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chapters. Sorry if there's spelling mistakes, I'm writing on wordpad 6.0
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Chapter 2: The Viral Awakening.
Around Bragand's body a cloud of green mist was moving off of the liquid smeared all over his bloody corpse. The liquid and the cloud were not affecting Bragand himself, but the cloud was moving over the bodies of the dead near Bragand. In the minds of those dead a spark of new life was activated, a kind of animalistic life, not possessing the memory and intellect of that which it previously had. Now the undead began to rise up and stumble forth, seeking to devour the flesh and souls of those who still possessed a beating heart.
"Hey, Cole, didn't you just plug that guy?" Stewards asked as Cole loaded another clip into his H&K MP-5. Cole looked to see the man he had just peppered along the torso advancing towards him at a shuffling pace with arms slightly outstretched at him. "Yeah, I did." Cole replied, blinking at the seemingly refusing to die man. "He should be dead; I put enough lead in him to kill a bull." Cole added still a bit shocked. "Well it looks like you didn't put enough in him. Plug him a few more times and then come over here; something's up." Stewards ordered Cole. "Right." Cole said sarcastically, Stewards never heard him. Cole took aim and emptied half a clip into the advancing man, the man went into spasms as Cole fired on him, fell down, and only after five seconds proceeded to stand right back up again and advance on Cole. "What the fu-," Cole said, but was cut off by Steward yelling out. "Cole, what the hell's takin ya so long?" Cole merely blinked, turned and ran to where Stewards was. "Hey! Stewards! You AIN'T gonna believe this shit!" Cole called out as he laid eyes on his old buddy. Stewards had ducked behind a corner and had been peeking out around. "SHH! Be quiet, Cole. Take a look at this." Stewards said back against the wall. "But-, what do you mean anyway? No. You have got to take a look at this one." Cole urged Stewards, but to no avail. Stewards told him to look around the corner, carefully. Cole grudgingly complied. What he saw induced him to vomit in his mask. There they were, most of them bearing wounds inflicted by bullets, some terrorist, others members of the police, and others former hostages, they were all partaking in a cannibalistic feeding frenzy on random people in the main meeting room. Stewards had to force Cole to keep his mask on. Cole was urgeing, this time do to his own vomit. Stewards shook his head, embarassed that Cole had lost his lunch so easily. Stewards was a stronger person than Cole, but Cole was willing to fight more readily than Stewards ever would be. "Cole, you go get Walker and bring him here." Stewards ordered, " I'll deal with this." Stewards finished. "Wait man, your missing the point, that guy b-," Cole began but was cut off by the moans of a familiar sort to Cole. Cole turned to see the terrorist he had shot full of lead less than a minute ago shambling down the hallway towards them. Stewards turned and saw it coming, he had been sickened enough as it was. Stewards took aim with his MP-5, breathed out, and fired; pulling lightly enough on the trigger that only one round went out. It shot forth like a wolf on it's prey, hitting dead center in the undead's forehead. The creature stumbled foreward a bit, it took a few seconds for the severity of what had just happened to sink in to the walking mass of impulse. It moaned one last moan, and fell to the tiles in a hard pile. "W-w-wait just a minute here. I must a put fifty or more slugs in that guy's center mass. He just kept getin back up. That dosen't make any sense what so ever. You just shoot him in the head and he goes down like nothing." Cole said with a confused, frightened, and slightly PO'd look on his face. "Well then, just shoot'em in the head to make sure they stay dead." Stewards responded sarcastically. "It dosen't bug you that that guy should most certainly have been dead, but wasn't. Stewards, you ain't human." Cole said amazed at his friends nerves o' steel. What Cole didn't realize was that Stewards nerves o' steel where actually more of a sign that Steward had remained naive to that fact to this point. "You're not seriously saying that these guys are zombies, are you?" Stewards asked looking at Cole with a sarcastic / what have you been smoking / you're full of it / get real expression on his face. "Cause it'd be a cold day in hell before that ever happened." Stewards added. "I didn't say that; but, now that you mention it...," Cole trailed off. He didn't need to finish that sentance. "Ugh, whatever man, just get Walker." Stewards said annoyed, "Let him make the call on this."
Around Bragand's body a cloud of green mist was moving off of the liquid smeared all over his bloody corpse. The liquid and the cloud were not affecting Bragand himself, but the cloud was moving over the bodies of the dead near Bragand. In the minds of those dead a spark of new life was activated, a kind of animalistic life, not possessing the memory and intellect of that which it previously had. Now the undead began to rise up and stumble forth, seeking to devour the flesh and souls of those who still possessed a beating heart.
"Hey, Cole, didn't you just plug that guy?" Stewards asked as Cole loaded another clip into his H&K MP-5. Cole looked to see the man he had just peppered along the torso advancing towards him at a shuffling pace with arms slightly outstretched at him. "Yeah, I did." Cole replied, blinking at the seemingly refusing to die man. "He should be dead; I put enough lead in him to kill a bull." Cole added still a bit shocked. "Well it looks like you didn't put enough in him. Plug him a few more times and then come over here; something's up." Stewards ordered Cole. "Right." Cole said sarcastically, Stewards never heard him. Cole took aim and emptied half a clip into the advancing man, the man went into spasms as Cole fired on him, fell down, and only after five seconds proceeded to stand right back up again and advance on Cole. "What the fu-," Cole said, but was cut off by Steward yelling out. "Cole, what the hell's takin ya so long?" Cole merely blinked, turned and ran to where Stewards was. "Hey! Stewards! You AIN'T gonna believe this shit!" Cole called out as he laid eyes on his old buddy. Stewards had ducked behind a corner and had been peeking out around. "SHH! Be quiet, Cole. Take a look at this." Stewards said back against the wall. "But-, what do you mean anyway? No. You have got to take a look at this one." Cole urged Stewards, but to no avail. Stewards told him to look around the corner, carefully. Cole grudgingly complied. What he saw induced him to vomit in his mask. There they were, most of them bearing wounds inflicted by bullets, some terrorist, others members of the police, and others former hostages, they were all partaking in a cannibalistic feeding frenzy on random people in the main meeting room. Stewards had to force Cole to keep his mask on. Cole was urgeing, this time do to his own vomit. Stewards shook his head, embarassed that Cole had lost his lunch so easily. Stewards was a stronger person than Cole, but Cole was willing to fight more readily than Stewards ever would be. "Cole, you go get Walker and bring him here." Stewards ordered, " I'll deal with this." Stewards finished. "Wait man, your missing the point, that guy b-," Cole began but was cut off by the moans of a familiar sort to Cole. Cole turned to see the terrorist he had shot full of lead less than a minute ago shambling down the hallway towards them. Stewards turned and saw it coming, he had been sickened enough as it was. Stewards took aim with his MP-5, breathed out, and fired; pulling lightly enough on the trigger that only one round went out. It shot forth like a wolf on it's prey, hitting dead center in the undead's forehead. The creature stumbled foreward a bit, it took a few seconds for the severity of what had just happened to sink in to the walking mass of impulse. It moaned one last moan, and fell to the tiles in a hard pile. "W-w-wait just a minute here. I must a put fifty or more slugs in that guy's center mass. He just kept getin back up. That dosen't make any sense what so ever. You just shoot him in the head and he goes down like nothing." Cole said with a confused, frightened, and slightly PO'd look on his face. "Well then, just shoot'em in the head to make sure they stay dead." Stewards responded sarcastically. "It dosen't bug you that that guy should most certainly have been dead, but wasn't. Stewards, you ain't human." Cole said amazed at his friends nerves o' steel. What Cole didn't realize was that Stewards nerves o' steel where actually more of a sign that Steward had remained naive to that fact to this point. "You're not seriously saying that these guys are zombies, are you?" Stewards asked looking at Cole with a sarcastic / what have you been smoking / you're full of it / get real expression on his face. "Cause it'd be a cold day in hell before that ever happened." Stewards added. "I didn't say that; but, now that you mention it...," Cole trailed off. He didn't need to finish that sentance. "Ugh, whatever man, just get Walker." Stewards said annoyed, "Let him make the call on this."