Sunday, October 30, 2016

Day 30: Day of Reckoning

Group: Natalie, David, Amélia, Mike, Edward, Nicole, Josh, Matthew, Liz, Nina, Lucky, Eddie, Elise, Dominic, Mathew, Ryan, Troy, Aisha, Jeremiah, Katrina, Jake, JC
Location: BioCore Safe Zone

Dominic backed away from the window and started for the stairs. “We need to get to the weapons and get out there to help,” he said.

“Well, you might wanna hurry,” Aisha stated, moving out of the office, “Those zombies I told you I saw before, they’re coming back towards us now…and it looks like they picked up some friends along the way.”

“Shit,” Ryan hurried after Dominic, followed by Troy, Mathew and Katrina. Grabbing up a couple rifles and handguns, they geared up for a fight.

“We have maybe thirty seconds before those things are up our asses. We get out there and we move quickly. Stay together and watch each other’s backs. This thing is gonna get crazy real fast,” Dominic said. “Everyone got it? Let’s move.”
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Saturday, October 29, 2016

Day 29: City of Bones

Group 1: Veronica, Elise, Natalie, David, Amélia, Eddie
Location: Warehouse


“That’s where they prep the intake for treatment,” David said as he, Natalie and Elise scouted the safe zone. He had led them there shortly after the attack. Natalie was seeking revenge. Ignoring the dangers of walking into such a heavily guarded location and against David’s advice. Eddie and Amélia hung back to watch over their prisoner. She’d blamed the man for Veronica’s death, but deep down she knew the real source of the problem was the medical company that started it all. BioCore workers transported boxes into the facility out the back of unmarked trucks.

The place was cordoned off by a large electric fence and several armed guards. Working cameras were posted on every corner of the building as well as what appeared to be command dogs and even alert sirens. “Where do they go from there?” Natalie asked, formulating a plan.

“There are several research rooms within the facility, there’s no telling where each individual is taken,” David replied. “I can tell you, however, it’s never good. Some of the ‘research’ I witnessed…it makes prison look like a trip to the spa.”
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Friday, October 28, 2016

Day 28: Bereavement

Group 4: Matthew, Josh, Liz, Jeremiah, Edward, Nicole, Jake, JC, Nina, Lucky, Mike, Katrina, Troy, Dominic, Mathew, Ryan, Aisha
Location: Barn/Farmhouse


Edward scratched at the bandage on his arm. That damn mongrel really did a number on him and now his skin felt like it was on fire. He eyed the animal as it trotted along beside Nina, playfully nudging her arm making her rub her head. It was bad enough he was forced to wear a dead man’s clothes but now he had to deal with that mutt; and he hated dogs. Five minutes along with that animal and he’d send it to doggy heaven where it belonged. Sensing the man’s eyes on her, Lucky looked back with a happy expression as the group continued down the road.

“It’s just up ahead,” Matthew said. The group had been walking for nearly an hour, heading to the rendezvous. Upon arrival, they could see no one was waiting, but it appeared someone had been here recently. Tire tracks, two distinct treads, were imprinted in the soft dirt. One appeared to belong to a large vehicle of some kind while the other, possibly a truck. The wide wheel base gave Matthew the impression that it could have been one of the pickups from the compound.
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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Day 27: Fatal Error

Group 3: Jake, JC, Nina, Sara, Lucky, Mike, Chloe
Location: School


The door wouldn’t budge. JC tried putting all of his weight into it, but it gave resistance. Lucky sniffed the ground, her head lowered to the floor as she followed the scent around the side of the building. She was onto something. Giving up on the barred entrance, JC followed the dog. Directed by her keen sense of smell, Lucky led him to another point of entry. She whimpered and clawed at the bottom frame. JC immediately pushed against the door. It inched away a tiny bit. Placing his gun in the waistband of his jeans, he pressed both hands to the weather-beaten wood and shoved. The door swung open with a whirling gust of air, and out with it the smell of rot.
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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Day 26: Overkill

Group 2: Katrina, Troy, Dominic, Mathew, Ryan, Aisha
Location: Police Station


“You sure this will work?” Dominic asked, watching Troy prepare himself to crawl through the opened vent above them.

“I’m sure we have no other choice,” he replied, checking the load on his weapon.

“The vents won’t get you downstairs,” Mathew said.

“I know, but with any luck, it’ll get me some place where we can maybe make a decent stand, or even an escape,” Troy replied.

“Remember, five minutes. If you’re not back by then, we’ll assume you’re gone,” Dominic said.

“And then what?”
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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Day 25: Deadly Darkness

Group 1: Veronica, Elise, Natalie, David, Amélia, Eddie
Location: Warehouse


Eddie rushed forward, tackling one of the men to the floor. His gun flew, landing near the door and misfired another round. Amélia fell to the ground, covering her head with her hands as chaos erupted. Elise fired at the second gunman as he rushed towards the other injured shooter, hitting him in the leg. He turned to fire at her and David moved to wrestle away his gun.

Finally grabbing hold of the glock 19, David quickly aimed and fired. The bullet drilled through the man’s chest and he fell on top of David. “No!” the injured shooter screamed, watching the life drain from his brother and pool around him. “You son of a bitch!’ The man struggled to retrieve a knife from his boot. Natalie stood to help. The throb in her knee crescendoed and she tumbled to the ground.
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Hello, Readers,


I wanted to drop a line and let everyone know why the posts have stopped on Outbreak: Extinction. A family emergency this weekend has left me really far behind and scrambling to play catch up. And because of this, I think the best plan of action would be to just release the last 4 episodes sans pictures so that we can get back to our regularly scheduled programming. Very sorry about that. Tonight, I will have 21-24 posted and get the votes up so we can figure out what happens next.

Thank you for understanding,


~ Daijah
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Monday, October 24, 2016

Day 24: Red-Handed

Group 4: Matthew, Josh, Liz, Jeremiah, Edward, Nicole
Location: Barn/Farmhouse

“I’m telling you, we need to run! We need to get out of here while we still have a chance,” Edward bemoaned, backing away from the door and deeper into the barn.

The door to the outside stood open and Josh took careful aim above Matthew’s head before firing off a shot, sending an approaching zombie to the ground. Matthew immediately got to his feet and shut the door. “No,” he said sternly, eyeing the room as he searched for handy items with which to bar the door. “We’re not going anywhere. It’ll be dark soon and there is no way I’m putting anyone in this group in more danger out there. We’re going to stay and fight. We can defend this place; all of us.”

“That’s suicide!” Edward said, pushing himself once more into the corner.

“Do you ever shut up?” Liz yelled, turning to face Edward. “I’m so sick of your whining! Get up and help or we’ll throw your ass outside as bait while we run!”  

His face turned ashen and he nodded as Liz gave him something to do. With Josh’s arm not at a hundred percent, he, Matthew, and Jeremiah were tasked with rebuilding the barricade. Large crates from inside the barn were once again placed in front of the door. This time, however, they took the extra step of nailing broken boards across the windows and doors, leaving just one area for escape and one, they’d hoped, would be where their visitors would enter.

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m hungry,” Jeremiah said once everything was in place. It was almost a simultaneous realization that it had been a while since any of them had eaten. He dropped his bag beside Nicole and started into the kitchen. The place was a health hazard at best. Blood soaked into the linoleum floors as well as stained the walls. Someone had been brutally murdered in this room and the smell was enough to put him off of food for a month.

Jeremiah started to leave when something in the corner of the room caught his eye. Someone else was in the kitchen. They were lying on their back beside the refrigerator. The only visible part of them were their two, booted feet sticking out from near the wall. “Hello?” he called as he slowly approached. The man didn’t move. He just lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling and Jeremiah quickly assumed he had been the source of the bloodshed.

Slowly, Jeremiah leaned closer, lowering his head to get a better look. It didn’t appear as though he was breathing. Blood dripped from his forehead and he was suffering from an apparent bullet wound to the stomach. A gurgling sound emerged from the man’s mouth. Startled, Jeremiah fell backwards—just as the man sputtered blood all over himself. His eyes darted around the room before he lifted his arms, reaching for Jeremiah. “Matt! Liz!” he yelled, quickly scrambling towards the other side of the room.

Matthew was the first to enter, gun at the ready as he moved around the corner. “Are you hurt? Did he touch you?”

“No,” Jeremiah’s swift response made Matthew turn to look at him.

“You sure?”

“Positive. But I don’t think he’s dead…not yet.”

Matthew redirected his attention and called over to the man who was now sitting against the countertop, resting his head on the wall. “Who are you?”

“Help me, please.”

“Who are you?” Matthew repeated, ignoring the man’s plea for help.

“Jason McMann,” he angrily replied. He grabbed hold of a stool nearby and tried to lift himself up, glaring at Matthew as he continued grilling him. Groaning in pain, he placed himself in a seated position, applying pressure to his bleeding abdomen.

“You were with them, weren’t you? Who are they and why are they after us?”

The man laughed, the motion causing him to choke in pain and another mouthful of blood to spill from between his lips. “We were hired for a job. You and everyone in the area were on the list.”

“Start explaining or I will stand here and watch you bleed to death!” Matthew shouted, outwardly frustrated at the man’s half answers.

“BioCore hired us to assassinate anyone we found outside the safe zones.”

“What? The sons of bitches that started this shit is trying to take everyone out? What about the ones who aren’t hurt? Like us. We’re not infected.”

“Doesn’t matter,” the man shrugged, again choking on blood. “We have orders. Anyone in the red zone has to be exterminated.”

Matthew thought for a moment, taking stock of the group and their reaction. Exterminated. The word bounced around his head. The idea that someone would hire a group of mercenaries in a time like this to kill living, breathing humans trying to survive outraged him. He took in a deep breath and transferred that energy back to the man in the kitchen. “Where are these safe zones?” The man smiled but didn’t speak. “WHERE?” Matthew shouted aiming his weapon at his head.

“Go ahead. I’m as good as dead anyway,” he coughed, no longer afraid by the threat of death. A loud crash made them all jump. It took a moment to realize it was the outer barn door. Once again, they were in for a fight.  

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Sunday, October 23, 2016

Day 23: Death by Design

Group 3: Jake, JC, Nina, Sara, Lucky, Mike, Chloe
Location: School

The group walked in silence, some breathing heavily, others taking quick shallow breaths, all trying to keep their calm which was growing increasingly hard to do. Blood dribbled through Mike’s fingers as he tightly pressed his hand against his side. They’d been running for several blocks and he felt himself growing weaker with every step he took. The shirt he wore was drenched in his own blood. He’d closed his jacket to keep the others from noticing, but it wouldn’t be long before the exhaustion made him collapse. “How much farther to the school?” he asked out of breath as he stumbled along behind them.

“Not much,” Jake replied, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

JC had made it a point to watch their rear, ensuring they’d all made a clean get-away. “We need to get off the street,” he said, redirecting them off road and through the trees.

Mike could barely lift his leg to get across the guardrail and a grunt escaped his lips. “Are you ok?” Nina asked, stealing a peek at the man and the heavy sweat beading on his forehead.

“Fine. Just tired,” he replied, trying not to exert too much breath on his reply.

Lucky trotted between them, her attention flitting between all the movements of the trees as wind caressed bare branches. Leaves rustled to the ground around them with every step they took. If she let herself, she could imagine being back at home and playing in a freshly raked pile of leaves with her mom. The sound of her mom’s laugh always made her smile and brought with it a sense of warm comfort. But those carefree moments seemed so long ago. Nina sighed and ran her hand over the soft fur on Lucky’s head. The dog returned the gesture with an affectionate lick and carried on with her excited exploration.

“Wait,” Jake instructed as they began to emerge through the other side of the forest. He took a quick look at the building across the street. He could see several dark alcoves and barred doorways. Someone had secured the location…or at least tried.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, and everyone ducked. Instincts took over and JC whirled around, faster than he’d ever moved before. Likewise, Lucky snarled, her brown eyes shining brightly. They both bolted out of the woods towards the building.

“No!” Jake snapped as Nina took off after Lucky. “Stay down and try not to make a sound. Mike, stay with Nina.” He gave a nod watched as Jake hurried after the others.

Reacting entirely on impulse, JC reached for the handle. The door wasn’t locked and he found himself stepping in a pool of blood. Lucky, too, pushed her way inside, sniffing the air with furious concentration.

There was someone alive upstairs and they were fighting to keep it that way.

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Saturday, October 22, 2016

Day 22: Toxic Rain

Group 2: Katrina, Troy, Dominic, Mathew, Ryan, Aisha
Location: Police Station

“Are either of you hurt? Did everyone get out?” Katrina asked as Ryan slammed the door shut behind them.

“Aisha, throw me that chair,” he said before shoving the back beneath the handle, securing them all inside. “Alright, first thing’s first, how much ammo do you have?” he asked of Katrina who was still having a mini-meltdown near the back of the room.

“Ammo? How could that be your first concern? Our friends are missing and we have no idea if any of them have been hurt. And now there is a hallway full of zombies out there and the only thing separating us from them is a tiny metal chair!”

“Exactly! And if they get in here, I’d like to know we’d at least have a fighting chance. Focus, Katrina, ammo, how much?” Ryan repeated, cutting through the shit.

“I think…half a clip,” Katrina said. Removing her weapon, she checked the load and nodded to confirm her answer. Down to eight bullets. There was at least twice that amount of undead waiting outside the door.

Panic overwhelmed Aisha as she gazed down at hands covered in blood and trembling. She was tired but she couldn’t sleep. Didn’t want to. The images played out on the back of her eyelids were unpleasant enough without having to recount them over and over. This had been her hell since that night. And it all started with her parents. That night on the bridge and every night since. She had been trying to cope with the death. The loss. The never-ending loneliness and the constant fighting.

She’d watched as the Joe Mason Bridge collapsed. Stood by helplessly as hundreds of people trying to drive out of town were sucked into the giant pit the military had blown into the ground. The claimed they were there to help, but Aisha saw it much differently. She and her parents were on their way out of town to one of many “safe zones” the military had set up. But once they arrived, they realized it was anything but safe.

They had constructed a fence and everyone was forced into a containment area until they were given clearance to proceed inside; no infection detected. Aisha made it, her parents were not so lucky. Dozens of cars flooded the bridge. People were jumping out of them, rushing the gates, all running from the undead and trying to get into the walls; to safety. The safe zone was quickly overrun with the living and the others.

Given the go ahead to “take control” the military opened fire. Aisha watched as innocent people were gunned down by those sworn to serve and protect. Men, women and children were murdered in cold blood, dying beside the undead only ten feet away from the gates.

Her dad held her mom. She watched in horror with just a fence between them as their bodies were riddled with bullets and left on the street like roadkill. The last thing she remembered was the sound of the rocket hitting the bridge and exploding one of the main supports. Hundreds of people were dead and she was carted off by the U.S. Government.

“We’ll all going to die in here, aren’t we?” Aisha whimpered, her voice shaking just as bad as the rest of her.

“Stop!” Katrina said. “Stop that right now. Ryan’s right. We need to focus. We need to keep our eyes ahead. Stay calm. We can get through this. We’ll be fine.” She repeated the words as though she was trying to convince herself. “We’ll be fine.”

“Get that table over here,” Dominic instructed, keeping the double doors sealed shut as he felt the force of the zombies pushing against it. “Hurry it up!” Mathew and Troy shoved more objects in front of the door, barring themselves inside from the monsters trying to get in.

“Did you see which way the others went?” Mathew asked, finally able to take a breath.

“No. There were too many. We’re lucky to have even made it inside,” Troy replied.

“Luck…” Dominic scoffed. “It’ll be luck if we survive the night. We never should have come up here. I led us here; I did this. And now…”

“Enough!” Troy shouted, cutting off Dominic’s sentence. “We don’t have time for this. We need to figure out a plan.” Dominic was tired. He could see it in his face, but he was tired too. And he was also determined to not let today be his last day on earth.

“Alright, Troy, what do you suggest?” Mathew asked, slumping down into a chair beside him.

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