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'''DISCLAIMER: I WILL NOT BE INCLUDING ANY EVENTS AS PART OF THE STORY IN THIS THREAD, I DO NOT CONSIDER THEM PART OF THE MAIN STORY NOR MOST OF THEM CANON. THIS THREAD IS ABOUT ZOMBIES NOT FIGHTING A CAKE IN THE ATMOSPHERE WHILE CLOUDS WITH CANNONS TRY TO SHOOT YOU DOWN!'''

March 2008 - A Threat to Genetics
Our story begins here, with the lost soul of a CEO of a large genetic research institution. No one knows where he came from, how it all came to be, and no one even remembers the name of his original company. All that can be said is that this was the precursor to what would be known as the S.A.N.I. Corporation. The CEO’s only distinctive feature was his missing eye, which was supposedly from an accident in his childhood, as explained by his advisors. An anonymous source from within the genetic facility revealed the unethical practices that the CEO enforced on live subjects. The company went under scrutiny, but he slithered away before the media and FBI got to his home in the heart of Los Angeles, California. Soon after, the company was officially deemed shut down. It was never explained what kind of experiments and research was being carried out inside the facilities. The information was promptly classified after private interviews were underway by the authorities. The public never heard anything about the situation again.

December 2008 - Fighting Fire with Fire

The public eventually forgot the existence of genetic research institution. Their name, as well as the CEO, completely disappeared from the face of the Earth, or so it seemed. The CEO retreated somewhere deep in the icy mountains of Canada with the help of shady practices to change his identity. What he wasn’t expecting, was a secret agent waiting for him in his home. Documents of the mission are lost in the rubble of the apocalypse, though an audio log of the conversation was retrieved, barely audible. To summarize, the government wanted his research to be put to work on the field. The military needed something, anything that would give them the edge in a possible war scenario to ensure no one could stand the might of the United States. With this newfound information and a pistol aimed at his eyepatch, he had no other choice but to agree… under one condition.

January 2009 - S.A.N.I, a Household Name

Hidden inside an unknown network of neglected mission logs is the next piece to the story. The CEO’s wish was granted. Mysteriously, the military contracted a new private company named the S.A.N.I. Corporation. The CEO of this newfound company was yours truly. With the help of the military, he can now conceal his identity and continue the work he longed for, but only under one condition. he is only allowed to carry out these experiments for military use. He had a solution, and he dubbed it the Strength Augmented Neural Intensifier, or SANI for short.

His boss was pleased, only understanding the words ‘super soldier serum’ when the CEO had to simplify the science for him. Days passed, the first round of experimentation was ready. A transcript found in the desk of an abandoned facility detailed what happened. While the first test was in progress, the CEO explained that the purpose of SANI was to enhance the performance of soldiers on the field, giving them the advantage over the usual enemy. He noted, while looking at the test subject that was put in experimentation instead of death’s row, that the prototype of SANI would only affect the user for an estimated 24 hours. Afterward they start to rapidly decay both mentally and physically, shriveling up before dying. It gave him an idea, a sort of foreshadow for the dark future that laid ahead.

''“It’s a little… odd to say the least. It makes me wonder if the brass are in the market for biochemical warfare…” ''- CEO

And so it was official, the second prototype of SANI was created. The CEO and his team of scientists made the serum’s effects last longer. There was a twist however. If the subject was near death or already dead, the serum would stimulate areas of the brain to ‘awaken’ the user to fight even longer. It was basically an autopilot mode. The autopilot soldier knew only to fight and ensure their target would die no matter the cost. Since the serum could not restore or heal the user, it transmitted a frequency that nearby outposts and stations could hear. A task force was needed to retrieve the presumed dead subject before it was in the enemy’s hands. To easily indicate the subject, the serum released a heavily-dyed green chemical into the bloodstream that would then leak to the flesh, which could also act as a disguise to make the walking corpse look already decomposed when downed. Besides, who would want to touch a rotting green corpse that was seen fighting mere hours ago?

April 2009 - Enter Patient Zero

The first official use of SANI was somewhere during the time the second round of testing completed. The CEO was so eager to get the serum out of testing he spent days without sleep or eating just to ‘perfect’ the serum in his own way. The mission was simple, a high priority target was located in a remote area in Alaska. The target was wanted for being the mastermind behind an alleged terrorist attack in New Bloxcoast that was to occur the following week. To test the serum, the CEO and general of the operation injected three soldiers with SANI. The unit was primed and ready.

The aftermath of the mission was messy. As intended, the team was to fight their way to the target before they could escape. The soldiers that weren’t injected with SANI died during the mission. Those who took the serum however, lasted ten times as longer than their normal colleagues. Even with the serum, the entirety of the team was KIA, but the operation was still considered a success as the target was assassinated. A team was sent to retrieve the SANI soldiers. When the team reported they could only find two lying dead, the CEO grew impatient, even more motivated to work on a fourth version of the serum. The mission details were never seen again, buried deep in the rubble of the archive they were stored in years ago.

A small town in Alaska reported seeing an unknown figure shambling through the forest, eating any animal ranging from a bird to deer. A man went missing after investigating another sighting of the figure, but this time it was in his expansive plot of land. The outside world haven’t heard from the town in days. A final transmission via radio was the last form of communication that came from the town. The military was soon on the case to cover up any hints of the SANI project ever existing. Though this would only prove to be an even bigger mistake…

May 2009 - 28 Days Later…

It’s been a near month since the original sighting of Patient Zero. Many other towns in Alaska reported seeing Patient Zero type humanoids. The problem was that these reports would come in at the same time, miles away from each other. Then suddenly, the reports would stop coming, and the towns would go silent. It’s been days since that has happened. The military couldn’t control the now rapid outbreak that Patient Zero has caused. Too many soldiers have been killed as a result of the sloppy operation. Soon, it wasn’t just Alaska reporting these Patient Zero sightings, now it’s the western United States. It’s now chaos.

After hearing the news, the CEO decided it was best for him to pack up and head to a secret bunker in S.A.N.I. Headquarters. Hearing about his plans, a group of determined scientists decided they would take matters into their own hands and create a vaccine that inoculates the SANI serum. They spent many days without sleep trying to figure out the fault in the particular version of the serum. Many corpses later, they finally came to a prototype of the vaccine. If this worked, this meant no one would have to suffer the same fate as Patient Zero again.

From uncovered documents, the group discovered that Patient Zero had experienced rapid mutations from the experimental SANI serum. Being left alone for a month brought destructive consequences. It was now classified as a virus that would cause the victim to seek and eat the flesh of any living creature, human or not. The frequency used to uncover the original soldiers mutated into a frequency that would rally other infected hosts. To spread the virus, it was assumed that Patient Zero bit a human in order to create more infections. The conversion process from living to undead was estimated to be 12 hours to a day originally, though as more test subjects came through the doors, the process was toned down more and more until a solid 3 hours was reached.

Meanwhile in the state of Wasington, it’s been reported that there was an outbreak of human-like creatures roaming the streets in search of a living creature to consume. A large horde entered Oregon, then Idaho, and so on. The military did their best to evacuate uninfected civilians to bases and other zones in order to suppress the rate of infections. Instead, they arrived to an already destroyed Las Vegas. The public was scared, martial law was now in effect. Civilians were ordered to evacuate their homes and arrive at the nearest outpost for their safety. This proved to be another mistake, the amount of infected proved to be too much for the defenses. It was now a survive or die situation. Civilians became survivors, being rescued by military personnel or other survivors. Some had the mindset of completely eradicating the infected, some only wanted to escape.

As the entirety of the United States and soon the world fell, the CEO escaped to his bunker. The military wanted answers, they came for him. He ordered a complete lockdown of the HQ in order to escape to the bunker. Doing this caused alarms to go off, people panicked, guns were fired. As the sounds got louder and louder, the number of infected became larger and larger. The splinter group that created the so called vaccine was held at gunpoint to come into the bunker with the CEO. As the doors shut and others left outside were screaming for help, no sound was emitted from the bunker. The only way out of the bunker was from within.

Patient Zero’s DNA strand grew smarter over time, becoming more situational with selecting certain types of mutations depending on the scenario. Common infected were the generic strand. Tanks were ringleaders of the hordes, using the mutated versions of the original frequency signal that was used to locate Patient Zero to instead rally fellow infected. Stalkers mutated to hide themselves in plain sight, then kidnap victims to turn in. The virus became more scary the more time it was given to mutate.

December 2015 - Rebuilding Humanity

It’s been 7 long years since the outbreak happened. Civilians became survivors, soldiers, and much more than what they thought they could ever be. Infected started to die off due to natural causes. Many would decay faster than the virus could mutate in order to stop it, some died to natural disasters, others died at the hands of survivors. It was assumed that the final zombie was killed, finally ending the disaster that tore the world in half. Families were torn apart, governments lost, countries completely wiped from the map, but one thing was for certain. Humanity has won.

New Year's was celebrated in the strongholds built by survivors, new towns and cities were finally beginning to take shape. A new civilization could now rise. A government was formed, taking shape to become the new and reformed United States. Other pockets of civilization started to rise in all the continents.

March 2016 - Another Reason to Die

It’s present day, mere months since nearly all infected have been wiped out. A group of survivors in the Alaska are scavenging supplies from an abandoned facility. The logo of the facility looks to be scratched off, only showing a faded A.N. on the building. A select few were chosen to stay outside the facility and keep the area secure to be safe. The survivors walked in, expecting to find something good to bring home or long forgotten technology. There was nothing, only a pile of skeletons and rooms destroyed. As they were leaving, one of the survivors noticed a secret vault handle completely broken off on the floor.

They noticed that the wall in front of them wasn’t a wall at all, it was a large door hiding in plain sight. Since the handle was broken, it was presumed there was no way to enter. This was until a survivor took out a RPG and shot it directly at the large door. The explosion shook the entire building, it nearly crumbled apart from the blow. The door shattered into pieces, majority of them falling down below into the darkness. The rubble hit the dim stairs, and instead of hearing the clanks of a metal floor, the survivors heard a strange thud. Something was down there.

As the survivors turned on their flashlights, the sound of large footsteps erupted from the stairs. They pointed their guns at the darkness, shouting “Who’s there?” The response they got… was a piece of rubble thrown directly at an unsuspecting survivor. The blow killed him instantly. The shock and horror of this action was instantly drowned out with a loud, enraged roar. It wasn’t like anything they had heard before, and Tanks, a once dangerous and prominently loud variant of infected had died out. But this was the least of their concerns.

The roaring finally stopped, the scavenger’s ears ringing from the deafening bellow. The scavengers began to open fire into the dark room, each muzzle flash revealing a titanic, brutish man, with radiant green skin and tattered black work slacks. Its giant arms blocked off its vital regions from the hailfire of bullets. Its arms lowered once the final clip had been expended and shambled into the light, its face now staring them down. One eye was completely blacked out, the other eye was yellow, a blood red iris focused on the scavengers. A facial expression of pure, unbridled rage. The scavengers began to flee from outside the facility, but as they turned around, they met eyes with a large number of infected. The green beast roared once again, and the infected all charged at once. The scavengers were getting concerned by all the noise coming from inside the facility, but they were never able to go inside to investigate. They were starting to notice some suspicious figures lurking in the forest area surrounding the facility, too. Suddenly, one of the outside scavengers’ radios flared up.

''“Help! Tank in the area! But it’s green- really green! No idea what on earth it actually is - just get out! NOW! ” - Scavenger team, inside the facility''

''“What- INFECTED OUTSIDE! HORDES OF THEM! WHERE ARE THEY ALL COMIN- AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH… *growling*” - Scavenger team, outside the facility''

The scavengers outside the forest had come to a grim conclusion before their demise. The infected weren’t dying out, they were hiding. And whatever was inside, this “green tank”, was able to rally their numbers once more.

With each imposing roar the infected ranks multiplied in size, both inside the base and surrounding forest area. While the scavengers were fleeing, the Brute seized the opportunity to rush them with his improvised club weapon, throwing it with such an explosive force. It shambled its way outside of the labs and into the main lobby. Hordes of common infected were occupying, and eating, the rest of the scavengers. The Brute was fixated on the exit of the underground facility, and as he got outside, the gate to the outside world. The scavengers had blocked off the exit gate as a last ditch attempt to keep the infected inside from getting out, but was a trivial matter to the immense power of the Brute. With the gates busted open, infected from within the facility flooded out. The Brute stood tall amongst them all, staring out into the forest, civilization on the horizon.

A small jeep of survivors was starting to drive into the pathway leading to the facility, which the Brute took attention to. No doubt friends of the scavengers that had just been killed. As the jeep closed in, they saw all the infected outside the facility with one giant green one staring at them, as if it were aware of their presence. The driver, without a word to the others in the back, began to slowly reverse, before peeling out of there. The Brute growled and raised his club into the air, and roared once again, pointing the club at the jeep. The surrounding infected, despite not looking in the brute’s direction, knew what to do and chased the jeep. This would lead the Brute and his horde to one of the mainland survival camps that the scavengers had formed, with one jeep badly parked outside.

The Brute stared down the gate guards, who were too afraid to take shots at the horde due to the size and noise alerting them. A trick that may have worked before, but the Brute opened his mouth and bellowed out. It wasn’t long before the camp was completely overrun and wiped out of human life. The Brute stood amongst the infected inside, staring off. Thinking. Thinking where to go next.

And thus, the SANI Virus had re-established itself as a powerful threat to humanity once more, and reignited the flames of war against the new infected threat.

 