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These are the people’s Fursonas used: Trent is Scion_Z_G_R_V/ Xander is Diabolous49/ Kihba is WolfMURR/ Alan is alanraccoon95/ ex626akakeon is Neon Nakado. I may have changed the ages slightly in order to accommodate the story line. If you find anything that you don’t like then tell me. And thanks to all those who let me use there Characters *hugs you all*
Apotheosis, Presupposition
Know the people around you. They may not be who they say they are.
‘Get up’ I move my feet and try to open my eyes but all I see is darkness. The strength has been drained from me; my vision shot, and my body limp. I need to get out of here. But I can’t, how could I? I’m pinned in this car. I can here the approaching wails of the diseased horde, the sound gets louder but my strength fails to return to me. I might as well just give up. There is no way out of this hellhole. I’ve tried to get to salvation, and I failed.
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“Keep that car protected until Xander can get there.” “What do you think I’ve been doing?” I sit at the window seal; over looking the crashed car about a mile down the neighbor hood drive way. I pick off every infected monster as it tries to get close to the car. I use my CheyTac .408 Intervention, while Kilo shoulders the M40A3. Firing round after round, we’re able to keep the beasts just outside the twenty foot mark which we mentally put on the road. The radio crackles then a voice comes through, “Stop firing, I see it.” We look through our scopes and we see that Xander’s car is just about 50 feet away. I keep my sites fixed over the crashed car, and at the same time fumbling for a fresh magazine.
“Logun, I’m at the car.” “Yea I can see that, who is it, and are they infected?” “
He doesn’t look infected, what should we do?” I think for a second. Then I answer, “Get him over here.” “Alright” the radio goes dead and I looked at Kilo, he looked back. He said, “Do you think he’s infected?” “We won’t know until we get a good look at him.”
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I don’t know where I am at this point. I feel like I’m moving. I feel a cool surface pressed against my cheek. My eyes are focusing and my thoughts are clearing. I can see the dimly lit road ahead and a pistol on the dashboard. A voice in my head tells me, ‘Grab it.’ My actions are faster then my thoughts and in a second I have the pistol in my hand and the barrel in the side of the drivers head. “Easy there.” I ignored him, “Who the Fuck are you!?” He slows down; then replies, “I’m the one who just saved your ass, now sit down and buckle up.” I sit down and work my seatbelt on trying, at the same time, to keep the gun pointed at his head. “Now answer my question you pink mother fucker.” He doesn’t say anything but the radio attached to his pants crackles. A voice says, “Put the gun down.” I grab the radio and respond; “Who are you?” a voice replies, “just put the gun down. We’ll meet shortly.” I have a hard time trusting anyone at this point. It takes every thing in me to put the gun down, but I keep my eyes fixed on the driver, ready to put a round into his head at any second. He look’s at me, smiles and says, “The names Xander; you?” I hesitate. But eventually I say, “Keegan.”
Xander is odd looking. His fur is pink mixed with some red. It’s hard to make out the correct ratio in the dark. He probably used a dye to color it that way. And the tuff on the top of his head is purple; ‘God, Infected dragons and now Pink wolves, one thing after another.’
I’m basically fucked; I had someone who could fly a plane and know he’s missing. A pink wolf picks me up and someone over a short wave radio tells me that ‘We’ will meet. I doubt that anybody knows how to fly a plane; which means I’m not going to get out of here any time soon. Both by M4 and PSG are gone. All I have is my .475 Magnum, and only two spare magazines. I’m out manned, but I hope I’m not out gunned.
Xander drives around a couple blocks in order to lose the massive Horde of the infected. He finally turns to a larger road and drives for three more blocks and takes a left. This street is lined with small stores and mid-sized apartment complexes. He suddenly turns into a small dark ally and stops. “Get out, and follow me.” I hesitate but I do what he tells me. He hasn’t tried to shoot me yet, so I figure he’s not going to. Then again, I have his gun.
Even though I don’t feel comfortable around him, I get into an elevator, which is small, compact, and dark; the perfect place for a kill. Xander pressed a button that lit up. The button read ‘floor 3’. Soon, we were just passed the second floor. Some light was visible on the third floor; I got ready. The elevator stopped and I quickly grabbed Xander by the neck. I pressed the gun to his head and the door slid open. Two people were standing just ten feet away from the elevator door. They saw that I had Xander by the neck. They quickly picked up their Assault rifles and aimed them at me. The one on the left said, “Let him go.” I didn’t comply with this order. Instead I said, “I’m not going to let this guy go until someone tells me what the fuck is going on!” They look at each other; they both nod and they drop there weapons. “Drop your weapon, and we’ll talk.” A thousand thoughts are racing through my head at this moment, ‘Pull the trigger. Put it down. Pull the trigger. You’re out gunned…be smart. Pull the trigger.’ I shook my head slightly, attempting to silence the annoying thoughts. But they were still there. ‘Common sense, remember? Don’t trust anyone’ I decided to go with my instincts and let him go. But the gun would remain in my hand. Xander walked to the others and said something. I couldn’t hear anything, but it sounded like they were talking about two others. They all nod slightly then the one on the right says, “I’m sorry about all this, the names Kilo.” I say, “Ky-Low?” this is stupid, I need answers; not names. “I didn’t want your names; I want to know what’s going on.” The one on the left speaks, “Okay, were survivors, just like you. I saw that car crash out side. I sent Xander, here, to go and see who was driving it. When he got there, you were the only one in it.” “There was someone else in the car with me; what happened to him?” “We don’t know. The only one who was in the car, when Xander got there, was you; nobody else.” “Why would you risk him, for me?” “We save who ever we can. Just because everybody else died, doesn’t mean a survivor has to.” “Well it doesn’t matter who you save, we are all going to die if we can’t get out of here.” A long pause. Then the guy on the left said, “My names Logun. And yes we know that we will die if we can’t escape Moscow. That’s why we need all the manpower we can obtain.” I scoff at what he just said, “Four guys isn’t enough to fend off everything that’s out there. Those things can overpower a small army.” Logun starts to say something, but all I hear is a loud shriek come from outside. We all look at the windows, which are boarded up. Logun suddenly says, “We need to get to the basement.”
The elevator was crowded with four people in it. But nobody wanted to risk being left behind. The basement was the very last level. There were two sublevels in which cars would be parked. The basement was under every floor and was used as a storage facility. When the elevator finally stopped, Logun was the first one to step out. We all followed suit. I was last because I didn't trust anybody. The basement was a bit cooler then the third level and this time the floor was made of concrete; not wood. There were a number of crates just to my left and an array of weapons at the far end wall. I reached for my Magnum so that could have at least seven more bullets to fire. I hope I didn't need to pull either trigger. But I knew that I would eventually be squeezing both. I took a few steps out of the small elevator, and then I hear glass being clanked together. I looked to my right and there were two others. They were sitting on crates and passing something between them. My grip upon the two pistols in my hands, tightened. I aimed them both at the two silhouettes and quickly walked towards them. I knew they heard me because the left one looked at me and as quick as I stopped he was aiming a small submachine gun at the middle of my chest; he said, "Drop your weapons!" This guy was young; very young. I’d say just 16 or even 15. I couldn't tell. "Drop them NOW!" Logun ran towards me. Once he reached us he said, "Put it down, there with us." One thought was going through my head when he said that; 'Jesus, now I’m really out manned' I didn't want to put the pistols down, but I did anyway. Logun looked at the one brandishing the submachine gun, "Now it’s your turn." He looked at me with a disgusted look, and then he did as Logun demanded. I was able to get a good look at him with my gun’s sights out of my face. He was definitely young. He was slim but had a slight build. He was wearing a tattered no-sleeve shirt and baggy pants which were ripped along both knees and around his mid-thigh. The faint mist of blood on his silvery fur meant he has no problem pulling the trigger on anyone or anything. The weapon it's self was an MP5K; I could see at least five clips on his waist band. What did this mean? I was definitely out gunned. The other was a pink furred husky, and at the looks of him; only one thought was going trough my head at that moment; ‘Another pink bastered?’ He was unarmed and a bit bigger then the other; taller, and wider, a slight build around his forearms but it looked as though he never fired a gun in his life. It Looked as though he had a scare on his left cheek; was it A Bite? Or a scratch? I didn’t know. The kid asks, “Logun. Who’s this?” Logun looks at me, then replies, “His name’s Keegan. Get along; he might have to save your ass.” The kid rolled his eyes, “If I need to be saved, I can just use this.” He reached behind his back an unsheathed a long sword. It was almost his entire body length. The sword was of a Katana design but was longer. My best guess would have to be a Masamune. Then again, I’m not an expert on Japanese swords. He put the tip to my neck, trying to intimidate me but I’ve been shoot at so many times, a simple sword isn’t enough to inflict any fear. He said, “Tread lightly, or you’ll feel this blade cutting through your neck.”
I looked at Logun; he looked at me. Logun spoke first, “His names Alan. The other’s name is Kihba. We picked up both a while back.” Logun left to talk to the others; I, on the other hand, more-or-less ‘Needed’ to get to know these two; Alan especially. I got a good look at what they were passing back and forth. It was a bottle of Clear Vodka. I said, “Aren’t you two a little young to be drinking?” Alan looked at me, “When the world goes to hell, laws are just words without meaning.” I said, “Never have I heard truer words. Let’s see that.” Alan handed me the Vodka. I took a shot and handed it back; finally, something better then canned beans and dirty water. The alcohol burned all the bad taste out of my mouth, living just the slight bite of strong vodka. I sat down and said, “So where are you from?” Alan said, “I was born in Miami Florida, but shortly after, moved to Mexico. I think it was two years ago that I was loaded on to a massive plane and wounded up here. Once the virus emerged in central Europe, my family fell victim to it. I’ve been on my own ever since. I got picked up by these guys seven months ago. I was hiding in an abandoned warehouse when I heard the engine of a car start outside. I went to see what it was. Kilo, Logun and Kihba were standing near a car trying to start it. I thought they were infected so I got closer to get a better look. I think I was five feet away when Kihba saw me. And, as you can see, I nicked him with this.” He held up the long sword. Both Alan and Kihba laughed at the past events. I asked Kihba the same question, “And where you from?” He looked at me. I could see he had green eyes, maybe they were jade. I couldn’t tell. He said, “I lived in Argentina. So I was safe from the virus for a little while, until they started to transport people there. The Virus quickly spread through Brazil, Colombia, and the rest of Upper South America. The last uninfected people were loaded on massive cargo planes and flown here. And to think, I always wanted to live in America. Now there IS no America to go to." I could see the sorrow on his face. Even though most of his fur was dirty and matted in places, I could see His delicate facial twitches of sadness. I think Alan noticed this because he leaned towards Kihba and kissed him. I asked, “Are you both Gay?” Alan looked at me, “I’m Bi asshole.”
January 21, 2010 Journal entry number 4.
Food supply: Excellent. Ammo Supply: too much to evaluate.
God this is hell. Sure I a lot of ammunition and a fuck load of weapons but now I have no way of getting out of here. Everybody here doesn’t seem to get the fact that death is guaranteed to those who can’t escape this place. You can try to move from place to place but eventually you are going to get killed; either by starvation or one of the disease ridden cannibals outside.
I don’t know if I will ever get out of here. But for know, I think that I can only hope. But there is one thing about ‘hope’ that I don’t like. If you hope for something, It almost never comes true.
I put my journal away and I sit on the cracked crate to figure out what to do next. I can’t think of anything. I’m tired, confused and I have an excruciating headache. “Keegan.” I look at Xander, who’s walking towards me. He says, “What’s up?” “Thinking.” He sits on the crate next to me. I can see him a lot clearer now. He looks about my age, maybe younger. It looks as though he went to the gym before all this shit. “What are you thinking about?” “Thinking about getting the hell out of here.” “Oh okay. Listen, we need you over there. Follow me.” He got up and I did as well. I followed him to where Alan, Kihba, Kilo, and Logun were. I heard them talking about certain things but I was too far away to hear clearly. “We need to find a way to the Air port.” Logun was explaining something to them. “I think it’s about 25 miles from here. We need to get some transportation.” I walk over with Xander and stand next to Kilo. He looks at me, “Feeling better?” I say, “Well I’m not dead so…yea.” “Good, ‘cause we’re going to get out of here today. You better be ready.” I nod my head slightly. “We’re going to need to travel light. Take what you can and be ready; we are leaving in an hour.” I look at everyone who’s dispersing, “so that’s it?” everybody looks at me. “No plan on how to get out of here?” Logun said, “Well what do you think we should do?” I said, “Find a fucking place we can go to that might be quarantined.” “Oh and were do you think that we should go?” I sigh, “There was another guy that was with me before you saved me. He said that Madagascar is the only place that was quarantined in all this. There aren’t many people there but the only reason for that is because they shot down any and all aircraft that approached there air space. I don’t know about it know but I think that it’s a good lead.” Logun said, “We’re going to need a pilot that can fly a plan that big to get us there.” “No shit. I had one but he’s gone. The best way I could think a bout…..” I was stopped mid-sentence by the ground moving below me. I thought it was an earth quake but then I heard a rumbling outside. We all ran to the stairs and went up to the ground level. The ground was shaking so erratically that I thought that the building would collapse. We got outside but we couldn’t see anything. I could hear crackling and rushing air towards the back of the building. I ran around the building and saw a massive explosion in the distance. It was the very same mushroom cloud shape. It was close; very close. “Everyone get inside!!!” I ran back to the entrance of the building and ran down the stares. Every body else followed me. The ground was rumbling even more fiercely. The building was on the brink of collapse and still the shaking wouldn’t stop. I could hear the crackling of the explosion get closer and closer. We finally made it to the storage facility. It seemed as though the ground would break up beneath us but thankfully it didn’t. Lights began to blow and the ceiling began to crack. I didn’t know what to do. Every thing was going to shit. Then, everything goes black.
“Do you have them?” I answer, “Yes, all five.” “Good. We’ll be there shortly.” I close the phone and look over the people I got to know over the past months. I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I have a chance to stop all of this.
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I can see the dark sky; A large object moving at me. Then…black. Going in and out of consciousness I can see random things; People looking at me. I notice someone familiar. I can’t make out anything. But I see that’s they have pink and white fur.
My body hurt’s and I feel sick. But I awake to cold steel against my cheek. and people around me. I have the strength to sit up and look around. I can see every body; Alan, Kihba, Xander and Logun, but I don’t see Kilo anywhere. I stand up and stretch my back. I look at everyone and try to wake them up. Alan is the only one who gets up. He asks, “Where the hell are we?” “I don’t know.” Alan shakes Kihba but he still won’t wake up.
Our weapons are all gone. And I don’t even know were the hell we are. Suddenly I hear voices come from the steel door. I wait. The foot steps get closer and closer then finally stop at our door. A couple of hinges unlock then the door opens. I can see two people in the door way. They look at me then the left one says, “Get the other ones up and follow us.” It was a challenge to get every one up but eventually we were all following the two guards. I could see that one was a scaly lizard. I couldn’t tell what species but he had spikes on his elbows. I could see two gold objects in his hip holsters I couldn’t tell what they were. The other was a pitch black wolf. About as tall as the other but a lot more built. We were walking down a large white corridor with large steel doors on either side. I could hear some distant screaming and the sound of doors closing. We were walking towards what looked like massive double doors. The doors opened to a darker room. I didn’t know what to expect. We rounded a corner and found ourselves looking at someone in a chair. I could see someone was talking to him. It looked like… no… it was Kilo. The one in the chair looked at us and said, “Are these the subjects?” Kilo looked at use. Just then, the tension in the room skyrocketed. I could see the confused and angry faces of every one around me. Xander shouted, “What the fuck is this shit?” I hear Kilo say to the guy in the chair, “Yea that’s them.” The one in the chair called one of the guards to him, I heard him say, “Prep the TTC chamber and get Kilo where he needs to go.” I see him nod and he motions for Kilo to follow him. Kilo follows the Guard.
Me, Xander, Kihba, Logun and Alan are left to stare at the purple fox. I say, “What the hell is this about?” he doesn’t say anything right away but he eventually says, “You must be pretty confused at this point, huh?” “No shit. I want to know what the hell is going on.” I know this has to do with the Ovo corp. because I can see the logo strewn about. “This is about saving the world.” “Oh and how is that? Kidnapping people?” he chuckled manically, “Your friend has been selected to go into the TTC chamber. We arranged all this a while back. He promised that he would do what ever he can to stop this shit from happening.” “Oh and how can he stop what already happened?” “You go to the time before it starts.” I get confused and frustrated, “What the fuck are you talking about?” He stands up and starts to pace back and forth, “The Ovo Corporation has developed the technology to time travel. But not just anybody can do that. Your Genes have to have a specific structure in order to go back in time successfully. If not, then your present DNA is going to be entwined with your past’s DNA. This causes massive mutations. You can’t just jump to whatever time period you want. You can go back in time to what ever time you want but you have to be alive at that time. So if you were born in 1990 you couldn’t go back in time to 1989 because you weren’t born yet. You don’t travel THROUGH time; you travel through your thoughts.” “So why are you telling us all this?” “I believe that everybody gets a chance to have everything explained before they die.”
Jesus, we’re going to be test subject for there new Cure. I need to get out of here but I don’t even know how this place is layer out. All I know is that I’m surrounded by oddly colored furs and I’m going to have to let them test certain things on me.
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I get sent back to the same place in which we were taken out of. I’m alone and it’s dark. I don’t have Alan around me and I can hardly see anything. They couldn’t take me because they had enough test subjects already. I’m starting to get worried as I hear screams from different rooms. I hope that everyone is alright, I pace back and forth thinking about everything that happened, but thinking about one thing in particular. Alan.
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The radio crackles and a voice comes through, “Remember we need to destroy every building in Moscow.” I Reply, “I think the last drop leveled the entire area sir.” A slight pause, then, “No, satellite confirms another large building just outside of Moscow. We need to flatten the entire area before we can send anybody in.” I hate doing these missions. I didn’t have to do the last drop because someone else already had it covered. I don’t think this one is even necessary; even if the last Nuke didn’t level everything in sight, nothing can survive the fallout. But I need to do this job or get discharged. “The building is just outside our perimeter.” I prep the release switch and wait. We are the last remaining members of the US army. We are still strong enough to carry out missions like this. But I fear that we aren’t supplied enough to continue doing so. The next thing I hear is the thing I dread the most, “Alright, let’er go.” I pull the switch and hear a bit of a snap then we bank left and go back to the Aircraft carrier. One more mission done, and one more city destroyed.
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I’m starting to feel as though I’m going to be here for ever when suddenly I hear the siren go off. I can hear people banging on there cell doors. I start to get scared the suddenly I hear a voice over the intercom, “Everyone brace yourselves, were going to have a bit of a problem.” Everything goes quiet. I wait in the dim lit room. I’m scared, worried and lonely. I want alan next to me but he’s gone. Suddenly I feel the ground begin to shake. I lay on my belly and cover my head. The Shakling gets more violent and then I can hear the all to familiar crackling sound of a bomb going off. I brace my self and wait. I can feel the building’s foundation start to crack. I can hear the sound get louder and soon it’s to loud to even hear someone yell at you. Then all I see is black…. Breathing is impossible. I’m going to die.
This is Just The Beginning
Apotheosis, Presupposition
Know the people around you. They may not be who they say they are.
‘Get up’ I move my feet and try to open my eyes but all I see is darkness. The strength has been drained from me; my vision shot, and my body limp. I need to get out of here. But I can’t, how could I? I’m pinned in this car. I can here the approaching wails of the diseased horde, the sound gets louder but my strength fails to return to me. I might as well just give up. There is no way out of this hellhole. I’ve tried to get to salvation, and I failed.
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“Keep that car protected until Xander can get there.” “What do you think I’ve been doing?” I sit at the window seal; over looking the crashed car about a mile down the neighbor hood drive way. I pick off every infected monster as it tries to get close to the car. I use my CheyTac .408 Intervention, while Kilo shoulders the M40A3. Firing round after round, we’re able to keep the beasts just outside the twenty foot mark which we mentally put on the road. The radio crackles then a voice comes through, “Stop firing, I see it.” We look through our scopes and we see that Xander’s car is just about 50 feet away. I keep my sites fixed over the crashed car, and at the same time fumbling for a fresh magazine.
“Logun, I’m at the car.” “Yea I can see that, who is it, and are they infected?” “
He doesn’t look infected, what should we do?” I think for a second. Then I answer, “Get him over here.” “Alright” the radio goes dead and I looked at Kilo, he looked back. He said, “Do you think he’s infected?” “We won’t know until we get a good look at him.”
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I don’t know where I am at this point. I feel like I’m moving. I feel a cool surface pressed against my cheek. My eyes are focusing and my thoughts are clearing. I can see the dimly lit road ahead and a pistol on the dashboard. A voice in my head tells me, ‘Grab it.’ My actions are faster then my thoughts and in a second I have the pistol in my hand and the barrel in the side of the drivers head. “Easy there.” I ignored him, “Who the Fuck are you!?” He slows down; then replies, “I’m the one who just saved your ass, now sit down and buckle up.” I sit down and work my seatbelt on trying, at the same time, to keep the gun pointed at his head. “Now answer my question you pink mother fucker.” He doesn’t say anything but the radio attached to his pants crackles. A voice says, “Put the gun down.” I grab the radio and respond; “Who are you?” a voice replies, “just put the gun down. We’ll meet shortly.” I have a hard time trusting anyone at this point. It takes every thing in me to put the gun down, but I keep my eyes fixed on the driver, ready to put a round into his head at any second. He look’s at me, smiles and says, “The names Xander; you?” I hesitate. But eventually I say, “Keegan.”
Xander is odd looking. His fur is pink mixed with some red. It’s hard to make out the correct ratio in the dark. He probably used a dye to color it that way. And the tuff on the top of his head is purple; ‘God, Infected dragons and now Pink wolves, one thing after another.’
I’m basically fucked; I had someone who could fly a plane and know he’s missing. A pink wolf picks me up and someone over a short wave radio tells me that ‘We’ will meet. I doubt that anybody knows how to fly a plane; which means I’m not going to get out of here any time soon. Both by M4 and PSG are gone. All I have is my .475 Magnum, and only two spare magazines. I’m out manned, but I hope I’m not out gunned.
Xander drives around a couple blocks in order to lose the massive Horde of the infected. He finally turns to a larger road and drives for three more blocks and takes a left. This street is lined with small stores and mid-sized apartment complexes. He suddenly turns into a small dark ally and stops. “Get out, and follow me.” I hesitate but I do what he tells me. He hasn’t tried to shoot me yet, so I figure he’s not going to. Then again, I have his gun.
Even though I don’t feel comfortable around him, I get into an elevator, which is small, compact, and dark; the perfect place for a kill. Xander pressed a button that lit up. The button read ‘floor 3’. Soon, we were just passed the second floor. Some light was visible on the third floor; I got ready. The elevator stopped and I quickly grabbed Xander by the neck. I pressed the gun to his head and the door slid open. Two people were standing just ten feet away from the elevator door. They saw that I had Xander by the neck. They quickly picked up their Assault rifles and aimed them at me. The one on the left said, “Let him go.” I didn’t comply with this order. Instead I said, “I’m not going to let this guy go until someone tells me what the fuck is going on!” They look at each other; they both nod and they drop there weapons. “Drop your weapon, and we’ll talk.” A thousand thoughts are racing through my head at this moment, ‘Pull the trigger. Put it down. Pull the trigger. You’re out gunned…be smart. Pull the trigger.’ I shook my head slightly, attempting to silence the annoying thoughts. But they were still there. ‘Common sense, remember? Don’t trust anyone’ I decided to go with my instincts and let him go. But the gun would remain in my hand. Xander walked to the others and said something. I couldn’t hear anything, but it sounded like they were talking about two others. They all nod slightly then the one on the right says, “I’m sorry about all this, the names Kilo.” I say, “Ky-Low?” this is stupid, I need answers; not names. “I didn’t want your names; I want to know what’s going on.” The one on the left speaks, “Okay, were survivors, just like you. I saw that car crash out side. I sent Xander, here, to go and see who was driving it. When he got there, you were the only one in it.” “There was someone else in the car with me; what happened to him?” “We don’t know. The only one who was in the car, when Xander got there, was you; nobody else.” “Why would you risk him, for me?” “We save who ever we can. Just because everybody else died, doesn’t mean a survivor has to.” “Well it doesn’t matter who you save, we are all going to die if we can’t get out of here.” A long pause. Then the guy on the left said, “My names Logun. And yes we know that we will die if we can’t escape Moscow. That’s why we need all the manpower we can obtain.” I scoff at what he just said, “Four guys isn’t enough to fend off everything that’s out there. Those things can overpower a small army.” Logun starts to say something, but all I hear is a loud shriek come from outside. We all look at the windows, which are boarded up. Logun suddenly says, “We need to get to the basement.”
The elevator was crowded with four people in it. But nobody wanted to risk being left behind. The basement was the very last level. There were two sublevels in which cars would be parked. The basement was under every floor and was used as a storage facility. When the elevator finally stopped, Logun was the first one to step out. We all followed suit. I was last because I didn't trust anybody. The basement was a bit cooler then the third level and this time the floor was made of concrete; not wood. There were a number of crates just to my left and an array of weapons at the far end wall. I reached for my Magnum so that could have at least seven more bullets to fire. I hope I didn't need to pull either trigger. But I knew that I would eventually be squeezing both. I took a few steps out of the small elevator, and then I hear glass being clanked together. I looked to my right and there were two others. They were sitting on crates and passing something between them. My grip upon the two pistols in my hands, tightened. I aimed them both at the two silhouettes and quickly walked towards them. I knew they heard me because the left one looked at me and as quick as I stopped he was aiming a small submachine gun at the middle of my chest; he said, "Drop your weapons!" This guy was young; very young. I’d say just 16 or even 15. I couldn't tell. "Drop them NOW!" Logun ran towards me. Once he reached us he said, "Put it down, there with us." One thought was going through my head when he said that; 'Jesus, now I’m really out manned' I didn't want to put the pistols down, but I did anyway. Logun looked at the one brandishing the submachine gun, "Now it’s your turn." He looked at me with a disgusted look, and then he did as Logun demanded. I was able to get a good look at him with my gun’s sights out of my face. He was definitely young. He was slim but had a slight build. He was wearing a tattered no-sleeve shirt and baggy pants which were ripped along both knees and around his mid-thigh. The faint mist of blood on his silvery fur meant he has no problem pulling the trigger on anyone or anything. The weapon it's self was an MP5K; I could see at least five clips on his waist band. What did this mean? I was definitely out gunned. The other was a pink furred husky, and at the looks of him; only one thought was going trough my head at that moment; ‘Another pink bastered?’ He was unarmed and a bit bigger then the other; taller, and wider, a slight build around his forearms but it looked as though he never fired a gun in his life. It Looked as though he had a scare on his left cheek; was it A Bite? Or a scratch? I didn’t know. The kid asks, “Logun. Who’s this?” Logun looks at me, then replies, “His name’s Keegan. Get along; he might have to save your ass.” The kid rolled his eyes, “If I need to be saved, I can just use this.” He reached behind his back an unsheathed a long sword. It was almost his entire body length. The sword was of a Katana design but was longer. My best guess would have to be a Masamune. Then again, I’m not an expert on Japanese swords. He put the tip to my neck, trying to intimidate me but I’ve been shoot at so many times, a simple sword isn’t enough to inflict any fear. He said, “Tread lightly, or you’ll feel this blade cutting through your neck.”
I looked at Logun; he looked at me. Logun spoke first, “His names Alan. The other’s name is Kihba. We picked up both a while back.” Logun left to talk to the others; I, on the other hand, more-or-less ‘Needed’ to get to know these two; Alan especially. I got a good look at what they were passing back and forth. It was a bottle of Clear Vodka. I said, “Aren’t you two a little young to be drinking?” Alan looked at me, “When the world goes to hell, laws are just words without meaning.” I said, “Never have I heard truer words. Let’s see that.” Alan handed me the Vodka. I took a shot and handed it back; finally, something better then canned beans and dirty water. The alcohol burned all the bad taste out of my mouth, living just the slight bite of strong vodka. I sat down and said, “So where are you from?” Alan said, “I was born in Miami Florida, but shortly after, moved to Mexico. I think it was two years ago that I was loaded on to a massive plane and wounded up here. Once the virus emerged in central Europe, my family fell victim to it. I’ve been on my own ever since. I got picked up by these guys seven months ago. I was hiding in an abandoned warehouse when I heard the engine of a car start outside. I went to see what it was. Kilo, Logun and Kihba were standing near a car trying to start it. I thought they were infected so I got closer to get a better look. I think I was five feet away when Kihba saw me. And, as you can see, I nicked him with this.” He held up the long sword. Both Alan and Kihba laughed at the past events. I asked Kihba the same question, “And where you from?” He looked at me. I could see he had green eyes, maybe they were jade. I couldn’t tell. He said, “I lived in Argentina. So I was safe from the virus for a little while, until they started to transport people there. The Virus quickly spread through Brazil, Colombia, and the rest of Upper South America. The last uninfected people were loaded on massive cargo planes and flown here. And to think, I always wanted to live in America. Now there IS no America to go to." I could see the sorrow on his face. Even though most of his fur was dirty and matted in places, I could see His delicate facial twitches of sadness. I think Alan noticed this because he leaned towards Kihba and kissed him. I asked, “Are you both Gay?” Alan looked at me, “I’m Bi asshole.”
January 21, 2010 Journal entry number 4.
Food supply: Excellent. Ammo Supply: too much to evaluate.
God this is hell. Sure I a lot of ammunition and a fuck load of weapons but now I have no way of getting out of here. Everybody here doesn’t seem to get the fact that death is guaranteed to those who can’t escape this place. You can try to move from place to place but eventually you are going to get killed; either by starvation or one of the disease ridden cannibals outside.
I don’t know if I will ever get out of here. But for know, I think that I can only hope. But there is one thing about ‘hope’ that I don’t like. If you hope for something, It almost never comes true.
I put my journal away and I sit on the cracked crate to figure out what to do next. I can’t think of anything. I’m tired, confused and I have an excruciating headache. “Keegan.” I look at Xander, who’s walking towards me. He says, “What’s up?” “Thinking.” He sits on the crate next to me. I can see him a lot clearer now. He looks about my age, maybe younger. It looks as though he went to the gym before all this shit. “What are you thinking about?” “Thinking about getting the hell out of here.” “Oh okay. Listen, we need you over there. Follow me.” He got up and I did as well. I followed him to where Alan, Kihba, Kilo, and Logun were. I heard them talking about certain things but I was too far away to hear clearly. “We need to find a way to the Air port.” Logun was explaining something to them. “I think it’s about 25 miles from here. We need to get some transportation.” I walk over with Xander and stand next to Kilo. He looks at me, “Feeling better?” I say, “Well I’m not dead so…yea.” “Good, ‘cause we’re going to get out of here today. You better be ready.” I nod my head slightly. “We’re going to need to travel light. Take what you can and be ready; we are leaving in an hour.” I look at everyone who’s dispersing, “so that’s it?” everybody looks at me. “No plan on how to get out of here?” Logun said, “Well what do you think we should do?” I said, “Find a fucking place we can go to that might be quarantined.” “Oh and were do you think that we should go?” I sigh, “There was another guy that was with me before you saved me. He said that Madagascar is the only place that was quarantined in all this. There aren’t many people there but the only reason for that is because they shot down any and all aircraft that approached there air space. I don’t know about it know but I think that it’s a good lead.” Logun said, “We’re going to need a pilot that can fly a plan that big to get us there.” “No shit. I had one but he’s gone. The best way I could think a bout…..” I was stopped mid-sentence by the ground moving below me. I thought it was an earth quake but then I heard a rumbling outside. We all ran to the stairs and went up to the ground level. The ground was shaking so erratically that I thought that the building would collapse. We got outside but we couldn’t see anything. I could hear crackling and rushing air towards the back of the building. I ran around the building and saw a massive explosion in the distance. It was the very same mushroom cloud shape. It was close; very close. “Everyone get inside!!!” I ran back to the entrance of the building and ran down the stares. Every body else followed me. The ground was rumbling even more fiercely. The building was on the brink of collapse and still the shaking wouldn’t stop. I could hear the crackling of the explosion get closer and closer. We finally made it to the storage facility. It seemed as though the ground would break up beneath us but thankfully it didn’t. Lights began to blow and the ceiling began to crack. I didn’t know what to do. Every thing was going to shit. Then, everything goes black.
“Do you have them?” I answer, “Yes, all five.” “Good. We’ll be there shortly.” I close the phone and look over the people I got to know over the past months. I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I have a chance to stop all of this.
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I can see the dark sky; A large object moving at me. Then…black. Going in and out of consciousness I can see random things; People looking at me. I notice someone familiar. I can’t make out anything. But I see that’s they have pink and white fur.
My body hurt’s and I feel sick. But I awake to cold steel against my cheek. and people around me. I have the strength to sit up and look around. I can see every body; Alan, Kihba, Xander and Logun, but I don’t see Kilo anywhere. I stand up and stretch my back. I look at everyone and try to wake them up. Alan is the only one who gets up. He asks, “Where the hell are we?” “I don’t know.” Alan shakes Kihba but he still won’t wake up.
Our weapons are all gone. And I don’t even know were the hell we are. Suddenly I hear voices come from the steel door. I wait. The foot steps get closer and closer then finally stop at our door. A couple of hinges unlock then the door opens. I can see two people in the door way. They look at me then the left one says, “Get the other ones up and follow us.” It was a challenge to get every one up but eventually we were all following the two guards. I could see that one was a scaly lizard. I couldn’t tell what species but he had spikes on his elbows. I could see two gold objects in his hip holsters I couldn’t tell what they were. The other was a pitch black wolf. About as tall as the other but a lot more built. We were walking down a large white corridor with large steel doors on either side. I could hear some distant screaming and the sound of doors closing. We were walking towards what looked like massive double doors. The doors opened to a darker room. I didn’t know what to expect. We rounded a corner and found ourselves looking at someone in a chair. I could see someone was talking to him. It looked like… no… it was Kilo. The one in the chair looked at us and said, “Are these the subjects?” Kilo looked at use. Just then, the tension in the room skyrocketed. I could see the confused and angry faces of every one around me. Xander shouted, “What the fuck is this shit?” I hear Kilo say to the guy in the chair, “Yea that’s them.” The one in the chair called one of the guards to him, I heard him say, “Prep the TTC chamber and get Kilo where he needs to go.” I see him nod and he motions for Kilo to follow him. Kilo follows the Guard.
Me, Xander, Kihba, Logun and Alan are left to stare at the purple fox. I say, “What the hell is this about?” he doesn’t say anything right away but he eventually says, “You must be pretty confused at this point, huh?” “No shit. I want to know what the hell is going on.” I know this has to do with the Ovo corp. because I can see the logo strewn about. “This is about saving the world.” “Oh and how is that? Kidnapping people?” he chuckled manically, “Your friend has been selected to go into the TTC chamber. We arranged all this a while back. He promised that he would do what ever he can to stop this shit from happening.” “Oh and how can he stop what already happened?” “You go to the time before it starts.” I get confused and frustrated, “What the fuck are you talking about?” He stands up and starts to pace back and forth, “The Ovo Corporation has developed the technology to time travel. But not just anybody can do that. Your Genes have to have a specific structure in order to go back in time successfully. If not, then your present DNA is going to be entwined with your past’s DNA. This causes massive mutations. You can’t just jump to whatever time period you want. You can go back in time to what ever time you want but you have to be alive at that time. So if you were born in 1990 you couldn’t go back in time to 1989 because you weren’t born yet. You don’t travel THROUGH time; you travel through your thoughts.” “So why are you telling us all this?” “I believe that everybody gets a chance to have everything explained before they die.”
Jesus, we’re going to be test subject for there new Cure. I need to get out of here but I don’t even know how this place is layer out. All I know is that I’m surrounded by oddly colored furs and I’m going to have to let them test certain things on me.
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I get sent back to the same place in which we were taken out of. I’m alone and it’s dark. I don’t have Alan around me and I can hardly see anything. They couldn’t take me because they had enough test subjects already. I’m starting to get worried as I hear screams from different rooms. I hope that everyone is alright, I pace back and forth thinking about everything that happened, but thinking about one thing in particular. Alan.
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The radio crackles and a voice comes through, “Remember we need to destroy every building in Moscow.” I Reply, “I think the last drop leveled the entire area sir.” A slight pause, then, “No, satellite confirms another large building just outside of Moscow. We need to flatten the entire area before we can send anybody in.” I hate doing these missions. I didn’t have to do the last drop because someone else already had it covered. I don’t think this one is even necessary; even if the last Nuke didn’t level everything in sight, nothing can survive the fallout. But I need to do this job or get discharged. “The building is just outside our perimeter.” I prep the release switch and wait. We are the last remaining members of the US army. We are still strong enough to carry out missions like this. But I fear that we aren’t supplied enough to continue doing so. The next thing I hear is the thing I dread the most, “Alright, let’er go.” I pull the switch and hear a bit of a snap then we bank left and go back to the Aircraft carrier. One more mission done, and one more city destroyed.
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I’m starting to feel as though I’m going to be here for ever when suddenly I hear the siren go off. I can hear people banging on there cell doors. I start to get scared the suddenly I hear a voice over the intercom, “Everyone brace yourselves, were going to have a bit of a problem.” Everything goes quiet. I wait in the dim lit room. I’m scared, worried and lonely. I want alan next to me but he’s gone. Suddenly I feel the ground begin to shake. I lay on my belly and cover my head. The Shakling gets more violent and then I can hear the all to familiar crackling sound of a bomb going off. I brace my self and wait. I can feel the building’s foundation start to crack. I can hear the sound get louder and soon it’s to loud to even hear someone yell at you. Then all I see is black…. Breathing is impossible. I’m going to die.
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