Death NOTE: this book is fiction
CHAPTER 1: The Begining
It all started three years ago, before the outbreak started. I had a family then. A son, a wife, and a dog. But then it all changed, on that unfortunate day. The day everyone died...
It was a normal day, like any other. My son was playing with my dog, my wife was watching television, and I was laying in bed, thinking about going to work. I wandered into a deep sleep. And I had a strange dream. It was about death. The streets were on fire, people were burning, and then everything turned black. Then I saw a face. It was a girl, about my age. She was beautiful. She had the eyes of an angel, and the face of a goddess. She seemed sad though, then I saw something dying in her hands... It was me...
I woke up to my dog licking my face. I shoved him off and got up. I looked at my clock, it was 10:00. I have to be at work at 10:30 or my boss will yell at me again. I put on some normal clothes and grabbed my labcoat, and headed to the criogenisist lab. The building may only be a few blocks away, but in Missouri it seemed like miles. I finally got there, and the building was being blocked off. I asked a polieceman what was going on, he said the building was being quarantined. I asked why, but he wouldn't tell me.
I turned around to head home. I figured that ment that we get the day off, and that there was a mix-up with one of the chemicals on what my collegues were working on. A highly-toxic experiment involving reprudicing dead cells from people and animals. But I was wrong. I heard a crash. I turned around to see what it was. A person was falling from the top floor of the twenty story building. The body hit the ground with exceedingly hard force. The policeman went up to the body. Then, it happened. The person stood up, and started eating him, like some sort of cannibal except mindless and without pain. Another Police officer tried to get the cannibal off the person, but then he started eating him! It was gruesome. Then, the front doors broke, sending an endless wave of people out. They started eating people, and I started to run.
I ran home first, there was no one there, i assumed that my wife already took my son to school, and my dog must have gone with them. I took the shotgun out of my closet, in case the neighbors get angry, but i guess i will have to be using it after all. I went to the school first. I took the car, because i figured it would be at least be a little faster than running. I arrived at the school too late, everybody was dead, blood everywhere, and people in shreds.
I drove to where my wife worked, a hospitol, it was even worse there, i figured that whatever infected the people at the criogenisit lab has gone airbourne and infected the patients and the bodies in the hospitol.
I told myself that this was all a dream, I told myself that this is irrational and couldn't possibly happen. But this was real, and it was staring me in the face like a grudge. God was not smiling down upon humanity on this dreaded day. The day everybody died.
CHAPTER 2: The Village In The Corner Of Your Eye
They were multiplying, everywhere I looked, more and more of them kept appearing as if Satin had put them there. But I kept driving, first out of the city, then out of the state. I stopped at a small village that appeared abandoned. It wasn't much, just a small general store, a few really old houses, and a small cottage at the end of the dead end road.
I checked the general store for all food, water, and amunition. Nothing, not even the 18th century well was working. It was stone dry and dead, just like the rest of the world.
Next I went to the cottage, it looked like it had been searched before, but like by pirates or something. I knew that was inpossible because we were in the middle of a desert. But I proceeded with caution. It wasn't much, or what was left of it. It had white paint that needed redone, shingles that were missing and ascew, a shed that was completely made of metal, and a little outhouse... I didn't bother with the outhouse...
I broke down the door to the house. Nothing. I went into the main living area, there was nothing, just an old piano and a rug stained with old wine or something. I moved into the kitchen, nobody. I opened the pantery, I found a box of crackers and shotgun shells. I took what I could get and left. Through the rest of the house it was the same, nothing, nothing, and more nothing. The only real gain was the shotgun shells.
Then it was time to check the shed, I thought there would at least be a few planks and nails to barricade the house so I can sleep. I went outside to the shed, and apparently while I was searching the house, a sandstorm brew up. I went for the shed anyway, I figured the worst that could happen is a snake could jump out at me. The shed started to shake, it might just be the wind, thats what I thought in my head. It was locked with chains, but i opened the sturdy lock with the butt of the shotgun. And I slowly opened the door. It must have been waiting for me because I didn't even hear it.
It jumped for me, but I managed to dodge it. Then I saw what it is, it was a wolf, and one that has gone cannibalistic. It jumped for me again, but this time I was ready, and I hit it on the jaw with the butt of my shotgun. I appeared to have broke its jaw, but it got up and attacked me again, this time I hit its neck, and broke it. But.. it got back up and jumped for me again. I was so frightened I forgot about the sandstorm. The sandstorm started brewing so hard I could not see 2 feet in front of me. Thats when things got duifficult, I had to get back inside. I tried to get inside as fast as i could without being swept away by the sandstorm. I got inside, but the wolf was not so lucky, he got swept away right before entering the house.
Nothing could get through that sandstorm, human or not. So I decided just to lock the windows and doors before going to bed in the basement. I choose the basement because nothing could really get me there, the sandstorm or the monsters. Right before drifting off into a sleep, I thought I saw her again..
CHAPTER 3: An Old Friend
Morning. The sandstorm has died, and I have rested my share, I guess it is time to head out. I stepped outside, there was nothing, except sand. The general store that i had only walked in only yesterday was completely gone, the houses are almost buried completely, and the cottage I stayed in is halfway gone. I looked for my car, it had either been swept away by the sandstorm or buried by the sand. Then I saw him, it was my dog. I almost cried at the sight of him limping on three legs. He must have hid in the janitors closet until all the canobols were gone and snuck out without anyone or anything noticeing. Smart dog. I picked him up, and I started to walk. I walked about three miles with my dog on my shoulder and realized this was inpossible and that I couldn't possibily get to the next town over on foot.
Then I saw a car coming from the direction I came from. It was suprisingly unfimiliar to see a car all the way out here. I asked for a ride, he wasn't trying to kill me, so I guessed that he wasn't canabolistic. I got in the truck, it was suprisingly homey, almost like I had been in the truck too many times. We started for the next town over, after we bandaged my dog.
As we went along, I saw the canibols start to mutate. Like the sins in peoples hearts and souls, sticking to you and not letting you go for a second. God had obviously damned this earth, and all its inhabitants.
LATER