City of the Damned

Name: Chad Frank Smith
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Occupation: CEO/Killer
Location: Hospital (Mental Health Ward: Multipul personality Disorder)
Appearance: 5'10, 140 lb, short well groomed black hair smooth faced, black three peice suit with thin blood red pinstripes, blood red under shirt, matching gloves. The suit's buttons are all made from red/brown colored gold, and he wears a silver necklace with two ancient gold coins hanging from it. His face is intimidatingly handsome, even with the freash cut over his eye given to him by his arresting officer. He has a fit and tone bodyunder his smooth suit.
Personality: Chad: Cold, and calculating. Frank: Gentle and gullible. Franky: Loud, angry and blood thirsty.
Background: Chad grew up the son of a rich man, ignored, and slightly dispised by his father, his mother babyed him far to much, and when both of them where gone he hung around with the butler. This three seperate life styles led to three distinct personalities forming, Chad, his father's son, the smart, cold, efficient man, Frank his mother's son, soft, gentle, and emotional, extreamly gullible, easily scared and taken advantage of, and Franky, Franky was the sicko of the group, the butler who managed to hide his terrible past of gang membership, murder, theft and a bearly escaped conviction that led him to go stright. Yet the butler missed the glory days, and shared them with Franky, who took that greed and lust for phisical dominence over others to heart, this developed into a sick need for blood, a dangerous need for blood that Chad tried to protect from detection from the cops, and Frank had no idea of. Frank wasn't really even aware of the other two, gulible, Chad had paid the maid to make up a story about him getting hit by a car to explain the black outs and the reason he doesn't need to work. Franky had long figured out that he wasn't the only on filling the body but hadn't cared to much. Chad took it upon himself to earn his father's kingdom and to do everything in his power to increase his power and wealth.
Weapon of Choice: Bedpost. (Got to have a bed to break in his room right?)
Personal Items: silver necklace with two ancient gold coins

Name: Cosmo McFitz
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: High school student
Location: School

Appearance: Tall and skinny, Cosmo is one of those guys who was harassed, teased and occasionally tazered because he just couldn’t help but to stand out. His choice of clothing (red polo shirt, one size to small, black skinny jeans, white socks and tennis shoes) doesn’t help his appearance. Nor do his vintage horn rimmed glasses, or his sleek black hair. In fact, it seemed like he was placed on this very earth to be the subject of ridicule, hilarity and occasional high-school-torture.

For the occasion of the zombie infestation, he has equipped himself with a tinfoil head, in order to protect himself in advance of the alien-invasion that will follow the zombie outbreak. Do’h, didn’t you read the 1958 edition of ‘Attack of the space-zombie-invaders’?

Personality: Cosmo really can’t help it. Really. He tries heard, but just can’t stop that impulse to start babbling about comic books on the rare occasion someone bothers talking to him. His classmates hate him, his teachers pitied him and then started hating him. He fails at nearly anything and everything he does, with one exception; baseball. The only reason they did not kick him of school yet was because this boy can hit homerun after homerun on the field.

Background: Cosmo’s mother, smart woman she was, got as far as she could a year after the boy was born. This left just his father, a failed shoe salesman who tried to then tried to kill himself, but failed at that. Instead, the man sued the microwave company and managed to secure a hefty sum of money for him and his ‘should have been orphaned’ son.

A failure as a human being since he could talk, Cosmo spend most (read, all) of his free time reading comics or playing computer games. Well, if nothing else all those hours of ‘Silent Hill’ prepared him for things to come, right?

Weapon of Choice: Baseball bat. He brought spares, because yes, he read the ‘Brain Dead’ web comic.

Personal item: A fake ID on the name of Clark Kent.

Name: Akio Nahuel

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Occupation: Highschool student

Location: School

Appearance: 5'10", light tan skin, lean tightly compacted frame, light brown eyes, long black hair. Is wearing his football gear as an imprompto set of armour.

Personality: Tends to be straight forward and blunt towards people, which sometimes gets him in trouble. Also tends to speak before thinking.

Background: Akio was a star for the highschool's football team (played safety), and was considered a top prospect among colleges. However, his future as a football star was badly damaged thanks to the infection. As such, he has a hatred towards the zombies that goes beyond the norm. Despite being considered a jock, he tended to be a loner, as he considered most of the other jocks as being idiots. Aside from school and football practice, he tends to fill his time with video games and comics.

Weapon of Choice: Baseball bat

Personal item: An ankh necklace

Name:Tommy SteinBurg
Age:39
Gender:Male
Occupation:Bariactric surgeon/Family practitioner/Gun Nut
Location:At the hospital doing his rounds (Not at his practice)
Appearance:Tommy does not in any way care about his appearance, but he maintains, due to his profession. He is a slightly portly man(due to all the fast food). He would love to have long hair, but he has been balding since Med. school, so he has a clean shaven head(is highly sensitive about the balding). He can be seen in his normal, khaki pants and blue oxford shirt. Always wearing a goofy tie(today its BatMan). He is never seen with out his white, lab coat. He uses this cover for his concealed hand gun.
[b]Personality:[/b]: Tommy is non-confrontational. He backs away from a fight every time. He has been striving for perfection for years(to make mommy and daddy proud). Strait up- Pushover.
Background:He was, for a time, raised by his Grand Father, who taught Tommy his tenacity. Tommy holds the memory of his Grand Father very high. Tommy is married to a shrew of a wife, and is the father of two fat, spoiled children. Tommy does have an escape though.... He is a bit of a gun enthusiast. Tommy spends every free minute at the gun range. He is the owner of many hand guns, and assault rifles. He is at home at the range. He has adopted it as his new home. He is an expert shooter, but bashes his skills. He believes he is terrible with any firearm. Tommy dreams of being a hero..............

Tommy opened his car door, "Not another day of fat people." he whined. "If I see one more BMI, or diet chart, I will freak!!!" The 40 S & W felt as comfortable as his boxer briefs. As always in the back of his head..........."Maybe today I will save someone. Maybe today will be my time to shine!" Ohhh, Tommy you have never been so perfect....... "Time to shine, son"......

Weapon of Choice: The Beretta Storm (40S&W) Tommy carries as his CHL. Any sharp or blunt object he can find.

Personal Item:An ink pen that belonged to his Grand Father.

Jason Lane

Age: 38
Gender: Male
Occupation: Music teacher/part time guitarist
Location: School (in the band room)
Appearance: roughly around 5' 10", well toned body of 173 lb. Wears a flannel shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers, his hair is short, black, with little gel spikes, eyes are blue, and he has a little stubble on his chin.
Personality: An overall nice guy who enjoys his rock and roll, while still being a saxaphone player for the school band. He likes to help students out whenever he can, and in his spare time he's training for triathalons. He's a pretty cool guy and the students like him.
Background: As a young child he was called the fat kid, but as soon as he started playing music he became addicted. Realizing that he could play better if his physical condition was better he started exercising and joined his highschool's track team becoming one of their top runners. He's always keeping in shape, drinking plenty of water from his bottle, and eating fig newtons.

He thanked his healthy lifestyle as soon as the infection broke out, and the students and faculty he'd made friends with soon started to see him as nothing more than an undead happy meal.

Weapon of Choice: A mic stand (you may not think its good, but its really heavy and is pretty much a modern mace)

Personal Item: his favorite guitar

* * *

Jake Wesley

Age: 46
Gender: Male
Occupation: Janitor/Technician
Location: Hospital (3rd floor nurses station)
Appearance: a tall 6' 3" buffed up man. He's wrinkling, his eyes are turning dull, and his hair is medium length and graying. He wears a blue janitors jumpsuit with the hospital logo and nametag on it, with the sleeves rolled up, and he wears boots.
Personality: He's a bit of a cold heartless bastard, with a dark sense of humor, usually keeps to himself, but inside he's a wizz at engineering (thanks to his time in the engineering business in the national guard) and can fix nearly anything. He doesn't like to talk about his past.
Background: Was a corporal in the national guard, retired about two years ago and took a job at the hospital as the janitor. Other than mopping floors, cleaning and disinfecting, he's usually tinkering with hospital equipment or fixing the medical devices. When the infection broke out he finally got his real chance at combat, and he's going to use everything he knows to survive, even if it means joining up with unlikely allies.

Weapon of choice: metal janitor's mop

Personal Item: Utility belt

Late in the evening

“Our top story tonight, the cannibalistic murderer is still on the loose. Early this morning the killer’s sixth victim Alexia Davis was discovered in her apartment on 23rd street by her father Eric Davis. The mother Marsha Davis had received a phone call from her daughter, claiming that a drunken man was trying to break into her apartment. Marsha told the father who immediately drove to the apartment to investigate. Upon arrival the apartment was broken into and her body was discovered on the floor with multiple bite marks and lacerations on the neck and body.

“From the multiple victims and dental records authorities believe the killer is thirty four year old Kennedy Doyle, who went missing a few days prior to the killings. Other than the six already discovered victims four others have gone missing, with trails of blood following behind them. The four people are Taylor Laro, Eric Dyment, Kyle Phelps, and Chris Shaw; they have yet to be found.

“In other new-” the TV clicks off.

“Bullshit!” The old man yells at the blank screen, “its all a load o’ bullshit!”

He grunted as he struggled to get out of his chair, cane in hand. He started heading towards the stairs.

“Back in my day they had better news than that, and those anchormen knew what the hell they were doing. This bullshit of ‘cannibals’ in this city, its all a load o’”-

BANG!

He turned towards the door.

BANG!

The old man slowly walked towards the shotgun on the shelf, and loaded the barrel with the 12 gauge slugs.

BANG!

He took aim at the door and the handle started turning, the door slowly opened. It revealed a man, his head hanged low.

“Get the hell off my property, or you’re gonna get a taste of buckshot in your gut you sunuva-”

The man groaned and lifted his head up, his hair was all greasy and out of place, multiple scratches covered his face, almost as numerous as the peeling skin and revealing muscle. He was missing teeth, and his eyes were white cataracts. He let out a roar and started running at him.

The old man… died before the creature ever got him.

* * *

8 hours later

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

A hand slams down onto the alarm clock; the sources eyes are wide open. He slowly lifts himself up from the bed, and inch by inch, gets up. He walks towards the bathroom and does the morning routine of shower, shave, breakfast, and getting ready for work.

Half an hour passes once he’s in his street clothes. He heads down the stairs and grabs his keys; he heads out the door and locks it behind him. He starts heading over to his truck and notices the police car and ambulance at his neighbor’s house. There is a police no crossing line, he tries to get a better look of what’s going on, there’s a body bag on a gurney, paramedics are bringing it to the ambulance.

A jogger starts passing by his house, and calls out to the man.

“Morning Jake!”

"Aw shit", he thinks, “Morning Mark,” he replies unenthusiastically.

“You hear what happened to old man dithers?”

“Naw, you?”

“Apparently the killer got him,” he stated.

“You mean that cannibal?”

“Yea, watch your back man.”

“Yea, I’ll do that,” he mutters under his breath. He continues on to his truck and gets in the driver’s seat. Turns the keys and pulls out of the driveway, and takes the road to the hospital in the city.

* * *

In the school

The sound of the electric guitar rings in the gymnasium, in a small room next to the auditoriums stage a band teacher plays his guitar. Practicing the lyrics of Beetles music, as he plays he starts listening to the radio. It states the death of Charles Dithers, a man in his late sixties was killed by the infamous cannibalistic murderer. Unaware of the events folding around him, Jason continues playing his music, preparing for the classes of contemporary performance, and the school band.

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"You have reached your destination." Tommy hated that darn navigation thing. To him it seemed like a fight bell ringing to begin another day. He pulled in his parking space ,and turned the ignition off. He placed his forehead on the steering wheel. Said a little prayer, and opened the SUV door. He put one foot out the door, and...."Damn it all to hell! I always forget!!!!" He cussed and grumbled under his breath. He removed his concealed hand gun and slung it into the glove box. "One day that "rules" **** will get them all killed...." he cussed a little more. The doctor walked through the parking garage and entered the employee entrance and whispered to him self, "I'd rather be at the frickin' range....." A large man nearly ran him down with a mop bucket. "Woah!!! Excuse me!!!" Tommy blurted.
"I am sorry doctor." The janitor said.
"No biggie" Tommy answer back. "I am glad you didn't take my ankles out though!" The doctor said this to the janitor as he sped away. "Stupid ass!" He cursed. "That guy is out to get me I believe."
Tommy went to the waiting room area and checked his charts. He said his fake hello's to all the nurses and put on airs for them, to be pleasant of course. The doc did a scan of the waiting room. He hoped he saw no fat people this morning. All he saw was a man in his 50's, but no fat people. "Oh hell yeah!" he said under his breath. "This is going to be a great day for sure!!!"

Frank woke to an orderly, a big one, standing at the entrance to his room. Frank gave the boy a smile. "Good morning Tom, did they clear up this whole mess yet?" He asked the man, the man always looked nurvious when he first entered the room, but seemed to relax once Frank spoke to him.

"Frank," He said sounding somewhat relived. "Just like Dr. Hanson told you, you're not well, I know you wouldn't kill anyone, but it's not you who's doing it." He said and rubbed his head. "I'm not a Doctor, and I know it's hard to belive but you really do have multipul personalities." Tom said and let out a sigh, turned and lifted the tray of breakfast off the cart.

"I keep trying to tell everyone, I just black out sometimes because I was in an accident." He argued. "It doesn't mean I go around killling people, I think I'd know if I did that." He said. Frank was still in his pajamas, simple pants and over shirt. The Dr. Hanson had explained to him once that he had made a generous contribution, or at least one of him had and they had allowed him extra comforts, civilian clothes, though Frank didn't know why his suit was here.

Tom left Frank his breakfast and said goodbye going back to work. Frank grabbed the fork...

Chad almost lost the fork as he forced himself over Frank's personality. Chad managed to keep ahold of it and sighed. "The food looks as pathetic as ever." he concluded, but smiled to himself as he managed to access Frank's memories, they where all in his head after all, and Chad was nothing if not in control, even if he couldn't keep control forever he could certainly over power the weak willed frank, and even that phyco Franky if he had to. But for now Frank was doing his job well. "Just get that fool Tom to trust you a bit more and I'll sick Franky on him, but first I need to figure a way to get a weapon of some kind." He said to himself and ate the breakfast. He had a plan, and since this wasn't a jail he knew it wouldn't be to hard to escape. He wasn't crazy like Franky but he wasn't going to live his whole life locked up, or worse combining with the other two, a weak willed cold phyco wouldn't be a very successful person.

Chad took his time with the meal and then slowly changed into the suit. Black and blood red, colors he had chosen for both preference and the ability to hide blood stains. Blood doesn't show up good on black and not at all on blood red. Dress pants, Vest and jacket all black with thin red pin stripes and the under shirt, tie and gloves all blood red. The effect was rather creepy, but that only made Chad like it more, he liked to see fear in those he talked over company polocies with.

Chad looked out the small window in his door and couldn't help noticeing that things where much busier than normal, must be the flu he thought to himself quietly.

Jake

Jake entered the parking lot and got out of his truck. He made his way over to the entrance and caught one of the janitors talking to a doc before speeding off in his direction. Jake grabbed the man's shoulder.

"Look, the one rule of being a janitor here, is take your time, that blood stain is still gonna be there when you clean it up."

"Oh right, sorry," he chuckled nervously before continuing along his task.

Jake made his way to the janitors office where he took off his jacket and put on his jumpsuit over his street clothes. Then he grabbed a cart and mop and headed off to do his work. He headed over to his first place of business, the nurses' station. He didn't go there to chat it up with all the hotties, no this was like his news room slash a torture room. That doc from the practice was here today making rounds, and today he was Jake's target.

A man was quickly running along the hallway, this was his opportunity. Making a quick motion of his mop he tripped the guy and he lost his balance, going eight extra feet before knocking into a couple of people, some chairs, and a ficus.

"Strike," he thought with a smirk.

"Hey doc, I think you got a situation over there."

He walked away in the opposite direction of the scene chuckling to himself at the tragedy. Now it was off to visit his favorite patient, a Mr. Franky, multiple personality disorder, but a hell of a guy to know. He'd only been here a few days and Jake was already starting to like him. In a world of boring scenarios and frustrating neighbors this was like the bahamas to Jake.

He made his way down the halls up a couple of floors and found his way to Franky's room. He left the cart outside and entered the room. He was already dressed up.

"Already leaving? And I thought we were going to be good friends," he chuckled.

"Already leaving? And I thought we were going to be good friends,"

Franky couldn't help but like this guy, he turned loosening up the tie, Chad always tightened it neatly, Frankly couldn't stand the tie, he'd rather just leave it behind but he knew better than to mess with Chad to much, the man could be almost just as demented as him. Franky smiled at the janitor, he had talked to him before. "I told you yesterday Jake, tuck me inside one of those carts of yours and waltz me out, then we would be good friends, f#(% I'd marry you." He said and laughed.

"I told you yesterday Jake, tuck me inside one of those carts of yours and waltz me out, then we would be good friends, f#(% I'd marry you." He said and laughed.

Jake laughed back, "and like I told you I can't do that, how else am I suppose to entertain myself and ruin the lives of these doctors? Can't get fired yet right?"

"You do you're peers proud I'm sure." Franky teased and sat down on the bed, looking out into the hall behind Jake. "Busy today ain't it? I'm not even to blame this time." He said sounding a bit depressed, he had only put one person into the emergency toom since he'd gotten here, and it he'd been drugged into a near coma for the next few hours after that. "I really got to get out of here some time soon Jake or I might just have to kill you out of bordom." He said and laughed. "I think Chad's got some plan going on."

Chad forced Franky back into the back of his mind. "That's enough from Franky for this morning." He said sternly, looking up at Jake as he tightened the tie back up. "Jake don't you have some vomit to clean up? Purhaps a clogged toilet?" He said annoyed at the loud mouthed Franky.

"You do you're peers proud I'm sure." Franky teased and sat down on the bed, looking out into the hall behind Jake. "Busy today ain't it? I'm not even to blame this time." He said sounding a bit depressed, he had only put one person into the emergency toom since he'd gotten here, and it he'd been drugged into a near coma for the next few hours after that. "I really got to get out of here some time soon Jake or I might just have to kill you out of bordom." He said and laughed. "I think Chad's got some plan going on."

Jake didn't answer Franky's question, simply watched as his other personality began to take over.

"That's enough from Franky for this morning." He said sternly, looking up at Jake as he tightened the tie back up. "Jake don't you have some vomit to clean up? Purhaps a clogged toilet?"

"What? Don't like my company? You gotta loosen up a little, be like Franky there."

“Cosmo McFitz?”

“What?”

Miss Dizzler let her head hang and rubbed her temples with her index fingers. Every single time. “Just say present, Cosmo.” The boy, correction, young man, was sitting in the left hand corner, in the back. The desks directly next to his were vacant. They always were. His mouth slightly ajar, he seemed to have trouble comprehending the notion of... anything and everything.

“Present?”

“Missy Mitchels?”

“Present, Miss Dizzler.”

Reading out the rest of the list, Miss Dizzler wondered if it were immoral to give Cosmo a passing grade, just so he’d become some other teacher’s problem.

Chad scowled. "If I was more like Franky, we'd of been dead a long time ago, or locked up for life, as it is now it took me a furtune to get the crazy verdict and we obviously are." He said firmly, rubbing his temples. "Still, surpose it's better you're someone like Franky than someone like Frank. That boy will probably be the death of us." He said, not quite knowing why he was talking to this fool. He suddenly felt a stinging pain in his head, that's what he gets for forcing his way out to often. "Have yourself a good chat with Frank why don't you." he said his fingers massageing his temples.

Frank blinked a few times, then smiled. "Hi Jake." He said happily glad to have someone to talk to. "Sorry just blacked out agian, I'm sure I already said hi." He stood up, and wondered why he always seemed to wear a suit when he came out of the black outs. "One minute I'm getting ready to eat breakfast the next you're there, this is very inconvenient." He frowned and turned to look in the mirrior and strightened the already streight tie out of habit. "Anything going on today?" He asked, hoping to relive some of the bordom.

The teacher took Cosmo's attandence and for some reason the spaz couldn't even get that right. He was like what, twenty or something. If he didn't get his act together, he's going to be on the low end of the social food chain for a long time to come, mused Akio.

"Akio Nahuel?"

Damn, he just found a comfortable spot on the desk for his head. "Here," he said and half heartedly raised his hand.

The form of Chad was taken over by the kindly and sickeningly sweet Frank. He stared wide eyed and smiled saying his hi's and whatnot. It wanted to make Jake beat the living **** out of him, but he couldn't, not with Frankie in his body.

"Anything going on today?"

"How the hell should I know, I just clean the goddamned place."

* * *

The hours of the day seem to fly on by, and as morning progresses to the early afternoon the increase of medical patients seems to flourish. Doctors are on the move to help out whoever they can, paramedic teams are being called to all parts of the city for collapses, heart attacks, and assaults. Already in one day more than thirty people have coded.

While Jake continues cleaning the halls he hears a scream. He looks up from his work and goes to check it out. A nurse is on the floor, a man in scrubs is on top of her, she tries to defend herself, and she screams out for help. Jake takes his mop, runs over and smacks the man off of her, and he jabs the pole into his back, to make sure it doesn't climb up.

The nurse shakily gets up, "th- thank you."

"Call the police; we need to get this psycho in a cell."

She nods and runs towards the nurses’ station. When she's gone Jake picks the man up by his arm.

"Come on buddy you're going away for a lon-"

He yells out a guttural roar and tries to bite Jake, in his recoil Jake stumbles back, and now the man is on top of him. His face is dirty, his eyes are white cataracts, drool and blood pours from his mouth as he tries to bite at Jake. He is helpless as the man is pinned on top of him, then all of a sudden someone rushes over and smashes a vase over the crazed man, knocking him off of Jake. Jake quickly got up.

"Jesus, what the hell is with this psycho?!"

"You mean you haven't heard?"

"Heard what? What the hell am I supposed to have heard?"

"There's some kind of... I don't know how to describe it, some kind of virus, its turning people mad and homicidal, they're eating people. They... they told us to get out of here, we have to get out of here!"

In a crazed panic he started running, but all of a sudden a man came bursting from a room in his hospital clothes and ran right into the screaming doctor, pinning him down. The doctor yelled for mercy, but the man bit into him, literally bit into the doctor, blood started gushing everywhere. Jake could do nothing but stare wide eyed.

"Oh ****," he grabbed his mop and started heading back the way he came. He headed up the stairs and burst into Frankie’s room.

"Buddy, looks like today's your lucky day."

* * *

Jason was heading his way over to the school's staff room. He needed to refill his Nastene water bottle for the next class. Once inside the staff room a couple of teachers were already there, and the news was on.

"Hey Jason, check this out." said Roberts.

"What's up?"

Roberts grabbed the remote and started turning up the news.

"All over the city, chaos as struck out, the once fair citizens of Virgil City are running for their lives in a retreat from cannibalistic, homicidal maniacs. Scientists believe that these citizens are under some form of hallucogen, though we don't have the full details yet it is strongly advised to avoid contact with the 'infected' and let authorities handle the situation."

Jason stared at the screen, then at Roberts, "what do we do?"

"Nothing, we just keep students inside the building, we've locked the doors, and we'll just wait until everything settles down."

A multitude of screams is heard and suddenly student begin trampeling down the hallway.

"What the hell is going on here?"

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The door burst open and their stood Jake again. "Buddy, looks like today's your lucky day." Franky smiled, the sound of Jakes voice had forced him over Frank's personality.

Jake had some blood on him and looked a bit worried "Someone go nuts and start killing people? I might join in." He said thoughtfully, but the way jake held the mop hinted to him that even he might want a weapon. Franky turned to his bed as he loosened his tie, then with a massive kick broke the bolts that held the thick metal legs onto the bed. He grabbed the thick metal pole and smirked. As he turned back someone was moving slowly behind Jake.

"Duck!" Franky yelled and sort of hoped that he would but wasn't worried to much if he didn't. He did though, the metal pole gripped like a baseball bat and connected firmly with the front of the woman's face. "Home run!" He shouted as he watched the woman fall to the ground, he shoved past Jake and smashed the woman's face again for good mesure. "So what's going on?" He asked wiping the bloodied pole on the woman's back, not sure what she had been doing behind Jake but he hadn't killed anyone for a week and was suffering withdrals.

Franky made a hard kick to his bed and removed the post using it like a lead pipe. Then Franky had a look on his face.

"Duck!"

Jake did and Franky smashed the bedpost into a woman's face, shoved past and smashed it into her again. She fell limp.

"So what's going on?" He asked wiping the bloodied pole on the woman's back.

"Ever heard of mad cow's disease," he started walking down the hall, "think of it like that, but on people."

As they continued walking, a nerdy looking man in scrubs came in front of them, blood was spilling down his face and pooling on his clothes. He started running at them. Jake looked around and saw a crash cart. He pulled it in front of them and kicked it hard, the cart slammed into the man and he went crashing to the floor. Jake rushed forward, charged it to its highest setting and placed it on the man's face.

"Clear!"

The static jolt shot right through the face, and when he removed it, slight scorch marks were left there.

"Heh, I've always wanted to do that."

Chad couldn't help but shove his way up at the thought of a disease that turned people crazy. "That's great!" He anounced, holding the pipe loose. "Society calapsing, order distroyed, and me around to pick up the peices." He said to himself and let out a loud laugh. Jake attacked another crazed person and then zapped his face.

"Heh, I've always wanted to do that."

Chad looked at him thoughtfully, someone like him could definatly be useful. "Ok, so first things first. End of the world, you want to rebuild society what is the first thing you're going to want to get?" He asked but didn't wait for him to answer. "Medicine, can't rule if you're dead. Antibiotics mainly, food and water won't be to hard to come by for awhile." He walked over to Jake. "Where do they keep the medical stockpiles?" He asked making a mentel list of some supplies, a basic first aid kit with lots of antibiotics to fight infections.

Tommy hated those nurses. They always wanted money and "justice". Those b*tches. Never thought they could be let down by anyone. Righteous indeed, just a load of bologna. The nurse grumbling in front of him stopped short and rose her eyes to Tommy...or maybe through him. He could not tell at first. Instinctively he turned to look over his shoulder and lost all his marbles.

"What the f*ck?" He said under his breath.

"That is Karen." The nurse answered.

Did Tommy say that loud enough for her to hear him? Tommy looked closer at the oddity. A candy striper was walking, no correction stumbling down the hall towards the nurses station. Her head bobbled to and fro with each step the young woman took.

"What the hell?" Tommy asked him self out loud again. "That is not right." The laceration, no the chunk out of the nurses neck was far to massive for the girl to be walking down the hall. She was nearly neckless. Blood and goo was all over her uniform. This was some thing out of the movies. The silence was a fog in the air. Shell shocked the onlookers watched. Trying to make sense of it all.

A young man, no older than 17 came "Bee-Bopping" across the wounded candy stripers path.....SNATCH!!!! The blood flowed and poured from the young mans neck and face. He spazzed out, wiggling with each of her chomps to his flesh. He had a look of death and rap music written all over his face.

Tommy heard the voice, "Time to be an ace, son." Tommy's eyebrows arched....

Tommy sat there....

Eyes all wild and stupefied. He thought, "Stop, neutralize, and incapacitate!!!"
He whipped his head around. Looking for something to accomplish his task. "SH*T what the hell!!!!" He grabbed at his waist band. Nothing.... He cussed. His eyes brought him a phone. On the nurses desk. Tommy seized the office phone and ripped it from the wall. Cord and all slung from the desk. The lack of weight nearly toppled the portly man end over end. Tommy recovered and did the dumbest thing...... He took the cord in one hand and began to whip the thing around, over his head. Like a slinger would do to prepare to throw a stone. Yet the hand piece flung out the receiver and smacked the fat nurse in the face. Then stuck Tommy in the ear.

"GOD DAMN IT!!!" He cussed loudly. The nurse was thrown to the floor by the blow. She landed there with a groan. The woman heaped on the floor, and never knew what hit her.
Tommy grabbed his ear and staggered sideways. The oaf was lost with out his gun. He re-assessed the moment and ripped the hand piece from the phone. He began his attack again. he began to trot towards the undead nurse and tried to time his strike.

Closer with each step, he tried to weigh it all out. Moment of truth....

The blow was off, as he thought it would be. He never kid him self that much. The phone whizzed behind her head. The phone cord then wrapped around the back of her neck and the phone base smacked her square in the face. The both went down in a sickened mess.......

"Will you ever learn, boy?" was all that he could hear in his head as he toppled down to the floor.....