Dr.William Birkin

David looked outside at the dark, chaotic remains of the town of Gaines. "Welcome to hell everyone.....anyway...." he said, looking down at the map, and pulling a pocket flashlight out of the pocket of his m-47 field jacket, the one he almost always wore. "This" he said, turning the light on and pointing at a large gray square, "Is the hospital....we...areeee...just about here..." he said pointing at a small building a block away. "Now...thankfully those things aren't very fast....if we run like hell we just might make it to the hospital.." "OKAY...WHOA..HOLD ON A MINUTE HERE.....you want us to run through those things?! Okay its official, he's lost his mind...." Winsor yelled. "Or...we could sit here and wait to die....which should we do? I mean you OBVIOUSLY have some kind of superior knowledge to ours...ENLIGHTEN US OH WISE AND ALL SEEING WINSOR......" yelled David sarcastically. "Now....if we......" he stopped, hearing what sounded like cracking glass in the kitchen of the restaurant. "What the hell was that....sounded too controlled to be a zombie...." said Jarred, turning his head to the large double doors leading into the back of the restaurant. The doors busted open a second later, 2 figures in tactical gear and gas masks walked into the room, aiming laser sighted m4 carbines. "TARGET SIGHTED!" yelled one, and fired a burst at the group.

The cleaner troops had arrived....the zombies were the last of their worries now....

Jill Valentine

"Holy shit! RUN!"David yelled, being the first to sprint towards the opposite direction of the troops' position.

The others began to follow, narrowly missing the constant shots being fired at them.

Hearing the rhythmic march of the troops heavily drum the kitchen floor, the 7 youths had managed to escape them.

After several breathless, anxious minutes, the troops evacuated the restaurant.

"Everyone ok?" David asked peering at the numerous faces behind him.

"Yeah we're ok..." Jarred replied checking if anyone was wounded.

"Ok lets get to my plan then!"

David smiled, pulling the piece of paper from his pocket, smoothing it over the kitchen table making it visible for the others to see.

As David explained, Jarred could see that the others began to get restless.

"Are you sure this will work?" John asked peering over David's shoulder, looking at his so called, "plan."

David gave him a reassuring glare.

"Of course it will dumbass, it's "David the great," remember?"Winsor's sarcastic tone came, as she annoyingly rolled her eyes.

"Hey Bite me bitch!" David responded, slamming his fist down on the table.

"Ooo...I'm sooo scared! Why am I not amused at your pathetic attempts for a comeback?"

"Alright guys, enough!" interrupted Jarred.

"Jarred I can handle this..Winsor you wanna take this outside?" David said, violently pushing Winsor's shoulder.

"Hey, leaver her alone, she was only being...well herself !" Ryan defended Winsor, holding back David's arm.

"Let go you faggot!" David yelled, pushing away Ryan's arm, looking at Winsor through evil, angry eyes.

"Now your really scaring me King," Winsor said with a smile.

David ran at her with rage, Ryan trying to hold him back. John grabbed David's other arm, with both of them trying to prevent him from physically abusing Winsor. Winsor now had a look of fear upon her face.

"David please stop...please!" Alex pleaded, tears forming in her baby blue eyes.

"Fuck off!" David yelled again, John and Ryan still restricting his anger from Winsor.

"WOULD YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I RIP MY HAIR OUT FROM THE INSANITY!!!!" echoed Vanessa's outraged voice from the constant bickering; it was giving her a terrible migraine.

"Go ahead, it's about time you at least have one flaw," came another sarcastic remark from Winsor.

The rage built up into the power of Vanessa's left hand. Forming her hand into a fist, she raised her arm and released it on Winsor's face; a heavy thud sounding throughout the hollow kitchen walls.

Winsor felt the surge of heat throbbing against her cheek, and looked up at Vanessa in complete, utter awe.

"I'm so sorry..." Vanessa apologized, looking down at her red, trembling hands.

"I didn't mean to do that Winsor...I'm so sorry..."

Winsor looked up and smiled, running her hands over the sore red spot, that formed a throbbing lump on her cheek.

"I didn't know you had that in you Vanessa. Well done."

The others stood quietly, a look of anxiety and impatience drawn upon their exhausted expressions; all of them speechless, and confused.

Suddenly dry coughs ascended from Vanessa's rugged throat, blood spurting out on her hands, as she leaned over in a painful gesture.

"Are you ok there? I didn't say die or anything..." Winsor put her hand sincerely on Vanessa's back, as if it was the first time she had shown sympathy.

Vanessa crouched quietly for a few seconds, only to abruptly raise her head in a vicious threatened manner. Her pupils were not visible as red veins filled the center

of her eyes, as her skin began to turn a sickening tint of purple.

Inhumane shrieks erupted her mutating body, as the others slowly faltered away from her as she evolved from human to mutation.

"Holy shiiiiittt!!" John cried, not hesitating to run.

"How is this possible how?!!!" Ryan yelled, following John as he sprinted out of the door.

Jarred began to think the same thing in his head, over and over. He was saddened by the fact that Vanessa was no longer Vanessa, but he didn't understand why.

"Oh my god...." he suddenly said to himself."That spider bite...she must be...holy shit!"

Jarred followed on after the others, casually looking behind him as he ran.

The loud footsteps of Vanessa's evolved mutation suddenly ceased; followed by more coughing and cries of pain. Jarred stopped, turning around to see Vanessa, who had returned to her human form.

"No Jarred leave her, she's done for, come on!"

Jarred ignored John's plea's for him to return back to them, and headed towards an exhausted Vanessa who lay on the ground.

"Jarred go!" Vanessa yelled."Leave me here! Just go!"

Jarred still refused as he carried her frail body over to where the others stood.

"No! I'll get help! You'll be fine!" he replied, looking deep into her blue eyes, full of pain, yet innocence.

"Let's get to the hospital," Jarred announced still holding Vanessa in his arms.

"She need immediate medical attention..."