A man sat in his car looking at his phone, he was three floors under the surface of the Parking Garage, no thanks to all of the other floors being completely filled with cars, even the top was filled to maximum capacity. For what reason, the man didn't know, but he just wanted to have a little quiet time away from the craziness of life, enjoying the company of his Border Colly named Buff in the back seats of the car, panting happily with it's tongue out. The man looked for three minutes before he found a good spot to park, and he passed it, and then backed up into the spot between two rather big trucks.

The man went to the back to grab his book and her reached over and pet his dog when all the sudden there was a large boom from across the lot, an area that he couldn't see at, and the man quickly got back into his seat and tried to look out his windshield to where the large sound was. Though after nothing happened for the next three minutes the man sat back and opened his book, and then he heard a high-pitched beep from the pillar about ten meters ahead of him and then the pillar exploded. The man grunted as a four meter long metal pole went through his chest and the debris of the explosion cracked the man's front windshield. He heard a whine behind him and due to his shock tried to bend to look behind him at where his dog sat directly behind him, upright in the seat looking over the shoulder of the driver's seat, and with the same metal pole through the center of it's chest, and out the back to be embedded into the seat behind about three feet.

The man looked down to see the pole sticking out of his chest about a foot still, and the entire thing had holes seemingly drilled into the sides for a reason that the man also didn't know either. But his phone had fallen to his lap in his shock and he was just about to pick it up when more explosions clashed against his ear-drums. Blinding his senses as they caused his ears to ring in pain, the ceiling collapsed and he was glad that his jeep was made with metal bars on the top because there were two loud crashes next to him, on either side and the truck's hoods and tops had caved in as three hundred pound cinder-blocks came crashing down on them.

But the man was fine, other than the fact that he and his dog were impaled together by a long metal pole. Something the man didn't dare try to pull out for the fear of the pain it would cause, and the blood-loss that would occur if he did, killing him faster than it would if the pole stayed inside of his chest, and heart, and let him live for at least a couple hours more to record his last wishes in his phone before it died on him. Once his hearing panned out and his vision adjusted to the darkness of the now collapsed lot that he was in. The man clicked on his phone and used the camera, with flash to take a picture of the backseat so that he could see if his dog was still alive, and when he pulled up the picture, his phone showing that it was at a hundred percent after charging it throughout the drive to the parking building that he was in. The man saw that his dog was dead, actually dead, the pole had gone through it's neck and chest causing it to asphyxiate and bleed out.

The man looked down and deleted the picture, and then he picked up his book and put it within arms reach on the passenger seat on his right. Then he opened the center compartment, or the arm rest in the middle of the driver and the passenger seats, and he saw that he had three fully charged power banks that could keep his phone charged to full from one percent and there was his lunch sandwich in there as well. The next hour was thought about what to say to the phone, and how to strategically make his food last for as long as it could, and the bottled water next to him in the cup-holder in the middle of the car with another full one next to the almost half gone one, and once he figured out how he wanted to go about in his plan, the man clicked on his phone, unlocked it, went to the camera, and started to record. With the camera pointed away from his face and towards the metal bar through the man's chest and seat.

"I don't know how to start off this video because well, I'm probably trapped underneath thousands of pounds of concrete that'll take a couple of weeks to move away as rescue crew search for bodies and other things through the explosions that happened. Should I still be alive when they find my body, then I'll be an extremely lucky man, after all there's a three or four meter long metal pole through my heart and stuck through the back of my seat, Buff, who is now at peace in the back, probably in some sort of dog heaven by now, or as a ghost listening to me at this very moment. I don't know, but what I do know is that if I move this pole from my chest, I will be dead within the next hour or to, hell maybe even in the next few minutes as my brain realizes that my heart isn't beating anymore and my body starts to shut down.

Anyways, my phone is at full battery at the moment, and if it weren't for my increasing death then I would've been reading right now down here. But I guess that I should say my goodbye's now huh. Goodbye mother, bye dad, I guess that I'll be seeing my brother soon now huh, but please tell my siblings that I wanted to tell them that though they were the most annoying people in the planet. They are still family and I hope that you'll remember me after I pass on, and move on from my death, and continue to life happy lives. Goodbye to my girlfriend, Seelia, I've always loved that name, but you know all of the passwords to all of my accounts, and you know the password to my phone, should you be able to recover it along with my body"

The man took the next ten minutes saying goodbye to everything in his life and everyone that's been in his life, he told them that he wanted to have no one crying over his dead body and that he was going to try and stay as strong as he could and last for as long as his body would allow him to, and then he checked the life left on his phone and said that he would have to cut the videos down to two-to-five minutes. Then the man turned off his phone, put it in his pocket, grabbed his book, looked at his watch, and started to read with the book resting on the pole and his watch telling him that it was noon. He waited until about six before grabbing a piece of his sandwich and eating it before putting the rest away, or back into the center council, closing his book, and leaning back to rest.

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The man was awoken from his dreamless sleep by the high pitched beep of his digital watch, and he groggily looked at it before going to reach into the glove-box and hissing in pain as the pole in his chest caused it to flare in pain. The man looked down to see it, still there, and he sighed and put his head against the head-rest of his seat. His left arm was starting to itch from the shot that he'd gotten along with his dog a couple hours before the explosions, and the man did his best to reach behind him and rub the cold fur of his dead dog before turning on his phone, unlocking it, switching to his camera, and pressing record.

"So I am apparently still alive, how I do not know, but I am glad that I am, though this makes the other video seemingly pointless" the man scoffed "but hmm what should I talk about this morning. I mean I guess I could describe my condition and then show a brief look, with the light on at what has happened, but that'll be at the end of the video. I'm guessing that the pole had gone through the middle of my spine, and that's why I can't feel my legs, of my waist, so that sucks, though I guess I won't have to feel the humility of having to relieve myself, nor the un-comfort that comes with the feeling of humility. Though I guess that it's also a blessing considering I'm already in pain as it is in my chest, and that already isn't the best, plus my arm is itching like crazy from the shot that me and Buffy had gotten yesterday a couple hours before the accident in a location that I wasn't allowed to say, but I guess that that doesn't matter now does it, well my closing time is coming, five minutes in already, so yeah" the man showed a quick glimpse of what him and his dog looked like, and their perilous predicament, and then he ended the video, turned off his phone with it showing at eighty six percent, and put it in his pocket. He went into the center council and grabbed another piece of his sandwich before putting the rest way for the day, looking at his watch to see that it was eight in the morning. Grabbing, and finishing his book by ten, and falling asleep once more after putting it back in the passenger seat.

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Same thing happened for the next couple days, the man awakening around morning, and sometimes near or after twelve in the afternoon, and recording a video about his situation, then a week passed and the man could hear the distant whirring of machines as they cleared the debris and yelled orders to each other, and by two weeks they still hadn't gotten much closer, and the man's sandwich was now half gone, and starting to mold over near the bottom.

A growl one morning woke up the man and he groggily turned on his phone, ate a little of his sandwich, and then another growl made him freeze. He turned the best he could to look at the back, but couldn't see anything, he flipped down the self-mirror and the lights were blinding, after being used to the dark and only the light of his phone for the past couple weeks. There was one Power bank left for the man to use, and after blinking a couple times he tilted the mirror so that he could look behind his seat, and he saw Buff growling at him with drool going down the side of it's face, it's eyes glowing red, and the spot where it had gotten the mysterious shot was now fur less and an angry red color.

It jerked forwards in the pole and the man screamed in pain as the pole wiggled and shifted in his chest, and then he reached his hand back, still paying attention to the mirror to what his dog did, and had to immediately pull it back to to the creature immediately snapping at it wildly. Showing it's feral behavior as a creature returned from the dead. It jerked forwards again and the man hoped that what he was about to do worked. He grabbed an empty water bottle and teased Buff with it and then he gripped either side of it's head and twisted right roughly. There was a sharp whine and a loud crack and the man saw his dog go limp once again on the pole. He closed the mirror light and pushed record on his phone.

"I don't think that it is a good idea for others to find me anymore, as I've just had to re-kill my already dead dog as he came back to life and tried his best to get at my throat. So now I'll say that should I die on the table, or if I end up dead at the morgue. Then I'll need someone to send a bullet or a knife through my brain to keep me from infecting others with what I have" the man sighed "if that doesn't happen then I guess that there'll be an outbreak of people eating people and crazy animals, or the ones infected with whatever they've injected me with. Now this is my last video, and I hope that this warning, my warning reaches people that actually can stop something from happening before it actually happens."

The man pressed the stop button, turned off his phone for the last time, and put it in his pocket. Then he lent his head back and closed his eyes, his breathing stopped a minute later, and a half hour later the debris from atop his car was lifted off and then the paramedics were about to try and pull the man out when they saw the big metal pole that was going straight through his chest, so instead they cleared the rest of the debris from around the car, hooked up the car to a crane, brought out the car, and then the fire department got to work. They cut out the door, assessed the situation, sawed off the front and the back of the pole and then slid the man out from his seat, before putting him on a stretcher sideways, and speeding him off to the nearest hospital. And the news made sure that every second of the entire thing was covered and on camera, even when the fire department people said that they couldn't find a pulse immediately, and when they did it was faint and almost gone.

The man died a little while later on the table, and they sent to body to the morgue to assess how he had survived that long down there with no heartbeat, and a giant pole through his chest and heart.

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"Okay what do we have here" the pathologist in charge of the man's body said as he went to cut open the man's chest to see the damage. The police were going through the man's phone, and just as they got through his last video explaining that he was turning into a flesh eating monster due to an unknown serum that was used on other people who had killed themselves in ways to sever their heads from their bodies...all of them had succeeded. A small task force was immediately dispatched to the morgue and directed to shoot the head of the man, and the Pathologist in charge of examining the man, but only if the man had infected the pathologist, or bit him, got some blood in his wounds, or any other thing.

The man had just awoken, as his body had already been dying for the past couple weeks, and he shot up in the seat, and the pathologist jumped back with a yell as the man sat up abruptly in his seat and then looked at the pathologist with red, blood-lust filled eyes. They both stood up and the man started to shuffle towards the pathologist and the pathologist backed up till they were against the wall by the door to come in, the task force was down the hall and they were directed to stop and let the sharp-shooter of the team through as they watched the pathologist put their hands out in vain to stop the man's death-walk.

"Is that glass bullet-proof" the commander asked one of the other doctors watching the scene in shock, and the lady that the commander asked looked at the door before shaking her head no and scurrying off to the side. The sharp-shooter was ordered to shoot the man shuffling towards the frightened pathologist and once the man walked into view, a single shot rang out from the halls and the bullet tore through his temples, splattering blood on the far wall, and felling the man. Now completely and indefinitely dead forever, and the sharpshooter was about to shoot the pathologist as well, and they said that they were ready for the order to shoot the other target.

The commander just put his hand on the sharp-shooter's weapon and ordered the others ahead to assess the situation, and once they all got there. They moved the pathologist to the halls and made him strip to his underwear and turn slowly three times before asking if he got any blood in his mouth, eyes, or underneath his fingernails and when the pathologist said no. They sent them on their way and cleaned up the man and the mess that he'd made after being shot in the temple.

Three weeks later the pathologist locked himself in his basement, into a white-washed room, with a padlocked door, and then went further and sealed himself into the safe of that room before throwing the key in the hole of the wall, so that once the heavy bar locks slid into place, the key was crushed under a thousand pounds of force as the locks quickly slid into place and hissed locking the pathologist in his room. A day later the pathologist died in their sleep, and two weeks later the house was raided and the safe cut through with a blowtorch to reveal the pathologist turned into a flesh-eating creature, which was shot in the face as it tried to come running through the door to try and bit through three inches of padding and armor.

Two losses in America, two deaths that no one could've prevented, millions saved from an outbreak of flesh-eating creatures, and billions saved from those millions having not contracted the new disease. The world was saved, saved with two bodies burned in isolation, and then the room incinerated until the walls turned red-hot and the doors kept unopened until they cooled. As if someone were to step into the furnaces, they would've been incinerated from the heat, protective suit or not, they would've died. The entire thing was kept a secret, the strain-maker had tried to turn themselves, but were raided and shot in the face while they slept, and in this the world was kept safe....

Well until there was a bio-engineered weapon dropped on Chicago by an unknown force, country, or reason, and the outbreak started anew...and this time there was no way to stop the billions that died because of it.
I am that person that caused you all this pain and loss, and now I live in peace and tranquility in the safety of my isolated island, and I dare you survivors of the outbreak. Come and find me, that way I can raise a new race, and cause the destroyers of this Earth to perish and cease to exist. Sending our world into a time of peace once more so that a new age could overtake it once again, so if you want to destroy this planet's only chance at survival, I dare you to come and find me. I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting to finish you all off once and for all.