Prologue
The outbreak happened in 2019. The virus started in our food. The livestock food. Anything that came from or was produced by the creatures we ate had the strand living in it. Anything from steak to eggs caused for infection. Eighty percent of the world's food was infected. Within two days, eighty-five percent of the world was infected, while the other fifteen percent fought for survival.
All governments and armies unified to try and fight the virus but there wasn't enough power in the world left to stop the rapid spread.
If you got bit and survived, you turned. If you somehow got zombie DNA in your bloodstream or your system, you got sick and turned. Anything from kissing a zombie, if you were stupid enough to try, to getting blood splashed in a cut or your mouth, would be enough to eventually turn you. A bite was quicker to turn you than swallowing or getting blood in your system. I guess because the DNA got deeper into your skin and directly into your bloodstream faster than ingesting it or getting it in a cut.
There were three named and known tiers to the virus.
There were the Omegas. The mindless zombies that traveled in hordes and only became deadly if there were fifteen or more.
Deltas were a bit smarter. They traveled in packs, different than hordes because packs were coordinated, hordes weren't they fought each other and killed each other sometimes just for more food. They had no order, where packs did, and they equally shared too. But coordinated was about all they were. Maybe a little stronger on the side but that was about it. Their sense of smell was a little better than most zombies.
Then there were the Betas. The supposed strongest of them all. Their senses were deadly heightened and they were fast and strong. They traveled in more like groups than packs. They didn't normally have numbers over five, they didn't need numbers to fight and hunt. There was one definite thing you would know, where there was one, there was at least another close behind. You might have a chance to stand against one but they made sure they were never alone.
Those were all of the ranks. All of them except one.
There was me. The Alpha of the virus. Not the leader, just the only of my kind and the strongest. I traveled alone. My strength and speed was ten times what a Delta's was. My teeth and nails sharper than freshly forged swords. My senses were...Something else. My eyes were clear as a hawk in the day and an owls at night. My ears picked up sound like a wolves and my nose smelled like a bear.
I, unlike most, had kept my sanity. It was possible, you could never give in to the insanity of a zombie. It was when you let go completely and gave into the insanity of being a zombie. If you were stuck in insanity for a forty-eight hour period, you couldn't revert back. It took a certain strength to go in and come back out.
This world was crazy enough to make people not want to go back to being sane.
But I sure as hell, planned to stay sane. Even if the world was pushing me in the other direction.
