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Apricot
Lizard's Mommy Zellony ♥
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02-29-2012, 04:30 PM
Survivalism 101
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In 2102, the world has changed for what humans deemed the better. The oceans and air were no longer polluted, the forest cleaned and wildlife flourishing. Decades of determined governments and evolving technology, and the earth finally was returned to a healthy state.
What with the clean environment, people assumed that their health would improve, as well. ‘No more smog, meant no more cancer, right?’ They thought naively, until the diseases of old began to crop up out of nowhere, and inflect the unfortunate populace. Initially it wasn’t too bad. The sick would go to the hospitals and pharmacies; pick up a few over-counter medicines, and then go home for rest. But, then, the first person died—and then the second, the fifteen—until soon, doctors realized that the old cures of the 21st century weren’t working anymore… that they were no more effective than telling someone to use gasoline to put a fire out.
Panic seized the world, as people realized that all were vulnerable—rich or poor; anyone could get sick, and anyone could die. Despite the new, fully-automated technologies of the new century, people were dying at alarming rates from ailments like Whooping Cough and Small Pox, and the doctors didn’t know why.
All they could supply to the worried masses; was that the viruses mutated over time and that cures would have to adapt to compensate for the change. When the death toll in South America climbed to hundreds of thousands, old tension between the major countries became new and very much apparent, and almost stopped the creation of the cure.
As fate would have it, on the 1st anniversary of the first death to the mutated strain of Polio, the United States had finished their strain of the cure. Eager to get the treatment out on the world-market, the US was prepared to bypass their own Food and Drug laws so that they could start distributing the anti-virus.
Despite warnings from the scientist that had constructed the cure, (‘it’s too unstable; we still need to do more testing.’) it was sent out across the world, to the highest bidders, in large quantities. As hospitals all over the world stocked their shelves with the miracle cure—‘Eskban’, named after the head-scientist in-charge of creating it—and patients; young, old, sick or healthy, filled the chairs of the waiting rooms, and laid in the beds of the ICU, it seemed that, for a moment, everything was going to return to normal. If not normal; atleast it was going to be better than before. Again, people were wrong. Eskban didn’t work, initially.
The sick still died from the ailment they contracted, and all Eskban did was slow down the dying process. Scientist, including Dr. Robert Eskban, were immediately blamed—for everything, actually—and all of the major Countries that had bought the cure from US were threatening that, if they did not get a working anti-virus soon; they would invade North America; and seize all documents and ingredients relating to the Eskban cure. Worried of the prospect of being annexed, and then possibly destroyed, the US government had Dr. Eskban, and his team, revise the cure.
‘Compound Z’, the new anti-virus, was more unstable than the first prototype, and the good doctor warned the US’ high-powers not to try and sell it—atleast, not until they tested it out on something more than animals. Not willing to risk infecting the majority of the population with ‘Compound Z’ in case it didn’t work, the anti-virus was implanted in quarantined cities across the country.
The new cure was given to the inhabitants of the cities through the water supply, for maximum exposure to it. A week passed, and when the officials overseeing the isolated zones reported no deaths; in fact, people seemed to be getting better, despite Dr. Eskban’s on-going complaints, ‘Compound Z’ was sent out—this time, free of charge. After a while passed, and with constant uses of ‘Compound Z’, the sick got well, and the healthy were armed with a sense of comfort, after they had been inoculated. Two years after the first mutated disease death, the world returned to normal; and some years after that, it was as if it never happened.
Parents took their kids to school, and went to work. Teenagers loitered at malls, and were chased off Golf courses. Girls gossiped and boys kissed and told. With the exception of the annual memorials; the major news channels were back to covering the usual stories about the stock market and belligerent celebrities lashing out at paparazzi, completely ignorant of the tragedy that had just recently befallen the world.
The news reports would soon change from an intoxicated college-student rescuing a kitten from the subway, after they caught word of the grizzly attack that took place on September 19th, 2112.
From the many eye-witness accounts; on that chilly fall afternoon, during the rush-hour, a driver was attacked and mauled by a crazed man.
It started out simple enough. Most of the drivers took the attacker for a drifter, and paid him no mind, as he ambled down the highway; but, when he collapsed and had what most thought was a seizure, the victim, a 24 year old nurse, (Tom Walton) went to his aid.
The man, who upon closer expectation, was severely wounded, attacked the 24 year old. Biting him on the neck; tearing out a significant amount of flesh. The bite killed Walton almost instantly. Not stopping there, the man continued to feed upon Walton, and when the other drivers intervened, they were clawed at and spat upon; the fluid from the man’s mouth looked and burned like nothing seen or felt by human-beings.
... And before they knew it, everything went wrong. And this time, it would take more than a miracle cure to fix it..
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