Voila my newest story! Zompocalypse plus DGM equals-awesomeness! I borrowed (not stole) a couple ideas from other stories, but the idea and storyline are ALL MINE! However, DGM never will be. There's your disclaimer. Enjoy! I'll try not to make it too gory, but I can't promise anything.

Biohazard Z

Chapter 1: The Zombie Virus

It was a simple virus. Not even functioning properly. The scientists who had created it figured that, even if it did begin to function, even if it did infect someone by accident, all it would do would be to make that person hungry until their body defeated it. How wrong they were. The first symptoms the man who caught it showed were irrationality, followed by depression, fatigue, and—as expected, hunger. Then, without warning, the man fell into a coma. The brain scans showed that his brain was shutting down piece by piece, save a few areas. Namely, the parts for hunger, movement, and smell. Other than those, higher brain function was completely eradicated. The man was declared clinically dead, having stopped breathing, moving, or thinking. All his body organs shut down. Then, two days after having shown the first symptoms, the man got up. He was breathing, although his lungs did not work, and his heart and other organs were not functioning. When a doctor, incredulous, came to see how in the world this man was active, the clinically dead thing began to eat him. The doctor, named Dr. Pent, was found the next day by the janitor, dragging his top half towards the door of the room with his one arm. What had been Dr. Pent managed to bite the janitor, Miss Faer. She quit her job and went home, but soon infected others with this volatile new virus, after having sunk into a coma, died, and gotten up again. This was the beginning of the Zombie Apocalypse. The virus, transferred by a bite, injection or ingestion of an infected person's bodily fluids, was named Biohazard Z. The Zombie Virus.

'This virus attacks the brain via a nerve in the nose, which connects to the parts of the brain controlling hunger and movement. The rest of the brain and body is shut down, during a long coma -like stage, before the victim reawakens a Zombie, insatiably hungry and only capable of searching for, chasing and eating its food, human (or animal) flesh.'

"There. I've finished." The red-haired teen leans back in his chair, putting down his pen and looking over what he had written. "Oi, Lavi. Why are you so focused on writing shit down when we're fighting for our lives against the rest of the freaking human population?" Lavi glances over at the annoyed samurai. "Well, if ever the human race bounces back from this, which is possible, they're gonna want to know what they recovered from so they can beat it easier next time." Kanda, the samurai, rolls his eyes and huffs angrily. Then he whips around and starts yelling at Lavi. "Snap out of it, you retarded rabbit! There is no cure, no bouncing back! For all we know, this group of three we've got is the last remnants of the human race and we're fighting a losing battle! When are you going to see that there is no way to cure this?" Lavi stares down at his paper, toying nervously with the eye patch over his right eye. "I can hope, can't-" Kanda interrupts him. "No." Lavi frowns, and the girl who had been sitting in the corner up until now defends him. "Kanda, we all need some way to keep ourselves going. Mine is knowing this is what brother would want, Lavi's is hoping that there is a cure and everyone who's not too rotted can survive." Lavi sends a grateful smile her way. "Thanks, Lenalee," he murmurs softly. Kanda huffs again, seeming a bit more resigned now, and storms off to his bunk. Lenalee turns to Lavi and begins to address their most imminent problems (other than being the only survivors of the Zompocalypse). "Lavi, we're running out of food, water, and ammo. We need to change hideouts." Lavi runs a hand through his vibrantly orange hair and sighs. "Yeah, I know. But where'll we go?" Lenalee hums in thought, combing her boy-short green hair. "I dunno, Lavi, but we need to go soon." Kanda calls from the other room, "There's always the mental hospital. They evacuated that place before anyone got Infected." Lavi grimaces. "Yeah, but…that place is creepy, man. I mean, even the name gives me chills. Mental hospital. Blecch." Kanda rolls his eyes in the other room. "Wimp." Lavi starts. "Hey! That's just-" He is interrupted by a moan outside the window. All three freeze, hardly daring to breath. Lenalee and Lavi hear a thud on the window. They begin holding their breath. Kanda sneaks silently into the room. He waves to get Lavi's attention. "There's some at the other windows, too." He mouths. Lavi nods slowly. The three wait for a long while, only daring to move silently when they can't stand anymore. When they do move, they just sit down quietly to wait out the Zombies. After an hour, Lavi dares to slowly and carefully peek past the heavy curtain covering the nearest window. Dead, blank eyes stare back at him. Lavi quickly ducks back down, heart pounding in his chest. He takes large, quiet breaths to calm down, but his efforts are wasted when a louder, more insistent thud emanates from the window. The Zombies are more determined now, having seen Lavi. Thud. Kanda glares at Lavi, conveying his ire with a look. 'If looks could kill,' Lavi thinks. 'I'd be dead a thousand times over.' Lavi looks over at Lenalee, who is biting her lip and staring fixedly at the window. Thud. She meets Lavi's gaze. "We need to find a new hideout anyways," she mouths. Lavi nod, and glances at Kanda to see if Kanda got the message. Kanda is already up and heading to the other room, perfectly silent as usual. There is another thud, and this time another sound accompanies it. Crack! The Zombie hasn't broken through yet, but the thick glass has cracked from its inhuman strength. Lavi has just started to move when…Thud—CRASH! The window shatters.

There ya go! Please comment! I promise I won't cliffhanger you for too long!