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In the year 2010, the flu virus mutated. The vaccinations were prepared for previous strains, but no one could have expected the brutality that this particular variety brought down upon the population.
The symptoms started like any normal cold. A running nose, a sore throat, a high fever. Gradually, however, the victim’s flesh began to lose its hue, turning grey. Eventually, bits of flesh would begin to slough off in long sheets. The external changes were horrific enough, but the mental changes were far worse. The frontal lobe, in charge of judgment and higher thinking, essentially what distinguished humans from animals, also began to break down. What was left of the brain was purely for survival’s sake. Any rationality left the mind, until all the human was capable of was mindless aggression in the pursuit of food.
Muscle mass began to grow, to the point where the now only vaguely human creature was capable of a brute strength four times that of the average man. The metabolism began to grow so fast that constant feeding was necessary to keep the humanoid alive; however, they were able to survive without substance. It was a difficult survival, and pressing hunger carried them on. Victims bitten began to take on the qualities of the humanoid who had bit them.
Scientists were at a loss to explain this sudden mutation in human genes, in the very thing that made us human. They tried to isolate the victims. It seemed to work, for a short span of time.
By the year 2012, much of the world had succumbed to the virus. Pockets or survivors remained, making existence out of nothing. They were forced to constantly travel, avoiding the humanoids that were drawn to their flesh. The only thing that could stop the ‘zombies’ was a direct shot to the head, or the loss of all its limbs- however, the latter only physically stopped them. They would remain alive, as vicious as ever. Severing the head from the neck also seemed to work.
One of these bands of survivors is currently lurking in California. They are heading towards Beverly Hills, using a variety of vehicles to try and maintain their living. Rumors have reached their ears from what survivors they have picked up that there is a community on a remote island off the course of Africa that has managed to stay immune from the virus. But how can they get there? Will it be worth it?
The symptoms started like any normal cold. A running nose, a sore throat, a high fever. Gradually, however, the victim’s flesh began to lose its hue, turning grey. Eventually, bits of flesh would begin to slough off in long sheets. The external changes were horrific enough, but the mental changes were far worse. The frontal lobe, in charge of judgment and higher thinking, essentially what distinguished humans from animals, also began to break down. What was left of the brain was purely for survival’s sake. Any rationality left the mind, until all the human was capable of was mindless aggression in the pursuit of food.
Muscle mass began to grow, to the point where the now only vaguely human creature was capable of a brute strength four times that of the average man. The metabolism began to grow so fast that constant feeding was necessary to keep the humanoid alive; however, they were able to survive without substance. It was a difficult survival, and pressing hunger carried them on. Victims bitten began to take on the qualities of the humanoid who had bit them.
Scientists were at a loss to explain this sudden mutation in human genes, in the very thing that made us human. They tried to isolate the victims. It seemed to work, for a short span of time.
By the year 2012, much of the world had succumbed to the virus. Pockets or survivors remained, making existence out of nothing. They were forced to constantly travel, avoiding the humanoids that were drawn to their flesh. The only thing that could stop the ‘zombies’ was a direct shot to the head, or the loss of all its limbs- however, the latter only physically stopped them. They would remain alive, as vicious as ever. Severing the head from the neck also seemed to work.
One of these bands of survivors is currently lurking in California. They are heading towards Beverly Hills, using a variety of vehicles to try and maintain their living. Rumors have reached their ears from what survivors they have picked up that there is a community on a remote island off the course of Africa that has managed to stay immune from the virus. But how can they get there? Will it be worth it?