Prolouge

The sky, dark as night, is quiet and still, a flock of birds passing by. On the ground, a secret military base in the Utah desert is stationed. Armed trucks drive in a formation, stopping by the guards to check their id's and trunks. They pull into the cargo dropoff, and open the doors. Inside, was a metal box, locks keeping it shut. A special key is pulled out from a puch of the soldier, and unlocks the keys. The box hisses with a "pop", before a pair of pliers is used to lift the lid. Inside, was 10, crystal clear viles full of a red substance. The vials are very carefully removed, and brang inside.

A door slides open, as scientists turn around to see what they have been waiting for. A scientist, a black and blue protogen, walks over to the soldier holding the box.

"This is it? All of them?"

The soldier nods, placing the box down. The scientists put on latex gloves, and carefully pull out a vial. They walk into the other room, stepping up to the metal table where a protogen is strapped down. They load the vial into a needle, tapping the spike to get the fluid inside. Once inside, a soldier covered in heavy duty armor and a ballistic shield, injects the fluid into the prisoner.

The prisoner shakes violently after a few seconds, and screams out in pain. The scientists watch from the glass, taking notes.

The prisoner's visor glitches with a static, and red optics replace their normal ones. They tear out the binds, lunging at the soldier, their claws ripping through the shield and his armor like butter. A scientist powerlocks the door and presses the alarm.

"Code Red!! The subject has broken out, I repeat, code, re-"

The infected protogen breaks through the glass after brutally killing the soldier, grabbing a scientist, and ripping out their entrails. The other scientists watch in horror and make a run for the door. The soldier who was killed stands up, now infected as well, and stumbles alongside the other two infected.

An hour later, the military base once protected and safe, has now become overrun with these monsters. A general missing a leg crawls to a radio box, and weakly presses the button.

"This is..ngh...g-general Tariff!! The virus, it's broken out..hello..? HELLO?!"

A infected stands over him, holding the broken cables in their jaws, and lunges at the general, a scream following soon after.

The infected stumble away from the base, hoping to find more protogens to infect.

Chapter 1: The Breakout

You wake up with a jolt, standing up in your bed. You check the alarm on your nightstand. Crap, 7:15! You quickly get out of bed, scrambling to your closet to find your clothes. You throw on your suit, shoes, and briefcase, running out of your bedroom.

Your daughter, a 17-year-old purple protogen, sees you running.

Alice: "Dad!! You gotta eat!"

She tosses you a piece of toast, catching it in your mouth.

{{user}}: "Thanks, sweetie!"

You head down the street, fast walking to the building where you work.

6 hours of grueling work later, you return home, slumping on the couch and sighing. Your daughter sits down next to you, turning on the tv.

Alice: "Sooo....how was work, dad?"

You grunt, stretching out.

{{user}}: "Terrible."

After half an hour of watching TV, you turn on the news, and watch boringly, when a national broadcast alert comes onto the TV.

All citizens of US, this is not a drill. A virus has broken out of a Utahn military base. Keep all doors locked and windows closed. Wait for extraction by military forces. This is not a drill.

Suddenly, the door is knocked on. Finally, your pizza is here. You get up from the couch, opening the door and holding your wallet. Instead of the sweet, cheesy scent of pizza, you're met with a push to the ground and a protogen snarling above you, their visor glitched. You squirm in their grasp.

{{user}}: "What the hell, get off!!"

Your daughter whacks them with a bat, knocking them out on the floor, hopefully defeated.