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PANIC: CHAPTER ONE, page one.

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Rain. The heavy flow of it was enough to make it near impossible to get out the door. Like it mattered. Everyone was dead. Well not everyone. The ones who were dead came back to life, and tried to eat  the flesh of the few living people. And on this street, in one white house with baracaded windows(not doors-- it'd be impossible for a zombie to break through the second door unless they were.. Special) there were 3 people. They knew where they were going. The glowing eyes of the zombies glared hungrily at them. They waited at every window(those zombies were insanely smart, but they weren't fast enough to dodge a bullet, let alone stay out of the way. 

Natten glared back at the zombies, through the slits of the baracade. The zombies backed away from the window, in what seemed like fear. But when Orestes stepped in, the zombies were back up at the window, glaring hungrily at her. That was something she didn't understand. She shook her head, and backed up.   The room they were in was pretty big(it contained two couches.) Quesne( which is pronounced CAYN) sat on couch opposite the one Natten and Orestes were sitting on. The couch the twins ( well they weren't twins, because they weren't related) were sitting in was dark brown. There was a considerable amount of space from the window and the first couch. Which was good, because there was a very good chance that Orestes would  be grabbed at.
And yet this whole mess had been caused by a nearby military facility, of which these three were recruits of.
This facility had created a soldier preformance chip (or SPC) to shorten it down. The chip was inserted into the brain of recruits who volunteered. After months of monitoring the recruits with the SPC, the Recruits endured another lengthy surgery to add a special box thing. This enhanced strength and speed (and extra stuff that is to be explained) a week or so of the new addition, the box would extend special cords through the brain spinal cord and muscles(non-fatally).  But this was only if the box found its willing host capable. The real fun started when the signal from the box had been confused by a new satellite's.  The box was insanely sensitive to changes(increases, specifically) in signals. The actual chip (which connected to the box) would overload, then explode. This happened on a scale of hundreds. The people who created this claimed that if a person with a chip died, the chip would start their brain again. Which of course it did, but wiped out every memory, emotion and vital thing exept for the need to feed. A person with the chip could bite a person with out one and create a zombie.
The chain of behaviours after the chip exploded ( and a couple hours before the person ACTUALLY died and then came back) was known as CPS (chip performance syndrome). Acting crazy, eyes changing colors and bleeding were only a few syndromes that the recruits recognized.
Guhh. I hope I haven't pissed any of you off with my excessive enter button pressing and commaing. Yes I know commaing isn't a word. ;^; but I'm sorry none the less. XD;;
this is still unfinished business. ;^;
And excuse my nonsense and wild imagination. But it makes sense, doesn't it? 8D;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; ;) yeah prolly not. But WHATEVER!
Haha.
Lawl, the zombies are scared of Natten. They pretend Quesne (pronounced cayn) doesn't exist, and they want to eat Orestes. Don't worry, there are more survivors, and possibly some boss like peoples ( resident evil inspires me to do some crazy things) and some fucked up zombie sabotaging.

<size=1>If you like this,watch me for more chapters and more art! Cuz you know that would really help the cause.</size>


Natten is gonna be nice for now. And by for now, I mean this chapter. Which will be long.

I'm writing a story first cos it'll help me out with the comic later. If you like, you'll favorite, yes? 8D;;;;;;;;

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