Apocalypse

Chapter 1

"Bloaters are genetically mutated humans, most humans become infected by what we call The Originals, or more commonly known, Zombies. My great great grandmother was one of the scientists who made what caused them. I have access to her journal, and that is how I know all this information. "

A young Harry listened intently.

"A team of scientists created the first Original on accident, while trying to make a pill that dissolves unnecessary fat quickly and easily." The man's brown eyes narrowed. "Their first human subject was a man named Walker Brown, who also happened to be the first Original."

He looked around the room, pausing. It was full of new solders who were required to know about the enemy they could face at any time. Some were taking notes.

"The Pill," he said, "made the flesh look as if it was boiling. Once it reached the brain, in about 1 or 2 minutes of pure agony, it melted it. For reasons unknown this made the subject have the need to devour the flesh of any human it comes in contact with. There are a few Originals, 10 or so who are alive today" The man paused, then continued. "A thief looking to make a profit stole a few of the bottles of pills before he knew what happened after the product was tested." The man looked grim. "I think we can all guess what happens next."

"There's a difference between Bloaters and Originals, though. The bloaters were produced after being bitten by Originals. Which happened a lot at first, The Originals are extremely hard to kill, and were scattered. Bloaters are slow and very stupid but numerous, Originals are strong, fast, and a little less stupid."

The man looked at the clock, "it's time for you to go now" he gave a small smile.

The man picked up his papers after everyone had gone, and sighed heavily muttering "I have to give that damn speach to much..."

Waking to the door he suddenly found himself stumbling, almost falling. He looked to the floor.

"Gah! Harry, where did you come from? You can't be here."

He had tripped over the 10 year old trying to sneak out the door.

"I... I wanted to hear you talk, daddy said you would be telling newbies about the zombies." Harry looked at him with big green eyes. "One day I'll be just like my dad, the best zombie hunter in all the Wasteland! So I have to know everything about them."

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Harry frowned slightly at the memory, thinking how much trouble he had gotten himself in after that. It had been his dad who always got him out of it, not that he was a bad kid or wanted to cause problems, he just was... accident prone. On the way back to base, Harry wondered if his father could save him this time, if he'd even be on his side. The thought of Harry's dad not defending him quickly passed. He knew he would, General Styles was his dad after all.

Despite trying to distract himself, Harry still felt the ache of his body sharply with every step.

It was about 3:40am and he hadn't encountered any Bloaters.

"They all must have been attracted to that Nests little feast..." The beaten man winced. He didn't know if it was the pain or memory.

He neared the gate. Guards ran to meet him.

"Styles, what the hell happened to you!? The whole camp has been sending search party's for you and 12 other men!"

Harry couldn't handle the stress or pain any more. It was overwhelming him. At least 6 guards stood around him, expecting him to answer. He swayed.

Everything went black as his head connected to the ground.