Infected Update

Infected has spawned a trilogy-ish thing in my mind :) There will be two casts of characters, the past and the present. I've got a really good feeling about this story and am really excited to be writing it. I would like to thank everyone for reading my first attempt and giving me feedback, which helped me to improve my writing skills and techniques.

The first story will be tittled Infected: Corruption. This will be the past story, and will be a prequel, if you can call it that, to the main story. In case you're wondering what the "corruption" is all about, well, that's the story. But just who will become "corrupted"? A big surprise is in store :)

Anyways, I've been working on the prologue, which is not even half done :(, and this is the result of some thinking and writing at 3 in the morning:



Prologue

“My name is David Chambers,” the man typed on the computer screen.

The low humming of the hard drive mingled with the raindrops to create a subtle melody to accompany his typing. The man leaned forward in his chair, bad posture from bad habit. His thick framed glasses reflected the light of the computer screen onto itself. His hair was gray and balding, while his frail-looking fingers moved with the vigor of years past.

“I am a former CIA agent, 63, male.”

The room was dim lit and ill-kept. Cigarettes littered the floor, amongst leftover pizza, overdue rental videos, and other forgotten things. The wind hissed through the cracks in the window.

“The war to end all wars,” he typed, “Was only the beginning.”

The man paused for a moment, allowing his memory to guide him. Oddly enough, his first thought was of that day. He remembered her smile, her laughter, her kiss. He remembered the grass swaying gently in a cool, summer breeze. He remembered how the clouds had disappeared just for them, leaving a clear blue sky for them to bask in the sunlight. And then...blood. Nothing but blood...

“It was known as ‘The End’, an apocalyptic nightmare that took us to the depths of Hell itself. No nation was spared of devastation, the nuclear holocaust reached the very ends of the Earth, and almost brought an end to the world.”

He paused again, his fingers lingered on the keyboard. Could he really type this? Could he really put to ink the grim past they had all forgotten? Yes, he decided long ago, he had to, it was his sworn duty to record every single word of history, no matter what.

“But somehow, we survived. An experimental project, called Guardian, had been developed amidst all the bloodshed. It was untested, but humanity’s last hope for survival. The superpowers of the world all had a Guardian, the plans had been leaked somehow. Before the missiles hit here, the former United States of America, the president and several other prominent figures were escorted into and sealed within the Guardian. I was amongst the chosen few, along with several of my fellow CIA agents. Our information would be important in the Reconstruction years.”

He stopped again, resting his hands on his desk. The explosions flooded his mind as he broke out in sweat.



Yes I changed his last name from Bowen to Chambers. I didn't like the way his name sounded lol. Well, let me know what you think, and thanks in advance.