• It is February 21, 2013, the three month anniversary of the infection spreading. Most people didn’t believe the ancient Aztecs and Mayans, about the date of the end of the world. Scientists were making progress in regenerating dead tissues into new working organs and other tissues for the people that needed them. The scientists had to use dead people for testing, since dead bodies had the same tissues as living bodies did, only that living people have working organs and tissues.

    It got late into the night at the labs once, and the scientists had a breakthrough in the research. One man got a carcass to rise up and move around. All of the other scientists were awed and dumbfounded by it. Suddenly though, the body lunged at a nearby man and bit ferociously and animally into his neck, spraying blood all over the stark white walls of the lab. There were no guards present in the facility at the time because of it being one in the morning.

    Frantically, the scientists were ripping tat the door and controls as others around them were being infected. The last two men finally got the door open and ran out, but the first zombie ran faster than the others and got to them easily, and clawed one’s head. The other kept running, so he wouldn’t end the same. But, as he was finding the key for the front door, the first infected body ripped his hand through the scientist’s intestines, as the scientist flailed wildly and sporadically at the hand inside him. Soon, the scientist fell silent, and the zombies walked out into the night of December 21, 2012.

    This is the beginning of Zach’s story in the dangerous world…

    I am sorry that this is so short right now, but I am going to be expanding this on a wide scale and am going to make a lot more bigger entries, so give me a good rating, check back for more, and/or donate wink