Chapter-1 Times are tough

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"Aaaaaahhhhhhh", screamed the infected human man, with rotting skin, a horrible stench and an infectious bite that insured that once you were bitten, you were a goner,
"Quick! We have another infected!", shouted my father, John Webb, who was a tall, well-built man with a flak jacket and a sub-machine gun, who you could tell was ready for action,
Booooooommmmm! The infected was no match for a double-barrel shotgun,
"that's another man lost...", said my father, depressingly, " we're losing population by the hour, there's no way we're gonna survive this apocalypse...",
"Don't say that!", I cried. Being a small weak nerd, I was not one bit like my heroic father, but with a few small throwing knives, I could defend myself if I ever need to,
"It's true Tim...", he continued,
"We're losing men, food, water, ammo...there's no way to escape this horror of a life...",
"What about...",
"No!", he interrupted,
"I won't let you...",
"Help humanity? If no one uses it, we will all die! Let me dad, I can prevent this from ever happening, just...give me a chance..."
"I won't lose you like I did with your mother..."
"Dad! I can stop mum from ever dying"
"If anyone is going in that machine, it's m-"
"Sir!", an army soldier named Biggs called out, "Come quickly!"
He led us through the vault to an open area where people were crowded around muttering amongst themselves. As they noticed our presence, they stopped and stared directly at my father. My father is like the head of the vault, the leader if you will, ever since the first parasite had infected its first victim, he had clobbered it with a nearby crater that was used to carry food and water. My father looked around the room a couple of times, until he noticed a strange light coming from the shelter's door. He quickly dashed across the room, over to the door and saw it open,
"Who opened this? This is not to be opened! Not by anyone!", he looked around the room, "Well?",
a man who looked in his 50s stepped forward and explained that it was Johnson, a young man who had lost his wife and children to the infected and had left the bunker to die in the uncharted wasteland. Johnson was a friend of my fathers, so it was depressing to hear this tragic news.There was an uneasy silence that surrounded the bunker until Biggs asked my father if they should create a search party,
"I-I need to lie down...", he slowly walked down a corridor, into his room, picked up a photo frame and stared at the picture of his beautiful blonde wife. It was still silent in the main room apart from a few people crying, so I crept off to my room and locked the door. I then pushed a bedside cabinet out of the way to reveal a secret tunnel behind and crawled through. There before me was a small wristwatch on a stone podium which I had created to be a time-travelling device. I picked it up and slapped it on my wrist, I then set the coordinates for the year 2077 and press the set button. I suddenly hear a bang and someone wriggling,
"TIM!", It's my dad,"DON'T!",but it's too late, a flash of rainbow light appears and I am sent through the time vortex...

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