Journal of a Survivor
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,923
Reviews:
58
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
January 4th
January 4th, 2012
I remember reading in the newspaper and on the internet about how this all came about, how it all happened and why I’m trapped in this stupid store. The details are becoming a little hazy in my mind but I know it all started with a computer virus. That much is clear to me. The article seems to get clearer in my mind when I lay in the closet at night, trying to think of anything but the death of my friends and family. That article seems to be posted in every corner of this building, I‘ll copy it down, more for my own record than anything else.
One that no one had ever encountered before and they had no idea how to stop it. Personal computers didn’t seem to be affected, while highly confidential and overly secured computers were reporting infection and weird occurrences. There were no missing files, no blue screens with error messages and no computers turning off when they weren’t expected to. The virus simply seemed to sit quietly within the programming, minding it’s own business until it turned the computers on at random. This strange powering up only seemed to be happening at night and while it didn’t appear to be affecting the programs within the computer in any way, the virus was going exactly what it had been programmed to do. Each time it turned on at night, the virus would browse through all the confidential files, unlocking anything that might be essential to its creators quest. It was retrieving codes and passwords, unlocking computer controlled doors and giving its creator access to the building. All this had been orchestrated so the creator could gain access to the most important medical research labs and rid each and every one of them of any biological that could be used to start another disease ridden war. The virus was self adapting so it would be able to evade and outwit anyone who tried to destroy it. This led to the virus getting ahead of its creator, opening the wrong locks and turning off the freezers that kept possible biological weapons at bay. Vials of viral cells and hazardous materials shattered as the freezing was shut off and freezer doors popped open, exposing the vials to a rapid change in temperature. A fog crept across the floor of the laboratory, evading the warning sensors, drifting under the doors and out of the small room through the ventilation system. No one could have foreseen what was about to happen, and the consequences for the earth.
Who knew, right? One little program error and all of a sudden the world is in conflict and people are dying…and then they rise from where they fell, feasting on the flesh of those still living.
I don’t want to remember anymore.
.
.
.
.
.
Raen closed his journal once again, groaning out loud in complete frustration. It took all of his self control to keep from picking up the radio beside himself and heaving it against the wall. He was sick of hearing the static that came over the radio waves, but not hearing any sort of sign of life. The nearly eighteen year old teenager had vowed to stop talking to himself, mostly in order to keep from going completely crazy. Such a vow had resulted in many groans, shouts, and out bursts of anger towards anything that was close to him. Taking a deep breath, Raen tried to focus himself by forcing his body into a form of meditation he had once seen on the television, back when his life wasn’t turned upside down.
“Okay…Deep breaths…In…Out…In…Out…” Not talking to himself had lasted nearly twenty-four hours, but Raen knew it wasn’t something he was going to be able to continue doing.
I remember reading in the newspaper and on the internet about how this all came about, how it all happened and why I’m trapped in this stupid store. The details are becoming a little hazy in my mind but I know it all started with a computer virus. That much is clear to me. The article seems to get clearer in my mind when I lay in the closet at night, trying to think of anything but the death of my friends and family. That article seems to be posted in every corner of this building, I‘ll copy it down, more for my own record than anything else.
One that no one had ever encountered before and they had no idea how to stop it. Personal computers didn’t seem to be affected, while highly confidential and overly secured computers were reporting infection and weird occurrences. There were no missing files, no blue screens with error messages and no computers turning off when they weren’t expected to. The virus simply seemed to sit quietly within the programming, minding it’s own business until it turned the computers on at random. This strange powering up only seemed to be happening at night and while it didn’t appear to be affecting the programs within the computer in any way, the virus was going exactly what it had been programmed to do. Each time it turned on at night, the virus would browse through all the confidential files, unlocking anything that might be essential to its creators quest. It was retrieving codes and passwords, unlocking computer controlled doors and giving its creator access to the building. All this had been orchestrated so the creator could gain access to the most important medical research labs and rid each and every one of them of any biological that could be used to start another disease ridden war. The virus was self adapting so it would be able to evade and outwit anyone who tried to destroy it. This led to the virus getting ahead of its creator, opening the wrong locks and turning off the freezers that kept possible biological weapons at bay. Vials of viral cells and hazardous materials shattered as the freezing was shut off and freezer doors popped open, exposing the vials to a rapid change in temperature. A fog crept across the floor of the laboratory, evading the warning sensors, drifting under the doors and out of the small room through the ventilation system. No one could have foreseen what was about to happen, and the consequences for the earth.
Who knew, right? One little program error and all of a sudden the world is in conflict and people are dying…and then they rise from where they fell, feasting on the flesh of those still living.
I don’t want to remember anymore.
.
.
.
.
.
Raen closed his journal once again, groaning out loud in complete frustration. It took all of his self control to keep from picking up the radio beside himself and heaving it against the wall. He was sick of hearing the static that came over the radio waves, but not hearing any sort of sign of life. The nearly eighteen year old teenager had vowed to stop talking to himself, mostly in order to keep from going completely crazy. Such a vow had resulted in many groans, shouts, and out bursts of anger towards anything that was close to him. Taking a deep breath, Raen tried to focus himself by forcing his body into a form of meditation he had once seen on the television, back when his life wasn’t turned upside down.
“Okay…Deep breaths…In…Out…In…Out…” Not talking to himself had lasted nearly twenty-four hours, but Raen knew it wasn’t something he was going to be able to continue doing.