The Dead Zone

Chapter 1

Four years ago some virus took the world by storm. To be honest nobody knows where it came from, only what happened after you got it. Within five minutes a fever sets in with chills. After 10 minutes you start vomiting, and your eyes become blood shot. At 15 minutes you enter a comatose state and after 20 you're dead. Once your dead it's give or take around 30 seconds before you get back up and start eating anything still breathing. The virus wasn't species specific either, anything living that was scratched, bitten, or ingested infected material was gonna turn into one of them. After the virus was practically walking the streets, the government came up with "Project Peacekeeper". It was supposed to be a super soldier program to combat the virus. At first it was a somewhat success. Subjects were shown to have enough strength to lift small cars and push vans and SUVs around with relative ease. On top of that they had enhanced senses and reaction time. Of course the success didn't last long. Most people couldn't handle the stress of the procedure and while these test subjects were now somewhat immune to the virus, they began to drop in numbers due to being outnumbered by waves of the undead. Soon they began taking people off the streets that they thought no one would miss to restore the ranks. Me and my sister Terri were an example of these acts of desperation. Our parents had died in the initial surge of the virus. We'd been living out on the streets since. The grabbed us outside in an alley we had had made the mistake of going down. Turns out our luck was only downhill from there. Who ever was heading this project decided something more efficient was needed and got it approved to up the dosage they gave us of whatever they were giving people. It didn't go well, as far as I know only ten or twenty out of a hundred people survived. It gave us abilities we shouldn't have. After that we lived on the run. The government wanted to cover up this failure and discovering what gave us the extra abilities by hunting down the survivors and dissecting them. Seeing how they could push their powers to the limit. We managed to escape and have lived like that since. Now the world is pretty much dead. Wild life runs rampant throughout the former skyscrapers of cities. Most people who survived live constantly on the move. Making permanent residences wasn't the best  anymore because anyone who hangs around one area for too long runs a high risk of attracting a horde. The only ones who live comfortably are the government and the former wealthiest who holed up in a massive fortress somewhere around D.C. They live in comfort while the rest of us are forced to struggle with the plague and it's army of hell's rejects. As for me and my sister we're currently hiding in a two story suburban home somewhere in Georgia. In a way the events that took course over the next few months could be sourced to this point in time. And this is where the story begins.