balacaliss Posted September 2, 2014 Share Posted September 2, 2014 7 Days to Die Much of the following story was inspired by the game 7 Days to Die which has been in Alpha 9.1 for about a week. I wanted to give the game world a little bit of a back story as well as potential plot. I make references to items and buildings that are not found within the game. Some are suggestions to be added into the game, others are for story-telling purposes. I’ve also referenced certain items, concepts, and names of locations currently in the game. This sarcastically pokes fun at these as well as pays homage to them. I truly enjoy what The Fun Pimps are building and I look forward to many good things from them. I am not a professional writer and neither is the character telling the story. With all that said, I hope you enjoy my 7 Days to Die short story. (Sorry for the formatting, I copied this straight from Word.) Prolog These pages were written 30 years ago, shortly after the “Beginning of the End.” Hope was scarce. Resources were even scarcer. Today, although we do not have the same luxuries our ancestors had, we enjoy comfortable lives thanks to the bravery of the men and women depicted in this story. Even after 30 years, copies of this story are still shared among our citizens. Many legends have surfaced as to how these pages came to us. Some say it was delivered by a very determined zombie. Other say the man who wrote these pages hand delivered them to President Daniels himself. Still others say they were recovered in the rubble of an old hospital. Because the identity of the author was never disclosed, he may still live among us, living out his life here in New Haven. While not a jewel in literary history, having this first-hand account of mission that changed everything is an amazing treasure for us. Day 1 I found this paper in a desk today. It’s late and I should be sleeping, but if you could hear the scratching and moaning outside, you wouldn’t be able to sleep either. It has been a long day and if I don’t make it through the night, I should at least leave some sort of record of what I’ve done. Maybe another will come along one day. If so, I hope these pages will help him or her avoid the mistakes I’ve made today. I suppose I should start at the beginning… the very beginning. If nobody documents history, it will be lost forever and people need to know what happened. It was once said that if the past is ignored, then it is destined to be repeated. This is one catastrophe that, if the human race pulls through, I hope it never has to repeat. I remember seeing the first news reports. I wouldn’t call myself a conspiracy theorist, but I’ve always mentally prepared for the worst. News of an Ebola outbreak, a standoff with another nuclear world power, or even the next flu strain would send me through several “what if” scenarios in my head. I always tried to picture what it would be like if the situation got wildly out of hand. This is what saved my life. I was prepared for what was to come. It was a breakthrough of epic proportions. A “new” medical company, NewGen had found a way to prolong life indefinitely. I say new because I had never heard of it, but it was probably a subsidiary of some large mega corporation. Anyway, from what I understand, the discovery involved injecting RNA into healthy cells which caused them to become stem cells. I’m sorry… I have to remember that by the time anyone reads this, RNA and stem cells will have probably been forgotten… Anyway, these cells would rejuvenate the body and basically reverse aging. By being able to create stem cells in a living host rather than harvesting and implanting them into a person’s body was a great accomplishment. It would make stem cell treatment cheaper and more available to the general public. Due to special interest groups, probably most notably, AARP, it was rapidly pushed through government red tape and safety protocols. Human trials started after only 8 months. Unfortunately, or for me anyways very fortunately, only the super wealthy could afford the first few treatments. I was only 32 at the time, so I was in no hurry to get in line, but the thought of being young forever really excited me. Now I’m 34 and thankful I was not a privileged son. All over the world these injections were given to the top bidders and famous athletes. No longer would a Yankee pitcher be benched for a year while he was recovering from rotator cuff surgery. Healing times, in theory, would be only fractions of what they used to be. I used to pitch a little in high school but it was murder on the shoulder. If this treatment had been around when I was a kid, I’d probably be pitching in the Major Leagues myself… assuming it had worked as expected. Wow, I am really getting off topic. Haha! At least you can tell I’m not a professional writer or anything. I was actually nobody before all this. Sure I had a job, but it wasn’t like I was the best in my field or in some career that would have prepared me for what I’ve faced today. Anyway, back to the story… It was just under a year when all the trouble started. It was kept quiet at first. Elite socialites, movie stars, and of course my professional sports players all started having mental breakdowns. Many of the reports said the symptoms started like depression. They would be quiet and keep to themselves. They wouldn’t have the energy or motivation to do anything. But then out of nowhere, they would just start attacking people in a fit of rage. They even bit people. At this point, I thought, here comes the zombie apocalypse. Yeah, I called it! Not something to be proud of really… By this time, hundreds of thousands had already received these injections. The company was so confident in their product, that they offered a 200-year loan so more people could afford to get it. There were too many people to track down and quarantine. They were spread from one side of the globe to the other. And what’s worse, before symptoms began to show, they were already infecting others through bodily fluids. Yes, spouses, dentists, physical trainers, or anyone that came in contact with “the infected” (which is what we began to call them) were in fact contracting the disease as well. Before long, symptoms were appearing in millions of people. This was not made public, but the first few of the infected were showing very strange changes. Their minds were already gone, but their bodies had begun rejecting their own organs. Eventually, “death” occurred. It was later explained to me that the bodies weren’t really dead. They were dormant. The heart stopped and the brain had no activity. On a cellular level, the RNA… let’s just call it a virus because that is how it was delivered originally… was adapting the body to exist without the need for oxygen. It was also adapting it to survive prolonged periods of time without food and water. This is the price paid for immortality. And here I thought it was $2.5 million. The cellular growth was astounding. After only a week, activity in the brain began to ignite and the “dead” began to rise. Again, this was withheld from the public, but rumors travelled. There were the skeptics that denied the existence of the walking dead and the delusional that believe that these people can be cured. Meanwhile the U.S. government and many others had begun passing laws to require mandatory blood testing for the infection. Despite the scrambling for tests and more health volunteers to address the crisis, it was too late. It wasn’t long before authorization was given to evacuate cities so they could be cleansed. The U.S. elected to use fuel air bombs and the M.O.A.B. to level cities. Russia and China elected to go nuclear. We are still dealing with the fallout from that decision over here on the other side of the world. So if you are ever wondering why some parts of the ground glows at night, you have your answer. Despite cities being leveled, the infected continued to ravage the world. In a last-ditch effort to maintain order, the government issued a broadcast across all radio stations, TV channels, and mobile phones for survivors to meet at evacuation points. From there, they would be tested, and if they were not infected, they would be shuttled to a safe zone. Where in the world would be safe from a zombie infestation you may ask? Well, chances are you came from there. The massive naval fleet that once patrolled the oceans now house tens of thousands of survivors. Conditions are cramped, unsanitary, and tense. It was a quick but temporary solution. A fleet that size requires an immense infrastructure to maintain. Thank God for offshore drilling. But that was only part of the problem. Food, fresh water, and medical supplies were rationed so they could stretch out and last for a few months. While we civilians lived in squalor, the military had their own problems. They were sending out teams to clean out infected areas, gather supplies, and scout out for a more permanent home. Needless to say, they were stretched very thin. Many teams came back unsuccessful, but more concerning is that several never came back at all. The military began to ask civilians for volunteers to run dangerous missions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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