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Chapter 1

New York City. A once beautiful city filled with skyscrapers and millions of lives. They used to say that if you can make it here then you can make it anywhere. I guess that statement can still hold a bit of truth even with what has now become of the city. But first let me introduce myself.

My name is John Trike. I'm about 21 years old at 5'5 feet tall. I know I'm a little short. I have short black hair, dark brown eyes and have Caucasian skin. Since I was never really into sports but have a high metabolism, I have a bit of a scrawny build but not to the point where you can see my bones.

I lived in New York City along with my family, though we do live in different parts of the city. Anyway I am, or at least was a game designer but not a big one. It's hard to become more known and get into one of those big gaming company because the industry itself is so competitive. But I knew I would have to start out small so I went and got myself a job at one of those small time game companies around the city. Though I do or did plan on moving up to work at the bigger companies like Rockstar or Take-Two Interactive. Or maybe even move out of the city to work for a better group. Unfortunately none of that mattered anymore because one day, something terrible happened. Something that not only changed my life but the lives of everyone in New York City.

Here's what happened. Several months ago, an incredibility dangerous man who goes by the name Alex Mercer unleashed a lethal, deadly pathogen called the Blacklight virus onto the city. When he did, all of Manhattan was quarantined leaving anyone unlucky enough to struggle for survival.

Now one would think that in order to survive a nasty virus, all you have to do is stay away from anyone who has it and probably walk around wearing some kind of hazmat suit. Well you would be right if this was any ordinary disease but it isn't. You see, the problem is that those who die from the virus didn't stay dead. Or at least they didn't stay down. The virus reanimated, mutated the bodies, turning them into walking corpses that only desire to tear apart the living.

The military try their best to keep the infected away from the living but it was a stalemate. Even though the soldiers of the US army were practically the best in the world, even when they have access to advanced and powerful weaponry, each time they put down one infected, two more would show up. Or worse, a mutated, freak of nature monster with claws powerful enough to cut through tank armor like butter.

The whole city was in absolute chaos. Everyone was trying to get out the NYZ. That's what they called New York ever since it was quarantined. But to get out, you have to go through another problem. Another military outfit who go by the name of Blackwatch. These guys weren't like the regular US army. These guys were completely ruthless, merciless, heartless mercenaries that only cared about their paycheck. Supposedly these men were trained to handle biohazards that threaten the populace but the thing is that if you had so much as a slight fever and just needed a little medicine, the only treatment you're going to get from Blackwatch is a bullet between the eyes. Hell if ordered to, they would mow down a whole family even if there were little children in the group. Because of this I tried my best to stay away from them. But that also meant I was stuck inside the city.

When the outbreak first started, I couldn't believe it. That was until I saw an infected pulled out a guy's guts and another two that were pulling on one woman who was screaming her lungs out from both ends until she was ripped in two. Infected were coming from one end of the street so I bolted down the opposite direction.

The first thing I did was run home to gather whatever I would needed. Then I grabbed my cellphone and began to call all my family and friends I had in the city. However only half the people I called managed to answer back. I tried to consider that they simple couldn't answer the phone at the moment but then I turned on the news and saw a map of the areas that the infection had already claimed. I then remembered the people who didn't answer lived in those areas. As much as I didn't want to, I had to assume that those people were dead.

Those who were still alive, I set up appointed places to meet up with. Once I had everything, I made way to meet with my friends and family. Unfortunately, that's when things went from bad to worse. Each time I made it to an area where someone was waiting for me, one of two things would happen. One: the infected reached the area before I did and that person had already become a meal. Or two: I managed to find and reunite with that person only to be later attacked by the infected with me being unable to save that person and the only one to get away.

After this, soon enough I found that I was on my own and that I would have to survive by myself. But then that's when I ran into another problem. With the obvious fact that no one was allowed to leave the NYZ, anyone still alive had to move into crappy apartments or makeshift shacks. Since the apartments were mostly meant for families and me being alone, I was had no choice but to go with a shack. After that I was met with another problem: food and water. Supplies were very scarce. So scarce that people were practically fighting each other for it. With me barely having any muscle, I knew if I jumped into a crowd trying to get supplies, I would be killed so I had to wait for the crowd to thin out. However when it did, I was left with scraps that can barely be considered a snack. Because of this I was left hungry every night.

For a few weeks I was forced to repeat this cycle which made me very desperate. So desperate that I started to try my hand in stealing supplies from others when they weren't looking. Luckily for me, I was someone that people barely noticed even when moving around and that helped me stealthily take what I needed to survive. However, I wasn't always lucky when it came to stealing. There were a few times I was caught and beaten up, especially by men who were fathers. Of course I didn't stop. Not when it was my only means to get what I needed to survive. But then all that bad karma finally caught up to me the last time I went to 'collect'.

The men I stole from, who were fed up with my actions, decided to round up and set a trap for me with supplies as bait. And apparently I fell for it. That's not even the worst part. The worst part was the fact that they had no plans in just turning me to the proper authority. They wanted to teach me a lesson so they did. Not only did they beat me within an inch of my life, they used bats, bars, pipes or whatever they had on hand and completely smashed my legs. They crippled me. Then those men went and left me in some random alleyway. I still remember hearing them laughing as they left me to die.

I was broken. I couldn't move a muscle. I was bleeding from almost every inch of my body. I honestly thought that was going to be the end of me. I still don't know whether I was lucky or not but apparently fate had other plans. Because that's when HE showed up and stand over me. The person, or rather monster, that appeared before me was the one and only Alex Mercer. He apparently had been watching me for some time and saw how skillful I was in stealth. He told how I could be very useful to him for tasks that required a more subtle approach rather than an outright bloodbath.

Knowing how broken I was, Mercer didn't even bother to ask me whether or not I wanted his deal. He just covered his hand in living tendrils and thrusted it right into my chest so hard it went right through my rib cage. It was in that moment I felt something entering my body and spreading like wildfire. It felt worse than when I was getting beaten. It felt like I as being tear apart from the inside. The last thing I saw before my eyes rolled to the back of my head was Mercer walking away, leaving me in fate's hands. I tried my best to stay awake, thinking that if I let myself slip then it really was over. I failed miserably and fell into unconsciousness.

Hours later when I finally came to, the first thing I noticed was that I felt completely different. Instead of feeling pain from my previously broken body, I felt renewed. I sat up and then I noticed that my legs were no longer bent at weird and unnatural angles so I stood up. I began to inspect my body and realized that I was no longer bruised and battered. In fact, it looked like I was never even attacked. When I tried to take a step forward, I nearly lost my balanced and had to grab the edge on a nearby dumpster. The second I did I heard the sound of crushed metal. When I looked at the dumpster, I saw that I had crushed part of the metal just by giving it a little squeeze.

It didn't take me long to realize I was now stronger than I was before. With that in mind, I began to test for some other abilities and to my amazement not only was I stronger but faster and more durable. And I could jump to the top of roofs in a single bound and can run up walls. It was absolutely amazing. To have power like this was every guy's dream. Be them good or bad it didn't matter, to simply have it was like ecstasy.

After a while of testing my new abilities on rooftops, I ran into him again. Alex Mercer. He was apparently watching me again, thinking I was acting like a hyperactive child on a sugar rush. Once he had my attention, Mercer explained to me about what he did and what had happened to me. He injected me with the Blacklight virus which completely changed my entire biology. He went on about how I was no longer bound by the limits of life and death and explained a few other tricks I can do to make myself stronger.

He also said that in exchange for the power had generously given me; I was to serve under him and listened to his every command. I did asked what would happen if I refused and almost immediately I regretted it. Mercer's right arm instantly changed into some kind of wicked looking black and reddish orange glowing biomass. To which shot out to me, grabbed me by the leg, lifted me high into the air and then finally throw me back down hard on the concrete roof. I was lying on my back in a crater with my limbs spread out like an eagle. As much as I expected that to hurt more than it should, it still hurt. I even remember hearing the disks in my spine snapping back into place. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mercer walking to the edge of the crater. Crossing his arms he said how if I refused then I would suffer greatly and then die. Seeing how I had little to no options, I got up from the crater and kneeled before Mercer. This is how I became one of Mercer's lap dogs.

However, what happened later was neither something I never saw coming nor something I thought possible.