Death seems to have come swiftly, though I suffered. Now I walk down lonely corridors. Corridors as dark as a winters night. Sometimes I hear voices, some close others infinitely far away. All sad and desperate. No!!.. No!! It cant be one particular voice would say and burst into tears. The tears were sad enough to almost make me cry. Yet I hold myself together and make an entry in my journal, in this after life.
Death,

I know not how long I have been hear or why. Death is not what I expected it to be. Its just an endless dark hallway with seemingly infinite locked doorways. Maybe some day I will make it to the end. The voices are strange they follow me every where I go. They are familiar yet there tone is not. Time I got under way aging, maybe I am doomed to wander this dark place for ever, maybe this is hell and the pain and agony isnt hot fire and sharp objects but boredom.

I looked over my entry and continued on wards. The hall was still boring and showed no sign of getting exciting. One foot in front of the other thats all I could do. The uniform floor hitting my feet. Then all of a sudden my feet missed the floor and I fell out the ceiling, or at least I think it was the ceiling. The laws of physics seems to not apply hear. The voices had stopped. I just kept falling in what ever direction it decided to go up down side to side. I couldnt tell the difference. After what must have been a few hours of this I began to slow down. Slowly drifting towards a office, this must be hell, I thought to myself, only they would have a cubical in the after life. I landed in a chair; it was an empty room only the chair and me in it. The door opened and what looked like an angel except for the black hair and wings. He wore a cuirass of some dark metal with a dark red cape going from the back bottom of it to the floor. He wore no visible weapon though witch would have completed the appearance.
Jones come Come Walk with me. The voice held no malice in it so I fallowed. Before we get too far let me clarify a few things for you. I am Lucifer, you are dead. There every thing that was going through your head should be cleared up now. He said all this vary frankly as if he was talking to an old friend, but Im dead so why should it matter.

Epilogue

In the following years the rest of Joness teem chased the people who stole the type E virus, but at the start of world war 3 they were forced to stop and now it is a world wide plague that has been the death of many more than can be counted. People now have to fight each other as well as the zombies the virus created. The story will continue in Bleeding Hearts II The Gates of Haven and Hell.

( the next post is the whole story. let me know what you think)

March 23, 2026

We are trapped in this building now; there is no hope of escape. We can only hope we are rescued on time. The others, they think we will make it, I however disagree. I think we are done for.
We are now confined to the top floor, these things are trying to break down the door, it looks sturdy, but I know it will not hold. We are preparing for a last stand. This will probably be my last entry ever, for we are almost out of ammo and only I have a knife and it is only a four inch blade.
* * * *
Jones stood looking at that last entry, it disturbed him. He knew why, it wasnt a mystery. He and his troop of ten elite clean up crew if you will, they were not solders. There job was to clean up the mess that the type E virus caused. Most of the time they just got false alarms and so there schedules usually lasted only a week. As soon as he had entered the city he knew this was going to be different. The town had been empty. This diary page, the only page found had confirmed that this was not going to be just another false alarm, this was the real thing.
He just stood there now, as if in a trance, now that they had the real thing on there hands he wasnt entirely sure on how to proceed.
Sir, said one of the ten behind him, he was betting it was Sergeant Viennese who spoke. Shouldnt we inform head quarters of this? Upon turning Jones found it was in fact Privet Sarah who had spoken, it always amazed him how much they sounded alike, they booth however looked almost completely different. Sarah had an easy going, always just out of collage look to her to go along with the fact that she was a red head. Viennese, though half Vietnamese was taller then Sarah, her father was from somewhere in Europe that is all she would say about him.
That was a thought that was going through Joness head; shouldnt they inform head quarters? No not on this one they shouldnt. Or else he and all his crew would be held responsible for how bad things got hear.
It was a decision he would latter regret.

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It is inherent for people to make mistakes,
After all there only human, or are they?
Carol 2019 thoughts on human genetic engineering

Seven years earlier.


The Rain pattered down on the glass of the car windshield, that was typical Washington weather, I thought to my self. The rain didnt cease until he got all the way to the Seattle Tacoma international air port (or SeaTac), where it subsequently stopped. I was already disgruntled by the remarkable stupidity of drivers on I5. Now I waited at the baggage claim for Professor Carol to arrive from DC, where he had been giving a lecture on Human Genetic Engineering. I my self didnt care for the matter, Let them do what they want as long as they dont do it to me. Thats what I say! But whats the use really? Every normal person knows it is going to happen any way, technology is constantly being improved on, a grate example is the hydrogen fuel cell cars. A few years ago when I was still in collage almost no one had any, now they are the only type besides electric and hybrids out there. When they first became a big bang no one really though about the consequences it would have on the environment, in Washington State it now rains all most contently, yet it never snows, same goes four booth sides of the Cascades.
The baggage started to arrive along with people from his fight, though I still couldnt see him. I knew him from collage he was a friend of a friend who I only met maybe four times a month, he wasnt boring or anything it was just that we had no real connection, we had booth sinned up for several different classes, and well things kind of continued on like that for the whole six years I was there.

Carol arrived a little bit after every one else had, that was one thing you could always count on Carol for, being late. I though bitterly, for I was in a worse mood then before. My job was to take Carol to the lab where they are making some kind of new antivirus that is more or less based of gangrene, thats all I know.
We left the way I had arrived, allowing me to marvel yet again at the stupidity of the drivers on I5. I could have sworn that two gigantic RVs where drag racing at speeds of up to 85 mph. (The speed limit of course being about 60 so everyone is going around 70 mph.) There must be a safer or faster way to the lab. I thought, almost speaking it aloud. As if to reflect my disgruntled mood we encountered a thunder storm, it was a particularly violent one. Thunder would come in defining booms, the wind, I saw, was nearly bending the trees to the ground, then all at once the hail started, first it was small but it grew steadily larger until it was the size of marbles. After a little bit more of this we reached the lab, it was still raining, but it was calming down a bit. So we walked in. well actually we walked in after we made it through all the security and cleaning rooms to get any and all contaminants off of us.

Once inside things began to settle down. I showed Carol to the laboratory room 1004 where he was to work. One of the other doctors approached me as I left.
Jones, can I have a word with you. It was stated rather then asked. I was a little curious about what he wanted having never seen him before. I want you to take with you for a few days or weeks, depends on how long it takes. One of our new security recruits recently arrived from Europe. She had an accident there and is, shall we say, had severe surgery.
Just what kind of surgery? I said it a little more harshly then intended, but I couldnt help my self. The way he called us security personnel recruits bugged me, it made it feel like we were supposed to be in an army, or something.
She is a cyborg, her whole left arm is machine and she has had the rest of her left side replaced with organs donated from local.
A cyborg? That was something that rarely happened to a security guard, it usually happened to solders or gangsters, but not to a security guard. Ummm. Okay I guess I could show her the ropes, so to speak.
NO! We want you to renter her into society to see if they can tell the difference between a regular person and her.
What do you got against cyborgs?! There just like you and me! And NO! I will not use any person as a human Guinea Pig!

April 14, 2019,

I have been asked to take Viennese and show her around. She seems to be getting along well with all the others. The only real difficulty we have encountered with her is that when ever she tries to talk to us when we arent looking directly at her she sounds just like Sarah. I and the other boys have had a few laughs from this.
******
Two Years latter

Jones. A voice called from behind me, I recognized it immediately as my new boss Corey. I my superiors have decided to make you and your personnel our, sort of special opps, you see, recently we discovered that the project to create the antivirus E, has failed horribly, those tested started to rot slowly and there body repair systems went into overdrive, and as if this wasnt enough they started to eat everything that had meat and blood.
So what dose that have to do with my change in jobs?
It has been stolen, thats what. We want you to find it and if needed clean it up.
And how exactly do I clean it up? I said just a little sarcastically, he didnt notice, sweat was beginning to break out on his forehead.
If worst comes to worst then, kill all infected. There will be a large number of them mind you. The virus infects all mammals, dont get it in your blood or in a week you will have it to. Without another word he left. So now I am a clean up crew for a particularly nasty virus, I though to my self bitterly.

The next morning we received a lead that it was in LA, we left for there. I was to meet my hole teem at one of the Best Western hotels. We met as planed in the lobby then headed to our room on the fifth floor. The room was actually two rooms that had a door open between them, but the effect was the same as having a big room. Sarah, Viennese, and Kasoa all got the same room wile I and the other guys (including my friend Kane) got the other.
The next morning we sent out to see if the lead was any good, as it turned out it wasnt. Over the next few days and weeks we followed leads all over the place, from Australia to DC, we eventually made it back to Washington state. We went up to a small town in the north western part of Washington. The first thing we noticed was that the place was empty. It had now been five years since we were first assigned to be clean up crew. By now we were down to a total of ten of us. We lost most of our crew to car accidents, shoot outs, and riots in various places.
The wind was begging to pick up. Kane noticed some blood on the side walk, shortly fallowed by and arm. Rats were chewing on the arm, some had red eyes. Something was most definitely wrong with the town.
Ah fuck Whispered Josh. We all knew what he meant.
We went into the first building we found, it just happened to be a nine story building. On the top we found the journal entry.
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Religious fanatics can be useful at times,
They can bring people to gods justice,
Right?
Terik of the light 2025

The Watching


He watched them leave with milled interest, he had more then food on his mind, or else he would have attacked them right then and there. No he wanted to know if they knew a cure for what had been done to him. It was like a voice in the back of his head, a voice he couldnt silence, a voice that made him crave meat and blood. He knew he was slowly rotting away, like so many others had before him. He began to walk away, well no so much walk as limb away, his left leg was slowly turning into jelly, in a month or so he would also.
I bring you to light! he heard someone proclaim before his head was blown off by a twelve gauge shot gun. The last though that ever crossed his mind before it panted the walls was, OH SHIT! ITS THE PREACHER!!

The preacher look at the mess, Another evil doer brought to gods justice. He said with a smile, the shot was still echoing around the buildings, he would camp hear for when the others come to claim the dead.
As the shot continued to reverberate off all the walls Jones and his teem heard it too. Sounds like a twelve gauge to me. said Kane, Jones trusted his judgment.
I think the city is more alive then we originally thought, what do think Jones? Carol commented.
Jones didnt think much about the city, something about the journal entry was bugging him and he couldnt quite figure out what it was. Sir? it was Viennese.
Hm? Jones said, some what at a loss as to the conversation taking place wale he thought. Oh, yes I agree the city is a bit more a live.. Hey did anything about that journal entry we found bug any of you?
What, apart from the gory detail? Maybe that it was the only paged we found, but other then that no not really. Why? Sarah was the one who responded.
Never mind. Jones replied trying desperately trying to push it aside, but it was like a cow and wouldnt budge when you pushed it, it only fell over. They continued inspecting the city. There were no other body parts they found anywhere.
As they approached the inner part of the city they started hearing someone call out, Ah, I see the Angles have finally arrived, Greetings! And welcome to hells out house! Jones and his teem started almost immediately to search for the source of the phantom voice, yet it persisted. Come my friends, you are getting close now!
Stop! ordered Kane, who walked over to one of the sheds in the back yard of a house in the neighborhood they had wandered into. He came out with a maul strapped to his back and handed a different weapon to each member of the teem. Sarah got a machete, I got a Katana, Viennese got a hatchet, and the weapons continued on like that until all ten of us had a weapon that didnt require ammo. From behind us we heard something being dragged; we turned and found our first victim of the type E virus.

He looked up, not quite able to focus on the people he was facing. They werent supposed to be hear. He would have to let the others know the preacher was leading them somewhere. He turned and began to lurch away, fighting the urge the infection gave him to turn around and tear them to pieces. He managed to take two steps with his limping right leg, before it gave out collapsing in a pile of gue. Kane was the fastest to react to the victim by spreading his brains all across the pavement.
Rule one, Kane said, always react to these things fast, even if they turn around. Most of us couldnt see the harm in letting them leave us alone, but Kane obviously did. Do not let them report our position to others, though infected they are still human by nature and will conspire to get the most out of a prey.
Why do my children delay? Soon night will be upon us, you must find shelter! the mysterious voice continued.
I wish he would just shut up for a little bit Davis muttered bitterly under his breath.. Shelter; that reminded Jones of the diary entry, what was it that was so disturbing about it? He kept thinking to himself, until suddenly it hit him like a pillow rapped around an angry Rhino. The date was wrong, in fact it was several years and a month wrong. When he told this to his other colleagues they thought nothing of it, despite its importance. The headed for a near by house and found it to be empty. Now was the time Jones decided to call in the problem.

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I like fire, do you like fire?
Course you do. We all do.
Scorch 2025


The flames licked the dry wood sending searing flames up the side of the wall. The smell of burning wood and flesh stung pleasantly at my nose. Those poor souls who got infected shall feel no more pain. Thats what I though to my self to ease my guilt for ending so many lives. Funny thing about ending lives, if you end only one it haunts you for all eternity, you end about fifty, and you barely care. I am Scorch, or at least thats my nickname. Few remember my real name, no point in reminding them either. If I was a character in Fahrenheit 451 I would be known as a fire man, except I burn infected buildings not books.
There was a barking sound to my right, when I turned there was a dog, I wouldnt put anything close to that dog, its red eyes gave it away as being infected. The dog continued to bark and slowly move forwards, I did not see the other one until it bit the back of my leg. I had had enough of this. With my finger on the trigger I burned them booth to ashes and dust.
Dam. I said under my breath, one week to get as much as I can done, there is no known cure. So I called up Joneses teem. Hey guys, Scorch is coming.
Why the hell did they send you? it was probably Carol talking, that in its self was unusual. There were gunshots in the background, I could hear it over the static.
Where are you guys? Sounds like your in a fight.
We are in a house about five houses in from the entrance to the Golden year neighbor hood.
Right al be right over, over and out. So that was it all I had to do was make it over there in time, get us out and the place is glass. Easier said then done.

The sky was growing dark, I knew it was my fault for burning all toughs buildings and blocking out the setting sun in a dark cloud of ash. It reminded me of a poem I read a few years ago.

The sky is darkening,
All is quiet,
Shadows crawl as assassins in the night,
Death climes all,
In a nightly calm slumber.

Till death do us part,
Are the wedding vows,
Worthless yet they are.

A sound fills the dead night,
Rising until it becomes a screech,
Agony is in that last gasp of death,
The shadows move away to reveal,
A lifeless, soulless shell,
Cursed to forever wander the earth,
In search of its maker.

Harry Bechtold 2005

I never really got that poem, though I was feeling its meaning now, quiet dark streets filled with infected people who Midas well be Zombies.
Five more minutes and the sun goes down. I heard a gun shot off to my right, sounded like a twelve gauge shotgun; I decided to go and investigate.
I bring light into your dark world of hell! declared the one with a shotgun, he was busy shooting a at least forty infected people. Darkness awakened in your soul, and he shot another two, now I send you to Gods judgment. He continued to kill them. I finally decided to help out and torched the remaining ones before pulling out my pistol and shooting them down. Strange, I thought, they dont feel any pain when torched. we hadnt gotten them all yet but he showed his friendship by not shooting me instead he just said, Ah! Another believer I see! Welcome friend.
I wasnt about to argue that I didnt have a religion, more were coming as the sun went down. This was going to take awhile.

My knife was my only weapon now, I was out of ammo. The sun had gone down not twenty minutes ago. They just kept coming more and more. We had had to run, ours and there blood drying up on us like a shell. We decided to go to the western outskirts and wait out the night there. If we survived this there would be hell to pay at HQ. I thought angrily to my self, I f they were out hear them selfs they would not complain much.
Another one charged me, I took my knife to its mouth first so it couldnt bite me, and with my other arm I pushed it aside. We were almost there; I could almost smell rest and peace. I should have clarified that. One of the things jumped on my back and tried to bring me down, I tossed him off me. All the action was beginning to have an effect on me though, I was getting tired. We finally reached our building he designated from the original fight when we saw something gigantic. Its silhouette was larger then any thing I have ever seen. It emitted a low grumbling sound that was barely audible. It said.
Our hearts bleed for more, we starve for more, you are that more!
Shit. I heard the preacher curse under his breath. It was the first true cussing I had heard him say. I was about to ask him what that thing was when the others caught up.

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Genetic engineering is an interesting subject,
Especially when it escapes.
Carol Press conference 2011


The wind sounded wicked out side to my ears, and I would have to say it was the same for us all. Where was Scorch? He was supposed to be hear by now. If this was reported correctly then we had only about three more days after today before the army responded. We had held off an attack by these, things that are infected with the type E virus. The house was two stories tall about, after a while we had noticed the disappearance of the mysterious voice, but that only comforted most of us, but not me. I knew why, it was because it meant someone who may not have been infected is dead.
The rats had been the hardest to keep off the second level of the house, where we were holed up. We were taking shifts as night watch now so we could get some rest my watch was first, lucky me.

The way they had attacked us was strange. It was as if they just wanted to herd us not kill us. Only I cant think of why. My shift was only to last about half an hour then I was to wake up Kane. I was watching for anything that might cause concern, though given the way we were chased up hear I doubted finding anything.. Four more minutes and I could go to sleep; I was going to need it after today. One of the rats had bitten me though I didnt tell them, I knew what being bitten meant, so did they.
The four minutes ended and I woke up Kane, went to the bedroom and staked a place on the floor: the bed was filled. It wasnt long before I fell asleep.
****
I was in a room I dont know where. What happened to everyone else? The room was lit by two candles on opposite sides of the room. Something was disturbing about the room, it didnt take me long to figure it out. It was the room of my child hood.. No. it wasnt, it was different in subtitle ways. I had almost missed the absence of a light on the ceiling, and the strange whispers that seemed to float on the air and swirl around me before leaving. I stood hear in jus pants, my feet grew cold on the hard surface, another difference. Was this a dream? I pinched my self nothing happened. At the far end of the room there were five square doors each one, one fourth the size of the last. There were markings on each, of different animals. A plaque over to the side of the doors had strange scribbles that looked like. Yes they did! I went over to the mirror next to the bed and smashed it. I then took one of the peaces and looked at the plaque. The scribbles remained scribbles, well actually they where upside down, no longer backwards. I grabbed one more mirror fragment and held it above the plaque. The words were projected on to the floor for me to read. They said
Beware what you cannot see,
For what lies ahead will not bleed.
Well that was pointless, didnt help me at all in the problem at hand.

I decided to take another look around the room, I started to hear voices echoing off the walls of the room, they were yelling, some screaming in pain. They were all followed by manic laughter.
I woke up out of the dream to see Carol and the others waiting for me.
Sir we cant get off the top floor. They are still down there.
Then I guess well just have to relax and think of something then, wont we? I said it just a little more sarcastically then I had meant, but its too late to change it. We all got to relaxing at my command. Most of the guys got a card game going, Sarah played chess with Carol, (we had found the game cabinet) Viennese went to take a shower and I tried to go back to sleep. After a wile I gave up and started exploring. Only about five minutes had paced, a few thoughts were bugging me, I decided to go talk to Viennese, her being the only other alone. She was still in the shower but the door was unlocked so I stepped in, closed the door behind me.
I could sue you for this Jones.
Yea I know, I just need to talk to you.
About what? she peaked her head around the shower curtain. Well. Talk!
The letter it was dated wrong and its hand writing looked familiar, its just been bugging me, that and Scorch not showing up, Im thinking of looking for him.
You know we cant get of the top floor.
At least not conventionally.
What do you mean? Come on tell me so I can finish with my shower.
I mean I could go out a window get onto the roof and jump.

I went to tell the others my plan. Viennese showed up a little bit later to grab her uniform, every guy stared at her, we all were waiting to see if the towel would fall off, it didnt, dont know why we think like that it must be a guy thing. When she came back we started looking for a good window overlooking the roof. It didnt take long to find it and even less time to open it, we more or less just smashed it when it wouldnt move.
I went out crawled across the roof and jumped to the ground from there, Sarah was coming after me and joined me on the ground, she had argued for most of the planning that she had to come, eventually we agreed. So hear she was. We started for the entrance to the neighborhood and found many bodies of infected people, some had bullet holes most had knife slashes all over them, there was dried blood every where.
Looks like Scorches work. Sarah commented as we came across a burnt corpse.
Thats not all, I was examining a used shotgun shell, he had company. We fallowed the body trail to a large office building. Inside we found blood smears and no bodies, this made us nervous. Two days to get the fuck out of hear I kept thinking to myself. We heard something dragging up a head, coming down the stairs, we got our guns ready. It was Scorch.

Scorch was badly injured. His whole left side looked as if s dog had mistaken it for its bone. It was a miracle he could still walk. He looked up from the floor and spoke barley over a whisper Shoot me. there was strain in his voice such that we never knew any one would be in so much pain.
We didnt shoot him; although we should have it would have ended his suffering. We couldnt bring our selves to do it. Instead we brought him back to where the others were and started to take care of his wounds. By the afternoon he was delirious, he would not last the night and we knew it. We asked him to tell us what happened and he did. Our problem hear was getting out of hand. We decided to not go looking for the preacher as scorch said he had lost track of him and thought him dead. Instead we were just going to hold up hear until the army arrives. At night we got together and scorch pleaded again for us to kill him, after a little wile we decided to go through with it. We shot him right through the head. He died with a strange little smile across his face. His death was hardest for me and Sarah as we had known him best and was best of friends.

That night we didnt get any sleep. The Zombies as we now referred to them as broke our defenses. We were forced to climb out the window I volunteered to stay behind and hold them off. I should have remembered what the NAVY stands for (Never Again Volunteer your Self.) I barricaded my self between a tipped over desk and the window I aimed my Uzi at the door and waited. I was getting nervous, my arm began to sway, I had to work harder to hold it steady. The door was locked and barricaded with a Dresser and bed against it. I continued to wait. My team is depending on me. I kept thinking to my self. There came all of a sudden a loud creaking sound as the dresser and bed were slowly being pushed aside and the door open.
The first one came into view and I opened fire, soon they were swarming out the door. I just held the trigger and tried to keep the gun barrel down. Fire, aim, reload, fire, aim, reload. That was what my life was about now. No other thoughts passed through my mind. It didnt take as long as I had thought to run out of ammo for my Uzi. They were too close now for my pistol to keep them off. A stench of rot decay and death hung about the air. I unsheathed my Katana and charged the remaining zombies. Blood smeared my sword and came off in drips as I cut through the first few. They were still mostly human I realized soon and there for had the same weaknesses as humans, cut one in half and it has a hard time staying alive.
The floor squished under my feet and the walls were stained red with blood brains dismembered body parts and various organs were everywhere. I still fought, no thought was in my head then stay alive and make it back to your friends. I was almost to the door when my footing slipped and I landed on the floor on my back. Immediately they all rushed on top of me, biting me, I still fought to get them off me but slowly ever so slowly I was loosing conciseness.
Death seems to have come swiftly, though I suffered. Now I walk down lonely corridors. Corridors as dark as a winters night. Sometimes I hear voices, some close others infinitely far away. All sad and desperate. No!!.. No!! It cant be one particular voice would say and burst into tears. The tears were sad enough to almost make me cry. Yet I hold myself together and make an entry in my journal, in this after life.
Death,

I know not how long I have been hear or why. Death is not what I expected it to be. Its just an endless dark hallway with seemingly infinite locked doorways. Maybe some day I will make it to the end. The voices are strange they follow me every where I go. They are familiar yet there tone is not. Time I got under way aging, maybe I am doomed to wander this dark place for ever, maybe this is hell and the pain and agony isnt hot fire and sharp objects but boredom.

I looked over my entry and continued on wards. The hall was still boring and showed no sign of getting exciting. One foot in front of the other thats all I could do. The uniform floor hitting my feet. Then all of a sudden my feet missed the floor and I fell out the ceiling, or at least I think it was the ceiling. The laws of physics seems to not apply hear. The voices had stopped. I just kept falling in what ever direction it decided to go up down side to side. I couldnt tell the difference. After what must have been a few hours of this I began to slow down. Slowly drifting towards a office, this must be hell, I thought to myself, only they would have a cubical in the after life. I landed in a chair; it was an empty room only the chair and me in it. The door opened and what looked like an angel except for the black hair and wings. He wore a cuirass of some dark metal with a dark red cape going from the back bottom of it to the floor. He wore no visible weapon though witch would have completed the appearance.
Jones come Come Walk with me. The voice held no malice in it so I fallowed. Before we get too far let me clarify a few things for you. I am Lucifer, you are dead. There every thing that was going through your head should be cleared up now. He said all this vary frankly as if he was talking to an old friend, but Im dead so why should it matter.

Epilogue

In the following years the rest of Joness teem chased the people who stole the type E virus, but at the start of world war 3 they were forced to stop and now it is a world wide plague that has been the death of many more than can be counted. People now have to fight each other as well as the zombies the virus created. The story will continue in Bleeding Hearts II The Gates of Haven and Hell.

( thats it)

Wow, thats a good story. I love how you explaned the situation and tryed to get an understanding of all the characters. I also like how you put your own thoughts and belifes into it and made the hole crius mad made and you put your own twist into zombieizum (if thats a word hehehe) I think you could go into a little more detail with the zombies and um killing though -likes blood and gore+++

i am thinking of posting BH2 in this topic. let me know what you think.