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The infection

heyo y'all! i hope you will like the first part of.. this story. i fuckin hate the title but i can't think of nothin else right now. Of course, Y2J himself is the main character of this story. enjoy mate!

•Chris•

chris woke up to a bright streak of sunlight murdering his eye. he groaned and tilted his head, earning very little improvement. growling, he threw himself off the bed, his knees giving way and dragging himself to the carpeted ground. chris laid there for a solid five minutes before giving a half hearted attempt at getting up. it wasn't his fault for staying up late, it was the TV's. he wasn't the one who decided to put a wrestling episode on channel 64. especially one that lasted three hours.

eventually he managed to get up and function properly after a few lonely minutes of pitiful sobbing. once that was over with, he felt pretty happy. today was a no work day for him, ah, wednesdays. the only day of the week he gets a day off. even though he usually wastes his whole day binge watching whatever the fuck he found slightly appealing first, he still enjoys it.

chris grabbed himself a depressing wheat bread breakfast and turned on the TV, it instantly going onto the news. his TV always knew how to bore the fuck outta him in the mornings. he mostly ignored it and checked his pathetically slow phone, that was strange. its never been this slow, no matter what wifi signal he had latched onto. for now he ignored his phone and switched his focus toward the news. the screen read 'POSSIBLE ZOMBIE INFECTION SPREADING IN CANADA' *infection caught onto six people* 

the head reporter, charley payer, was giving details. "we are here at the local hospital, where scientist are warning us citizens about a possible zombie outbreak, caused by an unnamed infection. this has turned some unfortunate souls into undead like creatures. here is kirby rico with further details." the camera switched to a hospital room with an unconscious patient in a blue bed. the poor mans face looked gray and rotten, certain places spotted with brown and green, his.. or its, eyes were a faded black with a thin streak of crimson. 

oh god.. maybe this was real..?..nonsense! zombies don't exist! they never will! he chose to ignore the news, and started switching through channels. on 37, an unknown music show was on. good enough for now. chris tried to relax but the unsettling thought of zombies actually existing sent a shiver down his spine. the feeling seemed to linger, that was until one of his favourite songs came on. oh did that hook him. 

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by the time this arguably boring show was over it was now 6:23. luckily, it was winter, so it was dark and he felt the need for some decent fucking sleep... after he eats. chris ended up spending ten minutes trying to decide what to eat. once he layed his eyes on some leftover chicken, he felt like a cartoony wolf. the man went to town on the poor day old strips of cold chicken. it was gone in like.. two minutes? once satisfied, he took the honor of once again laying alone in his bed. ah, a lonely, yet glorious feeling isn't it?..

-chris regretted not charging his phone once it was in his rough hands. two percent.. wonder-fucking-ful. at least he could check the time.. 6:47. about time for him to simulate death till morning, huh? he wasted his day, once again. nothing new or surprising there. he plugged in his phone and gingerly layed his head onto the fluffy red pillow. sleep.. yes, finally.. sleep, slumber, rest, whatever the hell people wanna call it, he's getting it. like, right now. chris closed his eyes, in hopes for it to rush in fast. well, it didn't.

that dreaded feeling that caught onto him earlier today.. about zombies.. wouldn't go away. that man.. and his face, it looked all too real. painfully real, in fact. of course, there was a chance of the news playing another sick game of fake stories, working alongside some insanely talened make up artists. those chances were low though. surely they wouldn't be stupid enough to do that! the government would chew their asses for that horrid terror the news cast would've unleashed upon fellow innocent people. well, innocent was not a word to describe him, but fuck it. let himself fool.. well, himself.

oh, it finally all stopped. he was carried away from his unrealistic thoughts by the sweet release of sleep. but ahah, sleep that didn't last as long as chris had hoped. about thirty minutes, a reasonable estimate, yeah? he wondered what had woken him up. ah yes. now it all came flooding back, crashes and bangs downstairs. was he being robbed? but chris didn't have anything valuable, except for his piece of shit TV, that just barely brushed by at being in the category known as, what he likes to call it, the 'fuck it your valuable enough i guess' category. a pretty good one to be in, actually. only ONE thing was above that. food. his precious food. even he himself was lower. because screw himself.

chris pushed the thick blanket off his half-way exposed body and stood up from the bed. he began to walk towards the door, a very wobbly walk, in fact. chris basically pushed himself to the top of the stairs and slowly stomped down. what time was it?? maybe seven? perhaps even eight if he was lucky. though luck was usually never on his side. fuck him too. or her?

jericho heard a dark moan come from near his backdoor. the glass was shattered and scattered across the wooden floor in front of it, to his horror. the light flickered on at his touch to the switch and he saw it clearly. it wasn't an old man who broke into his house to freely masturbate, oh no it was far from that. this was a limping, moaning woman with dark grey skin and purple-ish blood littered over her ragged clothes. a fucking zombie. it looked at him with -still fairly normal- eyes, with the exception of the crimson streaks. 

out of instinct chris ran towards his wrecked kitchen, the damage caused by that horrid creature. adrenaline pumped through his entire body as he grabbed the kitchen knife from the floor. it would do just fine as a weapon. for now, at least. this was just the start, he thought. 

jericho then returned to the zombie, seeing it had made its way closer to him-chris refused to call 'it' 'its' proper gender. which WAS female. the man charged at the zombie-fied thing with the knife tight in his grasp, and the handle pressed against his burning palm. the moment the sharp metal hit the grey skin it disgustingly popped open. purple slimy 'blood' oozed from the wound, making chris hesitate to stab again. eventually he regained the adrenaline rush and continued the fatal assualt.

next thing he knew, it was laying down dead on his destroyed, once beautiful navy blue carpet, and he was covered in its purple substance. the first time he had killed a human like thing.. wow, what a rush. the feeling made his skin jump. 

realization hit him for the second time since his rude awakening. (not the finisher) zombies did indeed exist now. it was real, all of it. a zombie infection outbreak has begun on planet earth.. something that no one expected to randomly upcome, ever. but this had happened. its happening right now. and no one can stop it, because its already gotten too deep. planting scars too deep on broken families. digging too deep into emotions.

we can no longer stop it.

we can no longer live the same again.

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ahh the first chapta! hope yer goina like this story! 

anotha characta will be introduced in the next chapta! 

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see yer fellas! -kay