The End Of All Things

Prologue

"We have to do something! We have to warn them!" The anguished cry came from the other end of the table.

A man, sat at the top of the table, with obvious power and wealth, glanced up. the action was slow and full of a certain type of dangerous pride that it made ever other powerful men and woman around the table flinch. Every single one of them but the humble scientist who had fought her way in to challenge the head of the T.M.I Project. She'd been involved and her creation was one of pure evil, but she had never intended for it to be released by some stupid member of the military over a petty disagreement.

"I beg your pardon?" The powerful leader spoke with a cool yet threatening tone.

"You heard me. You have to warn people. Evacuate them. They're all going to die!" Security flooded around the humble scientist, everyone averting their eyes as she was dragged away. She kicked and screamed but that didn't stop the men holding her.

"That, my dear, was the plan." The powerful leader sat back in his chair and chuckled, un-phased by the humble scientist's screams.

"You monster! You foul, unfeeling, pig!" She spat as she was shoved out of the door. As the doors swung shut, a gunshot could be heard. The humble scientist was suddenly silent and still nobody moved.

"Now we wait." The powerful leader turned his attention to the large screens on the wall, all showing Ground Zero. The place of first touchdown.

They all watched as a mother and a father made their way home, unaware that they would be the first to become an undead being.

"Robert and Maryse Lightwood. I do hope you have a lot of family to infect," the powerful leader mumbled as he grabbed his glass of whiskey, sipping it with ease.