A/N: ok, so this is my first fanfiction. Ever. As in I have been reading for a long time (5 years, in fact) and now I am typing up this story for my cousin, who I shall refer to as "Small Fry". Well, Small Fry, congratulations. You turned me into a Prototype fan. I will now type up this horrible, ooc fic on your request. Don't expect this to be a pot of gold or anything, really, cause I have a tendency to over type things and I think I'll just let you see for yourself.

I don't know when this is set, but it is before the end of the game.

Disclaimer: I don't own Prototype. If I did, then I wouldn't be typing this fanfiction.

Hi. I'm Alex Mercer, your average guy living in Manhattan. Ok, average guy that has the mind of a virus that could kill all of mankind and turn them into zombie virus mutation freaks. Oh, and did I mention that I can run up walls, throw tanks, and turn my arm into a blade?

Sorry, I lied about the whole average guy thing.

Hey, enough about the powers and everything else that could unleash hell in the city that I live in right now. I'm just going to talk about all the things that I try to do to blend in with the crowd...like, for instance, buying groceries. It'd look weird if you never saw your neighbor eat anything, right? It's better to avoid suspicion if you can.

You'd think that since I can disguise myself constantly in the middle of the street or run faster than a car in broad daylight without being attacked by the military that I can just go and buy a carton of eggs or some milk, right?

Wrong, dead wrong. (hah, dead….sorry diary and/or anyone that may be reading this...then again, who would?)

So I was walking down the street, to the local supermarket, in broad daylight, just to see what it was like doing a regular human activity. I know how to pay for things, I've seen it in the memories of the people I've consumed. I go in, grab a carton of eggs, some milk and head to the register. Well, I try to, but some guy bumps into me. That's all fine and stuff, some guy bumps into me, no harm done, right? Well, apparently not. I got a good look at what this guy looks like, and then it hits me.

Oh god, he is one of those army men. Wait, why is there some weird beeping noise in the background? Is he pulling out his gun? In a store? Dammit, not this "Shoot the infected" thing again…

Then I see one person look at me and shout at how I'm "Zeus" and he points at my hands. Crap, I think, I forgot to switch it out of it's claws.

I guess everyone else passed it off as either a weird choice of plastic surgery or for those that had bad sight, long nails painted black...wait, did they think I was one of those people with a gothic sense of fashion? I'm wearing a WHITE hoodie, people. Not to mention how long they were...Sorry, getting off topic. Then I see them start to pull out their guns, and I run as fast as I can, out the store and away from all those military men that were all conveniently shopping at the same supermarket at the same day, time, and had their gear with them. By the time I got out of the shop, there were 3 helicopters and 4 of those flying virus detector things.

They say curiosity killed the cat. Well, curiosity almost killed the mutant virus man. Almost, since I hijacked a helicopter and flew away from the area while blowing up a helicopter and three of those virus detectors. Honestly, I'm tired of being shot at when I bump into someone dressed in a uniform. Ok, so I still had my claws out, but still.

Well, I think this is it for today, tomorrow I'm going to try and do other mundane chores...

Hmm, maybe I should see what it is like to dispose of trash. I've heard people complain about doing these things, but I'm sure they haven't been attacked by a helicopter while trying to get groceries.

Oh, and by the way, diary, don't tell anyone, but I didn't pay for the milk or eggs.

End of chapter 1 ~

A/N: So yeah, did you like it? Did you hate it? Let me know….Yeah, I know, Alex is probably really OOC, but Small Fry told me to write something like this just for the heck of it, and I haven't played Prototype enough to see what kind of person Alex is (only the first level.). I'm going off of what I saw him play, that first level I've played, and all those rants about how awesome Prototype is. Just so you know, I have nothing against gothic people. In case if you found that insulting at all, I'm sorry. Oh, and the beeping Alex heard, yes, that was a bit of breaking the fourth wall. There was also a small, blink-and-you'll-miss-it reference to Tales of Symphonia. Or at least that's what it seemed like to me…Should I continue this? With the info I have? Or just leave this as a one-shot? Review and tell me.