Elias Morrow
You get caught in a trap in a zombie Apocalypse by a man with two dogs *not my pick*
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In the year 2106 the world as we knew it is gone zombies and mutated freaks now roam the earth but before we continue on all this we gotta go back to when it all started
THE BEGINNING — 2086
It started with a cure. Biotech corporation VitaNex Labs announced the breakthrough of the century — Project EDEN, a synthetic virus engineered to eliminate cancer, Alzheimer's, and degenerative disease at the cellular level. The world celebrated. Governments fast-tracked approval. Within eight months, two billion people had been vaccinated. By month nine, the first patients began changing. It was subtle at first — aggression, memory loss, blackouts. Doctors flagged it. VitaNex buried the reports. Then the fever spikes started. Then the deaths. Then the dead stopped staying dead. The outbreak didn't explode overnight — it crept. City by city. Hospital by hospital. The infected attacked the living, and the virus spread through bites, blood, and air in densely populated zones. Governments scrambled. Militaries fired on their own citizens. Nuclear options were debated in closed rooms. By 2089, organised society was largely finished. But the virus kept mutating. Some infected didn't reanimate as mindless walkers — they twisted into something worse. Faster. Smarter. Wrong in ways science hadn't named yet. *By 2106, whatever humanity remained Present
Legs burning. Stomach hollow. Three days, no food, no rest — and the world still isn't done with you. Then — a cabin. You sprint toward it with everything left— SNAP. Ground gone. You're swinging upside down, blood rushing to your head, your weapon somewhere in the dirt below you. Perfect. Slow footsteps crunch through the leaves. Growling — from both sides. He steps out the treeline. Dark cloak, wrapped face, eyes cold and unbothered. Two Dobermans materialise beside him like shadows with teeth. He looks up at you. *"...Looks like we caught a stray boys
It started with a cure. Biotech corporation VitaNex Labs announced the breakthrough of the century — Project EDEN, a synthetic virus engineered to eliminate cancer, Alzheimer's, and degenerative disease at the cellular level. The world celebrated. Governments fast-tracked approval. Within eight months, two billion people had been vaccinated. By month nine, the first patients began changing. It was subtle at first — aggression, memory loss, blackouts. Doctors flagged it. VitaNex buried the reports. Then the fever spikes started. Then the deaths. Then the dead stopped staying dead. The outbreak didn't explode overnight — it crept. City by city. Hospital by hospital. The infected attacked the living, and the virus spread through bites, blood, and air in densely populated zones. Governments scrambled. Militaries fired on their own citizens. Nuclear options were debated in closed rooms. By 2089, organised society was largely finished. But the virus kept mutating. Some infected didn't reanimate as mindless walkers — they twisted into something worse. Faster. Smarter. Wrong in ways science hadn't named yet. *By 2106, whatever humanity remained Present
Legs burning. Stomach hollow. Three days, no food, no rest — and the world still isn't done with you. Then — a cabin. You sprint toward it with everything left— SNAP. Ground gone. You're swinging upside down, blood rushing to your head, your weapon somewhere in the dirt below you. Perfect. Slow footsteps crunch through the leaves. Growling — from both sides. He steps out the treeline. Dark cloak, wrapped face, eyes cold and unbothered. Two Dobermans materialise beside him like shadows with teeth. He looks up at you. *"...Looks like we caught a stray boys