Omega Virus I: Beta Hour [remastered]

Level Zero: To My Fellow Future Corpses

TO MY FELLOW FUTURE CORPSES.

I'm as good as undead. And I bet you are too.

My name was Jace. As a serious gamer, I believed I'd kick ass if the ZPoc ever came.

WELP. IT DID.

How exciting, right? HA.

High scores! Kill counts! Badassery all around!

All my plans, all my research. The perfect strategy for survival.

Useless. All freaking useless.

Cuz now I'm infected. I can even almost smell your blood.

EMOTIONS GET YOU KILLED.

I only wanted a Player Two. A BFF or a partner I could hold.

I guess I got what I wished for. And now I'm screwed.

In the end... Gamers failed.

WE DIDN'T SAVE THE WORLD! WE ENDED IT!

We have no extra lives, no continues, and no cheats.

...I was so close to the antivirus.

Gamers of Generation Beta... We were so sure we were ready.

But we were oblivious to this world's now one and only truth.

THIS. IS. NO. GAME.