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Intro:

The name’s Jack Burke and I was 23 at the time of the Outbreak….I was working at the Great Lakes Crossing Mall as a Public Safety Officer. My duties were to bust pick pocketing hoodlums and escort ladies to their cars at night along with other seemingly menial duties. Little did I know that I’d be fighting for my life and sanity whilst finding out what went on and escaping the city simultaneously. Anyways, the backstory so you know a little on what happened prior...

*This story is writtem more as a recollection than an actual story for exhaustive reasons although there will be detailed segments from time to time.....Many thank-yous to SkipNChurch, who supplied me with the ideas for the backstory behind the cause of the Infection*

AgEnT_GrEEn:

Apparently the Basement Incident got a little out of hand...Well, a lot out of hand. That shit was supposed to be taken care of by the HAZMAT team sent down their to collect their 'samples,' but we all know that didn't work the fuck out.

Some ramblings on the job:

Being a Security Guard wasn't that bad of a job, it was more so boring....Well, sort of. I made it a habit and my required post to stay near the Food Court a couple weeks before the 16th of December so I could get some of that good food to eat, check out the ladies and keep an eye out for trouble. Heh, that trouble on the 16th was something the Government was hiding from the public; I didn't even know about it. They were gonna let everyone die to save their hides for their mis-actions in dealing with their messes from fucking up the Nazis back in WW2...Typical, typical but I'll talk more on that later. Seriously, the only alert Security recieved was a "All units, be on high alert for suspicious activity, especially near the maitenance tunnels" I only thought maybe some Emo kids were trying to put rotten fish in the vents again like a couple months prior to the 16th. I handled that crap myself without backup since they were teenage girly-girl drama queens that thought they were hardcore. I didn't even have to do anything as they surrendered the chumbucket and gave up when they saw me walk up. A couple of the confirmed females were kinda hot actually, but a 23 year old Security Guard/Michigan Militiaman and a 18 year old Emo-Goth chick that was probably in a no-namer garage band and wrote depressing poetry and painted sad pictures in art class, well that wasn't happening. Or so I thought until I met Amy.

Amy Alice Whittaker:

I met her a couple weeks prior to the 16th while I was on lunch break, [for the second time that day since big muscular macho men have to eat] she was the new clerk up at the Hot-Topic. She looked like your stereotypical Emo-Goth chick: Tall, sorta thin but still not-anorexic-looking, more so just right, had that feathery-poofy hair that was dyed red and black, had a pretty face, she always wore a black Senses Fail t-shirt, Tripp pants, three pyramid-studded belts and a pair of black, scribbled on Chuck Taylor All-stars.....I always went by the Hot Topic before closing to see if I could get the guts to talk to her, but I always chickened out when she looked at me...Anyways, I was scarfing down 4 Beef 'n Cheedars, 2 curly fries and a large Dr. Pepper. It was funny since I put on my "I'll fuckin' murder you" look when she walked by me but she wasn't fazed by it alt all, in fact she giggled and sat down at my table. I glared at her, but she smiled at me. I felt somewhat uneasy then, especially since she was giving off that 'I want to get to know you and get your number' aura.....Our conversation went something like this:

Amy: Hi.
Me. ...
Amy: You're not scaring me. You think you are, but you're not.
Me: Shouldn't you be at work?
Amy: My lunchbreak's the same time as yours.
Me: Well, I'm busy right now.
Amy, *giggling*: Yeah you are, packing away those Beef 'n Cheddars.
Me: I'm hungry....Can't you tell?
Amy: I can tell, look at your shirt.
Me *I look down and see some Cheddar-dribble on my shirt* That's not funny.
Amy: You're right, it's not. It's hilarious!
Me: Why are you talking to me?
Amy: You looked lonely.
Me *Getting a bit antsy* I was just fine until you walked up and started-
Amy *interrupting*: I highly doubt that.
Me *Taking a sip on the Dr. Pepper to hide the huge gulp I was making*: What do you want from me?
Amy *grabs my fries*: These.
Me *sorta pissed*: You gonna pay for those?
Amy: I'm broke, that's why I'm working here.
Me *losing my cool* I'll get you fired for thievery...*Cools down* But I'll be nice and won't.
Amy: Yeah, cuz you're too busy slurping on that Dr. Pepper.
Me: No it isn't.
Amy: Bullshit. I watched you put Dr. Pepper in it.
Me: Why were you watching me?
Amy: You look good in that uniform....Even with the cheese on it.
Me *Sarcastically*: Aww, thanks.
Amy*Leans a bit closer, looking me square in the eyes, with a quiet tone to her voice*: You know nobody's listening or watching us, right? You don't have to be so difficult.
Me*trying to throw her off*: what makes you think I like you, I'm not into chicks like-
Amy: Well, why do I always catch you checking me out at the end of the day?
Me *Meekly*: I was looking for troublemakers.
Amy*laughs*: No you weren't. Give it up, you like me.
Me *Nervous laugh*: No, I don't!
Amy * Smiles as she bats her eyelashes and plays footsies with me, she notices that my face turned sorta red.* You do!
Me *realizing she got me*: Alright.... *nervous laugh* I kinda do like you.
Amy: *Giggles, then looks at her watch and realizes she's gone over her lunchbreak* Ooh, I gotta go, um, meet me by Hot Topic after work, ok?
Me: *Dumbfounded* Uhh, yeah, alright.
Amy: *Gets up, pushes in her chair and tosses the empty fry-box on my tray and hurries back to work*
Me *In disbelief at what just happened* Damn!

The only thing I could think about for the rest of the day was meeting her after work. It was almost agonizing having to wait out the rest of my shift not knowing what she had in store for me. I felt compelled to switch out my shirt since I obviously wasn't going to anything with cheddar cheese on it, so later on in the evening I called someone in to cover my post while I switched out my shirt and spruced myself up; I couldn't believe I was doing all of this over some girl I met only once. I mean, I dated girls many, many times before, but there was something different to her, I don't know what it was,

To Be Continued...