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Title: World Gone Wrong
Author: RoboZed
Rating: PG13
Status: Work in progress (Unfinished)
You could hear the breath of the weary hikers as they ran down the slope, panting and groping for air. They had it in their sights, a log cabin up ahead. The only sign of any electricity or civilization for miles. "You think anyone's in there Jonh?" Gasped Mike. "Why would there be? This place is the middle of no where!" He said, exasperated. "Calm down you two, we'll figure out what this whole mess is soon enough." Dave told them both. They carried on in silence, the only sounds were the occasional bird cawing overhead. The log cabin was 50 yards away now, the undergrowth growing less dense as they walked into the clearing where the building stood. "Calhoun - 206", Was what the sign read on the cabin. The hikers walked inside to see a spacious inclosure with a granite desk in the center of the one room cabin. The wood finish gleemed in the warmth of the day. On the wall was a pay phone with the phone dangling by the cord. "Well?" Said Mike, "Who do we call?""I know," Replied Dave, "We should call Sarah, she always watches the news, she'd know if it was how the guy described it." Dave picked up the phone and dialed Sarah. After a couple of rings she picked up "Hello?" Sarah said over the phone. "Listen Sarah, this is Dave. I need you to help us out." "Oh hi Dave. Who's us, are you out with friends?" "Yes, I'm hiking with Mike and John. This is important, have you been noticing anything strange recently? Anything on the news that's worth mentioning?" "Well no not really. These doctors are releasing some vaccine for some 'New Virus'. Seemed stupid and expensive so I skipped over it." "I need you to go back to that channel and tell me what's going on." "Okay but I really don't see the point of this it's no big de-" "Just do it okay! It's really important you do this!" Dave interrupted. "Alright alright im flipping. Hmmm, they're talking about some symptoms of this new virus. Grogginess, paleness, bite marks, wait bite marks? What kind of symptom is that?" "Keep going.." "Okay they're saying glazed eyes, coughing, vomitting, and stomach pain. Wow quite the virus, maybe I should look into a vaccine." "Never mind that right now. Sarah stay where you are, don't go out tonight or do anything like that. Don't ask questions, I know what I'm doing okay. I'll be there later today." "Fair enough, see you later Dave." "Bye."Dave hung up the phone. Mike asked him about the call as they walked out the door, Dave told him about the symptoms and the description of this virus. John immediately said, "Weren't a couple of those what that guy on the trail had talked about?" "I guess, I don't remember much, I do know he said bite marks, that much is clear." Said Dave. "Well lets not stand around we need to get back home." Mentioned Mike. After setting up for the hike back to the car, the guys walked mostly in silence. Now I believe some introductions are in order before we get any further into the story. Mike Roswell is 16, the youngest of his friends. He likes hiking, hunting, outdoors and sports. His entire life has been spent growing up in the south, he's most definitely a country boy. But most importantly he loves guns, he prefers .22s for their lack of noise when hunting. Mike you may think likes bolt actions but that's quite the opposite. He often goes with semi automatic rifles because of the fire rate and the fact that you don't need to pick your head up and re-sight up your target after firing. He can't legally own a gun, but he does "own" a lot of them, under his fathers name. Johnny Daniels is 17, tall and awkward amongst his peers, he stands at only a modest 6 foot 4. Now John and Mike are a lot alike except, John is a zombie fanatic.
