The Crisis in a more apocalypse reality

(author's note: I apologize for my poor grammar, a chapter is released every week, sometimes two).

Boom!

"Run!, Don't remain there, it's dangerous!" The school gaured could only scream as he tried saving himself, where did the come from, people screamed as the ran for their life, the wave of mad people were coming, as their bodies were bleeding from their constant scratching, one of them dragged the death body of a small kid, it looked like the person was once the mother.

In the eye of the storm, Brian and his classmates had locked themselves in the school as the constructed a barrage so as to stop the wave, but it looked more as if it was only going to slow them down, as the wave collided with barrage, and everybody knew, the would not last long.

Brian, holding his phone, with no signal, had a twisted expression, how?, where did the come from?, how was their propagation faster than in other countries, what is the meaning of all this, Brian's brain was in pain, as he clench his trembling fist looking at the barricade falling in bits, as the today was Friday, and the memories of Monday flashed in his head, with the last conversation with his dad, the fight with the bizarre SDF and the encounter with that man, all this, situation led to him being block here, he only hoped his parents were save at home, and his dad followed his orders.

Monday

Getting up from the sound of his alarm, Brian put on his radio, as a Jacob Banks music was being played (you don't even call me), as he washed himself, and brush his teeths, arranging himself, he left his room, as everyone was already having breakfast, he greeted his dad, as he sat on the sofa, and put on his phone, and it did not take long for everybody to leave for work and school.

After locking the doors, he turn on the Television as he kept changing channels, cartoon, football, Esport, and so on, and he landed on news channel, but as he tried reading the heading.

Ding dong! Someone rang on the door as he went to open, he open the door and saw a man in black suit standing there.

"Can I help you?" Brian asked, as the man look suspicious, the man stared at him before handing him a box.

"Hand this to your father" said the man, as he gave the box to Brian, who received it without saying a word, the man left immaculately, Brian stared at the box, before closing the door, this was the first time, the were delivered in their house, so he was kind of woow a packet, what could be inside?, He thought.

He entered the house, keeping the box on the table, something caught his attention, as he came closer to the television, which was broadcasting news on a certain plane crash not far from the country's territory.

"Tss, the is dust everywhere, I have to clean this" Brian thought, as he took a glance at the news before heading to the kitchen.

Th unknown plane originated from Paris, the airport which its actually close due to the recent out of control roit that led to the death and injure of numerous civil, the crash sight has been kept into observation as a quarantine perimeter has been formed, no survival has been found yet as the digging out of corpses are still in process.

Not far from the journalist, a group of men, some dressed in police uniforms, others in white, and some where in black suit, surely foreigners as the kept passing calls each minute.

A man in white, brought out a box as he looked at the seat which was once occupied by the owner of the box as black tissue which belong to a suit could be seen attached to the seat covered entirely with blood, the man open the box only to see a broken glass with a strange liquid inside, he closed it and headed towards those in black suits.

"Ouch!, What is this?" He looked at his bleeding leg, as he accidentally hit a sharp object, he frowned as the area was filled with unknown blood, but he ignored it as he call another man to hand the box while he go and clean it up, doing so, he left, near the sharp object, another thing was found there, as its breathing rate was adnormal, like a half smashed face could be seen, the strange creature face was bloody as it's eyes were white and it kept growing like a hungry beast, on it's hand, a white cloth covered partially with blood could be seen.

The wounded man walk to his car in search of his first aid kid, as he felt itches on his leg, the sharp age had taken part of his white protection caot and left a mark like a nail scratch, without paying attention to his leg, a black line like a vein bulge out before mysteriously disappearing.

Tuesday....

"Have you seen Albert, he was supposed to hand me the reports on the plane accident yesterday, what is he waiting for?" Ask the head of research team, Billy, as he wasn't pleased with the delay of procedure.

"Sir, Albert suddenly had a fever, he left a minute ago, it has already been an hour, I am actually worried sir" said the subordinate.

"What, I don't give a shit, go and look for him!" Screamed Billy.

"Yes sir" answered the subordinate as he left the office in a hurry. After an hour of ride, he arrived Albert's house as he knocked twice but no response, he was confused as, normally, his family was around why is the anybody opening he thought as he tried the handle and to his greatest suprise, it was open, he entered the house.

The inside was dark, as if someone deliberately close the blind, he went inside the kitchen, nobody, the living room was empty, but went he thought of living he heard noise upstairs, as he went up, and open the door, what he saw would remain marked in mind for the rest of his life as he felt on the floor screaming like a mad man, attracting the attention of Albert whose mine was covered in blood, on the floor the remind of what look like his son and near his wife with the neck torn to pieces.

The man stood up and ran towards the exit under the predatory gaze of Albert whose eyes had turn bleu, and the mouth dripping with fresh blood.

Kicking his leg, he fell and rolled down the stairs, forgetting the pains, he pounced on the exit creeping with all his efforts, but before he could reach the door a shadow carried him and shot him like a stone on the TV set, as the poor man screamed out of pain and terror, as he saw Albert jumping at him.