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Dear people and strangers, if you read this, your amazing...
1999, Brooklyn, south lab n.77 , There was a man named Professer Siran, he was a great scientist and i great man in general. He was very good in bio-physics and anatomie and all that stuff.
But one day,he was working on a project to make humains live 20 years longer, it went well for a long time, testing, creating...But it didnt take long before some scientifics thought it was taking to much time, and some got impatient, and eventually left... Professer Siran was left all alone, with his research, but he didnt care, he would finish it on his own. He had been working on it for 7 years, sice the age of 19, he was impulsive and determined. As technologie advanced, it made it easy for him to finally finish the first sample.
He started testing it on plants to start, and it work, he could expand the life of plants and trees. After a magnificent success, he decided it was time to try it on small animals. He was warned to never test it on animals, so he started with insects, the product was working, on a scale greater than anyone could've ever imagined,
but then, he started craving research, more and more, and then, slowly after that, he started testing on small animals. The Goverment was not pleased by those news, and decided to cut the scientific's buget, and slowly Professer Siran began to succomb to angre. When the D.S.S. came to him (department of scientific security), he wouldnt let the goverment's lap dogs take his research. He decided to flee with his research to a place no one would ever find him...an old run down shack with only one window and multiple basements. But the Professer wouldnt stop to this, he would continue, and thats what he did. He continued to experiment on small animals...but it wasnt enough. So he started working on bigger animals, more complicated organismes, until, the day even those, were not enough anymore. So one day he decided to do someting, something that should never be done, something, horrible. He took it upon himself, to do, the unthinkable, an action so disgusting, the mere thought of it, can make someone lose his mind. When he saw hunters or people who wandered, he captured them
tied them to the walls, and made them his guinea pigs. But things never went well. People kept dying one after the other, every single subject, but every time he would modify it and try again. Until the day, every thing went very wrong.
He had done it, a humain that coudlnt die. But with time, he noticed it was stil getting older. *Why would someone who cant die age?* he asked himself. But the reason was frightening, because that person's mind eventually died, leaving nothing but a walking souless body, with no emotions or desires. After witnessing this, the professer, began working on a vaccine, that could bring people back to life. And it worked, or he thought.
He tied up the subject and waited. Day after day, until one dark stormy night, he heard something in the basement. He had an idea of what he would find, but he was so excited to see if his experience had worked. But what he found, was someting, something he had never even thought of, was there. It was the subject
devouring the others, feasting on their flesh and bones. The scientific stood there not sure what to do, and when he decided to go back up slowly, the subject heard him, looked at him, and let out a screesh, a sound so loud and aggressive, not a single man could withstand it without being strucked by terror. The professer began to run, and soon realised that he was being followed...
Back to the past...
Many days has past since i began running from them, even though i try, the always find me, and everytime, there is many more, it was only recently that i began to see mutaion in there dna, how you might ask? Well anyone with eyes can see that they are not humain anymore. Every night i coware in fear that they might find me and make me one of them. Its frightening, and there is nothing i can do about it, some times, i can hear their scream in the distance, and humains being...being...be...transforming into one of them. This is day 68 since the Incident, that day, the day i formed, i made the original. I can never reverse what i did that day...but it doesn't mean i wont try. If no one interferes, many more survivors will die.
Back to the present...
That day, the professer tried to find people, alive people, walking over corpses and half eaten people, and infections, and things that should never be seen. After walking hiding and sneaking around Them, he found a group of survivors, and decided to assist them and stay with them in the mean while. Day after day, week after week, and finally after one month of scavanging, they found something, it was one of them, feasting on a an animal... and after It left, the dead carcace lied there and after a short, while it stood up, and screeshed, the same screesh from 3 months ago. Even animals were starting to get infected, and as time past they encountered, less and less, Normals, and more of...of all this, blood, corpses, monsters, necro humains and new breeds of infection.
They started 27 people, and were now, only 8 left. The professer and his group were losing so many people in those scavanger hunts, they tried to be discreet, but every 2 or 3 scavanger hunts the professer, became alone again. He decided to stay at the stronghold, where everyone once were, and stayed there as long as he had food, but eventually, even if the professer tried to ration it, it was futil, and he knew it. After thinking for many hours, he took the little food that was left, and took off, tip toing around buildings, until he reached, the other side of the city. He looked behind him, and couldnt see any infection. He looked in the horizon, and saw a bridge. he decided to sleep in an industrial dumpster for the night, he closed the lid, digged a little under garbage and slept there for the night. Knowing he could die from intoxication, he ripped a little of his shirt and used it to block the fumes from getting inside hi longs.
The next day, he could here foot steps near by, and decided to lift the lid just a tiny bit to look outside. And there it was, an infection not 2 meters ahead, between him and the bridge. He waited, wanting for It to go away. And eventually it did. once he couldnt see it, he crawled out ever so slowly, but he couldnt see the broken glass and his feet. And so he stepped on it, and it produced a small cricky noise. He waited, and heard the infamous screesh. A lot was going on his mind at that time, but he was frantic, afraid, and started running towards the bridge. He looked back and saw one infection running after him. he ran about 700 meters before he looked back, to see an entire horde running after him, be it animal humain or whatever infection there was. He was so closed to the bridged, and he continued running, when he reached the bridge, realised it was quite long and fridget, so he started sprinting on it, but so did the hoard.
when he reached the other side of the bridge, he looked back, and there was a mountain of them, *crack-boom*, he heard that noise and didnt know what it was. Suddenly, the earth around him starting breacking so he went back a couple of steps, and saw the bridge, collapsing under the weightof so many infections...
If you liked this story dont hesitate to tell me, part 2 will be out soon
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