Post by dragon on Jul 13, 2009 1:05:00 GMT -5
Chapter One
Suburbia
Suburbia
I never much cared for Suburbia. Not because of the cheesy atmosphere. Nah, I could deal with that easily. I think it was just the orderly way of things, the way neighborhoods tediously lined up in an orderly fashion. Cops drove down the street to get a dog out of a tree. Sure, for some it would be a prime habitat. I prefer chaos though.
There is something to be said about chaos. For one, it is exciting. You never know what you will get. Second, you can manipulate it. Sadly, Suburbia would be what I would have to deal with on this morning. Waking up, tossing my sheets back off of my body, I reach out and slap my alarm clock. I hate that thing. I tend to think that the companies who put those things together must scour the earth for the most ear piercing rings that they could find. How about a simple “Wake up baby?” Wait.. I am getting off topic.
As I slap my alarm clock hard, letting it tumble behind my bed, I turn back towards my window and look at the sky outside. Sounds of lawn mower engines are in full swing. Those damn neighbors, it’s like they have lawn mower meetings just to organize a unified time to start them up in the morning. It’s Sunday. My only day off from my training schedule. I figured I would lounge around the house today, perhaps get nothing done at all.
Waking up, my wife slowly rolls over and smiles at me. Her smile is wide, gorgeous, and inviting. I begin to have ideas of ravaging her once more. She has that way of affecting me and yet, I hold back. There is always time to play.
“Good morning sweetie” she says. I return the gesture and do my best to hold in my repulsion. Her breath is horrible, almost like someone actually shit in her mouth. Walking towards my bathroom, I turn on the shower and begin my morning rituals. Pulling out the skin tonics and such, I can’t help but think about the EUW and the state of things. As of late, people have hailed me a “good guy”. This irritates me. I would personally slap every fan in this world if it made me a pay check. Hell, I would even slap their grandmothers. That… I would do for the fun of it. Yet, this was the image that I somehow had now. I would handle that later. For now, the shower called me with it’s inviting steamy moisture that now filled up my bathroom.
Stepping into the shower, I begin to handle business. It is then that my television is heard in the background. Good. Something to keep my mind off of work for a change…..
:::: This just in….
The Swine Flu, a virus that has gripped the nation since it’s discovery, may have taken a turn for the worse. The National Medical Committee originally figured to have a vaccine for it by now. And as of yesterday, they did. Combing the neural-toxins of the virus, mixing it with the tissues of leeches, they had found success on all levels. Leeches, a creature known for feeding off of living organisms, also has great medical benefits to them. They are also able to regenerate their body tissue when injured. It was a no brainer to try to combine the two, combating the degenerating effects of the Swine Flu. ::::
Shutting the water off, I step out of the shower and begin to towel off. Leeches? How in the hell can a vaccine be made using leech DNA? It didn’t make sense to me but hey, I am not a scientist. Instead… I am just a savage.
::::: Upon further testing, studies showed that patients quickly responded under treatment. Lost lung tissue was regenerated quickly, almost masking the damage of the Swine Flu all together. Then, a turn for the worst. The Vaccine that showed so much promise began to have a high fatality rate. 90% of all who accepted the cure were found dead less than an hour later. This is when things went from bad to worse.::
“Sweetie, are you listening to this?” asked my wife, Brenda. She sounded concerned. A former Doctor herself, she tended to get involved in the medical field a lot more than she should have. I was rich, well known, and well taken care of. We would be fine. As she began rising out of bed, I heard my wife speak once more. “I am going to make us some coffee, then I will try to find out more about this.”
Sliding my jeans on, I continue to listen to the T.V. Thoughts of delicious coffee were over taking me. I couldn’t wait to get downstairs for a cup.
::: As the body count began to rise, the many who took the vaccine were reanimated. Doctors were puzzled, unsure of why life was restored. Each patient awoke from their “Deaths” completely rejuvenated. They also had lost control of their body functions and brain control. The United States Government are asking that you stay indoors while a full containment is under way. These “Zombie” like patients are highly contagious. They have no reasoning inside of them. The are extremely aggressive and one bite from them may be able to pass on the virus. There is no known cure for it at this time. Again… STAY INSIDE. This can be easily controlled if we all work together. Now, we get to the Super dome where Brittany Spears will speak about her wedding to her lesbian girlfriend, Winona Ryder.:::::
What the hell? Did he just say Zombie?? This was all starting to sound surreal, almost movie like to me. I was no fool. Television has a way of passing along rumors, doing more harm than good in the process. I would get to the bottom of it all, but not before a nice cup of coffee.
Heading downstairs, I tie my hair into a ponytail and reach the front door. Swinging it open, I bend over and snag the morning paper. Even the headlines in the newspaper spoke of this new “zombie” virus. It was almost comical. Turning to my right, my annoying ass neighbor still mowed his lawn. Sitting upon his ride along mower, he drank a generic beer and went along his business.
Pathetic. Nope, the only zombie in my neighborhood was me, lost in the continuous boredom of my life, deep in suburbia.
(CRASH!!)
What the hell was that?? Dropping my paper, I run inside my house. The hallway seems to last forever as I race about to see if my wife was Ok. Turning a corner, I slide into the kitchen.
“What was…. What the HELL???”
My pupils grow large.
My skin begins to tremble….
My hairs on my neck stand straight up…..
My wife looks back at me, laid out on the kitchen floor. Leaning over her is another female. Normally, this would turn me on. Three ways are my specialty. Yet, this female was far from inviting. In fact, she was pissed off to high hell. With blood running down her chin, she chewed at my wife’s neck with reckless abandon. As she did so, Brenda spoke out to me. Her voice sounded as though it was drowning under water.
“He…he….help me?”
I tossed the kitchen chairs that separated us out of my way. The bloody female reacted as well, leaping to her feet. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. This wasn’t humanly possible. I was in top shape and yet, I couldn’t possibly leap that high from a seated position. She lunged at me, hands out stretched and mouth wide open. Her eyes were a sickening yellow, almost translucent. Her breath was even worse than my wife’s was….
I fell backwards and crashed into the broom closet. Her strength was way beyond what it should have been. I could hear her teeth banging together as she tried to take a bite out of me. It was almost like I was fighting a rabid dog. I had to end it fast. There was no choice at all. Reaching around her, I grabbed a handful of hair and snapped her neck back hard. I could hear it crack loudly. Then, I grabbed both of her arms and tossed her into the living room where she plopped hard upon the carpet and did not move any longer. My breath was labored. I felt like I had just fought off about 100 men. Remembering my wife once more, I quickly ran to her, taking her head into my arms. She had already passed on… I was too late. I did not know what was going on beyond the thought that this was what the news meant. Had a Zombie Invasion of sorts begun? I had seen plenty enough of those movies to know that they never ended well. With the exception of Michael Jackson, Zombies rarely were content to just dance with you. No, I had to get the hell out of here before more came along. There was no other choice. First, I needed a weapon.
Stumbling into my bedroom, I remove my bloody shirt. Taking another one, I put it on and reach high into the closet. My gun was there, waiting for me. When I first bought it, I figured that I would be using it on my brother, Oblivion. I had no idea that my next target would already be dead by the time I fired it. Loading it quickly, I jam a few more boxes into my pockets. I then yank a medieval sword from the stand upon my dresser. I paid quite a bit for the sword a long time ago at a swap meet. Finally it would get some use.
Rushing out of the bedroom, I grab my car keys. It was time to get out of town.
(Click..Clank!)
I quickly turn around. I am not alone. The female that killed my wife was once again standing. This was unreal. I did my best to hold it together, it was hard nonetheless. Then, I realized that this zombie had a new friend. My wife looked at me once more. Her once gorgeous eyes were now yellow, looking at me as though I was a piece of meat. There was no time to react. Aiming quickly, I begin to fire off rounds into the female. She stumbled into the wall while screaming. At least I know now that they feel pain. As for my wife, she received a swing of my prized sword. The hit took her head clean off. Stumbling to the floor, she moved no longer. My heart left with her. With even more blood upon me, I took out my anger at the loss of my wife by driving my sword deep in into the skull of the first female. Twisting it, her blood splatters across my cheek and beard. I am enraged.
A few more chops and neither "zombies" move any longer. My shirt is now stained in their blood, resting slightly ripped and exposing my chest. I head to the front door and let it swing open. My neighborhood finally obeys my wishes. My once calm, suburban city, now was in utter chaos as even more diseased beings chased the inhabitants about. To my side, I could hear that damn lawn mower once more. I needed to end that chapter in my life and so I turn and aim my gun. Mr. Lawn mower was finally going to shut the hell up.
I never needed to fire at all. Sitting upon the lawn mower was that fat ass neighbor of mine. He wasn’t steering though. On top of him was his wife. She was chewing the shit out of his face. Now that is irony! With a slight laugh, I head to my car and quickly get inside. It is then that my phone rings..
“Xplode… this is Warrior….. (Static) Suicide Zone….. Get here….. Zombies….. NOW!”
Now I knew my next move. I needed to head to the EUW Headquarters. Personally, I could give a shit about any of them but truth be told, they were a strong bunch. Perhaps together, we stood a chance. I would first head to a friend’s house. Terry Jones lived on the out skirts of town. Chances are, he was still alive.
Firing up the engine, I peel out of my driveway and burn rubber down the street. I never would have believed what was happening now if you asked me a few short days ago. Thanks to a bunch of damn leeches…..
The Zombie Invasion has begun!