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THE INFECTED! (still not complete ) PLZ read

THE INFECTED

CHAPTER 1: The cabin

It was dark, darker than a midnight sky in October, darker than a demon’s Soulless eyes. I was Spacing again, even at a time like this. I quickly snapped my self out of it and began to watch Guard again. I knew I had to get a grip on reality. I knew if I let one of those “Things” get into the safe house, then we’d be doomed.

“Positive! Think POSITIVE!” I had to reassure myself safety, I had to have confidence. It had been at least four weeks since we heard the sound of screams and cries through the night. Now it was Silent. The wind whistled emasculate tunes of the past, telling stories that had once been great and fertile, Now they somber over the peaceful night. The moon, covered in a blanket of fog, shined dimly upon the small cabin. All was so calm and so peaceful.

There were 12 of us, once, now there’s only a haunted memory shared between the 5 of us. Cold chills and dismal thoughts drench me with sadness, with the thoughts that I might be next.

“POSTIVE! That’s not very POSITIVE!” I tried to calm myself down. All was asleep in the Cabin, besides Amy. All I could make out was a small little girl, frightened, at the far left corner of the cabin. I knew it was Amy. Amy was a special little girl with white blonde hair and bright green eyes. The infected had got to her mother a couple weeks ago.

“Hey, Honey why you are so scared? There hasn’t been any attack in over a month.” The little girl turned slowly, and walk towards me.

“Mommy has been calling for me, from outside.” The little girl pointed outside to an oak tree, and then she walked back to the corner. I quickly put on my boots, grabbed my shotgun and ran outside. The oak tree was standing tall and unharmed, nothing was there. I kept shuffling around the leaves, hoping to find something.

“Nothing” I said to myself in relief. Until I heard a noise, it was coming from inside the Cabin.

My heart skipped a beat and I could hear the sound of them coming. Trampling over fallen trees and old rocks, they came. I quickly picked up my shotgun and got back inside the cabin. Amy’s shrieks had wakened up everyone in the cabin. Wondering what was wrong, they were gazing out the window. As the infected piled out in front of the cabin, the survivors looked in shock.

“I thought they were gone,” Frantically Ted sad in a yelp. Everyone was in a frenzy and way over dramatic. The cabin was protected by shield, of some sort. The shield was vinegar packets spread around the cabin, indoors and out. The infected had a very strong sense of smell, they could stand the smell of strong smelling things, and they couldn’t cross to our cabin, so we were safe. We had about enough water and supplies to cover about 4 more weeks, after that we are on our own.

The tension put on by the stress of the pending death made rain of sweat pour down my back and face. The aroma of fear and fait filled the snug cabin. With bursts of cold air from the October night swiftly consumed the entire cabin, shivers of fright went over all whom was uncertain. They couldn’t get us, there’s no way they could. The packets would last us another night or so, till we would have to change them. The night nearly over, and the survivors almost calmed by the steadiness of the infected and their incapability to commend in. I drifted from the window to the floor. Tired and unsteady I calmly drifted to sleep. The cabin was quite, to quite, nerve racking quite. I couldn’t get back to sleep, my eyes were closed, but I couldn’t sleep, just wonder in my mind. I opened my eyes, looking around softly still dizzy from a nights sleep, blurred vision and tight muscles.

“Where is everyone?” I said in an uncaring matter since I had just awoken.

CHAPTER 2: There gone

The cabin was empty, once full with slumbering survivors, now dead with the memories of the past.

“Where is everyone?” I said now aware of the happening. I heard a noise, the closet next to me was producing some kind of scratching noise, what was it? What was in it? Was it an Infected? All sorts of questions puzzled my mind in horror. The temptation to open it suddenly emerged with great speed. I slowly moved my hand to open it. I heard another noise from the same starting point. A cry like a little girl in pain or frightened. Amy! I thought and hurried to the doorknob to open the closet door.

“Amy?” I said calmly and uncertain, I creaked the door open more and more to find a little girl, white as a ghost huddled in a ball at the far left corner of the closet.

“Amy, are you okay honey? Where is everyone else? She glanced down, and spoke the words I didn’t ever want to hear.

“They got them, Ted, Grace and Shaun are gone” My heart stopped. Knees falling to the floor, anger and waves of frustration overtook me. I looked behind me, to where I was slumbering. A jar of vinegar, that’s why they didn’t come after me. But what didn’t make sense was that, how did they invade our fortress of safety? Some how I knew Amy knew what had happened.

After Helping Amy climb out of the closet I asked

“What happened here, Amy? An unsettling burst of cold air pushed my brown hair around, turning; I came to find the window behind me was open. But we still had the packets around the cabin what happened? An ashamed frown overcame her little face.

“I heard mommy last night, she told me that I could see daddy, if I moved the packets away from the window” her frown made way for tears pouring down her little pale face onto the floor boards. In awe and anger I gave her a hug, telling her it wasn’t her fault, which it was. But Amy’s dad had passed away one year ago from cancer.

“That wasn’t your mother” I quickly said “That was a failed experiment the government let loose.” But what was unclear is that there was no blood stains, no paths in the leaves outside. Did they get away in time? Maybe, but right now I had to get Amy to a safe place, one that had not been perpetrated. The infected would surely come back. It was about noon time, yet we could not know for sure, the power had gone out about two months ago. Since the infected could not stand ultraviolet rays, we were safe till about 6.Amy and I quickly hustled out of the cabin towards my yellow pick up truck. We drove and drove, till my gas tank was getting low. Looking for a gas station, we saw the sight of a fallen city do to the corruption of a tyranny government, Blood spatters and entrails covering mostly all the road. Amy, just sitting there in disgust and horror asked

“Why would God do this to us?” I, being a strong atheist didn’t know what to say. And just said what came to my mind that might help the little girl with her situation.

“This isn’t the fault of any God; this is the fault of the devil, him and his wrongly tested experiments” I looked at her, once more, her small cold hands covering her eyes as we passed by the old hospital, in which her dad had died at. A shiver can upon me along with sadness and despair.

CHAPTER 3: Twinkies?

Finally we approached an abandoned Gulf station about half a mile from the hospital. I stopped and checked the meter and started to fill up the gas tank. As I was filling up, I heard a noise coming from inside the station. I grabbed my shotgun and headed in. I looked around, dust filled the whole store “Crash” I ran towards the back of the store where the sound had been produced. “Crash” again the noise filled the smoky air; I looked around, to find a rat knocking over some boxes of Twinkies. In relief he grabbed the box and headed outside. My tank was full, and I got ready to leave. I got into the car and started to leave. Quickly I stopped. WHERE WAS AMY? I turned around and stopped at the Gulf station again and looked around, she was no where to be found.

“Shit!” I thought “where could of she gone” I drove around for about an hour, with no luck. Then I remembered “the hospital of course!” I drove all the way back towards the hospital and parked. I took my shotgun and headed to the hospital’s main entrance. The automatic doors not working, I kicked the manual door open dramatically. I had never seen a hospital emergency ward so silent but yet so eerie. Dust and crumbled walls made the experience more horrific, seemed somewhat peaceful. I kept walking slowly and silently, trying to not cause unneeded noise. Looking in every room, and every hallway, I couldn’t find her. Then I reached the Cancer treatment ward and I knew I would find her there. I walked into room 213 and there she was at the foot of the bed, in which she had seen her dad last. Tears flowing down her face like little rivers. “Where’s my daddy?” I heard her ask the air around her. “Why did you take him, he was my best friend?” To heart broken to interrupt I stood at the door in awe. It was quite and dark, with only the sunlight peeking through the windows.

The little girl knew of my presence and when she was done saying a prayer she slowly walked out of the room and stood beside me. I was to calm and shock to reprimand her for leaving so; we started to walk out of the hospital. No words were said between us as we stated at the car. The silence didn’t brake till we stated to drive away.

“Ryan, I’m hungry” the little girl spoke in small and slow intervals.

“What do you want, we have bread, Twinkies and some mountain dew left”, I said while trying to focus on the road and while swerving around the bodies, which had been left behind.

“Twinkies?” she said in confusion.

“Yah, don’t tell me you’ve never had a Twinkie before!”

“I’ve never tried one” she answered. I reached back behind my seat to grab the package. I had taken from the Gulf station. I took one out of the package and handed it to her. “ “Well, take a bite” I forced. She slowly put the yellow pouch of sugar in her mouth and took a bite. By the noises of her mouth became clear that she liked it.

“Is it good?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Yes, yes I love it!” she said while her taste buds encountered an amazing experience.

She was happy, that’s all that mattered. Now we were just driving around trying finding either survivors or a safe house, neither was in sight.

CHAPTER 3: The Infected

We were originally in New Hampshire, the 12 of us, till the infection started to spread more north, then our numbers started to dwindle away. The infection started in Washington, from an experiment, in which was supposed to cure HIV. The project was called project Yankee. The formula was effective; many people were treated, until the mutations started. About one month after the formula was put on the market, people started to have symptoms; like migraines and nausea. No one thought anything of them, due to the normality of the symptoms. After time went on with more and more people getting the vaccine and the treatment, the Symptoms became more savage. They soon turned to cannibalism and albino pigments started to enveloped their trait’s, that’s when the vaccine was pulled off the market and recalled. The states which had the most mutations such as; New York, Boston and Los angelus were quarantined. The whole world was in chaos. Attacks from the infected happened everyday and it got worse and worse. It wasn’t only the United States that had had the formula up, it was also Africa and a lot or European nations. There was threat of nuclear war from the uninfected countries. But that news changed when there was an outbreak everywhere in the world. Some people where immune to the virus within the hosts, but more were not. The infected were more than your classical zombies in fiction books; they were upgraded albino savage animals that would turn someone with one touch. The most horrible part was that they could speak and communicate with others, they still had memories but only with rage and anger.

We were heading towards Texas, It was told that these ‘things’ didn’t like hot dry air. Texas was our only chance of surviving and I surely do not want to die or to be transformed into on of those savage unearthly things. “Where are we?” Amy asked while interrupting my thoughts.

“We are around Connecticut right now” I said kind of unsure of myself. Amy just kind of fell back to sleep, head resting on the window of my yellow piece of crap. “Its kind of pointless having a yellow truck, I need to find a black hummer, to be a little stealthy” I thought to myself.

It was about 5:30pm with the sun going down; the earth looked almost peaceful and full of life. I had forgotten what will happen soon. Right now the once savage air looked as if friendly with hopes for tomorrow. But as always that feeling went away along with the sun. I was driving faster now, not to be stopped. Amy still asleep and in her dreams, I turned on some Eric Clapton. It got dark fast and the wind picked up, which rustled the beautiful fall leaves of the oak tress. The dark forests once glowing in the sunlight turned shadowed and some what demonic. Passing by old run down churches and dismal graveyards, with chills coming down my spine, I wasn’t one for being scared, but the eerie feeling of the cold autumn night made me restless. I wondered what it felt like to be an owl, perched upon a tree limb, looking over all whom passed. Would the owl be scared? Or would it stay perched with pride for it could fly away if something happened.

CHAPTER 4: The Owl

The cassette tape stirred up a sound, which wasn’t pleasant but irritating. I quickly took it out of the player.

“I guess this truck doesn’t like Clapton” I said to myself, in humor. I looked back at the road and there, standing in the middle was an owl perched upon a dead body. I stopped and looked at it for a moment kind of puzzled the kept on driving. I was driving up a hill when I saw yet another owl perched upon a dead body. I stopped, but this time I got out checking it out. I walked up to it and saw that the owl was fake. Laughing to myself I turned to go back to the truck, but Amy was gone again. “A trap!” I yelled into the empty air. Then I found myself surrounded by 3 of the infected. I ran to my car and got ready to drive into them, when I saw one of then holding Amy. The thing was injecting her with some kind of poison-ness gas which had come out of its finger. I, having an adrenaline rush, quickly grabbed my shotgun and shot the one coming after me in the face, then the one that was retreating and finally the one that had gotten Amy. I felt as if I had super powers, which I didn’t. I grabbed Amy from the dying corpse of the infected and checked her pulse. She wasn’t breathing; the once beautiful blonde hair was now a dull white. I tried CPR on her; I kept trying and did it over and over again, hoping that she would strike a heart beat. I did it the eighth time and she started to gasp for breath. Tears filling my eyes I was so relieved that she was safe.

I got her in my truck and we started to drive away. Amy was still panting and her breathing was hard and course, but she was fighting the poisons within her. Sweat pouring off her body, she was shivering and throwing up. I could tell she might not make it. After about 1 hour of her suffering she fell into a deep sleep, like a coma. Worrying and tired I stopped at a gas station to fill up. I left the truck where it was and brought Amy inside. The station was cold and filled with rodents and dust, but it was a good place to spend the night, do to the high strong smell of gasoline and the vinegar I had found and poured around the place. We were safe. I couldn’t get to sleep; the chills of death flew upon Amy.

“I can’t let you die” I said softly into her ear as she slept. “I just can’t” I feel to sleep next to her that night cold and abandoned.

When I awoke the next morning she was dead. I knew the heroic thought of saving a little 6 year old girls life would have been great. But the poison was to strong and her heart was too weak. I took her to the back of the station and buried her with dignity. Despite my own beliefs I said a prayer for her

“ Dear lord, Please take this little girl up to your warm hands and let her see her father, make sure see is loved and safe up there, thank you” I walked to my truck and drove away. Halfway up the road I heard a noise in the back seat. I quickly stopped my trucked and got out and went to the backseat door, and opened it.

CHAPTER 5: The Survivors

I lifted up the blanket in the backseat and found to kids staring up at me. One of the kids was a girl. About 13 and she has curly red hair. The other was a little greasy boy with brown hair, he was about 7. “Hello?” I said curious why there were kids in my car.

“Hi” answered the little boy; you could tell he was frightened, because he was shaking.

“Why don’t you kids get out of there and we can talk” I said calmly. The two kids quickly jumped out of the back seat of the pick up and stood before me. “What are your names?” I asked curiously.

“My names Sara and this is my brother Peter, sorry we were in your car mister, they were chasing after us and we needed somewhere to hide.” The girl spoke clearly as if in a spelling bee. I looked around and asked

“Where are your parents?” The boy while shuffling his feet said

“Our parents are in heaven along with the other two people we were with” The girl had a sadden look upon her face, and then I remembered Amy.

“You two are welcome to stick with me, I’m going to Texas” I offered. The expression on the little girls face went from gloomy to glad. They were sticking with me the rest of the way. I got them in the car and continued to drive. The little girl was loud and very talkative, but the boy seemed bothered.

“Why are you so quite, champ?” I asked Peter, the boy stuttered a little, as the girl gave him a fierce look.

“I’m just tired: he replied, in an obvious lie. What was the little girl starting at? What ever it was I would find out soon or later. We were in Virginia by the time the darkness fell upon us and the little boy looked sickly out the window.

“Hey, look Mister, an Owl!” The boy said in amazement. Remembering what had happened last time I said “Kid, that aint an owl, it’s a trap” a puzzled look came upon Peter’s little face

“A trap?”

“Yes, traps, the infected, are intelligent so they are setting traps so they can catch their dinner” The kids faces were in awe. Obviously they didn’t know that the infected are very smart. As I went further into thought, the kids seemed to be glaring out the window in watch for them. Why didn’t they eat, Amy, why poison her? The nagging thoughts that had invaded my brain were not calming, but disturbing. I couldn’t think straight, I was tired, tired of driving, tired of death around me, I wanted it to stop. As I drove down the road, which normally would be packed with traffic, now ghostly and abnormal, I found an abandoned military blockade.

CHAPTER 6: The Base

Empty hummers, bodies and old rifles filled the street. I went further avoiding the cinder blocks which were scattered around. It wasn’t just a blockade; it was a military base, once full of life now a ghost town. I drove up, UV lights surrounding the place, for protection, and armored vehicles for stabilization. I stopped the truck and got out. In horror I looked around “what happened here, it looks so secure,” I said to myself. The kids now getting out of the truck to join me, I started to walk towards the base’s building. Kids following me every step of the way. The sun was begging to come up now, and the fowl aroma of dead bodies filled the air when the breeze picked up. I opened the door of the tented building. Blood everywhere, entrails all over, this wasn’t a military base, this was a murder scene. We walked through the rooms, some were operation rooms and some were dissection labs. “What is this place?” I thought to myself while gazing around the massacre site. It was some kind of lab, some kind of experimentation lab which the military and the government had worked together for. The hallways inside to death chamber where silent, even more so than the hospital. Everyone must have died.

After looking around the entire place and not finding a single survivor we walked out of the base. The suns rays coming down hard upon us and sparkling with strength from its nights sleep. I had the kids pick up some of the rifles on the cold hard pavement. We stacked them in the back of the pick up truck then drove away. The children, still scared, didn’t say anything; they sat quietly without movement, as if catatonic. We drove and drove till we got to a town called Ridgewood. The city looked unaffected by the ‘things’. There were no blood spatters, no dead bodies, and no damage. As we crept up the road slowly and unsure, looking around in awe, we found that this city was empty, a total ghost town. We drove around the peaceful city, hoping to find some survivors. We looked all around town. No one, not even bodies of the past, no pieces of the puzzle. As we entered, what looked like, the downtown area, we found a mall plaza. The kids in the backseats going crazy,

“Can we go in?” Sara asked sincerely and without hesitation.

“Yah, sure, why not, you kids have been good.” I replied hoping they had a footlocker in there, my shoes are falling apart. As I parked in the handicap space in front of the entrance I saw something odd.

“A wolf?” I said sharply pointing towards the side of the plaza. A pack of wolf cubs huddled around each other, not noticing us. I just ignored the situation and grabbed the shot gun and headed in with the kids. The place was empty, horrifically empty and quite. We entered the plaza, the double doors, once automatic, but without electricity, they were just a bother. The doors opened to a once amazing food court, now a grimy wave of rodents consuming the place, made it all so dreadful.

The kids didn’t mind the mess and the disgustingness of the plaza; they went and ran up the broken escalators, to find their favorite stores. Sara, being a little 13 year old girl, went to limited too, and Peter, being a young boy, went straight to the toy store. As I watched their little legs scurry in excitement, I couldn’t help take advantage of the situation myself; I went straight to the men’s footlocker. After about two hours of splurging on random ‘free’ items, we went back to the truck with tons of ‘free’ merchandise. As I backed up, I heard a ‘CLUNK’ under my car. Looking behind, the kids didn’t seem to notice the bump. I quickly got out, and found a mangled wolf cub under my tired. The cub must have been dead before I had run over it, do to the bite marks and the torn flesh. “Poor thing” I thought as I climbed back into my truck. Ignoring the fact that I saw the wolf cub earlier, and now something had been hungry and eaten it. It was said that animals could not contract the disease, but there were rumors that they could carry it.

CHAPTER 7: Monica

5 YEARS EALIER

“Ryan! Where are the dish towels?” Monica yelled while frantically shuffling through the messy kitchen.

“They are in the last cabinet to your left!” I answered.

“Thank you!” she replied in a silly manner.

The sun from the pale moon was peaking in the shades. It was a cool night out considering in was Mid-August. The babies from the neighbors’ upstairs where crying and the soft chirps of crickets sounded like a lullaby. But all I could here was the sweet hums of Monica as she did the dishes. The wind and the sleight rain that drizzled of the roof was a harmonic rhythm that intertwined with her hums. I entered the kitchen, grabbing her in my arms and hugging her. It was as if the world had stopped, just for a second or two. We were still for a while just conjoining our bodies in pure harmony. The Television that was muted showed a news report. So we tore apart to watch the horrific news.

“I’m here at the Dartmith Hitchcock center in Manchester NH where there has been a recall on the vaccine ‘HivX30’, there have been no comments made by the FDA or anyone. They are not telling us why they have recalled this product. They seem to be quarantining the hospital. Something has gone seriously wrong here. Back to you Ann”

Paralyzed I sat down. We looked at each other, for my wife had gotten that vaccine. We quickly dialed the number on the screen.

“Hello, Dartmith recall line, please hold.” We held and held and held, the lines were busy. After an hour of waiting a women answered the phone.

“Hello, my name is Eleanor, how may I help?”

“Hello, Eleanor, My name is Ryan. My wife had gotten the HivX30 shot and the news told us to call here.”

“Oh dear, Umm…..” The women shuddered and sounded unsure. “What is her name please and her date of birth.”

“Her name is Monica Silverstein, date of birth: November 11, 1980.”

“Okay, thank you, please holds for a moment while I run your wife through our database.” I could hear the women shuffling papers and typing away.

“Oh yes, we have her on here. She will need to come to the Clinic in Dover NH for testing.”

“Why Dover? That’s an hour away? Isn’t there one in Manchester?”

“I’m sorry sir, the clinics here are overwhelmed and you will have to go to Dover.” I had another question but she hung up.

“What did she say?” Monica was curious to what was going on.

“We need to go to Dover to get you tested.”

“Tested for what?” she asked

“I don’t know she never said.” I hugged my wife and headed to Dover with her.

We arrived at Dover around 9:00pm and headed to the clinic at Wentworth Douglass hospital. When we entered the doors of the main entrance the place was swamped. We shoved ourselves through to the service desk.

“Name?” the women behind the desk asked, she was a older women around her 50s wearing a bright purple nurses gown with cartoon characters on it, she did not look happy, but frantic.

“Monica Silverstein.” My wife answered in a horse tone.

“Ah yes…if you could please just fill out these forms then the doctors will be with you shortly.” By the tone in her voice I could tell she didn’t mean ‘shortly’ she meant an hour or two. I didn’t argue instead, Monica and I sat down and started to fill out the forms.

“What do they mean by these questions?” Monica asked confusingly. The questions were odd and meant nothing to us at the time. Finally after an hour of waiting in a cramped waiting room, the doctor called us in.

“Monica Silverstein?”

“Yes! Right here”

“Please follow me.” The doctor led us through a narrow hallway. Most of the rooms were tapped off. We finally came to a large metal door and we entered it.

“So, tell me Mrs. Silverstein, when did you get your shot.” The doctor was shuffling through papers and tightly secured a face mask on him.

“About a month ago.” She replied

“Have you had any abnormal behaviors lately? Like obsessive sweat, hunger, nausea?”

“Nope, everything is completely normal what is this about doctor?” The doctor struggled to talk.

“Well, Mr. & Mrs. Silverstein, there have been reactions recently towards the vaccine.”

“What kind of Reactions?” I interrupted.

“I am not liable to tell you such information Mr. Silverstein, but I can tell you this we will have to do extensive tests on your wife do to these reactions. These tests are critical to your wife’s survival and yours as well.” Shocked and confused I agreed with my wife on these tests. I left the hospital and went to a hotel. There I got a call.

“Hello?” I asked who could be calling this early in the morning.

“Hello, this is Dr. Selvitus.” The doctor seemed shaken for some reason.

“What’s up? I asked still half a sleep.

“It’s your wife, I am terribly sorry.” The doctor said in condolence. My heart stopped, all time and space halted and all the words became jumbled in my head. I couldn’t breath. I was chocking, chocking on death, chocking on love then I passed out. The next morning I awoke with tears dripping down my face, soaking every inch of the hotel’s scratchy sheets. All kinds of thoughts raced through my head, why this? Why that? Then I snapped myself out of it and went down to claim my wife as dead. We wrote obituaries with no cause of death on them because nobody knew what had killed her, whether it was the tests or the vaccine. The funeral was filled with relatives that paid their respects then went on their way. The once bright August sky turned dark and dreary, soon the gravestone would decay and the memories would seize to exist, my outlook on things changed drastically.