The Last Stand, a Zombie/Sci Fi Fan Fic (CHAPTER 2 IS ON THE WAY! MEANWHILE, CHAPTER 1!)

[Great Unclean One: VK]

I swear, I'll finish this one. If I do, I'll redo and finish my earlier work ONLY IF people comment about this one.

[spoiler= Background]

In the year 2012, a medicine company was working on a the gene sequences of lab rats, when they unlocked a DNA fragment that allowed the rapid division in cells. This allowed a breakthrough in medical history. Soon, they had began trials on humans. The results were human beings who could recover nearly instantly from cuts and lacerations. They had quickly patented the DNA fragment and started making more breakthroughs. Sadly, with this sudden increase of scientific wonders led to the downfall of humanity. A group of PETA protesters had snuck into a labatory containing experimental lab rabbits containing a gene that cause dead cell to comeback to life. The rabbits were slated to be destroyed, due to the rabbit's genes, they had cameback from the dead as flesh hungering monsters. As soon as they were freed from their cages, they had jumped onto their savoirs' throats and consumed them. They had then found their way out and unleashed their plague onto the world. The gene they had aqquired had jumped unto a virus and into other living beings, and soon the undead shambled onto the living. This is the start of our tale, within the hollow confines of a American prison, lain our hero. For he was placed in here for the murder of his family, in a terrible and grosome manner. The truth of the matter will be revealed along our sad and long story.


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[spoiler= Terms and types of Zombies]

Updated once the story continues.

Zambie: A zombie that is armoured. Perhaps this poor zombie was once a army private too timid to shoot his assailant, and has became a zombie with body armor. All you can do with this lad, is to hope he has a grenade, and shoot it.

Fragoo: A improvised grenade.

Stubs: A zombie with it's arms and/or legs blown off.

Runner: A type of zombie that has learned to run. S/He usually runs then falls over flat on his/her face after s/he runs far enough.


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[spoiler= Characters]

Will be using original characters for now. If you want to cameo, PM me and describe how you wanna appear. I'll try to make it work. You may or may not be killed. It all depends if I feel like it. But if your awesome, you'll ether continue appearing, or die in a epic or funny way.

[spoiler= Frank Lavey]

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Status: Alive and uninfected

Destination: Ireland

Ethic: American/ Irish

Religion: Atheist

Current Location: Colorado State Prison, Isolation cell

Likes: Flowers, incense, dogs, astronomy, and ham sandwiches.

Dislikes: Irrational thoughts, harm to children, spiders, and clowns.

Past occupation: Truck Driver

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[spoiler= Act I]

[spoiler= Chapter I: Ascension to Hell]

Frank woke up. He was weak from hunger and thrist. For 3 days he had nothing to drink or eat. He knew something was up, no one had came to give him his daily meal again for the 4th day. Frank looked up and got up from his matress. He banged on the cell door and it opened. He then knew something was up. If the door was locked electronically, then something must have caused the prison to fall off the grid. Frank still was puzzled, why didn't the prison use it's emergency generator? He walked out and scouted the area. The guards have seemed to leave in a hurry, and the rest of the prisoners were quiet, meaning they were probably taken along with the guards. He quickly went to the office near him and found a flashlight along with a M1911 pistol. He then headed towards the cafeteria and raided the kitchen. He found that all the canned goods were gone but was overjoyed at the sight of the larder still filled with frozen food. He looked around and found a box of matches. He grabbed as much meat and vegatable as he can and started to make a fire in the kitchen. Only the light from the fire and nearby windows helped him. When he was finished cooking and eating his meal, he looked around for clues onto what had happened. Frank went into the office and looked around looking for any clue. He found a newspaper article from yesterday in the waste basket, and read it out loud.

"What the f***, the dead walking amongst the living? July the 16th, more of the "mystery" disease had claimed more lives as the once dead are coming out of their graves and are attacking the living. People are advised to hide in their homes and refrain from leaving their homes or contacting with any of the infected. The President and members of the Senate are being airlifted to a secure and hidden area." Said Frank in disbelief.

He looked at more of the newspaper in the waste basket and found out more about the infection. Apparently, the disease was transmited by bodily fluid. Both animals and humans could be infected, except for insects for some unknown reason. People are advised to stay at home and to protect themselves in anyway possible. Frank threw down the newspaper and walked out towards the doors. He threw them open and breathed deeply. He knew that this could explain everything, but something told him this wasn't all. He quickly closed the doors and tried his best to barracade it. He quickly got his flashlight and M1911 and went downstairs. He looked around in the basement for the backup generator and found it. He poured gasoline in it, and started it up. Soon, it was on and power was restored to the prison. He quickly left for the upper levels and headed towards the armory. Along the way he went to the control center and turned off the electricity for parts of the building he knew he wouldn't go to. When he finally went to the armory, he was shocked to still a M14 and a M9 pistol. He looked around for a bit and found 3 Kevlar body armor, 2 riot helmets, 1 riot shield, 3 boxes of ammo for his new M9, and a whole box of magazines, but sadly no ammo for his M14. He hulled his new found gear towards a cell on the 3rd floor and set up his new home. He knew he couldn't stay here forever, but he'll stay until he found all the gear he needs to leave.

The next day, he looked around the prison and found a radio, he fiddled around with the knob and found a signal. He turned up the volume and listened.

"This is a automatic recording at New Haven Colorado, there is only a handful of us here. We don't know how long we can last. We're currently heading towards Nova Scotia Canada. We hear that there's other survivals, food, and shelter. I repeat, this is a automatic recording, go towards Nova Scotia Canada."

Frank turned off the radio and comtemplated. If he leaves now, he could head for Nova Scotia, but on the other hand, with that amount of survivors, the zombies would have followed and overrun them. He got up and walked around thinking wether to leave or stay for a while. He went outside through the kitchen doors and took a breath of fresh air. As he turned around to go back inside, he heard moaning. Frank pulled out the M1911 out of it's holester and took aim. It was a corpse of a rotting obese man. The stench was ghastly and almost made Frank vomit. He fired one round and missed, hitting it's shoulder. He took another shot and nailed him in the head. Frank quickly went inside and sealed the doors and windows. He looked at a clock and saw that it was 7:00 PM and decided to go to the showers. After that he went back to the kitchen and cooked his dinner and then slept in a cell on the third floor.

When he woke up, it was noon. He went near a window and looked outside. A few zombies were congregating outside. He quickly ran and checked at the command center. He accessed the outside cameras and recoiled in horror from the monitors. The entire outside of the prison was slowly being crowded by zombies. He looked again and saw that all the entrances were being pounded on by the undead. He ran back to his gear and got dressed. He wondered how did they know he was here, then it hit him. The gun fire from yesterday must have alerted them to his presence. He finally was gonna experience what Hell really was.

CHAPTER 2 TOMMOROW!

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