove she could see people lots of people that where walking around out in the road like they where in some kind of trance. Slowly she saw her house. The place looked normal enough. She looked at Susan and nodded. Both of them got out and walked up to the Victorian style home. Its red Door contrasted to the white of the house never looked so inviting. Susan touched the door and it opened. A low growl could be heard. Their dog Chester ran toward them. His body covered with Bite marks. His throat ripped out. One of his eyes missing. Ellen grabbed the door and yanked it too. Chester's body thudded into the door. His growl and snarl could be heard.

Some of the people in the streets walked toward them. Ellen looked at Susan and motioned toward the Bronco. Susan ran out there and got in. Her mother held the door as Susan Got the old thing started and forced it up to the porch. Ellen let go of the door and jumped inside. No sooner had her door closed then Chester jumped into the door of the Bronco. Susan backed out running over the picket fence that her father had created for them. She tore out of the neighborhood like a bat out of hell. Her mother tried the radio and all she could get was static. Except for a station that her daughter had told her about. It was a pirated one that a boy, she refused for her daughter to see, ran. His voice told them as well as anyone else listening to get to the Second Street Bridge and get across to the hospitital. That there it was safe. In seconds his voice was replaced by screams and the sounds of flesh being torn off of bones.

Ellen looked at her daughter. The knowledge of where to go was now gone. She couldn't think of a place, except for the station. The train Station she worked in. It was always locked up at night. And the train was easy to operate. They could get out by there. She smiled at the thought and soon she almost screamed. The road in front of them was now cut off. An overturned truck had exploded and left the rest of the road in a ruin.