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A boy of the streets, a runaway, a drifter, had been kidnapped several months before the epidemic. The kidnappers; a gang of scum commissioned by a division of G-Corp to 'ascertain' human test subjects.

The teens name was Zachariah Smith, better known as Zack to those few who knew him. But to the blinded scientists, he was labeled Z-C13.

-The night before the dawn of the epidemic.-
Protocols were not met. The two lab-workers 'bypassed' confirmations of superior personnel. An unfortunate test subject, our Zack, was awoken and escorted to a small white room.

Under ordinary procedures the subject would be strapped to a table. The scientists chose a chair and settled for restraining his wrists and ankles, a decision that would end in their demise, and that of thousands of Durem citizens.

A needle was produced from a box one of the scientists had with them, a strain of virus within that they had concocted from the files of experiments that had been exacted on samples of Zack's blood and DNA. They had found that Zack possessed a unique thirteenth chromosome -hence the C13 on his label- that bonded with the virus like a man with a woman, a perfect match.

A swab of alcohol, a plastic band wrapped around the bicep, one pierce of the metal sliding into flesh... and Hell was released upon the world.

Within minutes the virus had coursed through his veins seizing his heart and clenching it with an inhuman passion. Killing the bodies true inhabitant. Several seconds later, his flesh began to writhe, muscles pulsing with renewed vigor. Strength flowed into his limbs and the bonds were but a twig in the face of a giants wrath. The unfortunate, and very incompetent, scientists were slaughtered.

They say when the body truly dies, the soul leaves the body. But it is often over looked that there are three elements of mortality; the body, the mind, and the spirit. It is the mind that contains the spirit -a substance from another plane that surrounds the world in an envelope of life- to the body. Trapping it like sandbags clutching an air balloon to the earth. When the body dies, the mind continues to live. There are billions of neurons running through our brain like an electrical current. Even when blood ceases to replenish it with vitality like a cars battery it still runs in layers of networks deep in the mind. The hidden brain. The part of subconsciousness that controls our actions whether we think it is or can't. These continual signs of life keep the soul within the body for months before it finally returns to the great world of spirit, whatever one believes its appearance to be. When Zack ceased to be Zack, the mind containing his thoughts, dreams and memories, not to mention soul, was still very much intact. A flicker of consciousness remained. One lighter flame of self-control in a cave of night.

Rage arose from the memories that thrived, memories of injustice and torture. The creature Zack had become went on a revenge fueled killing spree. Bashing in brains, while the flame of Zacks last conceptions of humanity miraculously prevented the out-of-his-control body from consuming flesh.

With the benefits the virus provided him he hunted down every last scientist working late in the facility. Progressing eventually to 'the hive' where the scientists slept. There was no returning to ones family. Those that were given clearance to the undercover project charged with utmost secrecy and security. ******** were not expected, in the end it was a pair of ******** that brought its doom.

The only spared were those like him, but the zombie within him cared less for releasing them then escaping to the surface itself. Other subjects whose transition process went smoothly due to followed protocol could smell death in the air. Primed with the prospects of flesh, the next few days for them would be invested to breaking out of their cells. The stronger naturally, broke free first. A trove of ready to eat corpses available. And when that source was consumed, steadily faster as more experiments escape, the warehouse sized building -packed floor to ceiling with cages- filled with uninfected starving test subjects. Those brave enough to venture into the facility will find the task to be far more terrible then they'd presume.

-The Dawn of Durems Death and Downfall-
Z-C13 emerged from a passage connecting to the sewers beneath the city. Not far from the manhole that was his escape, the hunger had grown far too great for the flame of humanity to prevent the machine that demanded sustenance from getting what it wanted. It was here the epidemic truly began. Markus Fowl was within the vicinity of Zacks deigned prey. The victim was a woman, who stereotypically screamed in fear, and surprise for help. The unwise group that is ever persistent in gathering around scenes of abnormal situations and accidents was not far in doing what they do best. Infection descended on the group as fast as it formed. The zombies instincts taking over, one bite of flesh from each individual seemed to be its code.

Markus, doing what he could in a moment of disaster, ended the not-life of several of the newly-infected before he was forced to give chase to the monster that initiated the attack. Led into an office building, window-wall shattered, secretary on the ground in a growing pool of blood. Bloodied footprints leading to the stairwell.

The consumed flesh triggered mutation in the unique chromosome. He became a beast. Showing features of a four-legged animal, his back legs bent, bones cracking and reforming. Muscle mass doubled, large claws formed on hands and feet, ribs growing reinforced and lengthening to compensate for its new muscular structure.

A show down between the mutated zombie and Markus took place between the cubicles of an office. Ending with Markus being thrown out a window to the ground floors below. Z-C13 escaping into the streets soon after.

An evacuation order was delivered through the city, refugees were to be sent to Aekea. But before the could release thousands of citizens that could potentially be carrying the gene of death within them, screenings had to take place. The releasing process was slow, very slow. And it wasn't long before Z-C13 realized the herd of walking meals was converging into one spot of the city, standing like sitting ducks. Chaos spread as the beast feasted, sticking to the one bite rule to spread the infection faster through the crowd.

When he was sated, the head zombie retreated to an underground parking garage to mutate and feast on a corpse it had brought with it. Its mutations led to the emergence of gorilla-like features. Not too mention the second pair of arms that had descended from the rib-cage under its birth limbs. Head had extended into a snout, a second thick layer of muscle forming around the skull, followed by a layer of liquid bone, the same that had reinforced its ribs and the second arms. A raw layer of muscle pulsed on its now monstrous head. A tail of bone sprouted from the base of its spine, ending in a sharp, virus-bearing, spade.

Over the following night he had come to realization that those zombies he had created could be controlled through mental commands. Zack was now a god of the undead, reveling in its strength. As the rays of the next morning strike the city, you may begin to role-play in the city. Beware, 98% of the cities population are now a serious hazard to your health. How do you plan to survive this gruesome scene? Will you be amongst the group that tracks the virus's origins? If you plan on it, it would be wise to contact Markus Fowl and his associates. The Atlantean prince, Aenle Ironheart, sent through time by his gods to perform a deed unknown to him has constructed refuge within the clock-tower. Join him if you wish to retaliate against the waves of death. ...