"So how are the volunteers?" Asked Shawn, walking alongside Matt. After finding the cultists as they were being called, many of the bitten had been taken to the hospital in Everett, as they had much larger and well stocked facility. After a day or so, many of the victims had started showing starnge symptoms, that the local doctor couldn't put his finger on. They had been taken to Everett as a precaution.

"I'm sure they'll be fine," He said. "Probably just a side effecr of whatever they were hopped up on." He added"

"Yeah... I guess so." Said Shawn, not at all sounding convinced.

Matt laughed at him. "Don't worry boy. I've been working this town for over ten years, and ain't nothin' gonna change.

At truth, Matt was very uneasy. If the bites had made one person sick, then he wouldn't think that there would be a problem. But all of them? What if they had rabies? He knew that if you were bit by an animal infected with rabies, you would just need painful injections. But he had always assumed that it just killed humans practicaly outright. Well, this was his town, and he would make sure it was safe.

"I'll see you later." Said Shawn, getting into his car, ready to go home for the night.

"Yeah. Talk to you later." With that, Matt climbed into his car ready to go home for the night. His wife had gone to Everett to visit her mother, who had called last night to say that she had become sick, and needed someone to drive her to the hospital. Another lonely night.

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Zack woke up on the coach in his small apartment. His back was sore, and every joint felt as if it was incased in cement. It was better then he had felt in years. After fixing his coffie, he turned on the TV. He had no job planned for today, so he would just stay home and watch the tube. The sight he saw shocked and appaled him.

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Shawn ran into Matts office, his uniform untidy and his hair a mess, holding a fully loaded gun and waving it about like a mad man.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Screamed Matt.

"Turn on the fuckin' TV!" He said.

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Lindsey had just awoken in her small bedroom. After showering, she sat down on her couch and turned on the news.

"Oh my god."

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Zack sat their rooted to his seat. He couldn't believe what he saw. The man operating the camera had recently made it through a police blockade, after the reporter and sound mike operator he had been working with had been dragged down and eatan by a large crowd of rioting people. He had taken of running, and had for the moment seemed to be safe. He was now zooming in on a man clad in black body armor with his knee in the back of another man. The man in the black armor was using his baton to bash in the skull of a man in a business suit. As he was doing this, more people broke through the blockade and tried to tackle the man in black armor. Before he could, uniformed officers shot them down. But they didn't look dead. Instead, they started twitching. The uniformed officers calmly stood over them and shot them both in the head. They stopped twitching.

A man, who looked to be a sheriff, had just started to answer the camera man's questions. Apparently they were intended to be asked by the reporter, but the camera man was the only one with the list.

"I, uh, it looks like your having trouble controlling these rioters. Do you know what instigated the riot?" He asked.

"These aint roiters! They aint human! From what we been told, its a new disease. Makes dead people get back up."

"I understand you've been having trouble killing these people?"

" You gotta shoot 'em in the head, they seem to go down permantly if you shoot 'em in the head." He said. "Then, you gotta burn 'em." He added, pointing to a large pile of burning corpses.

The camera zoomed in a woman in what looked like a jogging suit. She was twitching. The sheriff came back on. "Danni! Danni! Put a few more round into that woman over there!."

The whole morning went like that. More and more screens of police killing the dead, as they had been called. Eventually, the dead had started killing cops. More and more arrived from outlying town, and their had been reports that elements from the army in Fort Pastor would be called in. Eventually the camera man got into a police car, and went back to the studio. After that, they had cut to a press release in Washington, D.C.

They had come into it after it started.

"Are these people alive or dead?"

"We don't know."

"Is it a virus? How is it spread? Is it Airborn?

"Airborn is a possibility. We don't know."

"Has this just been confined to the United States? Are there reports in any other countries?"

"We have word of mass rioting from every continent. Every where from Europe, to Israel. Police are having trouble trying to contain it."

"Is the military being deployed?"

"The National Gaurd on state level. Armed Forces in the most sever areas. We-.

"This is the emergency report system for the greater Wisconsin area. Police are currently in direct confrontation with rioting citizens. All people are warned to say inside and lock their doors. Do not travel on the street. Arm yourselves with whatever possible. Stay off all mains roads. If their is civil disturbance in your area, please move as quickly as possible to a designated safe zone.

The TV then showed a list of all the safe zones in the cities and suburbs of Wisconsin. Zack looked out the window. Everything seemed safe outside.

Zack picked up the phone and dialed Lindsey's number.

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A/N: Hey guys. Sorry to leave you in suspense. I hope you like this story, and if you do, please, PLEASE, read and review.