Chapter 3: Senior Skip Day
One week. One fucking week, that was all it took for the virus to spread throughout the United States. The Umbrella Corporation had tried everything to make it seem like they actually cared; first it was trying to distribute the anti-virus throughout the cities for the infected but it didn't always work, then it was the safe havens for the survivors.
But nothing worked, and everyone blamed Umbrella. Well…everyone that wasn't dead.
Soon the population of the country had gone from the millions to the few thousand, maybe even less. But no one cared about things like that anymore; they say the only guaranteed things in life are death and taxes. But the t-virus even took those two things away technically.
Since the population had dwindled so low no one gave a shit about taxes or anything like that anymore, and if you did happen to die…it was only a matter of time until you were brought back.
The t-virus was taking everything.
It was now two months after the Raccoon City incident, outside a Gas America just outside a small town on a sunny noon in Colorado, an undead fox in an employee uniform was staggering around outside the station, it's eyes the usual dead blue and its body was unnaturally lean and there was blood on it's mouth.
A good distance away a fox was eyeing the fox zombie lumbering around, one of Tails' eyes was shut as if aiming, he used his enhance vision to read the employee's nametag,
"Sorry about this Mikey…" and a small flat rock next to Tails rose up into the air and quickly sped off in Mikey's direction, there was hardly a sound when the rock passed through his skull but there was a SPLAT as some blood and part of his brain flew out onto the ground.
After Tails had learned about his new mental capabilities, he practiced them whenever he was safe enough, but at first he couldn't do much at all without his head starting to throb. But after a week the headaches got less intense and soon they stopped entirely, plus his control had increased dramatically if the little incident with Mikey wasn't proof enough.
He watched for a few more minutes to see if any more would come out, but none did. So he climbed back into his vehicle, a military grade H1 Hummer with certain upgrades, and drove it over to the gas station.
Tails parked his giant fortress next to a gas pump and jumped out, he checked the pump to see if it still had power running and smiled when he said it did. Pulling out a pistol and holding it in front of him, he slowly made his way into the gas station. It didn't take for the fox to realize the place was in fact empty.
Tails first started digging through the small food selection and picked out what he wanted, he then started messing with the register to get the pump to work. He about walked out of the store before stopping, turning around to grab a pack of wine flavored wood tip black milds (cigars). Smiling he merrily skipped towards his Hummer for actually having something go well.
He then made his way, safely, into town. He stopped to read the sign of what the town was called, "Fort Collins huh?" Tails slowly drove into town, he didn't really need to search around for supplies; a full tank was smiling back at him through his dash, his I-pod was playing through his radio and blasting a great song, he had food…what the hell else could he need?
But then he saw a small store that read "Medical Buds" and he slammed on his breaks. He studied the sign for a while and after deciding it was worth it, grabbed his katana from the seat next to him and exited his vehicle.
He slowly walked up to the door and waited, he didn't hear anything that sounded dangerous; a breeze, a plastic bag being blown around, a few birds. All right time to go. Tails slowly opened the door with his left hand and kept his right hand on his sword, he slowly walked in and looked around; the place was actually pretty decent looking, there were papers all over the place and the furniture was destroyed but no damage to the building itself.
He had found a medical marijuana dispensary.
"Fuck. Yeah." Tails said with a giant grin, could today get any-no, don't ever say that, that's basically saying 'please let something fucking bad happen' definitely not a good thing to say.
Tails hopped over the counter and made his way to the back, praying to actually find something. When he got there he about jumped for joy, there on the counter was a giant jar of medical grade marijuana, and he read the name. Alaskan Thunderfuck…
Tails than dropped to his knees and said a short prayer: Dear Lord, fuck you ever so much for letting this virus essentially destroy life as we know it, but thanks for the great weed, amen.
Yeah, he was so going to hell, but at least he'd burn an honest fox.
He grabbed the jar and about left, but after growing curious he grabbed the scale on the table as well and quickly exited the building. He jumped into his car and quickly drove through town.
After driving for a number hours it started to get dark, and he was getting pretty close to Denver anyway so Tails pulled over to a quiet and safe looking location. He turned off his car and unplugged his I-pod he reached over to the jar he found and opened it; he then stuck his nose into the jar and inhaled.
Tails then let out a moan of pleasure.
He pulled out a glass pipe and put some of the bud into the chamber, he raised it to his lips and began his little ritual. After a minute he turned on his radio to see if anyone was broadcasting, but he wasn't picking up any broadcasts. No surprise they're, sighing he turned it off and proceeded to put the ear buds in his ears and pick a song.
"Well…The Eagles sound pretty good about now…" he mumbled to himself, he hit 'play' and tilted his seat back, continuing to breath in out and that thick purple smoke. Tomorrow he'd finally make it to Denver and then he'd start looking for anything regarding Umbrella.
He was going to take down that entire fucking corporation.
Somewhere else in a secret location, a middle aged human man was walking towards a white hall into a room small room with computer monitors, but there was a window into another room, that showed a teenage fox with black fur and two tails. He was at five foot nine and waited one hundred and eighty two pounds.
"How is he doing?" the man asked a female cat working one of the computers,
"He's acting as he always does, silently does whatever tests we ask him to do and asking for different books during his free time, this time he asked for Dante's Inferno." The doctor made a satisfied noise,
"What about his enhanced abilities?" he asked the person on the other computer, this one a older male husky,
"His speed and strength far surpasses the original Project T, his mental capacity grows every day, and he has had perfect union with the Uroboros virus." The doctor nodded even happier than before. As he looked into the other room he saw the black haired fox in a white shirt and white shorts, he sat on his bed calmly reading a book but as soon as the doctor walked up to the glass the fox looked up at him.
The fox had crimson eyes with slitted pupils. Those eyes unnerved the doctor somewhat although he would never admit it, but it always felt as if Project TU was looking far into whoever he was looking it, as if he could read his very soul just with those glowing eyes.
But what unnerved the doctor the most was Project TU looked up whenever someone walked up to the glass to watch him, and he couldn't see the glass on his side.
Wow two chapters in one day. Yeah this is kinda filler but it kinda isn't…whatever just be glad I'm actually updating.