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No one is quite sure how it happened,or when,but the apocalypse started. Not with fire and brimstone nor with earth quakes and storms, but with screams in the night that few, if any heard. Man thought he was the major ruler of his destiny, he was the one who decided his own fate. Too bad he was wrong as usual. On a darkly lit island just off the coast of America the first zombie came into being. In under a week the whole of the island's population was gone. The government kept it hidden from the world, as they are want to do. That was the biggest mistake next to the belief that they couldn't get across the water. True they can't swim or walk through the water, but they can and did infect other creatures that could make the journey. In the first month after the "virus" hit land we lost Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Mississippi, Louisiana,South and North Carolina. In just over six months the USA became the USZ, the United States of Zombies. Not everyone is infected and the spread probably continues even now, but that is another story for another time. Many people grouped together to either find a cure, "cure the infection one bullet at a time",or to find a safe haven where they could live and not fear the horde coming for them. One of these group's, curing one bullet at a time, started out with just a few friends and their loved ones in Montana. As they moved toward the west coast in hopes of finding survivors like them, their leader, Charles, had everyone setting up camp in an easily defended bank, while he did his routine head count and potential threat check. His wife, Clare, was tending to the food supply and worrying about her best friend Rose. Rose had been hurt while traveling and was quarantined under suspicion of possible infection. After the head count Charles went to Rose's quarters to examine her wounds. When Rose saw the pistol he had on him she went pale but, surprisingly, she didn't scream. First he asked her if she knew her name, who he was, the basics. Upon answering him Rose asked, "Do you really think I am infected? I fell and scuffed my arms that's all!" Charles looked at her then he sat by her held her hand and told her the reason he didn't trust any injuries. "My boy, God rest his soul, had fell once. He got cut on an small piece of metal in the dirt, I didn't think anything of it besides cleaning the cut and putting a band-aid on it." A sad smile spread on his face and he looked into Rose's eyes, though he was seeing the past. "The band-aid was his favorite kind even, the ouch-less ones with Wiley Coyote on them. Later that night when we went to bed he changed, and killed his sister. I'll never forget the scream she made when he bite her neck open. I woke and saw what I had done by not separating him from the others over night." Charles pulled out his pistol and looking at it with tears rolling down his cheeks he finished his little story, " I took this very pistol and with nothing more than a sorry I killed my own kids, that is why until I have proof that you are not infected, Rose, you will stay here away from everyone." Rose sniffled and said she was sorry to Charles and that she understood. When he was leaving and about to lock her in Rose asked, "Will it hurt if I change?" Charles looked at her and with a dark look in his eyes he said, "No, Rose just like it wont hurt when I cure you." With that he left and locked the door. Clare came over to him and asked if he thought that Rose would be ok. All he could tell her was that until tomorrow he had no way to know. It's never more than a day, the change happens in under 24 hours after the initial injury, less if the injury was caused by an infected person, and not always if it was caused by an infected creature. Some people believe animals natural defense to sickness is why they dont always spread the infection and why the infection kills them in one week after infection.
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