Plot scenario generator:The story starts when your protagonist agrees to do a favor. Another character is an activist who has engineered a deadly disease.
“You owe me for this. BIG time,” I say, swinging my backpack over my shoulder as she pushes me towards the door. I let my feet drag just to make it harder for her.
“Oh, stop being a drama queen,” she says, still pushing.
I roll my eyes. “You say this as you send me to the place where the spider that created Spiderman originated.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, there are no spiders there! Now go, and take your time.” She opens the door and pushes me out of it.
“I still don’t know why you need me out of the hous-” She slams the door in my face.
I sigh, readjust my backpack and head off down the stairs from our fifth floor apartment and get a taxi outside. Where am I going, you may be asking yourself? I’m going to my wife’s freaky science laboratory to pick up her jacket that she forgot there. She could have gone to get it herself, but she apparently needed the house to herself for an hour to do god knows what. I look out the cab window and sigh once more as it starts to rain. This just keeps getting better.
The laboratory is locked and pitch black inside, but Darla gave me the pass code to get in. (I suspect it will be changed my this time tomorrow.) Another three flights of stairs later and I’m searching helpless through her office for her stupid jacket. I find it behind the filing cabinet, of all places. I think she planned this.
I freeze, jacket in my half-raised hand, and stare into the darkness. No one is suppose to be here. I locked the door behind me, I know I did. And there’d be an alarm going off if someone had broken in. So, the noise I heard must have been another employee that forgot something over the weekend… right?
I hear footsteps and instinctively dive to hid behind my wife’s desk. I peek around the edge and see someone outside the glass walls of the office, looking panicked and passing back and forth with a phone in their hand. They are wearing a lab coat, but I still stay hidden. Something tells me I’m witnessing something I shouldn’t be.
The person flings the phone to the ground where it shatters into a million pieces without ever making a call. They run out after that, sounds of crying reaching my ears just before they sprint away.
I come out of the office to a sickeningly concentrated scent of blackberries in the air. Curious, I look around the lab in the darkness, trying to find the origin of the out-of-place scent. Across the room, next to a table of chemicals, is a broken vile that appears to have been empty but seems to be the source of the scent and the sound I heard earlier. I find the label for whatever it was under a couple of shards.
“THEROMFLAVIN Z-90. WARNING: AFFECTS UNKNOWN, BUT BELIEVED TO BE DEADLY. AIRBORNE.”
The phone shakes in my hand as I wait for Darla to pick up. It just rings and rings until I finally get her answering machine. She must be ignoring me because of whatever she is planning at home. Of all the times… I hang up without leaving a message, not knowing what to say. “Oh, hey sweetie. Someone may have released some deadly disease in your lab and I’m probably going to be dead soon. Sorry if that messes up your dinner plans!” just doesn’t sound right.
Should I call 911? I decide against it. I wouldn’t know what to tell them either. The scent of whatever this deadly stuff is is already fading anyway. I assume I’ll be it’s only casualty. Well, me and the person who ran earlier, I suppose.
I sit down on a chair I find in the corner of the lab. I rest my head in my hands, trying to hold in all my spinning thoughts. I can’t leave, even though I have no idea how long this will take to kill me. I can’t spread it to the city or Darla. Oh god, Darla. Her intentions were good, I’m sure, but look what’s happened now. I’m never going to see her again. We’ve only been married a year; both of us are so young. I hope she’ll be happy again someday and gets over me. I’m going to… going to… what was I thinking, again? I… I can’t remember. Anyway, I guess all I can do is wait… wait… wait for what? I don’t… d…
Everything goes black and the last thing I remember is falling to the floor.
Shit, shit, shit. My idiot assistant! Now she’s going to die and she’s probably going to infect the city since she was stupid enough to run. The apocalypse may be starting, and it’s all her fault! Damn. DAMN. What the hell am I going to do to get this not stuck on my head? Sure, I discovered the infectious airborne disease, but it’s not my butterfingers that set it loose.
I slip my air mask on and take a deep breath before walking in. It’s almost too dark to see; the lights don’t turn on on the weekends and the light from outside is minimal in the rain. I grope my way in, determined to remove any evidence that could tie all this back to me. My toe hits something near the door to the section of the lab I work in.
A cold hand reaches and grabs my ankle as I go to step around whatever it is. I let out a scream, falling to the ground as a unearthly moan echoes through the room.
The last thing I remember is teeth sinking deeply into my neck before everything goes black.
“Honey. Honey? Sugar! God, please answer me!” I wail, clutching her lab coat and sobbing into her unmoving chest. Please don’t let this be happening. Please. She was fine less than an hour ago! Oh god, why… she was still so… so… what? W-what was I thinking about? I don’t know anymore… I don’t know… don’t…
Her eyes flash open right before I blacked out. They had changed a sickening moss color; devoid of life. She look at me with hunger before her hands reach out and close around my neck.
The last thing I remember seeing before everything goes black is the paleness of her neck before she lunged at me, but I felt I would have gone soon anyway.
There isn’t even enough time for the headlines to go out. Not enough time to close down the city before it’s already into the next state. No one has time to say any goodbye or try to stop it because it acts too quickly and often without warning. Those who aren’t infected are quickly cut down by those who are. They remain unburied, laying shredded in a world quickly falling to ruin.
It only takes 3 weeks for the infected to have to begin feeding on each other because no one else is left.