Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32807959-20181222171645

I’m not new to this world. Trust me, I know. Even before all of the chaos, before the national and international contingency plan, before the ultimate survival sanctuaries, I was still a young man with nowhere to go.

I was harassed and ridiculed by my several classmates. In a way, I think the new world served me better and gave me purpose; a good thing. Before all of that, just joke after joke from all of my classmates about how I looked, how I acted, and most of all, how I obtained information. I wasn’t good at it. Math was my worst subject. They’d ridicule me for that as well. Boys, girls, even the less popular crowd. I felt like I had no one. I had no one to fall back on when in need, if you can believe there was such a thing.

The students picking on me became a regular routine. There was always that someone who stood up for the kid being bullied, and that student was Bryce Reyes.

We became friends and hung out a lot. The thing I liked most about Bryce, besides the obvious, was that he had a good sense of awareness. This trait was important in our friendship. He was at least 2 feet taller than me. We had a good amount in common. We loved to hunt. We loved guns. He paid good attention to my actions and the actions of others. As well as my surroundings.

Bryce, after having hunting as a hobby, told me he was thinking about going into the military, whereas I had no plans.

We went hunting a good amount together. He was the one who introduced me to personal defense pocket pistols. He once told me the harassment I took from my peers was way out of control. I shrugged it off and told him not to worry about it. He insisted and what he had to offer was a good deal. He told me I was just as good as anybody else and I could join any club in school I wanted to. He said I can even try to talk to girls. He handed me a pocket pistol and said,

“This will keep you safe when you’re walking home from school. Don’t shoot it unless you absolutely have to”.

I remember one time I was so scared of getting jumped, I asked if he could walk with me. He agreed and just as you may have guessed, the bullies showed up. Five of them. Their intentions weren’t good at all. I bet they were horrible. I’m so glad he was with me. We threatened them with our guns. They questioned how we concealed them from the school before they ran off.

A couple of weeks later, arrived the beginning of it all. Personally, it started with a video Bryce showed me.

“You like horror hoaxes right”? He implied playfully.

It was a video of some sort of skin autopsy, I thought. There was a shriveled woman and her flesh was dark for some reason. They picked her flesh off with some sort of carving medical autopsy utensils. The woman showed no signs of discomfort or pain. Although she was moving such as a cheap special effects animatronic would for a movie.

“That’s sick, who the fuck would post that”? I asked.

“Viralnewz.org”, he replied.

“It’s got 8.4 million views but only 8 comments”, he continued in his enthusiastic tone. Apparently there was a part 2 to the video. I refused to watch it, as the first one was enough.

That week, the news was more constant and frantic as usual. No one payed much attention to it at first. It apparently started as a small anomaly. However, it grew very very quickly. I’m sure the government kept things from the public, but soon the threat would become un containable. Authorities were ordered to be on alert, citizens were cautioned, even some highways and streets were closed.

Apparently everything lost control on that one day. The day I was sitting through a boring biology lecture. That was the day Bryce had to go to a funeral. Apparently, whatever the government was planning, our town was being quarantined. Soon, the news released the fact that there was a deadly virus and that we can’t leave the town in worries of infecting other parts of the country. It got so bad, the riots ceased, and huge platoons of the military came abroad, telling all to stay inside. Such as a warning. Regardless, the hectic atmosphere did not calm down. The school was evacuated, and I ran home frantically to make sure my parents were ok. They were put, watching the news in shock.

“What the hell is going on”? I asked frantically.

“Probably some government containment fuckup”, replied my father.

“Could be just a national emergency drill. Let’s pray it is”, said my mother as she put her hand onto my shoulder.

“Are we gonna be okay?” I asked.

She put her hands on my face in affection.

“Of course we are. Our good lord would never let us all parish in a national emergency”, she said with hope in her voice.

I looked worried more than likely.

“Do we have to leave the state”? I asked.

“We should just sit it out, it should resolve itself. As long as we stay inside we should be ok”, implied my father.

I looked over to the television to hear that the panic was on a global scale. At that moment, I lost all hope of staying in our house. I knew eventually we’d have to move out no matter what. I did. My parents didn’t.

The next door neighbor ran to us frantically and insisted the news was telling the truth. There was a virus spreading and infecting individuals. He recalled he saw his best friend, Richards body spazzing out. He could tell he was infected because of his pale skin. He stated moving slow at first, then started spazzing according to our neighbor. When we went to go check him out, our neighbors wife was surprisingly dead. We spazzed out in shock and horror. She was ripped or torn open from end to end, and the worse part was Richard seemed to be feasting on her corpse. Her eyes were open. I’ll never forget how I felt the first time I laid my eyes on something like that. His skin was indeed pale. It was almost as if he had a skin disease that killed his skin cells. It was bland as well.

We immediately zoomed with my father to get his shotgun. When we returned, we were surprised to find out a blast to the chest did not kill the infected individual. It seemed to be moving slow at first. My father blasted it in its chest about 18 inches away. He went to finish it as he saw it still moving. That’s when it zoomed at him and swung its arm at my father. My father, frantically pulled the trigger and blew its forearm off. Then it unexpectedly zoomed again, this time reaching my father and taking a chunk from his forearm. He screamed as if in unbelievable pain. I took the shotgun and blew its face off. I pumped it again and shot it in its faceless head. It finally died.

We escorted my dad back to our house. Our neighbor, a look of overwhelming concern of shock and horror. I felt bad for him. Bad and sorry. After our welfare, he has to deal with the fact his wife was killed, and not in a very peaceful way.

“Thank you for your help. Get help, call anyone you can and be careful”!

He zoomed away. My mother attended to my father and told me to keep reaching out to the hospitals. All the calls went to an emergency redirection line that told you how to take care of a hurt one. Of course, with all the hectic happenings, they didn’t include one about how to treat an infected bite as it all was happening so fast. When I went back to check on my mom, she was sobbing with her head on my fathers arms. He seemed to have passed out.

“Mom what is it? What happened”?! I demanded.

“I don’t know”, she replied in her sobbing state.

I felt so bad for her and for my father. My first thought was my father died. What happened next is was a great turning point in my life. My father seemed to start to wake up. At that moment, the old me died and the new me was born. The moment my fathers eyes opened and he began to slowly move, I knew something wasn’t right. My mother on the other hand, who was mourning over him, seemed to give him the benefit of the doubt. Out of love more than likely.

It was the last mistake she ever made. My father, now no longer my father, grabbed my mother’s forearm and took a huge chunk out of it. I froze in horror as I witnessed my father who just tore a big chunk of flesh and muscle from her forearm. The denizen then moved up with speed near my mother’s neck and tore another chunk of flesh and muscle between her neck and shoulder. More blood spewed and fell. A huge splatter onto the wall from that one. She screamed in pain and agony of course.

My instincts told me to take off to get my fathers shotgun. Fortunately, but unthankfully, my ex father was busy with my mother’s corpse. When I returned, my eyes became fixed on the corpse of my mother. My ex father seemed to be feasting on my mother’s bowls. Her stomach was torn open as he bit her intestines apart. It was an agonizing, horrific sight. Especially because they were my parents. I blew my dads face off. The blast took off about 3 layers of his face it seemed. His skull face was shattered. He fell face first, blood filling up in a streak, traveling to my feet. Then miraculously, my mother began to move prior to her torn open abdomen and insides hanging out. I did the same to her.

Not knowing what to make of what just transpired, I ran out of my neighborhood. I saw no one outside. I drove my fathers truck once I retrieved the keys from his corpse. I drove to our local pawn shop. The corpses wallets contained everything I needed to purchase a set of firearms. The shops owner, our friend, was cooped up behind his desk with the firearms up the wall.

“Bill”! I exclaimed.

His head turned with haste.

“Josh, good to see you’re still kicking”.

“What the hell is going on”, I said.

“Some huge international epidemic”.

“Where is everybody”? I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Everything was all hectic. There was screaming, gunshots, and frantic drivers. Even crashes. It lasted up to 4:00”, he implied.

“I need an M24 reduced recoil with a suppressor”, I demanded.

“Shit, take whatever you want. Whatever the hells out there it’s spreading like the flu in Antarctica, and on a scale bigger than the red death”! He exclaimed.

I nodded my head.

“Here, take the G18 and the AR-15”, he said handing me the firearms. I looked up at him in surprise.

“Take care of yourself”, he called to me.

“What about you”? I asked.

He smiled and said he has his ways.

I moved outside in a valley near my neighborhood. I removed the suppressor from the M24. I fired 3 shots in the air. Soon, before I knew it, there were 8 infected among me. I inserted the suppressor and shot them all down with headshots. More arrived moving slow and sluggish. Some more rotted than others. Some horribly mutilated. I mowed them down. I didn’t even need the G18 I hooked to my hip nor the AR-15 I placed about 12 meters away discreetly.

I moved into town. That was when I first encountered the runners. I mowed down 2 hordes with the AR-15. Sounds such as loud explosions or constant unsuppressed automatic fire attract runners. It was intense. First 2 came after me. I was surprised to see them move with cunning speed. It was more difficult to land a headshot. I wished I had asked Bill for a shotgun. One almost caught me from behind. Soon, 4 were on my tail. I ran as fast as I could, spraying hip fire while doing my best to rotate my torso. I ended up climbing a gate. Soon 8 runners appeared. I ran out of AR-15 rounds. I had 2 more clips left. I whipped out the G18 and mowed the now 5 of them down.

3 more appeared. I was chased into a an abandoned office building. There was graffiti on the walls. By then rows and rows of infected swarmed the area. I saw swat officers and even firefighters who were infected. Then a military humvee arrived along with a heavily armored tank. Soldiers zoomed out and they tried to mow down as many infected as possible.

When they cleared the area, I ran out to them. They were in a state of caution at first. They didn’t accept my presence with generosity at first. I had to put my weapons up and they confiscated them.

They introduced me to their 18 wheeler carriers that could hold tons of products. They were also suitable for carrying people, and that’s what they were using them for. There were literally hundreds of them filled with about 40 individuals each. I was assigned to one and a platoon supposedly responsible for the convoy. The destinations were large bases that held hundreds of people. Each vehicle was assigned to a base. Mine never made it. Apparently the base to which we were assigned to go to, was far. Even worse, too many infected began to swarm us. The worse part is, another convoy made it to our base before we did. It was a set up. One of those two convoys was meant to be left out. It so happened to be mine. The military issued an order prior to my convoy in the form of a code. The soldiers leading the convoy opened fire on us all. I miraculously survived. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I was buried beneath the dead bodies filled up with lead. I was covered in blood. The soldiers were then quickly became swarmed by waves of infected. They did not posses sufficient ammunition to destroy them all.

Nevertheless, they could smell me. I stayed hidden until I realized they were never going to leave. There were literally hundreds. They knew I was alive. They wanted to feast on us all. Like vultures. But I was alive goddamnit and seemingly helpless. I spotted an infected head separated from its body. And it was moving! It was the most disturbing thing I’ve witnessed so far. It was in front of the vehicle. I couldn’t fit through the opening. I took my knife out. I cut a corpses finger off. Then I detached arms from a corpses body to put them together. I had to remove the bone from one of the arms. I stuck it in the boneless socket of the detached arm. I did this with 3 arms. I was able to reach an M4 assault rifle in the front once I inserted the arm chain I made. I moved it a little to the left so I could grab it. I also grabbed a bag of frag grenades.

I moved away the bodies that toppled me and began my assault. I cleared out a path to which I took once executed. They were slow and sluggish like most I’ve already faced. I destroyed about 68 with the M4 and the frag grenades. On my last clip of ammunition for the M4, I knew my demise was evident. I knew there was no escape. Fortunately, in that moment, what appeared to be an advanced expensive military armored vehicle zoomed out. Most of the horde was cleared. The perpetrators zoomed out and threw me in the vehicle where we took off, immediately. They asked me who I was and if I was crazy. They seemed to be about in their early 20’s. I felt like I was being kidnapped but didn’t even care. They each carried a military firearm.

They took me to a base. The base almost looked like a large enclosed parking garage from the outside. Made completely of durable concrete. A tall fence surrounding the structure. It reminded me of a giant bunker. I later found it was a potential elite scientist and military strategy center. Specially constructed to keep everything secure. We will get to how it became abandoned.

The base was operated by a dictator type commander figure. He never gave his name for some reason. He only instructed he is to be referred to as “the leader”. The base housed over 400 survivors. The personnel that ran security swore loyalty to the leader. They were supposedly elite combat operatives, such as the leader himself.

I soon became his favorite candidate. He admired my survival skills and marksman talent. Each run or mission he sent me on, he tried to increase the difficulty, without implying my demise of course. My skills were tested and I survived. I felt good about it. I felt happy. It had been a long time since I’ve felt something like that. The leader had greater ambitions though. And that would be his downfall.

The leader was in touch with the leaders in other secret bases such as this one. He was also in contact with the panedemic leaders who tried to contain and diminish the outbreak of the infected. He even was in contact with the military. They traded resources for each other’s services. I found all this out before the place was breached.

The leader wanted to control all the bases. It was his primal ambition. However, things became worse when he found out the other sources were cheating him of supplies. He intended to destroy them. He first determined himself to wipe out the surrounding counties of the infected to prove his power. That was only the first step. The second was invading a massive weapons factory/corporation. He knew the whole corporation was being supervised by the military. Nevertheless, he intended to conquer it. He believed if he could gain all the resources of the weapons corporation, he could conquer everything. He failed in the end of course. It was the infected that met him prior to his demise.

He also sacrificed a lot of survivors on his conquest to clear the counties of the infected. He claimed he was going to look for other survival headquarters. That was bullshit.

We wore cameras to mark our locations. I remember we had to watch the cameras of the survivors who died on the mission. We were planning tactical locations to massacre the weapons plant. I will describe their deaths. Not because it is necessary, but because it’s what you’ll need if you are to survive.

The footage of the cameras were horrendous. The first one we viewed was of the survivor who was massacred by a wave. The wave showed no mercy. They were sick of being wiped out. About 5 of them stabbed their nails into his body and tore him open with one group pull. It was so fast, he was able to look at his entrails to cry to God. A second later he passed.

The second one was a friend of the first survivor. In frantic rage, he gutted the last infected individual standing after he wiped out the horde that murdered his friend. Then he shoved the infected’s entrails into its mouth. Mistake. The infected individual bit his finger off. By then a new horde was forming. One was a torso of a runner. It skidded quite fast. He didn’t notice it and it bit his ankle. The rest toppled him. They focused on the half runner and tore his leg off. Then the other. He was screaming in agony and pain for help. Then his arms even faster! Finally his head was torn off and they were able to separate his layers of his front body by access through the headless part of the body. They chowed down mindlessly on his remains. It was VERY messy.

We eventually took the weapons plant. One of the other higher ranking base official pretended to give in to the leaders threats. He told him he’d give him whatever he wanted. When the supplies arrived, he found he had been tricked. It was an elite infected organism magnet emitter. It attracted the infected from hundreds of miles away. It was set to go off at midnight. The leader prepared for a fight. He set up immense fire traps, and powerful mines with a huge blast radius. He got the supplies alright. But the emitter was the most powerful of all.

The infected eventually broke the gate and poured into the base. 3/4 of the base were prepared. However, the infected did not halt from entering the facility no matter how many they destroyed. The infected trapped all who were inside. Me and the leader were able to escape through the armored vehicle. When he claimed he was going to call for military backup, he unexpectedly jumped me and tied me to a tree. He threw a mini emitter in front of me. I looked at him in disgust. He betrayed me.

I was able to escape. I was VERY incredibly lucky. The torso knot was a little loose so when an infected approached, I jammed my fingers into its eyes and it launched its head forward. It bit the neck knot in half and I escaped. I took out my knife and killed all who came near me in adrenaline. I went up a hill. There were thousands of hordes making their way up here. I ran back to the armored vehicle and drove to the base. I collected over 100 firearms and placed them in the armored vehicle. I drove around in a square fashion underground in the code red area I recently found out about then. I killed as many as I could with a sentry I placed covering my back. I used various firearms until I was dry with each of them. I killed over 2000 infected individuals. It was the most traumatizing and tiring thing I’ve ever accomplished. When I was done, I went straight for the leader. In the supplies I found a tracker that tracked his whereabouts.

I searched base after base for him. Soon I found him. It wasn’t that hard. His false self ego brought him to me. I ambushed him and tied an emitter to him. I tied him up with tight steel wire. I brought him to his hideout and intended to escape on his helicopter. I didn’t want to leave the armored vehicle behind. Then the pilot walked out. I forced him to drive while I flew. I watched the infected tear the leader up. He cried in horror for mercy. Even louder when the actual hordes arrived. They targeted his mouth first cause of his screaming state. They instantly tore the top part of his head off up to the cheek line. His eyes still moved in panic miraculously. His tung throbbed soaked in blood. Then his tung was bitten off. The others began to tear him up slowly. The 3 that had fed top of his head tore the skin off of it and ate it. The woman figure peeled her finger flesh off to the bone with her rotted teeth. She then stabbed her bone finger into the back of the separated part, turning the head upside down to do so. She then ripped open the hole she created causing the whole upper head to turn inside out and cave in, finally separating it. She held the brain. The male figure stood there late, holding his own arm he bit off to use the bone to get to the brain. The female scolded at him for being late. The rest of the infected ate his body slowly. Part by part. I am searching for another fine establishment. Pray they have one. Until then, catch ya later!! 