Calamity (discontinued)

Origin

The virus started in America.

A laboratory somewhere in South Carolina had managed to take standard zombie DNA and mix it with an infected human's DNA. It was an accident. The person who mixed the two together obviously wasn't paying attention when he drew the blood and put it in the mucus of the zombie, which contained its DNA.

The woman whose blood was drawn from had lymphocytosis, which is when lymphocytes in the  body were increasing abnormally. The cause of that was a then undetected lymphocytic leukemia. This is when the lymphocytes are clonal. 

Ironically, lymphocytes are supposed to fight back infection, being a very important white blood  cell. The only thing they were doing was making the virus worse.

When another lab person went to inject the final DNA into the zombie, she only had 30 seconds to leave, or she would be dead.

She made it to the door.

They didn't really need an autopsy done for the body. She was found mauled; her right arm was missing and the hair looked like it was literally ripped from the scalp.

And other than that there wouldn't be much left to examine.

Someone noticed the door of one of the containment areas was open. The same one with the injected zombie in it. 

At first people had thought the zombie had escaped, so everyone had to be evacuated, leaving the police in hazmat suits to search.

Then, on the floor below, was another containment area. It was empty.

Except they noticed that there was a person in there. A woman, or what looked to be a woman with long blonde hair. She shook violently and was tapping her fingertips on the glass. Her skin was ghastly pale and her eyes looked grey. 

The officers rushed in the room, grabbing the woman by the wrists and trying to get her attention. But she just stared, lost in whatever thoughts she had.

They figured it was shock that kept her in the trance-like state.

The man who first got to her was still trying to talk to her, while the other hazmats stayed behind  him. They walked down the stairs and walked out the exit. 

The group made it a few steps out to the ambulance when the woman pounced on the officer and he fell onto the ground She growled at him and bit the suit. She tugged and tugged until the face part of the suit was ripped open. The woman began to rip up the man's face and then started to pull on his tounge. There was a bloodcurdling scream, a popping sound, and guns firing all at once.

In the midst of this the others did not dare move. Not out of selfishness, but out of fear. They just couldn't move or take their eyes off of what was happening.

The men stood up and looked around them. In front of them was the officer that was attacked by the woman, if they could even call it as a woman and not a thing. His face looked like a Demogorgon's face, blood surrounding his head and a tongue near the body.

It was gone. But one look at the body and the men almost dove into their cars, driving away. The ambulance followed.

The trail of cars had come to the urban area, where there were a lot of people. Cars made paths and the people on the sidewalks stared.

Suddenly, the ambulance began to swerve. It started out slow, but then the vehicle was turning left and right. The turning became so rough the ambulance tipped over, glass shattered and people gathered to see if the driver was okay.

There wasn't a driver at the wheel. When someone opened the back, people peered into to see a man and a woman sitting on the floor. 3 bodies were next to them, blood pooling off the floor and onto the concrete. The man, who was thought to be the driver, looked like the woman; his grey eyes and almost-white-looking-skin. They both were shaking and seemed to be lost in thought.

Nobody dared go inside. No one tried to talk to them. But as soon as the people began to turn their backs to the pair—

It started to spread.

From then on, everyone was constantly on the move. Stores were raided and most of the time the raiders didn't bother paying. And the cashiers let them. The public was desperate to find a new safe zone, finding flights to other states, or even driving.

But everything came with a price.

Safe zones were in the middle of nowhere. Driving would be difficult because there would be zombies roaming around. People on the street would try their hardest to steal your car or if you were lucky, just wanted to hitch a ride. 

And flying, that was impossible. There wouldn't be any states left that weren't contaminated. So they had to go to different countries.

You see, since the virus was created with human DNA to begin with, these zombies had brains.

Literally. As they spread they began to be dominated by the human part of them. They could talk but it'd be hard to understand them. The only ways to truly identify a zombie were two very special characteristics:

1: Pale eyes and skin

2: Constant shaking of entire body or limbs.

Having a weapon was key in situations like this. Guns were the best option.

America was slowly falling apart. Flights to other countries were becoming an option and airports would always be packed. Zombies would find their way in.

One day a flight to London was preparing to board its passengers. Each individual had to go through an extremely thorough inspection after they did the regular things you do at an airport; there were many doctors.

Nobody noticed it yet, but a zombie was in line. He had just been bit, so his eye and skin color were normal and he was just shaking the tiniest bit.

The doctor gave him a long look. The zombie stared back.

Then she gave the SWAT officer at the door a thumbs up, and the zombie was let inside. 

Since there was no hope for a connect-flight, the plane flew for a solid 12 hours.

When the plane arrived to Heathrow Airport , they gave the passengers another inspection. This time it was less thorough.

The zombie speed-walked out of the airport, now looking more like a zombie but no one could tell for sure. He saw a few people in the parking lot. Then he felt a sudden urge.

Blood. That's what he wanted.

He ran to a man whose back was turned and lunged on him, biting his neck and tackling him to the ground. Once he finished, the zombie ran off to find someone else.

There already were zombies in America.

Now there was a zombie in Europe.