Wave after wave of endless, mindless reanimations.
Thats what we call 'em.
Reanimations.
Homosapia-Respora-Reanimatus.
Dead matter, reanimated throught the fusion of Deresterium and Oxygen in the blood stream.
The viral compound known as the Derestration was developed the Geltinsh Hutar Corporation. Initially developed to revive only the reporductive cells of newly extinct animal species. the Derestration fell into the solid, trusworthy hands of the millitary.
Millitia actually.
I don't think the army created a cell altering bio-weapon and just "accidentally" dropped it on City Hall and 4 major Political Locations across the island.
Everyone alive assumes it was an act of terrorism..
Anyone who might know the truth is either dead or living dead.
The ultimate weapon.
Ironic isn't it?
what was a cure for death became the cancer of life.
89% of the cornified layer of your skin begins to act as a catalyst of some sort that actually starts of process of external digestion.
Your skin eats itself.
Brain matter melts and various muscle structures reform themselves to that of a quadropod.
The central nervous system is probably the only existing human affiliation after the full "transformation".
You become a zombie.
A fucking out-of-those-damn-movies zombie.
But unfortunately, unlike in the movies, these reanimations are fast.
They're really fast.
And strong.
Fucking-from hell-strong.
And they're covering my horizon.
We're holed up in a 7 storey building. Looks like an abandoned Apartment block.
When i say we, i mean Rachel, Rassa , Big Joe, Lizer "Laz" Derke and Seth "Maddy" Pertor
and me.
Nate Marans.
The unofficial leader.
The loser that suggested we fight till help arrives.. .
The "grown ups", public bureaucrats, fucking fled the country when the first bomb hit. We were in school. Schools are in the school district. The Centralized Commonwealth relocated every school in the country to the E7 Zone, a north-western district in the island that was dedicated to education and nothing else. No malls, no cinemas, no nothing. Just schools, schools and an occasional McDonalds that was controlled by the richer schools.
Out of the 720 students that survived the bombs, only the seven of us had the balls to fight back. The rest are holed up in an abandoned Millitary barrack 2 klicks from our present location. Thats where we got all our munitions from.
Thats right.
We wern't exactly unarmed.
We wern't exactly helpless.
The last i checked we had 34 SAR-23s.
3 GD XM312 50.cal Machine Guns.
2 ChayTac Intervention 408 Sniper Rifles.
45 crates of 5.56 round ammo.
30 crates of .45 caliber MG rounds.
24 crates of GRL 9mm rounds.
30 crates of 50.cal GRL rounds.
17 crates of .408 CheyTac rounds for the snipes.
That was just the general weapons.
We each carried individual side arms.
The girls all had a Beretta 93R as a Sidearm.
Rachel has two, plus another Walther p99.
Rassa has a waist-slung Mac-10.
Us guys got happy with a Desert Eagle Mark XX each.
They're a little old, but Joe suggested we needed more "punch" than the girls.. .
Laz has an additional customized Bersa Thunder that he stole from his dead dad's reanimated body..
Seth has two extra Beretta 93s like the girls'.
Big Joe, perfect for his size, has a classic Spas-12 which he managed to salvage from another dead-living army officer.
And me, i've got a pair of customized dual FN Five-seveNs.
Custom black with SureFire sights and extended laser points.. .
If i was the leader, dosen't it make sense that i should have the coolest guns?
Thats what Rassa suggested anyways.. .
Besides, i found the 5-7s. ..
So yeah.. .
Its a classic situation.
Right out of a comic book.
Six 18 year olds, armed to the teeth, holed up in a building and surrounded by Dead matter that lives to feed on the living.
This was war, wether we like it or not.
This was war.
So we fight.. .
To be continued...
