Part 9

Bodies flew through the air as a suburban exploded near the rear entrance of the Ranger Hall parking lot. Ablaze figures stumbled past; still searching, still hungry. Sweat dripped down Garrett's face and he swept his dark hair from his eyes. He knelt onto a body to better aim his 9mm. Head shots were the only shots that mattered. The body below him lurched with a blood rising cough. Gore swam out of Mike's mouth and his eyes grew pale as more blood spewed from him, from everywhere. Garrett heard his mouth rattle into a soft, "S-save m-" before he pulled the blade from his belt and rammed it upward through Mike's neck and felt the tip break on the inside of the skull. Mike went still. Eyes blank and open suddenly illuminated with a fire that was far to close for Garrett's liking. He dove just as a nearby Saturn blasted apart. The explosion propelled him backwards through the air so that his back slammed into one of the two brick pillars that held the balcony in place. Feeling his face connect with concrete not only gave him a headache but it also cause a thick flow of blood slide down his face. His cheekbone had a large scratch and his jeans had torn as well and in the fabrics absence blood had begun to pool. He suddenly became aware of the throbbing in his hand. With each pulse of his heart, more crimson oozed from it and puddled in his palm. He looked out in front of him, his pistol lay on the ground a few feet away, spent shotgun to the ground on his left.
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Ryan had run into the maze of cars. Ghostly and swift he moved and snuck up behind the undead amid the chaos. Shotgun shells littered the ground at his feet whenever he pumped one in the back of the skull. He only moved faster, leaving the ground with bodies in his wake. Breathing heavy, he paused for just a moment. A bare palm shot through the windshield of the car hood that he sat upon. The hand grabbed his throat and the shotgun slipped from his sweaty palm onto the concrete. He tore the hatchet from his belt and cleaved into the arm twice leaving it severed and limp. Without pain the face head butted the windshield twice and smashed through the glass. Roaring, the zombie dove at Ryan and gripped the corner of his jacket with its teeth. Punching it, it released but then it's jaws gripped his ankle and blood poured from him. Ryan stomped on the growling head, crushing it. It rolled silently on the spot. Panting, he loaded the shotgun with shaking hands, he raised it to his temple and fired. No final words, no bullshit.
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Ashley jumped from the balcony, landing onto the soft grass she ran over to Garrett, made sure he was conscious and spoke to him, "Ryan's dead."
"Impossible, he was just as ready as anyone else."
"I just watched him...he got bit...and-and-" she stuttered to silence as Garret pressed two fingers over her lips to hush her. He handed her a silver key.
"Don't worry, just get out of here, Communication Arts. Green Subaru, it's Karls. Get the hell out." He held her tight for a half second. "Go."
"You're not coming with?"
"I'll be fine. Go."
She ran with only one look back, Garrett was gone.
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Infuriated, Garrett walked toward the downed police officers. He grabbed their 9mm pistols and surged into the chaos of fire and undead. They charged towards him. Firing, bludgeoning and destroying the zombies, not as they reached him, but the other way around. He charged them, firing multiple bullets into their skulls until he was fairly confident that none remained. He checked himself for wounds beyond scratches and found none. He walked back into Ranger Hall and to his dorm. He sat at his computer and began to type.
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*The Next Day*
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The room was 440. Locked. Alright, Al...this is the moment you have been waiting for...all cops want to kick down the door...The officer kicked it open and with triumph that deflated quickly, surged through the door. In a standard chair in front of the laptop sat Garrett Radant, who turned towards the police officer with a maniacal grin on his face. He laughed hysterically at the officer who stared at him awestruck. Suddenly, Garrett jumped to his feet charged the officer, in one swift moment he stripped the officer of his pistol and shot the officer who fell to the ground, Garrett then shot himself square between the eyes.
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*One day later detectives recovered Garrett Radant's computer*
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I feel myself losing everything. EVERYTHING. They are all dead...and as much i hate to admit it. It is my fault. On October 27th I contaminated Courtney Cornell's water with an undetectable and rare virus called Solanum. It turned her into a zombie, and as an RA she met and interacted with many people in Ranger Hall. I killed them all. It was me. I meant to escape before it all happened, but I was misinformed...the transformation took only minutes to work. Not a day or more as previously thought...I am alone and nothing but myself can hurt me now...nothing but my thoghuts....but do'nt lte it wrroy uoyu...i cant' ardlyh hitnk nayorem at all!!!!111111 nvblsa dfbqvpkjn asd df paon iahodnf ';;


The rest of the article went on in a similar fashion. Certain parts of the article were removed for content that could not be publicly released. (i.e. gruesome comments, images)

The body of Radant is currently under autopsy and review. Large contusions were found immediately on the brain similar to those of other victimized by insanity.