Prologue

  Um, hi I guess... welcome to the calamity. If you wanted to know when it all started, well I can't remember that far back. Who am I you might ask, I don't know that either... I think my name started with a T. As for what am I, I guess you could call me Undead. Let's go back to what I can recall as the beginning.

  It all started with a normal day that soon became overcast and foggy. Warm muggy temperatures caused by the sudden weather change affected most of the world. The weather stations blamed it on an upredicted El Nino.

  The first signs that something had changed would have been the animals. They ran, or tried to for the caged ones. Then by noon people started to cough, itch, and ache all over. Many were unconscious or confused. The Survivors would later call these "The Symptoms". By 3:00 p.m., the first "patients" appeared in hospitals, medical centers, and police stations. Healthy people just seemed to die, but were not quiet "Medically" dead.

  By 4:00, that was when the world ended. The Patients and some of the sick began turning into... Something. Those that died or were gravely ill became a type of risen corpse. The feverish turned into something like Ghouls. Those that were sick but somewhat healthy.. well it's hard to say. As more people became sick, healthy individuals started panicking. That was when the newly changed began to attack.

  Throughout the world, the news was the same. The movies were wrong, head-shots did not stop them. Only a crazy amount of damage would destroy the Risen. Ghouls were like living tanks that could regenerate. Other kinds of monsters were like whole new entities. Humanity lost, and I want to say it was their finest hour. It wasn't sadly, the otherwise normal individuals began to show their true colors. Murder, rape, arson, theft, assault, kidnapping... About every vice and crime started to rear its ugly head. 75% of the initial survivors turned into scum and were little better than the rampaging monstrosities.

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  Little was done to turn the tide as the world leader turned to the tried and true. Blaming each other, few noticed how fast the sickness was spreading. One news channel even made a joke out of a group that claimed to be zombie hunters. The news team cut the feed off before it got gory.

  By 11:00 pm, the world belong to the monsters. Night darker then midnight blanketed the globe. Fires burned in what were mankind's greatest inventions. Houses, cars, stores, even some parks... It went up in flames to the depraved in the apocalypse.

  But I digress, the way I turned was right at 3:36 pm. To sum it up, never trust a sick brat who vomits spaghetti and says he knows what he is sick with. Also, your family never makes dinner tasty. This is my story, and so much more...

  T out.