New World Order(In Progress!)

Prologue

So, this new story is basically a reboot of my old TWD zombie story I wrote in 6th grade. It made me cringe, so I decided to rewrite the society and create my own zombie universe! This particular zombie virus is a bit different than normal, so stick around to learn about it!

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    They’re all dead, and it’s my fault. But is it really? The Colonel and his minions should have known better. I encountered them before, only a couple of years into our apocalypse. They should have known not to mess with me, right? But you know all of this already. Vulcan is closing in now, and my team is down to the last of our ammo. Please, Amber. Send us help. You're the reason we're even hunting this bounty. I am not going to die here.
    Collin finished scrawling the words onto a ragged piece of notebook paper. He slid it into a small leather pouch and handed it off to Smith. The dark-skinned woman was in a panic, her brown eyes darting frantically around the room.
    "Smith. Smith!" Collin exclaimed, grabbing her arm. Smith jumped, staring into Collin's eyes.
    "Listen, You get this back to your district official. Creed or whatever his name is. He'll pass it onto Amber." Collin ordered, then turned away. Smith fled, but Collin didn't check to see if she had really left or not. The doors that his team had boarded up were being broken down by a powerful force.
    "Everyone! Get into position!" Collin yelled, gesturing to his team. Two women and three men took cover behind desks and chairs. Collin didn't have much time to marvel at the irony of their situation before the doors were blasted off of their hinges. Debris flew everywhere and sailed into the air like bullets.
    An odd crackling noise made Collin and his team tense up. The smell of smoke drifted into the room. One man stepped through the demolished doors. The man was very tall, and wore a dark, hooded cloak. His pale skin stared out from under his clothes. In many ways, he looked like a twisted assassin. Fire and smoke crept into the room with him.
    "Fire!" Collin shouted, and his team sent a hail of bullets at the man. The man seemed unbothered, and just stood there. For a tense moment, everything was silent. A pastel red liquid dripped onto the floor at the strange man's boots.
    "Fire at will!" Collin squeaked, fear festering in his heart. His whole team began shooting at the man, endlessly firing bullets, hoping to strike him down. The man kept standing, and approached them.
    "Lemnos has lifted me into all knowing. I will sacrifice your arms to me, and your fear will be your undoing. Jupiter protect your souls." The fire roared, inching closer to the man. To Collin and his team, the fire seemed to move as he walked.
    "Stop quoting your damn Roman bullshit, Vulcan!" Collin said, attempting to be brave. The man, Vulcan, then increased his pace and unsheathed a sword. He pulled out a flask of oil and threw it at Collin. The fire's progression grew faster, and Vulcan began fighting. The distant groaning of zombies was drowned out by the cackling flames and gunfire.
    After Collin and his team had all been taken down, Vulcan stood back. He then laughed at the power he held over these people. What he held wasn't magic. His control of fire was a myth. It was everyone's fear of him that had made Vulcan so powerful. He then left the school building with the dying screams of Collin's team being burned alive echoing behind him.
    There were worse ways to die than a zombie bite.