Creativity: Zombie Story

THIS IS FOR SERIOUS WRITERS ONLY: IF YOUR NOT GOING TO BE SERIOUS ABOUT IT READ IT DONT WRITE OK...
THIS IS A ZOMBIE STORY SO DONT CHANGE THE PLOT IN THE MIDDLE... HERE ARE THE RULES....

1. No monsters, like lickers from resident evil etc... zombie animals are alowed.

2. You may bring in as many characters as you want but remember not all of them will live...

3. if you have a character and dont post on that character in three days he/she is fair game for the others to kill...

4. no revenge killing, example if you dant post and your character dies you cant go and kill everyone else...

5. have fun... no cusing or sexual refrences in this story... lets keep the story going and not get it erased...

Thank you for your cooperation and lets write a good story....

10 oclock in the morning...the alarm clock goes off. The buzz is unconstint and raspy. Jax rolls over in his bed and grunts. He swings for the clock a few times and then finally gets it. A few moments later Jax forces himself out of bed and begins his morning routing. He runs water through his messy blond hair and brushes his teeth. He stumbles down the stairs and pours himself a bowle of cerial. He forks some of his breakfeast into his mouth and makes his way to the phone. There is one new message...Jax pauses for a moment in surprise. He reaches down and pushes the play botton.

"Hey Jaxion...its mom. You aren't going to belive it. Your brother is going to be fine. The vacine worked...its a miricale. They are going to release him by the end of the week. Their going to run a few more tests just to be sure. But hes going to be fine I just know it. Isn't it amazing. I just...I can't belive it. Anyway it would be nice if you came home for a few days when John gets home. He would love that. I know he misses you. It is just a thought. By the way I know you haven't been in for your vacine yet so before you do anything else be sure you go in and get it. It is inportant...you are important. Well I should get back to John. I love you. Bye..."

The tone echos through the house. Jax finds himself motionless. A single tear rolls down his face. It was a miracle.

A young man with unkept dark brown hair hidden behind a Smokey Pigs hat opens the door to the freezer. On the mans shirt is a name tag that reads Cole McKane. Cole reaches into the freezer and pulls out a bag of fries. He dumps some fries into a basket and lowers it into the greace. The phone starts to ring but Cole pays no attention to it. He scoops some puppy mix into the greace next to the sizziling fries. Cole walks up to the line and drops a few buns into the toaster. Out in the lobby the T.V.'s are showing the news. Up until today the news has shown nothing but illness and death. But things are different now. There is finally hope. A cure has been made and this time it actually works. After four failures they finally got it right.

A co-worker of Cole's peaks her head around the corner.

"The phone is for you Cole", she informs him.

"Alright...", Cole replys.

Cole walks over to the phone and picks it up.

"Hello?", Cole says.

"Cole whats up man...its Jax.", Jax states.

"Yeah Jax I know its you. So whats up...", Cole pauses and looks at his watch,"You have about three minutes before you are late Man."

"I know, I know. But I don't care. My brother is cured...the vacine worked...it actually worked. I still haven't taken the time to get my shot yet so I am going to do that before I come into work. Let boss man know I will be a little late. The cure man...it works", Jaxed huffed.

"Well you are always late...so boss man probably wont even care. Besides he is giving everone time to go get their shot on their break. Anyway I am glad to hear about your bro. Honestly I knew he was going to make it...he is a tuff little guy.", Cole said with a smile.

"Alright I will see you in a bit.", Jax says.

"Bye man.", Cole replys and hangs up the phone. Cole walks over to the office and lets the boss know the information. The boss shakes his head but can't help but to smile. Things were actually going to be ok.....

Jax hangs up the phone and straightens the colar on his Smokey Pigs shirt. He grabs his hat and runs out the door. Three years ago it hit like a plague. The world has never seen anything like this ever before...so much death so fast. This new strain of the ebola virus was ruthlously relentlous. But now it will soon be no more. At last a cure has been found. It has taken Jax's father as well as trillions of others but it wont take his brother or anyone else for that matter. It has been defeated.

Jax hopes in his car. He inserts the key into the ignition and starts the car. He pauses for a moment and takes everything in. Today was truly a good day...

Cole lifts the fries out of the oil and pours them from the basket into a pan. He brings the fries up to the line and places them on a plate. He puts the plate on a tray and slids it across the counter to the first customer of the day. The news has been on a constint loop informing people to get their shot as soon as possible. Over and over again it stated where one could get their shot. Normaly something like this would drive Cole insane. But this was different. No matter how many times the news repeated itself it was still to good to be true. The phone starts to ring again but just as before Cole ignores it. Cole took a moment and let himself be inveloped in thought. His mom had started to show signs of the illness. But now even if she did have the disease everything was going to be ok. Cole's co-worker peaks her head around the corner once again.

"Cole its your mom. I am not sure but she seems to be upset or scared even. Anyway she's on line one", she says with a hint of concern. Cole nods and makes his way to the phone. He reaches for it and then pauses. His mom never calls him unless its an emergincy. Something must be wrong. Cole grabs the phone and lifts it to his ear.

"Mom...", Cole half whispers.

"Something is wrong Cole...something is terribly wrong.", Coles mom huffs nearly out of breath.

"Mom what is it?", Cole askes.

"It's...", suddenly there is a loud noise and the line goes dead.

"Mom?", Cole yells into the phone. Cole drops the phone and runs out of the restraunt to his car. He hops in and speeds off.

Patrick O'Conner wipes his bar down while he servs the few customers he has. Patrick is a short and stocky man, several scars on his face from one to many bar fights. He owns a little irish pub in the middle of town. Shelly, his wife and waitress, brings a couple of beers to a regular as they begin to wonder if they should close and go to a pharmacy for this miracle cure. She is short and blond, about an average build for an american woman. They have a total of two customers in their bar. Not exactly good buisness, everyone else is trying to get their hands on the cure. Patirick reaches under the bar for his wood polish, something shines from under the counter. A new pump shotgun, an eight round mag with a pistol grip. Patricks pride a joy. He, like most other americans, like guns but lack the funds for the kind of colection he wants. he has a couple of pistols at home and his wife has a little pistol in her purse...

The cure was a miracle to everyone except the pharmacists. Constant fighting in the pharmacies, rude people and downright psychotic people all rushing to get the vaccine as quick as possible no matter who they hurt made the day a nightmare.

As one of the unlucky pharmacists, Dylan was just waiting for this all to be over. If hewas been higher up in the pharmaceutical chain he wouldn't have had to deal with all the paranoid idiots rushing to get the vaccine as if it was a matter of seconds untill they would be struck down by the virus. If he waslower in the food chain then at least he could stay at the sidelines doing simple stocking and other minor chores. Once again being in the middle made his life harder.

Being the red-headed middle child of the family had made him the least important of the kids, at least in his eyes. His older brother had always been admired by his parents for his sports accomplishments and his younger brother was the spoiled one. His good grades at school had never been quite high enough to impress his parents and they weren't enough to get him a better position. Now he was stuck fending off the frightened masses who all wanted the cure he possessed. He didn't even see himself getting a bonus for putting up with this crap...

After being disgusted by these people so much, he didn't even want the shot. He welcomed the virus if it would mean getting away from this society of paranoid drones. Little did he know that this decision would be a life-saving one.

Waking up the nextmorning he dreaded going to work, but the bills overrided his hatred for his job. Back at the counter he was welcomed once agian by the sight of a line of people wrapping around the building. Going through the motions he gave people their shots and moved onto the next frightened person. It was amazing how people just took the word that the cure was here and that it worked. He bet that none of them knew a thing about the vaccine. He didn't even know anything about it nor did he care. His opinion meant nothing to the people. He was just their tool.

The monotany was broken up by a customer collapsing in the back of the store. Amazingly enough there was someone in the store who wasn't there for the shot. Running to see what was wrong Dylan recognized a lady he had vaccinated yesterday.

"Mam, are you alright?" Dylan asked.

There was no response.

Confused, he placed two of his fingers on her neck to check for a pulse. There was none.

Panicking, he immediately shouted for an ambulance.

"Is anyone here certified to perform CPR?" He asked desperately.

"I am" offered a man in line to get vaccinated.

The man rushed over and began the procedure. He counted out the number of compressions and breathed as standard procedure. After about a minute the woman began breathing again. Relieved the man sat next to the woman waiting to see her come to. Her eyes opened and darted around the room before coming to a stop on the man who had performed CPR.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Still no response, but instead the woman layed there staring at the man. THen out of nowhere she lunged and bit him right on the neck, hitting a major vein. Everyone was too paralyzed to react at first and they stood in horror as the woman ripped her savior apart.

Tom Arkin was sitting in the drivers seat of an ambulance. Today was the first day in years that he was actually perfectly rested for. As of 1:50pm yesterday Tom's life has become so much easier. After so many years they had finally done it. They have cured the new strain of ebola virus that has plagued the world. The flu itself was mankinds salvation...or so at least it seemed to be. Tom's partner Cody Paro walks out of the hospital and climbs into the passanger seat of the ambulance.

"Alright we are aloud to grab a bite to eat but we are on call.", Cody informs Tom.

"Sounds good to me. Where do you want to go?", Tom asks.

"I don't know. I am in the mood for barbeque.", Cody replys.

"Ah, well I know the best barbeque place", Tom says and starts the ambulance.

"Is that so...which barbeque place is the best?", Cody asks.

"Smokey Pigs", Tom replys with a smile and drives off...

Dylan passes off the feinted woman to a fellow spectator and runs to grab the fire extinguisher. He never thought he would have to use the thing, let alone for what he was about to do. Extinguisher in hand, he rushes back to the psychotic woman and wacks her over the head with the extinguisher. Shifting her attention away from the man, the woman sets her eyes on Dylan and rushes at him. Prepared unlike the poor man who had just tried to help, Dylan pulls back his arms and bashes the fire extinguisher into the womans head with all his might. This time she didn't get back up.

Looking outside, he notices other people falling to the ground. Something has gone horribly wrong.

Without time to think what to do next, Dylan realizes that the man is now moving despite being terrribly mualed. Something isn't right. The man slowly gets up and darts his eyes around the room. His eyes finally set on a woman who is still standing in shock at whats happened. Dylan realizing whats going on rushes the man with the extiguisher and knocks him to the ground. Seeing the man start to move again, Dylan starts bashing at his head with the extinguisher to the point where his face is totally unrecognizable.

Everyone in the room is stunned, including Dylan. Standing in shock, no one knows what to do. They are still trying to get over what has just happened.

Outside Dylan sees fights breaking out all over. They aren't normal fights though. There is a animousity about the attackers that isn't human. Fumbling around for his keys, Dylan rushes over to the door.

"Everyone who can needs to get inside quickly cause I am shutting down. Waiting for the line to file in, Dylan stands and tries to pick out anyone who looks as though they had been attacked. After not seeing any red flags, he shuts the door and locks everyone in.

"Hey what the hell are you doing? Are you trying to get us fired? We are supposed to be OPEN right now!" shouted John, the guy Dylan was working with.

"Were closed now." replied Dylan.

Dane woke up and stared at the ceiling. He sat up in his bed and wiped away the sweat from his eyes. "Oh man I'm still here." he saidto himself in a rueful tone. Dane was eighteen years old with long brown curling hair. He was average height about five foot ten, muscular but still slightly pudgy. He looked around his dingy hotel room. "Just a one day trip." He said sarcastically. Heturned the tv on and walked to the bathroom and took a piss. The news anchor talked on and on about the new miracle cure. He put on blue jeans and a t-shirt with the Autobot insignia on the front. "Yea yea, every day something else is going to kill you." He picked up his pocket knife and wallet and placed them into his pockets. Dane looked over to the table in the corner and saw a 9mm glock. "Don't want to leave this." He said as he stuffed the pistol into a backpack that he then shouldered.

Dane was the younger of two brothers. His older brother ,Ed, had an interest in firearms, and that was why Dane was in the city to begin with. Ed bought the pistol off of one of his drinking buddies who had recently moved from the countryside to the city. Unfortunately, his buddy forgot to give him the pistol before he left. Ed had work that he couldn't get out of so he sent Dane in his place to retrieve and return the gun. The riots for the cure and the non-moving traffic had trapped Dane for the night. "Time to get some food." Dane said as he walked to the tv. "The news is always depressing." He said as he turned it off and picked up the room key from the top of the tv. Dane walked out the door and checked out. He was determined to get out of the city by the end of the day.

The line moved ever so slow. But Jax kept his pacents. Every four or five minutes the line move up one person. Jax had made it around the building and was half way there. Suddenly there was shouting not far behind Jax. Two people were yelling at each other about who had what spot in line. Louder and louder they got and then on through a punch and caught the other in the face. The assaulted man stumbled back a few feet and then charged the other man. He tackled him to the ground and started nailing the man in the stomach time and time again. Jax started toward them but two cops ran up and pulled them off each other. Jax sighed and went to get back in his spot. But the man that had been behind him help up his arm.

"I don't think so kid. You stepped out of line...so you lost your spot." the man sad with an angered tone. Jax didn't even want to bother so he took the spot behind the man. After all he was already late for work...so he was in no hurry.

Dane walked to the nearest diner a place called "Smokey Pigs" and took the booth in the corner, setting his backpack next to him on the seat. The place was nearly empty except for a few people drinking their coffee and watching the news very intently.Afterten minutes of waiting, a middle aged and very tired woman walked over to his table. She wore a blue waitress uniform with a name-tag that said Mable. "I'm sorry for the wait, but everyone else is out getting their shots, and we're a little short handed." Mable said in as cheery a tone as she could muster. "What'll you be having?" "I'll take the ribs." Dane replied vacantly as he noticed that a large number of people were running down the street. "Will that be it?""Yea... that'll be it." He said as police officers began running in the opposite direction of the crowd. Mable walked to the kitchen to give the order to the chefs, leaving Dane alone. "Ahh the city. What a wonderful place." Dane waited for a half an hour for the food, but no food arived and no one even came out of the kitchen. The sound of plates crashing came from the kitchen followed by a scream, but the scream came from the alley beside the diner. Dane looked around and realized that none of the other people there had heard the scream over the sound of breaking plates. A second cry came from the alley, this time fainter, and in the sound of a cry of help.He didn't like getting involved in other people's business, but this sounded serious enough to warrant his attention. Dane shouldered the backpack and ran toward the cry while swearing under his breath.

Tom had just came to a stop. Smoke from the tires raised up into the air. They sat in the middle of an intersection. A car had nearly plowed into them but just missed. The car didn't stop...it didn't even slow down apart from hitting the curb. Tom was still catching his breath. His heart was running rampid.

"What the heck was that?", Cody asks still catching his breat as well.

"I don't know. I am just glad that didn't turn out the way I thought it would." Tom replys.

"Yeah...I know what you mean. It's people like that that keep us busy.", Cody says.

"I swear some people these days.", Tom says and starts driving again.

"You still hungry?", Cody asks.

"No...not really", Tom replys.

"Well I am. In fact I am starvin. That whoole incident jus made me think of food even more.", Cody states with half a smile.

"Man you are weird." Tom says.

They pull into the Jack in the Box parking lot and park. They climb out of the ambulance and make thier way into the restraunt. Cody spots the cashier as they enter. A beautiful long blond hair girl that looked as if she was still in highschool. He checks her out and then her gase catchs his. For a moment they sit there stairing at each ohter. Tom nudges Cody. As Cody looks away the girl lets off a smile.

"What?", Cody asks.

"I know what you are thinking. But sh is way to young man...she looks like she is still in highschhool.", Tom replys.

"You don't know that though. She may be in colidge for all you know. Besides even if she is still in highschool if shes eighteen she is fair game.", Cody says with a great big old smile.

"Oh yeah...", Tom says. Tom walks up to the cashier.

"Hey how old might you be?", Tom asks.

"I am sixteen and my name is Lisa.", She replys without even a moments hesitation. Cody grunts under his breath and Tom lets off a victorious smile. The two order and take a seat. The owner comes out of his office and starts to make their food. SuddenlyTom's radio comes to life.

"Well that was short lived.", Tom states. Tom hops up and heads out to the ambulance with Cody right behind him. They jump in and speed off...

Johnny woke up in the bathtub.

"DUUUUDE IM SO HUNG OVER, WHERE AM I DUDE?"

he quickly looked around to find out he was at his buddy billy's after a wild night of booze, weed, and women.

"Hey dude, dude, where are you dude?"

Billy was no where to be found. So for now. Johnny played some Call of duty 4 on billy's Xbox 360 for a couple of hours.

Lath cotinued working his masterpiece. He worked so well that no one had to wait more than a minute to get through the intersection. He worked so fast that there was almost no traffic. He signaled the cars in the turning lane to go and moments later got two of the straigh aways going. He was truly perfect at even the smallest tasks. But nothing could prepare him for what was about to happen. There was a loud screech of in the distance followed by a crash. Lath stopped the traffic and started in the direction of the noise. But the noise was heading his way. It was a van and it swirved up onto the side walk hit a building and bounced back into the road heading straight for Lath. Not even a moment later Lath had his gun out and he was aiming at the drives side front tire. Lath pulled the trigger. The sound of his gun echoed for blocks. The tire on the van popped and it went spining out of controll. It passed by Lath so close that he could feel the rush of the wind. The van slamed head on into a building and a young man flew out of the windsheild and splattered on the side of the building. Lath lowerd his gun and cautously made his way to the van. He aproached the drivers door and opened it. There was a young woman seat belted in. The air bag had deployed and did its job but she was covered in blood. She was barly concous and crying at the same time. Lath holsterd his gun and pulled out his walky. But before he could say anything he heard screams coming from the direction the van came from. Moments later a mob of people came running by as if they were running for their lives. Lath tryed to stop someone to find out what was going on but no one even batted an eye. They just kept on running. A rather built man was running by Lath...but Lath was through messing around. Lath grabbed the man by the collar and yanked him to the ground.

"Sir whats going on?", Lath asks.

"I...I don't know...they have gone mad.", the man replys half whimpering.

"Who are they?", Lath asks. But before the man could answere more screaming filled the air. Lath looked up for a moment and then back down. "Stay with the woman.", Lath ordered. Without a second more wasted Lath got to his feet and started in the direction of the screaming. On his way he raidioed in what had just happened and he asked for backup. But there was no responce. Lath would have to worry about that later. Right now he had bigger things on his hands...

Dane rounded the corner to see a man clawing at a woman who was lying on the ground. She was screaming and attempting to keep thederanged man at bay. Dane couldn't control himself, he sprinted toward the man and planted his shoe directly on his temple, sending him rolling down the alley way. Dane looked down at the woman who was very bloody and covered in scratch marks. "Are you all right?" he asked concerned. "Yea, I think so." she replied after being gravely silent for a period of twenty seconds. "Can you walk?" "Yea... I can walk." she replied still bewildered by the attack. "Look out!" Dane tried to look behind him, but not before a hand clutched a handfull of his hair. He was being slowly dragged back by the iron grip. Dane reached into his pocket and fumbled for his knife. Hecut the hair off at the root leaving a large patch of missing hair on the back of his head. He turned around to see the man tumble over from the loss of his grip. He slowly raised up allowing Dane to fully see the attacker. He was excessively thin as if disease had robbed him of his bodily nutrients leaving nothing more than a barely covered skeleton. The man had tattered clothing the style of which indicated he was homeless. The man continued to shuffle toward Dane. Dane backed away as he saw a massive chunk of flesh missing from his neck, leaving bone and throat showing. "Dear God, I know what this is." Dane said as he looked into the man's dead eyes. "Tell me if your alive! Are you alive!?" Dane said brandishing the knife that rested in his hand. "Say something if you are human!" Dane said half believing he was crazy. The man responded with onlya singular low moan as he lunged mouth open toward Dane. On instinct Dane stabbed the knife deep into his attackers eye leaving him limp and motionless as he fell to the ground. Dane reached into his backpack and retrieved a shirt that he immediately ripped a strip off of. He wrapped the strip of cloth around his mouth and nose and tied it in the back. He then produced a pair of aviator sunlasses from the pack and placed them on. Next he turned his attention to the body. He placed his left foot on the mans skull as he ripped the knife from his skull sending a spray of blood up Dane's chest and into his now protected face. He wiped off the blade on his jean leg and placedthe knifeback in his pocket. He returned his attention to the woman who was now leaning against the alley wall starring in horror at Dane. Dane walked over to the woman. "Did he bite you?" he asked bluntly. "No, no I don't think so. He just clawed me." she replied. "Why did you stab that man in the head?"
"Because if I stabbed him in the chest he would of gotten up a few seconds later."
"What the hell are you talking about, what is going on?"
"I've seen enough zombiemovies to know what's happening."
"Surely you can't be serious, zombies?"
Dane pulled down his mouth covering and said with a smile, "I am one hundred percent serious, and don't call me Shirley."

"Are you losing it Dylan? You want us to both get fired? WHY ARE YOU LOCKING UP THE STORE!" John continued his tiraid.

"Look outside. Look at all the fighting going on." Dylan said.

"I see it, but thats how it was yesterday." John replied, confused as to where Dylan was going with this.

"Look again and look closer this time. Notice anything different?" Dylan asked.

Looking closer John saw what Dylan had been getting at. These weren't normal fights. People were mauling eachother beyond recognition. Glancing around he saw a victim who had been mauled get right back up on their feet and proceed to go after another victim.

"Yeah, they are acting weird like that man and that woman." John answered.

"I think we may have a new epidemic on our hands. This kind of violence isn't natural. I think we all need to stay in here and try and get a grasp on whats going on." Dylan suggested, his tall but skinny physique makin him an unlikely leader.

"I am gonna go check the news in the back and see if theres any interesting information that might help us figure out whats going on." John said, making his way to the back of the store.

"Alright, you do that and I will try and get things ordered here. First off, I need anyone who has been in a fight with anyone recently to come over and see me. I am not going to do anything rash, but I need to check out and see who has been hurt." Dylan ordered.

A small group of people came over and Dylan looked them over. Everyone had been in good shape untill he came across a young boy. There was a nice gash on his arm.

"What happened to you?" Dylan asked with concern.

"I got into a fight at school." the young boy responded nervously.

"Did the person bite you?" Dylan asked. He began sterilizing the wound.

"....yes." the boy replied weakly.

Dylans heart sank. If his hunch was correct the kid might turn into a monster soon.

"Well whats your name?" Dylan asked. He put on antibiotic cream and began wrapping the dressing on the wound with surgical tape. All these supplies courtesy of the pharmacy.

"Timmy." the boy responded.

"Alright Timmy, did you come here with a parent?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah, my mom." Timmy answered.

"Can you take me to your mom?"

"Sure."

Timmy lead the way to a surprisingly young looking woman with long, curly red hair and a beautiful soft face.

"This is my mom." Timmy said.

"Hi, nice to meet you mam. My name is Dylan" Dylan introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Teresa." the woman introduced herself.

"I need you to keep a good eye on your boy for me mam." Dylan said with a look in his eyes that clued the lady in to just what Dylans fear was.

"I will." She said.

"And Tim, I need you to let me and your mom know if you feel weird at all or don't feel good, ok?" Dylan asked.

"I will." the young boy replied obediantly.

Dylan went back to checking the people for wounds.

Cole finally made it to his mothers house. He slamed on the breaks and slid to a stop inches from hitting his mothers house. Cole yanked the emergancy break up and scrambled out of his car. He made his way to the front door and through it open.

"Mom...", Cole yelled with all his might but there was no answere. The door to his mothers bedroom was shut. Someone was in the room and they were making alot of noise. "Mom?", Cole asked with a slight whisper. Moments later whoever was in the room started beating on the door. Cole ran to the door and opened it but it wasn't his mother, it was her neighboor...or at least what was left of him. He was torn to shreads. Drenched in blood and a few of his guts were hanging out. The man should be dead, but he was still alive. It was impossible. This had to be a nightmare. The man let out a moan and grapped Cole. The man opened his mouth and tried to bite down on Cole but he caught Cole's nametag instead. Cole freaked and threw the man back into the room and slammed the door. The man started beating at the door with all his might. Cole's heart was racing. Suddenly a loud noise came from the kitchen. Cole made his way to the kitchen to find his mother spralled out on the floor. She was bleeding from what seemed to be a bite mark on her arm.

"Mom.", Cole yelled and kneeled down by her side. Her eyes were hazy and almost blank.

"It...its the cure Cole...the cure...it...its the cure. It changes you...it...", she mustard her last sentance of her life. Moments later she died. Cole was speachless. He couldn't belive it, he just couldn't. Then it hit him all at once. His best friend Jax was about to get the cure. He couldn't allow this monstrousity to take another person he cared about. Colee snatched the phone and fummbled with it for a moment. Then he finnally managed to dail Jax's number. After a few rings it went to voicemail. Cole dropped the phone. He was to late. He fell back onto the floor and started to cry. His world had just fallen apart right before his eyes. There was nothing he could do, except wait for the inevitable.

Jax held his phone in his hand. He had one missed call. He glanced up and saw a cop. The cop motioned for him to put his phone away. So he did. Jax was finally almost there. Mr. Stevins was next for his shot and after four other people Jax would be getting his. A cop car pulled up and two cops stepped out. The cops walked over to a staff member he informed them that they were nearly out of the shots. They had nine left. The cops nodded and counted out the next nine people in line.

"Alright people supplies have run short so everyone past this point needs to go home or head to another location.", one of the cops informed everyone. Everyone broke out yelling and screaming. Jax tryed to ignore it, he had nothing to worry about for he was about to get the shot. He couldn't stop thinking about his little brother. His brother had fallen ill a month ago and was hospitalised not long after. He had a nearly died a week ago but thanks to a miricale he made it. And now thanks to another miricale he was going to be just fine. Mr. Stevins stepped up and they started preping him for the shot. Mr. Stevins had made it. He fought the illness and won. They nurse injected the cure into Mr. Stevins. Instintly he felt a hundered percent better. He smilled and took in a long breath of relief. Mr. Stevins started back for his car and spotted Jax on his way. He nodded at Jax as he walked by. All the sudden it hit Mr. Stevins, as if death himself was there. Mr. Stevins crumpled to the ground. Jax heard him fall and turned to face him. Jax ran over to Mr. Stevins side. Mr. Stevins was in shock. His body was flailing around. Jax grab hold of him and tried to restrain him.

"Someone help.", Jax yelled. Moments later one of the cops ran up. The cop tried radioing in for an ambulance but got no responce. Jax tryed calling with his cellphone but the lines were busy.

"Come on help me get him to my car I will take him.", the cop half ordered. Jax helped carry Mr. Stevins to the car. They put Mr. Stevins in the back. The cop got in and started the car.

"I am coming as well.", Jax stated.

"Alright get in.", the cop said. Jax got in the passinger seat and they took off toward the hospital...

"We need to get to Wal-Mart or something like that, do you know where the nearest one is?" Dane asked the woman. "I think there's one three blocks down that way, but I should be getting to a hospital." she said as she started walking away. Dane reached out and grabbed the womans arm. "Wait! Don't go to the hospital. That is the last place you want to go." She turned to him looking confused. This was the first time that he noticed what she actually looked like. She looked to be about nineteen years old, skinny not overly, rather in an athletic way. She had blonde hair and blue eyes with a beautiful face. Dane cleared his throat,"Those scratches aren't deep enough to need immediate medical attention. And hospitals will be the first place to be overrun."
"Then what do you suppose we do." she replied somewhat annoyed.
"Come with me, we can help each other." Three police officers armed with rifles ran by.
"All right." She looked down. "You can let go of my arm now."
"Oh sorry." Dane said letting go. "We're going to need supplies... and weapons."
"Weapons?"
"Trust me, were going to need them."
"What's your name?"
"Dane, you?"
"Jaime."
"Nice to meet you Jaime, now, were losing precious time; and panic will set in soon." Dane said as he walked toward the direction of the store.

meanwhile in the other side of the globe where events have spread more rapidly than anywhere else, a journalist for the nationwaide neawspaper was covering everything. his name.....Gary wisper...he red the news on the internet talking about the antidote, he immediatly knew what was the cause of the incident on his country.
He rushed to the news "HQ" with hopes of finding someone alive, nothing was left. The only thing that he can do know is to cover his story by himself.
3 days have passed, he has barricaded himself on the roof of the news "HQ" hoping to spot a chopper passing but nothing appeared he continued taking pics of the "dead" walking below killing any survivors who passed by. He took pics for hours until he ran out of batteries.
he knew that if hewanted to survive he had to find a way out and fast with hopes of finding survivors in his way. The story wasnt primordial now, all he wants is to get out of there in one piece...

jim lives a secluded life in the woods. he testified against a gang leader and was relocated there as a part of the witness relocation program. he hasn't heard about the vaccine yet, or even the plague.

one afternoon, he sat in the front room cleaning his .30-06 when he heard someone pounding at his door. always afraid of being found, he never opens the door. instead, he goes to the side window to have a look at who's knocking. a man in his late 20's is standing there, a cougar is 20 feet behind him.

jim laughs to himself, "this will be funny!"

as the cougar gets closer to the man, a woman drops from seemingly nowhere and starts wrestling with cougar. it looks like she's trying to eat it. this gives the man enough time to run away. the cougar strikes the women down and leaves her to chase after the man.

"who would be stupid enough to take on a cougar?" jim wonders aloud.

the women bolts up and stares at jim through his window. her pupils are dialated as big as her eyes will allow them to. her gaze is as cold as ice. she suddenly runs at him and breaks through the window, catching jim off guard and tackling him. he struggles to get her off him.

"i don't want to hurt you but i will if i have to!" jim yells.

he pulls his .9mm pistol out of his side holster. the women charges him again and he shoots her in the leg. she goes down then crawls towards him, forcing him to deliver a shot to the head and kill her.

"what the **** is going on?" jim mutters as he goes to his room for more ammo.

He sells

She sells

Sea Shells

PWNT 8)

Caleb Pritchard get up off of his couch. the afternoon breeze caresses his longish black hair. the window, just barely open gave a surprising gust of wind. Caleb walked over to his bathroom, a bleak room with a cold light. he picked up the razor and was just about toshave his stubble beard when he remembered about his keys.

"Oh yeah, left me keys at the pub"

So Caleb put on his leather jacketput onhis army-style boots and head for the pub, leaving his house with the door slightly open for the fear that he might not find his keys and head for the "three-pints pub".

The door slammed open and Caleb walked through the door, a friendly warm voice spoke: "mornin' Caleb"

"its 4 o'clock in the afternoon" said Caleb

"well i want to say morning. saves me from remembering to say all the others" answered the man.

"yes well, you havent seen my keys have you?'' asked Caleb

"as a matter of fact yes i have. here they are." the man handed a large bunch of keys to Caleb.

"Cheers mate!" Said Caleb greatfully while patting the man on the back. "while im hear ill have meself a pint!"

While the man filled a glass, Caleb looked up at the television. the news was on. "hear of that virus in america Phil? Some kind of 'Zombie epidemic'. My cousin Dylan lives in america hope hes alright."

there was no answer.

"Phil?"

As Caleb finished off the remaining the remaining honey-coloured liquid in his glass he saw the reflection of a man standing behind him. he swivled his chair around only to come face to face with a man so pale that Caleb jumped.

"blimey ya startled me mate!" Caleb said with an almost friendly voice.

the smil on his face slowly faded as he saw the being that was standing in front of him. The man had blood stains all over his clothes. he was a ghostly white colour.

At this point Caleb got up and pushed the man. the man fell and started to squirm on the floor. Caleb felt sick. the smell the man laid off was a putrid smell of death. the smell bunt the inside of his nostrils.

Caleb ran outside and heard a gunshot a police man stood gun-in-hand infront of another pale man. the policeman had shot him in the leg, but the man kept goin and bit and the policeman in theshoulder a large arch of blood spewed from the policemans shoulder-neck area.

Caleb ran.

John was playing Gears of War at 7 in the morning frantically trying to finally beat the last level before he had to attend his classes. As always the the leader of the Locust wouldn't go down without a fight, one that would involve several thousand rounds of munitions. John having his trustly torgue bow at his side ran out full speed into what was surely certain death. The phone rings, John justs ignores it and focuses on putting more lead into the good General. It keeps ringing.

"Damnit, as soon as I unpause the game he's going to rip my face off."

He answers, it's his mother,

"John? Is that you? Don't say anything and just do what I tell you, John, get to your car and head to your aunt Jennie's house, do it NOW. Just get out of there as quickly as you can and drive, you hear me John? Oh and I love you Johnny."

"Wait, mom whats wrong? Mom...mom?"

The phone goes dead. He starts to pace back and forth.

"S***, s***, s***, s***. WTF is going on?"

John grabs his duffle bag from out of his closet and throws in some clothes, food, water and his emergency stash of money. Aunt Jennie's was about a day and a half drive away in the Rocky Mountains. He grabs his keys and heads towards his car, on his way out he get nailed by door 117, his friend Will's door.

"Will? Man you just broke my nose"

"Sorry about that, but hey we got to get out of town, there are reports all over the news of an evacation. Something big is going down and we got to get the heck out of here."

John starts to leave but Will stops him

"Hey, my cousin was going to pick me up but he's all the way in Rocksburg, he won't be here for awhile can I get a ride?"

"Sure, but I'm going to my aunt Jennie's."

"Really? Hell, I'm a big boy my parents won't care and you know I loooove your aunt Jennie"

John pulls out of the parking lot, the roads are jammed pack with car all going towards the interstate.

"Hey I know a shortcut" says Will

"Yeah?"

"Look all these cars are headed south towards the highway but you can cut through the woods north of here get into Boulderville and get on the highway there. The population over theres only like 200 people so you know, it probably won't be as packed"

"You sure?'

"Yeah man"

John takes his advice and starts heading north. They were about halfway there when they heard honks, they were both distracted when a figure rushed out infront of the car. John didn't have enough time to react, he slammed the brakes and felt a body hit the car.

"Dude, did I just...did i just hit someone?"

"God damn, you did"

They get out of the car to see John just hit a girl, they look around to see the traffic has stopped, people got out of their cars to look...to stare at them. John looks alway from them and onto one awfully pale girl. He puts two fingers on her neck to see if she has a pulse, yes she was alive, a wave of relif came over him.

"I'm not going to go to jail for teh rest of my life" he thought

Suddenly, they hear a terrible shriek that leaves their heads pounding. Out of no where a horde of people engulf the dazed onlookers standing next to their cars. Limbs go flying through the horde as one by one as the people are run down and eaten.

"Get in the car" yells John

"What? Wait what about the girl?

"Grab her and lets go. Crap those things are coming this way"

Will dumps her in the backseat and John stumps the acceleration.

After finishing up inspecting the people who had been involved in fights, Dylan was left with only 3 people who had been wounded, 1 being little Timmy. It was relieving to know there were only 3 possibly infected people.

"This thing is breaking out everywhere! I can't believe this is happening!" John exclaimed as he returned from checking the news in the back.

"Any helpful info?" Dylan asked.

"Not really. This outbreak is very new. I wonder what caused it. I can't think of how a virus like this could spread so fast..." John said, trailing off towards then end.

It only took a second for it to hit Dylan as to what the cause was. Just yesterday the vaccine had been introduced and people all over were rushing in mass to the pharmacies for the vaccine. He had possibly helped in the extinction of the human race.

"Who here has gotten the vaccine?" Dylan asked.

This time there was a larger group raising their hands. About a 3rd of the people had gotten the vaccine. Dylan knew they were in trouble now.