MISSION ONE

Objectives. If I was going to survive this nightmare, I would need to give myself goals to reach in order to do so and so mentally for my first 'Mission' I gave myself something basic and easy; I would need the means to defend myself in case of the worst case scenario and I was trapped. If They weren't as big in number -though this most least likely- I wouldn't want to attract too much attention. And in the prison clothing I was made to wear; I'd definitely attract the wrong kind. Of course escaping this place was my prime objective and along the way I could perhaps find a quick means of dealing with Them. Lastly; from the looks of things; They created others of Them by biting, so that would obvious to avoid.

1. Procure a weapon

2. Re-acquire clothing

3. Escape the prison by any means

4. Find a swift means of killing Them

5. Don't Get Bit

It would take all my instincts and smarts to survive this, one thing I learned about was distractions, I picked up an Iron Bar that had been part of a door to one of the cells before its collapse and quickly threw it in the opposite direction to the main door then quickly and quietly slid down the staircase railing just as the bar landed with a loud clang. Almost all of Them in the room were attracted by the sound and while They eagerly prowled for their next meal I slipped through the main door and escaped into the main hall.

Blood is the life of all things, I once read and here in this hall I saw how 'Life' was splattered all over the wall as if thrown from a paint can. Again I was in the presence of Them, but they were preoccupied with some unfortunate victims in the form of the guards. In life these convicts must of vowed to bring unspeakable pain to these now dead 'law abiding men' in death they did just that. I left them be and made my way to the Storage Room.

I was in luck; I found that my belongings with the exception of my trusty handgun, bullets and silencer had been just thrown in a pile. I wouldn't complain though as I quickly stripped out of the prison clothes and into my faded black pants and sneakers along with my vest top, leather gloves and black hoodie which I was quick to zip and pull the hood up. Finishing off I quickly grabbed my rucksack finding it been emptied of all things the cops thought classed as evidence -like this place cared for evidence or not- and slipped it on my shoulders. I was about to leave when I noticed a half face mask that covered the face up to the tip of the nose made of what looked like polished steel. I quickly pocketed it; for souvenir purposes.

I made my way past the hordes of Them and rolled my eyes as yet another victim succumbed to their hunger, and died in his vain attempt of reaching out to me; hoping I'd save him. 'In times like these, survival is your own responsibility.' I thought to myself as I dodged another three of Them and slipped into the Evidence Room when I felt a gun barrel press against my temple.

"Talk." I heard my new company order.

"Pick a topic." I replied dryly then heard the sigh of relief from my would be killer.

"Praise Maria…" the guy replied in a quiet voice "Names Verne and these are…" I walked past him and three other convicts -who all looked like they'd only just left their teens- that must've escaped the slaughter and headed to the cupboards; opening them up I found my effects.

"Yeah man, we're holding up in here" Verne continued as I completely blanked him and equipped my pistol with its silencer along with a full clip. "You're welcome to stay if you…"

"Thanks. But no thanks" I finally replied coolly; picking up a Machete from the cupboard before walking to the door "I don't do the whole 'Hold up till rescue thing'"

"Yeah! Then what the fuck you gonna do then huh?" one of the convicts asked tartly "Less you've lost your mind, there's Zombies out there!"

"I'm getting out, that's what I'm doing." I responded in the same tone as before.

"Against Zombies?"

"They're blind and your shouts are only gonna attract them, so keep bitching if you want to end up as someone else's snack." I retorted with a tone of finality and opened the door to leave.

"I'm coming with you" the thinnest of the four convicts spoke up and headed over to me.

"I don't do the mutual teamwork either kid." I responded tiresomely

"I can look out for myself thanks." he huffed indignantly "Names Gabriel"

Whoever this kid was; there was no changing his mind. "Fine" I nodded "There's only one way we do this though; Mine. You get left behind, then don't expect me to come saving you." Gabriel simply smirked in response then motioned to the others who quickly got to their feet and followed.

Halfway down the hallway we found ourselves blocked off by a horde of them, too many to risk avoiding especially in a group. I turned to motion to the others to turn around but just as we were about to, the convict who had started shouting in the evidence room stomped forward towards the horde; pointed his MK-47 and shouted "DING DOOONG MOTHER FUCKER! DING DOOOONG!" the others turned to look at him in horror as he began laughing manically despite Them advancing towards him, ignoring the bullets piercing their decaying bodies. The others faces soon turned to mine as I turned quietly and soon his laughs became screeches of agony as my Machete cleaved his left arm. "Ding Dong. Dinners Served." I sighed and walked towards a flight of stairs while flicking off drops of blood from the blade, the others hesitantly followed as They collapsed on top of the loudmouth screaming.

"Did you really have to do that?" Verne whispered venomously to me as I walked quietly in front.

"He was too much a liability, plus I hate loudmouthed dicks." I replied and hacked the head off a rouge of Them as it got too close. "Hmm decapitation works… perhaps a bullet to the head…." I mused.

"Jesus! Even so you didn't have to KILL HIM!" Verne snapped and pointed the gun at my head. "Who's to say I don't kill you now!" the older of the group growled and cocked the hammer of his revolver.

"Who's to say?" I asked calmly and looked over his shoulder "How about Them?" Verne turned just in time as two of Them suddenly emerged from the T junction of the third floor stairway and grabbed him by the shoulders

"HELP ME!" he screamed as he was pressed against the wall, causing me to simply raise a brow before walking away as the newly reoccurring slurping sound echoed through the hallway.

"You bastard!" the last convict yelled at me before rushing off to try and save the doomed fella. For a group that had managed to somehow survive being eaten and turned in the first encounter, they sure hadn't a shred of common sense.

"Carlos!" Gabriel called out before turning to run after me as I made my way to the stairs leading to the roof.

"Damnit!" Gabriel finally caught up with me as I opened the door to the roof to be embraced in the faint light of the rising sun, I quickly shut and locked it with the key that had been left in the door, "Why'd you let them die like that?"

"Did I say you guys HAD to come with me?" I sighed and walked over to the nearby railing, and it was there I saw the scale of all that had happened. "Looks like the whole city's gone the way of Them" I commented and took a quick moment to grab a nearby rag to wipe off the remaining blood on my machete. "With the rate it took over this place, wouldn't surprise me if both the North and South US'll be affected by whatever's causing this within a week or so, if not already."

"My family's…" Gabriel swallowed and fell to his knees just as a nearby gas station went up in a ball of flames, the screams of both the living and the dead filled the air. "I wonder if they're still alive…"

"Who knows" I muttered then threw the rag over the roof.

"I'll find em…" the kid nodded with an assured gaze as he stood up and leaned on the railing just as I walked away. "…Y'know you're probably not as bad as you say… Hey, you never told me your name…WHAA?"

I never heard the last of what that kid had to say due to him somehow been 'pushed' over the railing to his untimely death, I've never really given a shit about those sort of semantics. Life to me has always been a game and as I made my way to a wire with a hookline harness in my hand from my rucksack I realised. The game, has only just begun…

MISSION COMPLETE!

Yes, I realise these chapters or 'Missions' as ive dubbed them are pretty short, but thats mostly because this fic is based on small incidents that occur during Loki's time in the Outbreak. I would also like to announce that the uploading of chapters MAY be slow and divided as i plan out his travels. and from here out you'll notice the huge gap between periods of time and his location. Think of this fic as the HUNK scenario to the MAIN scenario that is 's planning.

Hope you've enjoyed reading so far viewers! You dont get many evil protagonists in fics involving Them now do ya? :P Peace out guys and i'll see you next time!