Written on iPad, no planning made, contains language of a profane nature, do not read if profanities offend you.
The man stood, silently staring over what had once been his home. Before the virus had come, this city had been a thriving metropolises that had been the gem of the country. Now it was a dark, ominous wreck. Of the millions of people living in the many spire-like structures, only a few thousand had survived the virus. Now there was less than a hundred of them left alive, and uninfectd.
It was three days ago that the apocalypse came to the city, and in those three days Jenson had all but lost hope of getting out alive. No-one had owned a gun, or even a crossbow. No-one had thought that they'd need to. The best weapon that was ready and to hand, was a baseball bat with nails hammered through it. However, even that was ineffective against the infected.
The infected... Every survivor had had someone close taken from them, every survivor had only pulled through due to extreme luck, and being no where near areas of high population at the time of the coming. The infected themselves were not quite dead. Rather, they were in a state of permament near death, and they always wished to spread their "gift". They don't look any different at the start, however they cough, sneeze, puke, and generally do things to try and spread the virus. The only known way to permanently put one down was to burn it to a cinder, however the smell attracted hundreds more of the damn things.
"Jensen, JENSEN!" Jensen sighed, "what is it Molly?"
"We're out of food, and running low on water."
"And I've got enough bullets for the two of us, that would be the best way for us you know? They can't infect a dead body, we know that."
"But... That would just feel like giving up, I was up here last night, looking for food stores, and I saw one 20 doors down."
"See any signs of the regents?"
"No, it doesn't seem like they want to bother us after last time, though I did notice that they'd left this shop untouched..."
"Not a good sign, I say we don't go there, and try to establish communication with some survivors, offer our expertise, for shelter and food and water."
"I'd agree with you if it weren't for the regents, bastards seem to have driven all the honest folk from this district."
"Well, I guess we try for that store tomorrow then, any way we could get to it from the rooftops?"
"If we don't screw up it'll be entirely make able from the roofs."
Jensen replied with a curt nod, then looked at the streets below with his binoculars."sector one, two, and three, no change. Four is showing a large collection of infected and fi-shit, get d-ugh..." Jensen collapsed, one eye missing, and half his skill sheared clean off.
"Jensen, no... Damnit." The woman stared into his glassy eye, before closing it and hefting the makeshift crossbow they used to defend themselves. "Where the fuck did they get a gun? And of that caliber?" Looking down the scope to sector five she sees a sight that makes her want to scream in anger. The military. She takes aim, and fires, and fires, and fires. She kills as many as she can, before they spot her and send her to an early grave. You see, the government had made this city, not to be the leading nation in luxury housing, but as a testing facility for a new bio chemical weapon that they were developing. The results were promising, but would need refining.
It would be four days till all the survivors were either infected or killed, and a further year before the city was declared safe for decontamination units to move in. The government card not for the little slice of hell it had created, the test sped up the development of their weapon so much, that soon they forced every major nation in the world to fold, before collapsingmtominfighting and rebels. Not much is known about the Third World War, or, as we survivors call it, the time of the virus. That was the first, and last, time the virus was used in a combat situation, it was uncontrollable. Countless billions died or got infected, but we survive, we adapt, we will take our world back, building by building, street by street, settlement by settlement. Or die trying.