Day 1 0730 hours

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They had laughed they had all laughed, heck some one even called the crazy farm, but I'm not crazy no not at all, now look at them all dead or dieing. My name is Ben Cook, I woke up this morning to find the thing I had been preparing for had become real, well almost real. Zombies roamed the streets, houses burned and gas stations exploded as gunfire broke the early morning silence. Yet I'm am prepared and I will survive I will not let the human race fall to these, these zombies. Is that what they are, are the living dead walking, or has some crazed virus been set upon us by those blood* terrorists either way I'm immune so that means other that tested that new "secret vaccine" would be alive to. Ill say something else later right now I'm going to head to attic to check my supplies.
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After pocketing the Dictaphone I headed upstairs to the room I called Humanity's last hope. I chuckled at how silly the name was after all what hope has one man got against the population of the earth?
**Flashback**
377 days before Z day."Cashier number four please" God I hated that voice, I took my place in line with my six shopping trolleys filled with batteries, lighters, matches, long life food, bottled water and enough medical supplies to fix up the whole of New York. The cashier gave me a weird look but I did not worry as I new I would need each and every one of these items."Your total e mount is $900 dollars sir, paper or plastic?" The cashier saidI didn't reply, instead I just handed over my American express card, paid and left.
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Day 1 3:20 pm
**START RECORDING**Well this is dull,actually thats a lie I've destroyed the staircase and moved everything up stairs in revers order of course, so now I'm at the top of a 3 story building with at least a twenty foot drop to the floor and none of these leaping buggers have got that high yet from what I can see [a loud scream followed by several sets of feet running is heard] OH SH*T I had better be quiet now. There right below me now and they are not moving quickly if only I had my rifle, F*** my rifle its at the gun store.
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4:25pm Well the zombies if that is what they are, are are gone now and the street is quiet at times. I reckon now or soon would be a good time to head out and see what supplies I can gather.
**FLASHBACK**
235 days till Z Day"Hey Ben you going out hunting zombies?""Gonna catch us a live one today?""Hey Ben. Ben""WHAT" I yelled, i was used to this kind of taunting but it normally died down after about a minuet and it was only kids not adults that did the taunting but, no not today."Err you dropped you're hat." It was Elsa, and her twin brother Fred."Oh thanks" I muttered as I picked up my hat."You are still coming to lunch on Sunday yeah?""Sunday, right I'll be there.""Good now you look after you're self out in those woods ok!""Sure I will, I'll see you on Sunday.""Don't forget again""I won't. Bye""Bye"Elsa she and her brother where the only nice people in this street, they seemed to understand what it meant to me to go out into the woods each week even though they don't know what I'm doing out there, If 'Z Day' ever happens I'll make sure to find them.
**End Flashback**
Elsa and Fred, F***! I forgot again.

Cool, a bit short and it doesn't really have an ending... Is there more?

Other then the length its sweet.

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I also got another story i made right after I made this one. Its about how the virus was spread. PLEASE JUDGE THE BETTER STORY!!

Chapter 1
Containment

Jonathan Zito has been working in a secret classified virologist Containment center in the heart of Los Angeles for five years studying on new experiments. The Chemicals contained a mutanagine virus that alters the hosts chromosome structure on a cellular level giving off a rabid psychosis effect.
"Well what have we got here?" Dr. Jonathan Zito said flaking his goatee with his fingers looking into a water tank full of chemicals labeled 55G base in front.
"this is the chemicals which makes them schizophrenic" replied his assistant George Templin.
George worked with Zito for years finding new viruses that they hidden from public in a secret corporation. George was very efficient with Zito's work and made sure everything went out right.
Robert stood and observed Zito's tired baggy eyes. Sleep has been scarce lately. After virologists have found new cell forming DNA they have been doing countless hours of work.
"So this is what keeps there hearts ticking, correct?" Zito asked curiously putting rubber latex gloves on reaching toward the capsule.
"Correct sir, they would simply die out without it. We will be doing human experiments in thirty minutes with this one."
Experiments so soon? Our lead Virologist Robert Jefferson better have those audio feeds in.
"Lets just hope it is not as bad as last weeks incident. Make sure we plant something in him first. We do not want another Greg incident going around"
The name of the last human volunteer experiment frightened Zito as he remembered last weeks incident where Virologists injected Their human test subject Greg Hudson with a new sample of what they now called "Fat Bastard". Hours after injected, Robert had gained extreme amount of weight within a short amount of time. The large obese specimen just wandered to the four inch thick glass. How stupid we are that we should have known the chemicals of methane was somehow mixed with a stronger effect on the multi gene dose, it slammed into the observation glass over and over until it exploded killing 3 virologists. Luckily, the mess was cleaned and reinforced, we learned another lesson on what we were capable of. Zito thought about how these monsters, if controlled could become weapons of destruction, and could be used as soldiers.

Zito Stood behind yet another but, thicker reinforced glass watching patiently as virologists injected the new chemical into the man whose name he forgot. He wasn't scared at all after they put a small piece of explosives the size of a Vitamin C pill, that when detonated could blow a human being from insides out. Precautions, precautions... So if it came to close as, shall we say twenty feet George would detonate it.
Zito grinned
...Now if this buddy makes one bad move he will become spaghetti before it comes anywhere near us.
The testing stage was about as long as a football field, filled out with rocks and plants. Camera's were placed everywhere and monitors were viewed in the observation room that Zito was now in. George was looking carefully to see if everything was in place. The virologists were now with us looking carefully at the specimen noticing spasms. The man's skin was darkening, and from the audio feed he was making low growls.
"It's working, he's getting up, phase complete!" George shouted mouth wide open, eyes of interest. He looked as the dark figure of a used to be human, but was still in the same shape head to toe, but now with darker skin.
...Beautiful.
"Let the cougars out, were going to see how strong he really is," said Jackson through the intercom. Two cages opened up in the field and two angry cougars popped out who looked vicious and hungry for a tasty snack.
...Seconds passed by as the cougars finally found there pray. The dark specimen Lunged hard and fast at the closest cougar letting out a loud shriek that had even frightened everyone in the observation room slashing violently at it ripping the turned cougar to shreds. The second cougar growled and leaped at the creature, but the creature jumped, as if it just flew in the air. The first cougar's organs were seen spread throughout the grass. Zito smiled at the picture of what he made.
...What a masterpiece, my beautiful creation. Finally, all of my time that I had gone through I have created something, not to big, or small, this one is a predator.
The third cougar was trying hard not to lose the hunter as it jumped rock to rock. Finally the cougar lost the hunter's path and stood it's ground.
"RARGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" The Hunter screamed. Landing on the cougar, the cougar and hunter rolled around scratching and biting lashing every blow possible. The hunter slashed at it's throat spraying blood all over the dark skin ending the Hunter 2 and Cougar 0...
...Beautiful! Just beautiful!

After hours of surveillance, the virologists decided to gas the place killing the specimen and retrieving more samples. George untucked his lab coat and walked with Dr. Jonathan.
"Everyone with the dose is infected differently with the mutanagine, it is interesting how you have found the exact transformation gene that has changed them completely different these past two weeks." George said opening the door to the lab. "Most of the ones just reacted with rage and a deformation of skin. Last weeks had a different side effect, same with this one. Meaning, if we were to just inject the normal dose, some of the infected amount is going to have different side effects while most will still just have the common rabid psychosis effect."
"And we must find out what side effects there are" Zito mentioned, combining liquids into a cylinder getting started for his next experiment. "We can't just give them the original dose, who knows how much people we'd have to go through to see different effects."
"What would happen if it got loose, I mean, we don't even know if it is air born?" George asked thinking of how crazy it could cause outdoors.
Zito glanced at Robert, eyes filled with anger.
"We are not amateurs, we are professional. This whole thing is contained, Sealed doors surround this facility. Nothing is going out, don't be worried, even the security guards have assault weapons," Zito said trying his best not to show his anger. Roberts eyes dropped down to his feet feeling how stupid he was to ask Zito of such nonsense.
What is Zito's problem, why is he filled with such anger? Could it be because of lost sleep?
"I was just asking what if it would happen sir... Anyways I need a break, I will be in the break room if you need me,"
George stepped out the hall walking past labs left to right. Finally, he reached the break room. The break room had a couple of tables, a TV, and pool table. The best place around to just chill out for a while. George sat on one of the chairs. Rubbing his hand through his short brown hair trying to relax.
He looked at me like I was stupid. What if it did go air bourn? Luckily we got masks and such.
Roberts thoughts went on and on at the "what if" situations until he finally drifted to sleep.


Brett Peters was the security guard at the containment center patrolled various sections of the facility. To make sure everybody was ok and no intruders have somehow came through undetected, he carried the company's issue, M4 assault rifle in case of any threat. Brett knew what experiments were going on and knew how dangerous things could happen. With his muscular built body he knew that he could still take them on just like anything else the company threw at him.
"Unngh!" moaned Brett walking through the entrance of the building.
"Morning Brett," his partner Jacob said standing at the doorway leading to the lab sections.
"What's for lunch today?" Brett asked following Jacob through the hall passing scientists wandered throughout the portion.
"Jessie says some chicken patties, and fruits. You know the cheap processed stuff they getting through here. Makes me wonder how they can afford such expensive equipment, but can't afford any good chow." Jacob grinned. Jacob was the kind of guy who always showed his sense of humor and jokes to pass the time, he wore his clothes completely unorganized from anyone else in the unit, his company standard security hat was backwards and his sleeves tucked out making him look like a sloppy teenager.
Oh boy, looks like he dyed his hair green again.
"Wonder what Dr. Strange is cooking up today?" Jacob said.
...Hopefully nothing
"Don't know, he has been making new things weekly." Brett replied feeling the chill from the hallway that came from the a/c.
Shouldn't have shaved my head, knowing how cold this place can get. Now my head is freezing.


"Yes!" Zito shouted holding up a new gene of the virus. The capsule contained shiny purple liquid like grape juice.
"George, schedule another meeting, we need a new specimen." Zito said over the phone.
"You find something new?" George asked.
"We shall see." Zito said.

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Hours later the George assembled the groups in the observatory room. On the stage virologists injected the purple chemical into the man, who seemed scared. As if he didn't want to be here.
Hmm... why is he whining? Did he volunteer? Could this corporation be kidnapping our human test subjects?
Minutes after injected, the man's muscles started growing and extending. It was as if he took to much steroids and his body was about to give. Through the speakers we could hear the man screaming. His voice loud and low. The muscles were expanding at a fast speed, veins sprouting like trees roots throughout the body giving an unimaginable sight. The used to be six foot man was now ten feet tall. Virologists gave wide eyed expressions as the creature finished his transformation.
"Umm sir?" George said with drips of sweat covering his face.
"Quiet!" Zito shouted.
The beast was getting closer and closer to the glass.
"Let the cougars out!" Shouted Jordan through the intercom.
The cougars which were twenty feet away from the beast ran toward it quickly. Coming to a complete stop, the cougars were now afraid of the beast that they underestimated as it grabbed a big chunk of rock and threw it at them, flattening them to a pancake. After the beast was finished it ran closer to the glass.
"Use the detonator!" Zito shouted at George who flipped the detonator antennae out clicking the red button.
The beast halted for moment as a chunk of muscle burst out of it's lower rib. Growling, the beast proceeded to the glass.
"It's coming!!" Zito screamed in horror, about to see how horrible his day was to come.

We'll judge them both How's that sound? LoL

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