| Zombie Apocalypse Backstory; Written by Nex Terren | |
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| Punchinello | Feb 23 2009, 09:18 PM Post #1 |
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My name is Dr. Gerald Peter Shepperd. I am a survivor of the infection, although I doubt myself fortunate enough to survive the other terrors that plague the world today. These are the events as they happened. I am writing them down so that the survivors might know what really happened, and so an honest account of history can be preserved. On September the 26, 1998, 14:07 hours at Camp Dodge Iowa it all began, as all the world knows by now. I do not know if it was an act of terrorism, miscommunication, or faulty design, but a number of nuclear warheads were detonated inside Camp Dodge's top secret underground WMD storage facility. The initial bast took out all of Camp Dodge, and even made its way into the heart of Des Moines some nine miles away. A tidal wave of nuclear fallout, ash, and debris shot forth from the area, and within twelve hours sprinklings of ash were reported as far away as Chicago. Having been a consultant for biological weapons for the government, I was called upon as part of a team to quickly advice the government as to what the short term and long term effects of the bast would be. We were given a detailed list of every weapon in the facility, and we quickly came to the conclusion that any viral or chemical weapon would have been annihilated by the initial blast, or instantaneously spread out to a degree to not warrant consideration. I only later discovered that they had not told us all the weapons the facility held. They released us to the outside world four days after the blast, and I was allowed to view the first stages of the aftermath. Worldwide panic and universal economic depression could already be seen. The entire United States Armed Forces had been called into play to stop the chaotic riots and violent protests. Day seven, the first signs of the worst nightmare imaginable played out before us. Accelerated by the winds of over 600-MPH by the blast, more than ash was spread across America. Large numbers of casualties began plaguing the continental US, with reported outbreaks in Britain, Russia, and South Africa. By October the 6th the US government reassembled its team in the Cheyenne Mountain Complex, and I—alongside nearly a hundred other specialists—were informed of the one weapon that the Camp Dodge Reports had not mentioned: the Zone Oppressing Mass Biological Infection-Experimental weapon. The genius behind the warhead was outstanding. That anyone had ever created such a terror was despicable. Without question the heartiest virus ever crafted by man, the ZOMBIE agent was designed to turn entire populations into mindless, terror-inducing cannibalistic beasts, not requiring vital functions to survive. And it had been thrust into the atmosphere with the force of 200 kilotons of TNT. Knowing that designing a vaccine was impossible in the time it would take for the virus to completely destroy America, we quickly formed the only plan that we could in the hours we had. In a period of eight hours after official approval, one thousand individuals—a collection of scientist, soldiers, military commanders and political leaders—were given extremely small doses of the virus, hoping that they would form a resistance to it. I was one of the lucky few that did not receive such a dose. For one week I watched over them and provided medical care. I was horrified by the results of our 'solution.' Some died from the virus outright, others by the medical complications. Some were taken full-force by the virus, and became man-eating terrors. Still others went insane, and began to possess a kinship to the demonic half-human beasts. Running for my life, I manage to escape the Colorado military base. It was day twenty after the explosion that I finally—by foot—made it to “civilization.” As it turned out there was nothing that any sane man would wish to return to. Absolute anarchy consumed everything, and the dead numbered as many as the ZOMBIE terrors. Those who had been spared from the virus or had defeated it were outnumbered twenty to one already. I manage to secure reports that said the virus had hit full force across the globe, and that immediately after I was taken into governmental custody no less than forty wars erupted, and the world economy had completely collapsed. With the help of a squadron of National Guard soldiers, I hunted down thirty survivors. Together we attempted to hold out in a warehouse in Colorado Springs. Before ten days had passed everyone in the group was dead, or one of the creatures except for me. I've spent what has been just over a week since retreated to an urban district. Eighteen times the monstrosities have driven me in a mad dash escape. I am without food, water, and sleep. Since the last man was bitten in the warehouse, I have not seen a single other human being. I pray that at least someone is still alive to find this message after my end. I hope that none of my research into viral engineering aided the construction of this weapon. I pray that I had no part in helping along the events that led to the Camp Dodge Incident. I am sorry that this world ever had to exist. Do not try to find me. Do not try to save me. I deserve whatever end I receive. Just please forgive me for whatever I might have done. It is now thirty-five days after the beginning of the end. Always I know you'll be at my show “Not so. I will not go.” |
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