Beyond Grim And Evil: The Infected Of Endsville

(A/N: Just to show I do have more stories planned. Probably won't update often, I'm really distracted right now, but yeah. Enjoy. Different Prologue layout than most. I have a lot of fixing to do with this story so I'm not entirely sure how much it will change. I'll update when I can.)

Prologue: The Infected

Generals log 004: It is ten 'o' clock at night, and already it's dark. The boathouse creaks and groans with the softest of breezes. Really, it's a miracle how we've been able to survive this long. They're outside, we can hear them. Every groan, every moan, every scream. How haven't they sensed us? How haven't they torn this boathouse to shreds to get us? Where do we go from here? What can we do? It's so quiet. So eerily quiet, yet so loud. I'm fairly certain we shant last the night, so I am writing down a set of directions to any unlucky survivor who may yet be out there.

If you have come this far, it's a miracle. Allow me to have the pleasure of informing you that you won't make it out of here alive, unless you by some stroke of luck brought a kit for repairing sailing boats, and this one will definitely need them. If you do somehow manage to fix it, then sail away from here as far as you possibly can. Stop at no land unless it is completely uninhabited by man or beast. If you cannot find one, then just kill yourself and make it quick. You may want to anyway as the disease is in the water, and what mortal is there who can survive without water long? There is no escape. Everything is gone, everything. The entire world is done for. Ironic that it isn't in the way most zombie slash apocalyptic movies would turn out.

It's funny, really, that this is the last writing I may ever do, and it's not even a biography. Not that my life has anything worthwhile to talk about, that is. Anyway, my name is Skarr, General Reginald Peter Skarr. I am one of the two root causes of this whole disaster. My cohort, the one who invented the blasted potion in the first place, and I, managed to escape the base of operations of the terrorist organization Evil Con Carne—of which she is presently a member and I once was before retiring—with our lives. Her name is Major Doctor Andedonia J. Ghastly. She was the mad scientist of the bunch, and I the top General in Hector Con Carne's army. She is the other cause of this tragedy, not that my life has been anything but tragedy. Hector is…

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"Skarr, what are you doing?" a voice suddenly questioned.

Skarr looked sharply up with a gasp of alarm. "Ghastly, you nearly gave me a heart attack woman!" Skarr hissed, annoyed.

"Sorry, it was just quiet. I thought you were asleep, or… or dead," Ghastly replied, rubbing a hand up and down her arm.

"Or infected?" Skarr asked.

"Yeah," she admitted, looking out the window. Infected. Everyone was infected. Who were they kidding? They couldn't hide much longer. They couldn't come out of this alive. There was no way. Them against the world? Well, maybe there were more still out there. She was dreaming again though, she supposed. There was no way.

Skarr looked back to the paper, saying, "I was just writing a last letter to anyone else who may be out there."

"I don't think anyone is left," Ghastly remarked.

Skarr looked out the window, saying, "Look at the bright side; at least the world has fallen to us."

"Yeah, but we didn't want to take over like this," Ghastly stated, gesturing out the window. "Immortals, how did we get here?" How indeed?

It was really something how the world had gone to Hades in a hand-basket over such a short time span. Well, if you could really call the situation Hades, per say. One thing was a guarantee, you'd never see infected like this in any horror, zombie, or thriller movie. It was just too weird. They heard moaning and scratching at the walls. They gasped, scrambling into a corner and huddling together fearfully, holding their breath. Soon enough the scratching stopped. They let out their air, and clung tightly to each other. This was so, so bad. How on Earth had they gotten here like this? Actually, they knew full well how…