Adventure Draft #2

A virus was released ten years ago, they thought it was the flu, just a more aggressive strand. They were wrong. It was a highly contagious virus now known as the storm. When the vaccine went through trials, no symptoms showed until it was too late. The shot was released early to the public, before it was ready. So once people went to get their vaccine, instead preventing the virus the vaccine caused it. The participants of the virus didn't realize that this virus remains hidden for two months, meanwhile only revealing flu like symptoms. Yet, really your body is undergoing complete transformation the infected become stronger, can withstand extreme temperatures, your eyesight is poor, and your cells can regenerate at an unheard of speed. Yet, you are no longer classified as human, your life expectancy is short (because of the disease), and once you die your body becomes a walking blood thirsty pathogen.

Storm, formally stormaclorosis, infected nearly half of the population of industrialized countries, their own industrialization was their downfall. The government didn't try to find a cure they kept the public scared in order to gain more power. And eventually mass exterminations of the infected began; I took part in it. For three years I exterminated all of the infected. People wore masks as everyday apparel and I worked to keep them "healthy". Some of the few storm victims who survived went under ground and formed plans to fight back, making a massive army. Mallerix, the company who created the vaccine which infected millions was shut down and became the center of the resistance. The government tried to round up all that led the resistance, but failed. The public eventually believed that the infected had disappeared after a few years, and I did too. That is until a full fledged attack was committed on the capital. The president was killed and I was infected trying to defend him. Left and taken by the humans, I was tested in a medical facility. Many times I was burnt to death and resuscitated only to be the exact same when I woke up, no scars. I could no longer stand it, escaped and joined the resistance. Truly we are just people looking for justice and a cure. We are just like you, but stronger and pissed. Yet, the government has called us terrorists, zombies, but we are more commonly known as the storm squad.

"Strobe are you sure you're ready?" Charles said to me through the ear piece.
"Of course, besides do I really have a choice," I replied
"No," Charlie stated. "So don't fuck this up."

I revved my bike and sped down the highway. I have but one chance to get the cure, it isn't going to be easy though. I was headed for the heart of the beast to get a weapon. This weapon was designed to kill me, but it could also be the answers to all of my problems. No longer having to fight, it sounds unreal. I got to the side of the facility where all weapons are created. I slowly climbed up the rocky wall to the roof. The rocks were supposed to disguise the building, but all it did was make it easier to infiltrate. Standing on the top I removed a small rock so that I could pear through their glass ceiling. All I needed was to see it, to confirm where it was and then the job would be easy. The weapon the are creating is crystallized storm exterminators cells that would kill my kind on contact, they planned to put these crystals in guns, so that we are easier to get rid of. They have finally succeeded, but only one crystal has been made and it is also the answer to the cure.

I see it. A blue transparent crystal. A scientist is carrying it to a safe to protect it, he wont get there. I quickly secure my bungee to a stable rock, break the glass, break the glass above him, pull out my gun and propel down. I shoot him in the head. Yet, as I reach to catch the crystal it is just beyond my grasp and falls on top of his dead body. I unhook myself and land on the floor of the lab. All in the room are quickly armed. I kick one of the metal tables through a group of guards. They are flow against the wall and their skulls crack open. I hide behind a large instrument and they continue to fire. The crystal is in the middle of the battle field. I lift up the large instrument and throw a direct hit at the shooters who have the best aim, they shouldn't have formed a group. Natural instinct, stupid. This manages to distract them, I run across the room, grab the crystal, and take cover behind and unsuspecting man, surprised he panics. I break his neck. Two are left and I know more are on their way, I have to get out quickly. yet, the two that remain are persistent, they're using minorly tested equipment and it's difficult to respond to electrical charges and poison bullets. They continue to fire while I've found shelter behind a metal counter. I make sure the crystal is safe, they stop to reload and I run out and shoot both of them in the head. And walk out, they were lousie shots. My bike is waiting for me.

"S do you have it?" Charlie said over my ear piece.
"Affirmative," I replied victorious.

Writing Assignment #3 (Article)

It was a January day, a slight chill in the air and an uncomfortable stillness in what is usually a city filled with sirens, cries, and explosions. In this city silence is more terrible than a blast which kills a million, because knowing something will come is worse. Anticipating pain and having time to remember those already lost is more frightening than loosing.

The only things which strike the silence are the tears of mourning parents and the happy chuckles from naïve children, who easily forget the pain. Lines of escorted pupils travel to school with a slight skip in their step, for there are no loud noises to eat at their spirit. As the children file into the establishment, teachers scope out the scene for possible attackers, predators looking to prey on the innocent and cripple the wise. Yet, from what they could see the coast was clear, even though the feeling in their gut claimed otherwise.

Final bells rang and doors were shut. Students slowly go to class holding each word they have spoken to their friends like candy on their tongues before the teacher snatches it away and throws the sticky sugar in the bin. The young have not yet realized the cloud which hangs over their head. They don’t notice the film over their eyes or the wax in their ears, which prohibits them from seeing the storm brewing and from hearing the roll of thunder which warns them of future danger.

Yet, the staff aware of how dangerous silence is, eye each other in the hall mutually recognizing each others uncomfort. The feeling spreads among them like a yawn, which signals the sleep to come.

As chalked is picked up and desks are slumped into, feelings are confirmed. It starts with the rev of an engine and the screech of rubber on worn breaks. A man crazed with dangerous faith and false morals blindly runs into his countries future at full speed, with the full intention to alter it. The metal crinkles as the bricks crack and the car bursts red and orange executioners. Killing a mama’s boy, a daddy’s girl, the possible future president, and the mother of a new born baby, lost. A mother weeps, a father drinks, a baby is sold, and a country has passed the point of no return. It knows that its savior’s life was slowly eaten and their flesh charred by the overwhelming stupidity of-one. One-who destroyed a nation.