This is the first section of an idea that popped into my head about a half hour ago... This is the first draft and I am currently writing more. That said, it will certainly get more interesting and bloody. Lets just say this will be dark, violent, and a new side of the stories we've all seen
Critiques and comments are welcome. If there is enough interest I will post more and actually title the thread appropriately once the naming point of the story is hit. Consider this a prologue.
Btw, any reference to a person either living or dead (or both) is purely coincidental. A fair bit of this will probably be rewritten and the story fleshed out more. I'm pretty much copying this from word as I type paragraph by paragraph. Truthfully, I have a few points to hit in the story, but it is all free form, so we will see where it takes me.
Ave, Imperator, morituri te salutant
"I have not yet begun to fight."
-Captain John Paul Jones
All of the philosophers were wrong. Two years ago the world fell, but not with whimper. There was no final bang, the flames of absolution never came, just noise. The noise of a race going mad. Screams of the lost and the damned.
The learning curve was steep in the first few weeks. I'm not sure if anyone ever figured out how this all started, where the virus came from, all I know is it destroyed nations and peoples. I guess the bible was right in its own chaotic way. Destruction's name was legion. Everyone had their own name for the virus and all of its mutations.
That is what made the virus so destructive. Every few people it mutated. Every infected had different quirks. Because it mutated so fast the CDC could hardly come up with anything to stop it. They had some luck with the interleukin series of boosters. Basically get your immune system to work harder and faster. Sometimes it worked, most times it just burned you out and let your body devour itself from the inside. Not a pleasant way to go.
My guess is diversity between every human, but I have a limited background with viruses. All I know is what it feels like to be infected...
Living in Alaska, you get to see everything coming in slow motion. Everything takes weeks to get up here, or so I thought. While the people in the lower 48 states were busy murdering each other, most of Alaska was busy preparing. The governor called up the military reserves, every trooper, the state defense force, the retired, everyone. Borders became barriers. Every aircraft was grounded and the ports blockaded. Overnight Alaska became an island, or so we thought.
I figured it was the perfect time to work in sporting goods. I never had the money to stock up on supplies because it was a dead end job, so when the owner offered the employees our choice of items from stock instead of pay, I jumped on it. Probably the worst decision of my old life to be honest. My mind works clearly most of the time. I'm not sure if this is a curse or a blessing of sorts. It was a Thursday afternoon that I got infected. Most of the folks in the store got infected that day. I have no clue which of my coworkers survived, not that I really care. All it took was one person bringing in their coughing daemon spawn to condemn us all. I grabbed my supplies and headed home that night. Thats really the last thing I remember for a long time.
I woke up to my wife pressing my father's Walther P99 to my temple. The pistol's cold steel pressing into my skin like death's final embrace. I tried to talk but could hardly make my tongue form words, yet my mind was crystal clear. This is why I am typing now. The words flow from my mind like a river, yet my lips cannot translate the thoughts. Truthfully, I have no idea why she untied me. She's known me for years, maybe it was a trust thing, I'll never know. In my own way I am both dead and alive, but in hell either way. I still hear her screams.
I'll try to type more later. Its getting dusty in here...
I'm having a few family issues today, so I'll hopefully have more up friday night. I'm liking the feedback on several forums
Should have some up tonight. Its been chaos this weekend (boiler went out at 1 am)
Working on it guys... working 2 jobs is kicking my butt currently. Sorry for the delay.