Here is my zombie story so far. Hope you like it and if you do please leave me a comment or something. This is just the start of it.
DEADBourne
Chapter 1 History Bites
We dont know why it happened. What we do know is that it did.
It was middle of spring in 2009 when the first signs of something was coming, but like normal the world thought it was just another media story. The H1N1 virus, or better known as Swine Flu, sprung up literally out of no where. Like the bird flu from a few years ago, it started in a small area and just blew up to be a world wide pandemic. Little did we know, at that time, that this was just the beginning of something more.
It didnt take long for this virus to start taking its toll on the living. People started dropping like flies after being infected. First it was just a few hundred in little under developed areas where things like this virus likes to spread. Then a couple of weeks later it was starting to affect more developed areas. It was starting to get a little out of control. The CDC and WHO kept warning us that this was going to be a global thing in a matter of days. God we were so nave to think that we were safe.
Summer started coming around and the flu season seemed to start early. This wasnt like anything we have every seen before
We called it the Summer of Death from the amount of lives the virus started to claim. People were freaking out and nothing that our government said made any of us feel any better. We could have never imagined what would come next. The virus, it mutated, and that is when it started to really happen.
People started to die quicker than what was originally predicted for the virus. Within 2-6 hours after contracting the virus, you were pretty much guaranteed to die. But that isnt where it got weird. It was when those who died from the virus started to get up and become extremely aggressive.
Attacks started happening in troves and people where literally eating one another. Riots started occurring all over the world as people tried their damnedest to survive and not get attacked. Looting, rapes, murder, robberies started happening everywhere and no one was safe.
For a world of almost 7 billion people, in a matter of weeks were becoming extinct.
There are survivors though; those who cling on to there religious beliefs like a lifeline and then you have those who prove the Darwin theory that only the strongest of a species will survive.
The world is no longer the same. We have no more governments nor do people live in major citieswell there are rumors of a place in what was once known as New York, but from what I can tell no one can survive the journey without some form of loss.
From what I can tell it has been almost 9 years since the Summer of Death. Well I cant really be sure of that since you can barely see the days change anymore. The red sky full of ash and death barely ever gives you a glimpse of anything in the heavens anymore. We can thank good old Uncle Sam and his genius for that one.
Oh yeah let me explain. See a couple of weeks after the whole dead started to rise and eat people, what was left of our grand government decided that the major cities were already lost so why not nuke them. At the time I would have agreed with that decision after what I had to do. Our government wasnt the only one to try it. Countries all over the world did the same.
LA and Chicago were the first to go. Boom, human ingenuity completely wiped off the map in a matter of just seconds. In the first few moments it looked like we were going to achieve a small victory. That sure as hell didnt happen. Lets put it this way, we got a few hundred of them but the thousands of people that were living in the city in hiding were pretty much killed in the shockwave. Thats when we saw the true affects of the virus. Those that were killed in the explosion started to get up.
We thought we were going to put a massive dent in the living dead but all it did was add to their armies. Thats when the world knew that we were all screwed.
Chapter 2 - Growing up to soon
I was 15 when this whole thing started to happen. Not even aloud to drive yet. I was living the life of any typical teenager at the time. You know, hanging out with friends, smoking the occasional cigarette and drinking at parties while hitting on girls just trying to get some action. I wasnt what you would call a good kid all the time but I did try when I had to.
I was lucky though, I had both of my parents a younger brother and a little brother on the way. Typical American family in those days and I miss it so damn much right now.
When the virus made it to the states we thought we were going to be ok and stuff. Hell I lived in Albuquerque most of my life and nothing every really happened here that was news worthy.
We took the needed precautions that the news told us to take but it wasnt enough for us. My dad came home on night talking about one of the guys at work came down with the flu and that we had to be cautious cause at the time, thats all we thought it was, just the flu. My dad got sick a couple of days later and it was determined it was the swine flu. So he had to stay home. This is when it happened to us. He went into cardiac arrest the night he changed. The paramedics did everything they could for him at our house but it wasnt enough. They declared him dead on scenebut he wasnt, really.
I remember the look in his eyes, that hunger, the fire that was there. He killed one of the medics in the room with him then he went after mom. God she was so helpless. She just stood there as he got closer; her eyes were full of tears as he took one bite of her neck. My brother was next; he was so small and could run as fast as me. I remember screaming for him to hurry up was we ran into the garage but he had fallen and thats all it took. Last image I have of him alive was the look of fear on his face and the door to the garage closed and my father pulling him back by his legs.
I remember grabbing the hidden key dad has for his gun locker in the garage and I loaded the shotgun. Dad use to take me out hunting with him up in the mountains, looking for small game and stuff .I was pretty use to shooting it so I didnt have any problems holding the gun. I sat there in the corner of the garage with the gun in my hands just listening to the screaming coming from inside the house.
Thats when it got silent. Then the door opened slowly and there he was, just cover in the blood of my family, staring at me with pure evil on his face. He charged at me and all I can remember at that moment was the flash and the soft mist of blood as it came down on my own face. I cried most of the rest of the night in that garage, realizing that I was now truly alonethat was until mom woke up.
After that I stayed in that house for a few more months. I had to burn my own family in the backyard. I boarded up the house as much as possible to keep the other out. I started to grow accustom to the screaming and gun shots at night as I heard my neighbors being attacked.
A few months went by and I started noticing that screaming and the shooting started to become scarcer, and I started to feel alone again.
I would occasionally climb to my roof through a hole I made to try and get some insight to what was happening around me. I could see the glow of fire as places were getting burned up and I could smell the stench of death in the air. Soon winter came along and it was the first time I celebrated Christmas by myself with only the pictures of my family to keep me company. I had given myself gifts like matches and a pocket knife and I imagined that my parents gave them to me.
I survived through the winter by only keeping a fire going during the day and letting the embers keep me warm at night, so I wouldnt alert any of the dead that I was there.
I learned a lot in those months about survival and what I should expect from these creatures. Sitting on my roof I started to give the familiar ones names like Ted or Larry. I started seeing how each one changes as the virus ravishes their bodies. I noticed in the beginning that they were quick and very nimble. I labeled this type as the RDs, recently dead, since they still moved like they were alive. Then you have those that kind of just putter along with no real motivation to eat, unless you let them get close to you, I call them slackers. But the ones you really got to fear are the lurkers. Those are the ones that you think are completely dead and just lying there, but as soon as you think they are, boom, you are just as dead to.
DEADBourne
Chapter 1 History Bites
We dont know why it happened. What we do know is that it did.
It was middle of spring in 2009 when the first signs of something was coming, but like normal the world thought it was just another media story. The H1N1 virus, or better known as Swine Flu, sprung up literally out of no where. Like the bird flu from a few years ago, it started in a small area and just blew up to be a world wide pandemic. Little did we know, at that time, that this was just the beginning of something more.
It didnt take long for this virus to start taking its toll on the living. People started dropping like flies after being infected. First it was just a few hundred in little under developed areas where things like this virus likes to spread. Then a couple of weeks later it was starting to affect more developed areas. It was starting to get a little out of control. The CDC and WHO kept warning us that this was going to be a global thing in a matter of days. God we were so nave to think that we were safe.
Summer started coming around and the flu season seemed to start early. This wasnt like anything we have every seen before
We called it the Summer of Death from the amount of lives the virus started to claim. People were freaking out and nothing that our government said made any of us feel any better. We could have never imagined what would come next. The virus, it mutated, and that is when it started to really happen.
People started to die quicker than what was originally predicted for the virus. Within 2-6 hours after contracting the virus, you were pretty much guaranteed to die. But that isnt where it got weird. It was when those who died from the virus started to get up and become extremely aggressive.
Attacks started happening in troves and people where literally eating one another. Riots started occurring all over the world as people tried their damnedest to survive and not get attacked. Looting, rapes, murder, robberies started happening everywhere and no one was safe.
For a world of almost 7 billion people, in a matter of weeks were becoming extinct.
There are survivors though; those who cling on to there religious beliefs like a lifeline and then you have those who prove the Darwin theory that only the strongest of a species will survive.
The world is no longer the same. We have no more governments nor do people live in major citieswell there are rumors of a place in what was once known as New York, but from what I can tell no one can survive the journey without some form of loss.
From what I can tell it has been almost 9 years since the Summer of Death. Well I cant really be sure of that since you can barely see the days change anymore. The red sky full of ash and death barely ever gives you a glimpse of anything in the heavens anymore. We can thank good old Uncle Sam and his genius for that one.
Oh yeah let me explain. See a couple of weeks after the whole dead started to rise and eat people, what was left of our grand government decided that the major cities were already lost so why not nuke them. At the time I would have agreed with that decision after what I had to do. Our government wasnt the only one to try it. Countries all over the world did the same.
LA and Chicago were the first to go. Boom, human ingenuity completely wiped off the map in a matter of just seconds. In the first few moments it looked like we were going to achieve a small victory. That sure as hell didnt happen. Lets put it this way, we got a few hundred of them but the thousands of people that were living in the city in hiding were pretty much killed in the shockwave. Thats when we saw the true affects of the virus. Those that were killed in the explosion started to get up.
We thought we were going to put a massive dent in the living dead but all it did was add to their armies. Thats when the world knew that we were all screwed.
Chapter 2 - Growing up to soon
I was 15 when this whole thing started to happen. Not even aloud to drive yet. I was living the life of any typical teenager at the time. You know, hanging out with friends, smoking the occasional cigarette and drinking at parties while hitting on girls just trying to get some action. I wasnt what you would call a good kid all the time but I did try when I had to.
I was lucky though, I had both of my parents a younger brother and a little brother on the way. Typical American family in those days and I miss it so damn much right now.
When the virus made it to the states we thought we were going to be ok and stuff. Hell I lived in Albuquerque most of my life and nothing every really happened here that was news worthy.
We took the needed precautions that the news told us to take but it wasnt enough for us. My dad came home on night talking about one of the guys at work came down with the flu and that we had to be cautious cause at the time, thats all we thought it was, just the flu. My dad got sick a couple of days later and it was determined it was the swine flu. So he had to stay home. This is when it happened to us. He went into cardiac arrest the night he changed. The paramedics did everything they could for him at our house but it wasnt enough. They declared him dead on scenebut he wasnt, really.
I remember the look in his eyes, that hunger, the fire that was there. He killed one of the medics in the room with him then he went after mom. God she was so helpless. She just stood there as he got closer; her eyes were full of tears as he took one bite of her neck. My brother was next; he was so small and could run as fast as me. I remember screaming for him to hurry up was we ran into the garage but he had fallen and thats all it took. Last image I have of him alive was the look of fear on his face and the door to the garage closed and my father pulling him back by his legs.
I remember grabbing the hidden key dad has for his gun locker in the garage and I loaded the shotgun. Dad use to take me out hunting with him up in the mountains, looking for small game and stuff .I was pretty use to shooting it so I didnt have any problems holding the gun. I sat there in the corner of the garage with the gun in my hands just listening to the screaming coming from inside the house.
Thats when it got silent. Then the door opened slowly and there he was, just cover in the blood of my family, staring at me with pure evil on his face. He charged at me and all I can remember at that moment was the flash and the soft mist of blood as it came down on my own face. I cried most of the rest of the night in that garage, realizing that I was now truly alonethat was until mom woke up.
After that I stayed in that house for a few more months. I had to burn my own family in the backyard. I boarded up the house as much as possible to keep the other out. I started to grow accustom to the screaming and gun shots at night as I heard my neighbors being attacked.
A few months went by and I started noticing that screaming and the shooting started to become scarcer, and I started to feel alone again.
I would occasionally climb to my roof through a hole I made to try and get some insight to what was happening around me. I could see the glow of fire as places were getting burned up and I could smell the stench of death in the air. Soon winter came along and it was the first time I celebrated Christmas by myself with only the pictures of my family to keep me company. I had given myself gifts like matches and a pocket knife and I imagined that my parents gave them to me.
I survived through the winter by only keeping a fire going during the day and letting the embers keep me warm at night, so I wouldnt alert any of the dead that I was there.
I learned a lot in those months about survival and what I should expect from these creatures. Sitting on my roof I started to give the familiar ones names like Ted or Larry. I started seeing how each one changes as the virus ravishes their bodies. I noticed in the beginning that they were quick and very nimble. I labeled this type as the RDs, recently dead, since they still moved like they were alive. Then you have those that kind of just putter along with no real motivation to eat, unless you let them get close to you, I call them slackers. But the ones you really got to fear are the lurkers. Those are the ones that you think are completely dead and just lying there, but as soon as you think they are, boom, you are just as dead to.
mua mua!!
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i like the zombie story! cant wait to read more!
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