Bite Me: Septiplier AU

The Sirens

A/N
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First off, thank you so much for reading this. I'm always open to suggestions, requests, or questions, so please comment, vote, and tell me what you think!

Secondly, please note that I don't have any association with Markiplier or jacksepticeye. The vast majority of facts in this story will be incorrect, and I understand that. This is a work of fiction, written for entertainment purposes only.

Thanks again for reading. Enjoy!

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This chapter is in Jack's perspective.
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The fan on my ceiling chopped angrily at the sunlight beaming through the curtains. I turned over and groaned, feeling just as upset as my fan at the prospect of the coming day.

I made a quick breakfast, turning on the tv as I readied myself for the day. I walked out into the kitchen freshly washed in a pair of jeans and a flannel. That's when I noticed the note on the counter.

     Jack—
   Have a good day at work!
     Love,
     Ma

I rolled my eyes but smiled. My ma was always a sap. My dad, on the other hand, never even said goodbye. Both had left at around 7:00, whereas I had to get up at 8:00 to get to my morning shift.

I grabbed my keys, taking my time in approaching my small blue car. I took off a moment later, driving down the boring street lined with boring houses in a boring neighborhood. America was just like Ireland, just with less rain. I loved the days when storms came, dragging chilled rain and electric skies along with them. I would sit out on the porch and watch as fat drops of water fell from the nearly black sky, turning the world into a midnight wonderland no matter what time of day it was.

Sadly, I had none of those pleasures today. The sky was blue and devoid of clouds, beautiful but also just another boring thing in an already boring world.

Intersection. Stupid driver. Stop sign. Another horrible song playing on the radio. Right. Left. Left. Straight. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing worth any thought.

That is, nothing worth any thought until the horrible song on the radio was halted by an obnoxious beeping and a fuzzy voice.

"We interrupt this program to bring you this news emergency. A new disease has rapidly spread through the country in the past several days, and citizens have reportedly gone on homicidal, even cannibalistic rampages due to the sudden imbalance of chemicals in the brain. We are unsure how to stop the spread and lessen the severity of this new phenomena, and are urging citizens to stay indoors and avoid contact with suspicious persons."

The broadcast repeated itself again, but I couldn't hear it over my beating heart. Was it a prank? Should I go back home or continue on to work?

I was stopped by the clanging and blowing horn of an oncoming train. Cars in front of me slowed to a stop and I let out a noise of frustration. Of all days, today. Just before the train reached us, I saw human figures running towards us from the other side of the track. Though I was across the track from them I could see their contorted, snarling faces. They ran surprisingly quickly and held their arms out in disgusting, inhuman poses. I sat frozen in my seat, helplessly watching as the train blurred past, cutting off my vision of the disturbing sight.

That was until a semi plowed into the train and tossed it from the tracks like a child's toy.

I yanked on the steering wheel and took an quick and impossibly tight U-turn, ignoring the crushed cars and dismantled train in front of me. Adrenaline and my pounding heart were the only things I could feel as I sped down the road, recklessly passing car after car and ignoring honking horns and skidding tires. I looked in my rear view mirrors to see the cars that were ahead of me being trampled by herds of people—basically zombies—as they scrambled for other cars on the road.