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No. 9191
Outbreak
The news said something about a mutated strain of the ?bird-flu? that was breaking out in San Diego County, California. Some scientist was on the air practically shitting himself trying to tell people that ?the end is upon us,? that this mutation was a ?sign from god? and we were all condemned. The live audience laughed him off the stage on television, but the next day reports started coming in of mass homicides in San Diego County. I sat on the couch in my apartment and watched in awe as live news choppers showed the chaos down below. Places I had known my whole life, stores I had grown up around, were in ruin. Smoke raced into the sky, fires ran rampant, and the most horrifying part of it all ? people were eating each other. The t.v. said to evacuate the entire county due to some ?biological weapon? that was set off from a ?terrorist attack? which drove people crazy. I thought to myself, fuck this and packed a bag with a few things I needed and grabbed my glock and slammed a fresh clip in. The second I opened my door I could smell the fires, and hear the screams.
I rushed down the stairs, and what lay before me I could only compare to the deepest bowels of hell. Bodies were scattered across the parking lot, people running and screaming everywhere, soot rained from the skies and the ground shook from almost constant explosions. My entire apartment complex was ablaze, and the stench alone made me gag. Shit I left my car keys upstairs. I went back to my apartment but when I reached the bottom step my neighbors walked out of the door next to mine. I tried calling to them but they seemed out of it, completely gone from this world. And the Tom turned to stare at me from atop the stairwell. Half of his face was gone, and so was a good sized chunk of his torso. I stood in shock at what I saw, and for a brief moment, when I looked into his eyes, I saw? recognition. He knew it was me, but then that look was replaced with a guttural snarl as he jumped from the second story at me, screeching the whole way down. I backpedaled just in time as he smacked into the concrete next to me and popped off two rounds into his chest as he stood and came for me.
It didn?t stop him. It didn?t even hurt hi
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