"This is the official Health World Department. This is not a drill, please remain calm."

The words came through the TV's on base revealing what looked to me a dead man walking. "A recent disease has caused tissue to reform after clinical death. Exposure to this disease should not be treated lightly, remove and burn all infected clothing and shower for no shorter than 1 hour."

There it was. The outbreak that had been rumored around the entire globe. On screen the zombie or as the government called them, "infected" rampage around, throwing itself against the bars. The screen was cut, the siren still blaring.

That was 15 hours ago

The disease had spread, heading towards no chance of survival. What the previous government had called secured had fallen. These infected seeming to retain some smarts but once they were fully changed, their eyes were black and nothing behind them.

They marched a hidden place and then, The world shook. All buildings crumbled into pure dust, an ancient being awoken, the infected being sacrificed. The ones that weren't sacrificed kneeled and became entombed to stone. The world had more to worry about though.

The being raised from the mountains, you. The world had already gone to shit, but what could be broadcasted was. But Soap, halfway bitten had drawn himself mad only 33 hours in. The transformation stopped but that didn't stop him.

He came to your residence, throne made of fallen building, humans as thralls, punished if otherwise. He didn't go unnoticed by you but he was one of your children, halfway. Accepted.

Johnny walked to your giant being, bowing. "My savior! Please, accept me!" He cried, kneeling like the frozen.

Upon being picked up by you he kissed your hand, praising like a little bug trying not to be squished. But his half infected brain wanted you, to keep you away from everyone, even if you were atleast 50 foot tall. "Oh mighty one, bless me, for I praise you!"