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Kill the Necrovive

"It had been only days since the Infection became widespread, but to me... to me it seemed painfully longer..."Part I: The Beginning
My first day on the job. Can you friggin' believe it? Of all the days, it had to be my first damn day on the job. My mama always said if there was bad luck to be had, I'd have it. Guess I was tempting fate by becoming a cop. Let me fill you in. I'd been assigned a "buddy" for my first patrol, nice fella by the name of Nick. Good old fashioned red-blooded male. Liked his beer, his barbecues and loved his job and country. Some would say he loved his barbecues and beer a little much, given the custom notches he had clearly had to carve into his belt, and his seasonal but year-round nickname of "Saint Nick", on account of his startling resemblance to you know who, but he was a good guy. One of the most experienced guys on the force, if you asked his opinion on the matter, and as far as he was concerned his opinion was fact. I didn't mind indulging his ego a little, since the experience he flaunted came with some fantastic stories, and sitting in that depressing little diner, on that miserable October evening, what I needed more than anything else, was a good story.

Just as Nick was settling in to tell me how he captured the cities most notorious crime boss with nothing but his wits and an extra sharp toothpick, our radios crackled with the news to be "on the lookout for an extremely disorientated and dazed individual, dressed in what seem to be hospital scrubs". We laughed it off, made some off hand joke about it being just another nut escaped from the local wacky factory. Man, we just... we just laughed it off. How fucked is that? That's how jaded we all were I guess. So sure we were safe in our little bubbles. God, if only we'd known...

"Man, they need to tighten the security at that place." Nick quipped. "That's the third escaped wacko in as many months, I'm sick of spending my Friday nights cleaning up someone elses mess. Especially when that mess is hopped up to the eyeballs on valium." I laughed and warmed my hands on my coffee cup, turning to take a look out of the window. I almost shit my pants when staring back at me from behind the glass, was a wide-eyed and manic looking fella, with a thousand yard stare and the palest skin I'd ever seen. He seemed to be staring past me, to the waitress behind the diner counter who was busy cashing out the register. She was a pretty girl, and Nick said she always tossed him an extra refill when it was just the two of 'em. Maybe she was sweet on him? I don't know.

"Nick," I muttered "Don't freak, but I think our little Cap'n Crazy from the report may have found us." I gestured gently towards the window with my head. Nick said nothing, but nodded slowly and rose cautiously from the table. I followed his lead, placing the money for our bill on the counter as I left and quietly told the waitress to make her way into the office and lock the door if she could. You never know how a situation like that is going to turn out, so safety first I told her.
"Just act like you haven't noticed him, rookie." Nick whispered, as he pushed the door open and signaled me to go on ahead. "Just keep your cool, walk slowly to the vehicle, and we'll call in a description, make sure it's him before we slap the cuffs on." I did as I was told, and walked out of the diner and calmly made my way to the squad car.

As I unlocked the door to the drivers side, and the back-seat so it was ready for the possible arrest, I heard Nick curse from the other side of the vehicle.
"Shit shit shit, I left my godamn wallet in the booth. I gotta grab it, the gas we got in here won't make it back to the station and my cards in there. I'll be right back." He walked back to the diner, and sidled carefully past the oblivious suspect and back inside. While I waited, I lowered myself into the vehicle and lit up a cigarette before calling in the possible perps' description. As I took a drag and savoured the nicotine, as usual promising myself this was my last smoke, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes for a few seconds, before glancing up into the rear-view mirror. What I saw is permenantly etched into my brain.

A diner window covered in blood and guts. Nicks' barely recogniseable lifeless corpse, crumpled against the wall. Chunks of flesh were missing from his face, and his torso, now visible through his viciously torn shirt was almost decimated. The suspect, hunched over him, hurriedly feasting on the remains, its' white scrubs now dashed with crimson, viscous liquid dripping from his hands and mouth. My own mouth hung open, and my cigarette fell out onto my lap. I didn't notice until it burned through the fabric of my pants and the pain snapped me back to reality. I froze. Everything seemed to move in slow-motion, after what seemed like an eternity trying to pick up the lit cigarette from where it had rolled under my leg, the last thing we needed right now was a goddamn car fire. I whipped my head back to look in the mirror again. Nothing. The suspect was gone. Just... gone. As though he'd never been there, as though the invisible man had just straight up and murdered Nick and gone on his way. I wasn't gonna tempt fate, not again. I came to my senses rapidly. I had to get out of there.

I fumbled with the keys in the ignition, started the car and got the fuck out of there as fast as I could. There was no saving Nick, not after what that... thing had done to him. It'd take a miracle to save anyone after that. I slammed on the accelerator, willing the car to flip physics the bird and just get me the hell out of there at the speed of sound. My mind was racing, I couldn't focus, everything was blurring into one another. I contemplated pulling over and radioing the station when I got a little further away, get them to send an ambulance to the diner and to give them a situation report. And that's when I saw it. A flash of white in the back-seat, followed by a searing pain in my back. I felt the blood running down to my waist, and heard the monstrous gurgle of whatever the fuck that thing was as it tore into my shoulder. The pain was unbearable, I lost control of the car and found myself heading straight for a store front window. My vision became blurrier, the pain creeping to new heights, and I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing I remember is seeing that store window just inches from the car, knowing I was about to crash. A sense of peace washed over me. It would all be over any second. And then... nothing. Nothing at all.

Part II: The End
I awoke, what I can only assume was several days later, covered in glass and surrounded by fallen shelves. I laid, disorientated for several minutes before trying to sit up. Jolts of pain shot through my body like tiny lightning bolts and I tried to cry out in pain, but I couldn't. My tongue, god... my tongue was just lolling out of the side of my mouth. Swollen, and stretched as though someone had put it through a mangle and had then taken a hammer to it. I tried to raise my arms to grab onto something, hoping to pull myself up. The sight of them made my stomach churn. My skin had turned a dull grey, and I was covered in boils and pustules of some kind. Tears welled in my eyes as I struggled to get to my feet, and struggled even harder to stay upright. I took a few tentative steps towards the hole in the window that I can only assume was made by my squad car, which was nowhere to be seen. Looking back now, someone probably snagged it on their way out of town. I don't blame 'em, if it worked I'd have done the same thing.

I made my way slowly to the street, stopping when the pain overwhelmed me and then continuing. If I could have raised my arms to my eyes, I would have covered them, because what I saw... well... it wasn't pretty. The streets were littered with glass, personal belongings, trash bags and... corpses. Hundreds of corpses, all either decapitated, or with their skull bashed in. The smell of decay filled the air, and the sound of far off moans and whimpers could be heard on the evening breeze.
"What the fuck happened here." I thought to myself, as I stepped cautiously over one dead body after the next. My tongue felt like it was throbbing, and my stomach felt as though it were on fire. I tried to cough, but all I could muster was a disgusting choking sound. As soon as the sound left my body, a feeling of dread overcame me. From the corner of my eye, I saw movement. Something lunged towards me. I moved out of the way as fast as I could, and turned to see what it was.
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"N....niick? Nn..nnniccck?" I whispered. Each letter pained me as it left my throat. The creature in front of me looked like Nick, but it damn sure wasn't Nick. It had his face, his kindly, slightly pudgy face, but its' body? Its' body was the size of a small weather balloon. And the noises he was making, goddamn. Sounded like someone was trying to drown the entire populace of Texas in the same lake at once. Gurgling and belching and squelching, ugh... if I could have vomited I would. He looked ready to explode at any minute, and I wasn't about to stick around to find out if he did. I ran away from him, as fast as I could manage. I ran from him for the second time. I was so ashamed, but what the fuck could I do to help? I couldn't help myself, let alone anyone else. I ducked into another trashed store and collapsed onto the floor, exhausted and delirious from the pain. I had no idea what was going on.

Where the fuck was everyone? How did I end up like this? I had so many questions, and no one to answer them. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Why had Nick tried to attack me? Did he not recognise me? Was that even him anymore? My breathing became even shallower. I propped myself up against the nearest wall. We both were attacked by the same guy, what changed to make Nick end up like that, and me like this? Who killed all those people? Was it self defense? I had no idea, and I had a feeling I'd never find out. My chest felt like I'd drank a vat of acid, and every single breath felt like a lifetime of struggle now. My time was running out, I had to do something. People had to know that all of.... us... whatever we are. We weren't like Nick. Some of them could have been like me. Some of them were mothers, fathers, sons and daughters. They were people. And they had stories. Stories like mine.

I dragged myself over to the store counter, and grabbed the receipt pad from the shelf below the register, along with a pencil and I began to write furiously. It was as if the pain left my body, if only for a moment, so I could tell my story to the world, do one last worthwhile thing with my life. And so I did.

And if you're reading this... then you know the rest. I'm so sorry for anything I may have tried to do to you, it wasn't me. I don't want anyone to ever think that was me. Please, forgive me. Forgive all of us.

And Mama... if you're safe like I hope you are, and if you ever read this. You were right, Mama. You were so right. I'll always find that bad luck, no matter what.

Your boy, Jason.

Name ~ Jason Rochester
Age ~ 26
Occupation ~ Police Officer
Strain ~ Smoker
Infected ~ Day One

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