A Transfur Outbreak Wattpad

Life of Chaos

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I made this on a whim

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Gold's POV:

I groan, waking up to my alarm clock. Its tempting to smash it into pieces, but the only problem is- any old world technology is incredibly rare, there's barely any phones, TV's, much less a working clock. Everyone else has to rely on some primitive machine that throws water on them, which makes it a good alarm clock, but a pain to wash the bed every time it works...'Good thing I had just enough old world cash to fish up this clock...' I murmur to myself as I get up, turning off the alarm clock, then change into my military uniform and head out into the shared dorm. Now, you may be wondering, "How the hell did we even get here?"

You see, our world was recently overtaken by some sentient goo a few years ago that our scientists accidentally let out. We fought well for some time but now we're forced to live in these small, cramped strongholds. Anyone who isn't registered is classified as kill on sight. We don't know who's infected. The goo can travel by itself, or it can spread it by water. We have half of our base's forces just dedicated to defending the stronghold. Before there was over 100 bases. But one by one, they got overtaken. Now only 3 including us remain. Our site, Stronghold 5-5(if you get the reference I'm happy)is the strongest. We are the ones that launches attacks. Stronghold 4-5 is more on the defensive side. They don't have the resources to launch any attacks, and act as our storage for food and weapons for now. And last but not least Stronghold 6-5. They act as the scouting team, checking around our bases to update us on the goo's progress in terms of evolution, new infected types, and if they've found us. So far they haven't. And we're currently putting most of the effort in the old facility that used to be owned by Black Iron. We think it has a antidote and the formula to create it, so we've been sending all our forces into there. But the problem is that the goo knows it too. And for some reason they're like a hivemind, sending information from all around the world. So they've placed the strongest, most mutated types of infected on the research lab. Logistics are also a problem. That facilities surrounded by goo that instantly infects anyone who steps on it, so we have no choice but to go there by cold-war Era helicopter's.

'What a mess this situation is.' I mentally groan, shaking my head as I brush my teeth and wash my face. Even in this hell you gotta keep your health and hygiene up. Just as I finish doing my daily routine I hear a voice "Gold! Your late for breakfast! Hurry up maggot!" My squad leader yells out. I never got around to ask his name, mainly because he'd die soon either way and the emotional burden wouldn't help me from this situation. "Yes sir! I apologize, sir!" I reply, saluting and rushing over. Due to the breakdown of society, we've basically returned to some dictatorship looking system. And to be honest I hate it.

Rushing to the mess hall, I take my seat and look around the room, trying to find anything interesting, yet all the faces seem to blend in, like no one even dares to try to be different and just go with the flow. I don't blame them, the system we're in is hell, but it works. Why try to fight it?

Looking back at my plate, I see some food that would look like some prison food but just slightly more expensive. Basic eggs, bread, a small bowl of rice, a slab of some kind of meat, and some water. I personally have no idea what the hell that meat is, but its dense in calories so I'm not complaining. Looking up, I see everyone devouring their meals like their life depends on it'Why ask me to come here as if we're all going to eat at the same time when we're all just wolfing it down?' I think bitterly as I start eating myself. 

Personally, while having to be assigned to filtering out water, or farming, hell, even being assigned to the hell that is scouting duty is absolutely painful and tedious. I would rather do that for 3 years than be assigned to go into that damned lab. Its a suicide mission, and we're just feeding more bodies to the goo. Those goo's are merely using our fallen to make more infected, infecting, consuming like some insatiable monster. I'd think the only way we could even possibly have a chance of winning is if we went all at once, all forces, guns, missiles, artillery right at that damned facility. We'd have a high chance of losing, and that would be the end of humanity as a whole, but at least its better than sending small groups to their definitely painful and most likely gut wrenching death as they're forced to watch their squad mates get infected one by one, and having to kill them too otherwise they'd get infected themselves.

Realizing I already finished my food and I was just poking at nothing, I pretend that never happened and pull myself out of my thought train, getting up, I head out and go right to The Assigner. He is the dude that always assigns us on what tasks to do for the day.

"_______! Your on filtering duty." A brown-haired guy groans, heading away. "And no pretending to be at work!" The Assigner calls out, earning an even louder yell of annoyance from the brown-haired person. Sighing, The Assigner turns back to a black-haired female. "Your on scouting duty, head towards the barracks for further instructions." The Assigner says, earning a mere nod as she walks off. "Gold!" The Assigner says, catching me off guard. "Yes sir?" I call back as The Assigner checks his papers and sighs, patting my back. "Your off to the Black Iron Cooperation facility lab. Head to the armory, not barracks. Armory-" "It-It CAN'T be! There has to be some sort of mistake right?" I cut him off as the surrounding people look at me with sympathy and pity. As much as I hoped there was some mistake, there wasn't. "No Gold, It's in my papers, your off to the facility..." I look at his face- well, more like his mask of sorts, as he gives me a paper that writes "Gold, Black Iron Co. Duty." and lightly pushes me to get me walking. "God speed Gold." He mutters out just enough for me to hear. 

'What. The. FUCK!? What about my things? Are they just gonna give it away like some MrBeast giveaway? What if I die? What if I find the cure? What's it like to be infected?' I ponder, but stop and steel myself. "It's for the greater good." I mutter to myself again and again, trying to overcome my wall of fear. Heading towards the armory, I hand the receptionist the paper. He looks at it for a few seconds, and his face softens. "Room 0, good luck Gold." He calls out, sending me on my way to "Room 0". I never went in Room 0. The only people that are ever allowed in there are people like me who are selected to go to the Black Iron Co. facility. Although there's a huge amount of dread, I can't help but feel a tiny amount of excitement at the prospect of leaving my mundane life. Reaching Room 0, I knock on the door to be polite, hearing no response, I knock again. No response. I grow confused, checking my paper to make sure I'm at the right room when I realize that it has a small section on how to enter. "Just say "Jeopardy."" it writes. Feeling confused, I say out loud "Jeopardy" feeling a bit stupid. A few seconds later, my embarrassment is gone as the door opens, revealing a man in a hazmat suit. "Come in, quick." he says in a Filipino accent. pushing me in, he quickly closes and locks the door. 

Looking around, I awe at the level of technology in this one room. Hazmat suits, swords on fire, guns. There's an entire cafe, too. 'This was what was hidden?' I wonder as I walk nervously forward. "Get what you want and enter the door to the right when your ready, we've all been waiting for you." he says, walking into a room that writes "Planning Room.". I nod, as I grab a hazmat suit, a sword which label wrote "Crescendo" and a gun that was called "Lachman-762.". Entering the room, it's dark. With people sitting in chairs and one big projector screen. Noticing one chair open, I quietly sit down, trying not to be an asshole.

Eventually, A person in a suit walks up and turns on the projector, showing a large map of some sorts. "There's no time for introduction. You will all use our helicopters to land here(He pointed to some landing zone). There should be people waiting for you, assuming they haven't been infected(The entire room shuddered in fear). We will not retrieve you even if your under the threat of being overrun, we will only send supplies for you to fight on." He takes a deep breath, and calmly states. "You are not expected to survive."
The entire room feels like it's about to burst from the tension inside the room. The man in the suit coughs into his hand, and continues "In a few minutes, the helicopters used to transport you will be fully ready. Please, go to the rooftop quietly." He states, waving his hand as if dismissing us. The entire room is filled with the quiet sound of people standing up and exiting. as we walk up the stairs, I feel even more nervous at all the cold and hardened faces of the people. 'It's like I don't even belong here...' I shake my head before I can get overwhelmed and continue to climb. Eventually we all reach the roof and the helicopters are ready, blades whirring away as we all climb on each helicopter. I get on one myself and take a deep breath as the helicopters take off, making me see my home, perhaps...for the last time.

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I have no idea why I made this but I had to get it out of my head lmao