When They Come

Chapter 1

PRE APOCALYPSE

As the scientists white coat dragged behind him, he was carrying a new weaponized virus, that in the wrong hands could wipe out life on earth.

Slowly setting the container down with a dead rat inside.

"Gas him." The scientist said to the coworker.

As the black gas swarmed the rat, the scientist was thinking about the damage it could cause.

As the rodent started to be reanimated, the scientist turned to see one of the scientists holding a pistol, aimed for his stomach.

Bam!

The round went through the stomach and shatter the glass behind him, allowing the rat an escape.

"Shut this place down!" The scientist said as the bright red warning lights started.

Blood was everywhere, the gas was flying around the room, suddenly the bleeding scientist started to groan.

He had already died, but he came back.

The scientist lunged for the man with the gun, ripping him in half with his bare hands.

As he bled out, the shooter realized that he screwed up, and that the job should have been done an hour ago.

As he died the end of the world began.

One Month Later

The end of the world killed over 30 billion people.

The end of the world meant no electricity works, mass amounts of people have died. All jobs have stopped and people are coming back to life.

Thomas was lucky, for now.

Thomas was 29 years old and wore a black gas mask, along with a long sleeved shirt, sweatshirt and jeans.

His black combat boots, made no noise as he took steps through the empty streets

His gas mask covered his face as a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek.

The M4A1 and M1911 combo he pulled off of a soldier only three weeks earlier helped him a lot when he saw herds of them.

Thomas froze to see a dead.

It had cold grey eyes and skin, that was rotting away very quickly.

He observed it for a while before pulling out a machete that hung from his waist like a sword.

Thomas brought his arm up

He swung the blade so it crashed down on it's head.

As the corpse' s skull cracked, it's moaning stopped, body froze, then it fell from the blade.

It fell to the ground and made a noise that somewhat resembles a slap.

Grabbing the dirty rag from Thomas's black belt, he cleaned off the machete then put it back in the sheath.

"Here we go, this is what I wanted." Thomas said as he stood in front of an empty gun store.

Thomas had traveled from New York to Pennsylvania, he stole crashed cars that were somewhat drivable, he walked when he didn't have any cars.

The store was barricaded, metal bars closed off the doors and windows.

He removed a chain from his backpack and connected it to the lightly barricaded window.

"Shit, I forgot to steal a car." Thomas muttered to himself, as he started to hear a car engine in the distance.

Thomas quickly hid on a side of the building as a pickup truck drove towards the store.