The Decade Of Madness

Chapter 1

"Back in my life...we are been hunted by those monsters that always multiply by the darkness of suffer itself...then those young people in this miserable 21st Century started to comment our work and survival as monsters?...

Who the hell they we're thinkin'! If this monster go back again, it's shows that we are incompetent in our own heart."
-An survivor of Mid-Western outbreak, circa 2017

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It was three-o-clock in the wee hours of early morning, hours passed from the twelve-o-clock midnight that changes it's new date from October 24 to October 25, in the year of 2017.

An Toyota Vios vehicle with noticeable markings in it's external body that reads Antipolo City Police Station-Philippine National Police and it's distinctive blue stripes on it's rear part of the vehicle, quietly stopped in a road of the still-sleeping semi-middle class neighborhood in the city of Antipolo and a small steps away from their original destination.

An police officer wearing an jacket, due to the cold air had emitted every night and then, because of Christmas in this country is coming for just two last months. Looks throughout the rear mirror of the car and glances an two men sitting behind. One an middle-aged man with his face filled with sorrows on it and another man whose face was still younger from the former.

Seconds later, the police have started to asked him. In his broken english to play. "Sir...you go out right now, sir..."

The man, wearing an distinctive plain lab white-coat in his body, answered the policeman an yes.

"Th-thank you sir! How the help is needed for you two-"

The man in lab white-coat shooked him instead. "I would prefer by not going around with you, it may harm you well..."

"Really?"

"No joking," man in lab white-coat said to him. "Just stay here, we'll wait you from here just an hours from now."

Police officer enthusiastically nodded at him. The man in lab white-coat and the young man beside doesn't give him an good words to describe for and they promptly leaves from police mobile and continued to travel by foot to their original destination. Which is not a far-away from the police mobile either.

This sleeping neighborhood nearly narrow streets has been nearly darkened from the effects of night and nearly lighted using it's orange-glow lights coming from the electric post that pasted from either inside the territory of their homes or just placed on the sides of this narrow streets, for the inconvenience of the people who've like to parked their big vehicles this way. The atmosphere in this sleeping neighborhood was either chaotic due dogs barking from their entrance gate, groups of men had nighttime drinking their alcoholic beverages in the streets and anything they can hear.

Good thing is, the two mem have already endured this atmosphere at all.

"This is nightime with a mix-doses of cold winds, isn't it Doctor Matteo?" The young man in his twenties and presumably finished taking-up studies of an certain college in this country, murmurs to Matteo himself. In which, he still felt cold in his body and unreadable at that point.

Doctor Matteo decides to said nothing about that as he and his presumably personal assistant had stopped of an certain two-story with an small garage on it that barely fits the SUV vehicle in it, but it was been decorated with conspicuous long gate painted in red that was now been peeled away from the times and it's metal letters that shaped in the gate said on front of them: Rosita Family. Matteo quietly sees the house, basically it's window, that it's lights of the typical Filipino living room is still opened as of this time.