The Zukas Virus

The Survivors

"Run men, run!" The captain rushed towards an empty house. His men followed close behind, though they were all tired from the mile they had already ran. Several had tripped, fell from exhaustion or from wounds, and were quickly infected by the creatures behind the small group.
They entered the house and barricaded themselves inside. Men went to each door and locked all the entrances. It was abandoned, by all appearances,  just like the rest.
The inhabitants had either been wiped out by the Zukas Virus,  or had been turned into those creatures. Barely recognisable with the dark shriveled skin, long sharp and deadly talons, pointed teeth, an overall dead appearance, with white or black eyes. Not a shred of humanity was left. The souls were dead, animated and controlled by the evolved virus. This was what came from the nations insanity to use it for a war weapon. Things had gotten out of hand.

It had gone from a deadly sort of rabies to a full out apocalyptic virus. Experiments had gotten way out of hand, and now they expected the army to simply wipe out the infection?
The infection had spred rapidly, and the captain and his men had arrived a month too late in the countryside. Oats grew now wild in the feild outside the house.  They wondered where the bodies - the green fluids on the floor told the tale - had gone off to.  Their wondering was cut short as the creatures tried opening the doors.
In vain they struggled to open it, before clawing at the walls, the frames, the windows.
A door broke, and the little party retreated to a room. As they entered a lone figure came through the broken glass of the door, hotly pursued by the creatures. He was obviously human, and they let him in before slamming the door tight. This door had no lock, and most of the men shrank back in terror.

"Pull the dresser over here!" The blonde man ordered. The captain and another did as told as a clawed hand tried reaching under the door, clawing at the blonde's boot.
The dresser was soon secure, and the blonde gave a strange order next.
"Take the window out. Rip the screen out! Quick. The dresser wont hold for long."
"But why? We'll get killed out there!"
"There's a platform underneath. There's a chopper on it's way. From the platform we can get to the roof." The blonde held the door shut, helping the dresser withstand the batter on the other side. Claws scraped the door, ripping it's finish off.
The window was soon removed and the men climbed out. The captain offered to go after the blonde.
"No, go, I'm younger than you and am more flexible and agile."
The captain reluctantly followed orders and soon joined his group.  He saw the blonde climb out, hang there for a minute, as if taunting the creatures,  before dropping to the platform and dashing up the stairs.
"Why did you wait?"
The blonde kicked the stairs loose as the first creature started up. "Because I felt like showing them just how sad it is for them that they can't kill me."