Post by riotgirlheather on Nov 15, 2010 16:02:41 GMT -8
I wrote this over the summer...okay, over like a night and a half in the summer. Feel free to give constructive criticism, grammar and syntax advice...any of it. ;D
Written by: [glow=red,2,300]Heather Diane Gaddis[/glow]
Looking back, it started small. Most outbreaks usually do. The first report came from a small town in the mountains, as it always does. The difference is...that the small town in question, was mine. Who am I, you may ask. Well, who I am isn't as important as what happened, nothing in this new world is as important as the necessity to chronicle the beginning. I'll humor you; to an extent. I'm an average, slightly overweight, twenty-something nerd. I could be just like you or someone you know. This is why the beginning has to be told.
It was a muggy July day in the Appalachain Mountains. The first known case happened in a grassy field. A man was out looking for the new calf and it's mother in his pasture when he saw it. What did he see? Well, let me get there. Like I said, he saw it. The calf was running toward the farmer, then ran on by. The farmer started to walk toward the thing he saw. He was completely shocked by the sight his eyes revealed. There, in the field, lay the mother cow. She was making inaudable sounds. Beside the cow was a man in a three-piece suit; completely out of place, and mutilating the cow. The farmer lost his temper and ran toward the man, yelling obscenities and freaking out. He got the man's attention.
The farmer got a look at the man's face and saw it was mangled beyond recognition. The man came at the farmer slowly, but with a creepy, blank stare. The farmer turned, started to run, and tripped over a rock. The man got closer and sank his teeth into the farmer's arm. The man stopped biting and pulled back, taking a chunk with him, just long enough for the farmer to escape.
It was all over the news later that night. The farmer's arm was bandaged, but you could still see the blood oozing through. It was like it wouldn't heal. The farmer got sick a day later, then the next...he was dead. That was on the news too. The police never found the strange man. Later that night, the farmer's body went missing. It was "as if he just got up and walked out," according to the funeral parlor director.
The next day the hospital was flooded by people claiming that they were bitten by the strange man, the farmer, or some other crazy person. A couple of days later, those people had changed. The town had changed. The remaining citizens barred their doors and hid. That's when everything changed forever. We didn't know what we know now. If we had known, we could've been ready. We wouldn't have lost as many to this disease, or whatever it is. The scourge wouldn't have spread as fast or as far as it did. We could've stopped it. Please understand that we didn't know.
Anyway, after people started hiding, things went really bad. The news reports kept us updated. First, the thing had spread along the east coast and kept spreading north and south. The scourge spread down to Florida, then west. It spread to Canada, and went west as well. This thing spread so fast. Within a week, the reports were coming from as far as California. People were being interviewed about theories of how it started. The zealots said God was smiting a corrupt civilization. The kooks said aliens were reanimating the dead for their amusement. The only theory that made sense was still crazy. There were scientists talking about a military base hidden in the mountains. About experiments that went on to make our soldiers the "ultimate soldier."
The government and the president, of course, denied all alligations. The president even went so far as to hold a webcam press conference from the bunker he'd taken his family to, to deny it. To us survivors, the people who had seen the horrors, the president's words and actions meant nothing. We'd seen friends, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, and even children go through an attack, die, then come back as a flesh eating monster.
Surprisingly, we didn't lose communications or television coverage for a while. The phones were reserved for extreme emergencies. Every night seemed like an emergency with all the groaning and clawing at the house. The daytime seemed safer. At least we could see then. We knew none of them had gotten in. The fear that they would get in was constant. My family was lucky. We had one of those underground bunkers. We stocked it with enough to last us at least five years. We managed to get underground without incident.
A couple of years have passed since the beginning. We haven't heard the creatures in quite some time. Just this morning, there was a signal on the television. Dad says we're going to open the door today. I had to write all of this down, just in case the tv was wrong. Well, it's time to go, the door is open now. I hope this wa
Written by: [glow=red,2,300]Heather Diane Gaddis[/glow]
Looking back, it started small. Most outbreaks usually do. The first report came from a small town in the mountains, as it always does. The difference is...that the small town in question, was mine. Who am I, you may ask. Well, who I am isn't as important as what happened, nothing in this new world is as important as the necessity to chronicle the beginning. I'll humor you; to an extent. I'm an average, slightly overweight, twenty-something nerd. I could be just like you or someone you know. This is why the beginning has to be told.
It was a muggy July day in the Appalachain Mountains. The first known case happened in a grassy field. A man was out looking for the new calf and it's mother in his pasture when he saw it. What did he see? Well, let me get there. Like I said, he saw it. The calf was running toward the farmer, then ran on by. The farmer started to walk toward the thing he saw. He was completely shocked by the sight his eyes revealed. There, in the field, lay the mother cow. She was making inaudable sounds. Beside the cow was a man in a three-piece suit; completely out of place, and mutilating the cow. The farmer lost his temper and ran toward the man, yelling obscenities and freaking out. He got the man's attention.
The farmer got a look at the man's face and saw it was mangled beyond recognition. The man came at the farmer slowly, but with a creepy, blank stare. The farmer turned, started to run, and tripped over a rock. The man got closer and sank his teeth into the farmer's arm. The man stopped biting and pulled back, taking a chunk with him, just long enough for the farmer to escape.
It was all over the news later that night. The farmer's arm was bandaged, but you could still see the blood oozing through. It was like it wouldn't heal. The farmer got sick a day later, then the next...he was dead. That was on the news too. The police never found the strange man. Later that night, the farmer's body went missing. It was "as if he just got up and walked out," according to the funeral parlor director.
The next day the hospital was flooded by people claiming that they were bitten by the strange man, the farmer, or some other crazy person. A couple of days later, those people had changed. The town had changed. The remaining citizens barred their doors and hid. That's when everything changed forever. We didn't know what we know now. If we had known, we could've been ready. We wouldn't have lost as many to this disease, or whatever it is. The scourge wouldn't have spread as fast or as far as it did. We could've stopped it. Please understand that we didn't know.
Anyway, after people started hiding, things went really bad. The news reports kept us updated. First, the thing had spread along the east coast and kept spreading north and south. The scourge spread down to Florida, then west. It spread to Canada, and went west as well. This thing spread so fast. Within a week, the reports were coming from as far as California. People were being interviewed about theories of how it started. The zealots said God was smiting a corrupt civilization. The kooks said aliens were reanimating the dead for their amusement. The only theory that made sense was still crazy. There were scientists talking about a military base hidden in the mountains. About experiments that went on to make our soldiers the "ultimate soldier."
The government and the president, of course, denied all alligations. The president even went so far as to hold a webcam press conference from the bunker he'd taken his family to, to deny it. To us survivors, the people who had seen the horrors, the president's words and actions meant nothing. We'd seen friends, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, and even children go through an attack, die, then come back as a flesh eating monster.
Surprisingly, we didn't lose communications or television coverage for a while. The phones were reserved for extreme emergencies. Every night seemed like an emergency with all the groaning and clawing at the house. The daytime seemed safer. At least we could see then. We knew none of them had gotten in. The fear that they would get in was constant. My family was lucky. We had one of those underground bunkers. We stocked it with enough to last us at least five years. We managed to get underground without incident.
A couple of years have passed since the beginning. We haven't heard the creatures in quite some time. Just this morning, there was a signal on the television. Dad says we're going to open the door today. I had to write all of this down, just in case the tv was wrong. Well, it's time to go, the door is open now. I hope this wa